Elder Price had smuggled it into his room in his backpack, at first he was afraid that Elder McKinley would check it, but the two had gotten into a petty argument and McKinley wouldn't even look at him. Price was able to get in scott-free. He had found it at the market, Elder Cunningham had been distracted by some mint-condition Star Wars action figures he had seen in a stall down the street and had wandered off. Price was on his way to find him when he saw it - and old Apple Powerbook sitting on a counter of some ramshackle stall, between a goat (only three american dollars! Freshly slaughtered!) and a some day-old chicken carcasses.
But that had been yesterday. Now, it was sitting on his nightstand and Price was alone in his room - Cunningham was out having a private Book of Mormon study session with Nabalungi. For the next hour, Price had the room and the Powerbook all to himself. He plugged in the chord and pressed the power button, half hoping it wouldn't turn on.
He nearly jumped through the roof when he heard the start-up chimes. He quickly smothered the computer with his pillow to prevent any further sound escaping from it. Price didn't even want to begin to think what would happen if he was found with a contraband computer.
Price unplugged the telephone chord from the back of the phone on Cunningham's nightstand and plugged it into the Powerbook. Dial-up was going to be crazy slow, but he had to compromise, it's not like there was high-speed internet in Ugandan, anyways.
He opened up the web browser and went to Google Images. The cursor flashed in the search bar as Price's hand hovered over the "O" key. Dare he use the internet? He pressed the "o".
Before he knew it, Price was on an image-hosting site, browsing through a large album of photos of Orlando, Florida. The temperature of the room was increasing with each click.
The Epcott Ball, Seaworld, The Magic Kingdom.
As each picture appeared on the screen, Price felt his pants getting tighter and tighter in the crotch area. He looked around and decided it was safe. Price unbuckled his belt and slid his black slacks off his legs and onto the floor. Price's erection pushed against his church-issued undergarments.
He unbutton his shirt and slowly slid off his white underwear.
There it was, a Mormon boner, sticking straight up. Price slowly curled his fingers around his manhood. He moaned a little - he'd never been touched like this. With his left hand, Price clicked through the online photo album. With his right hand, he stroked his cock.
With each pump, Price felt more and more relaxed. As his clicking speed increased, so did his fist wrapped around his erection. Price let out a little moan as a shot of Orlando from a helicopter appeared on the screen.
The next click took Price to a map of Orlando. He began to thrust his hips into his hand, in time with the pumps. His moaning became louder and faster.
"Oh, oh, Orlando! Mmmm, Orlando!" he nearly whined as he stroked his cock. He was nearing orgasm. As his trusts and pumps reached their climax, and Price's breathing became shallower and shallower, Elder Cunningham entered the room.
"OH ORLANDO!" Elder Price screamed as thick, hot ropes of semen ejaculated from his penis and landed with a *plurk* sound on his chest, bed, and face.
"Is this a bad time?" Elder Cunningham asked
Price didn't respond, he was nearly in a coma after the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
"I'll come back later," Cunningham said as he backed out of the room.