A young Mormon elder, barely out of his teen years, finds himself alone with the bishop, a man he's always admired and feared. The bishop, a man of strict morals and deep faith, has always maintained a respectful distance from the youth. But today, as they're left alone in the bishop's study, the young elder feels a stirring, a curiosity he can't suppress. He approaches the bishop, his heart pounding, and reaches out, tentatively touching the bishop's thigh. The bishop looks at him, surprised, but the elder sees no disgust in his eyes, only a flicker of something else. Emboldened, the elder unzips the bishop's fly, pulling out his cock. It's hard, and the elder feels a surge of pride and power. He strokes it, then leans in, taking it into his mouth, tasting the bishop's pre-cum. The bishop gasps, then moans, his hips moving in rhythm with the elder's mouth. He cums, his body shuddering, his seed spilling into the elder's eager mouth.