Elder Johnson, a devout Mormon boy, awakens before dawn, his body stirring with desires he's been taught to suppress. He retreats to his room, locking the door behind him. His hand tentatively wraps around his throbbing cock, a shiver running through him as he begins to stroke. He imagines the girls from his congregation, their innocent faces replaced with lustful gazes as they take him in their mouths, their hands, their bodies. He pumps his cock faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until he reaches his peak, spilling his seed into his hand, his body wracked with shame and guilt.