Bishop Gibson followed President Lee into the sacred chamber, eager to see what the older man had to teach him. As a member of the Order, he knew he was fortunate to be surrounded by some of the most powerful and handsome men he’d ever meet. And as such, he wanted to learn all he could.
Elder Zachary went into a panic! He searched all over his room and couldn’t find his camcorder. He thought he’d put it away with his biking equipment and P-day stuff, but it was nowhere to be found.
He normally wouldn’t be so concerned about not being able to find one of his belongings. He may have otherwise even assumed Elder Ingles had borrowed it. But this was special. Sensitive. Not only was the camera itself pretty expensive, it had very damning content on it. Namely the sex tape of him and his companion!
Elder Zachary returned to his mission apartment, his hole still wet from Bishop Hart’s cum. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have the older man’s cock in his ass, and how aroused he was to be filled with another man’s semen.
Bishop Hart told him he couldn’t talk about it with anyone, especially the other missionaries. Elder Zachary didn’t like the idea of having to lie to his companion, but he promised to do as Hart told him.
Elder Zachary looked down at his shirt as he pulled it out of his pants. He’d taken great care to keep it neatly tucked and pressed, only to now be unexpectedly stripping down. Bishop Hart sat a couple feet away, watching him.
The older man had asked him a series of probing questions about his sexuality. It wasn’t unexpected to be asked about pornography or masturbation, but Hart’s questions seemed more directed and focused than usual. They weren’t just about sex or thoughts of sex. They were about men. Specifically attraction to men.