Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2003 10:42:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Flippp <geatravel@yahoo.com>
Subject: True Companions - Part XIX - Waiting

This is a continuaton of a fictional account of my mission experiences in
France and Belgium during the early 1970s. Though many of the
circumstances, people and events are real, it is still fictionalized so I
could make it like I would have liked it to be.

Gary
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Part XIX - Waiting

I love to walk. Ever since my mission, I've taken time most days to walk in
the open air. It reconnects me with my world and gets me away from things
both metallic and synthetic. The walk from the train station back to
Seraing was one of the strangest I've ever been on. At times, I felt like
throwing myself into the waters of the Meuse. Then I would feel I could fly
to Seraing if I stretched out my arms. I was traumatized by the departure
of my true companion. But in 14 months, I would be reunited with him and
the two of us would have a lifetime of companionship before us. The
question remained - how to make it through the next 14 months. And, more
immediately, who was going to be my new companion. I had nearly reached my
one year mark. I might be made a senior companion and receive a new greenie
just fresh from over the pond. Or I might be a junior again with some slob
of a senior like the first two I had. I understood the Zone Leader would
bring my new companion to me in the late afternoon. So, I had six or seven
hours of waiting.

The 15 kilometers to Seraing were made up of paths along the river and
roadside sidewalks. It was slightly uphill as the Meuse flowed from west to
east at that point on its way to the Rhine. I could see the stacks of the
steel mill in Seraing in the distance. To my left were the ateliers of Val
St. Lambert crystal factory. The Zone once went there on P Day for a
tour. I ran into several men fishing along the paths next to the river. At
one point, I laid down on the grass next to the path and looked at the
clouds. Elder M. must be at the Midi station in Brussels by now. Soon he'll
be flying in those clouds. I thought about him on the train then on the
long flight. He'd be sitting there in that blue suit he bought at the cheap
suit place in Brussels where the missionaries always replaced their
American suits once they wore out. He'd be wearing the wide red tie. It
made his hair look redder. Sometimes people thought he was Irish.  Right.
Some hick from New Mexico! But I loved that hick.

I dreamed of being there with him and holding his hand. I imagined sitting
next to him with a blanket over us and the two of us groping each other's
crotch. I wanted him so bad. My cock got hard thinking about my man. I
wanted to jerk off right there on the path. If only I could be with Elder
M. If only I could hold him one more time in my arms and feel his naked
skin on my naked skin, feel his thick cock fill my mouth, feel his hairy
chest against my hairy chest. Oh God, I'll go nuts thinking like this! I
began rubbing my cock by sticking my hand down my suit pants. No one was
coming. I just wanted to feel good again. That's right, Elder, just a
little to the left...yeah, rub there. Oh fuck, Elder, that feels so
good. Man, where did you learn to do that? Oh yeah...play with my balls.
God, you're gonna make me cum, Elder! My eyes were closed as I dreamed of
being with Elder M. I was nearly to the point of ejaculation when I heard a
man walk by on the path. Oh shit, I thought, and pulled out my hand and
looked up. He was laughing as he walked by. Man, I was in bad shape, I
thought, and got up and kept on walking.

I arrived in Seraing about 9:00am. I didn't know what to do . I changed my
clothes and got into some jeans and a T-shirt and walked back outside. I
decided to see if Paul was around and walked to his house. It felt really
funny to be walking without my shadow. I kept looking around for my
companion but I, indeed, was alone.

I arrived at Paul's flat and must have caught him in bed. He opened up the
door trying to cover his underwear with a shirt.

"Oh, it's you. Come on in," Paul said opening the door wide then retreating
over to his bed and stretching out on it. "I take it Elder M. is gone."

"Yeah. He's probably in Brussels by now. He had an early train to catch and
then I just walked home from the train station in Liege."

"Wow, you are in a bad way if you want to do that kind of walking!"

"I just wanted to be alone. I really miss him."

"You two were really close, weren't you?" Paul asked. I don't think we ever
said it out loud but I'm sure Paul could tell how close we were from our
trip to the baths together or from the night he spent at our apartment.

"I don't know how to express how much I loved the man. I've never
experienced that type of love before," I responded not sure how far to take
the conversation.

"I could tell from the first time I met you on the stoop that you were two
guys that liked each other very much. It's one of the things that attracted
me to you as well as to the Church. I figured if the Church allowed guys to
be that close then it must be a good thing. How long were you together?"

"I came here in the middle of January so it's been about five months now."

"Wow, and in just that short of time you became that close. That's
incredible!" Paul put his arms behind his head giving me a great shot at
his pits. I admit, I've always had a fetish for armpits. He had this
amazing bush in each pit that nearly merged with the black, curly hair on
his chest. He was laying on the top of his covers, just wearing the normal
dark blue briefs. I was enjoying watching him.

"So, I've got some time before my new companion arrives. Want to go do
something?" I asked.

"Great. I've got today off so I'm free." It was kind of weird just being
here with Paul and not with Elder M. and Paul. We were a threesome not a
twosome. For some reason, it was more difficult to communicate as two than
it was as three.

Paul stood up and said, "What shall we go do?" He stretched, pushing his
hands far over his head and stretching his torso and legs. I nearly died
because his package stuck out and I could see the outline of his beautiful
dick. He was a very masculine man!

"Get dressed and let's go throw the Frisbee around then have lunch at my
place. How does that sound?" I thought if we were physically active, we
wouldn't have to communicate as much and it might be less awkward.

"Sounds good. Just let me get dressed and we can go out." Paul, as I
described it before, only had the one room plus a small bathroom and
kitchen behind. He didn't seem to care if I was there watching him. He
stripped off his briefs and stood naked before me, scratching his belly and
fluffing up his dick and balls. Believe me, it didn't need fluffing up. It
appeared to be rising on it's own. He wandered around a bit looking for a
shirt. Because his dick was semi-hard, it swayed back and forth, left to
right as he walked. I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off it. Finally,
he found a shirt and stood not two feet in front of me while he slowly put
it over his head. Meanwhile that dick had reached full hard status and was
crying out for some attention. I swear Paul was doing that deliberately but
I didn't rise to the bait though I really wanted to. I sat on my hands and
tried to look away. Paul finally put on some jeans going without underwear
and then found some socks and shoes. He was dressed and I somehow kept what
virtue I had left!

We had a fun morning playing Frisbee in the street with some of the younger
neighborhood kids. As missionaries, we were always playing with the kids in
the streets. They were the people that most accepted us. After a couple
hours with them, we headed back to our apartment after picking up some food
for lunch. Paul said he'd fix me a Greek pizza that you cook on the
stovetop. Sounded great to me. He got busy in the little room that
pretended to be our kitchen. I stayed in the main area cleaning up for the
new companion. I moved my sheets over to Elder M.'s bed because I thought
that would help me to feel closer to him. I also took over his half of the
wardrobe and the table. I swept up the floor and dusted the beds and
chairs. The place looked halfway presentable by the time Paul had the pizza
ready to eat.

We sat down at the table and blessed the food then dug in. That Paul was a
culinary genius. Who would have thought you could make that on our little
stove top.

After a few bites, I asked Paul, "What was the real reason why you left
Greece?"

He stopped chewing for a few minutes and looked at me. "Why do you want to
know?"

"I guess I thought we were close enough friends now that maybe you'd like
to fill in some of the blanks left open the other night when the three of
us talked. But I don't want to pry if you're not comfortable telling me."

Paul looked at me again. I received the impression that he was calculating
whether it was worth telling me. Finally, he stood up and lifted up his
shirt and pointed to a long scar on the side of his torso. It was about 6
inches long and was somewhat hidden by the thick thatch of hair he
sported. "There, that's the real reason."

I put my finger on it and ran it down the length of the scar. There was
considerable amount of scar tissue built up. "Wow! How did you get this
doozy?"

He put his shirt back down and sat down. He looked me in the eye and said,
"My lover cut me because of anger. I had come home late one night and
suddenly, I saw the blade come at me from behind the door as I entered. I
turned but not in time to avoid a nasty cut on my side. I grabbed a chair
to defend myself but I instead hit my lover who fell on the floor in such a
way that the knife cut into the chest causing my lover to bleed to death in
front of me. I didn't know what to do. I ran from the flat to a friend's
house. I was afraid. At this time in Greece, we had to Reign of the
Colonels and people disappeared. There was no justice. I didn't want to be
one of those people. I begged for some money and then hitchhiked to
Heraklion on the east end of Crete. There, I got a ferry for Rhodes then it
was easy to get into Turkey. From there, I made my way up to Belgium
because my sister's husband had family in Charleroi. They were able to get
me this pitiable job in the steel mill and I came here. There.  Now you
know."

"When did all this happen?" I asked somewhat dumbfounded.

"I left Xania on the night of 16 January, 1964 and started working here in
Seraing in September of 1968."

"Do you know if you are wanted in Greece now?"

"My family sends me word every once in a while. I was a wanted

criminal. My picture was in the papers and posted in the towns around
Crete. Luckily, Greece and Turkey don't talk to each other so they don't
know I crossed over into Turkey. Now that the Colonels have been replaced
by a legitimate government, I don't know what my status is. I just know
that I can't return to Greece or I'll face imprisonment or even worse."

It took a moment for all this to sink in. Paul was a felon who had left
Greece illegally and was still wanted. "Is Paul your real name?" I suddenly
asked?

"No," he admitted. "I took that name when I got my Carte d'Identite here in
Belgium. I had some papers made by friends I knew in Charleroi. My real
name is Andreas Krassoudakis."

My mind was really reeling by now. We had baptized a Paul and now I find
out he's really Andy. I didn't have a clue what the Church would do if they
ever found out.

"Are you going to tell anyone what I've just told you?" Paul/Andy asked
with some trepidation.

"Are you kidding? Who am I going to tell? We all have secrets. We all have
to live our lives as best we can. No, I'm not going to give away any of
your secrets. You're too good of a friend."

Paul was visibly relieved at my words. We were quiet for a few minutes then
Paul said while still looking down at his empty plate, "I think I know what
your secret is."

My heart stopped for a second. I had never told anyone I was gay. I really
didn't tell Elder M.. We just grew into our relationship. The thought that
someone outside Elder M. or me knew about my secret feelings was
frightening and I panicked.

"Hey, I don't have any secrets. My life's an open book!" I pretended with
some fake bravura.

"I don't want to tell on you or anything. Maybe it would help you if you
knew that my lover in Xania was named Antonio and he was 33 years old and I
was 16."

Caught. Even more than caught, I was outed by a gay man. Paul was gay! The
thought never occurred to me. My eyes must have had the deer in the
headlights look. Paul laughed at me and pointed them out saying, "You
should see your eyes, man. You look like you've seen a ghost!" He stopped
laughing then put his hand on mine and continued, "Don't worry about it
Elder. I know you're gay. I think Elder M. was gay. I'm gay. We're
family. You're secret is safe with me."

I had never faced the reality that someone actually knew who and what I was
inside. And then I said the words I had never said to another human being
including Elder M. "You're right, I'm gay."

It was the first time I had ever admitted to myself that I was a
homosexual, that I was gay. The burden that was lifted from my life was
incredible. It was like sliding the round peg into the round hole after
trying to shove it into the square hole for so many years. "I'm gay!!!" I
started to shout it. "I'm gay!!!" I stood up and did a dance, a jig of
gayness. A reprise of "I feel pretty!" was even more appropriate at this
time! Paul stood up and danced with me. We sang songs and did a tango
together and laughed. This was the moment I was liberated from the
heterosexual chains I was trying to lock myself up in. It was like coming
out from a cave into a bright sun! "I'm Gay!"

After a few minutes, the two of us just laid down on the bed. "How did you
know?" I asked Paul.

"Well, it was pretty easy given what you and Elder M. were doing in the
bath house. I thought I might be able to just catch a glimpse of you in the
showers but the three of us were fuckin' horny that day and played like
it. Then there was the baptism and we were naked and hard. But the most
obvious thing was the way you and Elder M. acted around each other. You
truly loved each other. You eyes sparkled every time you looked at each
other. I was so jealous. I thought I had that relationship with Antonio but
clearly there was a flaw there. But you two...you two were special! I loved
being with you because of your love for each other. And then this
morning. I tried in every way I knew how to get you to have sex with
me. Man, I nearly stuck my fucking dick in your mouth but you wouldn't have
anything to do with it. You wanted your man. That is sooooo neat!"

Well, now this morning made a lot more sense. It did seem like he was
baiting me more than usual. And I nearly did take the bait. But here we
were now, on my bed with our feet on the floor and our heads up against the
wall - two gay guys alone. I looked over at Paul and grinned. I grabbed his
hand and held it then, deliberately, I put it on my crotch and left it
there. My cock rose to attention and Paul felt the rod get harder and
harder.

Paul grinned back at me and placed my hand on his cock that was easy to
feel because he didn't have any underwear on under his jeans. I could feel
it fill up with blood and become hard and thick.

"Well, now what shall we do?" I asked with my hand squeezing his dick
through his jeans.

"I don't know about you, but if I don't get naked in about two seconds and
have my way with you, I'm gonna be pissed!" And with that, he jumped up and
undid his pants and nearly jumped out of them while throwing off his
shirt. Then, he bent down and undid my jeans and pulled them off, then the
shirt then he helped me lower my garments. Soon, the two of us were naked
and very hard and very horny. I gasped at how incredible Paul's body
felt. His furry chest and torso was in full contact with my hairy
chest. Our cocks were rubbing against each other and our mouths were
exploring the inner depths.

When Paul went down to suck on my dick, I thought for a second about Elder
M.  Wasn't this betraying my love for him? Maybe. But this was so much
different than it was with Elder M. This was raw and very superficial. With
Elder M. it was always deeply emotional. This was play. That was life. This
was with a buddy. That was with a part of myself.

I allowed myself to really enjoy being with Paul. I wanted some raw sex. I
wanted to just go after his dick and suck it dry. I wanted his cum all over
my body. I wanted animal sex. With this big Greek with the perfect dick, I
was getting a sexual training that I never had before. He did things to me
that I tried to remember so I could teach them to Elder M. Paul begged me
to fuck him. He wanted my cock up his ass and turned over and pointed his
rosebud at me asking me to shove my dick up his hole. I put some lotion on
his hole and shoved my rod all the way up. He screamed out for a second
then moaned with pure pleasure. God, this felt so good. Elder M. and I
never fucked. I wanted Paul's ass so bad! Paul made lovemaking fun because
he was vocal and told me what was good and what he wanted. In two minutes,
I exploded up his ass. I thought my dick was going to fall off it was so
powerful inside the moist, dark hole of my Greek buddy. I brought it out
and stroked it off on his back. Then he turned over and jacked off and let
it fall on my chest, glob after potent glob of Greek cum all over my
chest. Then the two of us collapsed, sated from our sexual desires like two
bears in heat.

The two of us laid there for a while. It was good. I didn't feel guilty in
the least. I didn't love Paul like I loved Elder M. but I enjoyed him as a
buddy. He made my body orgasmic in ways no one, not even my true companion,
could. I knew I would have to lay with Paul again if the opportunity ever
presented itself.

We got up, eventually, and began to clean ourselves up. We both felt
fabulous! It was near three in the afternoon and the place was in good
shape. We dressed and just sat there talking about Paul's lover and how
they met and where he had sex and when he started and all the great
questions you want to ask a Greek God!

Then there was a knock at the door. I suddenly remembered that the Zone
Leader was bringing my new companion. I cautioned Paul to be good. I went
over to the door and opened it. Only the Zone Leader was there. He said his
companion was helping my new companion with his luggage from the street up
the stairs. I reintroduced him to Paul and told him that Paul had come over
to keep my company while I was without companion. The Zone Leader seemed
pleased that I would make that arrangement.

I heard some grunts in the stairwell. I looked and could make out the
outline of the baby Zap and my new companion dragging a trunk up the
steps. They brought it into the room and dropped it I the middle of the
room. Then my new companion looked up and I saw him for the first
time. Well, not quite. My new companion was to be Elder Peters from
Verviers. I was to be the new senior and he was my junior. The Zone Leader
introduced us. Elder Peters and I pretended that we barely knew each
other. The Zaps chatted for a few minutes then wished up good luck and
left.

Here I was in the Seraing apartment with my gay friend Paul and my gay
missionary friend, Elder Peters. If Elder M. could see me now!