Missionary Boys - Elder Land - Endowment

The Veil is a true test of obedience. The missionaries brought before it cannot see the man that stands behind. In this way, the boys' own desires and attractions are removed from their duty to serve. It's no secret that the men of the church are all incredibly handsome. And for many boys, they have their personal favorites and even crushes. It can be hard to determine a boy's sense of sacrifice when the man he's asked to service is one whom he cares for deeply. In this way, the Veil leave the ball simply with one unadulterated experience: blind trust. Elder Land was nervous about this task, as most often are. President Faust and Bishop Gibson were two men whom he'd had an intense attraction to, even beginning to love. It's because of their striking good looks, amazing bodies, and incredible authority that he was able to justify the sexual things that were being asked of him. At the Veil, there's no sense of if the person is known or a stranger, if they're old or young, handsome or not, or even if they're a part of the church! Nevertheless, his mandate was clear. And with President Faust leading the way, he felt he had no choice but to go along with the older man's plan. The Veil itself was a large white cloth partition with three symbols carved into it, through which a pair of hands were passed through. Elder Land was brought up to the wall, standing only a few inches away in a white temple shield. The hands felt around to him, touching his skin under his robe and squeezing his muscles around his torso. It was a strange feeling to be felt up by a stranger whom he couldn't see. The hands moved around to his hips, pulling at the closure of his shield, causing it to drop to the floor around him. While the hands felt between his legs at his groin, President Faust took the discarded garment away. Elder Land stood still, trying not to fidget or feel uncomfortable. It wasn't the same as when President Faust touched him or when Bishop Gibson fondled him. But his body reacted similarly. His penis began to swell and become erect. And when the hands moved their way to his backside, massaging and spreading apart the cheeks of his ass, his body flushed and become sensitive. It was then that a new extremity appeared through the Veil. A big, hard cock poked through beneath the hands, clearly attached to the mystery man behind the curtain. The hands placed themselves on Elder Land's shoulders, gesturing for him to drop to his knees. The boy did nervously, bringing himself lower to get himself down on the phallus' level. President Faust moved closer in next to Elder Land, kneeling with him on the floor. The older man placed his hands on the boy's chin and the back of his neck, sensing his hesitation and prompting him to do what was required. With the boy's mouth held open and his head slowly being pushed in, the boy took a deep breath and felt as the member entered his mouth. Once inside, all of Elder Land's instincts seemed to take over and his worry subsided. Something about feeling the stranger's cock in his mouth made him feel a sense of surety about what he was supposed to do. And that was to please this man completely. The foreign cock tasted great in his mouth. He felt its silky skin on his tongue and seemed to pick up on subtle flavors of his shaft. It was as if not seeing who it was connected to made him focus more on the act of sucking and the sensations that came with it. The closest he got to any indication of who it might be was the muffled sounds of moaning coming from behind the Veil, telling him more about the quality of his performance than any sense of who it might be. President Faust observed the boy closely, his eyes locked on his lips and making mental notes about how much he was taking. He seemed almost to be coaching him, telling him when he was doing good and when he could take more. "That's it, go as deep as you can," Faust spoke. And Elder Land's head bobbed back and forth with an increased oscillation. It wasn't easy. The big dick was very long and rock hard. Every time it got to the back of his throat, he felt a tingle that stopped him short. "Deeper... deeper..." It was with that direction that Elder Land took more than he had to the back of his throat, causing his body to tense as he gagged on the head of the cock. Over his guttural reactions, he could hear the mystery man moan even more, clearly enjoying the feeling that provided. Elder Land continued to suck, trying hard to quiet his gag reflex, taking more of the man as he could. All the while President Faust's paternal, supportive hands moved from his back and shoulders down to the small of his back, curling in as they moved to his hole. The older man wet his fingers and began to circle his sphincter with the tip of his digit. It felt amazing. Elder Land loved having his hole played with, and no one seemed to have the mastery of its mechanics more than Faust himself. But he didn't let this become a distraction. Elder Land was now in it to win it. He felt the man's cock grow harder in his mouth and even began to taste the early signs of seminal fluid on his tongue. The moans grew louder and faster and the hands themselves moved to the sides of his head. He was close. He stayed focused on it. His mouth worked like a piston, pumping up and down on the older man's cock. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel the stranger's cock burst a hot load in his mouth and to feel the warmth of it pass down his throat as he swallowed. The only thing better might be the same explosion inside his tight, hungry hole. He didn't want to be greedy. He knew this moment wasn't about him. Fortunately, President Faust had no intention of letting him leave without his mouth and ass filled with the loads of the two men present, known and unknown...