Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2002 03:44:19 +0900
From: Gaijin Ossan <gaijin_ossan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Missionary's first fondle

This story is true; names have been changed to protect the fondled.
Copyright 2002 gajin_ossan.



Born and raised as such, I had to do the Mormon missionary thing.  I was a
good son.  I loved my parents and the Church that raised me, so it wasn't
that hard for me to put two years of my life on hold while I knocked on
doors for the Lord.

              I knew I was gay early.  But a fat kid has a much harder time
ever coming out.  If I was lean and hard, maybe I would have come out
earlier and fucked and got fucked.  As it was it took me until I was 28 to
tell my folks and family that I liked to suck cock.  But after knowing me
for 28 years, my parents were hardly surprised.

              But back to the mission thing.  At 19 most Mormon boys leave
for two years of proselytizing and Christian service.  I was asked to serve
in Japan, which was ideal because I had studied Japanese as a kid and was in
love with Japan--the country that I had never been to.

              Before going overseas, missionaries study the Church's
doctrines, the scriptures and whatever language they need at the Missionary
Training Center in Provo, Utah.  I went to the MTC in 1989--the old MTC on
the west side off 900 East.

              The MTC was amazing.  Thousands of 19-year-old boys--just like
me--and strict separation of the sexes.  The dormitory I was in had
gang-bang showers, and I got to see everyone on my floor naked and
lathered-up every morning before our first class.

              In the MTC I fell in love with a different boy everyday.  One
day it was the beautiful star high school quarterback from Bountiful, Utah
who had a very developed body, but was boy-like in his sexual development--a
perfect little package with just a wisp of hair.  Next it was the kid from
Idaho--the nephew of a US Senator--who had bad skin but a huge cock.  For a
short time it was a poor kid from Blackfoot, Idaho who had a face like a
Roman god and a little penis like David.

              It was after I was sent into the field in northern Japan that
I really went crazy for the boys around me.  I had managed to control myself
and curtail masturbation while I was in Provo, but one in Japan I had to
spill my seed as I longed for the young men I served with.

              My first companion--as the Missionary system calls the young
man that you are asked to work with 24 hours a day--was a not-so-bright kid
from eastern Washington who had a bulbous little reddish cut cock.  I then
was paired with a guy, again from Utah, who had a very average, boring
member that did nothing for me.

              I was soon transferred to the countryside and had my first
Japanese companion.  He had a dark uncut cock--and I was not used to natural
men--that I saw when we went to the hot springs, which we were not supposed
to go to as missionaries.

              My next move was to a somewhat large city, known for its mafia
ties, where I lived with three other missionaries.  My Californian companion
was a little slow--having been in a terrible car accident as a child--but
had a gorgeous butt and the biggest package I had ever seen through the
ceremonial underwear that we were required to wear.  I complained that I had
bad back and was granted permission to go to a local sauna, were I confirmed
his size and was able to gaze extendedly at the giant cock on my new
companion.

              I stayed up nights gazing at him sleeping, and occasionally
got up the courage to touch his package through his garments on a few if my
sleepless nights.

              But the first boy that I got to touch in the flesh--the first
post-pubescent man that I ever fondled full on--was not my companion, but a
kid from Colorado, one of the other missionaries we lived with.  It happened
on a trip to the big city for a conference when we were all sleeping
ass-to-toe on the floor of a small apartment.  I had seen this missionary's
cock several times when we had drawn a bath together--erotic but very
guarded.  On this night, jammed together in the floor, I got up the courage
to put my hand down his pants while he lay sleeping.

              After confirming that he either didn't notice, was to scared
to say anything or liked it and wanted it to go on, I pulled his trembling
virgin cock out and jacked it to orgasm.  After he came, I licked my unclean
hand and nodded off, expecting to sent home from my church mission because I
was a gay boy-molester.  But the next day the missionary from Colorado acted
like nothing happened and we all played a rousing game of baseball.

              My next companions included a truly dumb kid from Salt Lake
with an eternally swelled cock, a very good looking high school football
star from Colorado with a tiny penis and an evil kid again from Bountiful,
Utah that had a long thin thing but such a black heart that it gave me no
joy to look at it.

              All in all my missionary experience was great.  I learned much
about the world and myself and did a lot of growing up.  It was also as a
missionary that I became certain that I was destine to love men.  I am so
thankful for the wonderful Church that raised me and kept my nose clean as a
kid, and then sent me to get my grasp around my first boy cock.  I am also
grateful to the shy kid from Colorado.  But more that anything, I wish that
everybody could experience such an amazing spiritual and sexual awakening
all at the same time.



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