Creamy Boy Cum

[+ Lucky]

Hey, it's my 400th post, so I thought I would avoid anything serious and just talk about what we are here for. A reviewer mentioned the "creamy boy cum" shot into his mouth by an escort he had hired. It made me think about whether boy cum is any different than man cum.

Now, of course we are talking about legal boys here, but an incident many years ago came to my mind.

At a boring movie with friends, I went to the theater lobby where the only other person was the popcorn boy. He was quite chatty, telling me three times how he wanted to party after work. Dense me didn't put two and two together, but I told my friends on the way to the car and they urged me to pursue him. I looked back at the theater and there he was, watching me.

So, I drove the car to the doorway, he hopped in without a word. It seemed to take so long to drop my friends off, but once they were out of the car, his mouth was on my dick.

At home, I was quite pleased when he shot his creamy boy cum into my mouth. It was the sweetest I have ever tasted.

Later he asked me in a quiet voice if I would come inside him. Be careful, he said, it was only his second time. Yeah, right. You could have put a Cadillac in there.

We had another date before he announced that he had decided to take up again with his girlfriend. Not long after that, one of the guys who had gone to the movie with me went back and picked him up for another adventure.

Years later we saw him at a gay bar. We exchanged our fond memories.

So, that's my 400th post. Anyone else want to share a story like that?

[OneFinger]

First of all, Lucky, congrats on your 400th post. I enjoyed your story and want to add my fond memory.

 

It was a cold and dark winter night in Ogden, UT and I was feeling horny. I didn't feel like driving 30 miles to the closest gay bar and decided cruise the gay area of a local park.

 

When I pulled into the "pickup" area and stopped, a slender figure stepped out of the shadows. He looked about 20 years old and was wearing a dark knee-length overcoat. I rolled down the window and invited him to warm up in my car.

 

He eagerly climbed inside and quickly asked if I had a place we could go for privacy. He wasn't bad looking and seemed very anxious to get away from the park.

 

We arrived shortly at my house and I got a much better look at him when he removed his coat. He was wearing a dark suit, white shirt, and sported a short, neat haircut. I thought his attire was a little odd for cruising but he was certainly an expert kisser and wasted no time separating me from my clothes.

 

He fell to his knees and started deep-throating my cock like a seasoned expert. He resisted my attempts to remove his suit coat but finally submitted to my wishes.

 

I quickly removed his shirt, shoes, and pants and finally saw the reason for his resistance. He was not wearing typical underwear but was dressed in a very unique and distinctive undergarment worn by faithful Mormons.

 

It was then I realized I had picked up a Mormon missionary!!

 

I won't reveal all the details but will confirm that it was one of the best (and quickest) sexual encounters I've ever had. After that night, I've always had a fondness for cute missionaries. }>

[phage]

And I thought I was the only one with a thing for missionaries! No doubt it’s my Mormon roots but there is something about calling a 19 – 21 year old kid “Elder” that just gets me going. Every time I see them on their bikes in their ill-fitting suits, I wonder what they look like in their garments. (Only an ex-Mormon could find garments sexy!)

 

One of my few experiences with a twinky escort here in San Diego became a major fantasy fulfillment when I found out he was a returned missionary. As soon as he opened his mouth, I could tell he was from Utah, and the more I found out about him, the better it got! He had given up on wearing garments of course, and it was probably all in my head, but it seemed like some of the sweetest boy/man cum I had ever had. :9

[OneFinger]

>And I thought I was the only one with a thing for missionaries!

 

I can certainly relate to your fantasy. Another "odd" experience I had was running into one of my former missionary companions in a gay bar. We went on to become "roommates" again. (But it sure was much more fulfilling this time.) }>

 

BTW, have you seen the porn video "Missionary Position"? I have rarely laughed so hard and been so horney in all my life. However, there was a major inaccuracy since the actors didn't wear the typical Mormon garments. :-(

 

Would also love to know which San Diego escort used to be a missionary.

[Guest cmp]

Thanks, I loved your story. "Cumming soon to a theater near you".

[Guest cp8036]

When I was a mere tenderfoot of 23 years of age, I joined some straight friends and went to this very straight dance bar in the neighborhood. I was not totally out at that time, so I tended to go to straight places with straight friends. This place was beyond straight, it smelled of high-fiving dudes with their high school athletics-toned builds starting to go south from too many nickel beer nights, and girls with super tight jeans and big hair. Through this sea of Member's Only jackets I noticed this really hot looking blond guy (this was before I went ethnic) with a group of girls.

 

It was near closing and my buddies were about to leave. I told them to go on without me, as I wanted to talk to someone. They just assumed was a girl.

 

I seen the blond guy and his friends leave. So, I waited a bit, and left the bar as well. I walked through the snow towards my car, and crouched over, tying his shoelaces was the blond guy, alone. As I passed, I softed said "see you on Monday". This was a coded reference to the College Night every Monday at Paradise Disco in Chicago. Even though I visited a gay bar twice in my life so far, I knew about this place - but never been. I thought this would be safe thing to say on the outside chance the guy as not gay. If confronted, I could have said I thought he was in my Monday lab, and not get outed.

 

I was in my car warming it up, then a knock on the snowy window. I lowered and it was he, asking what did I mean about next Monday. I asked what is a good place to spend time on a Monday night. He smiled and knew what I was talking about.

 

He got in the car, and we drove off to my place. The sex was ok at best, but I didn't know any better as he was the 3rd or 4th guy I had been with. I was more impressed on how two gay guys could hook up in this place ... (Eric the Red's in Mt. Greenwood neighborhood of Chicago).

[+ Charlie]

I was taken on my first visit to an s/m bar in NYC (I was 21) by a Mormon missionary whom I met in a gay bar in Philadelphia. He seemed right at home there.

[Traveller]

>>And I thought I was the only one with a thing for missionaries!

>

 

I always forget. Are they Melchesedic or Aaronic?

 

Later.

 

PS. Shit. I think this post was racist too. Maybe one of Covey's pep talks can snap me out of this cycle.

[phage]

>

>I always forget. Are they Melchesedic or Aaronic?

>

I’m sure you don’t really give a shit, but I am shocked :o and a little scandalized that a complete hedonist like yourself is even familiar with the terms! Got a little LDS in that closet? (Now...LSD I would believe.)

[phage]

>Would also love to know which San Diego escort used to be a

>missionary.

 

Check out Ryan #2. He got a boyfriend and is no longer working, but he was hot, hot, hot. Perfect skin if you like those white, white, white boys.

[OneFinger]

Thanks for the info. All I can say is [h1] I'm jealous!![/h1][/font color]

[Traveller]

>I’m sure you don’t really give a shit, but I am shocked :o

>and a little scandalized that a complete hedonist like

>yourself is even familiar with the terms! Got a little LDS

>in that closet? (Now...LSD I would believe.)

 

Dude,

 

Bad MoMo. Using a naughty word in a sentence about the Elders. You must report back to BYU for further indoctrination.

 

Later.

 

PS. I believe one should venerate one's ancestors; and my great grandfather had 5 wives (of course all at once). 6 in bed is a start.

 

PPS. Cardinal rule: Always a little blotter or windowpane in the closet. Words to live by.

[Guest need2Btopped]

And the rest is history!:-) Just think how much pleasure (and pain) you owe to that Mormon guy.