Elder Johnson's first night in the mission home is filled with an unsettling, yet exhilarating, sense of anticipation. As he lies in bed, he hears soft footsteps approaching. The door creaks open, and in steps Elder Sorenson, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. "Couldn't sleep, Brother Johnson?" he asks, his voice a low, velvety rumble. As he approaches, Johnson can see the outline of Sorenson's rigid cock pressing against his pajama pants, a sight that sends a shiver of excitement down Johnson's spine, igniting an insatiable hunger for the forbidden fruit of gay missionary love.