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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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