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Latter Day DILF Chapter One
Note: Due to the popularity of Mormon and Missionary porn, you may have seen the unique undergarments that devout Mormons wear. Available in different fabrics but white in color, they are worn as a constant reminder of promises and covenants made by the wearer. They extend to just above the knee. Most men now wear separate garment undershirts and bottoms, though some still wear the original one piece design. Those are similar to a union suit with a flap opening in the rear. While porn usually shows them worn under a suit, keep in mind that they are supposed to be worn at all times; under jeans, knee-length shorts, uniforms, work clothes, etc. Most wearers casually refer to them as garments or G's. Swimming, bathing and some sporting activities are the only accepted reasons to be without them.
I thought it was him, even though it was just a pic of a naked torso.
I didn't dare message him at first, even though I really wanted to. I'd never messaged anyone on a hookup app before. What I did do was lay back on my bed, unzip my fly, maneuver my aching erection out of the fly of my underwear and rub out a quick load while I studied his photo. Calling it a quick load is an understatement. Granted, I'm a young guy; and like most young guys, I'm no stranger to masturbating. But I swear it was less than two minutes from the time I saw his profile until I blasted a real gusher all over myself. Even at my age, I'd normally need to edge for a while to spew a load this size. I was totally drenched.
Here's the weird thing, though. When I came out of my orgasmic daze, I didn't feel the usual regret. I wasn't even that bothered that I was going to have to change my clothes before I went downstairs for dinner. Heck, when I saw the extent of the damage, I realized I should probably change my sheets, too. There was jizz everywhere.
What I did feel, instead of regret, was a determination to follow through and try to chat with this guy. This is big for me. Instead of my usual post-nut regret; I felt energized. Emboldened. As I was mopping up the crime scene, I realized my boner had never subsided. I was honestly ready to launch into round two when Dad yelled up the stairs to tell me dinner was ready.
Yup. I'm still living at home. It's not too bad though, since I'm in an apartment over my parents garage. They usually rent it out to college students; but it's all mine for now. I mean, I am technically a student. I'm taking night classes and working days since I got back home from my mission.
I guess I should explain. It might help explain the guilt I mentioned earlier. I was raised in the Mormon church. They don't like us using that word these days, but everyone still does. Most people know Mormons don't drink or smoke; we're not supposed to swear or masturbate or have premarital sex, either. Come on! We're just as horny as other dudes our age. You've probably seen Mormon missionaries around. You know, the nerds you see riding their bikes in suits with white shirts and ties. That was me until six months ago.
Ever since I got home from my mission, I've been struggling. Struggling with what is expected of me versus the same sex attraction I've been trying to ignore. I've seen too many guys, not just Mormons; too many guys who thought they could push their gay self aside and try to live the life that others expect of them. It seldom ends well.
Back in my room after dinner, I opened the app again to look at his pic. When I saw he was online, I took the plunge. I mean all I really did was say hi; but it's a step I hadn't taken before. It's really silly for me to be so nervous about this. He may not be who I think he is. But heck, I hope it's him.
He doesn't respond right away. I close the app and dive into my calculus homework. Later as I'm getting ready for bed, I check one more time. Heck yeah! I've got a message.
-Hey buddy. Like your profile a lot. But you saw how old I am, right?
I guess I didn't tell you that part. This dude I have the crush on is 48. I'm 22. Maybe he thinks I'm too young? I reply quickly, hoping that's not the case.
-Yup. This is all pretty new to me, but I'm only attracted to older guys
I follow up with a pic of my own; one I'd taken after I'd seen his. I was careful to mimic his pose, showing the same amount of skin. If he's who I think he is, I don't want to appear too slutty at first. I even consider adding the pic to my profile; but I don't have the guts. Besides, I'm not trying to attract lots of guys. Just him.
He was offline again when I responded. The next morning I had another message from him.
-You have an amazing body stud. It's hot that you like older guys. I'm married and have to be discreet; but I'm definitely interested
The two photos he sent this time were even better. The first showed his jeans unbuttoned, with his erection clearly visible through his underwear. The second showed his furry butt. His jeans and underwear pushed down just enough to expose his cheeks.
The clincher was the underwear. It must be who I think it is. Even though I could only see the fabric stretched over his hard-on, he's definitely wearing Mormon garments. I have some made out of the same woven mesh material. I'm surprised he sent a pic wearing them. Most Mormon dudes have at least a few pairs of briefs or boxers. It makes life much less complicated in the locker room. It seems like he would have worn something else if he was going to take sexy pics to send to a stranger.
I need to take some photos to send in return. I consider wearing my garments; but I just can't do it. I'm worried it might scare him off if he knows I'm Mormon, too. Then I remember I'd taken some pics in my parent's master bathroom a few weeks ago. My shower was broken, so I'd used theirs after I'd been for a run. I had stripped down to my sweat-soaked compression shorts. Then, when I'd noticed how good my body looked in their mirror, I had grabbed my phone to snap some pics. Just the thought of taking sexy pictures of myself in my parent's room had me hard as a brick. It had felt wrong and sinful and exciting, all at once.
I select the two best pics from that day; one of my crotch with my erection bulging in my compression shorts; and one of my backside with my shorts pushed down to my knees. I'm not ripped, but I'm in fairly good shape. I've just never allowed myself to think that another guy might be turned on by my body. I can't believe that he said he was interested in me. Definitely interested, he said.
Once I'd decided on the photos, I agonized over what to write. I wanted to tell him I was willing to do anything, that I wanted him to teach me how to please him. I wanted to tell him how many times I had touched myself thinking about him. In the end, I opted for simple and direct.
-I'm discreet too. I've never told anyone about this side of me. I'm still a virgin. I want to meet you before I chicken out.
I was really busy at my job all morning; but my mystery daddy was all I could think about. I didn't dare open the app while I was at work; but I was dying to know if he'd seen my message. I couldn't wait to see if he'd liked my pictures. When I got in my car to go home for lunch, I opened the app and had a message. I know it sounds silly, but after I read the first word I almost lost it. I could barely concentrate on the rest of the chat.
-Son, those pics are straight out of my fantasies. No way am I going to let you chicken out. Meet me tonight. I don't know why you picked me. I'm just glad you did.
I don't even remember driving home. He called me son! I can't tell you how much that excited me. Tonight? He wants to meet tonight? The reality of the situation hit me hard. Can I do this? Am I finally going to touch another man? Have him touch me? Will he freak out when he realizes he knows me? All the way back to my place I tried to come up with my response.
Safely in my room, I looked at his pictures again. My fantasy daddy is about six feet tall and has a dad bod. He's not fat; just a bit of a belly. I don't think I've ever seen him without a suit and tie on; but he has a habit of always standing with his arms crossed. Is it weird that I noticed that? It's just that when he stands like that, his crossed arms rest just below his pecs; then his belly sticks out a little below that. He also wears a distinctive black wedding band on his left hand.
The pic on his profile shows his torso down to just below his waistline. At the top of the photo, I had noticed the bottom edge of his neatly cropped, ginger beard. He has his arms folded across his chest; the black wedding ring on display. His forearms, chest and belly are covered with thick reddish fur. At the bottom edge of the pic you can see the hair getting thicker; then the picture stops as his pubic hair begins. His distance from me on the app was the final piece of the puzzle that told me it was really him.
-I can meet you tonight. I'm really nervous tho. Can we meet anonymously? At least this first time? Can it be in the dark?
The second I hit send, the green light comes on, showing he's just come online. I hold my breath when I see that he's typing back. I never had butterflies in my stomach like this when I was asking a girl out.
-It's okay to be nervous, son. You made me hard when you said `this first time'. I hope we can make this a regular thing. Anon is fine. Just relax, I'm going to take good care of you. Can you meet me at 11?
-Yes. But where?
-I told you I have to be careful but it sounds like you do to. I trust you. I'll send you my address. Park down the street and come into the garage through the side door. The lights will be out. You can wear your face mask if it would make you feel better, but I'll probably take it off to kiss you, son. Is that ok?
-I like it when you call me son. And I was hoping you'd want to kiss. I wasn't sure.
-I guess you saw the wedding ring?
-Yes sir
-OK. 11 tonight and if you're as excited as I am, no jerking off before then
-You're reading my mind. Lol. I promise
His address was no surprise, of course. I was tempted to tell him we knew each other. But since he was okay with having the lights off, I decided not to say anything. He and his wife had moved into our ward while I was on my mission. I know he's friends with my dad. They're about the same age. But the two of us have never said more than hello. I've been watching him though.
I park several houses down the street at 10:55. I had an erection for hours after we chatted; but I'm so nervous now that I'm soft again. What if I don't get hard when I'm supposed to? What if he doesn't like me as much as he liked my pics? What if I don't like it, after all? I decide to push all that out of my mind and just follow his lead.
The short walk to his garage door erases my boner worries. I'm straining against the boxer briefs under my jeans again. It's a warm night and I'm just wearing a polo shirt. I'd slipped on my face mask when I got out of the car. Who'd have thought a couple of years ago that wearing a mask in public would seem normal.
It's dark as I move down the side of the garage. The lights are out in the rest of the house. Is she asleep upstairs? Are we supposed to whisper? I open the door just wide enough to slip inside. I don't know where anything is, so I turn back to quietly push the door closed. I know he's waiting for me.
My whole world changes when he comes up behind me in the dark and wraps his arms around me. I'm trying not to shake. I can feel his breath on my neck. I can feel his erection pushing against me. He smells so darn good. He slides one hand under my shirt; rubbing my chest and belly as he pulls me in even tighter. I'm not prepared for the language he uses.
"Fuck, son! I can't believe how lucky I am. What a fucking stud! Can you feel how hard my big cock is? It's going down your throat. It's all for you, boy."
It might seem silly to you that it's the swearing that throws me off. Here I am, ready to break a whole list of commandments, but it's his dirty talk that stuns me. Don't get me wrong, I love the effect it's having on my dick; I just wasn't expecting it. Do I need to swear back? I'm afraid the words will sound unnatural coming from me. It doesn't really matter though, I can't get any words to come out. My senses are overloaded. I just moan until he drops one hand down to grab my erection,
"Fuck yeah! You're so God damned hard! You feel so fucking big, son. Maybe next time I'll let you breed your daddy's hairy ass. Would you like to try that? Shooting your young jock cum deep in your daddy's guts?"
He doesn't wait for my answer. I had only thought about him topping me. I never imagined it happening the other way around. I had even tried to make sure I was clean for him tonight. I followed the directions I read online; but it felt kind of weird. I hope I did it right. He kisses the back of my neck as he undoes the buttons on my fly. As he slips his hand inside my boxers, it's his turn to moan. He squeezes my balls, then begins to slide my foreskin back and rub his thumb over the precum on the head of my dick.
With his other hand, he unhooks my mask from one ear. Just before he turns my head to kiss me, he whispers a sentence that catches me off guard.
"Can you wear your garments next time, Brodie? Next time, I want you to fuck me with that big, uncut prick of yours poking out of the fly!"
I'm tempted to leave as soon as he says my name. I knew he'd figure out who I was, eventually; but how did he figure it out so fast? It really is pitch dark in here. The first kiss comes so quickly that none of that matters. Without moving his lips from mine, he turns me to face him. He started out out tender but he's aggressive now. I feel like I'm going to explode; like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. He works his hands under my jeans and boxers and grabs a butt cheek in each hand. Using them as leverage, he pulls me toward him as he humps against me. I could honestly cum right now. He's not just kissing me. He's sucking my tongue into his mouth. He's biting at my lips. One of his hands works its way into my crack. He finds my butthole with his finger and starts to rub it. This is all happening so fast that I can't take everything in.
"Fuck, baby! You are so fucking hot! That little hole feels so tight. I'm so fucking hard knowing I'm going to be the first one in there. Do you want your daddy to take your cherry, son? You said you've never done this before, right?"
"No, sir. I've never done anything. I hadn't kissed a guy until now. You're going to have to teach me. It's going to hurt, isn't it?"
"I said I was going to take care of you. We'll work up to that. I'll get you ready; but it's definitely happening before you leave here. When you go home tonight, it's going to be with my cum inside you. It's probably going to hurt some, though. You want it, don't you? You want my cum inside of you?"
"I wasn't sure, since you're married. I brought a condom just in case."
"Oh fuck no, son! You need to feel me in you raw for your first time. One of these times I'll let you swallow my jizz. Maybe I'll even cum on your face. Would you like that? Tonight, though; tonight, 'my new boy Brodie' is getting a breeding. It's all I've been thinking about. I was hoping it was you. I've seen you looking at me at church. I've wanted to fuck you since that day you reported on your mission in Sacrament meeting. I figured all that was only going to be a fantasy until you messaged me."
He lets go of me long enough to take just a few steps and flip on a small lamp on his workbench. It's very dim; but it's enough. Since he knows it's me, the cover of darkness doesn't really matter anymore. He grips the bottom hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, before running his hand over my chest. I'm mostly smooth, with just a patch of dark hair in the middle of my chest. As he starts to push my jeans down the rest of the way, I kick my shoes off. When I'm down to nothing but my socks, he inspects me; running his hands all over my naked body. I feel self conscious being nude while he's still dressed. Hoping it's okay, I start to unbutton his shirt. His mature body is a contrast to my younger, smoother self. There's a pelt of reddish-gray hair spilling out over the scoop neck of his garments. I'm surprised how hard his nipples are, visible through the stark white cloth. He stands and watches me with a smile; allowing me to unwrap him.
Before I move to his belt, I can't help but touch his chest. When I brush over his erect nipples, a deep moan escapes from his throat. He pulls me in to kiss me again, before letting me continue undressing him. I'm not sure if he wants me to pull the garments over his head. He said he wanted me to make love to him while I was wearing mine. It seems so wrong to me. So instead of taking off his top, I undo his belt buckle. It's a weird feeling; facing another man and undoing his belt. It's one of those things you don't think about when you undress yourself. Every step is the reverse of what I'm used to. He's wearing Dockers khaki pants, something that plays directly into my older dad fantasy. With them unzipped, I slide them down and he steps out of them. I'm again faced with a mirror image. I'm accustomed to seeing my erection tent out my garments when I get up in the morning. Now looking at his cock pushing against the mesh fabric, a damp spot at the very end; I'm startled by how big it looks. When I grab hold of it through the fabric, his moans give way to another string of curses.
"Jesus Christ, son! I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life. Not even on my wedding night, before I lost my virginity. Do you like what you see? You look so young and smooth and perfect. I probably look pretty old, huh? A chunky, hairy old dude?"
"No way! You look even better than I'd hoped. I love all that red hair; and your penis looks so big under your garments. It looks powerful! You look like a man is supposed to look."
"Pull it out of the fly, son. I don't think it's as big as yours; but you can see how bad I want you. You have me so fucking hard!"
It might not be quite as long as mine; but it's so big around. I work it through the overlapping fly; then I'm in a daze again. It's so wide. I'm not sure if it will really fit in me. It's circumsized; a little darker than the rest of his skin. Escaping out the fly all around it are more red hairs. There is a glistening bead of precum at the very tip. When I look up at him, he's watching me. Smiling. He runs his fingers through my hair, then gently puts pressure on the top of my head. I sink to my knees.
"Look at me, son. I want you to look up at me as you reach out your tongue and lick that drop of precum off the end of my cock. Can you do that, boy? You've tasted your own, haven't you? Just lick the head at first. Give it a kiss. Then see how much you can get into your pretty mouth? Sitting in church, I've thought about how your lips would look wrapped around my cock. In my daydreams, you were looking into my eyes while it happened."
I had tasted my own precum before. When I get excited, before I start to touch myself; my dick leaks enough to fill my foreskin. It doesn't taste very strong. Sometimes when I'm masturbating for a long time, I lick my hand. I can taste it then, too; mixed with my sweat. I always tell myself that I'm going to taste my semen after I ejaculate. Then after my orgasm, the guilt usually takes over. It doesn't sound too appealing once I've finished. I've grown to like my foreskin, but that wasn't always the case. When I was younger, I wondered why my penis didn't look like my father's. His looks more like the one in front of me; though I haven't seen it in years, and certainly not when it was erect. By the time I got to junior high and we started to have gym class, there were several of us who were uncircumsised, so it wasn't an issue.
I allow him to move my head until I'm within tongue's reach. I try to follow his orders. The first lick elicits a full body shudder from him. I can't believe how right this feels; how badly I want it in my mouth. I open wide and he starts to gently push into me, then retreat. Each time I get a little further. I will admit that when I've seen this in porn, I'm amazed how much guys are able to get into their mouth. Even though he keeps up the pressure, he's not forcing it. He's surprisingly gentle.
"Jesus, son! That feels so fucking good! I promise, I'll show you soon how good a cocksucker can make you feel. For now though, I just want to enjoy this. I'm loving the way you look at me while you kiss my prick. It's taking all my willpower not to blast down your throat right now; but like I told you, my load's not going in your mouth tonight. My cum load is going deep in your pristine hole, son. Your never used hole. And it's going as fucking deep as I can shoot it."
I've been taught that what we're doing is a sin; a really bad sin in my religion. I know it's wrong, but it's so exciting to see his hard penis sticking out of his G's. It just feels so right. Part of me wishes that we could just focus on the oral sex for tonight. I would suck on him as long as he wants. I really do want to taste it when he explodes. It's such a challenge opening wide enough for him, I'm pretty worried about how bad it's going to hurt when he tries to put it inside of my butt. I try to take him even deeper; but it makes me gag. His cock jumps and he quickly pushes my head back before putting his hands under my arms and lifting me up. As he kisses me again, I wonder if he can taste his own cock; his own precum. He wraps one of his big hands around my own dick and slowly starts to stroke it.
"You are so fucking hot! You did an amazing job, son. Did you like being your daddy's little cocksucker? When you took it deeper and started to gag, I almost filled your mouth with jizz, boy. I loved hearing you gag on my fat cock. But like I said, it's too soon for that. I'm not going to feed you tonight. Where's my cum going tonight, son?"
"Inside me?"
"Inside you where? Tell me, son. Where did I tell you I was going to shoot my load?"
"Deep in my hole? Deep in my never used hole?"
"That's right, boy. Christ are you sexy! I feel like the luckiest guy alive."
He surprises me when he bends at the waist and brings his face close to my penis. I'm already so hard that my foreskin is full retracted. He grips me and slides the skin forward; then takes the very tip into his mouth. He can't keep the skin over my head for long. I'm so hard that I'm aching. When he runs his tongue around the sensitive head of my penis, I push his head away. It feels too good.
"I'm sorry. I almost came inside of your mouth. I'm sorry."
"Quit saying you're sorry. It's okay. I want to make you feel good. At your age, you can probably shoot a couple times in a row, can't you? Or do you regret it after you cum? Do you lose your hard on?"
"I used to regret it. The other day though, when I was looking at your profile picture online? I masturbated and came in like two minutes. By the time I wiped it up, after another glance at your photo, I was ready to go again."
"Holy fuck! You jerked off looking at me? Fuck, son; you are making me so happy. You were just looking at the shirtless profile photo? So that was before I sent you the pic of my boner? I can't fucking believe it. Listen son, you trust me, right? I want this night to be special for you. Here's what I going to do. I'm going to suck on your cock some more. You may not have anything to compare it to; but your cock is fucking amazing, stud. If you feel like you going to blast, just let it happen. I want to be the first man to suck your cum right out of your balls. Just trust me. I'm going to take good care of you."
I admit, I'm thinking this might delay the anal play I'm worrying about. I also admit that I want him to impress him with how much I can shoot. Rather than bend over this time, he goes down on one knee. He looks closely at my foreskin as it slides back and forth over the head, before looking up at me and taking me into his mouth. Now I know why he wanted me to look at him when I was sucking on him. I can see the desire in his eyes. I can see how much he wants me. He doesn't break eye contact, even when he starts to take me deeper and deeper. After only a couple of minutes, my legs begin to shake. Reading the look in my eyes, he somehow manages to nod without letting my cock out of his mouth. I instinctively bring my hands to his head and hold him as I feel the sperm racing up the length of my dick. He dives onto me, taking me into the back of his throat, before pulling off a bit and letting my load start to fill his mouth. I want to shout out; but I still don't know how quiet we have to be. I clench my teeth and grunt as blast after blast pulses out of me. I have never felt anything like it in my life. The other day when I thought my orgasm went on forever? It doesn't compare to this.
By the time I stop convulsing, he gets back up to his feet. He's still gripping my softening cock in his fist. His mouth is tightly shut. Standing right in front of me, he holds out a cupped hand. Opening his mouth, he lets my cum fill his palm to overflowing. Then careful to hold it level to keep it from spilling, he leans in and kisses me. After all the semen that I saw go into his palm, I'm amazed how much is still in his mouth when our lips meet. Maybe I should be disgusted; but it is so erotic to me. As he continues to kiss me, he brings the hand he just filled down behind me; and I feel all that cum running down my hairy crack. He had rubbed his finger around my butthole earlier; and it had felt so darn good. This time, covered in all that cum, his finger easily slips inside of me. I gasp for air at the intrusion; but then I feel my dick start to rise again. The kissing doesn't stop. He runs his tongue around the inside of my mouth and over my teeth. At the same time, I can tell he's adding another finger in me. He slowly inches over until he is standing at my side, humping his hard cock against my hip. I turn my head to the side so the kiss can continue. Now he's aggressively working his fingers into my virgin hole with one hand and stroking my cock to full hardness with the other.
I feel like I'm in another world. I'm vaguely aware that he's still moving around me. Breaking the kiss, he nudges me toward the workbench. As soon as I am pressed up against the bench, he pushes against me from behind. I'm really scared, but there is nowhere to run. I feel the head of his cock at my hole. He just holds it there. Out of kissing range, he starts to bite at the back of my neck. I feel him push a little, then he retreats. After several minutes of this, I start to get surprised by how much of his cock is coming out of me as he pulls back. He must have more of his penis in me than I thought. It hurts a little; but nothing like I had been expecting. When his other hand reaches around me and starts to stroke my cock again, I let out a little cry. I feel like I could cum again any second. It all feels so freakin' good.
"Okay, son. Grit your teeth. I've been patient so far; but I need in that tight fucking hole. On the count of three, push out as hard as you can; like you're trying to take a shit. One. Two. Three!"
It takes all my strength not to scream. I had foolishly thought that he had almost finished opening me up; that the worst of the penetration was over. I was wrong. Now that he's finally deep in my guts, I realize he had barely started to breach me before. My ass feels like it is on fire. I want to beg him to pull out, but I don't want to disappoint him. He holds me tight and doesn't move once he bottoms out deep inside me.
"I'm sorry, son. I'm going to hold still now until you tell me your ready. Just keep breathing, boy. Don't clench up. Try and relax your hole for me. I warned you it was going to hurt some. I know you can do this, Brodie. Do it for your daddy. Breathe deep. We've got to get this cum in you, boy; mix it up with your sperm I used for lube! I know you want this!"
True to his word, he holds his cock perfectly still. He rubs his hand over my chest and gently pinches my nipples. His voice is soothing. I feel the pain start to slip away; but I'm scared that it will flood back when he starts to move again. He goes back to lovingly kiss my neck again. I try to focus all my attention on relaxing for him. I want him to be proud of me.
"That's better, baby. Just relax. You've got all of my bare prick in you now. It's all in your sweet hole where it belongs, son. You're making me so happy. Aren't you glad we didn't use that rubber? Tell me how my raw cock feels in your pussy, boy."
"It doesn't hurt as bad now. I'm trying hard to relax. It's just so dang big."
Rather than answer, I feel him tentatively start to move his hips. I don't understand how it can hurt and feel so good at the same time; but he's bumping against something inside of me and it's awesome. He slowly pulls out an inch, then back in again. After rocking back and forth like that for a few minutes, he starts slowly pulling almost all the way out, then in again. Each time he pushes in, he hits that same magical spot. I realize the pain is almost gone. I just feel so darn full.
"Fuck, son! I knew you could do it! I don't think I've ever been in such a tight fucking ass. Does it still hurt? Those moans of yours sound like you're enjoying it. Christ! Your big old cock is like a steel bar! Are you going to cum again for me, boy?"
"Oh fuck, daddy."
It just slips out of my mouth. I've never said that word in front on anyone. When he first held me tonight and said all those cuss words, I was shocked. What just came out of my mouth was unplanned. It's just that this all feels so unbelievable: his cock inside of me, his hand on my dick and his lips on my neck. As his pace increases, I still love it; but it's starting to hurt again.
"That's right, son! Your daddy's fucking you. He's fucking your tight, virgin hole. Any minute I'm going to flood that hole with cum! Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want your daddy to breed your ass!"
"I want to feel it. Please cum in me."
"Fuck yeah! That's my boy. I told you that you were going home tonight with my jizz in your ass. Take my fucking load, son!"
I'm so close to coming again; but he's stopped jerking me to put both hands on my shoulders while he pumps me full. I grab my cock so I can finish; but he quickly slaps my hand away. The second he wraps his own hand tightly around my shaft, my cum shoots out in waves. It's only been a few minutes since I ejaculated into his mouth; but this orgasm seems to last even longer.
He's leaning all his weight against my back as he tries to catch his breath. He's still holding me tight. I can feel his beard on my neck and his hairy chest against my smooth back. I'm so glad he left his garments on through our encounter. I will definitely wear mine next time, if he really does want to meet up again.
As I come down from my orgasm high, I realize how badly my butt hurts. His cock is softening. I flinch when it finally plops out of me with an embarrassingly sloppy farting sound. I feel a burning ache; a reminder of the covenants I've broken tonight. I know I should feel remorse. Then I feel a trickle of his cum dripping out of my abused hole. It helps soothe the burning. I clench tighter, determined to take a part of him home with me.
When I finally turn around, he's watching me. I assume to see how I'm going to react. His cock is still hanging out of the fly of his garments. Even though he's no longer hard, it still looks impossibly thick. Heavy. Covered in cum. I think of a favorite porn video; and I'm tempted to lean over and lick it clean. But now that I've emptied my balls, I feel squeamish about taking him in my mouth after he's been inside me. I'm relieved to see that my attempt to clean out for him appears to have been successful. Even so, I make a mental note to wait until next time to break that particular taboo.
He's still eyeing me carefully as he reaches for his pants. He steps into them before tucking his still cum covered cock into his G's. I feel like I should say something to put his mind at rest. Does he think I'll feel so guilty that I might go to the Bishop and confess all the sins I've committed; and implicate him in the process? Does he worry that I might regret what we've done? Or is he afraid I'll confuse tonight's activities with love, and fear that I'll think this is the beginning of a romance? While I definitely want to see him again, I'm also eager to experience other men. Other daddies.
Regardless of the things we both said in the heat of the moment, I realize this has nothing to do with love. He's a married man with a secret; a secret I'm happy to keep. This is all about sex. It's about fucking and sucking. But there is still no way I can say those words out loud. Instead, to alleviate any concerns he might have, I state the obvious; and try to keep it light.
"Thanks, daddy. That was so flipping awesome! Maybe next time you can teach me how to swear."
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