The room was dark when Elder Gonzalez entered, and it confused him as to why. Normally everything was bright with white walls and crisp linens on the walls and furniture. Now though, there were only a few spotlights hanging from the ceiling and the corners of the room were hidden in the shadows, it made him wonder if anyone were hiding in them and watching. The room was somewhat eerie, and yet mysterious and intriguing at the same time Gonzalez was already uncertain why the Brethren had asked him to return for a second anointing. He found his way to the altar which was in the center of the room. Shortly after, he felt hands upon his body, gently gliding from his ass to his shoulders and groin, loosening his clothes along the way. And just as any 18 year old boy would react to his clothes being removed by someone else, Elder Gonzalez couldn't help but pop wood before he was even fully naked. He felt very aroused by the touch of another on his skin, his missionary dick throbbing in anticipation of full release. The young missionary did get the release he was hoping for, but not before his entire body was rubbed down, oiled and massaged. Teasing and edging him to the point that his balls began to scream to be emptied; and when that moment finally came, it was a joy to behold for everyone, especially the young Elder. In the end, the missionary was too weak to move, and it took some time to muster up the strength to finally get dressed and go back to his room.