Did you or anyone you know have a sexual relationship with your missionary companion? If so, was getting a transfer painful? Have you ever confessed to it?

My MP used to ask each missionary during interviews about companion sex and if we knew of any companion sex.



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Holy crap!

I wonder what happened to your MP to get him to ask that question!!

Maybe he was living vicariously through the mishies... eh?

I mean, you know, everyone knows that most Mormon sex is as

exciting as watching paint dry.

I'm gonna pretend I never read that... <sob>

Can a circle jerk be set up with only two people?

That is so messed up that he would ask that.

Well, they weren't companions, and I can't confirm any sex, but my ZL (and former AP) had a little thing going on with one of the sisters.

The rumors had already been well circulated before I arrived in the town of Kitchener. Rumours of the two of them being seen alone together around town. Rumors of their companions being in on it.

In the town, there was an old widowed woman in the ward who was affectionately referred to as "mom". She had split her house in two. She lived in one half, and missionaries lived in the other. There were 2 missionary apartments, with the English guys downstairs and my companion and me, spanish speakers, upstairs. We had a balcony.

One day, my companion, Elder McNair was sitting on the balcony when Sister Paul came walking up with a bundle in her arms. McNair shouted a greeting, Sister Paul responded in kind, and added "I'm bringing a pair of Elder Deeble's pants to Mom's to fix the hem."

"Oh, Elder Deeble's pants, huh?" Elder McNair replied, with a mocking tone.

Well, this one comment alone was enough to send Sister Paul running to Elder Deeble, who in turn decided to preemptively strike by going straight to the president and complaining that a certain group of elders was spreading vicious and untrue rumors about him and the sister missionary.

When the next zone conference rolled around, the four of us who were living at "mom's" house were called in, one by one, to get lectured by the president about avoiding the spirit of contention, bearing false witness, etcetera, etcetera. After getting sternly rebuked, the president says to me, "Now Elder Humberto, if there is something really going on here, you can tell me, but otherwise I'm going to rely on you as the newest transfer into the area to put a stop to the ill-speaking."

By this point in our conversation I just wanted to get out of there and I figured that the president was going to side with his trusted ZL and former AP no matter what I said, so I simply replied "You can count on me, pres.!", and that was that.

So it was a well played move by Elder Deeble, at least until, if the rumors are true, Sister Paul's companion let her guilt get the best of her, and reported the whole thing, and Elder Deeble and Sister Paul spent the rest of their missions in areas very far apart from one another.

Yes I did, I did confess (I did warn him first that I was going to), and the transfer was... well it's complicated. I was convinced we were wrong to do it so I figured we needed to be apart, but I loved him. My last contact with him of any kind was the day I flew home. He came to the airport with some old mail and we got a few seconds alone for a last hug.

Inverso Wrote:
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> Yes I did, I did confess (I did warn him first
> that I was going to), and the transfer was... well
> it's complicated. I was convinced we were wrong to
> do it so I figured we needed to be apart, but I
> loved him. My last contact with him of any kind
> was the day I flew home. He came to the airport
> with some old mail and we got a few seconds alone
> for a last hug.

I can't believe you weren't sent home after you confessed. What was the punishment?

I know, right? I think it's because they chose to apply a very specific and restrictive definition of "sex" and we didn't do that exact thing. Any of the times.

Anyway, the punishment for him was to get moved to a district very close to the mission home where they could keep an eye on him, and my punishment was to get moved to an area in the middle of nowhere--a very small town with no public transportation that would let me get in or out on my own. It was known all over the mission as the "zona de castigo" (punishment zone) but I loved it--beautiful mountains with oak groves and grassy fields in a mission that was otherwise mesquite and baked dirt and scorpions.

LOL. Good Lord no. But then again I'm straight. I saw mishies get sent home for having hetero sex - but it didn't happen with other missionaries.

I think the only conceivable way to have sex on your mission and get away with it is to be gay and get matched up with a gay comp or else to have a complicit companion who is very tight lipped (highly unlikely). Otherwise there are just way too many prying eyes and snitches out there.

If I had been gay, there's one companion that I'm pretty sure would have been down with it. There was a different companion (not gay) that was pretty devious and we probably could have had girlfriends if I hadn't been the uptight one back then. Big opportunity missed there.

I had a gay companion, but I wasn't gay and he wasn't sexual on his mission. Pretty boring really. But it seems to me like the ratio of gay RM's is quite a bit higher than it is amongst the rest of the population, in my own personal circle of friends and family.

... I think that's the church's official "missionary position," anyway.



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I see what you did there :)

As a matter of fact, I did.

He was a body builder, and the sweetest guy that had ever been.

I was head over heels. We were together twice. The sex didn't happen until the second time.

We did have a terrifying scare when the MP walked into our apt unannounced. I had just jizzed and my g bottoms were off, my top was on, and I was walking into the bathroom. In walked the mp.

All he saw was a guy getting in the shower. I was certain I was going home, but didn't get called out.

It was a little bit of heaven in the middle of hell. When we would teach investigators we would play footsie under the kotatsu.

He came home, married and has a gaggle.

Sex with them? Crap, I didn't even LIKE any of them.

Not me. At the time, as the saying goes, I was so far back in the closet I could see Narnia. (Giving the discussions to the White Witch, maybe?) Probably wouldn't have happened anyway. The companions I liked were all obviously straight.

I gave a companion some head - a head butt.

Had a huge fight in a new members house. We were fighting it out on the ground and I nutted him right in the face. I don't even remember the reason we were fighting. Some stupid trivial reason. It was probably just a situation of the straw that broke the camel's back, just a slow build up of tension in the companionship.

I still feel bad about it. I wished him happy birthday on FB recently, he brought up the head butt.
It happened over 25 years ago. LOL

I had a gay companion who was firecracker hot and the sexual tension between us could have burned a telephone pole to the ground in a second. We gave each other back rubs that ended just short of entering enemy territory.

I don't know how we kept our hands off of each other but we did. I was bound and determined to fill an honorable mission. Looking back now, deep down I think I knew he would probably confess.

When he was about to be transferred he was gone briefly and left his journal on my bed for some odd reason. I took it as an opportunity to read and it had a long section that was pretty scathing about how gay I was and how ashamed and embarrassed of me he was. It hurt beyond reason. Sad memory for me because I looked at it as the two of us caring about each other deeply and somehow still doing what God expected.

He went home, got married in the temple and had the requisite number of Mormon offspring--a lot.

Sorry that happened to you. It's interesting that he led you on by participating in the back rubs, especially since he admitted in his journal that he knew you were gay. That was very cruel of him. Was it Shakespeare (Hamlet) who said, "Me thinketh he doth protest to much?"

went home and had a bunch of kids, you have to wonder what their lives are really like. We know several that my ex grew up with who are still mormon and both have A LOT of kids (8 each) who are still with their wives, but cheat regularly. One cheats at least weekly, if not daily. Any time my ex takes any of his gay friends around him, he hits on them.

One of the wives told her husband when he came out to her that THERE WOULD BE NO DIVORCE. She'd lose her status in mormonism. He says they live lives of being roommates who tolerate each other. He says she doesn't even want him anymore (in terms of anything including friendship). Not a great life.

I would assume you, blueorchid, know this guy was doing this to soothe his own conscience. I would bet he cared as much for you as you did him.

I've got cash from my university to film some more of these personal stories of sexual tension on the mission in a documentary style. Let me know if you're interested....

One of my ex-boyfriends had a gay roommate in Brooklyn while attending New York University. He walked into his apartment one day and his roomie was "waiting" for him.

He found another apartment el pronto!

It's not that the guy was strait laced. But he was very heterosexual. He would tell me of his many trysts over the years including with his wife (they had menage trois' on business trips paid for by Nabisco.)

He was forced into early retirement because of a sexual harassment claim from one of his subordinates. Then died several years later on a golf course in Savannah, Georgia from a seizure.

He was brilliant and had a beautiful mind.

I still miss him. He was one of the best friends I ever had, and one of a kind mensch, crazy and all that he was. He was a good person with a troubled childhood who did good for himself. He went through NYU (a "poor man's Ivy League" as he liked to call it,) on a full scholarship. His mother had been an exotic dancer and had eight children, most of them by different fathers.

It's a wonder he turned out as well as he did considering his background.

:)

Um, did you even read the title of the OP? :)

Hush, damn it! I'm trying to take it all in.

lmao

+2

Absolutely not

Dudes are gross

I did deck one of my Senior Comps once. Laid him flat-out with a right hook to the jaw. Dude was a total jackass, always talking down to me and whatnot - he really thought he was hot shit. Very unusual for me, I'm the type that will bottle it all up and then destructively lash out on myself...MP yelled at me but at the end kinda gave that "I get it" chuckle. That Elder never bothered me again and I guess I got a bit of a rep. of being difficult and mean.

I wasn't mean. I was depressed. I guess any gay comps I may have had didn't find that attractive.

Gotta push back a little on the snitching comp thing. I had a few different experiences with comps banging a hot broad in the next room or sneaking out or the like and I never told anyone, except years later, anonymously on some rando exmorg internet boards. I suppose I couldn't be bothered enough to care - missions are stressful enough, good for them.

Should've had more fun, too afraid and apathetic at the time.

Oh well

Almost - twice. I was afraid to be sent home or I probably would have. My mother said if I can home dishonorable to not expect to be let into the house - ever.

She doesn't usually say things like that and not mean them because she is mean.

Companion #A - Went on splits with the other companionship in town and this elder asked if I wanted to see their apartment. Sure, why not? It beat tracting. So went over and hung out a bit. He made a rather not so obvious wrestling move and pinned me against the couch and sorta grinded me for a couple seconds. The look on his face was pretty much non verbal asking if I wanted him to continue. Though incredibly tempted I pushed him off and told him to take a cold shower. And that was that.

Companion #B - This guy just out and out went for it one night trying to grab my junk to see what I had. He would strut around in his fugly mesh g's letting his wanger fall out and calling attention to it. I thought he was a gross dumbass so I was never tempted.

Companion #C - While out tracting and being incredibly bored this companion out of the blue told me that he thought i'd be a great porn star. After I gave him a WTF look he told me I was raw.

Companion #D - Again, while out doing boring tracting, this companion just started spilling his guts about all the gay sex he'd had before his mission. I of course listened with great interest. I finally let my guard down and shared my similar pre-mission debauchery. Condensed version: When we got back to our apartment we proceeded to watch either other JO. Didn't touch each other or do anything else as we reasoned that it wasn't as bad this way. This only happened once and he was transferred a couple weeks later anyway.

Synopsis: I would have done more with Companions A & C but I didn't trust that either would keep their mouths shut and there was no way on Earth I was going back to Utah Valley a disgraced RM. Companion D kept his mouth shut. I saw him a few times post mission and I think we both wanted to pick up again but it just didn't work out.

Jeezus Christ, no.

This fits in the category of don't shit where you eat.



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There are missionaries out there who are savvy enough to figure out how to use their iPads to access porn, so in a few years there will be a survey here on RfM titled, "As a Missionary did you have sex with your computer?"

Mind you I was an elderly elder and my wife and I served together at the Portland temple.

Never served a mission, but now at 70 I understand completely your statement.