Elder Miller and Elder Peterson silently remove their clothes, not saying a word as they hang their proselytizing clothes on locker hooks in the temple locker room. They remove the white shirts and ties that make missionary missionaries immediately recognizable, and slip into the very revealing white robes used in the secret erotic rituals performed in the temple. President Wilcox has requested they join him at the temple on a Sunday when it is otherwise closed to the public. They were only told that they should prepare for the initiatory ordinances of washing and anointing them. The mission president and Elder Peterson have told Elder Miller what to expect. Given that Elder Miller knows the president as well as he does, no explanation was necessary. He had already assumed that today the ceremony would be a particularly intimate experience. These missionary sexual rituals are essential ordinances and must be performed in the holy temple, by a man having the proper authority, and they must be spoken verbatim. If even one word or a gesture is forgotten, the officiant must start again from the beginning. President Wilcox takes his responsibility very seriously when conducting these special initiatory sessions. He motions for Elder Peterson, who was recently ordained with the higher priesthood, to sit just outside the small curtained area where he'll conduct Elder Miller's washing. Then he begins the ordinance. He's very solemn, and the gravity of his demeanor inspires both seriousness and longing in the nearly naked missionary boy standing before him. "Elder Miller," he says, "today I will clothe you in the garment of the holy priesthood. Having authority, I will wash and anoint you according to traditions given anciently. We will begin with your head.” As the handsome older man speaks the words of the ordinance, Elder Miller’s mind wanders. He looks down at the man’s big hands, and he pictures them touching his body in the more intimate parts of this ritual. He knows that in a few moments, the man will touch his lips, his neck, his belly, his loins. He wonders if the older man is also turned on by this encounter, and if he’ll be tempted to let his hand linger longer than necessary, or if he’ll brush against his cock or his nuts, or if maybe he’ll even take his penis in his hand and masturbate him. Maybe he'll take the boy's cock in his mouth and give him a gloriously wet blowjob. Elder Miller thinks about how hot it would be to shoot a giant load all over his mission president's face. At the thought, the boy become hard, his dick straining against the thin temple shield. Elder Peterson is trying to be good, but he can't resist stealing a glance at his very hot mission president in his white suit, and his handsome companion, whose perfect, muscular body is on full display. Peterson runs his eyes over the two of them, then reaches down and strokes his dick. As the president sensually massages the boy's body -- beginning with his head and neck, then moving down his body to his meaty cock -- Elder Peterson develops a throbbing erection. He wants to see the other missionary boy cum, and then he wants his turn.