Cock-hungry Elder Ingles deepthroating that stiffie on camera

lder Ingles has never wanted attention. All his life he’s shied away from the spotlight, trying hard to blend in with the other boys. This became a problem once he reached puberty.The handsome boy grew! He shot up several inches above the other boys, making him the tallest in school for several years. Not only that, his voice got deep and his chest developed hair all over. Before he even graduated high school, he looked like a practically full grown man.When he was younger, this made him self conscious. He couldn’t help but compare himself and feel different for having matured so fast. He found himself constantly seeking opportunities to steal glances of his peers… and many times, he liked what he saw.He was so confused about whether or not he was actually attracted to the other boys or if he just saw their smaller, smooth bodies as something he wished he could have. He brought his concerns to his local bishop who told him not to look, not to think about it.His bishop said that he understood. The man had felt those confusing feelings too. His bishop reassured him that he’d be okay.He tried his best to do as he was told, but as soon as he was placed into the MTC, all around him were young men his age, all handsome, all seemingly possessing the attributes he found appealing.He did have one thing that the others didn’t, though. His enormous cock. Everything about him seemed more manly, including his manhood. During showers, changing, even athletics, his long, thick member stuck out. Sometimes even literally!He felt embarrassed by it, not able to really hide his unwanted erections whenever they happened. It was seemingly random and out of his control whenever he was aroused. And in the MTC, it was always in the presence of other boys.By the time Elder Ingles got on his mission, word had spread among the missionaries, even the presidents and bishops, of the boy’s substantial endowment. Naturally, this attracted the attention of the Brethren, eager to see what the boy had to offer.When Elder Ingles was called to meet with Bishop Hart, he assumed it was for a standard worthiness interview. He made his way to the temple and into the bishop’s office, stunned to see the man sitting behind the desk.Bishop Hart was incredibly handsome. Striking feature, a firm jaw, dark hair, and piercing eyes. Even through his shirt and tie, Ingles could tell he was in very good shape. Immediately he felt intimidated, as he did with all handsome leaders. He sat down and tried to maintain his composure as the older man began their interview.The questions were light at first, mostly about his transition into his mission and his relationship with his companion, Elder Zachary. Ingles was hesitant to go too far, afraid he would reveal too much about his partner.Stepbrother Hart could see the evasiveness in the boy’s eyes, especially around the subjects of sex and his companion. Not only that, he could see Elder Ingles looking at his crotch and mouth every time there was a silence. Hart knew he was handsome and desirable to many of the missionaries, and he used that fact frequently as a method to trap them. And right now, Elder Ingles seemed like the perfect prey.“Tell me about your companion,” Stepbrother Hart asked. “Have you two been naked before?”Ingles stammered in his answer, trying to spin his response to be truthful but make it not sound damning.“Yes, I--uh--yes, we have. But, only once.”“Did you two touch each other?”“Yes.”“Where?”It was just recently that Elder Ingles and Zachary had started to get to know each other in that way. Spending one on one time with another sexually repressed, horny teenager can be a catalyst for many sins. And in this case, Ingles and Zachary had an encounter that started innocent and turned into something more.“We--we touched penises.” It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was the truth.Bishop Hart paused. He looked at the boy closely, considering his next move.“Elder Ingles,” he continued, “Do you consider yourself attracted to men?”Elder Ingles shook his head hard. “No,” he said vehemently, “I’m not! I never have been.”Hart looked at him again, not blinking, making direct eye contact with him. “I’m going to need you to prove that to me. Take off your clothes.”“Excuse me?!” Elder Ingles replied shocked.Bishop Hart stared at him, seeming to throw his entire authority on him with just a glance. Elder Ingles knew he couldn’t object, and as such, stood up and began to remove his shirt.His body trembled as he unbuttoned his clothing, unknotting his tie and pulling down his pants. He’s been asked to undress for his leaders before, but something about this moment felt different.Perhaps it was because of the line of questions he’d been given before. Perhaps it was his attraction to Bishop Hart. Perhaps it was because he feared that his cock would pop up at any moment, and he’d have no way to prove his claim.Once he was stripped down to his garments, he was told to sit back down and do as Hart says. Suddenly, the older man began to remove his own shirt. This was a first, Elder Ingles thought to himself. He’s had to undress before, but he’s never seen one of his leaders undress like this!Bishop Hart took off his button-down and even his garment shirt. His bare chest was exposed to the anxious missionary, giving him a clear view of his smooth skin and well defined pecs, abs, and biceps. It seemed unreal that he was so well built. Truly, he looked like an adonis.Bishop Hart regarded his shirtlessness as plainly as if he’d simply rolled up his sleeves, all the while locking his gaze on Elder Ingles’ reaction. The boy’s eyes darted all around his torso, landing on his nipples, his arms, his stomach, his face, everywhere. Hart could see his game was working and that he had the effect on him he hoped for.“Are you feeling aroused?” Bishop Hart asked, almost facetiously. Even if Elder Ingles could have kept a straight face, it wasn’t the boy’s expression that revealed his feelings. Standing tall between the boy’s legs was a large rise in his underwear. Ingles’ giant cock was the ultimate lie detector, and the more he looked on at the bishop’s body, the more it grew.Smiling, not even waiting for an answer, Bishop Hart placed his hand on the boy’s crotch, feeling it swell in his hands. Ingles looked shocked, but did not move. He didn’t protest or speak or even flinch. He sat still as if he was bound, watching excitedly and nervously as the older man took control of his genitals.Hart pulled down the boy’s garment shorts, letting the his massive hard-on stand tall like a flag pole. Not only was it long, it was thick and veiny as well. When Bishop Hart grabbed it, his fingers could hardly touch as they wrapped around.Elder Ingles felt the man’s soft, warm hands stroke him, manipulating him and working his penis in long, enticing strokes. It felt even better than masturbating and made his head spin with pleasure. The slightest rub of a finger against the ridge of his cock was more than he knew what to do with, making his toes curl and his breath shudder.“It seems like you’re getting hard,” Bishop Hart said playfully, looking at the boy for a response. Elder Ingles didn’t know what to say. Anything he said would just be trying to dismiss his raging boner that the older man was grasping.Hart had him just where he wanted him…literally in the palm of his hands...