Mission Interrupted

By Marc McClean

Published on Aug 5, 2007

Gay

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are offended by such material, too young to read such, or it is illegal in your community, stop here and find something that won't get you in trouble. Otherwise, please enjoy! If you do, please drop me a note at mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com Thanks!

MISSION INTERRUPTED Part 5 By MJ McLean

No one said a word for what seemed like the longest 30 seconds or so of my life. I stood clutching the towel around my waist. Stan was behind me, fumbling with his own towel. I heard him mutter, "Shit ... shit ... " Kelly sat on the bed, a half smile frozen on his face, his eyes darting between me and Stan.

All I could think of was that Stan and I had been caught, and caught in perhaps the worst possible situation for a pair of Mormon missionaries. Of all the things that could get you sent home in shame, that could get you expelled from the mission and probably from the church, fucking your companion was number one with a bullet.

And we'd been caught in mid-fuck, apparently, and when the mission president found out, there would be nothing we could say. It was our word against Kelly's and and I had a feeling the word of a couple of fag elders wouldn't be worth much.

My parents would be humilated. Everyone at home would know what happened. Mom and dad could never go to church again, couldn't shop at the grocery store. They'd be the people with the homo son who got sent home from his mission in shame.

I figured I'd be out on the streets. My folks were understanding about a lot of things, but I knew this wasn't one of them. I could feel my future, my life evaporating as surely as the water on my naked body.

Kelly seemed to hear my thoughts. "Caughtcha, boys," he said quietly. "This would not look good on your permanent record, would it? Couple of the church's finest, upstanding young men, poking each other in the shower ... is that in the little white book? Maybe it's a P-day activity?"

I felt Stan move closer and whisper in my ear.

"We're screwed Bryan, it's all over." He was on the verge of tears. I wanted to let him fall in my arms and comfort him, but instead, I reached back and squeezed his hand.

"So what's it going to take?" I said, squaring myself in front of Kelly.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"You want something," I said, the light going on in my head as I spoke the words. "If you were just going to rat us out, you wouldn't still be here. You'd've found a phone as soon as you figured out what was up. But you're still here. You want something in exchange for not telling. So let's not play games. What is it?"

Kelly shifted on the bed and in an instant, I knew we had a chance. As he moved, I saw Kelly trying to adjust his crotch using the mattress. He was sporting a woody. He was turned on by what he saw. I don't know why it didn't dawn on me sooner, why I didn't notice how Kelly liked to walk around in just his boxers, how he seemed to catch Stan or me coming out of the shower an awful lot. And that episode with our underwear, showing off his cock and his ass.

He wasn't going to turn us in because he was as gay as we were.

Again, he seemed to read my thoughts. "Yeah, I want something, but it's not what you think. You're not getting this." He grabbed his dick through his jeans, as if to make a point, but he was adjusting what now looked to be a pretty solid hard-on. "I'm not a homo." He sounded less than convincing.

"Here's the deal," he said, not-so-casually covering his crotch with a pillow. "Things haven't worked out like I planned. I need a place to stay for a while longer. That means here and that means you can't let anyone know about me."

"And that's it?" I said, surprised by how little he asked in blackmail.

"Also, I'm running short on cash," he said. Here it comes. "I'm gonna need to share your food. And maybe a ride now and then, when I'm low on gas or something. And maybe a fiver or ten every now and then." He stared at me.

"Bryan, we can barely ..." Stan started to say, but I waved him off. I wasn't going to take a chance. If this was the price ...

"Deal." I said. "Now if you wanna excuse us so we can get dressed?"

Kelly laughed. "Now you're modest? Boys, I peeked in the bathroom. I saw you with your dick up your buddy's ass. There's nothing I haven't seen!"

"The deal didn't include skin shows," I spat. "Now leave us alone for a minute. Go eat some of our food or something."

His smile faded. He stood. The bulge in his jeans remained visible. He winked at me and, as he walked by, squeezed his crotch and licked his lips. Stan was already rummaging in the dresser and didn't notice.

We talked quietly as we dressed. Stan wasn't happy, but I calmed him down and convinced him that this was the only way to buy us time.

"He's either going to get tired of this or he's going to fuck up himself," I said, wondering how I could take advantage of Kelly's obvious weakness for naked guys. "He's not as tough as he thinks."

For the next week, we saw more of Kelly than usual. He would be waiting for us when we returned from evening appointments, polishing off dinner. He made a hearty breakfast in the morning and took lunch with him. He borrowed twenty bucks from each of us. I wrote my mother and asked her for a little advance, feigning an allergy attack that required the expensive Benadryl.

Kelly left early on our next prep day. Stan and I hadn't touched each other since the day Kelly found us in the shower. We gathered up clothes for a trip to the laundromat. I looked at my basket, then proceeded to strip my t-shirt, jeans and underwear and stuff them in too.

"You gonna go to the laundry like that, Elder," Stan said, his eyes raking my naked body.

"I figured I'd wash everything," I said. I fluffed my cock, then found a t-shirt and gym shorts in the dressed. I pulled them on without so much as a jock strap. "You ready, Elder?" I leered.

"You can't go out like that!"

"Watch me," I said. "And I do mean that..."

Stan paused, then shrugged and we piled into the truck. At the laundromat, I sat facing him and, when no one was looking, crossed my legs and let my cock and balls slide out into view. I grew hard and I could tell Stan was sprouting wood too. I nearly got caught once when I stood to open the dryer door and my erection pushed the shorts up my leg. I'm pretty sure an older lady sitting near by saw me, but she only smiled.

By the time we got home, I was horny as hell. I unlocked the door. "Kelly? ... Kelly? Are you here?" Silence. We dropped the laundry baskets inside the door and I pushed it shut and locked it. I grabbed Stan and pushed him against the wall, sliding my tongue into his mouth and rubbing my body against his. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed his tongue against mine.

We groped madly, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I shucked my shorts and my cock slapped against my stomach, hard and dripping pre-cum. I turned so my back was against the wall, then gently pushed Stan to his knees. He licked my shaft and massaged the head with his lips. I shivered. He swallowed my cock, inch by inch. I could hear him gulp a little as he took it, so I didn't push just yet. I felt him tug on my balls.

He started to suck and I guided his head with my hands, running my fingers over his scalp. He sucked hungrily and I felt my hard-on grow harder. I looked down felt a wave of emotion flow through me. I pulled his head up and kissed him deeply, tasting my own salty pre-cum. I ground my cock into his jeans, feeling his bulge straining against the cloth.

We groped again. I broke off the kiss and guided him back into the bedroom. I kneeled and pulled his jeans down and his underwear. He started to kick them off, but I stopped him, plunging his hard dick into my mouth. I tried not to gag as it slid across my tongue, into my throat. I ran my tongue over the shaft and heard him groan a little.

I reached into my nightstand and found a jar of vaseline. I dipped my finger in it and reached around, finding Stan's asshole. I rubbed the jelly around his pucker and pushed my finger in. His cock jumped in my mouth as I started to finger-fuck him. I dipped into the vaseline jar again, then pulled my mouth off Stan's wet hard-on. I kissed him deeply again, then turned him around and pushed him gently against the wall.

He realized what I wanted and steadied himself with his hands. I rubbed a little jelly on my still hard cock, then put the rest on his ass. He pushed out a little as I clumsily entered him, missing the mark once, then twice, before I felt my cock find his hole. I heard him gasp as he tried to relax and I pushed my cock in all the way. He moaned and pushed against the wall as I began to pump, one hand on his hip, the other fumbling for Stan's cock, which throbbed wildly.

Then I heard the voices.

"... think they were out helping a family. Just saw the truck drive up." It was Kelly. He was talking loud and as I froze, it hit me. He was buying us time. Someone was out there, someone who who would have walked in on me fucking my companion. I hadn't heard a vehicle arrive, so consumed was I in finally making love again to Stan. I pulled out.

"...was just pulling weeds in the branch vegetable garden ... you seen ..."

"Someone's out there," I said breathily. "I can hear Kelly talking. He's covering. C'mon."

Stan's face froze in horror. I looked at him. "You gotta get in the shower. You're worse than me. Hurry, get naked and get in the shower. I'll go help Kelly." Stan finally shook off his shock and shucked his clothes. I stashed the vaseline, then used a sheet to wipe jelly off my now-deflated dick. I panicked briefly: I needed something to wear. I found an old pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt and tugged them on, hoping no one would notice my underwear-less condition.

I raced to the door just as the mission president's assistants knocked.

"Elders," I said, opening the door, still flushed. "Wasn't expecting to see you. We just got back ... um ... "

"Your neighbor was telling us. Helping a family. Good to hear," said Elder Carter. "We were delivering some supplies to Fort Defiance and figured we'd stop and say hi. Where's your comp?"

"Um, he's in the shower. We got kinda sweaty ... um ... helping the family ... " I didn't know if Kelly had been specific about our task, so I kept it as vague as I dared. "C'mon in."

Kelly stared at me as I let the APs in. "Guess I better get busy, Elders. I'll drop by later and see if there's anything else we need to do." He winked and grabbed his crotch again. Shit.

Somehow, we survived the APs' visit. Stan dressed, still nervous enough that I didn't dare leave him alone, so I sat in my sweatshirt and pants, sweating profusely in the close warmth of the front room. After about an hour, the APs stood to leave. They left a few books and pamphlets, shook our hands and finally drove off.

Stan collapsed on the couch. "This is getting to be too much," he said quietly. Do you know how close we came to ..."

"...to having your stuffy assistants find you with Bryan's dick up your sweaty ass?" Kelly had entered moments before. He surveyed the scene. "You two gotta be more carefuly, you know. I just saved your butts big time. If I hadn't needed a few bucks for gas ... "

"Dammit, Kelly, not now! Stan's right. This is getting to be too much. We need to talk for a while."

"No, Bryan, we need to talk. You see, our deal was I didn't turn you in. And I covered for you today. It wasn't easy. I had to pull some fuckin' weeds to convince them I was for real. My folks coulda seen me. I took a risk. And that's extra."

Shit. Shit. Stan balled his hands into fists and slammed them into the couch.

"Look, Kelly, we're on a budget, you now that. I got some extra money, but there are limits ..."

"Yeah, I know. So it won't be money. But guys, you're gonna have to work with me. I got lots of different ... needs."

Then the light bulb flickered on again. No. I thought his weakness would work my my advantage, but I knew he was going to use it against us now.

He rubbed his crotch a little. "I know I saw I don't do guys, but it's been a long time since I've had anything and I figure a mouth is a mouth, right?" He looked into my eyes as he unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his jeans, lowered the zipper and let them fall to the floor. He pushed his right hand down into his striped boxers.

"I'm just so fuckin' horny, boys ... " He moved his hand around and finally pushed his boxers down. His cock popped out. He ran his hand down it, stroking it to full erection. It was hard and it was every one of the nine inches I'd imagined the other night. I felt my own cock grow, despite my fear. Kelly playfully thrust his hip forward and his cock bounced. He took a step toward me.

"NO!' The anger in Stan's voice surprised me. He stood and nudged me aside. "NO! We won't do that. Food and money are one thing, but we're not going to be your ... your ... sexual playtoys! We'll just ... we'll turn outselves in!" His eyes flashed and he stood by me, finding my hand. I stiffened a little and my brain scattered.

Kelly looked just as surprised. I thought I saw his hard-on go down a little, but he grabbed in and waved it. "I don't think you will, guys. I know what this would mean and I don't think you're ready for it. After what I've seen you do, I don't think one fuckin' blow-job is all that big a deal!"

"Stan, maybe he's right. You know we'd lose everything if we turned ourselves in. There'd be no leniency just because we didn't get caught. We're ex-ed, sent home. I'd be out on the street, I know it! Look, I'll do it, just this once, get him away and then we'll talk."

Stan looked at me in horror and I felt his disappointment wash over me. "We wouldn't have nothing! We'd have each other! We don't belong out here anyway. Let's just end this game and we can get out and start our own lives! This is crazy!"

I wavered for a minute, but only just. "Stan, if we're going to do that, we need to do it on our own terms, when we're ready for it. This is too quick. I'm not ready to jump off the ledge yet. You're right -- we can make our own life. But Stan ... we need time ..."

The look of disgust on Stan's face nearly made me cry. "Fine." He spat. "But I won't be a part of it. If you want me after your little ... your little fantasy scene, I'll be ... pulling weeds in the garden. And Bryan -- " he looked into my eyes. "This does mean something. And you watch. It won't mean enough. He'll be back for more. His type never gets enough." He fled, slamming the door.

"You guys can be such drama queens," Kelly said. He stroked his cock again. I felt mine twitch, in spite of my anger.

"Shut the fuck up. Let's just get this over with. And this is it. One time. No more." I took a breath and fell to my knees.

"You guys be careful, I won't have to ask for anything else," Kelly said. "And not so fast, baby. Get your clothes off."

I glared at him and yanked off my sweatshirt. My chest dripped with sweat. I hooked my thumbs in the sweatpants and tried to will me erection to go down. I didn't want him to see how much this turned me on, as much as I didn't want it to. Instead, I just grew harder. I finished stripping, my cock hard and wet as I kneeled.

Kelly smiled, his satisfaction apparent. "Yeah, you want it more than I do," he growled. He inched closer and rubbed his cock across my face, slapping me a few times with it. "No take it all, Elder. Swallow my monster dick."

I choked as he rammed his throbbing dick into my mouth and I strugged to breathe as I tried to guide it in with my hands. Finally, slowed down and I felt the head tickle the back of my throat. It wasn't all the way in and I didn't think it would get there. It was too long, too big and I was too inexperienced. I ran my tongue around the shaft and found a rhythm breathing through my nose.

I felt Kelly's hands grasp my head and he started to pump. I felt it scrape my teeth and did nothing to stop it. I grabbed his ass and steadied myself. He shifted his hips a little.

"Don't get any ideas about sticking a finger back there," he said. "You worry about my big dick, Elder ..."

I sucked and bobbed my head and tried to keep up with his thrusts. Amazingly, I started to feel more of his long tool slip into my throat. I didn't think it possible, but my face was nearing his bush.

"You're a better cocksucker than you let on, preacher boy," Kelly said huskily. "I never had anyone take my giant cock that far. I'm fuckin' impressed, dude. Keep suckin' ..."

His voice, his words, his cock sinking deeper into my throat, all served to turn me on like no one ever had, not even Stan. I tried to feel shame, but instead, I pushed harder, until Kelly's cock slid all the way in and I took in the scent of his sweaty pubic hair.

"Yeah, baby, suck my cock, kneel in front of me," Kelly growled. "I want to to take my load ..."

I sucked harder, my fingers digging into his ass. I could feel him quickening his thrusts and I eased my right hand farther around until I found his smooth asshole. He didn't protest as I massaged it a little. But he tightened it against any further incursion.

Suddenly, I felt his asscheeks tense up. I braced myself.

"Shit, shit, damn, fuck, buddy, take my load, oh ... god ... oh... christ.... I'm commmmmmmmminggggg!" He moaned loudly and his cock began spurting into my throat. I struggled to keep from choking. I pulled away a little to give me some room and felt my mouth fill with his warm, satly sperm. He didn't protest as I pushed him away until my lips grasped only the head, taking the final few squirts.

His eyes were closed as I let his cock go. He collapsed on the couch, spent.

"Dammit, Elder, you can't tell me you haven't been doing this all your life ... "

I wiped my lips with my arm. My cock remained hard and dripping. Kelly spotted it.

"Go ahead, finish yourself off. You know you want to."

"I can wait," I said with a glare.

"Come off it, Bryan, just do it. I wanna see you come, c'mon."

I shook my head weakly, but even as I did, I grabbed my hard cock and started stroking. I closed my eyes. It didn't take long. I shot a huge load on the rug. Kelly laughed. He got dressed as I slumped against the couch.

"I'll see you guys later," he said. "Always nice to help out the elders."

I hurried to clean up my mess before Stan could return. I showered and when I emerged, he was sitting on the bed. He said nothing and I knew better than to press the issue. I worried that I'd ruined things between us and I felt worse and worse as I realized the depth of my betrayal. I tried not to think of Kelly's nine inches sliding down my throat.

For a few days, we didn't see Kelly and we didn't say much to each other. Stan said he needed time to think. He wasn't sure he wanted to remain with me, or in the mission field. I didn't know how to reply. I wanted out just as bad, but I needed a way out that wouldn't destroy my life.

I lay in bed one right, trying for the hundredth time to come up with a way out, one that would restore what I had broken with Stan and preserve my nearly perfect life on the outside. I dozed off at last.

Some time later, I was awakened by movement next to my bed. I was only half awake as I heard the quiet sound of clothes slipping to the floor. I felt a hand on my hip. Still half dreaming, I whsipered, "Stan? Stan, baby, is that you? Let me make room ..."

I slid closer to the wall, relieved that he was ready to forgive me. I didn't struggle as he eased my garments off, first the shorts, then the t-shirt. I climbed from my slumber as I felt his body slide next to mine, felt his hand around my waist, searching for my cock, which grew with anticipation.

But something wasn't right. Stan wasn't this muscular, not this tall. And the rock-hard cock pressing against my ass was too big to be Stan's. I felt the cock push against me, angling for the hole, slick with pre-cum, but not slick enough.

"Yeah, baby, it's time," Kelly whispered. "You shoulda listened to your friend. One blow job is never enough ..."

TO BE CONTINUED

Next: Chapter 6


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