2017 true gay sex story: California Lloyd 2A: Being Good Samaritan has its Rewards
by Bulge Voyeur
Genres: True Story, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Gay, Reluctance, Teen, Virginity
The thought of watching Lloyd’s beautiful naked body masturbating naked on the porch last night was difficult to push out of my mind throughout the rest of the following day……
The thought of watching Lloyd’s beautiful naked body masturbating naked on the porch last night was difficult to push out of my mind throughout the rest of the following day but it is testament to the incredible and magnificent landscape that is Yosemite National Park that I managed to distract myself! The sheer scale simply leaves you breathless with wonder.
But I had my mobile phone on, just in case! However, during the day when I checked, mobile reception seemed patchy and I realised I was probably a fool to have even thought I might hear from him.
I checked-in at the Yosemite Lodge about 6.30pm, having had an exhausting day of sightseeing, rambling and, if I say so myself, some stunning photography. After I had something to eat in the restaurant and had a short walk around the Village, I turned in and told myself to stop thinking about him. And I turned-off my mobile phone.
I was up quite early the following morning and while it was nice and clear out, it was quite cold before sun-up, so I decided to take the Valley Shuttle before breakfast, just for a ride down the Valley and back, to get the lie of the land and to see where I might want to go later in the day. Out of habit, I switched my phone on but there were no messages, even though there was a signal. If I’m honest, I hadn’t exactly forgotten about Lloyd but I already knew he and his parents were only staying the one night and would, presumably, be checking-out later today and moving on; so I had told myself (more than once) to give-up on any idea of seeing him again.
That was until about 40 minutes later, when the bus got to the Ahwahnee Hotel and I remembered that it was the hotel he and his parents were staying at!
Perhaps I should also tell you that the Shuttle bus runs every 20 minutes at that time of the morning and I had caught the second one of the day. You know what’s going to happen next, of course?
As the bus pulled-up, 3 people got on; a geeky-looking Japanese hiking couple and a young man wearing a “North Face” parka with the hood over his head. As the young man got on the bus and acknowledged the driver, he removed his hood and I recognized him instantly instantly. It was Lloyd!
I went all light-headed for a second, as my stomach did that “flip, flop” thing, my heart suddenly raced and a shiver went down my spine and disappeared somewhere inside, behind my testicles! However, there were only about six people on the bus by this time and he still didn’t see me sitting towards the back; instead, he moved into the bus and sat down about half-way down.
As the bus moved off, I got up and moved down the bus and sat down next to him.
“Hello again,” I said, “Fancy meeting you here!”
I really couldn’t resist the humour of such an apt but corny line. He turned to look at me, stared blankly for a second and then his face broke into a broad smile as he recognized me. He had such a lovely smile; his whole face seemed to light-up and his eyes sort of twinkled.
Clearly pleased to see me, he said,
“You got my message after all then. The signal round here keeps dropping in and out all the time.”
“Actually, no I didn’t,” I said, “and I noticed that about the signal too. So what did you say, in your message?”
He hesitated before replying, “Er, just that, if you were free, maybe we could meet for breakfast,” he said. I nodded.
“So where are you off to now then?” I asked, “Seeing as how you thought I hadn’t got your message.”
To my amazement, he started to go red in the face. The blush grew from his neck until it filled his cheeks. He was embarrassed! He suddenly looked so cute!
Looking awkwardly out the window, then only briefly at me, he eventually admitted,
“I was comin’ over to your hotel – to get breakfast in the restaurant, on the off-chance you’d be there.”
“Well that’s really nice,” I said.
I wasn’t sure quite what to say next but as the bus was now almost back at my hotel by this time, it just seemed to follow that we both got off there and went into the restaurant.
Minutes later, we were chatting over breakfast about what we had each seen yesterday. He hadn’t initially struck me as the sort to be moved by beauty in a landscape but every so often, as we talked, he got quite animated and enthusiastic. I was really warming to him. He went on to tell me that his Mom & Dad had a Family Room at the Ahwahnee, so he had shared with them last night.
“No more nocturnal wanderings last night then, I take it?” I said, rather cheekily.
His expression changed. He looked at me and blinked slowly.
“Just how much did you see the other night, anyways?” he asked.
I just looked back at him, smiled and raised my eye-brows.
“Hmm. Thought so,” he said with a sigh.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I should have kept quiet really – I don’t know what got into me.”
He nodded slowly, then said, “Anyway, thanks for not saying anything to my parents.”
Puzzled, I replied, “Why would I want to go and do that?”
But he didn’t respond. Instead, he now seemed to get a bit pensive. He looked down at the table, thinking; he was trying to summon-up courage to say something. Then he looked up and blurted-out,
“You ARE gay, I take it? That IS why you’re showing all this interest in me?”
I smiled and nodded in simple admission.
“Are you?” I replied softly.
Instantly, he started to go bright pink around the neck again.
“What gives you that idea?” he said, with a look of abject horror in his face.
There was what seemed like a long silence, while both of us felt awkward, not knowing quite what to say next. Then he surprised me by breaking the silence.
“I did have this mate in High School though – actually, he was my best mate really. Well, it turned out he was, you know, gay, and he tried it on with me…….and I er……..well…….let’s just say I didn’t deal with it very well and…….well, we’re not best mates any more!”
I wondered if he was warning me to back-off but on the other hand………….. I paused a second or two while I thought for a moment and then I 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 cute 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 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!”
“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 from his mind. But the greater part of me just wanted to take him in my arms and cuddle him, kiss him and love him; and to tell him to make up his own mind how he should reconcile his beliefs with what he knew in his heart he had to do.
So I checked that he was free from his parents for the time being and then said,
“I think we’d better get some fresh coffee and go back to my place, don’t you?”
So we did.
When we got back to my Lodge, I told him to make himself at home, as I closed the wooden slats of the balcony screens, blocking-out the stupendous view now being illuminated by the morning sun. There was another son, inside the room, that needed illumination instead! The pale, diffused daylight permeating the room made his skin seem even more soft and smooth. He had taken off his parka, revealing the white-vested torso I was already familiar with. He was also wearing the same camouflage pants as the other day and at that moment, I chided myself for thinking, “I hope he’s showered or at least washed properly this morning!”
I sat on the bed next to him, sitting there with his coffee in his hand, the shimmering liquid surface revealing that his hand was shaking. I put his coffee to one side and gently put my arm over his shoulder.
“It’s ok,” I reassured him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
His face turned to me and his soft features appeared now almost boyish; those silky-brown eye-brows, that button nose and those luscious lips. Now he seemed so exposed and vulnerable. And his expression made me want to just cradle his face in my hands.
As I did so, I moved toward him, and made as if to kiss him, and he turned away, gently touching my hand and moving it away from stroking his cheek.
“No,” he said, “I’m not ready for that. I can’t do kissing.”
At about 5’ 10” and about 165lb, he was quite a big chap; compared to me at least, but all of a sudden he seemed so small and cute – and lovable.
Other Chapters: California Lloyd – by Bulge Voyeur
- California Lloyd 2A: Being Good Samaritan has its Rewards
- California Lloyd 2B: Being Good Samaritan has its Rewards