Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 13:57:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Flippp <geatravel@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Companions - Part XVI - Paul's Baptism

This is a continuation of a fictional account of my mission experiences in
Belgium and France in the early 1970s. Though based on true circumstances
and events, it is meant to be fiction and is what I would like it to have
been like.

Gary

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Part XVI - Paul's Baptism

I didn't sleep much that night. There wasn't a lot of room. However, I
wasn't too concerned as I enjoyed being right next to Elder M. He, however,
seemed to go right to sleep judged by his breathing. I thought a lot about
Paul and what happened to him. I wondered what he meant when he said he and
the guys who raped him had played around a lot since he had arrived here in
Seraing. What was their relationship?

In the bed next to Elder M. and I, I heard Paul move around a lot. A couple
hours after we went to bed, I heard him begin to masturbate. It's an
unmistakable sound. I listened as he removed his covers and pushed down his
underwear. Then, after a few minutes, I could hear the rhythmic stroking. I
was incredibly aroused by the thought of him jacking off three feet from
where my head rested next to Elder M. My cock was already rock hard because
it touched Elder M.'s butt. But as I listened to Paul, I wanted to join him
somehow. I tried to look but the heads of the beds are next to each other
so there was no way I could see what he was doing. My overactive
imagination could see his perfect dick hard and full of veins, pre-cum
flowing from the piss slit at the top. I could imagine his large balls
resting in their nest of black hair, ready to pump Paul's sperm through to
his prostate to mix with Paul's white semen then continue on with explosive
force up his dick and blast all over his hairy chest and torso. As Paul's
stroking became faster, my hand began to stroke my own dick. I turned my
body away from Elder M. for a minute and opened my fly front on the
garments and gave air to my hard and straining tool. I could hear Paul
getting closer as he shifted in the bed. I was lost in my imagination of
seeing his white cream burst forth from the head of his dick. Then, as he
began to stroke irregularly, I could hear small moans coming from him then
a final intake of breath and the stroking stopped. I knew he was now
covered with his manjuice. My dick responded and semen jumped forth from my
dick only to land all over Elder M.'s back and butt. I let out a lot of cum
and it dribbled on my garments and the sheets. I tried to remain quiet and
not let Paul or Elder M. know what happened. In the next bed, I heard Paul
wipe his body with a cloth of some sort. I couldn't clean up, however,
because Elder M. would then wake up. So for the remainder of the night, the
two of us slept in a pool of my cum.

It wasn't long before I heard Paul start breathing slower and deeper. I
assumed he was asleep. Elder M. had turned over towards me while shifting
postions. I could tell he was sporting a woodie. I gently touched it,
wanting so badly to put my mouth on it. My face and his face were within
inches of each other. I could feel his hot breath each time he exhaled. I
kept my hand on his dick, slowly squeezing it. I remembered our night in
Antwerp when we both enjoyed jacking each other off. I wanted to repeat our
games again but I held back because of Paul. Finally, I shifted position
and turned to the wall and tried to sleep. Elder M.'s dick was now up my
ass. I could sleep like this every night!

When the alarm went off, the three of us protested mightily. Elder M. got
up first and put some water on for washing then came back to bed. Paul was
awake and thought he should probably go home and get ready for the baptism
that was scheduled for 12:00 noon. As he got up, he was naked. Apparently,
he used his underwear to wipe himself off during the night. It was nice to
see his naked body. Elder M. got up and so did I so say good by to Paul who
had dressed in only his pants and shirt and shoes. We told him we'd be over
to get him about 10:30am in order to get to the Chapel in Liege in
time. Then Paul took off.

Elder M. then slipped out of his garments and walked over to the water to
take a bath. He was washing his chest and stomach when he asked, "Did you
sleep well?"

"Not too well. How about you?"

"Well enough, I guess. I woke up though and I was all wet on my back. Now,
I'd say one of us had a wet dream and since my front was dry, I'd say it
was you," he said with a big grin as he turned and faced me with lather on
his face.

"Uh, I was hoping you wouldn't notice," I said, groping for some words.

"Right. Kind of hard not to notice when the bed and you and your comp smell
like cum. Hey, bud, I've done it enough to know the smell."

"Well, I would have cleaned it up but Paul and you were asleep and I didn't
know how to clean it up and not wake you."

"No problem. I thought it was pretty cool. It actually really turned me on
when I smelled it. You were asleep facing the wall. I really wanted to jerk
off then but I figured I shouldn't. But I sure wanted to," Elder M said
while finishing shaving. "Your turn."

I removed my garments as well. "Man, I must have really exploded 'cause
I've got cum all over my Gs as well." I smelled them. I love the smell of
cum! Elder M. just laughed.

We finished getting dressed, having study class and getting something to
eat. It was not time to go over and pick up Paul at his place and then head
east to Liege. When we arrived at Paul's, he was ready. He had dressed up
as much as his budget allowed, wearing a clean white shirt and some dark
pants. He had apparently washed his hair and shaved. He looked happy and
ready to join the flock.

The three of us rode the bus into Liege then walked from the Gare Routier
up the hillside to the Chapel. It was a fresh, late Spring morning and we
were feeling great. By the time we arrived, the Zaps had already filled the
font and had the Relief Society Room ready for a program. There was going
to be another woman and her daughter whom the Sisters had taught. They were
going to be baptized as well by Elder Bertrand, the Baby Zap from France. A
program was outlined with talks and hymns.

I went into the dressing room with Paul where we found Elder Bertrand
already in the midst of changing into the baptismal whites. I showed Paul
the clothes the Zaps had arranged for the two of us. We slowly got
undressed. Paul had on white underwear like we told him to. However, he
forgot to bring a dry pair with him for afterwards. I told him to wear the
underwear during the baptism then he could do what he wanted later on. The
three of us, all dressed in white clothing, came out of the dressing room
and joined 10 or 12 others who were from the Liege branch in the Relief
Society Room. The normal talks were given about the importance of baptism
and the Gift of the Holy Ghost.

Elder Bertrand then took the new sister and baptized her then baptized her
daughter. Paul was really interested in seeing how it happened. The
daughter actually had to be baptized twice because her foot came out of the
water. Then it was our turn. We went through the dressing room and down
into the font. I went first then assisted Paul. He was a little nervous and
anxious. I then offered the baptism prayer and helped Paul squat then lay
back as I held his back. I left him under there a few seconds then brought
him back up. He nearly burst out of the water. He face was filled with the
biggest smile you could ever hope to see. He hugged me right there in the
font. All of those attending the baptismal laughed at his exuberance. I was
really happy for him.

We climbed back out of the font and slogged into the dressing room where
Elder Betrand was just finishing dressing. Paul was full of life. He hugged
Elder Betrand who stood back from him as much as he could so he wouldn't
get wet again. Then he hugged me. He thanked God for this miracle of
cleansing.

Elder M. came in and Paul hugged him. We all were laughing as he just
started to say a lot of things in Greek and shaking his fist at various
unseen objects. I couldn't help but think of the night before when he was
raped by his friends. Elder M. went back out. I started to get undressed as
did Paul. When we got naked, we were toweling ourselves off. Paul offered
to dry my back so I turned around and he dried it from top to bottom
including my ass. Then he turned around and I dried him off. Of course,
touching a naked guy got me pretty aroused. That's almost automatic in my
life. After Paul turned back around to face me, I could tell he was aroused
as well. There was the perfect dick sticking nearly straight out. I
couldn't help looking down and Paul could tell I saw his hard on. He looked
at mine then we looked each other in the eye and smiled. I reached out and
began another full-frontal naked hug with him that made our dicks touch. We
held onto this for 30 seconds or so. I really loved this guy.

Paul whispered in my ear, "Elder Roark, I want to thank you for making me
the happiest man on the earth. I will always remember you and Elder M. You
will always be in my dreams." Then he kissed my cheeks on both sides. I
kissed his cheeks. He grabbed onto my dick and I grabbed his. We laughed
then decided against doing anything but I'm sure we both wanted to. I
wasn't sure this wasn't something Greek men did together or if he felt
aroused by being naked with me. But, it was time to dress. People were
waiting. Maybe another time.

Elder M. confirmed Paul as a member of the Church giving him a wonderful
blessing of health and leadership in the Church. He told him he would be a
pioneer in his native country of Greece and would help establish the Gospel
there. By the time he was finished, Paul was wiping the tears off his
face. He was positively glowing. He kissed Elder M. on both cheeks like he
did me. Then he kissed me again. I had never been in such a strongly
emotionally charged baptismal service as Paul's.

That afternoon, the three of us celebrated by going to a real restaurant in
Liege and we treated Paul to a large meal. We talked about the future and
what we wanted. Paul kept saying that he wanted to come the United States
and see each of us when we returned to our homes. He wanted to thank our
families and see how we lived. He was imagining the three of us living
together and doing missionary work and other good things. His view was
really tinged with Greek emotionalism. Elder M. and I were both a little
embarrassed but couldn't help but laugh and enjoy this wonderful man from
Crete.

That night, we left Paul at his apartment after having another prayer with
him. Both Elder M. and I felt an incredible high. Coming on missions became
worth the effort here in Seraing as we had baptized 5 people in 4 months.
For Belgium, that was practically a record since most missionaries return
with an average of one baptism per year out. And we had several other good
contacts. The work was going well. We felt a lot of confidence in the
future.

As we climbed the steps to our apartment, it was about 9:00pm. We opened
the door and there sat President Brown and his two assistants waiting for
us.