In the dim light of dawn, Elder Xanders stirs, his body aching for touch. He strips naked, his eyes fluttering open to the sight of Bishop Angus and President Oaks, already bare and aroused. Xanders tentatively reaches out, his fingers tracing the lines of their chiseled bodies. Bishop Angus, with a wicked grin, takes Xanders' hand and guides it to his throbbing cock. President Oaks watches, stroking his own hardness, as Xanders tentatively takes Bishop Angus into his mouth. The room fills with the wet sounds of sucking, the scent of sweat and pre-cum heavy in the air.