Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 00:00:05 EDT
From: BladerIowa@aol.com
Subject: Converting the Mormon Boy - Part II

This story contains graphic depictions of consensual homosexual sex.  If you
are under 18, you do not have permission to read this story.  If you are
under 21 and it is not legal for you to read this work, please exit now.
Anyone else who would be offended by such fiction needs to read no further.
Everyone else who lusts after religious boys in dark suits needs to get the
paper towels ready.


Converting the Mormon Boy - Part II

by BladerIowa@aol.com


I must have shot a dozen loads after Missionary Allen had left.  I had sucked
off a Mormon boy!  A cute one at that!  I never dreamed it could get any
better than that.  How could I top off seducing a dark suited hunk of sexy
young flesh?  I was about to find out.

The next evening I was sitting in my chair watching TV when the doorbell
rang.  Glancing at the clock I could see it was about 7:00.  It was still
light outside and as I peeked out through the window in the door, I could see
it was Missionary Jeffreys and Missionary Allen.
Both were wearing the usual dark suits.

"Guys, come in.  Nice to see you again," I said as I greeted them.

"Good evening Mr. Bennett," said Missionary Jeffreys.  "We hope we're not
bothering you."

"Not at all.  Not at all.  Come in and have a seat.  How are you doing Mike?"


Both guys sat down on the couch.

"I'm fine David.  I mean Mr. Bennett.  I told Marty I'd stopped back and we
talked last night.  I convinced him we needed to come back and talk again."

"I was opposed to it," said Missionary Jeffreys.  "At first I thought he had
returned for some immoral reason, but he assured me he had not."

Boy, I thought to myself, now I'd taught Mike how to lie!  This boy, now
corrupted, was going for all the sins!

"So what would you guys like to talk about?" I inquired.

"I'd like to talk about what happened last evening," said Missionary Allen.
"I would like you to show Missionary Jeffreys the same thing you showed me."

"Mike, I mean Missionary Allen, we must stick to our teachings.  We are here
to spread the message for the church, not to socialize.  I thought that's
what you told me.  Mr. Bennett was willing to kneel for the baptism and had
last night.  Did you deceive me?  If so...."

"He knelt alright," Mike interrupted.  "But not for the baptism.  David, have
you got that movie?"

"I must go right now!" exclaimed Missionary Jeffreys.  "God, save me from
this house before it is destroyed for its wicked perversions."

"Shut up you stiff neck.  If you can sit through ten minutes of this movie
without getting a woody, I'll resign from the fucking church," said Mike.
"I'm so sick of your shit.  You were so eager to convert me to your way of
thinking when you met me in the half-way house.  I'll bet you don't even jack
off do you?"

"NO I don't.  Well, ummmm.  That's none of your business, Mr. Allen.  You
realize you could be excommunicated for immoral behavior."  Missionary
Jeffreys looked pretty angry.

"I don't think so," said Missionary Allen.  "You returned WITH me, without
permission, to this house of drinking and perversion.  Sorry David.  It's my
word against yours, Marty.  Now sit here for ten minutes and try not to get a
boner or I'll spread all over church that you are a homosexual."

"You will NOT!"  I've never even touched a man!" should Missionary Jeffreys.

"I'll bet you haven't.  But I'll bet you've looked at one before," said Mike.

Missionary Jeffreys remained silent.  His silence was his accuser, judge, and
jury.  Maybe, just maybe, he was a closet case.  Could it be he was HIDING
behind his religion because he just might be GAY and this was the only way to
atone for his "sin" ?

"David, can you put in the movie?" asked Missionary Allen.  "And could I
please grab a couple Cokes?"

"Sprite.  Make mine Sprite," pleaded Marty Jeffreys, "I don't drink caffeine."

"All I have left is Coke.  You'll live."  That was bald-faced lie on my part.
 I always keep Sprite on hand for mixing drinks.

"I'll go without, thank you," said Missionary Jeffreys.  "But I thank you for
offer."

"Ah, drink it Marty.  Quit being a hard ass.  Remember, I think I saw you
staring at me when we showered at church camp.  You seemed to get kind of
excited, too.  I'd hate to have to tell old lady Perkins about it and then
have the whole church know.  Drink the Coke."

I handed the cold can to Marty.  Tentatively, he took a sip.  Then he tipped
the can up and took several gulps.  He put the can down.

"Yes, I'd forgotten how good it tastes.  This one time won't hurt.  Jesus did
drink wine in the Bible.  A little Coca Cola isn't going to harm anything."

"Okay, here's what's going to happen," said Missionary Allen.  "David's going
to put in the tape, we're going to watch it for ten minutes.  If you even
look like you're getting an erection, then you're as guilty as me.  If you
can go without popping a boner, then I'll resign from the church."

"I'm really quite opposed to this," said Missionary Jeffreys.  "I can assure
you it will not phase me.  I'm disappointed in your conduct, I must say."

I got up, walked over to the entertainment center, and started up the VCR.  I
rewound the bi flick to the beginning where the straight sex starts.  Then I
started the tape and went over and sat down.

The movie started with the usual boring introduction.  I fast-forwarded it to
where the gal and the guy started kissing.  Mike and Marty watched as the
action progressed to where the guy was sucking on her tits.  Mike was
smiling, but Marty remained rigid.  About that time the girl sank to her
knees and pulled the guy's cock into her mouth.  Mike squirmed around a
little on the couch, presumably with a hard-on.  He and I both kept looking
at Missionary Jeffreys' pants, but still didn't see any signs of a boner.

I fast-forwarded the movie to where the couple was fucking.  Then the guy's
friend walked in, catching them.  Marty looked a little curious as the friend
started stripping.  The girl on the screen was still getting her pussy plowed
when the friend came over and she started sucking his dick.  Marty leaned a
little forward at this point.  When the original guy on the screen started
rubbing his friend's ass, I saw Marty frown slightly and lean forward.

By this time Missionary Allen was hard.  I could see the bulge in his dark
slacks.  He absent-mindedly rubbed his hand on his crotch.  Marty noticed it
as well.

"Missionary Allen, I would ask that you control yourself."

From where I was sitting, I thought I could see a bulge forming in Missionary
Jeffreys' slacks.  When I saw him reposition himself on the couch, I
confirmed my suspicion.

"Getting a little uncomfortable, Missionary Jeffreys?" I asked.

"Umm.  Well, I'm only human.  The flesh is weak.  This kind of thing will
make almost anyone aroused," Jeffreys admitted.

"What, the guy and the girl or the two guys together?" asked Missionary Allen.

"You know the answer to that!" said Missionary Jeffreys.

"Yeah, but you didn't say it did you?  Do you get off on watching the guys
get it on or the guys and the girl?" Mike asked.

"Well, it... well, people get aroused seeing things like this.  It's the
weakness of the flesh.  It's still wrong.  It's pornography and filth.  It
cheapens sex.  That's why it's forbidden.  I don't engage in such things."

"But you like to watch," said Missionary Allen.  "You like to watch people
having sex.  Would you ever do that in real life?"

"Definitely not," said Jeffreys.  "I could not let myself do that."

"Why?" asked Mike.  "Cause you would want to join in?"

"NO!" exclaimed Missionary Jeffreys.  I am not that weak."

"Prove it to me," said Missionary Allen.  "David, lets give him a
demonstration."

"What would you like me to do?" I asked.

"Kneal in front of me and suck my cock like you did last night," said
Missionary Allen.

"What?" bellowed Jeffreys.   "You allowed him to have sex with you Mr. Allen?
 What if word was to get back to the church of this encounter?  You would be
excommunicated for life!"

"I don't care," said Missionary Allen.  "I learned something about myself
last night and I want to experience more.  I want to get my dick sucked
again.  And you can watch if you want to."

"You told me he kneeled for the baptism to the Mormon church.  You are a
liar!" he shouted.

"No, I told you he kneeled for me.  He did.  He kneeled for me and gave me a
BLOWJOB.  Something I'll bet you wish someone would do to you.  Something
you've never had!"

"I'm leaving," Jeffreys said matter-of-factly.  "Your days of missionary work
are over forever."

"Mike, did you say it was Englewood Church of Latter Day Saints?" I asked.
"I need to give them a call and tell them Missionary Jeffreys was over here
having a Coke and watching a porno flick.  What do you think?"

"Good idea!" he said.  "Ask for Brother Davis."

"No, please," begged Jeffreys.  "Please don't call.  What must I do?"

"Sit there and relax," I responded.  "Watch what we're going to do and if you
like it, you can join in."

Missionary Jeffreys looked resigned. Saying nothing, he slumped back against
the couch.

"It sickens me to watch you degrading yourself this way," said Marty
Jeffreys.  "But I will silently pray for your soul.  God save you."

Missionary Allen sat back and slowly unzipped his slacks.  Missionary
Jeffreys looked away as he fished around inside his underwear and pulled his
cock out.  I worked up a lot of saliva as I knelt before him.  His cock was
nearly hard.  I leaned forward and engulfed his penis with my wet mouth.

"MMMMMMMMM.  That feels good.  Oh yeah...  Man, I love getting it sucked.  Go
up and down on it and use your tongue."

I bobbed up and down on his prick.  By now it was completely hard and Mike
was moaning as I twisted my mouth on his member.  His hands held my head as
he pumped his fat dick into my mouth.  As I sucked, I noticed Jeffreys look
over and start to watch us.  Mike was moaning loudly and talking dirty.

"Please let me cum in your mouth.  God that feels so good!  You're the best.
I want this so bad.  Marty, you don't know...UHHHH what your missing.  He
really is good. OHHHHH!  I'm getting close."

Jeffreys was staring intently at us as I bobbed faster and faster on
Missionary Allen's dick.  I noticed he was rubbing his hand on a large bulge
in his own slacks.  I pulled off.

"Mike, rub Marty's cock," I said.  Mike reached over and before Marty could
protest, he grabbed the bulge in his slacks.

"Uhhhhh," Missionary Jeffreys gasped.  "Stop."

Mike's hand rubbed and squeezed Jeffreys' bulging crotch.

"Please, Mike, stop.  Don't do this.  It's wrong."  Missionary Jeffreys'
pleas became weaker and weaker.  "Don't do this.  Don't be like the
Sodomites."

"Sin is sin Marty.  You're sinning by getting hard watching me.  If we have
to we can repent tomorrow.  All I know is your mouth is saying one thing and
your body is saying another.  I'm going to make them say the same thing.  Now
relax."

"I won't enjoy it," Marty said.  "I will pray for forgiveness for you."

Missionary Allen unzipped Marty Jeffrey's slacks.  Fishing around inside the
bulging basket, he brought out a bent over penis.  I was amazed by its
proportions.  I whistled.

"Damn that's a big cock.  Marty you've got a whopper there."

Marty didn't say anything.  Mike slid his hand up and down his buddy's penis.
 As it lengthened and thickened, it stretched to at least nine inches.  A
drop of pre-cum started forming at the head.

"Are you going to suck it David?" Mike asked.  "He's ready for it."

"No," I replied.  "You are going to.  Pull your lips over your teeth and make
your mouth into an "O" shape.  Then take the first couple inches in."

Marty looked straight ahead and pretended not to notice his buddy about to go
down on him.  When Missionary Allen's mouth made contact with the big organ,
Missionary Jeffreys drew in his breath and held it.  Mike choked on the big
cock and backed off again.

"Take it easy, kid.  It's not going to go to waste.  Only take an inch or two
until you're comfortable with it.  Remember that we want to make him cum
slowly.  Tease him a little."

Missionary Jeffreys closed his eyes as Mike took the dick into his mouth
again.  This time I saw Marty Jeffreys' legs tighten up a little and the
thrust dick just a bit.

I bent over and took Mike's hard cock back into my mouth again.  He moaned
with Marty's dick in his mouth.  Marty then moaned.  I bobbed my head up and
down on Mike's young cock.  The last time I blew him he didn't leak at all,
but this time a little drop of sweet pre-cum landed on my tongue.

By now Missionary Jeffrey's was enjoying the action his cock was getting.  He
was moaning loudly and squirming on the couch as his buddy stroked and sucked
his mammoth cock.

"Yes!  Yes!" he moaned as his tool thrust into Mike's mouth.  I continued
bobbing my head as Mike drove his prick further and further down my throat.
I pulled off Mike's dick.

"Get on your knees," I hissed.  Mike complied.  I jerked his slacks and
briefs down the rest of the way.  "Now keep sucking Marty's cock."

"What are you going to AHHHH...? " Mike started to ask as my tongue found its
mark.  I buried my face in his sweet ass and licked all around the rim.  Mike
was moaning louder and louder and, in turn, Missionary Jeffreys was getting
louder.

"That's it, Mike.  Oh that feels so good.  Yes, I've wanted this forever.
I've MMMMMM thought about you for so long Mike.  I've wanted to do this with
you UHHHHHH.  Please don't MMMMMMM  tell anyone!  Oh let me climax.  Please
let me have my MMMMMMM orgasm."

I tried not to laugh as I heard Missionary Jeffreys confessing his lust for
young Mike.  I can't fault a guy for that.  I was making a meal out of Mike's
tight young ass.  He kept squirming and forcing his butt against my
penetrating tongue.  I was intoxicated with the scent of his tender young
anus.

Marty Jeffreys was breathing heavily now.  His breaths came in gasps.

"He's getting close!" I yelled.  "Pull off!"

Mike kept sucking his friend.  Missionary Jeffreys' legs tightened up and
then he lurched.

"I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  OHhhhhh.  Ohhhhhh.  Uhhhhhhh! MMMMMMM..." he
moaned.  Mike tried to swallow all of the cum the big cock was shooting, but
some leaked out and dribbled onto Marty's dark pubick hairs.  Marty collapsed
against the back of the couch, dazed.

Mike pulled his ass away from my mouth.  As he sat back down on the couch he
stroked his thick piece of meat.  Missionary Jefferys leered at the turgid
flesh.  His entire complexion had changed.  From a man scowling in
disapproval, he had a look of lust in his eyes.

"I want it," he begged.  "Give it to me."

"Marty, get on the floor Jeffreys.  Mike, you on top of him" I commanded.  I
gestured for him to lie so that Marty could suck his cock.  In the meantime,
I worked my tongue back up Mike's ass.

Missionary Jeffreys took to cocksucking like an old pro.  He worked Mike's
knob and shaft while I reamed his tight little butthole.  It wasn't long
before Mike started to cry out that he was close. I pulled my tongue out of
his ass and roughly jammed a finger into his butt.  He screamed as his ass
reluctantly yielded.  I shoved a second finger in as he again yelped in pain.
At the same time he yelled he was cumming and grabbed Marty's head.

After convulsing several times, he body became limp and as I pulled my
fingers out of his ass, he rolled over onto his back.

Nobody spoke for a couple of minutes.  I took my cock out and started playing
with it.  As I approached orgasm, Mike took my eight inches of meat into his
mouth and finished me off.  I spilled a huge load down his throat and he
swallowed it all.  After we'd all rested a few minutes, I spoke.

"Thanks to both of you," I said after cumming.  "That was fantastic."

"I shouldn't have done that.  It was sinful and wrong," said Missionary
Jeffreys.

"I thought that too," said Missionary Allen.  "That was the first time.  This
time it felt right.  Maybe because it was with you."

"I couldn't help myself," said Jeffreys.  "I've been having these thoughts
for some time.  I knew there was that risk when I came here, but it was like
something made me do it.  I had to do it.  I had to know."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yes," Marty said as he and Mike were getting dressed.  "I have to say I did.
 But truthfully, I don't know what to do about it."

"Explore those feelings," I said.  "They are natural urges from your body.
Do what your body tells you to, not what people fill your mind with.  Do that
and then you will be true to yourself and the other person."

"We need to go, Missionary Allen," Marty said.  "We have a lot to talk about
tonight."

"Thank you Mr. Bennett," Mike said.  "It was nice meeting with you.  Can we
arrange a time to visit you again?"

"Anytime," I replied.  "You guys are always welcome."

"Thank you David," added Missionary Jeffreys.  "And, I will accompany
Missionary Allen when he returns.  After all it is a rule.  Good night."

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