WARNING!
Elder Esplin
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Missionary Boys | 2017 | 89 |
Description source: promotional material
Elder Esplin is everything one would expect of a Zone Leader: respectful, attentive, dutiful. Not only that, he's blessed with killer good looks, and a tight firm body. He seems to only have one problem: a few months into his mission he found himself questioning the teachings of the church.
Elder Dobrovnik is preoccupied with thoughts of his initiation ceremony with President Oaks.
The handsome man got on top of the missionary boy and held his small hips in his strong hands. Putting the head of his cock at the boy’s puckered hole, the priesthood leader slowly stabbed his plump cockhead into the boy’s tight quim.
Poor Elder Dobrovnik had only been fucked twice before, but still he winced and whimpered as the priesthood leader’s engorged cock plunged deep inside him, stretching him as wide as a summer sausage before the big man’s ball’s were pressed against his taint.
It didn’t take long before Oaks was fucking the boy with long, slow strokes. Elder Dobrovnik was moaning with pleasure and even spread his legs wider for President Oaks. As the boy’s raging hard boner began to swing with the force of each thrust, Oaks knew he had won him over.
When it was all over, President Oaks withdrew his member from Dobrovnik’s hole, and anointed the boy with cum.
“You continue to be a very obedient recruit, Elder,” Oaks had said.
That was welcome praise for the missionary missionary boy. Dobrovnik felt a tremendous sense satisfaction..
When his mission president told him about The Order, there were several weeks where he thought of almost nothing else. Unsurprising given his missionary upbringing and the things he had been taught about sex.
And although he had never considered sex with men before he started his induction, he realized during his very first encounter with President Oaks when he received the calling, that being submissive to a man of higher priesthood authority, defines him in ways he was only beginning to understand.
A realization that was cemented as fact when he been disciplined by President Ballard and then fucked by Ballard’s strapping nephew.
President Oaks knows this about the boy as well..
“Now that you’ve demonstrated obedient and submissive to the duties and covenants of the priesthood, you will be given a mission assignment.”
Dobrovnik listens carefully as Oaks explains that he will be given a new companion to train and recruit. The boy has also been on his mission for roughly a year and also identified as a possible recruit.
Elder Esplin, a gorgeous clean cut blond is, according to Oaks, “doubting the validity of the church”.
On his PDay when he and his companion had internet access, the Brethren monitored his searches. They learned that while he should have been writing letters home, he instead spent time looking up “missionary and gay,” and sources that disprove major tenants of the missionary faith like “CES Letter” and “Kinderhook Plates.”
Far from feeling comforted, Elder Esplin was confused that much of what he previously believed is not true.
“We plan to share the truth with him, Elder Dobrovnik. And we believe you can be a service in this regard.” President Oaks had told him.
The boys were paired together during transfers that week, and Dobrovnik spent the first few days watching Elder Esplin carefully.
The young boy does seem to be in crisis. He spends much of the night before lights out in prayer, his lean body perfectly still, his hands clasped together.
As Dobrovnik watches the boy’s muscular body in the flimsy sacred underwear, it’s all Dobrovnik can do to hide his pulsing erection before getting into bed.
One night, Dobrovnik decides he has waited long enough. He approaches the praying boy and lays a hand on Esplin’s shoulder.
“I know you’re having doubts, but, I want you to learn the truth.”
Esplin turns to Dobrovnik and gets up off his knees. “What do you mean?”
Dobrovnik and Esplin sit together on the bench that separates their beds. Dobrovnik can smell the boy’s fresh, clean scent. He must have just showered. Dobrovnik’s balls are already heavy with cum at the thought of the boy running his hands across his body.
The conversation was long. Once Dobrovnik shared what he knew about the secret brotherhood and the sacred higher priesthood, the conversation focused on the sex involved. As they spoke, Dobrovnik got closer to Esplin’s beautiful lips.
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever been a part of,” Dobrovnik says.
The Russian missionary boy begins to rub the blond missionary boy’s thigh. Esplin looks unsure, scared even, but Dobrovnik can see his shaft lengthening through the sacred underwear.
“Won’t we get in trouble for this?” Esplin asks.
Dobrovnik gets so close to Esplin’s mouth that he can see the peach fuzz on his smooth, boyish cheeks. They breath heavily in the silence.
“This is what they want us to do.” Dobrovnik whispers, and pulls the boy in for a kiss.
Elder Esplin could still taste Elder Dobrovnik on his lips as he sat quietly in the ward mission leader’s home. His companion was off to meet with President Oaks and he was left obsessing over the events of the previous night.
Yesterday, Elder Esplin had been ready to pack his bags and abandon his mission before Elder Dobrovnik revealed to him the truth of the higher priesthood—that sex was not just important but that it was powerful to the Priesthood. And that in doing so with each other, not only would they be coming closer together as companions, but they’d be preparing themselves for a secret brotherhood.
Elder Esplin hadn’t thought about having sex with men before, but in a way it made a strange kind of sense to him. Even though he liked girls, he knew boys are the ones who always want sex.
Having spent countless nights looking for answers, Elder Dobrovnik gave him the first signs that maybe his mission and his presence weren’t a waste of time after all.
He’d never kissed a boy, let alone fucked a boy, but he couldn’t help but get lost in the warm, tight ass of his tall companion. Elder Dobrovnik’s strong legs had wrapped tightly around him as he experienced the new, amazing sensation of his cock inside another man. He’d done everything he could to keep the sensation going before he could no longer hold in the pressure of his load aching to be released.
As the two recovered from their orgasms, lying side by side and touching each other’s bodies, they’d shared their past experiences with each other—intimate details of their exploits before their missions. Feeling very close with his companion, Elder Esplin had even revealed to Dobrovnik certain fantasies he’d had. He’d shared that he loves having his ass rimmed, having it only done once. Seeing Dobrovnik respond positively to this, he also revealed a bigger secret. He’d heard of people having sex while being tied up and blindfolded, not able to move or see. He‘d explained that he didn’t know why but that it was something he’d always wanted to experience. Dobrovnik smiled and knew that he had to tell President Oaks.
A few days after Elder Esplin’s passionate night, he got summoned to the Temple. He was nervous, but his companion assured him that everything would be fine if he were completely obedient. He was also excited about the knowledge that Elder Dobrovnik had shared with him.
He was lead in by two temple ordinance officiants and told to undress down to his sacred garments. He did as he was told, feeling his heart begin to race. The beat intensified as he was instructed to remain still while his hands were tied behind his back and his eyes were covered with a blindfold. He began to sweat as he was slowly walked into another room, disoriented by his inability to see where he was. He was placed into a kneeling position and told to wait patiently.
Elder Esplin knelt there for a good while, unable to move or see. He knew this was some sort of test and he wanted desperately to pass. Just then, he heard the footsteps of someone entering the room. He couldn’t make anything out about this individual, only that he seemed to move slowly and deliberately around him, carefully inspecting and caressing his tied up and vulnerable body. Strong, firm hands moved under the boy’s undergarments, which could now barely contain his growing erection.
As his breath was becoming deeper and faster, he was gently bent over, resting his head down on the ottoman with his ass high in the air. His undergarments were pulled down, revealing his soft, smooth behind. Then, out of nowhere, he felt his body tense up as the stranger’s hand slapped fast and hard into his bare, exposed buttocks. Repeatedly, his muscles tensed and his heart raced as his ass was assaulted by the firm palms of this nameless and faceless figure.
Soon, he felt the warm, soothing trickle of oil creep down the crevasse of his backside, relaxing his ass and his body. He squirmed a little as this excited him from the inside out. He stopped as he felt the stranger’s fingertip firmly placed at the threshold of his pink boy-hole. With each breath, he could feel the micro-movements of his body begin to relax on the end of his finger.
“Take my finger in,” the man said, his voice powerful and strong, yet familiar. As Elder Esplin realized that it was President Oaks speaking, his knees gave slightly and he body fell back onto the leader’s finger, slowly wrapping around up to the first knuckle. He let out a breath and his heart beat heavily against the walls of his chest, feeling incredible excitement by being exposed and taken in this way. His ass took more of the finger inside, clenching around it and shifting back and forth.
To his dismay, the finger retracted and seemed to slip from his senses. Was that it? Was it over? Just then, he heard the unbuckling of President Oaks’ belt and the clinking sound of the buckle as it hit the floor. He breathed deeply as he realized that that was just the beginning…
Following Esplin’s hot encounter with President Oaks, he still had a number of questions and uncertainties about his place in the church. Especially now that the salt and pepper president revealed to him the purpose of their meeting.
President Oaks informed Elder Esplin that he was in fact a member of the secret Order. He had been tasked to take stock of the young man and determine if he was worthy of entry into the priesthood. Aware of his doubts, they wanted to test of his loyalty, faith, and obedience.
Elder Esplin had only heard of the secret fraternal brotherhood by way of his companion, Elder Dobrovnik. He did not know who else was in it or how far the ranks of the membership went. He was intrigued and thought about this new information constantly.
He was only distracted from his obsession with the secret priesthood order when thinking about his frustrations with his mission president, President Ballard.
Esplin had tried to hide his growing skepticism, but Ballard took notice of the slightest changes in behavior. When he saw an opening in Elder Esplin’s defenses, he told the young elder to meet him later at the mission home.
At the mission home, Elder Esplin was directed by one of the APs into the home’s library and given additional information about the induction process. He had questions, but instead of getting answers he was ushered into President Ballard’s office and told to sit and wait. President Ballard didn’t look up or acknowledge the boy when he entered the office, so Elder Esplin stayed quiet, waiting patiently as instructed, but deep down he was anxious to see what his mission president would do with him. For quite a while, the older man seemed to completely ignore that he was there. When was he going to get on with it?
Then, without so much as a greeting or acknowledgment, his mission president put away his work and ordered Elder Esplin to stand and undress.
Elder Esplin wasn’t sure why he needed to take off his clothes, but felt compelled to obey his mission president. But when his mission president ordered him close and placed his big, strong hands on his crotch, his mind went to pieces and rational thought stopped.
Barely even making eye contact with him, President Ballard told Esplin to undress completely and to get on all fours up on his desk. The anxiety Elder Esplin felt quickly became excitement. Something about the way President Ballard ordered him around and took complete control of his actions made him lust for his mission president. His frustration became desire as he began to see this man in a new, sexier light.
As he stayed in his position, face forward and ass in the air, he was surprised at how good Ballard’s manly hands felt moving across his body. The way he grazed his back, caressed his butt, cradled and squeezed his balls made him feel completely vulnerable and exposed, but also awakened his flesh in an intoxicating way.
He wanted this man in a way that he wouldn’t have predicted before this meeting.
Elder Esplin leaped off the desk the instant President Ballard ordered him down on his knees. He knew the sexy daddy was going to give him his big fat cock and he could not wait to feel it in his mouth. As President Ballard unzipped his pants and exposed his member, Elder Esplin could not believe just how thick this man’s cock was!
Elder Esplin got down on it as far as he could, trying to open his mouth wide enough to fit it all in. He felt his jaw muscles ache as he pushed pushed himself onto his mentor’s cock. His efforts must have been appreciated, as President Ballard let out the first sign of satisfaction.
President Ballard removed his all of his clothing, revealing his big biceps, full chest, and strong legs to his cock hungry submissive. Elder Esplin was surprised to find a sexy muscle daddy standing before him.
Feeling the boy struggling on his cock, soaking it in saliva, President Ballard brought Elder Esplin back around to the desk and bent him over the edge. Dripping a mixture of spit and pre-cum, the powerful leader gently pushed his girthy cock into the tight hole of the young missionary.
Elder Esplin felt himself being opened wide, experiencing a pain and a pleasure he’d never known together. This man was truly testing the limits of his body, nearly splitting him in two with each slow thrust.
President Ballard could feel the boy’s insides gripping onto his cock, barely able to take him completely. He slowly pressed himself deeper in, careful not to go to fast, warming up Elder Esplin’s tight hole for a real pounding…
Elder Esplin simply could not reconcile all his frustrations with the Church. Everything he’s been raised to believe seemed to be, at best, misleading and, at worst, blatant lies about the world. He wasn’t raised to have an independent mind, but thanks to a healthy dose of curiosity his eyes had been opened.
It all happened so quickly and before he knew it he was careening down the rabbit hole of church secrets as he learned more and more about the elusive fraternal sex cult. Elder Dobrovnik had revealed the existence of The Order. His head was still spinning when President Ballard extended an official invitation to enter the secret fraternity, more or less fucking the offer into him with his impossibly thick dick.
He couldn’t deny how hot it was to be opened up by his mission president right there on his desk. He even found himself fantasizing about it over and over.
But as much as Elder Esplin desired his president’s dick, and as much as he wanted to discover more about The Order, he was still full of frustrations about his missionary life.
This was, of course, obvious to President Oaks. The Brethren were very perceptive and could easily identify when a young man starting to feel lost, but each boy requires tailored guidance. Oaks called Elder Esplin to the temple for exactly the thing he was sure the boy needed.
Elder Esplin made his way into the dark chamber where he was told to go, and once in the room he found himself alone with President Oaks and President Ballard.
The two men stood on either side of a table, covered by a black cloth. Lifting up the cover, the presidents revealed what appeared to be a long, wooden table with evenly spaced pegs in a row. Elder Esplin took note of how they increased in size and he immediately knew their purpose.
President Oaks sat down in a chair at the far end and instructed the young man to undress. Elder Esplin did as he was told, not forgetting his duty to obey.
As he undid his tie and removed his shirt, he felt increasingly aware of his nakedness in front of the fully clothed leaders. He felt a bit humiliated being exposed in that way. And as he took off his undergarments, revealing his naked, hard body, his felt embarrassed and aroused at the same time.
“Proceed to the end of the board,” President Oaks directed.
Elder Esplin made his way to the end where the smallest peg stood up. President Ballard pumped oil from a silver container into his hand and began to coat the first knob. Elder Esplin needed no more instruction on what to do and, frankly, wanted to just get through it quickly.
As soon as Ballard moved his hand away, Elder Esplin moved down onto the peg, arching his back to be able to take it all in one, quick move. It hurt just a little as it spread his ass and pushed into him, being that his hole was not at all warmed up for that kind of activity.
Sensing his impatience, President Oaks’ eyes shot at the headstrong boy.
“Slowly,” he ordered firmly.
Elder Esplin tried to suppress his urge to get each one in as quickly as possible, and focused on taking his time.
As soon as his ass opened to take the whole object, President Oaks’ voice called out, “Next one… go slower.”
President Ballard lubed up the second peg. And, just as before, Elder Esplin lowered himself onto it. He felt it hit a sensitive spot inside him, and it was like an electric jolt that made his dick stand up and sent a tingling sensation throughout his whole body.
As his dick began to harden, he instinctively began to stroke himself. Suddenly remembering that he was being watched, he looked to President Oaks. The salt and pepper man nodded in approval.
“Next one,” he said firmly but gently. “Even slower this time. I want you to really feel it inside yourself.”
Elder Esplin moved down the line, gently resting his warm hole just on the top of the third peg. President Oaks leaned forward, grinning devilishly as the handsome young man followed his commands, and focused on seeing him make his way closer.
“I want to see you go all the way up on it and all the way down.”
As the third peg slowly filled the silky smooth anal canal of Elder Esplin, he could sense a real shift in his body. He got heated up and sweaty as the plug rubbed up against his prostate, shooting pulses of pleasure throughout his toned muscles. His humiliation became determination and his sense of pride rose up. He wanted to see how far he could go.
“Next one.”
This fourth movement proved to be more of a challenge. He gently pushed himself down, trying to consume the width of the object. He shifted his hips, trying to make his body yield to the pressure.
President Oaks continued to watch him. He was so much closer now than when he started, practically within arm’s reach. Elder Esplin could see the man’s sexy, silver hair and tan skin out of the corner of his eyes. He wanted to prove himself to this perfect daddy, but was beginning to falter. The sweaty boy looked up, just about to concede failure to the handsome, older man.
“Look at me,” President Oaks spoke softly, locking eyes with his young protege. And in a new, more gentle and paternal tone, he continued, “All the way.”
Elder Esplin felt his body open up and wrap around the bulbous knob, hitting hard against his prostate as he came down. Before he could even enjoy the rattle from within his pelvis, President Oaks spoke once more, “Next one….”
Elder Esplin moved to the next peg, bringing his body closer to President Oak’s. He could practically smell the musk coming from him, making him hungry to have the man inside him. For now, this fifth prong would have to suffice.
He stroked himself as he polished the top of the knob with his wet hole, waiting to feel it move inside him as the others had. The pain, however, become more than he could handle. With a deep breath, he sighed and admitted defeat.
Having seen the boy truly push his body’s limit, President Oaks ordered him to stand up and face away. As these words left his lips, the sexy man began to undress himself, eyeing the lean backside of Elder Esplin.
“Bend over,” he said, continuing to remove articles of clothing.
Esplin presented his ass in the air, giving President Oaks a good look at his young pliable hole. He felt completely warmed up, his sphincter pink and sensitive from the stretching he’d undergone. Oaks’ hand slid up and down his crack, soothing his ache of being stretched. He was proud of him and how far he’d come, but that was just the warm up.
Moving in closer, President Oaks took his oily hand and rubbed it up and down his throbbing shaft, bringing it right up to the boy’s sensitive hole. He slowly pushed himself in, feeling the heat of the boy’s ass wrap around his engorged cock head. He let out a moan when his dick kissed the deepest pocket of the boys rectum and his pelvis press against the soft cheeks of Elder Esplin’s ass. Balls deep in the boy’s body, he rested a moment appreciating the boy who was impaled on his cock.
Before this was over, President Oaks was going to make sure every hole of this beautiful boy was fucked and filled…