This is a continuation of a ficitonal account loosely based upon my mission in France and Belgium during the early 1970s. Though many of the circumstances and events actually happened, it is still a piece of fiction and represents what I would have liked to have had happen!
Gary
Part IX - On The Way To Brussels Conference
The next few weeks were full of hard work and good times. Elder M and I were like a machine, pumping out the hours tracting and, as a result, teaching a lot more discussions than before. People wondered why all of a sudden our results went up so dramatically from before. President Brown even dropped by one Sunday and interviewed both of us trying to discover what was making us more successful.
Elder M and I didn't even have to wonder. We knew it was because we loved each other and worked as one together. We both had strong testimonies. We both had committed to each other to work hard. We both loved the people we worked with in Seraing. We both felt the Spirit. We both played hard as well. In short, the secret to our success was our ability to become one. From the perspective of many decades, I know our unity both in mind and spirit was perceived by those we met and that brought them closer to the Gospel. Soon, we had two more families at the edge of the font ready to be baptized. We were feeling like the Sons of Mosiah, full of fire and ready to change the world.
After the baptism of the Dumont family and our confessions to each other on the walk home, our personal relationship only strengthened. We would work hard all day long but not feel labored because we were with each other. At night, we would come home and collapse on the bed. It was getting warmer outside so we didn't need as much heat. We'd strip to our garments. I always enjoyed watching Elder M get undressed. I was finally able to keep my erections to a minimum but my love for Elder M was working on my ability to resist the temptation to be with him physically. A lot of nights, we would have a wrestling match in the room then end up on his or my bed, a mass of sweat and hard body. More than several times, we'd grab each others crotch area "accidentally" as we tried to toss the other to the floor. I know I felt a hard dick once or twice. But I just chalked it up to overflowing testosterone in Elder M.
The nicest thing that grew and became an important part of our lives was our affection for each other. Elder M was one of those rare men that had no problem showing affection for another man. He explained that in his family, everyone hugged and kissed each other, even the brothers. It was just a natural part of their intimate lives. It wasn't meant to be sexual or erotic, just an expression of a person's affection for the other person. I wasn't going to complain! Elder M was a very affectionate guy and we would spend some time after wrestling or just before bed expressing our feelings for each other both verbally and physically. When we said we loved each other, we really meant it. When we hugged each other, we didn't give 3 pats on the back and let loose. We'd truly hold each other, something we normally did in our garments which certainly pleased me. And when we gave each other a brotherly kiss, it was sincere and meaningful and without gall.
If, indeed, there could be a replay of the love that Jonathan and David had for each other or that Jesus and John the Beloved had for each other, Elder M and I were living that life. And it was good.
A month after the Dumont baptism, we got a notice that all Elders were to meet in Brussels for a mission-wide conference with Apostle Boyd K. Packer. All Elders would meet at the Brussels Chapel on Saturday for a daylong conference with the Mission President and the Assistants. During the day, each missionary would have the opportunity to be interviewed by an Apostle of the Lord. We would stay over Saturday night in either the mission home or in nearby hostels and attend a Brussels District member conference before returning back to our cities. Elder Simpson was still the Zone Leader and he wanted all the Liege Zone to travel together on the train to Brussels which meant meeting at the Liege Central station and then going as a group.
Both Elder M and I were excited. President Brown had asked Elder M and I to take 10 minutes and discuss the reasons our missionary work had become so effective recently. That really made Elder M excited! He was the District Leader and would take most of the time. I really didn't want to say a whole lot. He spent a few days preparing his presentation but made sure that I knew I would have to speak for 2 or 3 minutes regarding my views and perception. I said that'd be fine but I wasn't sure what I'd say.
Finally, the day came for the time to travel to Brussels. It was only an hour train ride from Liege. Since the Conference started at 8:00am, we needed to be at the train station by 6:00am in order to catch a 6:10am train. Elder M and I were up and out the door early catching a 5:30am bus to Liege station. There we waited for everyone else all of whom dragged in before we were supposed to leave. We went over to buy our tickets. I stood in line behind Elder Peters. The two of us were a little sheepish over what happened in the locker room at the Liege Chapel but we were still happy to see each other.
"Hey, how are ya, Elder," I asked him trying to think of something clever to say.
"Good. You?" he replied.
"Fine. Yup. Fine." We both sort of stood there for a moment. "You looking forward to this conference?"
"Yeah, it should be fun to have the whole mission together. I'm looking forward to seeing the Elders that came from the LTM with me. You?"
"Oh yeah. That should be a blast!" By this time we were up to the window and each of us bought our ticket to Brussels. We stepped to the side. Elder M was with Elder Simpson and all the other missionaries were sort of asleep or buying Liegois gaufres (sort of a hot waffle you buy from a street vendor). So Elder Peters and I stayed together and chatted some while we waited for the train.
Finally, the Inter-City coach arrived and all of us got on. I looked around for Elder M but he was going over his presentation with the Zone Leader. Again, an empty seat was next to Elder Peters so I reluctantly sat down. I was only reluctant because Elder Peters was still as good looking as he ever was. He stirred my inner fires and I was afraid of the same effect happening to me again like in the locker room. I also didn't want Elder M to think anything was happening between us.
The two of us sat quietly for a few minutes while the train pulled out of the station. The seats were small for Americans and our legs were pressed against each other while our arms and hands were only inches from each other. It took about two seconds for my dick to stir after I felt the warmth of Elder Peters' leg against mine. My mind reeled back to seeing him naked in the locker room, watching him turn towards me with his rigid pole and putting it close to my face. I tought about once again feeling Elder Peters' warm hand on my dick and my pants tented up to near full erection. Damn, I thought. Now what?
We grew more comfortable as we rode to Brussels. We talked about our investigators and how the work was going. We even managed to laugh some and relax our bodies some. We stretched out our legs and even pushed against each other like buddies would do. Elder Peters made a funny point about his companion and then rested his hand on my thigh just like he did in the locker room. The two of us paused and looked at each other. He didn't move his hand away and I didn't move my leg. After a few seconds of tension, Elder Peters moved his hand closer to my crotch. I was on fire. I laid back in the seat a bit and put my overcoat over my crotch and legs. His hand was covered. He got the message loud and clear and began to seek out my dick. It wasn't hard to find. I was hard as a rock and it was lying down my left leg. When his hand touched it through my suit, I nearly came in my pants. He squeezed it and then reached up for my zipper. I helped him bring down my zipper quietly. I looked around to see if anyone was looking but everyone was either asleep or reading. I adjusted my slouch enough so that he could reach in and find my garment flap and dig in there and touch the bare skin of my hard dick. It was like electricity. Somehow we managed to maintain our demeanor so as not to raise any suspicions. But here he was, this gorgeous hunk, stroking my dick on the train! I hadn't masturbated to ejaculation for over a year now. I was unable to stop my semen from rising from my balls and exploding into my garments after a few minutes of massaging from Elder Peters. Somehow I had to control my massive orgasm so that no one else could see it. I raised my legs to put my feet on the floor. Elder Peters still had his hand on my cock. I sat up and pretended to sneeze into my coat but let out a silent scream. The shock waves of the orgasm reverberated in my knees and feet. It seemed like one year's worth of semen came out and covered Elder Peters hand who finally withdrew it from my pants. It was covered in semen. We both looked at it. He took the index finger of his left hand and touched it to the semen and then put it in his mouth. What a tease!
After I was finally able to control my response, I stood up with my coat in front of me and excused myself to go to the bathroom. There, in this tiny 3 foot by 3 foot cubicle, I took down my pants and removed my shirt so I could take off my garments which were completely soaked in my slightly salty, creamy mixture. I was naked in the john. I brought up my garments to my nose and smelled them. I loved the smell of semen! I used the dry part of the garment as a washrag and washed off the rest of the semen from my leg and crotch. Then I dressed. Since I was wearing a sweater under my coat, no one could tell I wasn't wearing anything under my clothes. The feeling was actually pleasant to be letting my crotch run loose under my pants. I came out of the cubicle after shoving my wet garments in the deep pocket of my coat. I'd take care of them later. I sat back down next to Elder Peters who was smiling as though we shared a big secret.
"You can never tell anyone about this," I whispered to him.
He was grinning. "Don't worry. I'm just as guilty as you! I won't say a word to anyone. I bet it felt really good! It looked like you were having a good time."
"Oh yeah! You definitely know how to show a fellow a good time! What did you do with the mess on your hand?"
"I wiped it off on the newspaper there on the floor," he said pointing to a rumpled paper under the window. "Are you all wet?" "No, I took off my garments and dried myself off in the john. I have the garments in my coat pocket."
"Oh, so you don't have any underwear on?! Cool! Here let me feel you," Elder Peters said while trying to feel my crotch again.
"Oh no, you don't. Once is enough!"
"Never!"
"Geez, you pervert!" I said half jokingly. I actually would have loved to continue but we were getting close to Brussels and the group was starting to stir. "I'll see you later," I said to Elder Peters, leaving him with a touch of my hand on his cheek and a smile that I suppose was to encourage him. I wasn't really sure what I wanted from him but I suspected we hadn't seen the last of each other.
The train stopped at Brussels Midi Station and all of us got off. The Assistants to the President were there and took us to the Brussels chapel which was only 10 minutes away. I joined up with Elder M and Elder Peters got back with his companion. But we managed to look at each other and wink while going to the Chapel.