With a heavy sigh, Bishop Harold unzips his cassock, revealing a bulging, straining erection. "My child," he says, his voice trembling, "I'm afraid I've found myself in a similar predicament. Let us help each other, in the name of... understanding." The young man, eyes wide with surprise and desire, tentatively reaches out, wrapping his fingers around the bishop's throbbing shaft. The bishop gasps, his hips bucking slightly, as the young man begins to stroke, his own erection tenting his jeans.