Elder Jones fidgeted in his seat, trying to get secure and comfortable. His palms were sweaty and he felt heat rising around hisshirt collar. He couldn’t be sure, but he felt like his cheeks were flushed. He couldn’t remember a time he was more vulnerable and more discomfited.
President Lewis had asked him question after question about his sexuality and sexual history, probing, invasive questions that Elder Jones felt very strange hearing, let alone answering. He was asked about pornography, masturbation, sexual fantasies… Elder Jones wasn’t naive. He knew well about sex and desire. Especially since he began his mission…
The young man had been struggling to reconcile his calling and his time as a missionary with the frequently recurring thoughts of the men in the church. He noticed their beautiful faces, all smiling and eager, looking back at him and filling him with new feelings. He noticed their bodies, filling out their fine suits and athletic wear on P-day exercises and games.
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