WARNING!
Elder Gardner
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Missionary Boys | 2018 | 124 |
Description source: promotional material
Handsome, young Elder Gardner has been living each day of his mission hiding a terrible secret. He's so burdened by the shame of his sexuality, he barely even looks at the sexy older men who've taken an interest in him. Deep down, all he wants is a sexy daddy to say the magic words that will free him from his angst: "good boy." The Brethren see great potential in him and are excited to help him earn those words.
Elder Gardner felt like his back was going to permanently fuse with the back of his chair. He’d been sitting in a state of fear and anxiety for what felt like hours.
President Ballard had called him in for a private meeting, questioning him about sex and his urges. Elder Gardner had never talked about this with anyone, not even his own parents. He felt uncomfortable talking about it knowing that the truth would land him in hot water.
The troubled young missionary knew he was attracted to men. It was something he’d been avoiding and hiding for years. Fortunately, the church doesn’t permit any sexual activity outside of marriage, so it never really came up.
But as he got older, those urges were getting harder and harder to keep locked away. And before this meeting, he thought he still had control over his secret.
But as the beads of sweat dripped down his neck, he knew his armor was cracking.
After denying his sexual preference for what seemed like hours, President Ballard asked if he would be willing to prove his honesty.
“Yes.” The boy replied.
“Good. Take off your shoes,” Ballard ordered, sitting beside the nervous boy.
Gardner did as he was told, not sure of why, but just hoping that it would be a distraction from his interrogation.
When he finished, his priesthood leader told him to continue, removing his shirt and pants, all the way down to his sacred missionary underwear, the lightweight material sticking to his lean body from his anxious sweating.
President Ballard had pressed the boy again and again on what he perceived was an underlying homosexual desire, but Gardner consistently denied those assertions.
Ballard had heard it all before, especially from boys who would ultimately be down on their knees begging for his cum. Besides, he couldn’t help but notice Elder Gardner checking out the massive bulge in his pants throughout their entire interview.
“I’m now going to conduct a test,” the president continued. “Give me your hands, I’m going to tie them behind your back.”
The older man took a soft, strong white rope and tied the boy’s wrists together behind his chair. Elder Gardner’s heart raced, nervous about what this restraint will bring.
“Now I’m going to ask you some questions, and I would like for you to be honest with me.”
The older man sat back down in his chair, pulling himself closer to the bound boy. He came so close that the boy’s knee stopped just inches from his crotch.
Gardner was becoming aroused, and realized that stripped down to his garments there was nowhere for an untimely erection to hide!
President Ballard began to rub his thighs, asking him if he likes it. If it makes him nervous. If it feels good.
Elder Gardner answered honestly, trying to keep his mind focused on not getting an erection. The constant touching and questioning played with his mind and body, twisting them into a strange blend of torture and sensuality.
President Ballard’s whispered tone and soft touches roused the boy’s penis, making it harder and harder. The handsome man saw this and offered no modesty by calling it out.
“Oh dear. You’re getting hard. Very hard.”
The older man licked his fingers and pulled out the swollen member of the trapped young man. Exposed and confused, Elder Gardner’s heart pounded in his chest, seeming only to pump more blood to his erection.
Ballard stroked him and teased him more, telling him how he must like it if he’s so hard, and how wrong it was for him to enjoy being touched by a grown man.
All the while, the older man’s cock was dripping pre-cum, watching the young boy twist in his chair between physical pleasure and mental anguish.
Soon the questions became more pointed, asking him about how he masturbates, what he thinks about… who he thinks about. Ballard kept Gardner’s cock in his hand while forcing him to maintain eye contact. Between those two points, the President had the most accurate lie detector test imaginable.
With every tiny physical reaction–each breath, each writhe, each time he swallowed his saliva–President Ballard questioned him on it, cornering him in where he could no longer deny how much he loved it.
“Do you think about boys when you touch yourself?”
“No!”
“Do you think about older men when you touch yourself?
“…No.”
“–You hesitated there. …I think you like thinking about older men touching you. I think you like that I’m touching you. I think you’d like me to do more than just touch you.”
With that, the older man leaned in slowly, bringing his mouth so close to Elder Gardner’s that he could feel the boy’s choppy, steamy breaths on his lips. He paused just short of making contact, watching the subtle behaviors of his captured prey.
The micro-expressions of desire in his face, the twitching of his bottom lip, aching to be touched, and the way his tongue glistened in his slightly opened mouth, preparing to be tasted.
“I don’t think you’re being quite honest with me. You’re getting harder as you get closer to my lips. I want you to be honest with me. Say, ‘yes, Sir, I like it.’”
“…Yes, sir… I like it.”
President Ballard lifted it up the boy’s shirt as high as it could go while he was still locked to his chair. He lowered his garment shorts and unleashing the full girth and height of the boy’s rock hard cock.
Elder Gardner was visibly trembling, feeling his balls tighten as the strokes began to awaken a sensation from deep within his groin.
He knew he was getting ready to cum and did not know what to do about it. He knew he couldn’t possibly cum in the president’s hand, but knew bound and teased as he was, he had no way to control it…
Bishop Angus watched as the Elder Gardner came into his office. It was part of the boys’ regular routine to meet with the priesthood leadership and to discuss all that was going on during their mission.
Usually the conversations center around fellowship and P-Day activities and how they’re getting along with their companions. As a member of the Brethren, Angus knows all what transpired between Elder Gardner and President Ballard.
Elder Gardner was clearly nervous and unsure of what to do, still somewhat shaken by his previous one on one meeting.
Not only did he show his desire for men to the invasive president, but he showed himself more of his secret lust than he was used to letting out. He’d always practiced being a good missionary boy and denying himself those thoughts and fantasies.
But everything changed when his erection was firmly in the grip of President Ballard. At that point, he could no longer deny what he wanted most.
“Take of your clothes,” Bishop Angus told the Gardner, watching him closely for his response.
Gardner did as he was told, not wanting do anything that could get him in trouble with the older man, unaware of the lascivious nature of the request. Still, it was clear on his face that he was still thinking back to his last undressing and the result of that act.
“Don’t be nervous,” Angus spoke up, discretely running a hand on his swelling crotch as the young boy continued to peel off layer after layer of clothing.
Once Gardner was down to his garments, the beefy bishop told him to come close to him.
Bishop Angus wasted no time in fondling his genitals, running his meaty hands between his thin legs to his delicate crotch.
Gardner tried to suppress his excitement, but Bishop Angus was more attractive that he prepared for. Standing before him with his pants down, his body betrayed his secret and his large erection quickly stole the powerful man’s attention.
“You’ve got a big one here,” Angus smiled at him, slipping his hand into his garments without any hesitation and wrapping his fingers around the boy’s firm shaft.
Elder Gardner felt incredibly embarrassed at first, once again showing his full arousal to a member of the priesthood. But Bishop Angus’ unrelenting touching and groping soon gave him something stronger to focus on than shame: total submissive pleasure.
Angus then pulled down the boy’s garment bottoms as he instructed Gardner to remove his top. Without any coverings, he could see just how massive the young boy’s cock was. It seemed so out of place on his tiny, youthful body to have such a man’s piece.
Bishop Angus leaned down to take Gardner’s member into his mouth, feeling it’s intense heat and soft, smooth skin. He could practically feel the boy’s heart pumping hard from the tip of his penis. His pulse only increased as the head moved further back into the bishop’s throat.
Standing from his chair, Bishop Angus stood to meet his gaze with the naked boy. He took his penis into his hand, stroking him gently as he moved in to kiss him.
Elder Gardner loved feeling his scratchy beard brush against his lips. He couldn’t believe how sexy he was in his dress shirt and tie. Without realizing it, his hand moved to the older man’s crotch, feeling the hard, compressed erection the man was concealing.
Seeing the boy go from caution to passion, Bishop Angus removed his clothing, giving the boy a sight of the broad, muscular frame his crisp white shirt was hiding. Elder Gardner watched the older man strip down to his garments as a drop of pre-cum slipped out the head of his cock.
“Down on your knees,” Bishop Angus whispered to him, standing proudly in his garments with his hard cock poking through.
Elder Gardner lowered himself down, bringing his face close to the massive cock beneath the sheer fabric. It was larger than any he’d seen. Thick as a can and supported by two egg-sized nuts. As he got closer, he could smell it’s masculine musk. It made his mouth water and his head began to swim with erotic thoughts.
“You want that in your mouth?” Angus asked, seeing the boy’s expression become one of hunger and desire.
Elder Gardner nodded, almost as if begging for a treat just out of reach. Bishop Angus smiled and brought the shaft of his penis out from the front slit in his bottoms. He placed a hand on the back of the boy’s head, leading him gently closer in on his member. Elder Gardner took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt the man’s massive cock past his lips and rest on the top of his tongue.
It was a heady experience. Feeling the bishop’s penis in his mouth was surreal and amazing. He’d gotten a taste of President Ballard, but didn’t think that could ever happen again. Feeling this again, he came to appreciate it even more. He loved the way it moved inside him. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help but want even more.
Bishop Angus removed his shirt and shorts, pulling his cock out of the boy’s mouth for just a second. Long enough to lean down and kiss him before he planted Gardner’s lips back down on his penis.
“Stand up,” Angus ordered, watching the boy’s eyebrows furrow as he stopped sucking. Gardner didn’t want to stop, but knew he had to obey.
Angus then positioned the boy in front of his desk and lied him down on his back, grabbing at his erection and stroking it gently. Gardner’s hips arched upward with each tug as if he was being pulled by the root of his body.
After teasing pre-cum out of the boy like he was tapping a maple tree, he ordered the boy to turn around all fours, placing him just right so his legs were spread and his hole was exposed.
Bishop Angus loved seeing a fresh, unmolested boy hole presented before him. He ran his fingers over it before getting it good and wet with his saliva. He spit rather than licked, wanting to slowly introduce the boy to this new form of pleasure.
His fingers teased and probed his backside, running between the tiny opening. Elder Gardner followed the bishop’s coaching and guiding, listening carefully to his words as he instructed him on how to receive his digits into his body. It was just gentle penetration, but it was the first time he’d felt anything make its way inside him.
Elder Gardner’s dick hung hard and heavy between his legs as Bishop Angus continued to warm up his eager hole. With his back arched and his hole presented high, he felt himself yearn for more.
“Turn around and lay on your back,” Angus said, patting the boy’s butt in a very paternal manner.
Gardner did as he was told, feeling his back press against the cold desk. Within an instant, he felt the hard, warm cock of Bishop Angus press against his virgin hole, building up pressure as the muscle daddy moved fractionally closer and closer.
Soon, the Angus’ cock was placed so firmly against his hole that he felt the pop of his ass as it pushed past his sphincter. In that second, he knew he was forever changed. He had the man’s cock deep inside him… and he loved it.
President Ballard knew what it meant for Elder Gardner to be initiated into the Order. Not only was he opening himself up to a side of his sexuality he wouldn’t have dared to even name, he was feeling the first schisms within his head between his previous sense of morality and his burgeoning appetites.
This can be very challenging and difficult on a missionary boy, and Elder Gardner was certainly struggling. Having confessed his desires to the older man, he didn’t know what he would do next. Was he going to be sent home? Would he tell his parents? His community?
Instead, President Ballard told him about a secret society known as the Order. This strange, elusive sect within missionaryism safeguarded the true priesthood authority as handed down from father to son, man to boy, from the first prophet through the generations.
And the true and higher priesthood was not something every boy would know about or understand.
President Ballard explained that Gardner should do as he says, follow his instructions, and the great truth of the organization would be his.
Elder Gardner agreed to do as he was told, knowing both that he had no real choice, but also desperate with curiosity about this truth. A truth connected to his deepest and most secret desires that had caused him so much shame and guilt.
President Ballard arranged for the boy to meet him in the office of the president at the temple the next day. There, Gardner received brief instructions. He was told that he must do exactly as he was told. Anything short of total obedience, and he would not be allowed to proceed further.
He was told to undress, remove his garments, put on his temple shield, and join the older man in a private room to be prepared for his initiation.
As Elder Gardner stood in the white room, feeling the cool air pass over his naked body, he found himself once again at the mercy of President Ballard’s touch.
The President moved his hands over his face and body, washing then anointing nearly every part of him, reciting the words he’d heard his first time through the temple, but sounding strange in this new context. This new perspective aroused him, each touch exciting his body, bringing his penis to rise.
President Ballard could see the boy’s reaction, distracted from his words by the boy’s soft moans. His body moved closer, pressing against his buttocks. There was nothing between them but the thin fabric, and his hands were actively engaged in touching him from head to toe.
Ballard caught himself staring at the boy, seeing his lean frame strong and firm. He did not tremble. He barely moved his neck. He was so devoted and committed to doing what he asked. It was intoxicating. So much so that he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss the boy’s shoulder, holding back his darker desire to bite.
Once his hands met the boy’s loins, he could feel the boy’s erection. Elder Gardner remained still, all the while his mind was wrestling deep down between having been told it’s wrong and wanting him to keep going.
Ballard, feeling the boy’s pulse rush into his penis, turned Gardner’s head to his, meeting his mouth with his own and kissing him deeply. As ceremony fell to seduction, they gave into their desires completely.
President Ballard grabbed at his neck, moving his head to kiss down his neck, inhaling his natural fragrance as he trailed his collar bone. Something about his scent drove him wild, and he continued down his torso, stopping at his throbbing erection.
As if to complete his ritual and orally anoint his dick, the older man took his cock into his mouth, sucking on it slowly and sensually while lightly tugging at his balls. He could practically feel the young man’s potent seed, churning inside, ready to spring out.
Elder Gardner’s cock stood at full mast while the older man eagerly pushed it to the back of his throat. So much had happened to him in the last 24 hours, it was hard to believe he was the same person living the same life. It was dizzying to imagine what all he could have missed had he not been honest in that interrogation chair.
President Ballard turned him around, getting a close up view of his ass. His own thoughts stirred in his mind as he recalled that the boy has only known his mouth and his cock. Prior to their meeting, Gardner’s body was a sacred temple. And something about that makes him ravenous for more.
He gently nibbled at the boy’s supple cheeks, trying not to bite down to hard. His animal nature rose to the surface, making more lustful and unable to control his urges.
He removed the boy’s shield, stripping him of his last shred of civility and cover before bending him down on all fours. Elder Gardner spread his legs apart, exposing his hole for the man, hoping to give the wild man what he wanted. Ballard looked on pleased for only a moment before continuing to taste him all over and making his way to the center of his butt.
President Ballard brought his face barely a couple inches from the boy’s tender center and took a deep breath before letting his tongue loose on Gardner’s pucker, tasting him and devouring his hole.
In turn, Gardner’s breaths shallowed, barely giving him air enough in his lungs for his whimpers to become audible. The boy was locked in erotic anticipation at what the man will do, desperate for him to keep going and scared that he could stop.
The handsome man spread the boy’s cheeks apart, watching closely as his hole opened to reveal his pinkness. He held the boy in place, letting the bright color linger in the air for a second before making a large drop of his spit fall inside. He watches as his hole reacted to it, clenching down as if it was trying to swallow his fluid.
“Such a beautiful boy.”
“Would you like more of this?” Ballard asked, teasing the boy in his state of anxiety.
After a long pause, the boy answered timidly, “I’d like more.”
Through a devilish smile, Ballard simply replied, “Perfect.”