This is a continuation of a fictional account of my mission in France and Belgium during the early 1970s. Though many of the circumstances and events are real, it is still fictional and represents what I would have liked my mission to have been like.
Gary
TRUE COMPANION
Part II - The First Morning
The alarm went off at 5:30am. It was one of the companion's responsibility to get up a half hour early and put a large pan of water on the stove and turn the heat up. Then he could jump back in bed and reset the alarm for 6:00am. This first morning, Elder M slammed down the alarm and then quickly got up and put water in a 6 quart pan and then turned up the heat then he jumped back into the bed six inches from my head. I watched him do this icy dance hoping to catch a glimpse of a morning woodie to match the one raging under my blanket. He was too quick! Damn. At 6:00am, we both pulled our legs over the edge of the bed along with a blanket and said good morning. I was really glad to see he wasn't a morning person! Droopy eyes, deep stretches, yawns and no smile. That's the proper way to meet the cold morning! He did rock, scissors and paper to see who would go to the bathroom first. He won. So he put on his slippers and robe and slowly shuffled out the door to the john. I leaned back and paid some attention to the woodie that I'd taken out of my Gs. I stroked it for a few minutes. Back in the LTM, I'd made a promise to my Branch President that I wouldn't masturbate during my mission. I spent most of my teen years masturbating 2 or 3 times a day and trying to stop in order to go on my mission was nearly impossible. My home ward Bishop worked with me for a couple of months before my papers went in. I was pretty good then. But it was my BP at the LTM that finally got me to stop. It could have had something to do with the lack of privacy at the LTM but the two months of forced celibacy from my 7" best friend was enough to keep me honest up to this point.
Elder M. came back into the room and I went off to do my duty in the cold water closet. When I came back, Elder M was stripped to his waist and was washing his arm pits and chest area at the sink.
"Time for the good ol' missionary spit bath," he said with his back turned to me. "We only take a shower once a week. On Saturday, we'll go over to the public bath house and get a good shower. But for now, we just use the sink." He rinsed off his torso and then put his red hair under the single temperature faucet and got it wet, applied the shampoo and then washed his red locks. He rinsed them with the cold water. Then, he took his cloth and put plenty of soap on it and reached down to his crotch and ass and washed them with plenty of vigor. I caught a glimpse of this display while waiting my turn for the sink. He spent several minutes washing his balls and dick. I surmised he must be uncut because it took two hands to clean that area. Then, after a good cleansing, he took the rinse rag and applied cold water.
"Yikes," he shouted playfully as the cold water hit his genital area. "That'll make a boy out of you," he said back over his shoulder assuming I was listening. "Cold water and manhood don't mix!" He laughed and finished rinsing himself. He then stepped away, started to dry off between his legs while facing me and said, "Your turn."
"Thanks," I said somewhat hesitantly. I stepped up to the sink, passing him while he dried off. His top was still down and I got a good look at the hair covering his upper chest then trailing off to his belly button and below. His pecs were nice and solid and he had arm pits to die for - one of my peculiar fetishes!
I took down my upper garment and exposed my hairy chest. He took a quick look at it and whistled, "Wow, that should keep you warm in this cold weather!"
I was a little embarrassed and said, "No more than yours," pointing at his still exposed upper chest. He laughed and pulled off his garments to put them in the wash. He had a clean pair on the bed which he pulled on leg by leg then up over his ass and crotch and then put his arms through and then shook it all to make it fit in the right places. I saw a quick look at his red pubes around a nicely shaped, uncut dick. He wasn't embarrassed to make the ransformation in front of me.
I turned and started my hot water spit bath using the same time worn method of chest, pits, hair and crotch. But by now, my dick was catching air after seeing Elder M change his garments. I did all I could to think of every baseball game or student exam or girl I had ever dated in order to get my dick to go the other direction. Washing my crotch with soap and water didn't help much. But the cold water rinse helped a lot.
When I was done, Elder M was dressed and came over to the sink to start some breakfast of semolina and hot milk. I stepped back and went over to my bed, got some clean garments and took off the dirty ones. I laid them on the bed and grabbed the new ones, pulling up the bottom area so I could step into them. Elder M then turned to me as asked, "Is this the consistency you like your semolina?" He put the pan over in my direction. I turned to look with only one leg in my garment and my dick waving to the wind. He looked down at my semi-hard dick, laughed and said, "Don't worry, I salute the flag every morning, too!" I laughed and finished pulling on the garment while he put breakfast on the table.
We ate breakfast, got dressed and had companion and personal study until around 9:00am then, after a brief prayer together, we went out the door to spread the gospel. Overall, I was really happy. It seemed I had found a companion that was easy to be with and good looking and caring. I looked forward to being his junior.