1. California Lloyd 2: Being Good Samaritan has its Rewards


    Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Virginity, Reluctance, Teen, Gay, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 100, Source: sexstories.com

    asked, “When was this?” “’bout a year ago,” he said. Then I risked asking the real question, “Did he hurt you?” He looked surprised and, shaking his head, he said, “Oh no! Quite the opposite. I beat the living crap out of him! That’s why we aren’t mates any more!” I was now taking stock of my own position and realizing I was in the company of a well-built young man who might just as easily “beat the living crap”, as he put it, out of me too! But evidently, this wasn’t what was on his mind. Realising what he had just implied, he was quick to reassure me. “But don’t worry,” he laughed, “I’m not gonna do that to you!” “I’m relieved to hear it!” I said, feigning a look of fear in my face. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?” he asked, changing the subject. “Go ahead,” I said, thinking he was going to ask me something about my being gay – you know, the way straight boys sometimes do, just out of curiosity. He said, “You aren’t Mormon are you?” “Good Heavens, no!” I replied. Then it all began to fall into place. “Why - are you? Is that what all this is about?” He now looked like the guilty school-boy, discovered by the Head-Master. There was a long pause and he then said, “It’s just that, well, I haven’t been able to talk to anyone this way about it ‘til now.” And then he went on, “Y’see, ever since that time a year ago, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it and, well……..wondering, you know.” “Wondering what?” I asked him. He shuffled in his seat, looked around to make ...
    sure no-one could hear. “You know,” he whispered, “…..what it might be like …….” He looked down at the table and covered his eyes with his hand, as if ashamed. He picked up his coffee, took a sip and winced when he realised it was cold. He was such a lovely guy. He was obviously quite sensitive and inexperienced in these things, and that clearly bothered him. He had also revealed he was a Mormon, and I knew very well what torment this meant for him, if he was questioning his own sexuality but was, as likely as not, surrounded by people of such closed minds and firm convictions. He didn’t look as if he had shaved this morning either, although his skin complexion was so soft and smooth that I was longing to touch it; to stroke it. And I’m ashamed to say, I was half-thinking about that uncut masterpiece I saw in his hands, by the light of the street-lamp at 2.00am the other night, through the slats in the blind! “It’s quite natural to be curious,” I reassured him. “And it doesn’t necessarily mean anything – if that’s what you’re worried about.” I was about to ask him if he had a girl-friend and stuff like that, when he pre-empted my line of thought. “When you said goodbye the other day, you said, ‘if ever I needed help’. What did you mean by that?” The conversation had now entirely lost its humour and it was getting very serious, so I didn’t try to explain the humour of my remark at the time; for one thing, they say (we say!) that Americans often don’t understand English humour ...
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