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Logan Cross in 'Elder Land - Atonement - RAW'

Logan Cross - Elder Land - Atonement - RAW

Elder Land stared up at his ceiling all night. His companion was fast asleep, long mellowed by the mundanity of their day. But Elder Land was stuck thinking about what had he?d learned. Following his invasive meeting with President Faust?a meeting in which he was aggressively fondled and milked?the older man told him about a secret organization known simply as The Order. Elder Land was barely able to catch his breath from his exhaustive climax and couldn?t stop looking at his load as Faust took a cloth and wiped it from his hand. Between his deep breaths and pounding heart beats, he listened as President Faust explained the secret fraternal organization and how he was being invited to be inducted and tried for his worthiness. He didn?t know what it was more than that, but knew he wanted in. He instinctively knew this would help him manage his same-sex attraction. Maybe they had secrets and a deeper understanding of sexuality that others didn?t have? ?Or maybe this was a trick. But then he remembered there was a strange quote from Joseph Smith to the other early brethren of the church. He told a select group of converts that if they knew all the things that he knew about sex, they would want to take his life. What could he possibly have meant? Lying awake, his mind explored every possible option of what he should do and what the consequences of his action or inaction might be. He counted scenarios like he was counting sheep, and similarly, he went to be listless and uneasy. When he awoke, he thought he?d continue on with his missionary work. Maybe he could pretend nothing happened and ignore this new information about The Order. Other missionary boys seemed to be fine without it and he?d probably be better off without it. He was perfectly content in this until he received a call from his mission president. He would be going on splits. His companion would stay in their area, but he would be heading to the temple. He was told that he would receive a special calling. Once he got there, a temple patron stopped him on his way inside the temple and told him that the Brethren had requested his presence in office of the temple president. There he was to meet with Bishop Gibson. That did it. Bishop Gibson. The handsome, powerful, and tempting. The one thing that strayed him from true virtue. He nodded timidly and made his way to the temple president?s office to meet with the bishop. A part of him deep down thought maybe he should be running the opposite direction, but he knew just as deeply that he?d never forgive himself if he let this opportunity pass him by. As soon as he entered the office of the president, he was told to take a seat. ?I?m here to formally invite you into The Order,? the handsome man said to him, sitting behind his desk, blue eyes focused on the boy?s apprehensive expression. ?Do you know what that means?? Elder Land gulped, intimidated by how powerless he felt in front of him. ?I?ve heard of it,? he stammered, ?but I don?t know quite what to expect.? ?It means that you do everything I ask you to do,? said the bishop. ?And you can begin by standing up.? Elder Land did as he was told. Even when he was told to take off his shirt, he did was he was told. When Bishop Gibson told him to take off his pants, that?s the first time he blinked. ?Excuse me?? Land asked, surprised, mostly in disbelief that Gibson of all people was asking this of him. ?If you want to join the Order,? the bearded man spoke slowly and deliberately, ?you must do everything I say. Take off your pants.? And with that, Elder Land did. He wanted to make Bishop Gibson like him, even if it meant undressing in front of him and betraying his efforts to avoid same-sex encounters. This blind submission hit another road bump, however, when he was told to remove his garments. ?Take off your undergarments.? Land paused. He felt frozen. Still wasn?t sure this wasn?t a trip of some kind. He hesitated. ?I said, take off your undergarments.? Bishop Gibson could see his fear. It was enough to make the otherwise tan-skinned, healthy young boy look white as a ghost. The older man was struck with a moment of empathy, and in a kinder, gentler, almost paternal way gestured and said, ?Come here.? Elder Land stepped closer. He took shallow breaths with each step, waiting to see what would happen. His unspoken question was answered when Bishop Gibson ran a hand over his stomach, feeling under the shirt of his garments, tracing his fingertips over his abs. Elder Land had a tight, muscular body. It was compact like a gymnast?s, strong and masculine. It was seemingly at odds with his delicate and boyish face, making him look caught between adolescence and adulthood. Bishop Gibson took a moment to consider him and stated in a seductive whisper, ?You must do everything we say.? With that, he took a hand to the boy?s genitals, feeling them swell beneath the fabric of his garments, and listening as Land panted quietly inside his broad chest. Elder Land didn?t want to get hard, he didn?t even want to be aroused, but his body once again turned on him and revealed his true desires to a member of the priesthood. ?Nice. Very nice.? Bishop Gibson pulled off Land?s garments, revealing his smooth, athletic frame. He studied it for moment before continuing, ?Get on the desk.? Gibson stood up, clearing space for Land to move. The boy hesitated only for a second before getting on top of the desk as asked. It was strange and bizarre, but in a way, this was the fantasy he?d spent so many quiet, illicit moments fantasizing about. To have Bishop Gibson see him and want him. With his ass high in the air, his muscular backside was practically calling to the powerful bishop. He walked around the perimeter of the desk, checking out his young catch from all sides. When he stopped behind him, he gently pulled his penis back, pointing it?s hard, stiff length straight down. He played with his balls, too, watching them fall in place. But his real joy came when he leaned down and took a taste of Land?s tight hole. ?Very nice,? he whispered, almost to himself, as he came up from his first sampling. He licked his lips and savored him like he was delicious snack. He dove his face back down, harder this time, intentionally running the soft bristles of his beard against Land?s delicate, eager hole. As his mouth trailed over it, he could feel it react on the tip of his tongue. Elder Land was in ecstasy, but he was still torn about his feelings. Were it not for the fear of hell and all the damnation he?d been taught, being sensually tasted by Bishop Gibson would be his version of heaven. His mind and body were locked, however, on all fours on that desk. Nothing save for the words of Bishop Gibson could get him off. The older man lifted up from the boy?s hole and moved around to his front side. He looked in the wide, aroused eyes of his inductee, then down to his pouty lips. ?Kneel,? he ordered, with the precise severity of a trainer to a pet dog. And like a well trained pup, Elder Land was quick down to his knees. Bishop Gibson pointed casually to his crotch as he pulled his penis out through the pants zipper. It was clear to the young boy what that meant as he was fast to throw those pouty lips around the handsome man?s member. It tasted better than he imagined. Inhaling the scent of his crotch and sucking down the shaft of his penis, Elder Land worshipped his crush?s cock. Bishop Gibson looked down, unbuttoning his shirt and removing his belt. He was impressed. This boy was working hard for him. Really showing his devotion to him. And obeying every command he laid out. The older man continued to strip down, losing his clothing piece by piece while Elder Land never once lost sight of his mission: to serve. The only thing that fought for his attention was the gentle, appreciative way Bishop Angus ran a hand on the back of his head as he bobbed up and down on his shaft. It was subtle and soft, but it gave him a feeling unlike anything he?d hoped to receive before. ?I want you on the desk,? Gibson said softly. His tone wasn?t harsh, but simply direct. It spoke to Land in that same way the touch of his hand did. It made him submit, but only because deep down Land wanted to. Elder Land moved back to the desk, leaning over it and placing his hands flat on its surface. Behind him, Bishop Gibson removed the remainder of his clothing, stripping down naked. Land stole a look back, seeing the man?s amazing body. It was better than he fantasized, and it was right there with him. Bishop Gibson stood closer to him, stroking his hard, wet cock, placing a hand on the boy?s soft butt. He ran a finger up the crack of his ass, teasing his hole as it moved. Without much else, Gibson planted his penis where his finger had trailed, pressing it up against the tight pucker of his ass. Land closed his eyes, feeling the soft, golden hairs of the man?s stomach and legs press against him as he made himself closer and closer. Soon, it seemed as if he couldn?t get closer, pressing hard against the timid hole of Elder Land. The young boy took a breath, bit his lip, and exhaled slowly as he felt the fullness of Bishop Gibson slide inside him. Was he dreaming? Could this be real? How is it that he?s having sex with him? Bishop Gibson placed a hand on the boy?s shoulders, holding him tight as he moved himself even deeper. Once he was all the way, he could hear the end of the boy?s sustained breath turn into a moan. He hit the spot. Bishop Gibson had his target set. He pumped himself increasingly faster and faster, pounding his substantial member against the boy?s inside, making him moan louder and louder. And he knew he wouldn?t stop until the boy was oozing cum all over the desk?

Logan Cross in 'Elder Land - Companionship Inventory'

Logan Cross - Elder Land - Companionship Inventory

Elder Land sat nervously in the big, white room. He leg shook up and down as his palms got sweaty and hot.He?d only been waiting a couple minutes, but he knew any meeting he had would be a test of some kind. Ever since he revealed the truth of his sexual attractions to his mission president, he knew that all others in leadership would press him and question him about it. He knew the right answers to those questions, but he knew they were neither true nor easy to talk about it. As he waited, his mind kept circling back to Bishop Gibson. He?d had multiple fantasies and wet dreams about this handsome president and his passion was getting the better of him. The more he tried not to think about it, the more it surfaced. And at inopportune times. President Faust came into the room and sat across from him. He looked over what appeared to be some kind of binder of papers, occasionally glancing up at Elder Land. The young missionary immediately felt intimidating by him. Not just because of his position and authority, but because of the way he seemed to possess himself. President Faust had a manner about the way he moved, breathed, and darted his eyes up over his glasses that assert ed a primal power. He even had a handsome musk to him that Land could perceive as he walked by him that seemed to fill his lungs with a powerful erotic trigger. Land looked him up, frequently visiting his crotch with his eyes, waiting for their meeting to begin. President Faust nodded slightly to himself, put away the binder, and made striking, piercing eye contact with Elder Land. The boys body tensed as he looked back, knowing this would not be easy. ?Have you ever had same-sex attraction?? President Faust began. ?I?m not sure I understand,? Land responded, taken completely by surprise. He hadn?t even formally introduced himself and yet he was jumping right into his deepest shame. ?Have you ever fantasized about a man? Look at his body? or his crotch?? Elder Land?s face went white and his hands sweated harder. He could hardly his his answer over the sound of his heart pounding, but he answered no. For some reason he felt he had to say no, that this was the right answer. But he was beginning to doubt his ability to convincingly lie. ?Are you sure?? Faust continued, leaving forward to make his eyes closer. He seemed to creep closer like a lion approaching a lone gazelle. The lion sees an easy target and the gazelle knows he has nowhere to run. But once again, Land said no. Faust took a breath and broke his glance, releasing Land from his psychic lock for a second. ?I?m going to ask you to prove if you?re being honest with me. Stand up and take off your tie.? Elder Land did as he was told, unknotting his tie and handing it to the president. Faust then told him to continue, undressing even further down. Land continued, removing his clothes, despite his confusion. How will this help, he wondered. One he was going to his garments, he was sat back down and told to place his hands behind his back. When he did, the president moved behind him and held his hands together. Once again, Land inhaled his masculine, lupine scent. He couldn?t express it, but he knew it in his bones: this was an alpha male. A person with preternatural power. It aroused him to think of how he must be sexually, but he knew he should not have such thoughts. It was then that he felt a soft rope wrap around his wrists, holding him firmly in place. It took him out of his brief fantasy and invigorated a different primal feeling: fear. Moving back around, President Faust spoke ?I saw you looking at my crotch.? Elder Land looked at him intensely, not sure what to do or say. Faust removed his suit jacket, revealing the broadness of his shoulders and chest. He had a pair of suspenders that hugged him tightly, clinging to him and seeming to exaggerate his masculine features. His salt and pepper hair and beard framed his face perfectly and gave him the distinction of a man of authority. All this combined with his frankness made him both incredibly sexy and incredibly scary. He didn?t seem to need a response. Or expect one. He pulled his chair closer toward the bound boy and sat back down, resting his arms fall such that one appeared to accidentally land close to Land?s exposed inner though. Faust then began to casually, almost tauntingly caress his inner thigh, grazing his smooth skin with the fingertips, his eyes locked in a challenging stare on Land?s. The boy couldn?t look away, but he wanted to badly. It felt good. Really good. Too good. He was so desperate to be touched that the gentle movements changed his breathing and sent his heart into a rapid drumming. ?Don?t feel anything?? Faust asked, inquisitive, almost clinical. The handsome president then ran his hands along the edges of his garment bottoms, tracing the trimming and teasing out subtle responses from Land?s vulnerable body. Faust moved his ups around the seams of the legs and up to the waist band. Without any warning or production, he pulled open Elder Land?s waistband, moving his hands inside to feel his penis. Elder Land was shocked. No man had ever touched him like this. This wasn?t like going to the doctor. He was trying to excite him! Actually intending to make him erect! Faust stroked his shaft and teased him under his balls. Land was trying hard not to give in or even admit that he liked it, but his body was reacting like Faust had the owner?s manual to his eroticism. The president?s fingertips gently grazed over his genitals, moving around from his balls to his hole. He squeezed tighter and firmer, put more of his dominance behind his gestures, moving another hand up his pant leg to gently stroke his hole as well. ?Definitely looks like it?s turning you on,? Faust teased, amused with the predicament he?d put the boy in. Elder Land, fully erect, still insisted that he did not enjoy it. ?Oh? I don?t think you?re being very honest with me.? Faust took his hands away, seeing the boy?s face drop. He wanted it. He wanted more. And taking it away so quickly, the expression on the boy?s face was all the truth he needed. ?I?m going to untie your hands,? Faust smiled. ?And I want you to show me how you masterbate.? ?Isn?t that bad?? Elder Land responded, confused, but also seeing if his was yet another trick. ??Not if it?s with me.? Elder Land pulled his penis out through his garment shorts. He was nervous letting this full grown man watch him, seeing his erection and his efforts to pleasure himself. President Faust was very, very sexy and had a way about him that made Land unable to resist. While Land stroked his cock, President Faust teased his hole, spreading his legs wide apart to get his hand up through the shorts of garments once again. ?You like that?? Faust asked, whispering to him as he moved himself even closer. Inhaling his musk and closing his eyes, Elder Land nodded and continued to stroke. The president was so close he could hear the difference in their breaths; Faust?s were steady and strong, seemingly unphased by anything and meditative on seeing his boy climax. Land was panting, nervous, uncomfortable, slightly embarrassed, but even more eager to cum?

Logan Cross in 'Elder Land - The Informant'

Logan Cross - Elder Land - The Informant

Ever since Elder Land left home and arrived in the MTC, he?d been constantly surrounded by dozens of young men like him. Hormonal teenagers, all conservatively dressed and groomed, all looking and sounding the same. The lack of privacy set him into a state of total psychosexual lockdown, unable to find any release. Even showers were group showers. And being around the handsome, older MTC teachers were only making it worse. Land had known for a long time that he liked men, especially older men, but never acted on it. Until recently he?d never even told anyone about it. But one day his very persuasive and friendly MTC president managed to get him to admit his secret feelings. ?Struggling with same-sex attraction? was how they agreed to describe it. And the prescription was the same as always: pray more, stay busy, and never, ever indulge. Land knew that meant that even masturbation was off the table, but he was determined to do right by his leaders and the church. Once he was down with the program and onto his mission, he and his new companion spent that first day meeting the local missionary authorities. It was a warm, summer day, and the two boys were baking in their tightly knotted ties and matching missionary underwear. They hadn?t even been to their new apartment yet before the two boys came face to face with the ultimate test of Elder Land?s will: Bishop Gibson. Bishop Gibson was younger than most Bishops Land had interacted with, but still a decade older than the boy. His hair was the color of dried wheat, like a dark gold. His smile was bright and full, moving his well-trimmed beard to expose his perfect teeth. And when he reached out to shake his hand, Land could see the blond hairs of his forearm break free from his rolled up sleeve. Elder Land though to himself, Shit. He?s hot! Elder Land had always had a thing for older guys, and Bishop Gibson was more than he could handle in his frustrated state. As soon as the boys found their apartment and settled in, Land?s companion immediately rushed to take a shower. Elder Land removed his clothes, relieved from the heat to be down to just his garments. And as he sat on the bed that would be his, he realized: he was finally alone. Against his nobler intentions, his mind rushed with thoughts of Bishop Gibson. He could practically still feel his hand gripping his own. He recalled every detail he observed, wanting desperately to see him again. And despite his efforts, he became painfully aware of three truths: Gibson was his weakness, he hadn?t jerked off in weeks, and for the first time in ages, he was finally alone. As if his penis were similarly aware, his loins began to swell before the boy even placed his hands in his garment bottoms. He didn?t want to, but he?d been desperate. During his abstinence, he?d been plagued by frequent wet dreams, soiling his garments and leaving him ashamed of his desires. Perhaps this one indulgence would quiet his mind. He kept an eye on the bathroom, hoping to better hear the sound of the rushing water, giving him a sense of how much time he had to enjoy the feeling of his erection. The fear of being caught was almost as powerful as his yearning for Bishop Gibson, and soon his fantasies and anxieties were wrapped up together, causing him to envision the handsome man standing beneath the showerhead, rinsing off from the hot, summer day. Elder Land closed his eyes and tried to imagine him, standing tall and handsome as beads of water dripped down his body. Despite having never seen him naked, he could practically see the delicate pattern of chest hair on his torso. He wondered if it was dark like his hair or light like his arms. As he continued to jerk off, he pulled his penis out through his garment bottoms, running his hands over his chest, fantasizing the tips of fingers were running down the older man?s chest. Land?s body was different, though. Smoother, leaner, less developed. Still, it felt good. Land?s mouth watered imaging Gibson?s chest hair trailing down his stomach, landing in a soft patch of pubic hair just above his penis. As his imagination went south, so did his hands. He licked his fingers with his panting, salivating mouth, lubricating them for his anus. He teased his hole as he stroked, still hearing the water and picturing the beautiful golden bishop. His body heated up with each stroke, causing him to passionately writhe in his bed, strumming his hole like the strings of a guitar, slowly building up the urge to cum inside. Getting on all fours, he rested his arms on the headboard, arching his back to give his ass room to stand out. His wet fingers navigated his hole further and further until the tip of one made its way inside. Elder Land imagined the older man?s cock, hard and wet. He imagined what it would be like to feel him press just the head inside. Elder Land had never been with a man, but he couldn?t deny the appeal of being penetrated. He wanted this man to own him, teach him, and fuck him. One finger soon gave way to two as the horny missionary continued to pleasure himself in his rare solitude. His smooth hole and hard cock worked in tandem to drive himself wild. Visions of Bishop Gibson filled his mind, giving him the sensation of vibrating as he edged himself closer and closer to cumming. He could have cum two or three times already from simply feeling his erection, but the wave he was riding was too powerful. And as long as the water was flowing, he wanted to keep it going?


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Logan Cross in 'Cabana Bumps'

Logan Cross - Cabana Bumps

With a hunky set of guests having some private fun in their rented cabana, pool boy Cameron Dalile is doing what he can to earn those big tips. Little does he know he's about to get the biggest tip he could imagine, but not necessarily the kind he was expecting. When Logan Cross approaches him, beckoning him over to their tent, Cameron is at once intrigued but also nervous of getting caught. Steve and Logan assure him he'll be fine, and the tip Steve is dangling is quite massive, so Cameron decides to throw caution to the wind and indulge on the job. Steve and Logan are glad that they approached them, as Cameron proves willing and able to satisfy all their special needs, and when it's finally time for the guys to blow their loads, it's Cameron on the receiving end, soaking up all the reward, as both Steve and Logan give him everything they have in exchange for his attentive service. That's one way to make a splash!Enjoy!

Logan Cross in 'You Fucked My Brother'

Logan Cross - You Fucked My Brother

Logan Cross has a juicy little secret that he fully intends to exploit for his own ends. Chad Piper is the unknowing mark, but he's not so innocent. Turns out Chad's been secretly dipping his wick in Logan's brother, and now that Logan has found out, he wants a little taste of Chad's infamous pipe. Confronted with this reality, Chad has no choice but to show Logan what he's been missing, and the two of them make their way back to Chad's bone room, where he quickly unleashes a cock worth scheming over. Logan discovers what all the fuss is about, downing Chad's dick and gagging on such a mouthful. Chad is ready to drop the hammer, so he curls Logan up onto his shoulders and pile drives him from above, pounding Logan's hole with his thick, raw cock. Logan takes it all willingly, bending over and spreading his cheeks so that Chad can hit it from behind, then flipping over and telling Chad to fuck the cum out of him. Chad picks up his pace and Logan spits his load all over his stomach, as Chad pulls out and blasts his hole with his blackmailed load. For Logan, it's worth every drop.Enjoy!

Logan Cross in 'Sunny Bums'

Logan Cross - Sunny Bums

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Logan Cross in 'Homeless Breeding'

Logan Cross - Homeless Breeding

About a block from his house, Connor Halsted notices a fine piece of ass walking on the side of the street, and when he stops, Logan Cross turns out to be too good to be true. Cute as ever and freshly naive, Logan is also currently without a place to crash, on account of his parents kicking him out. Connor eagerly invites Logan back to his place and once there, he tells Logan he's gonna rock his world. Ripping off his clothes, Connor bends Logan over and immediately begins to tongue his ass, plunging it deep into Logan's hole while he jerks himself hard. Logan is enjoying it but he lusts for Connor's cock, begging for him to fuck his virgin ass. Connor is more than willing, bending him over the fireplace and giving him a raw deep dicking from behind. Logan proves worthy and able as he takes every inch, even flipping Connor over and taking control, riding him til Connor is ready to burst. Throwing Logan onto the floor, Connor fucks the cum out of Logan before breeding his hole with his seed, nutting all over Logan as he shoves his rock hard cock back in for round 2.Enjoy!