Elder Ormonde left the temple constrained. He fidgeted with his shirt sleeve, trying to keep it aligned correctly with his costume jacket. He walked throughout the halls headed toward the entrance where this chab would meet up with his companion. All the during the time that, this guy felt a diminutive drop of cum leak out from his shlong.
He didn’t know how it all happened. He tried to make sense of it with every passing step…
It had started with a standard worthiness interview, smth not at all rare to him. President Lee had asked him into his office and sat him down to talk to him about his missionary work and his companion.
Elder Ormonde has mastered the art of evasive answers, having learned over time how to hide the truth of his sexuality from others. He’d always known this chab was homo, even previous to this chab knew what “gay” was.
He liked the company of lads and fellows, and as a Mormon it appeared to be this guy was constantly being put into these excluded groups. President Lee crammed him on his sexuality as many other bishops and priests had, but somehow, Lee was greater amount effective. He appeared to be to receive answers out of Ormonde out of the youthful stud even speaking. The embarrassed lad would discover himself answering questions that this guy didn’t know whether to lie to or not.
Ormonde always assumed it was a game of Checkers, moving one step at a time, but this chab could tell this time things were different. The board was the same, but it became clear that Lee was playing Chess, and his ordinary one-off lies would be harder to keep 2 or 3 turns in.
Thrown off and nervous, Ormonde answered truthfully to smth this guy at no time had in advance of. He’d denied having same sex attractions afresh and afresh, but suddenly, a morsel of honesty came throughout.
“Have u ever kissed a guy,” President Lee asked, his blue eyes disarming the otherwise prepared and guarded missionary.
“…Yes,” that guy replied, surprising himself as the word fell from his lips. He felt himself acquire sexy, sweating up his spine and in his palms. Oh, no. He messed up.
Ormonde explained that it happened when this guy was younger, in high school. An aged guy approached him and initiated it. He didn’t know how to receive out of it then, and, though this chab wouldn’t tell President Lee, this chab wanted it. He wanted to know what it felt like to kiss some other guy. And that guy knew the chances for a Mormon would be not quite impossible another time.
“Did u have a fun it?” President Lee asked.
“No!” Ormonde replied, loudly and strongly, hoping that the emphatic nature of his rejection would cancel out his previous admissions and set him back on his normal game board.
President Lee looked at him carefully, inspecting his reactions as if it were a secret code. Hidden in the boy’s eyes were all his next moves, and that guy wasn’t very fine at hiding it. Ormonde looked back at the president, trying to figure out what this guy was thinking. Then, in advance of the guy could regain any strength, the check came.
“Elder, I don’t think you’re being totally honest with me.”
Ormonde felt his heart racing. He’d been caught in lies in advance of as a , but at no time for everything this severe. He knew the consequences for having his sexuality disclosed and this guy sat terrified.
President Lee pulled his chair closer to Ormonde’s. So close, in fact, that his knees interlocked with the missionary’s.
“I’m going to have to discover out for myself.”
With that, President Lee put his hands on the boy’s legs. Ormonde was stunned! This wasn’t a medical or formal touch. He was clearly trying to be raunchy! Ormonde’s eyes widened as his hands moved over haunches, in and out, travelling further into his crotch.
He didn’t know what to do. He was frozen in place! The shock of it paralyzed him. Not solely that, this chab was so focused on not becoming aroused, this guy appeared to be to lose the mindfulness to even object.
“Do u like this?” President Lee asked softly, whispering in a tone that made Ormonde’s eyebrow raise. It was quiet and secret, as if Lee wasn’t asking to acquire him in trouble. Still, the chap looked away and didn’t answer, worried that his face hole would slide up anew and say the wrong thing.
“It feels like u do,” Lee continued. “Hey.” President Lee spoke louder, his voice no louder than a regular speaking volume, but as close as that guy sat, it appeared to be to boom and resonate throughout Ormonde’s narrow body. “Look me in the eye… do u like this?”
Lee’s eyes met with Ormonde’s. Something in his look suggested that it was ok to be honest, a familiar, paternal look that told “I’ve got you–you’re okay.” Ormonde, however, refused to take the bait. He sat still like stone, trying to keep from making any movement or statement to damn him further. But despite all this, it was the hard, stoniness of his crotch that condemned him.
President Lee stood the lad up, making quick work of undoing his tie and shirt. Feeling the aged guy touch him, even incidentally to remove his clothes, made the entire thing much greater quantity difficult.
President Lee was an exceedingly impressive dude. His chiseled face, athletic body, well cut garments, and steady voice would have undone him in the majority reserved of circumstances. Here, in the intimacy of his office, just the 2 of em, with him actively probing him the one and the other mentally and physically, that guy felt absolutely helpless… absolutely at the lenience of his vigour and authority.
Before this guy knew it, this chab was naked down to his clothing, the final shred of lie this chab had left to conceal the truth of his palpitating erection. As that guy was seated back down, President Lee moved behind him to tie his hands jointly, trapping in place. Checkmate.
President Lee took his seat anew, knee against knee to the nude, vulnerable, trembling missionary. He didn’t need to say everything greater quantity. The rise in his shorts was truth sufficiently. But President Lee was far from done with him.
Seeing the boy’s knob standing at full mast, this chab reached out and stroked it, feeling it under the sheer white fabric. Elder Ormonde wanted to close his eyes and look away, knowing what was happening to him wasn’t right. The problem was that it didn’t feel entirely wrong either.
Since that fateful kiss in high school, he’d wanted to know greater quantity of what being with one more fellow was like. And now, unexpectedly, opportunity was in his lap. Literally. The aged stud worked his ramrod, making it grow harder and larger, bringing him closer to the point of cumming.
He didn’t know what to do about it or how to process what was happening. He decided instead to put these thoughts away until this guy got back to his apartment. For now, this chab needed to let himself free of his lies and his games, and have a fun the feeling of the president’s hand bringing him to cum…
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