Deep anal fucking with docile hottie Elder Foster

Having been inducted into the Order, Elder Foster was thrilled to spend some time amongst its members. He’d impressed Bishop Angus with his willingness to submit, but there were those in the Brethren who wanted to have a special welcoming for the young man. Mission President Wilcox volunteered to bring the young man along with him on a retreat scheduled with Patriarch Smith. Not only would this give Elder Foster the chance to have some focused attention, but it would give Patriarch Smith the chance to formally bring Elder Foster into the Order. Upon their arrival, Wilcox asked the young man to join him in the study. Elder Foster wasn’t entirely sure why he’d been invited to join them, but had learned to just do what his leaders asked of him. Before too long, the handsome, salt and pepper patriarch arrived to the retreat home, excited to see the new inductee alongside President Wilcox. Elder Foster’s youthful face and athletic body was just what drove the patriarch crazy. Smith was no stranger to Elder Foster’s beautiful, bubble butt and was thrilled to see him join their ranks. He’d really enjoyed disciplining the boy in their prior encounter, though this time he would be taking a decidedly less imposing role. “Elder Foster, do you know what’s involved with joining our Order?” Smith asked. This question surprised the young man as he’d already been fucked many times to get where he sat, not to mention his repeated sessions with his companion, Elder Miller. Though, of course, he couldn’t complain about any of it. “I’ve been given a pretty good idea,” he smiled. “Very good. I think this is going to be an excellent retreat,” said the patriarch. It was impossible for him to hide the lusty excitement on his face. He turned to President Wilcox and asked him to give Elder Foster a demonstration of what it means to be in the Order. Wilcox’s face, too, lit up as he closed the book he was reading and began to undress. Elder Foster looked on, feeling his heart race with excitement. He knew that things were about to get pretty hot between the three of them. And by the patriarch’s request, he stood up to assist the mission president in removing his clothes. As he stripped away each layer of President Wilcox’s outfit, he found himself once again indulging in the sight of the muscular man’s naked body. Elder Foster couldn’t resist his desire to worship the sexy man as he’d done before, kissing and feeling his body. After he’d taken off his pants, his head inches away from his crotch, Elder Foster pulled President Wilcox’s thick cock out from his garments. Immediately he planted his mouth on the older man’s cock, sucking deeply and passionately. He knew this is what they wanted, and he was determined to please. With his mouth servicing President Wilcox, Patriarch Smith looked on, impressed. His mouth watered for the young man. “Excellent,” Smith interrupted. “Now I’m going to put the mission president on his back and give you a demonstration.” Elder Foster was intrigued. Throughout his induction, he’d always been asked to display some form of service or submission. He’d never been asked to simply watch anything, and he was dying to see what the sexy men were about to show him. President Wilcox took knelt down and began to undress the patriarch, who stood from his couch and began undressing Elder Foster. The three men were stripped down to their garments, eyeing each other lustfully. Smith took hold of Elder Foster and held him close, kissing him intensely as Wilcox continued to remove his clothing. His passion rose as his mouth moved down the boy’s neck, tasting his flesh, desperate to devour and savor him. Wilcox stayed low, worshipping the powerful patriarch’s growing erection while the two standing men ravished each other in bursts of kissing, biting, licking, and sucking. Patriarch Smith’s cock found its way into President Wilcox’s open, hungry mouth. The older man’s big dick fucked his face hard and deep while the muscular president took all the man gave. Elder Foster and Patriarch Smith sat back on the couch, continuing to kissing each other while Wilcox’s service persisted. It was clear he was not going to take his mouth off the sexy leader’s cock until he was expressly told to do so. Smith, however, made it a point to continue the demonstration. Breaking Elder Foster’s kiss, he whispered, “Just watch.” Moving from the couch, Patriarch Smith stood behind the bent over mission president. Wilcox moved his mouth over to Elder Foster’s hard cock, desperate for his mouth to be full, all the while keeping his body low and his ass high in the air. Smith, pulled down Wilcox’s white garments slowly, showing off his perfectly toned, perfectly developed muscular ass. He brought his tongue to his thumb briefly, spreading his saliva across as he kept his eye on the pink ring of Wilcox’s hole. Once it was sufficiently wet, he pressed his thumb firmly against his target, feeling the heat from from inside him as his hole slowly opened to receive him. Elder Foster tried not to close his eyes too long as the pleasure from his blowjob surged throughout his body, desperate to watch these two men fuck. His biggest concern was that he’d end up blowing his load before he could see Patriarch Smith actually penetrate Wilcox’s tan ass with his big thick dick. Seeing the tension on the boy’s face, Smith brought one extra drop of spit down to his cock and pushed his cock between the strong cheeks of the president’s ass. Wilcox’s body braced as he felt the full length of the handsome man’s member slip deep inside him. With the full force and power of his position, Patriarch Smith mounted the president and fucked hard and rough while Elder Foster’s attentive eyes looked on...