The elder's hand, calloused from years of pious service, wraps around his shaft, a stark contrast to the smooth, youthful flesh he imagines. He pictures the forbidden, the young men he's sworn to guide, their bodies slick with sweat, moans of pleasure echoing in his mind's eye. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, until with a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release, his seed spilling forth in a taboo climax.