|Description||Elder Oaks has felt pleasurable tingles in his ass ever since his hunky companion, Elder Holland, fucked him raw one night.
Oaks had been sleeping soundly on his stomach as he always did, when he felt the weight of the older boy covering his body. He opened his eyes, just in time to feel his companion Elder Holland prodding his hole with his thick shaft.
Elder Holland had been furious at Elder Oaks for avoiding punishment when they were caught fooling around and he exacted his revenge on OakÂ’s mouth and ass. To OakÂ’s surprise, he loved having no choice but to submit his body to Holland.
Every time he thought about what had happened he got hard and desperately wanted to be overpowered again.
And Elder Oaks had to admit, he did feel a little guilty that he got off scot-free while Holland was summoned to the Temple for a paddling by President Nelson.
While Holland was being disciplined, Oaks got to spend the weekend with his dad, President Oaks. It was a special visit that turned into a lot more than Oaks had bargained for.
That encounter is very much on OakÂ’s mind as he walks to the Temple gates one morning. Oaks has been summoned by his father to begin his initiation into The Order and his heart is beating quickly with nerves.
As he enters President OakÂ’s office he sees all of the familiar embellishments heÂ’s seen since he was little: the globe, the framed pictures, the ornately carved desk.
But the young Elder Oaks knows, that this time, he isnÂ’t just visiting. He must show his father that he is worthy of joining the most powerful group of men in the Mormon Church. He must show his father, how obedient he can be.
His father asks him to strip down to his underwear and get on all fours across his desk. His knees chatter anxiously against the wood surface as President Oaks runs his hands up and down his lean frame. He lingers on his sonÂ’s ass, letting his fingers slip, briefly between his cheeks.
Â“Get down from there and get on your knees.Â” President Oaks whispers.
Elder Oaks slides off the table and kneels in front of his father, unzipping his suit pants as he goes. His fatherÂ’s dick is already hard and dripping by the time Oaks wraps his lip around it.
Elder Oaks begins to moan as he fills his mouth with his fatherÂ’s shaft. His own cock presses painfully against his underwear as his father holds a hand against the boyÂ’s neck, goading him on.
With a fatherÂ’s intuition, President Oaks, senses that his son is ready for more and guides him back to the desk. Slowly, he pulls the elastic of Elder OakÂ’s underwear down.
He rests the head of his cock against his sonÂ’s still tender hole. Â“Relax,Â” he says, before sliding his pulsing member up to the hilt.
Elder Oaks closes his eyes and grips the edges of President OaksÂ’ desk. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through his body as his fatherÂ’s thrusts pick up speed.
The young boy loves the feeling of his fatherÂ’s hands on his hips. He canÂ’t wait to watch the PresidentÂ’s cum shoot from the wet head of his dick. He will gladly take it, like a good son
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