Elder Stewart, the fresh-faced blond, is now a fully ordained member of the Order. But he fondly remembers those moments that were turning points in his mission, that enabled him to obtain the higher priesthood.
Each day, upon awakening, his fresh morning wood pressing against the sheets, Stewart pulled out a journal and wrote for at least 20 minutes.
It was a habit to which he had committed himself at MTC.
This morning, he’s particularly nostalgic about the first time he had sex with Bro Johnson, long before he even knew the Order existed.
Back then, he was still quite innocent. Although he’d fantasized about boys before, he’d only played the game a few times. And each time, he’d felt enormous guilt because of the things he’d been taught in church.
But his desires had always been impossible to suppress. Even though he thought he shouldn’t, he constantly fantasized about boys holding him, kissing him, rubbing their own hard erections against his.
But then, as a missionary, there was a pivotal moment after which the guilt disappeared. Elder Stewart was in his room, waiting for his new companion at the transfers, and dirty thoughts filled his head again.
At that moment, he’d hoped his new companion would have the same tendencies as him, but how was he going to understand this. He was unlikely to act first because he was terrified of being discovered.
He felt his stiff cock through his pants. He imagined the warm hand of his perfect new companion in his place. He closed his eyes, let his head roll back.
A sharp knock at the door immediately snapped him out of his fantasy and he rushed in quickly.
Brother Johnson, the parish’s magnificent mission leader, opened the door and walked in.
How could he forget?! He was going to meet with the parish mission leader today for a correlation meeting to discuss the investigators.
Brother Stewart put his hands on his knees and avoided Brother Johnson’s eyes.
“It’s time for our correlation meeting,” Johnson said, as he touched the pages of his three-ring binder.
“Where’s your companion?”
Elder Stewart explained that he was waiting for the PAs to bring him a new companion.
Brother Johnson smiled slyly. “I saw you.”
Elder Stewart still remembers the way his heart jumped into his throat. “You saw that?! You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”
Brother Johnson sat down next to Stewart. “Don’t worry about it. Guys like us look out for each other.
He pulled Brother Stewart against his muscular body and kissed him. His hands moved up and down the boy’s lean length, finally settling on the crotch of his pants.
Brother Stewart’s body ached with desire. He couldn’t believe this was happening and with such a handsome man.
But what did Bro Johnson mean by “guys like us?” How could he know that Brother Stewart liked guys?
The only way Johnson would know Stewart was if he had access to his membership records and had seen that he had confessed his same-sex attraction and “homosexual tendencies” to his bishop before his mission.
Brother Stewart’s stubborn erection begged to be stroked, but Bro Johnson took his time. Johnson unbuttoned the boy’s shirt and kissed a trail down Stewart’s smooth chest before slowly unbuckling his pants.
When Bro Johnson’s thick, warm fingers finally wrapped around Stewart’s shaft, the boy moaned in satisfaction.
At that moment, Brother Stewart put aside all thoughts of Johnson about anything. Stewart loved everything about it, and besides, he didn’t really have a choice. Brother Johnson could easily report what he’d just seen, and Brother Stewart would probably be sent home.
But Brother Stewart was more than willing to submit his body to Brother Johnson. It was like a dream come true.
Johnson’s mouth soon joined his hand. He slid his tongue up and down Stewart’s throbbing member. It was so incredible that it was all Stewart could do not to grab Johnson’s head and fuck his face until he came.
Sensing the boy’s need, Bro Johnson pushed Bro Stewart onto the bed and stripped him completely naked.
Without removing his clothes, Bro Johnson had unzipped his suit pants to reveal his cock, already in full force.
When Elder Stewart saw the liquid dripping from Bro Johnson’s cockhead, he involuntarily began to salivate.
Running his throbbing cock up and down the boy’s cheeks until the cute young man squirmed with desire, Bro Johnson teased Stewart’s opening for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally, Bro Johnson aligned his cock with Stewart’s hole and gently pushed forward, sliding his cockhead past the sensitive sphincter.
After that, it wasn’t long before Bro Johnson was deep inside Stewart, filling the boy to the hilt.
It was then that Brother Stewart discovered a new sensation. Something about being overpowered by a muscular, confident man that drove him crazy.
