Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 12:34:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mission Interrupted, Part 3

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MISSION INTERRUPTED

Chapter III

No one had been living at the elders' house in Window Rock for about a
month, not since the president had moved the two missionaries who were
there to another, more remote area where local branch leaders had
requested some help.

The place smelled dusty and a little mildewy, so I opened the windows as
Elder Lopez lugged his belongings in. We said little, still unnerved by
what had happened on that ridge. I longed to tell Elder Lopez how much it
meant to me, but that would open a door I needed to keep shut.

The cupboards were bare, so we made a quick run to the grocery store and
then ate some supper. Elder Lopez went into the other room while I
cleaned up. After a while, he walked out again.

"Are you ever going to talk to me again," he said quietly. I turned
around and met his eyes, which looked so hurt, so sad.

"I guess we need to talk now," I began, instantly wishing I'd chosen
better words. "I don't figure I can pretend that I didn't like what
happened or that I didn't want it to. I know you felt what I did weeks
ago. I don't think we have to say the words, but, well ... "

This time he looked away. "I wanted to do something with you ever since
we met," he said slowly. "You did too, you know it."

"But I need to get through my time and I don't know ... " I said,
trailing off. "We're playing with fire in a lot of ways. With our
feelings for each other, with this mission thing. I just don't think ..."

"Fine," he said. "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

He walked out and after a few minutes, I heard the water running. I was
miserable. I knew I'd hurt him, but I also knew what he said was true: I
wanted that to happen as much as he did and now that the door had been
opened, I wasn't sure we could close it again.

When I heard the water turn off, I went into the bedroom and found some
clean garments. When Elder Lopez walked out in his, I walked into the
bathroom and shut the door. I turned the water on, stripped and stepped
under the hot water, feeling it wash away the day.

I lathered up and without thinking, began carressing my chest, my
nipples, then felt my hand trail down to my cock, which grew as I closed
my eyes and thought again of those amazing moments of passion on that
ridge. I stopped and got out of the shower quickly, pulling on my cotton
garments.

The bedroom was empty. I stood there for a few minutes, then walked into
the other room. Elder Lopez was sitting on the couch, listening to music
with his walkman. I stood there and looked. He wore mesh garments, which
set off his dark skin in such a sensual way, peaking through the tiny
holes. I could clearly see his cock, that hot shaft that only a few hours
ago was inside me.

I shivered. I felt something I'd never felt before. I took a few steps
closer.

"I ... I ... uh ... I don't know how to say this," I said. "It wasn't
supposed to happen. But your eyes ..."

I looked at him, then walked over to the couch. I kneeled on the floor in
front of him and put my head on his chest. I felt his hands caress my
head, my face, felt a finger trace my lips. Neither of us said anything.
I didn't want this to be so urgent, so hurried. I wasn't sure I wanted
this to happen at all, but I couldn't stop.

I sat up on the couch and pulled him to me, kissing him as I wrapped my
arms around him. We kissed, deeply. I sucked on his bottom lip, ran my
lips and tongue down his chin, to his neck. My hands were everywhere at
once, running up and down his chest, his shoulders, his arms. We wrestled
awkwardly on the couch until he broke away, stood up and led me to one of
the beds.

We stood next to it and kissed again. I pulled him close and then pushed
him on to the bed. We rolled over. I was on my back. I opened my legs and
then wrapped them around his waist and pulled him to me. Our legs tangled
and I could feel his cock against my thigh.

He put his hands on my stomach and slowly pushed my garment top up, his
hands just grazing my skin as he moved, sending more chills through my
body. I helped them pull my top off, then pulled his off. I pulled down
down and felt our bare chests together

Our hardening cocks ground into each other. We rolled over again and
somehow pulled off our garment bottoms. We were naked now. He was so
beautiful, so hot. I remembered from before how little hair he had on his
body and I savored the smooth skin as we kissed and explored each other
with hands and legs.

I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. I stroked it and then pulled it
next to mine until I was stroking both together. He moaned and pushed me
back until he could get to my nipples. He ran his tongue around him and
then gave each of them a gentle nip, then a rougher one. I moaned and
thrust my hips toward his.

He rolled on his back. I leaned in and kissed him roughly, then sat up,
astride his body, our cocks meeting again. I stroked them together as I
stared into his eyes, which were ablaze with passion. He wriggled as I
squeezed our cocks together.

I ran my hands through his bush, then slowly, ever-so-slowy, ran them up
his body, rubbing in circles, first with a feather-light touch, then with
more pressure. I squeezed his nipples as my hands worked their way up and
he moaned again. I caressed his face, then leaned in and kissed him,
deeply. He threw his legs around my ass and begin pushing outward with
his hips, his cock rubbing mine.

I reached down and found his ass. I pushed a finger against his asshole
and he moaned loudly. I massaged him there, slowly increasing the
pressure. He squirmed and whispered, "yes!" as I began to thrust against
him.

"There's ... some vaseline ... in my ... bag... by the window," he
gasped. I leaped up and rummaged in the bag til I found it. My cock was
hard, standing up, swaying as I walked back to the bed.

"Are you sure," I said huskily.

He nodded and looked at me. Those eyes. I wanted him. I dug out some
vaseline and ran a little up and down my cock, then pushed some against
his asshole. I pushed one, then two fingers in, moving them in and out
and around, trying to loosen him a little and work the lube around.

"Now! Now!" he cried.

I lifted his ankles to my shoulders and leaned into him, pushing my slick
cock toward his asshole. I pushed and pushed, slowly, until I felt the
head ease in. He groaned and winced, but made it clear he didn't want me
to stop. I pushed in more and more, shivering as I thought of our
coupling. Finally, I was in. I paused for a minute, then began to pump,
slowly and deliberately, in, out, almost all the way, then back in.

He writhed on the bed as I fucked him. He kept his eyes on mine and I
felt a connection I didn't know was possible. I began stroking his cock
in rhythm to my thrusts. I felt my hard cock slipping in and around
inside him and I got more and more aroused.

I could tell I was close and I could tell I probably couldn' prolong it
much. It had been so long in happening and it felt so ... so perfect. I
thrust my cock one last time as I began to shoot. I held my cock against
him as my cum filled his ass. He yelled out and then I did too.

I kept stroking his cock and within moments, he was shooting his second
load of the day. I splashed onto his chest. It kept coming, just as I
did. I pulled out and fell on top of him, pulling him over on to me,
feeling our slippery bodies together. I kissed him deeply and felt every
inch of him against me.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just soaking up our warm
nakedness.

"Probably we need another shower," I suggested. He smiled and looked at
me. I followed them as we walked into the bathroom. Just as I was closing
the door, I heard a knock at the front door. I wondered who it could be
so late, especially since we just got here. I scrambled for a sweatshirt
and sweatpants, leaving Elder Lopez to clean up.

I opened the door and found a tableau of wide grins pasted on what I
surmised quickly was a mother, a father and three kids. I stammered a
"hello."

"Welcome, Elder," the woman said. "We're the Martindales. We live just up
the hill. I clean the church and take care of the grounds. We're also the
unofficial missionary parents. You're going to be seeing a lot of us now
that you're here!"

I smiled weakly and as I opened the door wider, I heard a voice behind
me.

"Are you coming or not, Elder? I'm wai ... " Elder Lopez stopped in
midsentence as he rounded the corner. He stood in the hallway naked,
holding a towel, which he hurriedly wrapped around himself. I hoped the
Martinedales couldn't see the cum drying on his chest.

"And I guess," Mr. Martindale said, with a nervous chuckle, "that we'll
be seeing ... a lot of you ... "