Jax Thirio Fucks Some Morality into Luke Truong for Missionary Boys

Self-Stimulation = Vice. Sodomy with the Bishop = Virtue.

As I’ve said repeatedly, Mormonism is a mystery to me since I was raised and have fallen from the One True Church of Roman Catholicism. But if Missionary Boys has taught me anything, it’s that one thing runs true for both faiths and that is the obsession with forbidden sex, by which I mean nearly all sex. Even or especially with ourselves. After all, “Only Sinners Self-Stimulate.”

The star sinner for this 35-minute scene of spiritual redemption is Luke Truong, a hot Asian dude with wonderful muscles. He’s chilling quietly on his couch, looking at his phone, and peacefully indulging in some private self-pleasure time. Then the doorbell rings and his day’s plans are shot all to hell.

Pulling up his tight gray boxers, Luke rushes to the front door to cautiously open it. Guess who’s there? His worst nightmare in the form of Jax Thirio. We soon learn that it’s not just Jax Thirio, who on his own is a highly fuckable piece of man meat. He’s Bishop Jax Thirio this time and he is not impressed by the nearly naked Elder Luke who’s standing in front of him trying to pretend he’s not nearly naked.

Bishop Jax immediately lights into Luke. Why is he sleeping so late? Where is his mission companion? Why is he not wearing his holy garments? Luke has a tepid answer to every question but it’s obvious he’s not going to win this argument. Thus, he begins obeying Jax when told to remove his sexy by comparison underwear and replace it with the libido-dampening holy garments he should be wearing.

Weird thing is, Jax is groping an obviously growing erection through his slacks. This seems an odd thing for a morally upright man to be doing, especially in the foyer of a young Elder’s mission apartment. Once the younger man returns and dons his less-than-gay apparel, Jax is ready to begin his lesson in religious hypocrisy. I mean, his lesson in obeying his superiors when they tell him what to do with his God-doesn’t-make-any-junk.

Once Luke is in the long underwear and bland undershirt, Jax gives his dick a little tap and demands to know what the young man had been doing when he arrived and where he had been doing it. As is expected from someone confronted with his own humanity, Luke is flustered and uncertain what to say.

“You’re not allowed to self-stimulate,” Bishop Jax admonishes. “And now you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to.”

See? It’s a conversation that could be had between any male adult and young man in any religion! The tie that binds…

The handsome Bishop instructs the disobedient Missionary to reach out and touch the older man’s cock through his slacks in whatever way he’d been touching his own earlier. Then he has him kneel on the floor and put the previously mentioned cock in his mouth. That’s where things get pornographic. In short order, things get kinky.

After removing his jacket, Jax does likewise to his belt. But he doesn’t toss it aside. He doubles it over and snaps that bad boy, which is basically the mating call of the horny Mormon Bishop Who Makes You Suck His Cock in the Foyer.

But it gets kinkier because after snapping the belt a couple of times, Jax wraps it behind the neck of the guy with his cock in his mouth pulling him closer and limiting his range of motion. That’s a trust exercise on both their parts, as well as hot as hell. Once Luke has proven he can hold his breath, Jax tells him to wait for him “in your quarters.” Apparently, the foyer doesn’t count as part of the unit’s “quarters.”

The living room does, however. It appears to be Luke’s bedroom at the moment and the perfect place to continue deep fucking his sputtering face. The reappearance of the snapping choke belt makes an already hot scene even steamier. And then the bare-handed spanking starts.

No one has explained to Luke that “Ow” is not a safeword because that’s how he starts off. Jax is utterly unimpressed and informs him, “You disobeyed a lot of rules this week, Elder.” Apologies mean nothing to the authoritarian, who yanks down his spiritual charge’s underwear and begins administering some poorly aimed belt smacks to his ass cheeks. “You’ve got to learn,” the Bishop warns ominously, inspecting the boy’s asshole and kissing his previously assaulted cheeks.

One of the first lessons Luke learns is that if he’s naked and kneeling on the bed with his ass facing the Bishop, it won’t be long before the Bishop’s face is in his ass. “You’re going to learn your lesson today, aren’t you,” the elder man demands gently but firmly while alternating between inserting his thumb and his forefinger into the Missionary’s asshole. Once out of his own clothes and Luke properly shoved face-into-the-sheets, Jax is in him.

That cock slips in like it were made of lubricant and the ass sounds like it must resemble a magical tunnel to ecstasy from what Jax has to say. “You’re making me pre-cum,” he observes, tapping his cock against Luke’s ‘taint. “There’s a big stream of it on your hole.”

Then the belt returns in front of Luke’s neck instead of behind, like previous. For those watching at home, do not do this unless you are being very gentle. One overly enthusiastic tug or squirm and you’ve got a medical emergency literally on your hands. The Bishop doesn’t do this for long, fortunately, so it’s hot and not horrifying. The focus for Jax is obviously to get off using the sinful Missionary’s anal tunnel for the purpose and boy does he start thrusting like a rabbit. The couch squeaks like it’s not sure what’s happening on it.

What’s happening moves from doggy to missionary with the Missionary, with the Bishop shrimping the sexy Asian’s toes while banging away at his deep and happy place. This is a nice position because when Jax doesn’t have Luke’s toes in his mouth, the two of them can kiss. They manage to kiss even when in reverse, thanks to a couch/bed back that allows Luke to lean back and put an arm over his superior’s shoulders.

As if by magic, the chastised Missionary leaps off of his disciplinarian’s erect dick and gets back on his knees. Perhaps it’s because “Only Sinners Self-Stimulate,” but it takes Bishop Jax a little while to woo semen out of his fuck stick. Luke has to give it a little extra oral attention, which must work because eventually, Jax asks the pornographically rhetorical question, “Want my seed?”

It's a good thing that Luke does, indeed, want his seed because he gets it all over his face and in his hair. Properly set back upon a path of righteousness, Luke endures one last admonishing. “Get yourself cleaned up, Elder. And don’t let me find you breaking so many rules in one day again.”

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