This is a continuation of a fictional account of my mission in France and Belgium during the early 1970s. Though many of the circumstances, events and even some of the people are real, it is still fiction and is only what I would like to have happened.
Gary
Part XIV - Paul's Lessons
When we went back to Paul's the next evening, we were stunned by the difference. He met us at the door dressed in his best clothes. He had cleaned up the room and even got rid of the stale smoke and food smell. He had prepared some crackers for us to eat and even got some Coke for us (all Americans drink coke, right?). Paul really wanted to put on a good show for us. Both Elder M. and I were amazed when we saw the change in both Paul and his surroundings.
We sat at the table and I got out the flannel board while Elder M. and Paul chatted for a bit about nothing. Then Paul excitedly asked, "When can I go to Church with you?"
"Well, we have Church on Sunday and our meeting hall isn't too far from here. We start at 10:00am. Can you come then?" responded Elder M.
"No problem. Write the address down here and the time." Paul pushed a piece of paper over to Elder M. who wrote the address down and gave it back. "What should I wear?"
"What you have on now is great," I said.
"So, Paul, tell us how you feel about yesterday's lesson."
Paul began to tell us about his night and how he practiced praying like we had taught him. He told us how different that was from his Orthodox upbringing in Greece. He read the brochures we left and anticipated our return visit all day long. He said he was feeling better and happier than he had ever felt since leaving Greece.
Elder M. and I looked at each other, both of us thinking this guy was definitely golden!
Thus started an extraordinary week where we taught Paul all we could and then some. He was like a sponge, soaking up every word we said about the Gospel. He asked intelligent questions and accepted our responses even when we said we didn't know. When we presented the third discussion on the Word of Wisdom, he took his cigarettes and broke each one and threw them in the trashcan. He took the beer in his refrigerator and poured it down the drain in the sink. He had no problem keeping those commandments. In fact, he accepted all the precepts of the Gospel.
He learned how to pray and offered thoughtful, direct prayers that made me shiver with their sincerity. His behavior and demeanor improved with each visit. We felt we were making a real difference in his life.
We taught him all six discussions in 4 days. He started the Book of Mormon after we presented the fourth discussion and had read half the book by the next night. The only time he had a problem was when we came to chastity. As we described the law of chastity, his face became crestfallen. We could tell immediately that we had hit a snag. I was scared to death. Paul had accepted everything including even tithing but now with chastity he was clearly having a problem.
"Paul," Elder M asked. "Is there something you would like to say. All of a sudden you're pretty quiet."
Paul remained quiet for a second. "I, um, might have a problem here. I don't think I have kept this commandment."
Elder M advised him, "Paul, remember when we talked about repentance? We're not worried if in the past you have not kept the commandments. Now that you know better, when you are baptized you will make a promise to keep the commandments in the future and the past is wiped out. You'll be clean and new."
"But, what I have done is serious. I mean it involves another person."
"Are you currently in a relationship with someone that would break the Law of Chastity?" Elder M asked.
"No but I was when I was in Xania. We lived together for 2 years."
"Do you still have feelings for this person?"
"No, we broke up completely. We never write or talk. It's one of the reasons I left Crete."
"Are you willing to keep the commandment in the future?"
"Yes, oh yes! It feels good and I know it is the will of God."
"Then, Paul, you're ready to be baptized. You're willing to repent and change. That's the main requirement."
Paul looked at both of us. Tears started to fill his eyes. He spontaneously knelt down and began to pray in Greek. He paid no heed to us being there but you could feel his repentant spirit as he poured his heart out to his Father. Eventually, he changed back to French for his prayer. Both Elder M. and I dropped to our knees as well. We both began to cry at the example offered by this sincere believer. After several minutes with all of us in deep spiritual thought, Paul stood up and invited both of us to drink a toast. So the three of us poured some Coke into three glasses and Paul said, "To Elder Millett and Elder Roark who brought me the true gospel." We lifted our glasses, put them down and just smiled broadly. Clearly, Paul was ready to join the fold.
That Sunday, Paul came to Church with us. I was really afraid that he wouldn't be welcomed but the good members in Seraing took him into their midst. We introduced him to the Dumonts who were still coming out to Church.
After the morning meetings, we brought Paul home to our apartment for lunch before going back to Sacrament meeting in the afternoon. The three of us were growing close. Paul was a couple of years older than either of us but we got along really well. He would tell us about his home in Xania on the island of Crete. He would go fishing everyday along with his father. He had 3 younger brothers that went with them as well. Elder M. made the immediate comparison with his family. He showed us pictures of his home. It was right on the water with the Mediterranean lapping its shore. The house appeared to be adobe and was small. There were chickens and an outdoor kitchen with a wood stove like a pizza oven. They had an outdoor toilet/shower combination. His father ran a bus between Xania and Kastelli on the western end of the island.
After lunch, the three of us talked. I laid down on my bed and Elder M. sat down on his. We actually had a shortage of chairs in that small place. Paul sat on Elder M.'s bed and we just chewed the fat all afternoon until it was time to go to Sacrament.
After Sacrament meeting, we invited Paul back to our place and we had some bread and cheese with some yogurt. We showed him some filmstrips. We talked Gospel all night until nearly midnight. When we noticed how late it was, Elder M. said, "Wow, it's really late. We need to get up early for work tomorrow."
"I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me for keeping you up so late. I need to go. Can we get together tomorrow?"
"Actually, tomorrow is our preparation day so we do errands in the morning then go to the Municipal Baths to clean ourselves since we don't have a bath here in the apartment," I said.
"I know the feeling. I have to go there to if I want to get a shower. How about in the evening. We could get together at my place."
Elder M. and I were very happy to do that. His baptism was scheduled for Saturday in Liege and we didn't want to lose him during the week.
After he left, Elder M. asked me, "Do you think Paul really understands what he's getting into?"
"I think so. After the other night when he learned about repentance, I think it finally dawned on him."
"I think so, too. I really like him a lot," Elder M confided while getting undressed. "I think he's really genuine and kind. He'd make a cool friend."
"I agree completely!"
We finished getting ready for bed, said our companion prayer while holding hands together and hugged each other as loving brothers. Life was good.
The next morning, we took our laundry to the regular place. The two of us then went to the baths for our weekly soak and shower. We were keeping the place for an hour now and looked forward to our time together. When we arrived at the Municipal Baths and paid our money, we walked into the locker room and discovered Paul there just sitting.
"Paul! Hi. What are you doing here?" Elder M asked. Both of us were just a little wary of this encounter.
"Hi Elders! I thought I'd take my shower today when you were here then we could go out and play today. Is that okay?"
Neither of us could resist those black eyes. At the same time, we weren't sure we should invite him to shower with us. Then again, we enjoyed his company and wanted him to feel accepted. It was a bit of a dilemma. Finally, after looking at me, Elder M. said, "Sure. It's great. We've got the family bath area for an hour and you can join us in there."
There. It was done. Elder M. in his innocence just invited a Greek god to join us as we got naked and soaked and showered. What was I to do? I was okay by this time with Elder M. We were used to each other and I rarely got hard ons anymore when I was with him unless he touched me. But now, this beautiful man was to join us and I was already feeling familiar stirring down below.
Once we closed and locked the door behind us, we put our stuff down and Elder M started to fill up the soaking tub. Paul started to undress as we did. He took off his shirt revealing that black hair all over his torso which covered a nice set of pecs and a flat, strong stomach. He took off his pants and I saw his legs which were equally as covered in black hair. He was standing there in his dark blue underwear. Meanwhile, Elder M and I started to undress but when we got to our garments, we stopped for a second and looked at each other.
I turned to Paul and said, "Paul, after you join the Church, there are other things which you can do including going to the Temple. Remember when we talked about Temples the other night? Well, once you go through the Temple, a garment is placed on you to remind you of your covenants. We wear the garment as underwear all the time except for bathing or sports. So, as you can see, both Elder Millett and I are wearing this." At that time, we both removed our pants and were standing there in our garments.
Paul was a little surprised and then he started to chuckle. Then we started to chuckle. After all, we did look a little weird. Paul came up to me and looked at my garments. He asked what the markings were for and I said he'd find out once he went through the Temple. He looked at the flap on the back for bathroom duty and actually opened mine a bit revealing my ass. He just started shaking his head and said something in Greek and started to remove his underwear while we took off our garments.
I wish it were that simple - just removing some clothing. Paul removed his dark blue briefs and revealed this incredibly beautiful cock that I wanted to fall down before and worship. It wasn't huge but it was perfectly proportioned and rested on a large ball sack which contained two large testicles from heaven. He was uncut as are most Europeans and his foreskin tightly covered the helmet head on his cock. The entire package from black eyes to black chest hair to perfect dick sent me over the edge and my dick popped up like the thermometer in July. There was nothing I could do about it, either. There I was naked and a boner with two beautiful men. Elder M. was also naked by this time and his dick was semi-hard. Even Paul's dick began to extend out of the foreskin to reveal the tip of his head.
Normally, Elder M. and I would sit in the soaking tub for 10 or 15 minutes before showering. The three of us walked over. We explained to Paul that we both fit in with some room to spare. Paul was the first to get in and sit down on one end. Elder M. and I just looked at each other then I climbed in and then Elder M. climbed in. It was a tight fit. Elder M. sort of sat next to me but mostly on my leg. We both faced Paul who was at the other end with his feet rubbing against our dicks and balls. My hand was on Elder M's dick by this time but not by design. I could tell he had gone hard. My feet were also touching Paul's equipment and it didn't take an architect to see he had a steel beam there.
We laughed and played some like Elder M. and I usually do. Throw some water. Grab at each other. After some time, it was pretty natural. We felt very comfortable with Paul and he felt comfortable with us. Being naked with guys was just a normal thing to be as Elder M. used to say. And hard ons were part of the business!
After 15 minutes of play, we all got out and walked over to where the showers were. There were two heads and the three of us stood around them, washing ourselves and each other. All of us were rock hard. We tried to make jokes about it. Elder M. told Paul about how he and is Dad and brothers used to go skinny dipping at hot springs in New Mexico. Paul said he and his Dad and brothers would swim naked in the ocean. He just said it was a very a natural state. As for me, I bit my tongue. I wanted so badly to suck them both off but I just played along with the buddy routine. I have to admit, it was fun to wash Paul's back and ass and have him wash mine. His hands on my back and ass were like manna from heaven.
After showering, we dried off and just sat there naked for a while, cooling down and talking about our families. That part was actually pretty fun and non-sexual. I really liked Paul. Were I not a missionary, I would have pursued a relationship with him. Here I was, sitting down with two beautiful men, naked, happy, content. I could spend my life with both of them.