The Calling (with President Lewis)
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President Lewis is experienced in introducing youthful fellows to the more sudden and personal parts of their mission.He knowswhat a shock it can be for the harmless elders to learn the tasty secrets of priesthood sex, and he relaxes them into physical contact by guiding them with his firm, deep voice. Any direction he gives is inevitably encountered with obedience, even if it the boy is averse at first. In the case of fresh-faced Old Hult, he finds the old boy to be irresistible. He is jumpy to meet with him privately, afraid that he will surrender his covert attractiveness to the boy with his eyes or a quiver of his voice. He stays silent and casts his eyes down down in an try to conceal his dark desires and keep them contained within his yearning soul and body. But President Lewis can’t be duped – he’s too experienced and too thirsty for the youthful boy’s flesh. He watches right thru Old Hult’s defenses, and he wants to silent the boy’s mind. He calls the youthful boy over to sit on his lap, and holds him tightly by the palm while gazing into his impatient eyes. “I think you’re ready,” he says with a friendly smile, offering a rare violate in the stoicism he usually employs when interacting with the youthful fellows of the mission. He undresses the boy’s tee-shirt and tie, and places his torrid palm on his nude chest. Old Hult looks down at the man’s frigs and wonders what they are capable of. Will they be used to hurt him? Is suffering and anguish going to be combined with the love he perceives for him? Or will they be used for … something else? Something so torturing that the boy can slightly bring himself to image it or daydream about how would feel. His questions are answered as President Lewis’s palm moves leisurely down his torso, descending until it hovers over the youthful man’s cock. Old Hult can slightly believe what is happening. It is nearly as tho' his deepest dreams are pouring out of him, into the air, and becoming reality. He knows that his attractiveness in the direction of other fellows is sinful, he has been trained it all his life. But what if that isn’t true? What if, thru his devotion to the mission and his obedience to the mission rules, he has earned the right to play out his dreams with his mission leaders? If there was ever any question whether the boy would be able to conceal his sexual drives from President Lewis, it is now answered. The boy lifts the missionary’s undershirt over his head and pulls his lingerie down to unsheathe his turgid cock. The President knowingly the boy’s erect man rod and is pleased – he’s highly well-endowed and evidently full of sexual desire. The other fellows of The Order will love this one, he thinks as he wraps his frigs around the fellows thighs. He oils Old Hult’s smooth fuck-hole with his tongue, and the boy is sent into an orgasmic euphoria. The boy wraps his tongue around the head of the old man’s cock, and hopes he’ll be able to satiate him. President Lewis feels the boy’s enthusiasm and tension, and tells him to smile as he sucks. As President Lewis grunts and slams Old Hult’s hole, the boy perceives deeply conflicted inbetween what he knows to be right and his wicked desires of the flesh, his passion to be jammed rock-hard and loaded with cum. But what President Lewis is doing to his cock, his hole, his whole assets perceives brilliantly inborn and right.
President Lewis is experienced in introducing youthful fellows to the more sudden and personal parts of their mission.He knowswhat a shock it can be for the harmless elders to learn the tasty secrets of priesthood sex, and he relaxes them into physical contact by guiding them with his firm, deep voice. Any direction he gives is inevitably encountered with obedience, even if it the boy is averse at first. In the case of fresh-faced Old Hult, he finds the old boy to be irresistible. He is jumpy to meet with him privately, afraid that he will surrender his covert attractiveness to the boy with his eyes or a quiver of his voice. He stays silent and casts his eyes down down in an try to conceal his dark desires and keep them contained within his yearning soul and body. But President Lewis can’t be duped – he’s too experienced and too thirsty for the youthful boy’s flesh. He watches right thru Old Hult’s defenses, and he wants to silent the boy’s mind. He calls the youthful boy over to sit on his lap, and holds him tightly by the palm while gazing into his impatient eyes. “I think you’re ready,” he says with a friendly smile, offering a rare violate in the stoicism he usually employs when interacting with the youthful fellows of the mission. He undresses the boy’s tee-shirt and tie, and places his torrid palm on his nude chest. Old Hult looks down at the man’s frigs and wonders what they are capable of. Will they be used to hurt him? Is suffering and anguish going to be combined with the love he perceives for him? Or will they be used for … something else? Something so torturing that the boy can slightly bring himself to image it or daydream about how would feel. His questions are answered as President Lewis’s palm moves leisurely down his torso, descending until it hovers over the youthful man’s cock. Old Hult can slightly believe what is happening. It is nearly as tho' his deepest dreams are pouring out of him, into the air, and becoming reality. He knows that his attractiveness in the direction of other fellows is sinful, he has been trained it all his life. But what if that isn’t true? What if, thru his devotion to the mission and his obedience to the mission rules, he has earned the right to play out his dreams with his mission leaders? If there was ever any question whether the boy would be able to conceal his sexual drives from President Lewis, it is now answered. The boy lifts the missionary’s undershirt over his head and pulls his lingerie down to unsheathe his turgid cock. The President knowingly the boy’s erect man rod and is pleased – he’s highly well-endowed and evidently full of sexual desire. The other fellows of The Order will love this one, he thinks as he wraps his frigs around the fellows thighs. He oils Old Hult’s smooth fuck-hole with his tongue, and the boy is sent into an orgasmic euphoria. The boy wraps his tongue around the head of the old man’s cock, and hopes he’ll be able to satiate him. President Lewis feels the boy’s enthusiasm and tension, and tells him to smile as he sucks. As President Lewis grunts and slams Old Hult’s hole, the boy perceives deeply conflicted inbetween what he knows to be right and his wicked desires of the flesh, his passion to be jammed rock-hard and loaded with cum. But what President Lewis is doing to his cock, his hole, his whole assets perceives brilliantly inborn and right.
Added: 2022-03-04 • Views: 13 • Duration: 26:35
