Elder Lund lied in bed next to his companion, Elder Gardner, still catching his breath from the intense session of kissing  and fucking. While Gardner passed out quickly, spent from his exertion inside his roommate, Lund questioned everything he knew about sex and sexuality. How is it that he came to be tied up with everything? How is it that he found himself having sex with his companion? And how is it that he loved every minute of it? He looked back on his time as a younger teenager and never once gave another man a second glance. He wasn’t sure if the feelings he was having there in that bed were ones he’d had all along, hidden deep within him, or if they were in-the-moment impulses. With his hole still swollen from Gardner’s thick cock, he kissed his sleeping, and very hung partner and retreated to his own bed. When he woke up, he’d hoped that he and Elder Gardner could go for a second round of lovemaking, but was aroused instead by a message from President Ballard. It seemed the president needed to see him right away. He and his companion would be on splits today so he could head to the temple. With no time to waste, he immediately showered and dressed for his meeting. Elder Lund hadn’t seen the bearded man since he was tied to a chair and stroked against his will. And as much as he enjoyed it, he still feared him, knowing he would be powerless to whatever he demanded of him. He walked with trepidation into the temple, holding back both beads of nervous sweat and an untimely, a growing erection. Once inside, he was taken to a changing room by the temple patrons and told to dress in a white temple shield, essentially just a sheer sheet that covered his loins, front and back. He’d worn it before in his life, but this time he knew something would be different. If the Brethren were behind this, it wasn’t going to be a simple ceremony. But to his surprise, the handsome president greeted him warmly, seeming to have the same familiar manner of any other priesthood leader. He dipped his hands in consecrated oil and began to speak the words of an anointing ritual. Elder Lund let his guard down a bit, feeling the man’s hands caress his body, stopping with each recitation and blessing him from eyes, to ears, to mouth, and further. It had a hypnotic quality that made Lund forget the ceremony of it all and focus on each loving touch. It felt nice. Really nice. And he knew it shouldn’t. Was it him? Was it Ballard? It was so confusing. It was clear before when the man put his hands on him, but now, he couldn’t tell if the sensation he was feeling was in his own head or intentional. He didn’t know what to think and his mind began to race, repeating the questions in his head about his past and present. But it all seemed to stop when the president’s hands stopped on his buttocks when running down his back. His fingers cupped in a way that did not seem ritual, and moved in a way that seemed more covetous than pure. President Ballard’s face pressed against his back, revealed by the displacement of the back panel of his shield. His lips pressed against his skin, smelling him and kissing him as his fingers slowly curved in toward the center of his cheeks. Elder Lund knew what was happening, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt. The feel of the older man’s hands on him made him feel excited, even powerful, knowing that he was so desires and adored. President Ballard turned the boy’s head back to his and leaned in to kiss him. Elder Lund still thought it was kind of weird to kiss another man, but in this moment it felt right. He let his anxiety float away into the large white space and decided to give himself to the handsome man beside him. Ballard removed his shield, exposing the boy’s naked body. His eyes darted all around, detailing every inch of his smooth flesh. He was very slim with only the slightest signs of an adult body. The giveaways were his big, meaty cock that sat atop his full, heavy balls. President Ballard knelt down to kiss the boy’s impressive erection, pressing his lips against its side and feeling it warm his face and beard. He was truly enamored with it, taking it into his mouth to suck it and taste it. Elder Lund looked down, watching as his piece moved past the older man’s beard and disappeared down his throat. It felt incredible, tensing his insides as the head of his penis was repeatedly massaged with the man’s tongue. President Ballard ran his hands on the boy’s sides, moving around to feel his backside before he pulled his cock out to speak. “Turn around.” The boy did as he was told, curious what was in store for him. “Spread your legs,” he continued, watching the boy’s narrow thighs move apart. The boy’s butt was small, but perfectly shaped and smooth. President Ballard paused to watch Lund get himself into position before splitting his cheeks apart with his hands. He did so with a softness and an ease that seemed delicate--as if he was worried that if he was too quick and too hard he could break him. He opened him up and fixated his eyes on his tiny, button hole, staring at it like he had uncovered a pearl in a shell. President Ballard placed his large, strong hand on the boy’s tiny body, pressing down his back to get him to bend over. The boy did as he was guided and his little butt popped out for the man’s pleasure. With that, Ballard was compelled by desire and pressed his face softly between his smooth buttocks. As soon as the man’s beard and tongue grazed his hole, Elder Lund let out an audible gasp. The feeling was enough to truly take the air from his lungs. It felt amazing. A warm, wet, welcome wave of pleasure, lick after lick, that made him curl his toes and fidget on the end of Ballard’s skilled tongue. The older man braced his hands on the boy’s tiny hips, holding him in place so his reactions wouldn’t interfere with his tasting. He continued to press his lips and mouth on him, splitting him open and working him for his delectation. Elder Lund’s hand fell to his cock, stroking as he was devoured from behind. The tornado tongue of President Ballard made a familiar feeling stir up from deep down. The same feeling that came over him when he had his legs up with his companion the night before. He wanted to get fucked. No. He needed it. He was begging for it. The pleasure in his hole consumed him and controlled him, and for Elder Lund at that moment, the only better feeling would be that handsome man’s member pressing him even further open...