Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 10:15:59 -0500
From: Vince <vindoesanything@hush.com>
Subject: Missionary Man 4

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Some people in your life have more profound influence on the person you
become than others. This is the story of the man who, in a lot ways, made
me who I am.


Missionary Man 4


Paul suggested we get dressed and see what was happening around the house
before anybody came looking for us. While we dressed he told me that at
dinner tonight, he was going to say he was going fishing and I should ask
if I could go to.

"But Dad and Zeke like fishing. Not me." I said.

"They won't when I say I'm going to Toblett Lake." Paul replied with a
smile.

He was right. Dad never wanted to go to Toblett Lake. It was a man-made
lake made by the CCC in the aftermath of the depression and WWII. At first,
it was meant to be recreation of all types: swimming, fishing, hiking, and
camping. However, the dammed creek that formed it was deep into Mark Twain
National Forest and nature trumps man-made plans. Nobody went to Toblett
for anything anymore. There were warning signs all over that read: "Because
of venomous water snakes and thick underwater plant growth, Swimming is not
permitted." The algae and plants in the lake made fishing frustrating
because your hook would just get caught on something and it wasn't a
fish. The campgrounds and hiking trails were unused and overgrown. The only
thing you'd catch at Toblett Lake was chiggers.

"Nobody goes there anymore, even for fishing." I said.

"Well, Junior lives close to there and says he knows a cove that's clear
and full of big catfish. You know Junior, right? Weber?"

"Yeah."

Dale Weber, Jr, who everybody called Junior, went to our church. He was
going to be a senior in high school and he was the quarterback on the
football team. He was always real quiet and polite, but farm life had given
him strong tight muscles that you could see in his arms and chest even
through his long sleeved shirts. I didn't know him well. Never had talked
with him because he was older than me and quiet to boot.

"I don't really like fishing." I said.

"We're not going fishing little brother." He said. "I want you to get to
know Junior. He's a very special person. "

"he's like us?" I asked.  "No, he knows about us though. He's a guardian
and helps keep us safe. In return, we give him our gifts more than most
people. I want you to get to know him so he can keep you safe when I
leave."

I felt a little sad because I forgot Paul was visiting temporarily and
would return to the Philippines soon.

"Don't worry," Paul said, noticing my frown, "I'm planning on coming back
more often now that I married Mei.  I won't be gone two years like this
time. I'll be back in less than a year."

I smiled at that.

******

At dinner, Paul did just as he told me.

"You won't catch anything but a headache at Toblett. No thanks" my daddy
said when Paul mentioned his plans.

Zeke wasn't interested either.

"Junior says there's a cove not far from their place with lots of catfish."
Paul clarified.

"He's probably telling fish tales to ya." Daddy said. "He should stick with
football, that one."

"Can I go, Daddy?" I asked.

"Since when you like to go fishin?" he questioned.

"I don't, but it would be something to do. I could help carry the gear." I
said.

Paul added, "Hez, I think it might be good for J.J. to get to know
Junior. He's a good role-model. Gets good grades, minds his folks, solid
Christian boy. Not a crazy teenager like I used to be. Who knows? Maybe
Junior will get J.J. interested in playing some sports."

Once again I was convinced that Paul was the only person who could
manipulate my daddy. Daddy was praying daily for me to get out of my books
and into more manly activities.  And Paul knew that and used it to his
advantage. I hoped to have that skill someday too.

Daddy agreed without any hesitation.

"Mei, honey," my ma said, "If you don't want to go fishing, you're welcome
to spend the evening with me. Maybe some sewing lessons?"

Mei looked at Paul as if he was going to interpret what mama said, but Paul
spoke to my mother instead.

"Actually, Mei is still feeling off because of the change in time
zones. Jet lag or whatever it's called I guess. She wants to turn in early
so she can shake it off."

Then Paul said something to Mei in Philippino and Mei shook her head at my
ma, saying, "Jet lag."

My daddy let us take his truck to the lake. As we were leaving the drive, I
asked Paul, "Are we picking up Isaac? You turn the other way to his place?"

"Isaac is in the RV at your house. I told him to use fishing as an excuse
to his parents so he could."

"He probably wants to look at the magazines more, huh?"

"Maybe some." Paul said, " but he's going to visit with Mei and keep her
company after dinner."

I thought to myself that was odd considering the jet lag and all, but I
didn't ask anything more. Short attention span of a 7 year old I guessed.
We pulled down a long gravel driveway to the Weber's place. We had just
pulled up to the house when out came Junior with fishing gear and a
cooler. His ma waved from the door to Paul. I moved to the middle to let
Junior in after he put his stuff in the back.

We stared awkwardly at each other as Paul drove back out the driveway.
Junior smiled. A soft, friendly smile I'd never seen from him.

He said, "Hey J.J. I'm really glad we are going to get to be friends
finally."

It caught me off guard a little, so my reply was, "Really?"

"Yeah, I've thought you were a neat kid ever since I knowed you. I don't
have no brothers and sisters. Always wished I had a little brother to hang
around and teach things to. In fact, I hate to say but I always been
jealous of Zeke because I always picture my little brother being just like
you."

"I'd be happy to trade Zeke for you. He's grumpy all the time. And you're
like the best football player ever." I replied.

"I don't know about that, but I'm pretty good at it."

My little kid brain took over and I said, "If you want, I can be your
secret little brother. Nobody else will know but we'll act like it's for
real."

I cringed after I said it, remembering that I was talking to a high school
kid, almost a man and 10 years older than me. But it pleased Junior. He put
his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"I love you little brother," he said.

"I love you big brother," I replied with a smile.

There's a sense of glee when you're a kid and and an adult or someone older
is willing to play pretend. When I turned to Paul, he was smiling, too.

It was only a mile or so to Toblett from Junior's house. We parked near
what was once the trail head. It was grown over some but you could still
see the path with the flashlight. Paul covered all of us in bug spray, head
to toe. They both left their fishing stuff in the truck, but Paul grabbed a
big backpack. Those big ones that serious mountain hikers take with them so
they can carry a lot of stuff. We went down the trail a ways. Paul shined
the flashlight on a tree trunk with marks carved into it. There we went
right. No longer on the path, I followed the two of them even closer until
we came to a clearing. It was mostly flat, exposed rock circled by pine
trees. It was like a living room for us right in the middle of the woods.

Junior got busy collecting wood for a fire. Paul opened the big backpack
and pulled out a big blanket, lighter fluid, matches, and Vaseline. I
followed Junior trying to help but he really didn't need it. Junior put the
wood in the center of the circle clearing and Paul lit a fire with the
fluid and matches. They spread out the blanket and began taking off their
clothes. I hesitated a few moments, but followed their lead.

It felt amazing to be naked outside.

"J.J. come lay in the middle between us on the blanket."

The three of us laid on the blanket, me in the middle and the two of them
turned toward me.

Paul said, "I knew you guys would like each other."

"Like?" Junior said. "I love this guy. I always wanted him to be my little
brother. Like a super special little brother closer to me than any other
brothers ever."

I was extremely happy. Juniors flawless teenage body, combined with the
attention he was giving me just like we were best friends made me flushed.

"I love you like that big brother." I said.

"To be closer than other brothers, you need to kiss and hug." Paul said.

"I'll do that as much as you want," I said to Junior.

He leaned his face down and put his lips on mine. Then he did it again but
he used his lips to suck mine out a little. Then he opened his mouth the
next time and I felt his tongue parting my lips. He moved his tongue all
over mine and all over the inside of mouth.

"Did you like that?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"Do it to me this time." He said.

My little tongue wasn't as good at reaching all over his mouth but I did
rub it all over his tongue and soon we were licking each other's tongues so
fiercely that our lips weren't touching anymore. Our tongues were out in
the open.

Suddenly Jason stopped and sat up, legs crossed. He pulled me to him and
guided my legs to each side of him so I sat down on his lap facing him,
legs straddling him. His pecker was hard and poked up between us. Mine was
hard too. He pulled me so close that from private parts to chest we were
touching. He kissed and tongued me again and I did the same to him. He
grinded his hips so his hard thing was pushing up against mine and then on
up my stomach. We did this for a long time.

Then he laid me flat on my back and like Paul earlier that day, he put his
mouth around my pecker and balls and sucked on them. Then he did something
Paul hadn't. He lifted my legs up and licked under my balls all the way
until his tongue was licking my butt hole. It felt amazing. He returned to
just putting my thing in his mouth and went up and down until I felt the
Spirit.

He looked up at my face.

"You love me?" he asked.

I shook my head yes.

Paul watched all of this with a smile and a hard pecker. Junior moved to
Paul on his knees. Paul went down and sucked on Junior's thing but not long
enough to give him the feelings. Before that could happen, Paul got on his
back with his legs spread and pulled up like he showed me that
morning. Junior grabbed the Vaseline, opened it, and got some to make his
thing real slick. I was intrigued as he moved slowly on top of Paul and
then reached down and put his pecker right on Paul's butt hole. I couldn't
believe my eyes when I saw Junior push in slowly until his whole thing was
inside Paul. Junior pulled it almost all the way out slowly and then pushed
back in again. Both of them were moaning a lot. Junior picked up speed and
the moans got louder. He got to where he was pushing so hard and fast I
thought surely Paul was hurting from it. Finally, Junior did the whole
grunting, stiff muscle thing and moments later pulled his thing slowly out
of Paul. Junior moved down and sucked on Paul really good. It didn't take
long for Paul to feel the spirit. I noticed Junior didn't spit the stuff
out, he swallowed it down like nothing.

I wondered if that could get him pregnant.