Jack Bailey Administers an Unorthodox Peer Anointment on Missionary Boys

You Can Never Have Enough Anointing Oil, So Stock Up!

All the gay Mormons that I know have “fallen,” so I’m not sure if they’re good reference sources for fact-checking my Missionary Boys scenes against. If they are, or if I encounter someone who is, I’d love to ask about this anointment thing. How much of it is real and how much of it is hot fever dreams? Can age peer Elders actually get “Authority Granted” to administer this sacrament? And, finally, what’s with all the anointment oil? Does Salt Lake City keep the baby oil industry alive entirely on its own?

Because I watch a lot of porn, I know that at some point in a young male Mormon’s life, he gets anointed. This appears to involve a large amount of consecrated oil, which is applied liberally to every part of his body. And when I say “every part of his body” that includes his cock, balls, and asshole. Yup. Who knew Mormon men were such wild things when left alone in a room together with a bottle of baby oil and a massage table? Sounds kinda gay to me…

For the purposes of this scene’s storyline, Elder Jack Bailey has been given some sort of special dispensation to administer the sacrament. This is a surprise to Elder Ashton Silvers, whose body is about to absorb all that baby oil, and so much more. Jack has not been given a particularly pleasant altar-side manner, however, and is impatient with Ashton when he pauses at the peer anointing. When Ashton expresses confusion, Jack tells him to get naked and onto the altar. Sir, yes, sir.

Once fully nude and on all fours atop the white sheet-covered altar, Ashton has the repeatedly mentioned oil applied to his body both by hand and by pouring from a height. Jack is thorough, making sure nothing gets missed, regardless of how potentially awkward or embarrassing. You know he takes this seriously because he rolls up his white, long-sleeved shirt to avoid staining it. He is businesslike in his approach to this anointment, looking focused and serious as he strokes both himself and the well-oiled Ashton, who has been watching this unfold underneath his body.

“Are we even supposed to be doing this,” Ashton asks quite logically. “Be quiet. I’m in charge,” comes the reply, along with an order to flip onto his back.

Now staring at the ceiling, Ashton has the front of his body oiled and stroked. “Make sure to close your eyes,” Jack tells him. Nothing suspicious about that. While Ashton is busy being obedient, Jack removes his necktie, shirt, belt, and slacks. Standing in only his holy underpants, he returns to oiling and masturbating Ashton, as well as grabbing at his own junk. Once he ditches the under-drawers, he can reach his own cock a lot better and move in closer to his charge. No longer able to control himself, the Elder leans forward and wraps his lips around the unsuspecting man’s penis. Still obeying orders, Ashton keeps his eyes closed and doesn’t move.

Elder Jack gives head like a man who has been starving for cock, which he probably is. He kisses Ashton’s pubes, strokes his erection, and does whatever it takes with his mouth and tongue to deliver a quality anointment experience. This is about the same time that the camera operator starts clanking around. Shush, camera operator, there are sacred rituals being performed!

Ashton is starting to get into whatever it is that he’s found himself in the middle of. His eyes are still closed but his hips are moving with tentative pleasure. This works well for Jack, who gets onto the altar and then onto Ashton’s cock cowboy. It takes the newly elected Top a moment to get into the swing of things, but soon he’s fucking Jack instead of the other way around. “Fuck my ass,” Jack moans, apparently unaware that his ass is, in fact, being fucked. As things progress, Jack’s embrace of profanity expands with his asshole, and “fuck” is his favorite. It’s mine, too, so we’re all good.

There are plenty of opportunities to admire the actual pole-in-the-hole action, which is awesome, both while Jack is in cowboy and reverse cowboy, giving us some interesting perspectives. The two are both moaning now, which is a lovely sound to hear along with all the swearing. And the visuals? It’s not even the sight of their lovely slender bodies that generates the most heat in this moment. It’s the undeniable and pulse-pounding authenticity of Jack’s pleasure. The way he closes his eyes and just rides that dick is inspirational. Who wouldn’t like to be Jack in that moment?

Now it’s Ashton’s turn to stand while Jack remains on the altar, being fucked missionary, which is kinda funny given that the name of the site is Missionary Boys, but I digress. Jack is still in a state of near-religious reverie, shouting out “Oh, my gosh!” You know a Mormon boy is feeling something profound when he uses the word “gosh” in a sentence with an exclamation point. At this point, Jack is stroking himself like a madman and announces that he’s going to cum. He’s in charge, so presumably, he has that “Authority Granted.”

He cums in watery spurts onto himself with some fabulous, spasmatic aftershocks and a hypersensitive post-ejaculate dick. Ashton is enjoying the show, too “Oh, fuck,” Jack says. “I want you to cum.” The reluctant Top has a specific request in order to make Jack’s request a reality. “Do that clenching thing you were doing.” That’s what it takes to get Ashton’s cock to emit a fabulous fountain of jizz that lands on Jack’s groin and then, jammed inside of his asshole. Praise God.

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