Mormon Missionary

By Mike Yonge (Mikel Yonge)

Published on Oct 5, 2012

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It was shortly after my wife died. I was home when I heard a noise at my front door. So I got up and answered the door just as the knock came.

Opening the door I saw standing before me two gorgeous young men, early twenties, immaculately dressed and groomed, smiling at me. I knew immediately who they were because I had heard that they were in town and going from house to house... Mormon missionaries.

I paused waiting for them to start their spiel, wondering how I could get rid of them. But, wait...My mind was spinning with a plan... well sort of a plan if I had the nerve to pull it off. If nothing else they would never come bother me again. These thoughts all flashed through my mind in that one or two seconds between opening the door and any words being spoken.

One of them greeted me. Before he could get much out, (I don't really even know what he said) I blurted out

"Uh You're Mormons, I am really not interested but I will listen to what you have to say if you let me give you a blow job."

The one young man that had spoken actually gasped and stepped back, visibly paling.

"No... No!" he shouted at me "That's disgusting" He turned almost falling as he stumbled off the porch. His partner said nothing but followed him.

"I had to ask" I called after them. The second young man looked back expressionless but said nothing and they were gone.

I laughed at my own audacity as I closed the door and then went about my day.

I pretty much forgot about the incident so when there was a knock at my door that evening I was very surprised to see the second young man at my door. I opened and let him in.

I waited for him to speak.

"You uh... well you said that if we let you give us a blow job you would listen to our `spiel'. Uh well I was wondering is the deal was still on"

His head was bowed and he was blushing furiously. I almost laughed, but at the same time I sprang a hard on like I hadn't in many years. At sixty –five, a hardon often has to be worked on...but not that night.

"Sure" I said gently taking him by the arm and leading him into the living room. I could tell he was not totally sure this was a good idea

"Listen" I said, "don't be afraid I only want to give you pleasure. I will not do anything to you that you don't want. You want something or you would not have come here tonight."

I smiled at him. I could see that he was shaking with fear. I gently reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He tensed as my lips touched him. Gently still, taking him by the shoulders I looked him in the eyes. "This is a good thing, it really is..." I paused "May I ask you your name?, I'm Darren"

"I ... uh,,, I'm Michael. I don't think that this is a good idea, I shouldn't have come here."

"Well Michael you are free to go if you want but I think you want to be here, don't you? You have been wondering about what has been going on in your life and my comment today struck a cord, and you want some answers. Am I right?" I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. I could see tears welling up in them.

He nodded but said nothing.

"Why don't we sit down and we'll talk"

He sat down on the chesterfield and I sat down beside him half turned to face him, our knees touching. "So what is this all about Michael?"

There was a tear coursing its way down is cheek now. I gave him a tissue.

"I know I'm going to Hell for this. But I can't stop these feelings I'm having" He started slowly. There was an edge of desperation in his voice.

"And you've been having them since you entered puberty haven't you?" I asked interrupting him.

He glanced me a look that spoke volumes.

I nodded "You never asked to have these feelings right?"

"No, I know they are wrong but I can't seem to stop them"

I put my hand on his knee closest me, feeling him tense at my touch. "Michael what does that say to you? Will God judge you for feelings that you have no control over? Feelings that are natural to you?"

"How can they be natural? It is a sin to feel this way."

"Did you ask for them, do you look for them? They just are there aren't they?"

He nodded looking miserable. Tears were flowing freely now and he dabbed the tissue to his eyes. "I don't know what to do"

"Michael, I sincerely believe that you are gay not by any choice of your own. You are gay because you are gay. I also don't believe that God is going to punish you for being something that you have no control over. Is you friend gay too?"

"Stephen!? No! no. You should have heard him this afternoon after we left your house. He was furious!"

"Well Michael let me ask this. Did Stephen choose to be straight? Did he wake up one morning and say `I have to choose, straight or gay, Uh... I'm going to be straight from now on and like women'?"

He smiled, "No I doubt that. He just wa..."

The penny dropped. I could see the look on his face.

"Michael, it's the same with you man. You didn't choose that you would be attracted to men, you just are... just like me" I moved my hand up just above his knee and leaned forward to kiss him again. This time I kissed him or more brushed him on the lips. "I would really like to show you Michael how beautiful gay love is. How perfect and right it is for you to be in the arms of another man"

I felt him tense again as my hand moved , but I continued gently massaging his leg and moving up. He made no effort to stop me. This time I kissed his lips firmly. He moaned softly as his lips accepted the contact.

We continued to kiss, I reached up and unloosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt He moaned as if to stop me... I pulled my lips away... "It's ok Michael" I whispered "It's ok" I brought my lips to his again.

I looked into his eyes and he into mine as I opened his shirt up. He pulled his shirt loose from his pants and shucked it off. His chest was beautiful. There was a lovely light mat of dark hair across it , leading down to lightly dusting his belly.

With one hand on the side of his head, my fingers curling to hold the back of his head, I kissed him again. This time I knocked at his lips with my tongue. By involuntary action he opened to me and our tongues were soon making love to each other as with my other hand I started to gently tease his nipples, first one then the other. He was moaning at my love making.

I broke off the kiss but continued with my mouth to kiss his eyes, nose cheeks and work my way down his neck. He just sighed as he allowed me to make love to him. There was no longer and resistance or doubt in his mind as to if he would allow this to happen. I knew he was well beyond that when as my mouth came to one of his nipples I felt his hand on the back of my head. "this is so good" he breathed

As I licked and sucked and nibbled at his nipples, I roamed down with one of my hands to find his crotch area. Beneath the fabric of his pants I could feel a very rigid manhood, my ultimate goal. I gently massaged it through the fabric. He groaned out loud as his hips rose give me better access. "Ohhnnn Darren please..."

I eased myself off the chesterfield while still keeping contact with this body, positioning myself between his legs. Still working on his nipples, I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, slowly sliding the zipper down. Bringing my hands around his lower back I let my thumbs hook under the waists of his pants and underwear. As I gently pulled down on them Michael lifted himself up to allow me to remove them down his legs, exposing a most beautiful very erect precum oozing manhood.

I am a cock man. It doesn't have to be huge, six to eight inches more than satisfies me but the shape and form of the organ, the sweep of the head, for some reason is important to me. This boy was perfect. His foreskin was already rolled back over the ridge of his cockhead, which had the perfect helmet shape.

I looked up at Michael, "May I Michael?"

He nodded. I noticed that tears were still coursing down his cheeks but I don't think it was sadness anymore that was causing them. I licked my lips and slowly allowed his to slide into my mouth. What an awesome feeling it is to feel that hard shaft of manhood sliding into your mouth and over your tongue. This was no different. I could feel his heartbeat on my tongue as this amazing hot young organ filled my mouth.

I slowly began to rise and fall on his wonderful cock. It was no more than fifteen seconds before he gasped and grabbed my head. "Ohhhnnnn noooooo!" he almost wailed as I received a massive explosion of cum in my mouth .

His delicious flavour filled my mouth as I swallowed as quickly as possible. It was hot and wonderful . His hips bucked up and down in rhythm with his pulsing of his cock. There must have been a good six of seven massive blasts of his hot man love before he started to ease off. I continued to work his slowly shrinking cock, until he pulled me off.

He was laying back on the couch panting "That was amazing" he gasped as I pulled myself up and onto the seat beside him.

It was he who then pulled me into a hug and tongue sweeping kiss.

"Thank you so much for this Darren. I was going mad with this hanging over me. I know I have to leave the church now but I feel free, liberated and like I can face life for the first time in my life. " He drew me in to a kiss again.

I looked at the clock. "Is Stephen going to be expecting you to be back soon?" I asked

He looked at the clock too. "Yeah he is probably wondering where I am. He got up and started to dress. "I guess I have to tell him, and it will be over for me"

"What will happen when you do?"

"I will be drummed out of the church, and probably my home."

"Do you have to tell?" I held up my hand to his objection as I said that. "I mean Michael, are you required to declare your sexuality to anyone?"

"No I just don't think that I should hide this do you?"

"Well I guess my point is this. Whose business is it that you are gay or straight? Other than today when Stephen in a fit of rage over my invitation certainly declared what he thought of homosexuality... has he ever come out to you as being straight?

Michael shook his head "but..."

"I'm just saying that your sexuality is your business, it is private and I think that until it becomes an issue of your faith or station in the church, you should treat it as your private life. If this has not changed your faith in God as you see Him, if you can still bring your message as before, then it is no-ones business but your own."

"I guess..."

"Just think it through before you tell anyone"

We had walked to the door as we talked. He kissed me "thank you Darren. Can I come back?"

"I hope you do Michael, I would love that very much"

With that he left.

Epilogue: Michael became a regular visitor in my home over the three months he and Stephen worked in our community. I was to enjoy many thick creamy drinks from his young cock, before they moved on.

If he ever came out of the closet to his family or church I don't know. I heard from his for a couple years after our encounter but he never told me. He did however leave Salt Lake City after his stint as a missionary moving to San Francisco, if that is any indication of what happened.

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