Title: Elder Holland is ready to get his butthole ruined for good - Missionary Boys

Description: Those initiated into the Order are told to keep their membership a secret. They must never disclose what they learn in the temple. Young initiates in the Order only learn the identities of other members when they see others during the secret temple sessions. As a result, initiates often interact with one another at church and have no idea about the other’s selection. Sometimes these boys are even paired together as mission companions. Elder Holland saw this as a fun challenge--trying to find out who else might be involved. With his seniority in the missionary leadership, he kept tabs on the mission president’s meetings with the young men in his mission. It wasn’t hard for him to figure out which boys were getting extra attention from the mission president during their extra long missionary check-in interviews. And it didn’t take long before the brethren were asking him to recruit other handsome boys within his mission. He identified and recruited boys for the brethren with ease. But when it came to the brethren holding senior leadership positions in the Order, that wasn’t something he could so easily figure out. Many of them wore ceremonial clothing that disguised their identities from initiates during the secret temple ceremonies. Elder Holland’s interest was piqued when he met with a group of handsome missionary boys from another area of the mission. Apparently, they’d become quite fond of a bishop who was known for having young men from his ward over for extended dinner visits twice a week. This raised Holland’s curiosity and they told him that the man’s name was Bishop Eldridge. For Elder Holland, this was definitely something worth investigating. So he started to keep an eye out for signs that Bishop Eldridge might be a member of the Order. The older man had a dominant demeanor and a brusque tone when he spoke. And when he met the Bishop on a visit to the area, Elder Holland could easily spot the way his eyes would linger on a young, obedient missionary boy. But after his first meeting with Bishop Eldridge, he remained very curious to know if this powerful man was indeed a member of the Order. To his delight, just a few days after they met he received an invitation to meet up with the bishop. They were to meet at the temple and the meeting would be just the two of them. The boy’s suspicions were confirmed. Bishop Eldridge was indeed one of the brethren. A few days later Elder Holland arrived at the temple for his meeting. The temple patrons instructed him to strip down and wear only his garments under his temple shield. Today he would officially receive the New Name. When dressed, he was led to a room on the top floor of the temple to meet the bishop. Entering the temple room, Bishop Eldridge maintained his intimidating presence. His expressions were hard to interpret, as the two had only met briefly once before. Holland was also unsure of the specifics of the ceremony and watched closely hoping to anticipate what the bishop wanted from him. But Bishop Eldridge had little interest in subtleties. This ceremony does not have a wordy preamble, so the older man turned to the young man and kissed him without any hesitation. Elder Holland yielded his body to the man’s actions, kissing him back as Eldridge removed his shield and began to strip off his garments. The bishop ran his hands over Holland’s firm, athletic body as if he was appraising a gift. He was impressed with how strong he was for such a young man. He wanted to see all that Holland had to offer. Bishop Eldridge placed his hand in the boy’s garment shorts and felt his massive and impressively thick erection. He wrapped his whole hand around the boy's manhood while Holland stood still. The young man got off on being worshipped, knowing that his body was of great delight to the men of the Order. It was especially appealing to have someone as aggressive as the bishop appreciating his body. Just as he was ravenously kissing and licking his way down the boy’s torso, Eldridge fell to his knees to bring himself up close to Holland’s bulge. The lines of his pelvis drew the bishop in as he focused his eyes on the thick shaft of his young mate. He could hardly contain his desire to feel it his mouth. The bishop rose again to kiss Elder Holland. While standing, he removed his pants before proceeding to nibble on the smooth boy’s nipples. Each bite and kiss sent sparks through Holland’s body. He ran a hand down the bishop’s garment shorts again and felt his hard cock throbbing back. Eldridge fell to his knees once more, feeling his passion excite his mouth. He pulled the boy’s cock out of his garments and took it completely into his mouth. The substantial girth of the boy coerced the bishop to open his mouth wider than he’d expected, but he needed desperately to feel it hit the back of his throat. Elder Holland’s body tensed as the powerful man worshipped him, trying not to lose himself too quickly to the feeling of being blown. Something about seeing this authoritative man on his knees and pleasing him gave him an intense pleasure. He wanted to fuck him. Badly. He’d been so used to servicing, but he felt an opportunity to take the lead. The young man brought the bishop back up on his feet and removed his garments, seeing for the first time the tan, athletic body under his clothes. Eldridge's salt and pepper hair dignified him, but Holland knew that deep down he was as cock hungry as himself. In an unusual display of dominance, the young man grabbed the nude bishop and kissed him passionately--an act that made it clear who was really in charge. The bishop let out a soft moan through their embrace, as if he were relieved to be taken so forcefully. Elder Holland leaned back on the altar behind him as Bishop Eldridge followed. With his body flat, Elder Holland watched as the handsome older man crawled up on top of him, sucking his big cock before moving up further to meet his face. The two kissed as their cocks rubbed against each other, feeling their smooth, warm skin making contact from hip to chest. As Elder Holland felt his cock begin to drip pre-cum, his hands found their way to the bishop’s backside, caressing his firm, meaty ass. His mouth began to water, feeling the desire to taste the older man’s hole. Standing up beside the altar, Holland positioned the bishop to lie down on his stomach. He pulled down the man’s underwear and gently spread his legs apart. He moved himself to the side, giving him a good stance from which to manipulate the bishop’s ass. He pressed each cheek apart, revealing the man’s delicious, hairy hole. He leaned in and licked it. It was a rush. Tasting this ass of this powerful, handsome leader gave Elder Holland a thrill like no other. He forced his face between his round cheeks and lapped up the flavors of his hole. He could feel the man’s body tense and writhe as his tongue seemed to stir up the bishop’s arousal. As he licked his way deeper, Eldridge’s hole relaxed more and more, eager to take him in. Elder Holland could have eaten his ass all day, but his own primal urges pushed him to do one fundamental thing: breed. Reaching over for a jar of oil, the well endowed missionary trickled some silky liquid onto the tip of his cock and along the warm hole of the bishop. With a few slow strokes, his cock grew large and slick, ready to penetrate. Leaning in slowly, Elder Holland brought his member to the mouth of the bishop’s hole. The otherwise powerful leader laid trembling beneath him, eagerly anticipating the large cock making its way inside him. The young man was careful and made his way inside slowly and smoothly. Within seconds, he felt the familiar rush of heat envelop his shaft as his cock continued past Bishop Eldridge’s tight, wet hole. The bishop let out a loud, pained moan, feeling the young man split him nearly in two. But Holland knew the tenor of that sound. It was not the cry of man in agony, but rather the howl of a man begging for more...