The Missionary By Dapper Hargrave
I wasn't expecting anyone when the door rang. I had an extra day off from work so I had slept in and was about to start cooking lunch. I had thrown on a tight pair of jeans but hadn't bothered with a shirt on the hot and humid Chicago summer day.
When I opened the door I was surprised to see two young guys in suits smiling at me. One of them was pretty cute,but the other could only be described as hot. He was just my type: young, blonde, taller than me, and lean - and, I could tell with a glance, totally cherry. Maybe it was just my imagination but I was sure his eyes were focused on my smooth chest before moving up to my eyes and lingering just a bit too long. My meat stirred in my jeans but, in a moment of rare self-control, kept myself from springing a full rod.
The first one started rambling something about the Church of Jesus whatever but I barely heard him. Then the hot boy mentioned the name Mormons.
"Oh yeah. I've heard of you." I wasn't interested in the sales pitch but wanted to keep looking at this kid who had, in seconds, thoroughly captivated me. I invited them in.
I could tell the first one - he said his name was Elder Davis - was eager to get started on his preaching. I knew I had to try a delaying tactic or he would realize I wasn't really interested.
"I was just about to have some lunch, you guys hungry? My name is Alan by the way."
The hot boy, Elder Clark, deferred to his companion who didn't seem to mind the free meal at all. I decided to forgo the sandwich I had been planning on and cook something special. Elders Davis and Clark took off their jackets and talked about their Church while I worked. I listed enough to seem at least somewhat interested.
Shortly before lunch was almost ready, Elder Clark asked to use my bathroom. I pointed him down the hallway. I wasn't until after I heard the bathroom door close that I remembered my favorite stroke mag was on the back of the toilet. I desperately hoped it didn't freak him out.
He came back a few minutes later. He looked a little pale but didn't seem ready to bolt or anything. I wondered if he had glanced through the magazine and my self-control was defeated - I felt myself going full hard. I kept myself positioned behind the kitchen counter to hide it but my boner showed no signs of going away.
Finally the food was ready and we sat down to eat. It wasn't until we were at the table that I realized I had over done it a bit. There was enough food for six or seven people and there were just three of us. Elder Davis didn't seem to mind and, after saying a blessing on the food, loaded up his plate and started eating.
Elder Clark was a bit more restrained. In fact he seemed more interested in me than in the lunch. Several times during the lunch I caught him staring at me. When he realized he had been spotted, he would blush and turn away quickly. This boy wanted me!
I found out that Elder Davis was from Idaho and had been a missionary for about a year and a half of the two years he had agreed on. Elder Clark, my hot boy, was new - just 19 years old, had started his mission only about two months earlier, and came from San Diego.
Elder Davis loved my cooking, he said it reminded him of his mother's, and there was little left of the large meal by the time he was finished. We wandered into the front room and Elder Davis leaned back in my couch. The large meal was catching up with him and his eyes were heavy. I got Elder Clark to talk a bit and, sure enough, in moments Elder Davis had drifted into a nap.
I somehow convinced Elder Clark to let his companion sleep and he began to quietly make his presentation.
As Elder Clark talked I "nonchalantly" brushed my hand against my still bare chest. The young missionary faltered for a moment, his eyes locked on my nipple as I gently rubbed it. He tried to continue but he couldn't focus. He shifted his weight, blushed, and set his Bible or whatever it was on his lap. The kid was hard. That, of course, led to my cock springing right back to full hard as well.
"Hey, why don't we move to the kitchen so we don't wake your companion here?"
Elder Clark struggled against the temptation for a moment. "We are really supposed to stay together."
"He didn't say anything when you had to use the bathroom." I reminded him.
Elder Clark started to say something, paused, started again, and then finally sighed. "I guess you're right."
I suppressed a shout of glee as I lead him into the kitchen. Elder Clark's dick had just overridden his sense of duty. My odds of bagging this hot boy had just shot up.
I carefully closed the kitchen door - the last thing I wanted right now was to wake up Elder Davis. Elder Clark was standing by the kitchen counter, his eyes flicked to me as if I was a dangerous predator.
This is always the hardest part with cherry boys: if I moved too slow he would have time to think about it and change his mind; if I moved too fast he would panic. I had to be bold now, I decided, and moved in close.
Elder Clark was nervous and was sweating a bit. I loved the subtle mix of fear and desire. I gave him a smile; he blushed but kept eye contact. I let my leg touch his; he didn't pull away. I reached out and ran my hand down his cheek; he shuddered (for a moment I thought he had already come) and closed his eyes. He rested his face against my hand and I knew I had him.
I pulled his face close to mine and gave him a long, slow kiss. His hesitant lips gave way and let my tongue slowly explore his mouth. I ran one hand through his short blonde hair and let the other slide down his back. I brushed his ass - another shudder - before gliding around to the front of his pants. His dick was hard and eager and throbbed to my touch. I led him to my bedroom.
"I've never done anything like this, Alan."
"I know." I replied.
"My Church says..."
I silenced him with another kiss and I undid his tie. He rested his head against my shoulder. I was a bit sweaty from the heat and from working in the kitchen. His tongue tentatively licked the sweat - he seemed to like it, as he got a bit less tentative. I unbuttoned his shirt and removed it along with the undershirt. He kicked off his shoes without being asked.
He was panting. This kid had to be horny as hell. I took his hands and placed one against my chest and the other near my throbbing dick. He instinctively cupped my meat and gently rubbed it through the denim.
As I undid his belt and slid his pants off. I had heard about the strange underwear Mormons wear but didn't care enough to get a look at it. The cherry boy was bare and ripe before me. His hard dick was nice sized, about 7 inches and thick, and I decided to give him a little attention before showing him what he really wanted.
I dropped to my knees, waited for him to look at me, and - never losing eye contact - took his pre-cum covered cock in my mouth and sank to the root.
"Oh my heck." He muttered.
I just moaned as I began to move up and down on the hard meat, savoring his pre-cum and the other tastes and textures his cock offered. I let the dick slide into my throat for a moment and his eyes rolled up in his sockets. He was close - extremely close - and this cherry had to learn his destined role in life. I backed off his dick quickly.
His hand instinctively moved to touch himself but I batted it away. I stood, and placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees in front of me. His eyes were transfixed on the bulge in front of him. I don't think he saw or was aware of anything else. I swear the kid was drooling in front of me. He finally reached up and unbuttoned my jeans. He reverently unzipped me and I knew he had found his new god. My eight inch uncut slab greeted him. Taking the back of his head, I pulled his mouth to my dick and pressed his lips on the tip. He opened and I pushed in.
"Careful with your teeth." I said. "Cover them with your lips."
He did as I said and began to worship my cock. When I say worship, I mean worship. I have never seen anyone, in any church, devote so much of themselves as he did in his first blowjob. He never even touched himself though his cock was so hard it must have hurt.
"I knew you would like this, baby. I knew you wanted it."
I don't know if he even heard me, but I babbled on almost lost in the ecstasy of the moment. I leak a lot of pre-cum and he loved the taste. He savored each glob that popped in his mouth. He gagged when I reached the back of his mouth and tried to back away. I wasn't going to have any of that - like I said, it was time for him to learn his place. Placing both hands on the back of his head, I insisted and forced my way into his throat. He choked but obeyed and managed to adjust. Soon my ball sack was bouncing off his chin and he was gratefully taking it. I thought about letting him take my first cum load down his throat but decided there was a better place for it.
As he continued his devotion, I bent over and began massaging his ass cheeks. He obediently spread his legs a little, which opened his ass cheeks up and, though I couldn't see it from my angle, exposed his pucker. I wet my middle finger with some spit and began circling his tight little hole.
I didn't think it possible, but his attention to my dick increased in intensity. The horny little pussy boy wanted it bad. My circles grew tighter and closer to my goal. He was shuddering again - not in fear anymore though. This was total desire.
My finger met with resistance of course. I don't care how hot and horny a virgin is, their ass always plays hard to get at first. My circles had given way to direct pressure against his chute and I was not about to be denied now. It slid in and he gasped in pain (not that I paid much attention or really even heard it with my thick sausage deep in his throat). I bobbed it in his ass until the nerves there began to wake up to the new sensations. His hole loosened up a bit, which was my cue to apply more spit to my finger.
I was surprised how fast he began moving his ass on my finger but knew it meant he was ready for another. His gasp this time was at least as much pleasure as pain. Soon I had worked three fingers into his ass. My cock is thicker than my three fingers and he was still tight, but I wasn't really ready to wait any more. His little hole would adjust.
I gently pulled my meat from his mouth. I thought he would cry like a baby whose candy has been taken away. He actually tried to reach his head back out to take it again. Silly boy. I had better things in store for this little whore.
He realized what was next, at least he figured it out when I turned him around and leaned him over my bed with his ass in the air.
I opened the drawer on my nightstand and pulled out my jar of Vaseline. As I lubed my dick up, I gave his sweet tender ass a few good licks. He almost lost it as I pushed my tongue inside him.
I stood up, added some Vaseline to his hole, and moved my very hard cock into position.
"Shouldn't you use a condom or something?" He stammered.
"Shhhh. Trust me. This is your first time, you should feel a dick inside you not a piece of latex."
He didn't protest. He was horny and had surrendered himself to me. I rubbed my hands along his flanks as I pressed against his barrier. "Come on, pussy boy, open up for me. Tell me you want me to take your cherry."
"Yes, yes, please fuck me. Pop my cherry, I need it."
He pushed back against me and the tip of my dick slid just inside him. You would have thought someone had branded him from the squeal he made. Thank goodness I have thick walls.
"That's right pussy boy. Push yourself onto my cock. That's what you are now. You are just a pussy boy eager to please me."
The dirty talk seemed to inspire him. He wasn't blushing anymore as he pushed back again. The head of my dick popped inside his pussy. I began rocking slightly. A little pull back to push back in just a little farther. In and out of his excellent little man cunt I worked.
"I'm going to fuck your cherry into history, pussy boy."
"Yes.. yes, Alan. Please fuck me.
He was a little past the head now, maybe a fourth of the way down my rod.
"You are going to have to work harder than that if you want to please me, pussy."
He began to match my rhythm, pressing against me as I pushed and reluctantly letting me pull back a little. I began thrusting, slowly at first then harder as he reached halfway down my dick then further.
He was crying softly to himself. I knew he must hurt but, God, did I feel good.
"You like that raw cock up your ass don't you, church boy?"
"Y-y-yeah."
"You are such a little slut. An hour after you meet me, you've got my dick up your ass." I didn't bother to tell him that, in some gay circles, an hour before having sex is almost an eternity.
"When you opened the door." He blurted before a moan escaped his lips. "When you opened the door I wanted you too." He was really working my man meat now. He had opened up enough that I could really hammer him and I knew I was hitting his hot spot from all his moaning.
"Yeah, little pussy. Work that raw cock so I can shoot my load up your ass. You want my cum up your ass little pussy?"
"Oh god! Fuck me forever then shoot in me. I want your cum inside me. I want to feel it." He was rambling. out of his mind from all these new sensation and emotions. These churches never seem to realize how repressing sex opens pussy boys up to cherry pickers like me.
I grabbed him and rammed him hard a few times. I was all the way in - all eight inches - and my balls bounced off his hot little ass. I was getting close to shooting and there was one more thing I wanted to do.
I pulled halfway out of his butt hole and held him still. With a little nudge I got Elder Clark to roll over onto his back with his legs on my shoulders and my cock still inside him.
"I want to look in your eyes when I shoot boy."
"Yeah."
"Look me in the eyes, boy."
"Yes sir." He wasn't touching his dick but he was almost as close to shooting as I was."
"Now tell me your are a faggot."
"I'm a faggot."
"Tell me you like to get fucked like a pussy."
"I love to get fucked." He said his eyes glazing a bit. "Like a pussy."
"Beg me to cum."
"Please sir. Cum in my ass."
The tell tale signs were there. I was almost out of breath and my dick was throbbing as I thrust into the missionaries formerly cherry ass.
"I can feel it. I can feel you coming!"
I let the weight of my body press down on him forcing my dick all the way in. I planted my lips on his and kissed him deeply as I shot wave after wave into him. It had been a long time since I was this turned on and it showed. I shot at least ten waves into him before finally reaching the end.
His hard cock was pointed up into my belly and I decided it was time to let him reach release. I pulled my dick out of him and he groaned.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Empty. I feel empty. I want it back in me."
I laughed. Yeah, you are a little pussy boy alright." I lay down next to him. "Now get over here and lick your ass juices off my dick."
He didn't even hesitate before engulfing my cock with his mouth and cleaning it with his tongue.
"Go ahead, pussy boy, stroke yourself. Shoot your load."
He did and after maybe six or seven strokes he came all over the bed. I don't know if he came as much as I had, but it was close.
I pulled him up next to me and kissed him. Now that he had shot his load, his mind was thinking properly again.
"I don't know what I'm going to do now." He whispered.
"You're a pussy boy faggot." I said as I kissed him gently. "You'll find your way."
"But my family. my friends. the Church.."
"If they don't accept you for who you are then they don't care about you to begin with."
He looked at me desperately. "Can I stay with you? I - I think I love you."
I laughed. "That's not how it works in the real world. I'm not looking for a boyfriend."
"But you. you just."
"I just fucked you. You were a cherry ass. I love popping cherries."
"Oh." He was crying now. God, I hate it when they do that.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You'll find your way. We all do." I reached around and fingered his ass. It was gaping from the hard fuck and I was able to slide in easily and loved the feeling of my cum dripping from his hole.
"Besides, you are one talented little whore. you can always get work, I promise you." It was cold and callous but, hey, life's a bitch (and so am I).
As if to prove my words he began thrusting his ass against my finger. I scooped up a big wad of my cum from his ass and fed it too him. "See you like that don't you."
"Oh yea.."
I was hard again by now. "Why don't you suck another load from my dick and you can taste it fresh from the spout?"
Without question, he leaned over any swallowed my shaft down his throat. He was really working me so I knew he would have his goodbye load before too long.
When we returned to the front room about ten minutes later, Elder Davis was still asleep on the couch. Wow. the kid was some sleeper, he had been there at least an hour. Now that I had popped the first little slut I began to wish I could work on the second. Best to end it now though, I decided.
I gave Elder Davis a gentle nudge. "Hey man. You zonked out on us for a bit."
"Oh sorry. Guess I ate to much" He said with a yawn. I decided he was really cute when embarrassed.
"Well, Elder Clark told me a bit about your church while you were asleep and I guess I'm just not that interested."
Elder Davis looked genuinely disappointed. "Are you sure, Alan? Maybe I could..."
"No. But thank you and I'm glad you enjoyed lunch."
I steered them out. If Elder Davis noticed his companion was a bit disheveled he didn't say anything. Elder Clark gave me one last long look before I closed the door then it was done.
I returned to my bedroom and looked at the mess on the blankets. I scooped up a bit of the load Elder Clark had left there and tasted it. Damn. Pretty good stuff. I wondered if he would still try to be a good little Mormon boy and continue on his mission or if he would just go home. I tried to tell myself I didn't care but knew it was a lie. I always treasure each cherry.
I checked the video cameras I had hidden around the room and was delighted that they all had worked great and had captured some good footage of the deflowering. Once I got this edited and on my website, I knew a lot of guys would enjoy the experience as much as I had. Well.. perhaps almost as much.