Mormon Bishop's Secret Sin
A young missionary in his pristine white shirt and black pants kneels before his bishop, his eyes cast down, hands folded in his lap. The bishop, a portly man with a stern face, watches the boy, his gaze lingering on the bulge in the missionary's pants. "I've been having... impure thoughts, Bishop," the boy confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. The bishop's expression darkens, but there's a gleam in his eye. He stands, walking over to the boy, and reaches out, his hand cupping the boy's erection. The boy gasps, his eyes widening in shock and arousal. The bishop leans down, his mouth close to the boy's ear. "You must confess all your sins, son," he whispers, his hand beginning to stroke the boy's cock through his pants. The boy's breath hitches, his body tensing as the bishop begins to unzip his fly, revealing the boy's tented underwear.