Elder Sorenson, fresh-faced and innocent, is about to learn the true meaning of his mission. President Nelson, the senior elder, takes him into his private chambers, the air thick with tension and the scent of sweat and precum. 'Kneel,' President Nelson commands, his voice barely above a whisper. Elder Sorenson complies, his eyes wide with anticipation as he watches President Nelson unbuckle his belt. The president's cock springs free, hard and ready, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the glistening head. Elder Sorenson's mouth waters as he leans in, tentatively licking the slit, tasting the salty precome. President Nelson's hand guides the back of Elder Sorenson's head, pushing him deeper, teaching him the true path of the gay elder.