WARNING!
Elder Addison
President Ballard
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Missionary Boys | 2019 | 109 |
Description source: promotional material
Elder Addison: Chapters 1-5 Elder Addison began his mission a short time ago, but it didn't take long for him to indulge in his sexual desires. One night, Addison and his companion decide to reveal their cocks; when the companion took his out, Addison knew that he liked what he saw. Addison's education continues as he is fondled and milked by President Ballard, and encouraged to keep secret the activities of this secret, fraternal order. Ever since President Lee fucked him, Addison felt shaky and unsure of himself, questioning what he thought was right. Later, when becoming one with President Ballard, Addison's innocence seems like a distant memory. It is the moment of his ordination and Addison waits nervously for President Lee to tell him what is expected of him.
Elder Addison had only met President Ballard a handful of times, and never very intimately. He’d taken note of the olderman’s powerful presence and demeanor, even hearing from other missionaries that he could be pretty tough when he had to be. Addison took this to mind, but never imagined he would ever be in Ballard’s crosshairs. Until now.
It only happened once, but Addison and his companion had crossed a line. The two young boys were up late talking and fooling around before the idea of showing each other their dicks came up. It seemed like a silly thing at the time, but Elder Addison did have a curiosity to see what his companion was concealing. And when he whipped it out, Addison knew that he liked what he saw.
Almost as soon as it happened, Addison felt his whole body tense with anxiety. Missionaries aren’t supposed to get naked with one another, let alone enjoy it.
If the priesthood ever found out, it could mean being sent home to their families in shame. Even possibly being excommunicated from the church and community completely! A lot was at stake.
So when Addison was called in to meet with President Ballard, he was nervous that his companion might have said something. The conversation centered around his sexual desires and temptations, even into his experience before his mission work. Not wanting to get in trouble, the quiet, shy missionary sat and obediently listened to the older man, trying his best not to reveal too much.
“Have you ever had thoughts of sexual attraction to some of the same sex?” Ballard asked him.
Shifting in his chair, Addison replied shakily, “Umm… no.” His eyes pointed down to the ground, trying as hard as he could to not make eye contact.
“I sense some discomfort,” Ballard observed, watching the boy fidget and squirm. “I think you have. …Tell me about it. You can be honest with me.”
Addison’s heart beat faster. His face turned red and his ears felt like they were on fire. He was embarrassed and scared. Plus, Ballard was incredibly intimidating. His deep, gravelly voice boomed through the room, practically reverberating off the walls.
His salt and pepper beard was neatly trimmed and made him seem even more powerful, giving him the look of a wise, strong king. Addison feared what his answer might bring out in him… and what price he’d pay for being honest.
“I–I don’t want to get sent home,” Addison quietly responded, with the meekness of a mouse being interrogated by a lion.
The stately older man leaned in, staring into the boy’s scared eyes. He was sitting in a chair not more than 3 feet away, and this gesture brought him a full foot closer.
“I’m not going to send you home, Elder Addison. Not if you tell the truth.”
He didn’t know if he should trust the words he heard, but he knew that lying would only hurt him more. Feeling helpless and resigned, Elder Addison told Ballard the whole story. To the president, this was innocent behavior, nothing truly exceptional or salacious. But he could see in Addison’s mind, it was a damning admission.
Still, Ballard enjoyed hearing the stories of his horny missionaries. And as well endowed as he was, any arousal marked a noticeable shift in the landscape of his crotch. He slowly spread his legs apart, just enough to give his cock room to stretch out. The move, as small as it was, was noticed by Elder Addison. The young boy’s eyes immediately darted between the man’s legs, looking directly at the shape of his groin.
Addison wasn’t aware that he’d even looked. It happened so fast, just an impulse. But for President Ballard, this was proof of his suspicious. And something he needed to explore further. He listened to Addison finish his story.
“It was just a one time thing. And it won’t happen again. Besides, I don’t feel those feelings anymore.”
Anymore. The word fell in the air like an anvil. He just admitted to feeling something. Not just doing something. He tried to tell the story as if he stumbled into an activity that meant nothing and was stupid, but by acknowledging he felt something, it was almost as bad as if he said plainly, “I like boys.”
“I didn’t suggest that you did,” Ballard replied, his tone more curious. “Are you telling me you felt attracted to him?”
“No!” Addison answered, his words failing to convince even himself. Seeing the disbelief in Ballard’s expression, he continued, “Not anymore.”
President Ballard dragged his chair in closer. The two foot separation reduce to a foot. “Be honest,” he softly spoke, leaning in even more. “Are you sure?”
Addison felt himself get hot. A drop of sweat began to form on his temple. In a moment it would fall down his face like in the movies, the visual evidence of his treachery and lies. He wanted to run, he saw he was in trouble and there was no way out.
And his eyes kept returning to the center of Ballard’s crotch, a constant reminder of his own shameful truth: he was attracted to him, and powerless to fight to him. But needing to answer him, he nodded vehemently in affirmation to his lie.
“Can you prove that?”
Addison kept nodding, agreeing to something he had no idea how he’d prove. Ballard smiled and answered, “Okay. …Stand up and take off your clothes.”
Elder Addison slowly rose to his feet and began to disrobe. It seemed strange to him that he’d have to undress, but he would do anything–anything at all–to walk away and not be sent home.
As he unbuttoned his shirt, his began to shake, trembling under the pressure and fear. President Ballard watched intently from his chair, observing him like detective sweating out a suspect. Addison tried to calm down, focusing on doing what the president said, but his attraction to him became mixed up in his emotions. As if the pumping of his heart got confused, he felt a swelling in his genitals. Oh, no, he thought. Why now?
He wanted to stop, but he knew that doing so would be just as bad as revealing his erection beneath his garments. He didn’t know what to do, so he kept going, taking off his shirt and his pants. There was nowhere now to hide.
“You’re hard,” Ballard said, a hint of surprise in his voice. He looked at the boy’s red face and stiff member. Addison placed his hands in front of his body, as if trying to shield himself from view. But Ballard pushed his arms away. “Put your hands at your side.”
Hesitating, Addison had the idea to just not do it, but instantly changed his mind. It’s too late. It’s out there. He’s seen it.
Ballard didn’t say anything once he moved his arms. He just looked at him, studying him up and down. His eyes were so precisely surveying him, they could have been taking measurements. Once he’d learned all he could by sight, Ballard raised a hand to him, placing it on the underside of the boy’s balls, grazing them as if to assess their weight.
The touch caused Addison’s body to clench up, resulting in a sudden movement in his massive erection. The boy was impressively endowed with his member pointing up toward the waistband. It was so big, in fact, that it nearly popped up past the waistband of his garments when the president touched him.
“Are you hard because you’re thinking of me touching? Or because you like taking your clothes off in front of me?”
His hand moved up the boy’s groin to his stomach, feeling his smooth body, then back down onto the meat of his cock. He grabbed it like it was an object, disconnected from his body. He squeezed it, stroked it, fingered its length. Addison was now painfully aroused. It was bad enough that thought the man was attractive, but having him handle his genitals was more than he could bear. He let out a soft moan, almost a whimper as he felt the man’s hands work his cock so playfully and casually.
Ballard looked up and saw Addison’s furrowed brow, wrestling with the idea of an older man touching him. But on the tip of the boy’s cock, Ballard could detect a small drop of pre-cum seeping out into the fabric of his garments. The older man smiled, seeing all he needed to know about the boy’s true desires.
“Such a naughty boy…”
“Do you know why you’re here today?” President Lee asked, sitting behind his ornate, wooden desk. He seemed to embody his title completely. Authoritative, powerful, honored, respected. His face was chiseled and masculine, seemingly as muscular as the rest of him. He stared at Elder Addison with his grey eyes, making him forget himself and the question.
He didn’t really know why he was there. It all seemed like part of a strange, erotic dream. After having been fondled and milked by President Ballard, the older man told him vague and confusing details about a secret, fraternal order, one that was to stay a secret from the other missionaries and priests he may encounter.
He wasn’t sure why this was being shared with him, only that it was critical that he do as the older man says–as all others who went before him cautioned.
In return, the members of the secret Order would bless him with his calling and election being made sure. He would obtain the true higher priesthood.
It seemed like an impossible, incomprehensible thing for Elder Addison. Aside from disrupting the foundation of his beliefs, how could he achieve this thing? And in short order it had become clear to him that he was now on a course he could not deviate from without significant consequences.
President Lee called him into his office shortly thereafter, telling him only that he would be picking up where Ballard left off.
So here he was: sitting nervous beside another handsome man, without any concept of what would be asked of him. Still, the excitement of the unknown was like nothing he’d ever felt. And Elder Addison was curious to see where this journey would take him.
“Y-yes,” Addison replied, trying to confidently affirm his presence and purpose, only to stammer out the words. He was nervous. It was hard for him not to be.
“Very good,” Lee continued. “We’re going to begin by having you stand up and disrobe.”
Addison rose to his feet and began to take off his clothes. He tried to remain calm, almost clinical. He took his clothes off for his doctor, so why not President Lee? Besides, if this was anything like his last meeting, stripping down was sure to just be the beginning.
Once he was down to his garments, President Lee stood up and walked toward him. The older man was taller than he seemed while sitting, rising above Addison and making him feel small. He wasn’t just powerful in position, but in stature as well. His shoulders were massive and spread wide, giving his chest plenty of space stretch out.
As he came closer, he immediately put his hands on the boy’s body, feeling him like he was a piece of property being inspected. He felt around his stomach and chest, getting a sense of his fitness and health, even running a hand down the back of his garments to test out his buttocks.
“Very nice,” Lee whispered, seemingly to himself. He didn’t have the regard for Addison that the boy expected. His touch lacked any timidity or hesitation. He didn’t wait for any kind of permission. He pawed at him like he owned him. It made Addison feel a little strange… but he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside his garments all the same.
President Lee turned the boy around so that he was facing away from him and pressed his body against him, meeting his crotch against the boy’s nearly nude tailbone. Addison felt a hard object poking against him, but he couldn’t tell if it was bulge or buckle.
President Lee removed his tie, keeping his pelvis pressed against the boy’s buttocks, grinding gently between his cheeks as he opened up shirt. Once the accessory was pulled away, he placed a hand down the boy’s shirt, feeling his smooth, soft chest and the other unbuttoned his shirt.
From Addison’s perspective, he only felt the hand over his beating heart and heard the swooshing sounds of fabric moving through air. He wanted to turn around and see the handsome older man behind him, stripping down to his garments and exposing his flesh. Instead, he knew the unspoken rules of the game of “Simon Says,” and “Simon” had yet to permit him a glance.
President Lee looked at the boy obediently standing still. He was pleased. He saw his submission as he took of his shirt, running a hand up the boy’s long, verile nick, bringing his mouth in to gently kiss and nibble on the lobe of his ear. Feeling his face so intimately propped up and teased, Addison let out a trembling breath, suddenly overtaken by his own passion for more.
Turning Addison around to face him, the young boy looked on President Lee for the first time in his garments. His tan skin seemed to glow like freshly polished bronze beneath the sheer white of his top. His chest was even bigger than he imagined, with his nipples hard and erect, practically cutting through their coverings. His biceps acted like shelved to hold up his delicate sleeves. He was more than Addison could have hoped for when he was a teenager, jerking off to fantasies of hot, older men.
President Lee pulled off the boy’s shirt, stripping him down further, making him even more vulnerable to his touch. Lee then knelt down, lowering himself to the still-rising bulge of Elder Addison’s crotch. He tugged at his waist band, exposing a peak of his hips and the start of his pubic hair. The older man brought his mouth to the warm, smooth skin of his pelvic, kissing it gently as he had his ears.
He continued to pull at his garment shorts, sliding them past the boy’s throbbing boner, watching happily as it flung free from its cotton restraints, oscillating up and down as it found its new position pointing straight out from the young boy’s body.
Elder Addison couldn’t believe he was here again: fully hard in front of a powerful, handsome leader of his church. What was he doing? How could this be happening? Nothing about this was okay. …Except, he wanted more. He wanted to feel the man’s body on his. He wanted kiss him back, the way he’d kissed his hips and his ear. He wanted to taste his mouth and peel off his garments!
President Lee took the boy’s cock in his massive hand, making his long erection seem almost puny in the grip of his muscular arm. The older man’s limb was lined with vascular rivers beneath the skin, popping up to show his strength and intensity. His muscles bulged as he tilted his member closer to his mouth, running it against the heat of his breath, bringing it dangerously close to his lips.
Elder Addison looked down, breathing heavily and shaking in anticipation, waiting for the inevitable to happen and release him from the wait. President Lee looked up and could see the boy’s hunger. He could even see it glistening out the tip of his cock. Pacing himself and teasing out the moment, he ever so slowly brought the boy’s cock to the tip of his tongue, tasting him for the first time as he watched the boy tremble with pleasure…
President Lee ran his lightly oiled hands over Elder Addison’s body, careful to keep the loosely draped temple shield on the boy’s shoulders. Addison stood still, trying to keep his composure as the handsome man’s fingers trailed over his exposed flesh.
Ever since the older man fucked him, Addison felt himself shaky and unsure of himself. What was he doing? What was he allowing himself to do? It seemed crazy that he was having sex with one of the leaders of the church–but something about that made it even more exciting.
With each gesture, he spoke ceremonial words, anointing him all over in preparation for his ordination into the Order. He still wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he was happy to do as his superiors told him. And if it meant getting touched and caressed by President Lee, he didn’t dare question it.
Lee’s hands moved down his belly, down his legs, and back up toward his genitals.
He felt himself becoming aroused as the man’s focused shifted toward them. Lee had been seemingly intent on not looking at his penis throughout the naked ceremony, but now, he gave it his entire attention.
“I anoint your loins,” President Lee began, running his warm, slipper fingers along the base of his shaft. “May you be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth.”
His hands cradled his balls, holding them up from their usual fallen position, lifting up his cock in the process, exciting it’s arousal to the point of near fullness.
“Through ordination, may you raise up a godly seed.” His words sounded so powerful, as if they were releasing some divine intention. He’d heard words like this before, his whole life, in fact. But never had he connected so much with their meaning until now. Not until his literal gonads were in the hands of his leader.
President Lee’s eyes stayed locked on the boys cock, as if he were trying to watch for its growth. Instead, he brought the boy’s penis to his mouth, running it over his bottom lip. He was just feeling its texture on his mouth, not even yet tasting it. His hot breath poured over the boy’s loins like a warm, heavy blanket.
Addison felt himself tingle all over with anticipation. The hot breath stirred everything inside him, even making the hairs on his neck stand at attention. His mouth watered and his lips broke apart. He felt himself become flushed and aroused. He wanted him to keep going, but he didn’t have the words to ask for it.
Just then, President Lee took the boy past his lip and into his mouth, running his swollen cock along his tongue and back into his throat. The older man let out an exhale through his nose as it fill him, moaning inaudibly on the throbbing member, only perceptible to Addison by the subtle vibration it express.
Elder Addison watched as Lee continued to take him, seeming to swallow him over and over, sending wave upon wave of pleasure over his penis and throughout his body. He could see that Lee loved every second of it. The way he breathed around him, his fingers moved, and his eyes softened as if he were too overcome to keep them from closing slightly.
He knew that feeling. It was the feeling he’d felt when President Lee had fucked him. Not right away… not when he first broke through his virgin hole. But within minutes–several minutes–when his hole learned what to do and how to proceed, the pleasure he felt from the unyielding penetration of the leader’s massive cock was enough to make him lose nearly all motor functions save for those keeping him fucked. He would have forgotten how to walk if he wasn’t keeping his legs spread apart.
President Lee stopped himself to stand up beside him. His lips glistened with well worked saliva as he proceeded to remove his shirt, tie, and jacket. Elder Addison could hardly speak from the oral service he’d received. He was caught mute and disarmed, feeling his cock cool in the air, now freed from the older man’s throat.
He was led to sit on a nearby stool, something he was grateful for. Another few moments more and he would have been close to losing his motor functions again. The stool was cushioned and comfortable, but not terribly large. He sat on his tailbone, keeping much of his ass open to the air. He didn’t think of what opportunity he’d provided until President Lee knelt down to take it.
The older man push aside his clothing, stripping off his pants and shoes as well. Down to his garments, President Lee brought his mouth between the boy’s thighs, spreading his legs apart as he took him in again. The boy let out a moan, surprised the auditory response he let out, thinking he was just going to let out a breath. He felt embarrassed, as if it was improper for him to show any signs of enjoyment.
President Lee didn’t stop or speak up about it. If anything, it only seemed to push him further. The handsome older man moved his muscled arm up to meet the boy’s genitals. Addison thought he was going to begin stroking his well wetted cock, but instead President Lee pressed his fingers gently against his exposed and accessible hole.
Addison let out another deep breath. His fingers caught him off guard, making him tremble with excitement. The older man’s tip trailed along the edge of anus, teasing every subtle bit of flesh that made up his delicate backside. Addison held tightly onto the edge of the stool, trying not to slip off it as he was playfully teased and tickled.
The older man pushed a little further, applying a little more pressure, and watched with joy as the boy’s hole opened to receive him. Beautiful. Just beautiful, Lee thought to himself. The boy’s hole seemed to have a mind of its own, even separate from Addison’s. While Addison fought to make sense of the feelings and the rules and the church, his body knew a fundamental, guiding truth: it needed to be fucked again…
Elder Addison stepped forward into the bright white room, his eyes fixed on the handsome man standing inside. Wearing awhite suit and shoe, President Ballard’s dark beard and gray eyes caught his attention without anything else to distract.
As he stepped closer, the young missionary felt his chest become warm and tingly as his heart began to flutter. He was nervous, and he wasn’t entirely sure why. He’d been with men in the temple before as he progressed toward his ordination, but something about President Ballard made him tremble with nervous energy.
As he approached him, Elder Addison tried his best to keep his temple shield straight and neat over his garments. He, too, wore an all white ensemble that seemed to make him one with his space. All there was to see was this flesh peaking out and the rosy hue of his cheeks.
President Ballard was quick to remove the boy’s shield, even continuing to undress him down past his garments. Elder Addison held his breath tightly, taking small, discreet inhalations through his nose, as if he were holding it in as some form of strength.
President Ballard saw the boy holding such tension in his body, but proceeded to admire him and undress him. His behavior toward him was direct and without much build up. Just as the boy was in reach of him, President Ballard was handling him with unrelenting intention.
Perhaps it was the suddenness with which Ballard pulled at his clothing, or the quiet, meditative way in which he did it… either way, Elder Addison felt himself becoming aroused as he held air in his chest.
Ballard moved his hand inside the boy’s garments, touching his cock as if he were inspecting it. He handled it so freely, without pausing to ask permission. It was a shock to Addison, but also comforting and pleasant. He hadn’t felt the man’s hand since he was first brought into the temple, stroking his member to test his desires. He still felt like he was being tested, but now, he’s had the chance to prepare and practice.
President Ballard removed the boy’s bottoms, leaving him exposed and naked in the white room. He led him to a tall, white table, covered in a thick altar cloth. He directed the boy to sit on top of it, hanging his legs over the edge toward him.
With the boy seated, his erection stood up straight between his legs. Ballard’s eye caught its massive size, causing him to kneel down and bring it to his mouth.
His warm breath passed over the Addison’s genitals, giving him a chance to prepare his body as he clenched up and received the hot, wet mouth of his leader. His smooth tongue and lips passed over his shaft, sending pleasant waves throughout his tense body.
As he sucked, Ballard began to remove his shirt and tie, careful to expertly keep his mouth in place as he began to disrobe. Addison felt his nervous dissipate as the pleasure from his blowjob drowned out his anxiety. He was nervous about the older man, yes, but more and more he wanted to feel him on him and in him.
Perhaps it was his stern and gruff appearance that made him uneasy. Or maybe it was the fact that he was much older than him. Or that he was stronger, wiser, more experienced. Or simply that he was so much more powerful. Or a combination of it all.
He couldn’t figure out why he made him so uneasy but also so incredibly turned on. He wanted to sort out his thoughts, but everytime he came close to a resolution, he felt the older man’s tongue pass over the head of his shaft, bringing him out of his mind and back to the feeling of being felated on the temple altar.
Ballard had stripped himself down to his garments, almost never taking his bearded mouth off the boy’s member. The sheer fabric clung to his broad back as he bend over the boy’s lap. He took his mouth away for a moment to push the boy back onto the table, lifting his legs up from their hanging position and spreading them apart.
With his legs spread, Elder Addison felt his boy hole open up to the air, aware of its exposure and access. Within seconds, President Ballard was aware of the opportunity that was laid out before him and moved his mouth down to rim the boy’s ass.
Addison felt a quick gasp of air exit his lungs as the man’s experienced tongue danced around his delicate sphincter. With each movement, it seemed to release a tension he felt in his muscles, one by one. He felt himself relaxing more, becoming more comfortable and at ease. His shoulders dropped and his back unclenched.
Ballard could feel the boy shifting in his grasp. With the boy leaning back to present his hole better, holding his legs apart, he could practically see into the boy’s heart and mind. He could practically taste it on his hole that he was warming up to him, readying himself for what was to come.
Elder Addison had not yet experienced the full size and girth of his cock, but he’s seen it before in the rise of his garments… the same rise he could keenly observe now. It was yet another thing that made him nervous. The sheer size of the man’s member was possibly more than he could handle, but he knew he needed to. What’s more, he wanted to…
President Lee couldn’t hardly wait to tear off the boy’s clothes. Elder Addison stood patiently and obediently in the templechamber, waiting for the older man to receive him and begin his ordination. Normally this would be moment full of ceremony and decorum. But today, President Lee felt a stirring in his loins that made him feel more sinner than saint.
Lee’s eyes focused in one Addison’s. The young boy wasn’t sure what would be expected of him–other than servicing and submitting to the muscle daddy. When he saw Lee step into the room, he could see the hungry look in his eyes that said they were getting right down to business.
President Lee grabbed Elder Addison, pulling him closely to him, feeling his younger, smaller, submissive body press against his, crashing into him as his strong arms handled him forcefully. Addison did not cower or shy away from his superior’s advances.
In fact, he returned his passion with expressions of his own.
Addison tilted his head upward, kissing President Lee, tasting his tongue as it moved swiftly inside his mouth. As they embraced, they tore each other’s clothes off, as if racing to see who could become undone the fastest. Their hands moved fast and skillfully, tugging at buttons, zippers, sleeves and ties.
The sound of fabric moving was deafened only by the aggressive panting and breathing of the ferociously horny men. Once they were stripped down to their garments, President Lee paused to gaze upon his beautiful young boy.
Elder Addison’s eyes were full of excitement and desire, his bottom lip seeming to twitch with anticipation, waiting for Lee’s to return to it.
Instead, Lee ran his hand up the boy’s smooth chest, feeling it’s firm surface beneath his sheer missionary garments. He could see his youthful nipples becoming aroused beneath. With a carefully placed hand, he teased them, watching them poke up and out.
Elder Addison let out a soft moan, seemingly trying to keep his erotic sounds quiet. President Lee knew this instinct. Many of the boys had it. From years of keeping their secret masturbations silent and unknown to their companions, they boys felt instinctively self-conscious of their vocalizations.
President Lee, however, needed no such considerations. He wanted to fuck his young boy deep and hard, exciting him to the point where he couldn’t control himself. He wanted to breed him and pound him, pushing out every moan and scream and cry for more…