Young guy initiated by a daddy

Elder Calder stood still, keeping himself strong and upright as President Lee moved around him. The handsome older manwas in the most pristine, white suite he’d ever seen. Without any sign of lint or dirt, Calder wondered if it was the first time he’d worn it. Elder Calder tried keeping his mind distracted with such details, doing everything he could to respect the tone and seriousness of the ritual being performed. It was hard to stay focused, however, given his state of undress and aching sexual desires. He was very aware that all that covered him was a somewhat impotent temple shield, a piece of fabric that hung as limply over his body as a tablecloth. President Lee was precise in how he moved it, pushing up over one shoulder and another to get to his arms, shoulders, chest, and back.