The Missionary Part III: Endings
By Dapper Hargrave
------------------------------------------ The first part of this story was told from the point of view of Alan Morris (a gay man who seduces a Mormon missionary). The second part was told from the point of view of the Missionary, Elder Scott Clark, as he returns to see Alan again with his companion in tow. This final chapter alternates between these two points of view. ------------------------------------------
Alan:
Ok... I'll be honest. I was happy to see Elder Clark - I mean Scott -- again when I opened the door. I was surprised and very happy. After posting the videos of our first encounter on my website I had thought I was done with this particular little twinkie but had spent the night thinking and dreaming about him. I don't know what it was about him - maybe his innocence - but I just couldn't get him out of my mind.
Maybe that was why, after the three-way with Elder Davis, I agreed to let him stay. Now how was I going to get time to edit and post the video of that experience - let alone whatever guy I picked up later in the week? I had a business to run - my little website generates quite a bit of money - and I was sure Scott wouldn't understand my having filmed and posted our encounter(s).
When I posted the first video, I had thought there was no way a Mormon missionary from California would ever find out about my site or the video so there didn't seem to be any harm. Now that he was staying with me, I didn't know how I could hide it. This would take some careful planning.
Scott:
I was ecstatic! In the space of two days, I had come out, had sex twice (including a three-way), and moved in with my... what should I call him? Boyfriend? Lover? Roommate? I didn't know and didn't care.
He was so sweet to me. He held me for a bit after Elder Davis and the Zone Leaders left. I was crying - freaked out really - and it just felt so perfect in his arms.
Alan was the one who suggested that I go get my things and not wait for them to be mailed to me. He said he couldn't drive me but called one of his friends to come and do it.
Will was handsome but a bit old - in his 30's I would guess - and he kept looking at me with this little smirk. He was clearly gay and I couldn't figure out why I was so amusing to him.
When we got to the apartment, I was relieved to see no one was there. I picked up my suits and the few "P-day" clothes I had (preparation day: the day missionaries wash clothes, go grocery shopping, etc... it's the one day they are supposed to wear casual clothes). I would need the suits to look for work and heavens knew I needed some casual clothes now. I took half of the food in the apartment - I had bought at least half after all - along with my camera, pictures, journal, and a few other personal items. It felt strange to leave my scriptures, garments, nametag, and apartment key behind. I closed the door and felt like I was really closing that chapter of my life.
I used the apartment phone to leave messages for the Mission President, my Bishop back home, and my parents. I let them know I was okay, that I was leaving the Church, and that I would be in touch when things calmed down a little.
Will was gracious on the way back to the apartment. He seemed to understand that I was going through something and he gave me my space. When we got back to Alan's apartment he stopped me before we carried my stuff inside. "Listen, you seem like a good kid." He said. "You are going through a lot. Alan isn't really used to this, he isn't much for boyfriends or roommates. Give him his space and don't be upset when he needs time alone. Maybe you can give him something he needs as well."
I just nodded, not sure what he was really talking about. I was too caught up in my own thoughts to pay attention.
Alan:
I was able to get the video edited and posted before they got back (barely). And it was a hot one!
I was a bit worked up after watching that footage and had a hard on. Will noticed as they were carrying stuff in so just gave me a wink and said he had to take off.
I practically swept Scott off his feet and carried him into the bedroom. I thought about leaving the cameras off for this one, but decided this was going to be pretty hot. And what the hell, a guy's got to make a living (and the wage I get at the bank sure doesn't do that). He was so focused on the cock tenting my shorts that he didn't even notice me flip the switch that turned on the cameras.
I ground my crotch against his. We were both still dressed but I could feel his hard on straining to get to me. I pressed my lips against his and forced my tongue in this mouth. His lips opened willingly and his tongue embraced mine in an erotic dance.
Scott:
He was grinding his hips against me as if he were somehow fucking me through my clothes. He was so strong and forceful it just made me melt and give myself to him. When he kissed me, I took his tongue like it was his cock and savored every taste.
I longed to really get his dick in my mouth. I thought he would give it to me when he sat on my chest and rubbed his meat against my lips. Every time I would open my lips to receive him, however, he would pull away and give me that wicked little smile. I was whimpering I think. I wanted the taste of him, of his sweat, of his cum. At last he let me have it.
Alan:
I pushed my cock into his slutty little mouth. He nursed it like a baby on its bottle. He worked it into his mouth then down his throat like I had taught him. Damn this kid was a quick learner.
Scott:
At first he let me work my meat but he was impatient and began thrusting in and out of my mouth. He was using me like a cheap whore and I loved it. I could taste his pre-cum and wanted his load down my throat this time.
I kept picturing his ass flexing as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I wondered how his ass would feel against my cock. I had loved the feeling of Elder Davis's hole. I reached around and ran my fingers down his crack. He didn't say anything until my finger reached his hole.
He slapped my hand away, pulled his dick out of my mouth, leaned over and whispered: 'Listen... you are the pussy boy and I'm the top. You understand me?'
I was stunned and confused. Didn't he like getting fucked? It felt so incredible. How could anyone not like it? But I wanted his cock back in my mouth so I agreed. He shoved it back in and down my throat. I held onto his hips for some measure of control but made sure not to go near his ass.
Alan:
I kind of enjoyed the confused and hurt look on Scotts face. I enjoyed even more the renewed attention he gave my cock. He seemed desperate to make me happy - to please me. I force fed my cock to him and he ran his tongue through my foreskin before sucking me down his throat.
I couldn't hold back any more. I shoved my meat deep into his throat and - with my balls against his lips - pumped my cum way past his tonsils. After the first few shots I pulled back to let him taste the rest of it. He licked and savored and milked my cock until I was dry.
"Good boy." I said as I climbed off his chest. I lay beside him and kissed him as he beat his own meat. When he was done I turned off the cameras.
Scott:
Alan really called in favors for me and helped me get a job within just a couple of days. The only bad thing was that I was working the swing shift (3 to 11) so I wouldn't be home with Alan as much as I wanted. The money was good though - better than I deserved really - so I took it.
Alan:
Now that I had my evenings free (I had to fuck an old buddy of my for that favor), I was free to get some new footage for the website. I hadn't posted anything since the footage of my blowjob the day Scott had moved in and my fans were getting restless.
I saw the kid in the bar. A new face but not so naive as Scott. He was into me and it didn't take much to get him to come home with me. I got him to sign the release form without too much trouble. I think the idea of being 'in porn' really turned him on. I just wish it were that easy with Scott. I still hadn't figured out how to get that.
I took the kid - I think his name was Randy - into the bedroom and stripped him before turning on the camera. The footage was great. Here was this naked twink unzipping me and pulling my cock out of my jeans and going to town. I was hard to start with and he was doing a very good job of getting me harder. I was clearly not the first cock down his gullet.
I held the back of his head as I thrust into his mouth. My balls were drawing up and I had to make a decision. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and gestured for him to turn around. He quickly obeyed. He bent over, held his ass cheeks apart, and begged me to fuck him.
I didn't bother to tease his ass but just pushed right in. Despite his being a new face in the bars, this ass had been well used in the past. There was little resistance - in fact it seemed to pull me in like quicksand. It was tight enough though and felt great. His ass lips really worked my meat and I went in and out. I made sure I leaned back a little so the camera in the ceiling got some good shots of my going in and out of his hole.
It was strange though. I kept picturing my dick in Scott's hole. Scott's hole was tighter - almost like it was made for my cock. I thrust in and out a few more times before shooting a load up Randy's ass.
I flicked the camera switch off and lay down to catch my breath. It took me a second to realize the kid was looking at me funny. 'What's wrong?" I asked.
'Who's Scott? You called me Scott while you were cuming?"
We had time so I let Randy (or whatever his name was) sit under my desk and work my dick while I edited the footage. It seemed to mollify his hurt ego and he even got a second load out of me. Then, just to be a nice guy, I let him watch the edited footage while I sucked a load out of him.
He was still gone an hour before Scott made it home from work.
Scott:
I was tired by the time I got home that first night. I was still horny though (hey, I was 19, what do you expect?). The whole way home I had been picturing Alan riding my ass then falling asleep in his arms. When I got home, however, he was reading a book and said he was just too tired.
The whole week was like that. I would come home, horny as hell, and almost beg for him to fuck me. He would have an excuse every time. I suppose I should have figured something was up, but I was so innocent then. I was totally unprepared for how tough gay life could be.
Alan:
I really hated hurting Scott's feelings, but I had a website to run. I needed footage on the days when Scott was working. On Saturday morning, the first day we were both off on the same day, I woke him up by sticking my cock up his sweaty little hole.
That woke him up all right. He screamed in surprise but soon got with it. He rode my cock and told me again and again how much he loved me. 'I love you to.' I whispered back. I sounded convincing but wasn't even sure what love really meant. I didn't turn on the camera for that time though. I told myself it was just because I had enough footage of Scott for now.
I spent the entire day Saturday with Scott. We went shopping, I bought him some new underwear (he didn't have any since he wasn't wearing 'Mormon underwear' anymore... he had been freefalling since moving in), and we had lunch on Halsted Street (in Chicago's gay district) before hitting the bars. I know it made him feel good for me to stand there with my arm around his tight little waist and show him off to the crowd. A few people looked at us funny and I knew they must have enjoyed my site a time or two. No one said anything to Scott thank goodness.
I think that was the first time Scott had tried alcohol - I had forgotten that Mormon's don't drink. He tried my beer but didn't like it at all (made him ill he said) so I got him a vodka-cranberry which he seemed to enjoy much better - he drank four of them like they were juice and I had to take him home.
The next day, while Scott was sleeping off his hangover, I met Will for coffee. He asked me how my 'new roommate was' and I told him about the bar the night before. We chatted for a few minutes but Will seemed distracted. It got on my nerves so I asked him what was wrong.
He seemed embarrassed. "He seems like such a good kid... and he is beautiful... and... I can't stop thinking about him."
I wasn't sure what to say but, after a minute or so, he continued.
"I've watched the video's you guys did together and it made it worse..."
"What do you want?"
"I want to fuck him."
"You want to fuck my boyfriend?"
He gave me a little grin. "Boyfriend? I though you told me last weekend that he was just a roommate staying with you until he gets his feet on the ground."
"Well, yeah. But..." I had said that. I was still saying it to people.
"Come on, Alan. I'll pay you for it. The same as we did that other guy you brought home last year."
Maybe the thought of someone else fucking Scott should have made me angry. But the though of Will fucking him kind of turned me on. "This is going to be a tough sell." I said with a sigh.
Scott:
When I woke up, Alan wasn't there. I felt like crap and thought my head would explode. I could barely stand up but hadn't actually got sick so at least I could be grateful for that.
Alan came back a few minutes later and it sounded like someone else was with him. He came into the bedroom alone though. He rubbed my forehead and asked me how I was.
"I never want to see alcohol again." I told him.
He smiled. "Actually, what you need is a little hair of the dog that bit you." He handed me a glass and I could tell by the smell that it was the same thing I had been drinking the night before. I groaned.
"The trick is just to have a little and stop. You don't need to drink of them in an hour. Go ahead and have a sip."
I sat up and had a sip. It tasted good. We talked and I drank the rest of the glass. I was feeling a little buzzed in no time. Alan was kissing me and rubbing my dick through my new boxer briefs. I was hard. He told me to close my eyes. I did and he kept kissing me as he fished my dick out of my shorts. I felt a mouth wrap itself around my dick and work me over. It took me a minute to realize that he couldn't be sucking me if he was kissing me. I opened my eyes and saw his friend Will with my cock buried to the hilt between his lips.
I tried to jump away, but Alan held me down. "Shhhh... It's ok. Will just likes you a lot.
I looked at him like he was from another planet.
"It's ok. The real world isn't like 'Leave it to Beaver' or 'Ozzie and Harriet'. You can love me and still be with him." He went back to kissing me.
It felt so good - one guy kissing me while the other sucked my cock. Despite the strangeness I decided to go along. I lay back and let it happen.
Alan:
It had been way easier than I thought. Between the alcohol and his own horniness Scott barely protested at all. And I had turned on the cameras when Will came into the room.
Will clearly loved the taste of Scott's cock and pre-cum. He was really going to town. He was moving on that cock like a jackhammer. It wouldn't be long before my little ex-missionary shot his load down my friend's throat.
As I expected I felt Scott tense up and knew he was shooting. Will backed up enough to take my boyfriends cum in his mouth then nursed the cock dry. He spit the cum out into his hand (if I knew Will he hadn't spit it all out, the guy was a big of a cum whore as Scott) and used it to lube up his cock.
When he pulled Scott's legs onto his shoulders and placed his dick against his hole, I thought there would be more protesting. I decided the best way to avoid it was to give his mouth something else to do. I knelt beside Scott and fed him my cock. He took the distraction and didn't say anything as Will pushed into his ass. Will's cock was at least as big as mine, maybe a big thicker, and Scott moaned around my dick.
"Oh yeah." Will was moaning. "I knew this ass was going to be perfect."
He was pumping in and out of the tight hole like there was no tomorrow.
Scott:
My second three-way was different. When Alan and I were with Elder Davis - Bryan - we weren't a couple. This was different and I felt a bit dirty. But it felt so good.
Will was 'into me' in a way that even Alan wasn't. He almost seemed to idolize me the way that I idolized Alan. Alan was feeding me his cock from off to the side so I could look Will in the eyes.
And Will was looking back. And he looked like he was in love. I felt bad for him, I already had Alan after all, and wanted to make him feel good. So I began to squeeze my ass around his dick. With each thrust I would relax and each time he would pull back I would squeeze.
"Oh yeah, baby. Work that dick." Will was panting. "Work it baby, I'm gonna shoot."
Alan's dick was leaking pre-cum and I knew he was close as well. Maybe a minute later I saw Will tense up. When he came it was like his dick had an earthquake in side my ass. He shot wad after wad and didn't even slow down. He just kept fucking me as he stayed hard.
Alan turned my head slightly toward him, buried his cock balls deep against my lips, and shot his load deep into my throat. By the time I had milked the last drops from his dick, Will was tensing up again.
I let Alan's dick slide from my lips. "Yeah, fuck me Will. Cum in me."
He leaned over and kissed me, licking my mouth clean of Alan's hot load. Again I felt his cock swell and tremble in my ass and he shot his second load there. When he was done, he pulled out and lay beside me. Alan was on one side, Will on the other, and both were kissing my chest, neck, and belly. I was hard in no time.
Will rolled over so his back was to me and guided my dick to his hole. He was already lubed even though I hadn't seen it. I pushed in to his hole and it gripped me like a boa constrictor. I slowly began pumping in and out.
It turned out that Alan was hard again as well since I felt his cock gaining entry into my cummy ass. We lay on our sides. My dick in Will's ass and Alan's dick in mine. We were like three sidewinder snakes squirming on the mattress.
It only took a few minutes before I came again and the contractions of my ass brought my boyfriend over the edge. We fell asleep that way and didn't wake up until Sundown.
Alan:
Now that Scott was reintroduced to three-ways, I felt a little less guilty about bringing home tricks for the website. Since I had posted Scott's first video, the membership on my site had doubled. I had started to get some messages that I was showing too much of him, so I only filmed him once a week or so. I still needed to bring up the site to him but was afraid of what would happen when I did.
Scott:
I had gotten over the weirdness of the three-way with Will and everything seemed to be settling down. Ever since that first morning after meeting Alan, however, people had been looking at me funny. Not everyone, of course, just random strangers here and there. The guy while I was waiting at the bank who gave me a smile. The guy walking down the street with his wife or girlfriend who looked almost started (I could feel his eyes trained on my ass until I turned a corner and they were out of sight).
I had been living with Alan for over a month when I was sitting in a coffee shop passing the time before work. I didn't care for coffee any more than I did beer but would buy bottled water and watch the guys go by.
This particular day, I was reading a book and didn't notice when a guy came up to my table and sat down. He cleared his throat and I looked up with a start. I had never seen him before, I was sure of that, but he seemed to act like he knew me. He was about forty-something with a bald spot and a bulging belly.
"You're him aren't you?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're the one they call "The Missionary" on that website? Right? You are even hotter in person."
"What website? What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on. We're all adults here, nothing to be ashamed of. I was just wondering if you do anything on the side. You know, like escorting?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Yeah. Whatever." He tossed me a business card. "You change your mind and want to make a bit of money, give me a call." I watched in disbelief as he walked away.
All day at work, I couldn't concentrate. I got yelled at by my supervisor a couple times and finally said I wasn't feeling well and wanted to go home early. They put up a fuss but let me go.
I got home at about 8PM and headed for the bedroom. As I walked into the kitchen I heard noises from the bedroom - very familiar noises. I opened the door slightly and peaked in.
Alan was lying on the bed with some blonde guy - a guy about my age if not a little younger - riding his meat like he was in heaven.
"Oh my god!"
"Shit!" Alan scrambled up, pushing the blonde onto the floor in the process.
"What are you doing?" I asked. I was hurt, betrayed, and crushed. It was bad enough that we had played with Will (at least that was together) but he was fucking this kid while I was supposed to be at work.
"It's not what you think." Alan paused. "Ok, it is what you think but it's more complicated than that.
About this time the blonde had crawled off the floor and got a good look at me. The disgruntled look faded as he saw me. "Oh, you're him. You're 'The Missionary.'"
"Shut the fuck up." Alan yelled at the blonde.
"What is this about 'The Missionary'. That's the second time today someone said that to me."
Alan started to say something, but the blonde cut him off. "The website. His website." He gestured at Alan. "You know the videos you did for him. He calls you 'The Missionary'".
I looked at Alan who looked like someone caught with his pants down (literally). "Videos? Website?"
Alan walked over to me and put his hands around me. "Baby..."
I pulled away. "Just tell me."
He looked me in the eyes. "I wanted to tell you but didn't know how you'd react. I run a gay porn site. I bring guys home and have sex with them for the site. Usually they know before hand, some guys I tell after we are done. After you left that first day, I didn't think I would ever see you again or that you would ever know about my site, so I just put the video of that first time up. Then when you came back with Elder Davis, I did it again."
"God, there must be six or seven videos with you now." The blonde piped in. He seemed to be enjoying this. The bitch.
"How could you do this?" I was crying. "I love you... loved you. Trusted you."
"I told you, the real world isn't like TV shows. It just doesn't work that way."
"And that's an excuse? That justifies what you did?" I couldn't take it anymore; I turned around and walked out.
Alan:
When he left I was devastated. I didn't know what to do. I had hurt him and knew it. I was wrong.
"What's with all the drama?" The blonde asked. He was lying on his stomach on the bed and flexed his ass a couple times. "So are we going to finish?"
"Get the hell out."
When he was finally gone I went out looking for Scott. I wandered the neighborhood but there was no sign of him. I came home and the apartment was still empty. I sat on the couch watching the front door. I waited. At about two in the morning the door opened and he came in. His eyes were red but he had run out of tears."
"Scott, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." I hurried over to him but he put his arm up and held me away.
"I have nowhere else to go, can I sleep on the couch tonight?"
I tried to get him to come to the bedroom but he refused again and again. Finally I brought him some blankets and pillows and let him go to sleep.
I couldn't sleep all night and called off work the next day. At about 7 O'clock I went out to the front room and watched Scott sleeping. I wanted so much to hold him but I didn't want to wake him. I finally drifted off to sleep to the sound of him breathing.
Scott:
Alan had said, on the day I moved in, that it would never last. And he was right. We tried to work things out for the next couple weeks but I couldn't get past feeling betrayed and he seemed to resent my feelings. He didn't like that I couldn't go along with the idea of the website. He tried to get me to join him with other guys to convince me it was harmless, but it just felt cheap and dirty.
In the end, I moved out. I got my own place and, after a couple months, started going to the bars and tried dating other guys. I still see Alan now and again, although we don't really talk. We just wave or raise a glass to each other from across the room and remember our brief time together.