The young Mormon boy, his eyes darting nervously, leads the priest into his office, the scent of old books and beeswax candles filling the air. The priest, his body rigid with the weight of his vow, watches as the boy locks the door, his heart pounding in his chest. The boy, his voice barely above a whisper, asks the priest to bless him, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants. The priest, his eyes widening, sees the boy's intent, his own cock twitching in response. The boy unzips his pants, his thick, hairy cock springing free, the head already glistening with pre-cum. The priest, his breath hitching, watches as the boy strokes himself, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft. The boy steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch the priest's cock through his pants. The priest, his resistance crumbling, lets the boy undress him, his body aching with desire as the boy's mouth finds his cock, his tongue swirling around the head. The priest, his hands fisting the boy's hair, guides him, his hips moving in rhythm with the boy's mouth. The boy, his eyes locked on