Elder Zachary returned to his mission apartment, his hole still wet from Bishop Hart’s cum. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have the older man’s cock in his ass, and how aroused he was to be filled with another man's semen. Bishop Hart told him he couldn’t talk about it with anyone, especially the other missionaries. Elder Zachary didn’t like the idea of having to lie to his companion, but he promised to do as Hart told him. Little did Zachary know that his companion, Elder Ingles, was struggling with the same. Elder Ingles couldn’t stop thinking about the way Hart touched him and teased his body, coaxing his body to respond with an erection His dick was as hard as a railroad spike and Hart had him cumming and craving the sensation of the handsome man's cock. Not just craving. Craving the man's cock in his mouth. Ingles thought this was wrong deep down, and yet, the thought was just as effective in getting him hard as Hart’s actual actions. Both boys dreamed that night of their handsome bishop, each unaware of the similar experiences. The next morning came as many others had before: each boy woke up quietly, trying to wait for their morning wood to settle before getting up. Elder Ingles had a harder time than most hiding his morning erection, but on this morning, the swelling was more intense than usual. His dreams were vivid recollections of tasting the handsome, older man’s cock, leading him to nearly ejaculate. However, such relief did not occur. He saw Elder Zachary getting up and getting ready to take a shower. It was very rare to have a quiet, private moment in bed with boner, and he needed to get off badly. As soon as Zachary was out of his sight, Ingles pulled out his massive cock, trying to cum as fast as possible. He closed his eyes, thinking about Bishop Hart’s chiseled body and delicious shaft, feeling his sensitive genitals respond to his touch, building closer and closer to release. And just then, Elder Zachary stepped back into their shared bedroom. Ingles quickly moved the covers back over himself, trying to hide his rock hard cock and evade his companion’s suspicions. Unfortunately, it was too little too late. “I could see that you were masturbating,” Elder Zachary said after a pause, his expression indicating nothing about what his next step might be. Ingle’s face flushed, realizing he’d been caught and scared what might happen. “Please don’t tell,” he quietly begged. Elder Zachary lied back down in his bed, placing his hand on his crotch. “Don’t stop. I want to see...” Zachary’s hand rubbed over his crotch as Elder Ingles looked at him incredulously. He couldn’t believe what his companion said, but at the same time, he still maintained an unrelenting erection. Nervous but intrigued, Ingles removed his bed coverings and let his cock stand tall and strong, fully on display. “Wow!” Elder Zachary exclaimed, shocked, “That’s a really big dick.” His eyes traced its length and girth, taking it in and studying it. Elder Ingles could see the look on Zachary’s face, full of erotic desire and lust. He wondered if that’s how he looked when he first saw Bishop Hart’s cock. His eyes moved down to Zachary’s crotch, seeing a rise in his garment shorts, now curious how it compared. “Want to see mine?” Zachary asked. Ingles nodded timidly, both surprised by the invitation and his admitted acceptance. No going back now, he thought to himself. Elder Zachary pulled down his shorts as his companion watched on and stroked himself. It was exciting to see another boy naked, especially one who was hard. Ingles’ eyes darted up and down Zachary’s body. He’d thought he was cute before, but never let himself think much more beyond that. Now, the two of them were naked and exposed, turning each other on with their aroused cocks. The room was quiet for a second as the weight of it all took them over. They were in uncharted territory without any kind of map. The only sense of direction they had was their hormonal urges to fuck and cum. They each looked to the other for a sign of what to do next, awkwardly waiting for some kind of instruction. It was Elder Ingles, surprisingly, who shyly broke the silence. “Have you ever shown anyone your dick before?” Zachary said that he had when he was really little, other boys--childhood friends playing innocently. “Have you ever let anyone touch it?” Elder Ingles almost answered “yes” before Bishop Hart’s voice surfaced in his memory. He made his promise and he meant to keep it. “No, no one.” A silence fell again, both boys unsure of how to proceed. Their inexperience crippled them from doing what their bodies and brains wanted more than anything else. This time, Zachary found the courage to break the silence and propose a radical move. “You... you want to touch it?” Elder Ingles once again felt his face heat up. He’d denied his same sex desires so long, and once again he was faced with the inconvenient truth. He wanted it. He wanted Bishop Hart, Elder Zachary, and many others as well. Like a tough pill of acceptance, the timid missionary felt a lump pass down his throat as he swallowed and said, “Yes.” Elder Ingles got out of his tiny bed and walked over to Zachary’s. The two boys pressed their bodies close together as they tried to keep from falling off of the tiny twin size mattress. Each boy took the other’s stiff erection in their hand, feeling its warmth and power as they stroked it gently. They each felt an intense wave of pleasure take them over, feeling the same excitement they’d felt in Bishop Hart’s hand. Not sure what else to say, Elder Zachary said sheepishly, “You have a really nice dick.” Elder Ingles blushed, instinctively a little embarrassed by the attention, but also turned on by it. He let out a little awkward laugh and replied, “You, too.” The two boys playfully stroked each other more, occasionally smiling and laughing as they’d get caught making eye contact and fail to pretend like they hadn’t. It was a silly game that they didn’t know why they were even playing. Their upbringing, faith, youth and naivety hadn’t prepared them for what to do with each other, but they knew they wanted more. Elder Ingles’ balls still ached to release his load and Elder Zachary longed for his hole to be made full of cock and cum...
