Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2004 18:55:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mission Interrupted, Part 2

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MISSION INTERRUPTED

Chapter II

I steered the pickup out of the parking lot of the church, where I'd
spent some of the best months of my mission so far. I'd grown fond of the
people in the area and I felt a strong connection to the land as well,
the mesas in the distance, the rugged walls of Canyon de Chelly.

"Um ... are we going to go anywhere? I think you can safely turn on to
the road just about any time now."

I jerked my head, realizing I had lost myself in thought. Elder Lopez
smirked at first, then saw something in my eyes and immediately reached
over and touched my hand, which still gripped the stick shift.

"I'm sorry you're leaving so suddenly," he said. "I know it's all my
fault. I should have thought about how this would affect you when I
agreed to this... I probably should have just gone home."

"No, no, no, Elder, that's not the answer," I said quickly. "I was
probably due to rotate out soon enough anyway. I can always come back on
a P-day or at a conference and say good-bye to a few folks. I'm going to
be fine. We're going to be great together."

I smiled and as I looked back into his eyes, I decided I meant what I was
saying. Those eyes, those brown eyes that had captured me that first
afternoon in the church parking lot. What was it about him?

"Um ... I think we were going to head out ... " he said, giving my hand a
sort of lingering squeeze.

Dang. I can't let myself drift in that direction, I thought as I shifted
into first and turned onto the gravel road and headed for the highway out
of town.

I was taking the shorter route, which wound up the rim of the canyon,
through some of the prettiest landscapes on this part of the Rez. We rode
in silence for a few minutes, then Elder Lopez cleared his throat a
little and turned my way.

"I think you should know a little about why I got you in this mess," he
began. I nodded and he told me his story, about growing up on the Rez and
spending school years in Utah, about how his parents died and left him to
an older uncle, a medicine man who had little time to help a young boy.
That's how he ended up spending almost all his time in Utah.

"I still got a little mixed up, about who I am and where I came from," he
said. "And I was pretty mixed up in other ways too." He paused and I
looked over, into his eyes again. "You know?" he said, and I felt that
chill, that jolt.

I couldn't say anything, but my face gave me away, I'm sure because Elder
Lopez smirked again.

"I got into a little trouble in school and that's why my parents, the
ones in Utah, pushed me into a mission. They thought it'd ... help me."

He was sent to California, where he got into trouble again. He didn't
elaborate, but I had a good idea now. Church authorities thought he might
do better on the Rez, but he didn't.

"The other elders are also so psyched when they hear they're getting a
real live Indian for a companion," he said. I knew what he meant -- there
were only a few and the Anglo elders thought pairing up with one would
help guarantee success. "But I'm not a real Indian. I barely speak the
language and I'm ... I'm different, you know?"

Again he paused until my eyes met his and again he nodded. He told me a
little more, then abruptly quit.

"Let's just talk," he said. "We have time. Let's just talk."

So we did. About growing up, about our favorite movies and music and
books. We were eerily similar in our tastes. I could feel that chill
again and I fought it, but it did no good. I needed some air and said so,
a break from our trip.

"Wait, slow down, up there ... " Elder Lopez said. "See that little
turnoff. Take it."

I slowed and turned off the highway, onto a rough gravel and dirt road. I
slowed to a crawl, but he urged me on. "You'll like this, I promise."

The truck lurched as I eased it up the dirt road, one that wound and grew
steeper as we climed the rise. Finally we reached a small clearing. I
stopped and turned off the engine. Elder Lopez got out and motioned for
me to follow him. We walked about a quarter of a mile through some pinon
trees, then suddenly emerged on a ridge. I gasped.

It was breathtaking, the view. We could see for miles and miles. Mesas,
canyons, arroyos, trees, scrub. I stood there speechless. Elder Lopez
guided me a little farther until we stood on a rock landing. I felt him
ease closer to me and finally take my hand. I wanted to pull it away, but
I couldn't. I turned to look at him, under a spell cast by the view, the
setting, by him.

Without thought, I leaned in and kissed him. Part of me wanted to run,
but the energy was too strong. Our lips met almost violently. I parted
mine and felt his tongue push through. I pulled him close and we kissed,
with a raw, urgent passion.

I ran my hands up and down his back and through his hair and then then
reached for his ass, pulled him toward me tightly as his hands explored
me. Through the material of our slacks, I could feel his cock hardening,
pressing against mine, which was growing hard as well.

We came up for breath and stared into each other's eyes again. Without
warning, he dropped to his knees. Again, I wanted to stop him, to tell
him this was so wrong, but again, I couldn't. He unbuckled my belt,
unhooked my slacks, yanked the zipper down and then pulled both my pants
and my garment bottoms down past my knees.

I gasped and moaned as my hard cock hit him in the face. He wrapped his
lips aroung the head and I near came, but held back as I felt my cock
slide slowly across his tongue. He began to suck and lick. I could hear
the slurping sounds and I watched his head bob in and out, my hard cock
disappearing into his mouth.

He grabbed my balls with one hand and I gasped again as he squeezed. My
cock was like iron now and there were what felt like electric currents
running between us. I looked down, amazed at what I saw, this young,
beautiful man, on his knees, my pants around my ankles. He sucked harder
and faster. A few times, my cock popped out of his mouth and slid across
his face and that made him suck harder.

Finally I could take it no more. I tensed up. "I'm coming ... I'mmmmm
.... " I couldn't finish. I shuddered, once, twice, three times. The
feeling was indescribable. I could feel my cock shooting cum into his
mouth. I couldn't see, couldn't speak, could only feel the orgasm. He
choked a little and let the rest of the cum shoot onto the ground. Some
dribbled from his mouth.

I didn't say a word. I pulled him to his feet and dropped to my knees. I
unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear. His cock was
hard and slick with precum. I didn't know what I was doing exactly -- I
was a good Mormon boy from Utah, don't forget -- but I didn't hesitate. I
ran my tongue around the glistening head, tasting the salty precum. I
sucked the head into my mouth and then pulled it out. I licked up and
down the shaft and sucked one ball, then the other into my mouth.

He moaned as I licked his cock again, then took it as far into my mouth
as I could. I savored the hard, hot flesh on my tongue and I closed my
lips around it and started to suck. I grasped his hips and felt his hands
in my hair. Then I felt his cock tense up and begin to shoot. I gagged a
little but took as much as I could, aroused by the slick feel of the cum
as it ran across my tongue.

I stood carefully. My knees were a little scraped up, but I didn't care.
I pulled Elder Lopez into my arms and felt him almost melt. I could feel
our cocks slipping against each other. I kissed him again, our slips
slick with cum. At last we broke away and as quickly as it was cast, the
spell broke.

I hastily pulled up my garment bottoms, wondering if they would burn my
skin after what had happened. I got dressed as he did and then I walked
quickly back to the truck. He lagged behind and then followed. When he
reached the truck, I looked into his eyes, then looked away. He was hurt
at my response, at my pulling away, but I didn't know what else to do.

I got in the driver's side and started the truck. Elder Lopez stood
outside for a minute, then got in. He looked at me again, almost
pleadingly, but I wouldn't give in. We rode in silence the rest of the
way.

TO BE CONTINUED