Elder Dalton knew he should be carrying his head high as a newly ordained member of the Order. It was a great honor and achievement, something most other missionaries would never know. Still, he felt himself overwhelmed by all of what had happened to him.
In a few short months, he’d gone from a having a completely provincial and stunted concept of sex and sexuality to now being at the beck and call of the higher priesthood, handsome, powerful older man whose appetites are beyond what he could even conceive.
Elder Dalton tried hard to focus. As he stood in his temple shield, he did everything he could think of to keep his mind clear and pure. But lately, he couldn’t get any peace. All he could think about was the sex he’d had. The sex he wanted again.
Bishop Hart was beyond delighted with Elder Dalton. The young boy wasn’t just innocent and virginal, but seemingly completely ignorant to all things related to sex.
Everything he did to him was received with a beautiful stunned look that could only come from someone who had no concept of arousal or stimulation. When Dalton blew his load over his toned, boyish stomach, he seemed shocked both by the spew of cum that erupted from his cock as well as the intense, unbelievable pleasure he got from it.
Elder Dalton walked into the temple hastily and nervously, fidgeting with his tie clip to get it to stay straight. He’d been taught his whole life the importance of being neatly groomed and presentable, especially when meeting with the priesthood.
Dalton could not have been a more impressive model of Mormon, fitting the look and manner of a disciplined missionary perfectly. Still, his anxiety about falling even momentarily short of the ideals to which he’d been raised coursed through his body, making his fingers slightly shake as he worked to right himself.
