Elder Devin Takes Young Twink Dakota to Bedroom for Private Lesson

Elder Devin has been watching young Dakota since the day he arrived at the mission. There is something about the way this slender blond twink bites his lip during prayers, the way his eyes wander to the older men during scripture study. Devin recognizes that hunger because he felt it himself once. After evening vespers, he takes Dakota aside with a firm hand on his shoulder. There is a special lesson I need to teach you, he says quietly, guiding the trembling boy down the candlelit hallway to his private quarters. The door clicks shut and Devin’s demeanor shifts from stern to predatory. He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls Dakota between his knees, running his hands up the boy’s thighs through his thin temple garments. Dakota’s breath comes in shallow gasps as the elder undresses him with practiced reverence, kissing each new inch of exposed skin. Devin pushes him gently onto the white sheets and crawls over him, his muscular body dwarfing Dakota’s slender frame. He takes his time preparing the young twink, using his tongue first, then his fingers, stretching that tight virgin hole until Dakota is begging for more. When Elder Devin finally enters him, Dakota cries out and grips the sheets, his back arching off the bed as every thick inch fills him completely. The private lesson lasts well past midnight.