Convert me.

[Yerkiddin]

When I was in the US Navy (back in the mid-to-late 80's) I had a shipmate we called the "Italian Stallion". (Authentic Italian/American, his family owned a restaurant, and he had an accent somewhere between 1st generation Italian/American and the Fonz, and his first name was Salvatore.) He was forever working out when not at work, and it was paying off. He had (so far as a straight guy can judge) perfect body. He noticed one day that I was depressed and wanted to cheer me up. I complained that we were never in port enough for me and my slow social speed to meet women. He tried to get me to use his plan.

He would go to some new church (there wasn't a shortage of them, even then) and worship with them. When the single ladies of the congregation started getting a big personal with him, he would confess that he was gay (which was all-the-more believable with his appearance) but that he wanted to change, if only there were some way.

He said he got help fairly readily offered. Sometimes from 2 or 3 of the women at church in turns, sometimes with others not knowing, and sometimes with 2 or 3 at once. His only problem? Not getting it up too soon. "It's best to make 'em work for it.", he told me.

At the time, I had a bit of a gut already, and nothing much for confidence, so I worried what woman might come out of a church to chase me. Sal was very likely to have swept the nicer-looking ones off their feet.

I've seen stories where clergy or nice looking worshipers wind up seducing each other, but I don't know that I've read this in a story before. I do know there was one gal down in San Diego that was going to throw everything of Sal's in the street when she figured him out. ;-)

 

[John Blackhawk]

Oh, i like this story. On the surface i just want to automatically call "bullshit" but reading it over again i just can't rule out there being a narrow percentage of women who this had/would work on.

 

[oggbashan]

Back in the 1960s I had two groups of women try to 'convert' me - not from being gay but to their sect of Christianity. This is an account of the first attempt:

I had gone out, briefly, with one of the members of Church young people's Bible study group. I didn't know that when we had met at the wedding of a mutual friend. She was pleasant to look at but didn't drink or go to night clubs. We had been out for a couple of seaside and country walks, kissed and cuddled, but I hadn't got very far.

She suggested that WE could go away for a weekend with the group. She hinted that I might get further, if not with her, then with one of the others. Apart from me and the married leader (with his wife), the rest of the group would all be young single women.

There were ten single women. Yes, I was kissed, cuddled and their hands 'accidentally' strayed below my waist.

BUT they wanted to PRAY for me. They sat in a circle PRAYING for me to see the light and be born again for Jesus. They implied that IF I accepted, I would get sex, lots of sex.

I think they lied. They weren't happy about the touching. It was obvious they had been told what to do and how to do it. They weren't convincing. After the first meal I was able to talk briefly to the woman I had gone out with. I told her that this was not my idea of a fun-filled weekend with reluctant women trying to pretend to be seductresses. She asked me to stay at least until after the evening meal. Her kissing was more persuasive than the others.

I stayed but after the meal they had another session of kissing, cuddling and praying for my rebirth. After half an hour I retorted that I thought my mother had done a good enough birth the first time and I was leaving. I thanked them for their hospitality and got on my motorcycle, already loaded with my overnight gear.

At the end of the drive the young lady I had been out with stopped me, climbed on the pillion seat and we rode the few miles back to town. I dropped her off at her parents.

She and I didn't get any further as boyfriend and girlfriend but she left that Church, much to her parents' relief, and I used to see her out with men in pubs and clubs. She married a Royal Marine, by which time her former Church friends were shunning her as a prominent relapsed sinner.

 

[Yerkiddin]

If I were to tell it as if it happened to me, you'd be right in calling "Bullshit". While I think my friend's claims about the hotness of the women who tried to convert him may have been bullshit, I have no doubt that women were coming-on to him. I'll bet some saw through, and were still sleeping with him, using "conversion" as a flimsy-but-possibly-plausible excuse.

 

[oggbashan]

Conversion attempt Two.

Back in the 1960s, before the 1967 Road Traffic Act introduced a breath alcohol test in England, I used to ride motorcycles and drink alcohol. At the time my alcohol tolerance level was high. (Aside: It's not now, an effect of age and medication. Now I don't drink ANY alcohol before driving, but then? It took large amounts to have a minimal effect.)

I used to ride out in the evenings after work, have a few pints of beer, and ride back home.

One Friday evening my friend and I had decided to ride to Brighton on the South Coast. We were to park our machines outside a coffee bar close to the beach and meet inside. Later we would walk around the corner to a public house we liked for the local beer. We were known as regulars in both the coffee bar and the public house.

Unfortunately my friend's motorcycle broke down before he had reached the end of the road he lived in. It was long before mobile phones. I had left home before he rang my parents to say he wouldn't be going to Brighton.

I arrived at the coffee shop but he wasn't there. He couldn't contact me so I was waiting for someone who wasn't coming. I had a coffee, then another.

There was a group of attractive young ladies in a corner of the coffee shop. They were in their early twenties but looked out of place. They were dressed almost like hippies, very unusual that early in the 1960s.

One of them came across to me.

"You look lonely," she said, "why don't you join us?"

I replied that I would be delighted but I need to wash my hands first - a euphemism. I went out back to the men's toilet. On the way back the coffee shop owner's wife stopped me.

"Be careful," she said. "they're from the local commune and are looking for likely men to recruit. They'll promise ANYTHING but you won't get it. Once at the commune it is difficult to get out. I'd ban them but their lawyers would sue me. Watch out for yourself!"

I had thought it odd that these women wanted me. In my greasy and oilstained leathers I knew I wasn't attractive. But I decided to play along anyway.

I was kissed, cuddled and swamped by several women. While I was enjoying it I was pleased that I had left my identity documents and most of my cash in a locked container on my motorcycle. If I hadn't, my pockets would have been picked. As it was, several hands had been inside my trousers. Eventually I had had enough. They had been saying how wonderful it would be at the commune. I could go there - now - and we could do things not possible in the coffee bar.

I told them I was meeting my friend, even though by this time I knew he wasn't coming, in the pub.

"He could come to the commune too..."

"I don't think so," I replied. "He's on duty tomorrow morning."

"On duty? What duty?"

"He's a policeman..."

They dropped me like a hot coal. I went to the pub, had a drink, and went home.

Next time we were in the coffee bar the owner's wife asked me:

"What did you say to them? They left hurriedly and have never been back."

I pointed to my friend.

"I said I was waiting for him and that he's a policeman."

She and he laughed. My friend was five feet five inches tall.

The commune was raided by the police for drugs about two months later and the sect leaders were deported. Apparently the women were sent out "Hooking for Jesus". Any man who fell for their ploy wasn't allowed sex until he had brought a woman to the commune, and only after he had signed away all his money to the organisation.

 

[John Blackhawk]

If I were to tell it as if it happened to me, you'd be right in calling "Bullshit". While I think my friend's claims about the hotness of the women who tried to convert him may have been bullshit, I have no doubt that women were coming-on to him. I'll bet some saw through, and were still sleeping with him, using "conversion" as a flimsy-but-possibly-plausible excuse.

Now that i'll believe for the most part.

 

[Yerkiddin]

It just occurred to me this idea is reversible. Someone could enter a social crowd that was very liberal, but pretend to be a staunch churchgoer, and at some point declare that a 3some would be an abomination, and how could a guy even get aroused by a woman after he'd seen her sexing it up with some other woman... (The guy might have to be really nice looking again, though!)

 

[John Blackhawk]

It just occurred to me this idea is reversible. Someone could enter a social crowd that was very liberal, but pretend to be a staunch churchgoer, and at some point declare that a 3some would be an abomination, and how could a guy even get aroused by a woman after he'd seen her sexing it up with some other woman... (The guy might have to be really nice looking again, though!)

Hmmm not entirely sure that would fly.....

 

[Yerkiddin]

I knew a college gal that wanted to feel like a bad girl. Her bf was the preacher's son, which she kept tucked in her any chance she got. She knew him, though. (and I suspect it would be more difficult to pull off around people who question things.)