So, last we left off with the Mormon Boy #3 Saga I was confused by the SnapChats and flirtatious text messages… Below I have included a very homo erotic encounter with the aforementioned Mormon. I Hope you enjoy it!
Hot Friday Night: Pushing the Envelope
MB3 invited me to go swimming at his parent’s house. His family was going to be out of town and he was going to be housesitting for the weekend. The invitation was strange… it came right after some heated SnapChat exchanges.. he had suggested we would be able to talk about “things” in more depth.
After work I show up to a house that belonged in Stepford. MB3 casually greeted me in swimming trunks and gave me a small tour of the house. The interior of the home was meticulously up kept. Family portraits, framed spiritual quotes, and religious artifacts provided most of the décor. He apologized and informed me we only had a few of hours to swim. His mom had given him some familial errands to run before the end of the day. I nodded my head and told him it was fine. I walked toward the glass back doors and began to strip down to my swimming trunks.
To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I definitely got the gay vibe from him but this is coming from a gay who was cursed the world’s worst gaydar. MB3 immediately dove into the pool and encouraged me to go follow suit. I cautiously touched the water with my toes, it was freezing. There was no way in hell I was getting in that pool. I shook my head in disapproval and instead made my way toward the back of the pool and into the hot tub. He laughed and started name calling to encourage a change of mind. It didn’t work. Instead, we started talking about our dissatisfaction with current jobs and our desire to pursue other jobs. He remained in the icy pool while I semi shouted from the hot tub.
I don’t what on Earth inspired me to do this, but I did. I abruptly ask him if he’d ever skinny dipped. He looks up at me from the lower leveled pool and nervously says he had while camping with his friends from church. He explained that it goes back to his belief that nudity shouldn’t equate to sex. He quickly followed up by saying it was only guys camping. He doesn’t think opposite sex nudity is okay… because it leads to sex. I don’t know why but I had, and still have, a strong feeling he was lying. Maybe it was the way his unsure voice sounded during the story. It seemed really unsure.
He turns the question on to me. To be honest, I didn’t recall any specific time when I had skinny dipped. But I was positive I had. I reasoned I probably didn’t remember any it because I was heavily intoxicated at the time of the event. I lied. I quickly modified a true encounter and put a naked twist on it. I told him I had a long time ago. It was one night at friend’s house, the pool water was too cold so we’d opted for the hot tub. We dared each other: Take off our trunks, dive in the pool, race across to the other end, make it back to the hot tub and put our trunks on. The story really took place a cold fall night a few years back with a good friend, however we both were sporting our trunks the entire time. A minor detail he didn’t need to know.
I half seriously propose we do the same thing. He hesitated and then agreed. Except he didn’t accept my proposal for the starting line. He says he’ll start from his current position in the pool. I agree to his terms and initiate by taking my trunks off and tossing them out onto the side of the hot tub. At this point he couldn’t see anything waist down due to the elevated positioning of the hot tub. “Ready. Set. Go!”
MB3 pulled his trunks down quickly and began to make his way across the pool. Not to be outdone, I leapt into the pool and began to competitively stroke across the pool. I didn’t realize it prior, but being able to leap from the hot tub put me at a huge advantage. I speed past him and made it back to the hot tub with a good 6 feet advantage. I looked back down at him and instead of him reaching back for his trunks he remained naked swimming and shouted about his hindrance. The way he was positioned, I still couldn’t really make out any of his manhood. I followed his lead and remained naked in the hot tub. We casually continue with small talk. After a good 10 minutes, he swam toward the edge of the pool and cautiously informs me he is going to join me in the hot tub. I try to not stare as he makes his way out of the pool and into the hot tub. He entered the hot tub quickly and I was able to make out a glimpse of his flaccid schlong. It was thick, pale, and flaccid.
Once he was inside, we kept conversation really casual. After a good 30 minutes he reached for his towel that he had placed on a chair beside the hot tub before we began swimming. He wraps the towel around his waist facing away from me. He says he needed to check the time and goes inside for his cell phone.
It was time to wrap up the naked fun. He popped his head from inside and told me he had to leave soon. Time had flown by. I grab my towel, wrap my towel in a similar fashion, and make my way inside. Once inside, I start to put on my boxer shorts under the towel. Then, I drop the towel and pull up my jeans slip my shirt back on. Although I was facing away from him, I couldn’t shake the feeling he was staring hard. He apologizes again about having to leave so soon and said we should ‘do this again some time.’
And we did… he text me that Sunday after he was out of church… the second time it was MUCH HOTTER…
To be continued…
-Ethan D. Jonas