Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2004 17:44:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mission Interrupted, Part 1

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MISSION INTERRUPTED

Chapter I

The phone jarred me awake. I glanced quickly at the clock: 12:10. Not all
that late, but the middle of the night by missionary standards. And
middle-of-the-night phone calls rarely bring good news.

"Hello?" I said groggily as Elder Jeppesen sat up in his bed to see what
was going on.

"Elder? This is Elder Larkin. One of the president's assistants. Couldn't
be good news.

"We have a situation with Elder Lopez and we're going to need your help,"
Elder Larkin said. I had an idea what might be coming next. "Things are
just not working out down in the next area over and Elder Travis has
asked to have Elder Lopez moved out. They nearly came to blows tonight."

My heart sank. I was hoping it wouldn't play out like this, but I
couldn't say I was surprised. I asked what I needed to do.

"Elder Travis is already on his way with Elder Lopez," the assistant
said. "He'll stay there until we can come down and figure things out. One
of you will need to go back with Elder Travis, maybe for a few days."

"Um, OK," I said slowly, trying to give the impression I was deciding who
would go where, even though there was no question. "I'll have Elder
Jeppesen go back with Travis."

"That's the way we'd prefer it since you're the senior ZL," Elder Larkin
said. "We'll be there by mid-morning tomorrow and hopefully we can work
something out."

We said our good-byes. I recounted the other half of the conversation to
Elder Jeppesen, who nodded quietly, clearly relieved he would not be left
here with Elder Lopez.

"I'll pack a few things and get ready to go," he said.

I stumbled into the other room of our tiny house and collapsed on the
cheap sofa. I tried to sort out all the feelings that were racing through
my mind, a nervous mix of concern, fear and, scariest of all, excitement.
I felt parts of me stir that shouldn't and I scrunched my eyes closed,
trying to figure out how events had taken such a tumultuous turn in
barely a month.

* * *

I met Elder Stanley Lopez in the parking lot of the church two days after
he was assigned to the area. We had just finished a zone conference and I
wanted to meet the newest missionary. I'd heard way too much about him
and none of it was very good.

He had been transferred to the Arizona-Holbrook Mormon mission from
California after some trouble there. No one knew the details, but they
were all to ready to speculate. Elder Lopez was a Native American by
birth, but had grown up in Utah, first as part of the church's placement
program that sent Navajo kids to live with families during the school
year and later, after his mother died, to live with his Anglo family
full-time.

The rumors suggested Elder Lopez had a problem with same-sex attraction,
or, as one Elder from American Fork put it, "he's a homo, big-time. Heard
he's always going after his comps, tries to climb in bed with them. Total
fag."

My stomach tightened when I heard those stories. I said nothing. What
could I say? That, hey, I could relate because there were a few of my
comps I kinda wanted to bone too cause, hey, Elder American Fark, I'm a
big-time homo too. What were they ever thinking, sending a bunch of horny
19-year-olds out for two years?

I tried to quash the fear I felt at being discovered and fought the
feelings, even though the longer I spent in the mission field, the more I
was realizing I could never win that battle. Not when I was assigned one
cute companion after another and told never to leave his side? How could
I not have the sort of dreams I wasn't supposed to have?

Now the troubled missionary was walking toward me. He smiled and held out
his hand. I was speechless, nearly breathless. Elder Lopez was beautiful,
with thick black hair that curled lazily, deep, dark eyes, a killed smile
and --

"Elder? Are you OK? I said, I'm Elder Lopez."

I stuck out my hand and shook his and I smiled and at that moment I felt
what I'd only heard described. It was like electricity except that it
wasn't that abrupt. It was something that I knew enveloped us both -- I
realized later our gaydar probably went off at the same time. He looked
into my eyes and we both knew instantly. He smiled broader.

Panicking, I withdrew my hand and welcomed Elder Lopez to the zone. We
walked over to the church gym and sat down for lunch. He kept looking at
me, smiling, but I could tell he was nervous too. We talked and found an
immediate connection. I think it irked our companions, but I didn't care
-- I hadn't had such a wonderful conversation in months.

Over the next few weeks, we got together with Lopez and Travis on P-Day
and on a couple of Sundays for church and for a baptism. Each time, Elder
Lopez and I talked more and built a quick friendship.

Then one evening the phone rang. It was Elder Lopez. He sounded scared.

"Elder? I'm up at the hospital. Elder Travis had some sort of allergic
reaction to some food tonight and had a seizure. They're looking at him.
Can you two come up here?"

We leaped into our trucks and drove the short trip to the hospital. I
hugged Elder Lopez, who fell into my arms briefly, then pulled away as he
realized what he'd done. He told us what happened and found a doctor to
explain things. Elder Travis would be OK, but needed at least a night in
the hospital.

I asked Elder Jeppesen to call the mission home in Holbrook and make
needed arrangements. Elder Lopez and I walked into the waiting room,
where he fell into a chair and began to sob.

"This is my fault," he said through tears. "I've screwed up again, I know
I have."

"It was an allergic reaction, Elder," I said. "It has nothing to do with
you." I sat next to him and put my arm around him, letting him cry for a
minute or two. Finally, I said: "Elder, we need to talk, don't we?"

He looked up at me and finally nodded.

For the next two or three hours, he told me his story, about growing up
between two worlds, about his alcoholic parents on the Reservation, about
learning to hate his own people because of the way his family fell apart.
He talked about how relieved he was when he received a mission call to
California and how much angush he felt when they transferred him to the
reservation.

I hesitated, but didn't asked specifically what prompted the transfer. He
said church leaders felt he might do better among his "own people." What
made it worse, he said, was that our mission president saw him as a
project and was determined to keep him out here, on the Rez, where he
could be a "succces story."

"It's been miserable the whole time," he said. "You must have heard the
stories."

I nodded quietly.

"I never did any of those things. They made it up because I freaked them
out. And maybe I tried sometimes, to make them nervous, but I never did
anything else, I promise."

I looked into his eyes and could see he was telling me the truth. I also
noticed he didn't deny what was behind the rumors. I felt another bolt of
something pass between us.

Elder Jeppesen cleared his throat and we both looked up.

"Elder Travis is going to need to spend the night here and maybe part of
tomorrow. The president asked me to stay, but there's no need for all of
us to sit up all night. Why don't you two go back to the house and get
some sleep."

I agreed, though I felt a twinge of nerves as I thought of the two of us
alone in the house.

Elder Lopez followed me to the truck. He said nothing, but I could tell
he felt better after telling someone his story. We walked into the house
and and Elder Lopez fell onto one of the beds. Within minutes, he was
asleep. I covered him and fell into the other bed, exhausted.

The next morning, Elder Jeppesen called and told us Elder Travis was
doing better, but needed some rest.

"I'm going to drive him home and let him sleep. I can catch up on some of
the paperwork at the branch -- the branch president was asking for help
last week. Why don't you two take our appointments today and meet us over
here this evening."

I told Elder Lopez of our plans. He perked up right away. I suggested he
take a shower while I fixed some breakfast.

I heard the water turn off as I stirred a pan of eggs and then heard a
voice behind me.

"Guess what?"

I turned around and nearly dropped the pan. Elder Lopez stood there
naked, wet and glistening from the shower. My jaw dropped. He was as
beautiful as I had imagined many, many times. He was mostly smooth, with
tufts of hair peeking out from under his arms and another one below his
waist. And that was where I found myself looking, at a perfectly formed
cock, hanging heavily over nicely shaped balls. I felt my own cock
stirring until I realized what was going on.

"What?!? Elder, you're naked? What?!"

He laughed and casually ran his hand across his cock, which jumped and
grew a bit.

"I don't have any clean clothes, remember? We came here straight from the
hospital."

I stood a moment longer and finally gathered my wits, willing my own cock
to stop growing.

"Um, uh, m-m-mine should fit you. I think we're both the same s-s-s-size
... " I said.

"Really?" he said with a leer. "I can't see yours."

"Geez, you know what I mean, c'mon, don't fool around. Let's get you into
some of my clothes."

I showed him the dresser and the closet and told him to help himself to
eggs while I took a shower. A cold shower.

When I walked out, dressed, he was eating.

"Your clothes fit perfectly. Even the garments. They feel soooo good ..."

My mind flashed on him wearing my underwear, the special kind we had to
wear. I felt my dick stir. Oh how I wanted to say something, but I
couldn't give in, no matter what. I was not going to be one of those
elders who had to go home early in shame.

I tried to be businesslike the rest of the day, but after I while, I
melted a little and we joked -- as innocently as I could keep it -- as we
worked through a few appointments. When I dropped him off, we shook hands
and then, as Elder Jeppesen and I walked out, Elder Lopez called out.

"I'll bring you your underwear next week!"

Elder Jeppesen shot me a stunned look. I explained on the way out and he
seemed to accept it. But all I could think of on the drive back was how
much I wanted to take back my underwear right now.

* * *

Things took a bad turn in the weeks that followed. Elder Lopez and Elder
Travis began to bicker, calling us often to mediate. They argued about
almost anything. In one quick moment stolen at a church service, Elder
Lopez told me his companion was egging him on, bringing up the rumors and
warning him to keep his distance.

And then the phone jarred me awake and now Elder Jeppesen and I waited to
make the trade. We heard the truck pull up and two doors slammed. I
opened our door. Elder Travis stalked in with his bags and mumbled
something about a trunk in the truck. I walked out to the truck in time
to see Elder Travis toss the trunk onto the ground.

"Good luck, Elder," he said with what I thought was a sneer. "You're
going to need it."

Elder Jeppesen climbed in the truck and it sped off. I walked back into
the house.

"I guess I finally brought back your underwear!" Elder Lopez said with a
forced cheer.

"Elder, this is serious. The assistants to the president are coming down
tomorrow to discuss things. They could send you home."

He scoffed. "They won't do that. The prez won't let one of his precious
Navajos fail. They'll work it out. I'll say what I have to."

But I could see a little fear beneath his confidence. I recalled our
conversation that night at the hospital and could only guess what he must
be feeling. He was actually holding up well and I decided not to assume
the worst. Elder Travis wasn't exactly blameless.

"We need to get some sleep. You can use Elder Jeppesen's bed."

Elder Lopez walked over and hugged me. "Thanks for being so
understanding. It means more than you can know." I returned the hug and
we stood there for longer than companions probably should. Finally, we
both fell into our beds.

The alarm went off too soon. I got up and peed, then climbed back into
bed to study a little. Elder Lopez returned from the bathroom and,
without warning, leaped into my bed with me.

"Companion study!" he called out, diving under the covers and snuggling
up next to me. I felt his leg graze mine as he rested his arm on my
chest.

I jumped from the bed like I'd been shocked with a bare wire. I instantly
regretted it when I saw the hurt on Elder Lopez' face. I tried to cover.

"The apes will be hear soon, we can't let them see us like this," I
stammered. "Let's get cleaned up."

Before he could say anything, I grabbed some clean garments and raced to
the shower. I turned on the water and stood beneath the stream, fighting
a dozen emotions. I tried to deny the thrill I felt when I felt our legs
connect, but I couldn't.

I felt my cock begin to grow and I began to stroke it slowly, imaginging
what might have happened if I'd stayed put. Imagined feeling Elder Lopez'
hand caress my pecs, feeling his leg wrap around mine. Imagined feeling
his lips brushing across mine, softly at first, then more firmly.
Imagining how his tongue would find mine as his hand moved slowly to my
cock. Imaginging his hand easing beneath the waistband of my garment
bottoms and finding what he wanted. I stroked myself harder, picturing
him doing it for me as our tongues wrestled and I pulled him on top of
me, feeling his hardening cock on mine, grinding our hips together,
pulling our garments off until we were naked ... I stroked harder as the
water streamed down my body, picturing Elder Lopez kneeling in front of
me as I sat on the bed, watching him take my throbbing cock into his
mouth, feeling it slide into his throat until ... until ... the assitants
walked into the house.

I hit my head on the shower wall as I jerked from my fantasy, just as my
cock shot a hot stream of cum onto the shower curtain. I nearly moaned
aloud as I came, one squirt after another, releasing pressure that had
been building for so long. I heard a knock at the door.

"Are you OK?" Elder Lopez said.

"Are -- are the apes here yet," I managed to say.

"No, not yet. Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. Be right out."

I cleaned off the shower curtain and rinsed off with cold water,
terrified that Elder Lopez -- or worse, the assistants -- would know what
I'd done. I dressed quickly and fixed breakfast as Elder Lopez, still a
little hurt from what had happened in bed, cleaned up.

The assistants arrived about an hour later with one of the other elders
from the hoome. They took Elder Lopez across the parking lot to the
church and asked me to wait in the house with the other elder. We made
small talk, but he looked uneasy.

It was nearly three hours before one of the assistants walked back over.
He asked the two of us to wait outside while he made a phone call. About
half an hour later, he emerged and explained what would happen. I grew
numb as he talked.

Elder Lopez wanted to go home. He was unhappy and didn't think he could
stay the last six months of his mission. We agreed. But the president
doesn't believe that's what's supposed to happen. He believed Elder Lopez
should remain out here. And he believes you -- " he looked at me sharply
" -- can make that happen."

I looked questioningly.

"Elder Lopez said he would stay if he could work with you. The president
thinks that's what should happen. Obviously, Elder Lopez can't become a
zone leader, so the two of you are being moved to Window Rock. Today. Get
packed."

I stood dazed for a moment. Once again, Elder Lopez had reduced me to a
flurry of mixed-up emotions and feelings. I didn't care about the zone
leader part -- I was actually relieved to get rid of that busywork job.
But I was now expected to guide the spiritual development of an elder who
could get me hard just walking across the room. I was supposed to make
sure he stayed an elder, focusing his attention on the work when all I
wanted to focus on were his lips and those eyes and the rest of his soft
body.

From across the parking lot, Elder Lopez emerged from the church. His
eyes were red, but he looked happy at the same time somehow. He stopped
and took my hand, shaking it deliberately.

"Well, comp, let's get packed. We have work to do."

To be continued