Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2007 13:30:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mission Interrupted, Part 6

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual activities. If you are
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MISSION INTERRUPTED
Part 6

By MJ McLean

My heart raced as I felt Kelly pushing his hard cock against my ass. He
reached down with his finger and tried to push it in.

"A tight one," he whispered, his breath on my neck. "I like that. Not
sure how you're gonna like feeling my dick plowing in, but it's sure
gonna feel fuckin' good for me."

I went limp for a moment, then twisted my body so I was lying on my back.
Kelly grunted, then smiled.

"You want it on your back, sweetie? Fine my me." He pushed himself up to
his knees and tried to straddle, but the bed was small enough that he
couldn't finish the maneuver fast enough. I used my hands to slide up
part way, until I was in a sitting position, leaning against the wall.

"Stan!" I called out. "Stan! Help me, please!" I hadn't noticed until now
that his bed was empty. I panicked. "What the hell did you do to him, you
asshole?"

Kelly sat back on his haunches, his cock still hard, bouncing in front of
him. "Nothing. Your little butt buddy is in the courtyard over by the
church, reading. He said he couldn't sleep. Too bad. I wouldn't've minded
a three-way." He stroked his cock and leaned toward me a little. I pulled
my legs up when he tried to touch them.

"This isn't going to happen, Kelly. Just get out, now."

He chuckled and grabbed my ankles, jerking my legs back. He was as strong
as he looked. "I think it is going to happen and I think you want it,
baby. You want my nine-inches in your ass." He looked down at my cock,
which had grown to full erection. "See," he said. "You're all ready. I
knew your were as much a bottom boy as you little butt buddy out there."

My breathing grew more rapid. A thousand thought collided in my mind.
Fuck. I was hard and I was turned on. I couldn't help staring at Kelly's
cock, which was leaking precum. What if I want this? I told him I didn't
want to suck him off, but I did and I still thought about it when I
jerked off in the shower, more than I thought about Stan sometimes.

Would be be so wrong to let it happen and swear Kelly to secrecy? It
couldn't happen often because Stan was almost always in bed. If I give
in, it buys me time with Kelly. Maybe he'll leave soon. All it would take
is one phone call to the mission office and I'd be on my way home in
disgrace. I'd never live it down. My parents would kick me out and I'd
lose my friends. Nothing could be worse than being sent home branded a
faggot. And I could avoid it if I let Kelly -- a hot guy with a hotter
cock -- fuck me. I loved it when Stan fucked me. Maybe I wanted it again.
Without thinking, I stroked my cock, felt my own precum dripping. I
closed me eyes and heard Kelly laugh in victory. He  pulled my legs
wider.

Then something snapped in me, something fell into focus. What was
happening here was what had happened from the moment I agreed to go on
this mission, even though I knew I was gay and needed to deal with it. I
agreed to go because I was afraid of what would happen if I stayed home,
afraid of the whispering and the rumors and the sad, disappointed looks I
would endure from my family. Fear. Compromise. It was why I was in this
position right now. I let Kelly blackmail me into sex because I was
afraid he would tell the mission president that I was messing with my
companion. My fear had pushed me into a black hole I would never escape.

A final thought crystalized: If I let Kelly fuck me, no matter how much
part of me might want it, no matter how good it might feel, if I let him
go through with it what was happening was either rape or a total
surrender to my fear. I couldn't live with either.

I locked eyes with Kelly. I licked my lips and spread my legs, sliding
partway down the wall until my ass was exposed.

"I knew you wanted it you little bottom boy," Kelly said with a leer. He
grabbed his cock and leaned forward. And as he did, I put my feet on his
chest and kicked as hard as I could. Kelly's face registered surprise as
he tumbled off the bed. As he sat up, the surprise turned to anger.

"You little fuck!" he yelled. "You fucking coward! You know you want
this!"

I tugged a sheet around me. "Lay off, Kelly. This isn't going to happen.
You're just pathetic, blackmailing Mormon elders to get sex. Just come
out already and get a boyfriend."

Kelly's eyes flashed with rage. "I'm not gay, you little faggot, and if I
am, it's your fucking fault, you and bottom boy!"

"You're the one who's been coming on to us all these weeks, strutting
your fick around the room, trying on our underwear, demanding blow jobs,
trying to rape me in the middle of the night!"

Kelly paced, his cock deflating. "It isn't rape if you want it," he
seethed. "You're all alike, you elders, you're just out here to fuck each
other and anyone else who wanders by. You wanna talk about rape? Talk
about the elder who took my cherry."

I started at Kelly, stunned. "What are you talking about?"

He couldn't look at me. "It was about two years ago. There were elders
here. I was a senior in high school and my dad thought it would be good
for me to go on splits with the elders, learn about being a missionary.
So he went out with one of the guys and I went with the other. Except we
didn't go anywhere, not at first." Kelly fell silent for a moment. "He
brought me in here and told me if I was going to go out on splits, I
needed to look like an elder. I thought my Sunday suit was enough, but he
said no, you need it all. He handed me a pair of those garments and told
me I should wear them."

"That's not the way it works, Kelly ..." I started.

"I know that now," he spat. "But I didn't then. So I stripped and started
putting them on and the elder -- his name was Gary -- started in with
some bullshit about how alike we are and said look, I'll show you. And he
stripped to his underwear and said, see, we're the same size. I was
freaking out, but I was ... " Kelly gulped and looked away again. "I was
fucking turned on, OK? I was turned on. He saw that and gave me some line
and seeing if we were alike down there too. And before long, we were
naked and he was sucking me and before the other elder and my dad got
back, he was fucking me. My dad walked in on us."

"Jesus, Kelly, I didn't know. That's just not -- "

"Spare me. He called the mission home and Gary got sent home, I got sent
to boarding school and they kept the elders away until now." His anger
was returning. "And now you're doing it again. You're seducing me and
you're not going to stop now. You want this." Kelly grabbed his cock,
which had started to grow. He stroked it and walked closer to the bed. He
grabbed the pillow. My cock was still hard. Shit.

"Motherfucker, you listened to my story and you got hard! You're gonna
take my cock or I'm going to call the mission home right now! That's what
you're most afraid of, isn't it! It's not getting ra... fucked. It's
people finding out, disappointing mommy and daddy. You just want to get
your rocks off with Elder Bottom Boy and pretend like you're a good,
righteous elder, hiding in that sacred underwear of your. Well, it's not
going to protect you tonight. You're gonna let me do this and I'm not
going tell, not this time, but you're gonna stick that ass in the air or
I'm gonna call the president now!

I let the sheet drop and stood in front of Kelly. Without meaning to, I
let my cock brush his. "Fine. do it."

He reached for my shoulders and turned me around. "I knew you'd see it my
way, Bryan." He moved closer. I felt his cock against my ass again. I
spun around and stared into his eyes.

"No. I mean do it. Call the mission president. Tell him everything. If
you don't, I will. I'm going to call him first thing in the morning. But
you're not getting anything else from me!" I felt a warm wave of triumph
and some sort of peace wash over me. I reached for my garments.

Kelly grabbed me again, but as he did, the door flew open. Kelly's dad
stood in the doorway, red with fury. Stan stood behind him, his eyes a
mix of shock and sadness.

"Kelly, you ungrateful little shit! Dammit, boy, dammit it hell! This is
how it started before! You weren't supposed to do this again! Wht are you
trying to do to yourself? And to me and your family? Put your clothes on
and get the hell out of here." I saw spittle fly from his lips, he was so
mad. He looked at me.

"I don't know what your role was in this, elder, but for your sake, I
hope it wasn't much. I'll be on the phone with your mission president in
the morning."

"I will too, sir, I will too." I finished putting on my garments as
Kelly's dad dragged him from the house. Kelly had managed to put on his
boxers, but went into the cold night wearing nothing else.

Nobody said anything for what seemed like hours. I climbed back into bed
and pulled the sheets and blanket over me. Stan slowly got ready for bed,
then came and sat down by me.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. "Thanks for bringing in the cavalry."

"I heard the scuffle and I decided this had gone on too long. Are you
serious about what you said? About calling the mission president?"

"Yeah, I am. I wish I didn't have to involve you, but -- "

"Stop. It's about me too. I need to face this just as much as you do. We
need to face this together." He took my hand.

"But Stan, I don't know what happens than. We go home. But then -- I
don't know if we're meant to be together or if we're just helping each
other along the way. I don't think we can know that out here, you know?"

Stan smiled. "You're right. We probably shouldn't me picking out china
patterns yet. But I hope you'll be there, some how."

I pulled him closer and kissed him gently. "Just try to stop me." Stan
climbed into bed and wrapped his body around mine. I pulled his arm over
around my chest and felt his lips brush my neck. We fell asleep that way.

*             *               *

The next morning, we packed our things. I called the mission home and
told the president we needed to talk to him. I wouldn't say anything
else, but I think Kelly's dad may have awakened earlier. The mission
president instructed us to meet him at the home in the afternoon.

We loaded up the truck. "I guess there's no sense trying to say good-bye
to the Martindales," I said. Stan smiled.

I turned out onto the highway, but turned left instead of right. Stan
looked at me, raising his eyebrows. "We're taking the scenic route," I
said.

We drove silently back toward Chinle. I watched carefully for the road
marker I remembered and turned off the road onto a dirt road. The truck
bounced its way up to craggy ridge, the same one we'd stopped at on our
way to Window Rock. We made our way up to the overlook.

We stood there for a minute, looking at the rugged beauty of the high
desert. I turned Stan and took him in my arms. We kissed, deeply, our
tongues exploring each others' mouth. I helped him out of his clothes and
he helped me out of mine and we stood there on the rock, naked, kissing.
I pulled him closer, running my hands around his back. I felt our cocks
harden and I thrust softly against his, feeling its hardness against
mine.

I broke off the kiss and traced my tongue down his chin, down his neck,
until I found a nipple. I sucked on it, twirling my tongue on it, feeling
it stiffen. Stan groaned a little. I found his other nipple and bit it
gently. I ran my tongue down his stomach, into his bush, until his cock
hit my chin. I was on my knees now and let his cock flop around my face
as I sucked on his balls, first one, then the other. I let my tongue find
the sensitive spot under his balls and licked.

Finally, Stan could stand it no more. He guided my face toward his cock
and I let it slide down my throat until my nose was buried in his bush.
The rock cut into my knee a little, but I didn't care. I sucked hungrily,
holding on to Stand's ass. I felt his cock thob in my mouth, heard him
moan. I stood up again and kissed him. As I did, I reached down and
stroked out hard cocks together, loving the feeling of the two throbbing
tools in my hand.

I reached down for my pants and found a small jar of Vasiline I'd
pocketed this morning. I took some on my fingers and as I did, Stan
turned around, offering me his ass. I stopped him.

"No," I whispered. "Not this time. I need you this time."

I put some lube on his cock and then in my ass and turned to face the
gorge. Stan kissed my neck and chewed on my ear as he guided his cock
slowly into my ass. I felt a slight sting as it went all the way in, then
a warmth as Stan began to thrust. He fucked me slowly at first, then
increased the tempo, his hands running up and down my chest, squeezing my
nipples. I closed my eyes and grabbed his hands, holding him close as he
thrust.

I squeezed his cock with my ass and felt him pull me tighter. "Stan," I
whispered. "Make love to me, baby, make sweet love to me ..."

That pushed Stan over the edge. He thrust hard and I felt his hips
shudder as he shot his load in me. He moaned loudly and reached for my
cock. Before he could touched it, I realized I was about to shoot. I put
his hand on my cock and we stroked it as I shot come all over the rock.
My body shook as I felt as intense an orgasm as I ever had.

I pulled off Stan's cock and took him in my arms, thrusting my tongue in
his mouth. Our sticky cocks met and we kissed and writhed together for
another minute or two. Finally, exhausted, we sank to the ground, sitting
on our clothes, arms around each other as we looked out into the
afternoon.

"At least we have more clothes in the truck," I said impishly.

"I think we're gonna be late to the mission home," Stan said.

I kissed his ear and gave his soft cock a squeeze. "Yeah, well, what're
they gonna do? Send us home?"


The End