Tempting the Mormon
Gay freshman Quentin learns that his home-schooled roommate Zack is not only gorgeous and sweet, but far more innocent than a 19-year-old boy should ever be! As their friendship grows stronger, it becomes Quentin's job to teach Zack about everything from popular movies to internet porn. But as their mutual desires surface, Quentin finds himself considering the ultimate act of gay seduction! More
When gay freshman Quentin learns that his home-schooled roommate Zack is a conservative Mormon, he's prepared for the worst. But to his surprise, Zack turns out to be not only gorgeous and sweet, but incredibly innocent --- more innocent than a 19-year-old boy should be. As their friendship grows stronger, it becomes Quentin's job to teach Zack about everything from popular movies to internet porn.
But when the two roomies discover each other's dirty habits and desires, the dorm room heats up with unspoken lust... and Quentin finds himself considering the ultimate act of gay seduction.
WARNING: Tempting the Mormon is an 11,700-word erotic story intended for ADULTS ONLY due to HOT GAY CONTENT including mutual masturbation, oral sex, facials, and sacrilegious acts.
"What about these weird Mormon undies of yours?" I said, letting the white shorts dangle down.
Multiple, crisscrossing stains were revealed... stains that could only have come from one hot source.
"What laundry setting should I use on them?" I went on slyly. "I don't really know this fabric... hey, looks like you got... toothpaste stains on them or something. Although I never saw toothpaste splatter quite like that before! You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say it's almost as if my innocent Mormon roommate is secretly a wicked, sinful, compulsive, UNCHASTE..."
Watching Zack's temper finally boil over was something to behold. He tried to grab his shorts away, but I was too fast for him.
"Give those back!"
"Give WHAT back?" I waved them in front of him like a matador and nimbly leaped to the side. Next I twirled the shorts in the air. "You mean THESE?"
It didn't take Zack long to pin me on the floor. His flushed, furious face was pressed up against mine, almost the same position as last night. His hands were pressing both my wrists to the carpet.
I tried to think of ways to fight back... but none of them seemed to be effective... besides, I wasn't really sure I wanted to get out of this position.
I felt something poking at my thigh.
Just like Zack probably felt something poking at his thigh.
Two pairs of undies and two pairs of gym shorts aren't very good at blocking those feelings.
We looked at each other. Searchingly.
As if asking each other for permission to take our mischief to a hotter, totally forbidden level...