Sexy Elder Sorensen shows what a horny twink does when he’s all alone. (Mormon Boyz)

By J Sean | October 17, 2015 |

Elder Sorensen opens the door to his new apartment, turns on the light, and looks around. He was just dropped off by the APs. They said his companion would be arriving shortly and to “hang tight.” The heating is making weird noises, as if someone were there. He calls out, nervously, “Elder Stewart?” His pants and his shirt were bought at a department store for missionaries (Mr. Mac in Salt Lake City), which means they’re a little too big for his slim toned body — he looks like he put on his dad’s clothes. But they’re brand new. Today is the boy’s first day as a Mormon missionary. And he’s terrified.

There’s no response, so he calls out again and makes a quick sweep of the apartment. But just like the APs had told him, his trainer, Elder Stewart, is not home. Elder Sorensen goes into the bedroom and sits on the edge of his twin bed. This is the first time the cute boy has been alone in two months, since his parents dropped him off at the Missionary Training Center, or MTC. With tears in their eyes, they had said goodbye to their son, who was trying to be a man although he was still a boy.

He hadn’t cried, although he had been afraid of living away from home for the first time. And he had toughed out the two months of hard work, new friendships and total lack of privacy that every missionary goes through at the MTC. The hardest thing about those months was that he had been completely unable to masturbate. From the moment he woke up until the second he fell asleep, he was always with the other missionaries. He didn’t even get to shower alone — they showered in a group, joking and laughing as they soaped up their naked bodies. And it had been difficult not to get an erection as he laughed along, all the while staring at their fit young bodies, their glistening butts and their enticing cocks.

And now that he’s alone, the two months’ wait hits him hard. He shuts the bedroom door, then strips down to his garments. He feels flushed and excited, and he touches his hard, lean body, imagining that it’s his new companion’s hand on his chest, his belly, his hard dick. He wonders what his new companion will look like. Will he be handsome? Will he have a big penis? And will Elder Sorensen get the chance to see him naked, or will Elder Stewart prove to be modest, the kind of missionary who always covers up?

Elder Sorensen even dreams about his companion falling in love with him, crazy as it sounds. He imagines Elder Stewart telling him that he’s never seen such a handsome boy, then stripping him naked and running a hand over his dick, his ass… And then Elder Sorensen realizes that he is completely naked, that the finger on his tight hole is his own. He presses his finger against his hole, and feels it tighten in response. The feeling makes his dick drip. He lies on his back and starts to jerk hard. He desperately needs to shoot a big load before his companion can come home and interrupt him.