This is a continuation of a fictional account of a part of my mission in France and Belgium during the early 1970s. Though many of the circumstances and experiences are true, it is still fiction and more a reflection of what I would have liked to have happen.
Gary
------------------------- Part XI - The Next Day
"Elder, wake up. We overslept." Elder M. was shaking my shoulder. I was deep into a very erotic dream about walking naked all over my school and jacking off on the stage where I did so many performances. There was a large audience of missionaries in front of the stage with suits on but zippers down. Elder M. was on stage with me getting ready to take a shower. "Come on, Elder," he kept insisting trying to wake me. "We need to get going."
"What?" I was barely coming back to reality.
"The others have gone. I don't know why the Zone Leader didn't wake us up but everyone else has gone to the member conference. Now come on, it's 7:00am and we need to get out of here." Elder M. was straightening up his bed. He had his garments on but nothing us. "I'm going in to get a quick shower." He took off his garments and put on his pajama bottoms and grabbed a towel and took off.
"I'll be right there," I shouted after him. I threw the covers back, took off my garments and put on my PJ bottoms and followed him to the shower.
The two of us rushed through our morning clean up. We shaved in the bathroom and then got in the shower and took a quick one. I didn't even take a lot of time to watch his body. We ran back to the room, put on our clean clothes and gathered out things and took off for the Chapel arriving there about 5 minutes later.
The General Priesthood meeting had started at 6:30am. Elder M. and I snuck in the back door and found two chairs on the back row. We tried to blend in with the other 200 missionaries hoping we weren't noticed. Unfortunately, Elders Simpson and Betrand were two rows ahead of us.
"Nice of you two to make it," remarked our beloved Zone Leader with a bit of a smirk.
"Nice of you to wake us up when you got up," Elder M. whispered back. Elder Simpson just smiled and went back to paying attention to the conference. Elder M. mouthed something like "asshole" but I couldn't tell for sure.
At the end of General Priesthood meeting, Elder Hincks, one of the Assistants, came up to us and said, "Elder Millett, President Brown would like to see you and Elder Roark right after the 10:00am meeting in the District President's office."
"Great," Elder M. said, somewhat unconvincingly. "We'll be there. Thanks."
After Elder Hincks left, Elder M. groaned, "Oh great! Now what trouble are we in. I didn't think he saw us coming in late like that. Flip! I hope that friend of yours, Elder Peters, didn't say anything about us last night or anything. He must have heard us talking about jacking off."
"First, he's not my 'friend' as you say. We don't have any connection. Second, we weren't doing anything wrong last night. Now if he'd come see us in the Baths back home, we might have a bigger problem." We both laughed.
"I guess we'll find out. Let's go get a gaufre in the Relief Society room. I hear they've got some refreshments for the missionaries."
The 10:00am session of member conference was pretty good. Elder Packer spoke to the members with one of the members translating for him. The member was a lot better at simultaneous translation than me! Elder Packer started talking about his farm in Brigham City and the member didn't miss a beat. There were about 500 to 600 members at the conference which put us missionaries in nooks and crannies around the cultural hall and in different offices.
After the session, Elder M. and I went to the District President's office and waited for the Mission President, President Brown, with some trepidation. After 10 minutes or so, he arrived trailing a bunch of members behind him. President Brown was a French Professor at Yale so everyone appreciated his ability to communicate. A few minutes later, Elder M. and I were alone with the President in the District office.
"Well, Elders, thanks for taking some time to see me today. I want you to know how grateful I am for the marvelous presentation you gave yesterday on the value of being one with your companion. I was very touched by your obvious affection for each other and pleased you would bring in the Savior so effectively in your presentation. I'm sure the rest of the mission felt the same as I did."
"Thanks, President," offered Elder M. "We appreciated the opportunity to contribute in any way we could."
"I appreciate that attitude. In fact, I'm going to ask you to do a favor for me. President Stone of the Antwerp mission, which takes in the other half of Belgium, was here to hear your presentation and he asked if I would allow you to go to Antwerp and make the same presentation there that you did there. He was so impressed by your spirit that he wanted his missionaries to learn the importance of brotherly love. How do you feel about doing that?"
Elder M. looked over at me. I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head. He turned back to the President and said, "President Brown, we would be more than happy to do whatever the Lord would require of us. Just say the word."
"Somehow, I knew you'd respond that way. It turns out that the mission conference for the Antwerp mission is being held next weekend in Antwerp at the Chapel there. So, you'll return back to Liege tonight with your Zone then next Thursday, I want you to travel to Antwerp from there and meet with the Mission President on Thursday evening then take Friday to prepare your presentation. You might want to expand your ideas some. But you can talk that over with President Stone. You'll make the actual presentation on Saturday morning like you did here. They do have a visiting authority who I believe is Marion G. Romney of the First Presidency. You'll enjoy meeting with him as well. Any questions?"
We looked at each other and shook our heads no.
"Great! Well, keep up the good work. You two are true companions in the best sense of the word. Make the best use of the time you have together. I look forward to hearing how the Antwerp Conference goes." By this time he had escorted us to the door and was shaking our hand. "May the Lord bless you both."
We were out the door and he was already busy with members waiting to see him.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked Elder M. while walking down the hallway.
"Wow! I think it's great. We get a trip outside the mission and get to see more of Belgium. Plus we get another great missionary conference. What do YOU think?"
"I'm stoked, man. I think this will be a blast."
The Zone left the Chapel via taxi and Assistant VW bus and caught the 6:00pm express to Liege. I saw Elder Peters again at the train station. He took me aside while the others sat and waited for the train.
"What happened to you last night? I thought we'd have some time to play around. Did I do something wrong?"
I wasn't sure how to respond. "Look, Elder Peters. I have to admit I'm really attracted to you. I obviously can't hide that. And under other circumstances, I would give anything to play with an incredibly good-looking guy like you. It's all I can do to keep my hands off you right now." That was true. His chiseled chin and heavy eyebrows with blue inset eyes were really turning me on. He was standing right next to me, close enough that we could play if we wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to!
"Well, then, let's go somewhere. We have enough time to do some serious sucking!"
I was tempted. Elder Peters grabbed his cock under his coat and made sure I saw the outline of his dick in his pants. But I had to hold back this time. Elder M. was just over there sitting down and I didn't feel comfortable sneaking off. I'm sure he would have followed. "My comp is just over there. He's looking at us. I know he'd follow us if we snuck off together. We'll just have to wait for another time."
"Fuck. Man, I've been dreaming about you ever since Liege," whispered Elder Peters in a husky, sexually tense voice. "Man, I just want to get our cocks together and drink your juice. Sure we don't have time?"
"Not now. But keep those thoughts! We'll do it sometime. I want to as bad as you. But not now." I put my hand on the outline of his hard dick under his suit and squeezed it. Elder P. groaned. I smiled, told him to write me a letter and then left him and sat next to Elder M.