Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2005 22:30:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: E P <cumluvnbottom@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Missionary (Part 3)

The Missionary Part III: Endings

By Dapper Hargrave

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The first part of this story was told from the point of view of Alan Morris
(a gay man who seduces a Mormon missionary).  The second part was told from
the point of view of the Missionary, Elder Scott Clark, as he returns to
see Alan again with his companion in tow.  This final chapter alternates
between these two points of view. 
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Alan:

Ok... I'll be honest.  I was happy to see Elder Clark - I mean Scott --
again when I opened the door.  I was surprised and very happy.  After
posting the videos of our first encounter on my website I had thought I was
done with this particular little twinkie but had spent the night thinking
and dreaming about him.  I don't know what it was about him - maybe his
innocence - but I just couldn't get him out of my mind.

Maybe that was why, after the three-way with Elder Davis, I agreed to let
him stay.  Now how was I going to get time to edit and post the video of
that experience - let alone whatever guy I picked up later in the week?  I
had a business to run - my little website generates quite a bit of money -
and I was sure Scott wouldn't understand my having filmed and posted our
encounter(s).

When I posted the first video, I had thought there was no way a Mormon
missionary from California would ever find out about my site or the video
so there didn't seem to be any harm.  Now that he was staying with me, I
didn't know how I could hide it.  This would take some careful planning.


Scott:

I was ecstatic!  In the space of two days, I had come out, had sex twice
(including a three-way), and moved in with my... what should I call him?
Boyfriend? Lover?  Roommate?  I didn't know and didn't care.

He was so sweet to me.  He held me for a bit after Elder Davis and the Zone
Leaders left.  I was crying - freaked out really - and it just felt so
perfect in his arms.

Alan was the one who suggested that I go get my things and not wait for
them to be mailed to me.  He said he couldn't drive me but called one of
his friends to come and do it.

Will was handsome but a bit old - in his 30's I would guess - and he kept
looking at me with this little smirk.  He was clearly gay and I couldn't
figure out why I was so amusing to him.

When we got to the apartment, I was relieved to see no one was there.  I
picked up my suits and the few "P-day" clothes I had (preparation day: the
day missionaries wash clothes, go grocery shopping, etc... it's the one day
they are supposed to wear casual clothes).  I would need the suits to look
for work and heavens knew I needed some casual clothes now.  I took half of
the food in the apartment - I had bought at least half after all - along
with my camera, pictures, journal, and a few other personal items.  It felt
strange to leave my scriptures, garments, nametag, and apartment key
behind.  I closed the door and felt like I was really closing that chapter
of my life.

I used the apartment phone to leave messages for the Mission President, my
Bishop back home, and my parents.  I let them know I was okay, that I was
leaving the Church, and that I would be in touch when things calmed down a
little.

Will was gracious on the way back to the apartment.  He seemed to
understand that I was going through something and he gave me my space.
When we got back to Alan's apartment he stopped me before we carried my
stuff inside.  "Listen, you seem like a good kid." He said.  "You are going
through a lot.  Alan isn't really used to this, he isn't much for
boyfriends or roommates.  Give him his space and don't be upset when he
needs time alone.  Maybe you can give him something he needs as well."

I just nodded, not sure what he was really talking about.  I was too caught
up in my own thoughts to pay attention.


Alan:

I was able to get the video edited and posted before they got back
(barely).  And it was a hot one!

I was a bit worked up after watching that footage and had a hard on.  Will
noticed as they were carrying stuff in so just gave me a wink and said he
had to take off.

I practically swept Scott off his feet and carried him into the bedroom.  I
thought about leaving the cameras off for this one, but decided this was
going to be pretty hot.  And what the hell, a guy's got to make a living
(and the wage I get at the bank sure doesn't do that).  He was so focused
on the cock tenting my shorts that he didn't even notice me flip the switch
that turned on the cameras.

I ground my crotch against his.  We were both still dressed but I could
feel his hard on straining to get to me.  I pressed my lips against his and
forced my tongue in this mouth.  His lips opened willingly and his tongue
embraced mine in an erotic dance.

Scott:

He was grinding his hips against me as if he were somehow fucking me
through my clothes.  He was so strong and forceful it just made me melt and
give myself to him.  When he kissed me, I took his tongue like it was his
cock and savored every taste.

I longed to really get his dick in my mouth.  I thought he would give it to
me when he sat on my chest and rubbed his meat against my lips.  Every time
I would open my lips to receive him, however, he would pull away and give
me that wicked little smile.  I was whimpering I think.  I wanted the taste
of him, of his sweat, of his cum.  At last he let me have it.


Alan:

I pushed my cock into his slutty little mouth.  He nursed it like a baby on
its bottle.  He worked it into his mouth then down his throat like I had
taught him.  Damn this kid was a quick learner.


Scott:

At first he let me work my meat but he was impatient and began thrusting in
and out of my mouth.  He was using me like a cheap whore and I loved it.  I
could taste his pre-cum and wanted his load down my throat this time.

I kept picturing his ass flexing as he thrust in and out of my mouth.  I
wondered how his ass would feel against my cock.  I had loved the feeling
of Elder Davis's hole.  I reached around and ran my fingers down his crack.
He didn't say anything until my finger reached his hole.

He slapped my hand away, pulled his dick out of my mouth, leaned over and
whispered: 'Listen... you are the pussy boy and I'm the top.  You
understand me?'

I was stunned and confused.  Didn't he like getting fucked?  It felt so
incredible.  How could anyone not like it?  But I wanted his cock back in
my mouth so I agreed.  He shoved it back in and down my throat.  I held
onto his hips for some measure of control but made sure not to go near his
ass.


Alan:

I kind of enjoyed the confused and hurt look on Scotts face.  I enjoyed
even more the renewed attention he gave my cock.  He seemed desperate to
make me happy - to please me.  I force fed my cock to him and he ran his
tongue through my foreskin before sucking me down his throat.

I couldn't hold back any more.  I shoved my meat deep into his throat and -
with my balls against his lips - pumped my cum way past his tonsils.  After
the first few shots I pulled back to let him taste the rest of it.  He
licked and savored and milked my cock until I was dry.

"Good boy."  I said as I climbed off his chest.  I lay beside him and
kissed him as he beat his own meat.  When he was done I turned off the
cameras.


Scott:

Alan really called in favors for me and helped me get a job within just a
couple of days.  The only bad thing was that I was working the swing shift
(3 to 11) so I wouldn't be home with Alan as much as I wanted.  The money
was good though - better than I deserved really - so I took it.


Alan:

Now that I had my evenings free (I had to fuck an old buddy of my for that
favor), I was free to get some new footage for the website.  I hadn't
posted anything since the footage of my blowjob the day Scott had moved in
and my fans were getting restless.

I saw the kid in the bar.  A new face but not so naive as Scott.  He was
into me and it didn't take much to get him to come home with me.  I got him
to sign the release form without too much trouble.  I think the idea of
being 'in porn' really turned him on.  I just wish it were that easy with
Scott.  I still hadn't figured out how to get that.

I took the kid - I think his name was Randy - into the bedroom and stripped
him before turning on the camera.  The footage was great.  Here was this
naked twink unzipping me and pulling my cock out of my jeans and going to
town.  I was hard to start with and he was doing a very good job of getting
me harder.  I was clearly not the first cock down his gullet.

I held the back of his head as I thrust into his mouth.  My balls were
drawing up and I had to make a decision.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth
and gestured for him to turn around.  He quickly obeyed.  He bent over,
held his ass cheeks apart, and begged me to fuck him.

I didn't bother to tease his ass but just pushed right in.  Despite his
being a new face in the bars, this ass had been well used in the past.
There was little resistance - in fact it seemed to pull me in like
quicksand.  It was tight enough though and felt great.  His ass lips really
worked my meat and I went in and out.  I made sure I leaned back a little
so the camera in the ceiling got some good shots of my going in and out of
his hole.

It was strange though.  I kept picturing my dick in Scott's hole.  Scott's
hole was tighter - almost like it was made for my cock.  I thrust in and
out a few more times before shooting a load up Randy's ass.

I flicked the camera switch off and lay down to catch my breath.  It took
me a second to realize the kid was looking at me funny.  'What's wrong?"  I
asked.

'Who's Scott?  You called me Scott while you were cuming?"

We had time so I let Randy (or whatever his name was) sit under my desk and
work my dick while I edited the footage. It seemed to mollify his hurt ego
and he even got a second load out of me.  Then, just to be a nice guy, I
let him watch the edited footage while I sucked a load out of him.

He was still gone an hour before Scott made it home from work.


Scott:

I was tired by the time I got home that first night.  I was still horny
though (hey, I was 19, what do you expect?).  The whole way home I had been
picturing Alan riding my ass then falling asleep in his arms.  When I got
home, however, he was reading a book and said he was just too tired.

The whole week was like that.  I would come home, horny as hell, and almost
beg for him to fuck me.  He would have an excuse every time.  I suppose I
should have figured something was up, but I was so innocent then.  I was
totally unprepared for how tough gay life could be.


Alan:

I really hated hurting Scott's feelings, but I had a website to run.  I
needed footage on the days when Scott was working.  On Saturday morning,
the first day we were both off on the same day, I woke him up by sticking
my cock up his sweaty little hole.

That woke him up all right.  He screamed in surprise but soon got with it.
He rode my cock and told me again and again how much he loved me.  'I love
you to.' I whispered back.  I sounded convincing but wasn't even sure what
love really meant.  I didn't turn on the camera for that time though.  I
told myself it was just because I had enough footage of Scott for now.

I spent the entire day Saturday with Scott.  We went shopping, I bought him
some new underwear (he didn't have any since he wasn't wearing 'Mormon
underwear' anymore... he had been freefalling since moving in), and we had
lunch on Halsted Street (in Chicago's gay district) before hitting the
bars.  I know it made him feel good for me to stand there with my arm
around his tight little waist and show him off to the crowd.  A few people
looked at us funny and I knew they must have enjoyed my site a time or two.
No one said anything to Scott thank goodness.

I think that was the first time Scott had tried alcohol - I had forgotten
that Mormon's don't drink.  He tried my beer but didn't like it at all
(made him ill he said) so I got him a vodka-cranberry which he seemed to
enjoy much better - he drank four of them like they were juice and I had to
take him home.

The next day, while Scott was sleeping off his hangover, I met Will for
coffee.  He asked me how my 'new roommate was' and I told him about the bar
the night before.  We chatted for a few minutes but Will seemed distracted.
It got on my nerves so I asked him what was wrong.

He seemed embarrassed.  "He seems like such a good kid... and he is
beautiful... and... I can't stop thinking about him."

I wasn't sure what to say but, after a minute or so, he continued.

"I've watched the video's you guys did together and it made it worse..."

"What do you want?"

"I want to fuck him."

"You want to fuck my boyfriend?"

He gave me a little grin.  "Boyfriend?  I though you told me last weekend
that he was just a roommate staying with you until he gets his feet on the
ground."

"Well, yeah.  But..." I had said that.  I was still saying it to people.

"Come on, Alan.  I'll pay you for it.  The same as we did that other guy
you brought home last year."

Maybe the thought of someone else fucking Scott should have made me angry.
But the though of Will fucking him kind of turned me on.  "This is going to
be a tough sell."  I said with a sigh.


Scott:

When I woke up, Alan wasn't there.  I felt like crap and thought my head
would explode.  I could barely stand up but hadn't actually got sick so at
least I could be grateful for that.

Alan came back a few minutes later and it sounded like someone else was
with him.  He came into the bedroom alone though.  He rubbed my forehead
and asked me how I was.

"I never want to see alcohol again." I told him.

He smiled.  "Actually, what you need is a little hair of the dog that bit
you."  He handed me a glass and I could tell by the smell that it was the
same thing I had been drinking the night before.  I groaned.

"The trick is just to have a little and stop.  You don't need to drink of
them in an hour.  Go ahead and have a sip."

I sat up and had a sip.  It tasted good. We talked and I drank the rest of
the glass.  I was feeling a little buzzed in no time.  Alan was kissing me
and rubbing my dick through my new boxer briefs.  I was hard.  He told me
to close my eyes.  I did and he kept kissing me as he fished my dick out of
my shorts.  I felt a mouth wrap itself around my dick and work me over.  It
took me a minute to realize that he couldn't be sucking me if he was
kissing me.  I opened my eyes and saw his friend Will with my cock buried
to the hilt between his lips.

I tried to jump away, but Alan held me down.  "Shhhh... It's ok.  Will just
likes you a lot.

I looked at him like he was from another planet.

"It's ok.  The real world isn't like 'Leave it to Beaver' or 'Ozzie and
Harriet'.  You can love me and still be with him."  He went back to kissing
me.

It felt so good - one guy kissing me while the other sucked my
cock. Despite the strangeness I decided to go along.  I lay back and let it
happen.


Alan:

It had been way easier than I thought.  Between the alcohol and his own
horniness Scott barely protested at all.  And I had turned on the cameras
when Will came into the room.

Will clearly loved the taste of Scott's cock and pre-cum.  He was really
going to town.  He was moving on that cock like a jackhammer.  It wouldn't
be long before my little ex-missionary shot his load down my friend's
throat.

As I expected I felt Scott tense up and knew he was shooting.  Will backed
up enough to take my boyfriends cum in his mouth then nursed the cock dry.
He spit the cum out into his hand (if I knew Will he hadn't spit it all
out, the guy was a big of a cum whore as Scott) and used it to lube up his
cock.

When he pulled Scott's legs onto his shoulders and placed his dick against
his hole, I thought there would be more protesting.  I decided the best way
to avoid it was to give his mouth something else to do.  I knelt beside
Scott and fed him my cock.  He took the distraction and didn't say anything
as Will pushed into his ass. Will's cock was at least as big as mine, maybe
a big thicker, and Scott moaned around my dick.

"Oh yeah."  Will was moaning.  "I knew this ass was going to be perfect."

He was pumping in and out of the tight hole like there was no tomorrow.


Scott:

My second three-way was different.  When Alan and I were with Elder Davis -
Bryan - we weren't a couple.  This was different and I felt a bit dirty.
But it felt so good.

Will was 'into me' in a way that even Alan wasn't.  He almost seemed to
idolize me the way that I idolized Alan.  Alan was feeding me his cock from
off to the side so I could look Will in the eyes.

And Will was looking back.  And he looked like he was in love.  I felt bad
for him, I already had Alan after all, and wanted to make him feel good.
So I began to squeeze my ass around his dick.  With each thrust I would
relax and each time he would pull back I would squeeze.

"Oh yeah, baby.  Work that dick."  Will was panting.  "Work it baby, I'm
gonna shoot."

Alan's dick was leaking pre-cum and I knew he was close as well.  Maybe a
minute later I saw Will tense up.  When he came it was like his dick had an
earthquake in side my ass.  He shot wad after wad and didn't even slow
down.  He just kept fucking me as he stayed hard.

Alan turned my head slightly toward him, buried his cock balls deep against
my lips, and shot his load deep into my throat.  By the time I had milked
the last drops from his dick, Will was tensing up again.

I let Alan's dick slide from my lips.  "Yeah, fuck me Will.  Cum in me."

He leaned over and kissed me, licking my mouth clean of Alan's hot load.
Again I felt his cock swell and tremble in my ass and he shot his second
load there.  When he was done, he pulled out and lay beside me.  Alan was
on one side, Will on the other, and both were kissing my chest, neck, and
belly.  I was hard in no time.

Will rolled over so his back was to me and guided my dick to his hole.  He
was already lubed even though I hadn't seen it.  I pushed in to his hole
and it gripped me like a boa constrictor.  I slowly began pumping in and
out.

It turned out that Alan was hard again as well since I felt his cock
gaining entry into my cummy ass.  We lay on our sides.  My dick in Will's
ass and Alan's dick in mine.  We were like three sidewinder snakes
squirming on the mattress.

It only took a few minutes before I came again and the contractions of my
ass brought my boyfriend over the edge.  We fell asleep that way and didn't
wake up until Sundown.


Alan:

Now that Scott was reintroduced to three-ways, I felt a little less guilty
about bringing home tricks for the website.  Since I had posted Scott's
first video, the membership on my site had doubled.  I had started to get
some messages that I was showing too much of him, so I only filmed him once
a week or so.  I still needed to bring up the site to him but was afraid of
what would happen when I did.


Scott:

I had gotten over the weirdness of the three-way with Will and everything
seemed to be settling down.  Ever since that first morning after meeting
Alan, however, people had been looking at me funny.  Not everyone, of
course, just random strangers here and there.  The guy while I was waiting
at the bank who gave me a smile.  The guy walking down the street with his
wife or girlfriend who looked almost started (I could feel his eyes trained
on my ass until I turned a corner and they were out of sight).

I had been living with Alan for over a month when I was sitting in a coffee
shop passing the time before work.  I didn't care for coffee any more than
I did beer but would buy bottled water and watch the guys go by.

This particular day, I was reading a book and didn't notice when a guy came
up to my table and sat down.  He cleared his throat and I looked up with a
start.  I had never seen him before, I was sure of that, but he seemed to
act like he knew me. He was about forty-something with a bald spot and a
bulging belly.

"You're him aren't you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're the one they call "The Missionary" on that website?  Right?  You
are even hotter in person."

"What website?  What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on.  We're all adults here, nothing to be ashamed of.  I was just
wondering if you do anything on the side.  You know, like escorting?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yeah.  Whatever."  He tossed me a business card.  "You change your mind
and want to make a bit of money, give me a call."  I watched in disbelief
as he walked away.

All day at work, I couldn't concentrate.  I got yelled at by my supervisor
a couple times and finally said I wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home
early.  They put up a fuss but let me go.

I got home at about 8PM and headed for the bedroom.  As I walked into the
kitchen I heard noises from the bedroom - very familiar noises.  I opened
the door slightly and peaked in.

Alan was lying on the bed with some blonde guy - a guy about my age if not
a little younger - riding his meat like he was in heaven.

"Oh my god!"

"Shit!" Alan scrambled up, pushing the blonde onto the floor in the
process.

"What are you doing?"  I asked.  I was hurt, betrayed, and crushed.  It was
bad enough that we had played with Will (at least that was together) but he
was fucking this kid while I was supposed to be at work.

"It's not what you think."  Alan paused.  "Ok, it is what you think but
it's more complicated than that.

About this time the blonde had crawled off the floor and got a good look at
me.  The disgruntled look faded as he saw me.  "Oh, you're him.  You're
'The Missionary.'"

"Shut the fuck up."  Alan yelled at the blonde.

"What is this about 'The Missionary'.  That's the second time today someone
said that to me."

Alan started to say something, but the blonde cut him off.  "The website.
His website."  He gestured at Alan.  "You know the videos you did for him.
He calls you 'The Missionary'".

I looked at Alan who looked like someone caught with his pants down
(literally).  "Videos?  Website?"

Alan walked over to me and put his hands around me. "Baby..."

I pulled away.  "Just tell me."

He looked me in the eyes.  "I wanted to tell you but didn't know how you'd
react.  I run a gay porn site.  I bring guys home and have sex with them
for the site.  Usually they know before hand, some guys I tell after we are
done.  After you left that first day, I didn't think I would ever see you
again or that you would ever know about my site, so I just put the video of
that first time up.  Then when you came back with Elder Davis, I did it
again."

"God, there must be six or seven videos with you now."  The blonde piped
in.  He seemed to be enjoying this.  The bitch.

"How could you do this?"  I was crying.  "I love you... loved you. Trusted
you."

"I told you, the real world isn't like TV shows.  It just doesn't work that
way."

"And that's an excuse?  That justifies what you did?"  I couldn't take it
anymore; I turned around and walked out.


Alan:

When he left I was devastated.  I didn't know what to do.  I had hurt him
and knew it.  I was wrong.

"What's with all the drama?"  The blonde asked.  He was lying on his
stomach on the bed and flexed his ass a couple times.  "So are we going to
finish?"

"Get the hell out."

When he was finally gone I went out looking for Scott.  I wandered the
neighborhood but there was no sign of him.  I came home and the apartment
was still empty.  I sat on the couch watching the front door.  I waited.
At about two in the morning the door opened and he came in.  His eyes were
red but he had run out of tears."

"Scott, I'm so sorry.  I'm sorry."  I hurried over to him but he put his
arm up and held me away.

"I have nowhere else to go, can I sleep on the couch tonight?"

I tried to get him to come to the bedroom but he refused again and again.
Finally I brought him some blankets and pillows and let him go to sleep.

I couldn't sleep all night and called off work the next day.  At about 7
O'clock I went out to the front room and watched Scott sleeping.  I wanted
so much to hold him but I didn't want to wake him.  I finally drifted off
to sleep to the sound of him breathing.


Scott:

Alan had said, on the day I moved in, that it would never last.  And he was
right.  We tried to work things out for the next couple weeks but I
couldn't get past feeling betrayed and he seemed to resent my feelings.  He
didn't like that I couldn't go along with the idea of the website.  He
tried to get me to join him with other guys to convince me it was harmless,
but it just felt cheap and dirty.

In the end, I moved out.  I got my own place and, after a couple months,
started going to the bars and tried dating other guys.  I still see Alan
now and again, although we don't really talk.  We just wave or raise a
glass to each other from across the room and remember our brief time
together.