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

    anyway, so I simply replied, “It was just a figure of speech – friendship, that’s all.” He thought for a moment, still stirring his coffee – even though he knew it was cold. “The thing is,” he began, “I mean, I know I’m not…..well, I don’t think I’m, that way…….but sometimes I just feel like I want to find out what…….” and he tailed-off in mid-sentence; then, lowering his voice and looking down at the table again, he whispered, “…..you know, what sex with a guy would be like.” With a kind of pleading look in his face, he looked into my eyes and said, “Have you any idea what it’s like to be a Mormon and feel like this?” And then to reinforce his point, he added, “I mean, what I’m telling you…..all this…….what you saw the other night……..we’re all taught that it’s an abomination; if I don’t repent, the Lord will abandon me. If anyone found out…….well, I could be ex-communicated. Even my family – my own parents and brothers and sister could never speak to me again if that happened!” I nodded. “As I said,” I tried to reassure him, “It’s quite natural at your age to be curious about sex – all kinds of sex.” Then I tried to lighten the tone by smiling and adding, “It’s a very sexy time, being 19! And in this day and age, it’s too much to expect a young chap like you to be strong enough to resist. It seems to me that your beliefs shouldn’t need to be so strict.” I wondered if he was expecting me to give him more of a philosophical argument but he sighed, clearly not convinced, and ...
    remained silent for a while, as I sat back in my chair and tried to read his expression. He looked at me with those lovely steel-grey eyes. For some reason, he had decided to unburden himself on me, a relative stranger, and I was both flattered and touched. But there was something else; he had a motive; an agenda, even if he wasn’t sure of it himself. “Why are you telling me all this?” I asked him in a gentle tone. He pursed his lips and bit the inside of his cheek, as he pondered for a moment and then, looking round again to make sure no-one could overhear, he said, “I suppose you’ve had sex with lots of guys then?” The directness of his question embarrassed me a little but I composed myself and replied, “Being gay isn’t all about sex, you know!” I thought I would match his directness with a little of my own, “But since you ask, yes, I suppose I have.” “Look,” I carried on, “You obviously want me to help you; and I will, if I can,” I assured him. “We can stay in touch, if you think that’ll help.” Looking down at the table, he glanced up at me and then, looking down again, he seemed to be getting a little irritated or impatient. Then, he muttered half under his breath, “I just need to find out. I need to do it with someone who I can be sure won’t tell anyone I know.” And he looked across into my eyes with an almost mournful expression; I finally realised what he was asking. Part of me felt I should say “No” and encourage him to respect his beliefs and just try harder to put it ...
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