Receiving the Mormon Priesthood
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between two unrelated young men who are Mormon missionaries. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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I've been enjoying my mission so far. I've had pretty good companions, though it's a little weird having to share the same bedroom with someone all the time. It also took me a while getting used to having to call my comp “Elder” all the time and not by their first name. 
My current one, Elder Davis, has been a bit different. Sometimes it seems like there is some extra . . . heat. Like I'll be reading or something and look over at him and notice that his brown eyes are staring at me intensely. A couple of times I'm pretty sure I saw him readjust an erection. I understand. We're both 19, and horniness doesn't just leave you because you're a Mormon missionary.
After our first week together, I noticed he has been getting closer to me when we're kneeling to pray at bedtime. The other night he was right beside me. As in our bodies were touching. On another night I was pretty sure his fingers were gently rubbing against my hand. 
What also surprised me was my reaction. I felt tingly all over. The next morning I awoke before he did, and I noticed his morning wood tenting his blanket. It looked like it was a pretty good size. I've never had sex with anyone since I'm not married, but I've always worried I might like guys too much. This wasn't helping.
What also didn't help was the morning he came out of the shower completely naked and dried off while talking to me. I got a lot of eyefuls of his dick and big balls. I'm not supposed to use those words, but oh well. He's making me feel things. Bad things.
Then things got worse one night after prayers when we hugged. We always give each other a goodnight hug, and this time I'm pretty darn sure he was hard. I could feel it pressing against me, and he held onto me longer than usual.
For some reason the scent of his cologne hit me a little harder as well. I wanted to kiss his neck. What the heck is wrong with me?
Then came the night that changed everything. As we prayed, he put his arm around my back. When we ended the prayer, he kind of pivoted toward me. His hard-on was pressing against me. It was dark, but when I looked at his face I could feel his eyes burning into me. I didn't move away which seemed to embolden him, and he rubbed his bulge against me.
I could feel my dick responding, and the heat in the room suddenly became fierce. I knew I should pull away or say something. His fingers began softly stroking my hand and forearm. I felt his hard-on twitch against me. I . . . I needed to feel it.
I slowly moved my hand toward him, and he turned his body so it was pointed more directly at me. His fingers stroked my upper arm. My mouth had gone dry, and I licked my lips out of reflex. Seconds later my fingers found his wood buried in our underwear we call the temple garments or G's for short. It jumped as soon as I touched it. I began playing with the tip through his G's. His hand slowly slid down my arm. When it was on my fingers, it moved to the fly of his garments, and he pulled his dick out.
I took hold of it and found it to be a bit bigger and thicker than I had thought. I was mesmerized, and soon I found my hand going inside his garments so I could feel his big balls, too. He fished out my dick and started slowly stroking me as I did him. 
Soon he pulled off his upper garment, and with my other hand I explored his chest and abs. I wanted him desperately and didn't totally understand. 
After a bit, he stood up. I watched as he shoved his remaining underwear down. Now he was standing absolutely naked. I was still on my knees, and when he moved in closer to me, I could take in his scent. Somehow I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it, too. I opened my mouth and began sucking on the tip of his dick.
As soon as his hard meat was in my mouth, it was over. I could smell a faint muskiness from his groin, and I opened my mouth wider and began taking more of his dick. The feel of his hard flesh and the saltiness of his skin drove me crazy. I immediately started sucking him faster. I grabbed onto the back of his muscular legs as I tried to force myself to swallow his thick meat. I made myself gag a couple of times, but I didn't care.
I occasionally gave myself a break by sucking on his hairy balls. When I returned to his dick and heard him lightly moan, I went back to trying to deep throat him and suck faster. At one point he rested a hand on my head, and I grabbed his ass firmly so I could go even faster.
And then he exploded. His cock (I don't care!) shot multiple blasts of his thick, salty load into my throat. I coughed but kept going. I wanted every bit of him. After swallowing his jizz and milking him a bit, he pulled back. “That was incredible!” he said. He told me to lay on my bed. He pulled off my lower garments. He sat next to me, and I heard him spit. Then I felt his hand on my meat, and he began giving me a hand job. I came within seconds.
He maintained his grip for a bit which helped me shoot a lot more. When he was done, he leaned over. His face got close to mine, and I thought we might kiss. But he whispered into my ear: “You're the best comp ever.” Then he went to his bed.
After he said goodnight, I put my garments back on. I noticed his were still on the floor. The idea that he was in his bed naked really was difficult for me to ignore. It took me a bit to fall asleep.

In the morning, we did our joint Book of Mormon study. He sat next to me on my bed, his knee touching mine. Although, now he was back in his G's. Unfortunately. After we had breakfast, he headed into the shower. I so badly wanted to go spy on him!
I was reading when he came out. “I was wondering something,” he said.
“Yeah?” I asked without looking up.
“Could you, would you mind doing last night again for me?”
I looked up to see him with a towel wrapped around his hips. I could see the tent, too. He walked over to me, and I felt his fingers rub softly against my cheek. 
“Please?”
I looked up into his brown eyes. “We really shouldn't be doing this.”
“I know, but wasn't it a lot of fun? God wants us to have fun and be happy, too.” 
As I was pondering this, he unwrapped the towel and let it drop. I stared at his beautiful dick and lost all resistance.
“It was fun, but you just stood there.”
“I'm sorry. I was really nervous. I promise I'll be more active.” He took hold of his hard-on and moved it to my lips. There was a thin liquid as he did this, and I licked it from my lips. It was lightly salty. The soapy scent from his skin was playing tricks with me now, too.
He reached down, took my hand, and guided me to stand up. My heart pounded as he stripped me out of my garments. I followed him like I was entranced as he guided me by the hand to his bed. He lay down and spread his legs wide. My eyes locked with his as I found myself crawling on his bed, moving between those inviting legs. 
I looked down at his thick meat, the dark brown bush, and his large balls. I bent down and immediately took his sac into my mouth. He moaned lightly, and I moved to his beautiful rod. I ran my tongue along one of the veins that went up the shaft. I licked the head and enjoyed how it made his dick twitch. Soon his hand was on my head, but this time it felt stronger. He guided my head down, and as his meat entered my mouth, his hips raised to guide it in deeper.
I gazed up and saw his eyes burning again. As I went down on him, his eyes closed and his head fell backward. I began slowly going up and down his meat. 
“Yeah! Suck it, Elder!”
He began humping my face as I worked his rod. I picked up speed, and both of his hands grabbed my hair as he guided me to work his cock. I started going faster, drooling thoroughly on his delicious manhood.
This time he pulled my hair so my head wouldn't move down so easily. I looked up at him confused. “Let's not make this go too fast. I want to feel my dick in your mouth for as long as possible, Elder.”
While I stared into his eyes, I slowly lowered my mouth along the long shaft. I kept taking him in until finally my nose was pressed into his pubes.
“Fuck!” he said a bit loudly.
I did this a few more times. He seemed to be getting closer, so I thought I'd give his dick a break to help make it last longer. I began kissing his navel and moved up to his chest. I was curious and started sucking on a nipple. The way his body tensed and shivered, I knew he was loving it. He ran his fingers through my hair as I worked his nipples until he began pushing my head downward.
I kissed my way down his body. “Yessss!” he hissed, and when I returned to his cock, I took it all the way. He tensed from the pleasure, and I began working his meat again.
Soon he had me change position so that my butt was near his face. While I sucked on him, he stroked my cock. 
We continued like this for a while, and when he finally came, I eagerly lapped it up. Then he surprised me by putting his mouth on my dick. I stayed on all fours while he sucked me. Soon his finger was playing with my hole. Then it went inside me. I was moaning loudly, and it seemed I was cumming within seconds.
When he released my dick, I heard him spitting. His finger continued moving in my hole, though, and I couldn't force myself to move. When he did finally quit that, he asked if I wanted to cuddle. Heck yes!
As we lay together, I couldn't keep my hand from his body. And I so badly wanted his dick again, but soon our zone leaders would be here, and that wouldn't work out well. So we got up, got dressed, and cleaned up the place a bit before they got there.
They were staying that night which really sucked because it meant we couldn't continue our fun.
The next day we were snowed-in which meant the ZLs weren't leaving either. I was really close to swearing. I was so frigging horny and missing my companion's touch and incredible body.
They were able to leave the next day. When Elder Davis didn't suggest we do anything, I felt kind of bad. I wondered if he felt guilty and like a sinner. Missionaries definitely weren't supposed to be having sex with anyone, especially each other!
The day was kind of quiet. He seemed a bit withdrawn. I tried not to worry too much. Then nighttime prayer arrived. As I said the prayer, I felt his hand on my butt cheek. He was rubbing it through my G's for a bit, but soon his hand was inside them. He was gripping my ass as we prayed.
After I finished the prayer, he stood up. I remained on my knees wondering if he was going to whip his dick out or not. He bent down and guided me to stand up as well. His fingers brushed hair from my forehead, and soon his lips were on mine. We kissed tenderly at first, and when I felt his lips opening, I opened my mouth as well. Soon our tongues were engaged, and we kissed passionately. 
As we frenched, he stripped me out of my garments. He grabbed my bare ass cheeks as we kissed, and I pressed myself against him. He broke the kiss and said “God, I want you!” He lay me down on my bed. I watched as he pulled off his underwear. He grabbed a container, put some stuff on his finger and coated his cock with it.
He lay on top of me, and we rubbed our naked bodies together as we kissed again. “Do you like my dick?” he asked after a bit.
“Yes, very much!” I said.
“Good. It's all yours,” he replied. We kissed some more before he moved into a kneeling position. “Turn over.”
I wasn't 100% sure what was going on, but I did as he asked. I felt him push apart my butt cheeks, and soon his finger was inside my hole again. When he took it out, I was a bit disappointed, but I felt something bigger enter me. Now I realized what was happening.
I took a bite of my pillow as his thick meat slowly slid inside my butt.
“You doing okay?” he asked at one point. All I could do was grunt. I was feeling a mixture of both pain and ecstasy. He pushed more into me, and I clawed at the sheets. “You want me to stop?”
“No!” I squeaked. I would be fine without the tearing feeling, but I also wanted to see what this was going to be like. I enjoyed this closeness and the feeling of his naked skin against mine, the heat of our joined bodies.
Soon he began slowly humping my butt and that helped. My hole was able to relax more with these movements, and he was able to slide more of thick cock into me. When he rested his chest against my back and began kissing my cheek, I knew I wanted all of him. When our fingers intertwined, I completely surrendered. I began pushing my butt up against him, and when my ass swallowed the rest of his meat I was in heaven.
“How's that cock feel now?” he asked.
“Fucking amazing.” 
He began picking up speed. “I think you're going to need a lot of this.”
“Oh yes!” I said. I reached back with both of my hands and rubbed his hips as they moved up and down. “I definitely need my companion.”
His hands slid under my arms and curved up and gripped my shoulders. I spread my legs further apart. It was a weird position to kiss like this, but I didn't care. We explored each other's mouth as his dick slid back and forth inside me.
Soon he was going faster, and it was difficult to continue kissing. He gripped my shoulders more tightly as he pumped his meat in my hole. I was moaning by now, and the pain was minuscule compared to the extreme pleasure. 
Suddenly I could feel my orgasm building. I began moaning more loudly which egged him on. He was pulling his dick backward more and plunging it forward. “Oh gawd!” I said as I could feel the pressure building. He bit my shoulder lightly, and I came. 
He slowed down a bit as my hole clenched down on his meat. With my gasp, I think he realized what was happening, and he adjusted to long withdrawals of his dick and slowly moving forward until his meat was buried. Then he would repeat. My fingernails dug into the bed as my ecstasy went through the roof.
As my hole relaxed, he began pounding me harder. Our bodies were slapping together as I moaned. “You're so amazing!” he said as began driving his dick harder. Soon his body froze as his rod twitched inside me. He collapsed against me. I could feel his hot breath on my sweaty neck. 
Once he began to recover, he held onto me, and we moved onto our side. He said he wanted to stay inside me as long as possible. His arms encircled me, and I felt so incredibly comfortable being held by this man. I had never felt anything like this. He kissed me softly on the face and suggested we just stay like this for the night.
“But we aren't supposed to share the same bed,” I replied without thinking.
He chuckled. “Yeah, well, I'm not supposed to have my dick shoved up your butt or in your mouth either. I think we're good.”
We readjusted so I could cover us with the sheet. He draped a leg over mine, and we drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, my alarm woke us up. I loved waking up naked. And next to a man. He stretched and smiled at me. We turned toward each other and embraced. We gently kissed. I felt his wood against me, and I reached down and took hold of it. “You're hard.”
He stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers. “I think it's time I share the priesthood with you.”
I giggled and rolled over so I was on my side. I almost sighed when I felt him enter me again. It took awhile before he could get it all inside me again, but it wasn't as painful as last night. Just tender. 
“What do you think about receiving the priesthood?”
“I'd say it definitely belongs inside me.”
“Let's make this one last,” he said.
As he slowly humped me, one of his hands languidly moved up and down my body. I loved feeling the callouses from his fingers as they roamed my flesh. Every so often he would take hold of my dick and casually stroke it.
After a while, he moved me onto my stomach. His knees went between my legs and shoved them apart. He began doing those long thrusts that always made me moan. Finally I got brave and said: “Fuck, I love your cock!”
“I couldn't be happier to hear that.”
After a few minutes, he pulled out and had me roll onto my back. He lifted up my legs and shoved them forward. I took hold of them and pulled them down so he could have access to my hole again. It was wild watching his thick meat enter my ass and disappear inside it. He was back into his previous rhythm in no time, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he bent down to kiss me passionately again.
In this position, it seemed like he could drive his dick even deeper into me. When we weren't kissing, it was kind of cool to look between my legs and watch his meat moving back and forth. Soon he was stroking my cock again. I was getting close, so when he stopped I moved his back to my rod. He spit on his hand and began going faster on my tool. My hands grabbed his muscular shoulders. His cock stayed buried inside me as he picked up speed on my rod. Within seconds I was shooting a load onto my chest.
He readjusted us a bit so he could lean down and lick up my cum from my skin. When we kissed, I could taste my own saltiness which in the moment was hotter than hell. When he returned to moving his meat back and forth, I uncontrollably said: “Oh gawd, fuck me!”
In response, he moved his dick back so far it slipped out of me. He reinserted just the head, locked my gaze with his and rammed his meat into me. 
“YES!” I said louder than I wanted, and he did it again. After ramming me a few more times, he pulled out and got off the bed. He grabbed my legs and yanked me to the edge of the bed before flipping me over. My legs went over the edge while the rest of me lay on my mattress. He slammed his meat inside me and started pounding me hard. His hands pressed against my shoulder blades as he drove his meat into me. “I want your cock, Elder! Give it to me!”
He picked up speed and force. I could hear the bed creaking noisily as he repeatedly slammed into me. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he gripped me hard enough that it kind of hurt. But I didn't care. 
Suddenly he stopped. I wondered if he was cumming, especially since he rested his torso against my back. I could feel him moving his hips in small circles occasionally, but most of the time he was just letting it rest in my ass. His hands slip up my arms, and his fingers gripped mine. I turned my head so we could kiss.
He remembered we had a meeting soon and said he was bummed he couldn't take longer. 
“We have tonight,” I replied. That made him smile. He moved his hands down my back to help himself get back into position, and soon his meat was ramming me again. He didn't last much longer.
We decided to shower together since we didn't have a lot of time. We made out a bit, and it was difficult to not go for sex again. As we were getting dressed, I asked about the stuff in the container.
“It's Vaseline. I think lube would work better, but I didn't think it would look for a missionary to be buying that.”
“Good point!” I laughed. “Maybe on P-Day we can leave our badges off and get some.” (P-Day is our preparation day, our one day off during the week.) 
We rode our bikes and attended our meeting and did some missionary work. At lunchtime, I really wanted us to get naked and have more fun, but we were too limited in time.
When we came home in the late afternoon, we had some time before going to a member's home for dinner. Once we got inside the apartment, Elder grabbed me by a shoulder and spun me around. “Time to get on your knees, Elder.”
As I knelt, I saw him undoing his pants. Once I was on my knees, I reached up and yanked his G's down. His dick was almost completely hard, and I took it into my mouth. I still had my bicycle helmet on, and he grabbed me by that and roughly forced me to deep throat him. I took my tie off and unbuttoned my shirt as he face fucked me.
After a few minutes, he shoved my head backward and pulled out of my mouth. He grinned as he stepped backward and moved to his bed. He sat on the edge and spread his legs wide. I ambled over on my knees, and took his sac into my mouth and sucked them clean of their sweat before replacing his delicious meat in my throat. Once again he gripped my helmet, and he began thrusting his cock upward while guiding my head downward. He was leaning back on one elbow. 
“This active enough for you?”
I devoured his cock in response.
“Yeah, suck that fucking cock, Elder! Show me what a good cocksucker you are.” I slid my hands beneath him and grabbed his ass while I forced his meat down my throat. I made myself cough, but I kept his rod lodged in my throat for as long as I could.
His hand guided me to move faster, and I was happy to increase my pace. I ran my hand under his shirt and garment top and pinched his nipple as he repeatedly gagged me with his rod. “You must want that cum badly,” he said.
He lay down flat and took hold of my helmet with both hands now. Since his feet were on the floor, he was able to move face fuck me a little more. “Swallow that fucking meat!” he said as he deep throated me.
I couldn't believe how fucking turned on I was.
Soon he pushed me away again. I watched as got up and moved behind me. I turned around so I was facing him. He shoved his dick back into my mouth and moved closer to the bed. My head became wedged between him and the bed, and he began fucking my throat more earnestly. I grabbed onto his ass and forced myself to relax otherwise while he used my mouth like my ass. He bent his knees and rested his hands on the bed as he drove his meat faster. I could feel his balls lightly tapping me in the chin as he fucked my throat.
I noticed his dick beginning to swell, and I prepared for his orgasm. Sure enough, a few moments later he buried his thick rod in my throat and exploded. I swallowed as fast as I could so I wouldn't choke. After a few pulses from his stiff meat, he slowly moved it back and forth. I sucked eagerly so I could taste his saltiness.
He released my helmet, and I took a couple more deep throats to milk his meat before stopping. When I stood up, he said: “I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You are fucking amazing!”
He got dressed again, and we splashed cold water on our face to get rid of the sweat before heading for dinner. After that we had to meet with someone we were teaching about the church and preparing for baptism.
When we got home again, he took me into his arms. We kissed passionately. After a bit of making out, he felt me undoing his belt. “Time for some more sinning?” he asked.
“I need the Gospel, Elder. It's time for you to share the priesthood with me again.”