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Latter Day DILF Chapter Two
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 didn't get much sleep last night. Honestly, I thought I'd feel more guilt once I had time to reflect on what we'd done. I mean, come on! All those years of being taught the importance of chastity and cleanliness? Having it drummed into me that my body is a temple? Being taught that I must preserve my virginity to be worthy of my future wife? With the help of the hot married daddy from my ward, we pretty much blew those antiquated notions out of the water! What a load of horse shit! See! I'm even swearing! Just in my head so far; but it made me so hard last night, hearing that daddy curse. I'm definitely going to try it out when we meet up again. Damn! There are so many things I want to try. So if it wasn't guilt keeping me awake; what was the problem? I was horny again! My dick was raging!
I had been both exhausted and exhilarated as I climbed the stairs to my apartment last night. I hadn't come straight home. When I left Brother Benton's place, I was so sweaty and so revved up; I just drove around for a bit with the radio turned up and my window down. I was initially trying to cool down; but in all honesty, I wanted to stick my head out the window and howl! I had just had the best time of my life and I wanted to tell the world about it; even though I realize it's going to be my little secret for now. Is this how everyone feels when they finally get laid?
Back in the privacy of my room, my body ached; but in the best way possible. Remembering how he had slathered that handful of my cum and his saliva all down my crack before he took my ass cherry in his garage, I figured I should take a quick shower. I studied myself in my bathroom mirror. Did I look different? Would people be able to tell? I knew that inside of me, everything felt different. I'm not just making a joke about my stretched out rectum, either; though I'm sure I'll be feeling that change for a while. I knew that I should feel remorse. Isn't that the whole point of all those religious teachings? Instead, the future seemed brighter to me somehow. It was a sense of relief that I wasn't alone in the desires I feel; that there are others out there who were taught the same lessons, yet they have learned how to live their best lives.
It wasn't until I slipped off my levis that I noticed how wet they were in the back. I knew we'd made a mess; but when I pulled my briefs down, they were full of his cum that had leaked out of my hole. What should have grossed me out, had my boner standing at full attention. It sounds crazy, but I still didn't want to wash all his smell off of me. So I threw the jeans and underwear in the hamper; mopped up what I could with a washcloth; and then slipped my G's on to go to bed. Then as an afterthought, I grabbed some lotion to put on my butthole. It didn't really hurt that bad. It just ached, like it had been used hard.
Then lying in bed, my erection hard against my belly; I reached down and rubbed a finger around my hole to work the lotion in. It felt so good, I just let it slide in as far as it would go. I couldn't believe how relaxed and open my ass was. My finger doesn't begin to compare to the size of the cock that had been inside of me.
I must've drifted off at some point; because in a half-awake, half-dozing haze I was aware that I was jerking off. I was just coming out of a very realistic dream about meeting Brother Benton for the second time. Last night he said that next time he wanted me to fuck him. I felt dirty even thinking those words. But then as a test, lying alone in my bed, I got up the nerve to say the words out loud. "He wants me to fuck him. He wants me to shove the length of my uncut cock into his furry ginger hole; and fuck him until I blast my cum inside him." It still sounded funny coming from me; but breaking another commandment made my balls pull up tighter. I was stroking like a madman, already halfway to the finish line. When I did cum, it splattered across my garment top. It made me feel extra naughty and excited; playing with my hole and beating off with my G's just pushed out of the way.
I wake up again just before my alarm is set to go off. I'm still hard as a rock. I must have pulled my dick out of the fly of my mesh bottoms at some point. I flip the blanket down so I can see my cock; standing proud and drooling, surrounded by all that white. I think again of what he said about having me fuck him. I make a mental note to message him to ask if he has any one piece G's like my Dad used to wear. How hot would that be, fucking him through the rear flap in his garments. If not, I'm sure my Dad still has some. I'll bet I could sneak a pair out of his dresser. Is that evil? Stealthily borrow a pair of my own Dad's temple garments to enhance my first experience of penetrating a guy's butt; then wash them and slip them back into his underwear drawer. Dad would never know; but I would. Especially if I saw him wearing them again, somewhere down the line.
I'm not sure where the idea to fuck in the one piece garments came from. I think it might've been part of my dream; Brother Benton bending over for me; his dark, hairy ass exposed through the butt flap; and my hard young dick spearing into him. As hot as the fantasy was, an intrusive thought broke the spell. I immediately sat up in bed. My real Dad is covered in dark hair. The daddy last night is a redhead; well, red everywhere really.
What the heck? Was my dick hard imagining my new daddy's hairy ass, framed by his bright, white garments? Or was I dreaming about my flesh and blood Dad's ass? Oh my gosh! No flipping way! When the idea had come to me of fucking in the one piece G's, it was just because I've seen my Dad in his so many times. That was the only kind he wore when I was younger. In those years just before puberty hit, while I was praying for my body hair to grow in; I can still picture how furry my Dad's butt was. I remember following him up the stairs once when he was wearing just his garments; and how the flap would part with each upward step, giving me a quick glimpse of flesh and hair. Like most guys, my Dad mostly wears two piece G's these days.
My Dad is a good looking guy; but I never thought of him in a sexual way. Not consciously, at least. I admit I fantasize about older men; guys my Dad's age. But I never let my mind go there. Ewww! Not with my Dad! I'm overthinking all this! Surely everything is just getting jumbled up in my head.
I take my time in the shower. I don't want to jerk off again so soon; but I'm still hard just thinking about the fact that I'm no longer a virgin. Well, I've been fucked anyway; the first half of the equation. But I guess there is one more `virgin' barrier to break. Happily, I'm only scheduled to work until noon today. If I can keep my hardon under control, there will be plenty of time to rub one out later. After work, I don't have any commitments until my Chem class at six.
Before I head out the door for work, I open up the app to tell Brother Benton how perfect last night was for me. I don't want him thinking I have any regrets. I'm thrilled to see that I already have a message in my inbox from him, asking if I have any free time today. I'm excited to know he's thinking about me. I reply with my schedule before I rush out the door. Then driving to work, I start to get hard again. I'm glad I'm only working a half day.
Just before I get out of my car, I check the app one last time. He's read my message and it looks like he's still online.
-Morning Brother B
-Hey son. So, do you still want to fuck your Dad?
All those jumbled thoughts from this morning spin around in my head again. Fuck my Dad? Do I want to fuck my Dad? What the heck's wrong with me? He doesn't mean my real Dad. Of course he means him. And of course, the answer is yes.
-Yes sir. I beat off during the night thinking about it. About you. Are you sure you want me to?
-More than anything. Your message said you get off at noon today. Why don't you come over here and breed your daddy on your way home
-Really?! Are you sure? In your garage?
-My wife won't be around. I'll drive home for lunch. Just come to the front door.
-Oh my gosh. I'm gonna be hard all morning at work now thinking about it
-Do me a favor, son. Go into the restroom at work and send me a pic of your boner. No jerking off!
I hold my jacket in front of me as I make my way to the breakroom and clock in. I figure once I've sent the pic, I can tuck my hard-on up under the waistband of my jeans until it goes down. I make a beeline for the toilet. Rather than push my G's down, I just fish my dick through the fly. It honestly looks bigger than usual, just knowing someone really wants it. Am I finally going to fuck someone today? I send off the pic; then think to add my request.
-Do you have any one piece garments, daddy?
-That pic is awesome, son. Are you that hard thinking about me?
-Yes sir
-One piece, huh? So you have been thinking about this! You want to fuck your dad through that flap in the back, don't you?
-I just thought it would be sexy. Is that okay?
-More than okay, son. Now you've got your dad hard, too
The photo he sent in return stunned me. It looked even bigger than I remembered. How did he get all of that in me last night? The morning can't go by fast enough.
Thankfully, I've got a ton of work piled up when I get to my work station. I do okay until mid-morning; then I start replaying last night over and over in my head. I keep getting hung up on one thing, though. How did he know it was me? Right from the beginning he knew. It was before he turned the light on. I was wearing my mask. It was pitch dark. I hadn't said anything yet. But he had said, "Wear your garments next time, Brodie". I was dying to know what gave it away.
The butterflies in my stomach are back as I drive down his street and pull up to his house. My dick is throbbing. I remember worrying last night that I wouldn't get hard when I was supposed to. I'm not worried about that now. Not with this hairy daddy. Now I'm worried about coming too soon.
His suit jacket is off when he answers the door. I see it thrown over the back of the sofa. He still looks professional in his starched white shirt and tie. I'm looking at things in a new light today. The scoop neck of his G's is plainly visible through his shirt. I can make out the difference in color where his garments stop and his furry ginger chest appears above them.
He's just watching me. Touching himself through his expensive wool dress slacks and looking me over. There's a broad grin on his face and an evil glint in his eyes. As he continues to rub the growing bulge in his crotch, I mirror his actions. Last night my boner had been trapped in the briefs I'd worn. Now in my looser garments, my erection is pointing down my thigh. I grab it through my jeans, accenting the outline. Then he raises one hand and lightly brushes his nipple through his shirt. He is so darn sexy, but I don't think I can wait much longer.
"Is it okay to touch you, daddy? I like watching; but I want to touch you so bad."
He looks out the front window, then back down the hallway. Maybe deciding where we should go.
"I really don't have much time, Brodie; but when you said you had class tonight, I didn't want to wait. I really want to feel you inside me, son."
"I probably don't need much time. I'm worried about coming before I can get all the way inside you."
"You're going to do great, boy. Let's go back to the kitchen. No one can see in the windows there. I'm afraid if I close the shutters here in the living room it might look suspicious to the neighbors."
I know it's just a precaution, but it makes me aware of how much is at stake. It makes me wonder what I'd say if someone saw me leaving his house today. How would I explain being here? I forget all about that when, walking ahead of me down the hallway, he unbuckles his belt and lets his slacks slowly slide down to his knees; teasingly revealing his garment-covered, muscular ass. He stops at the large kitchen island. He reaches into his pocket for something before letting his pants fall to the floor and leaning his chest on the granite counter.
Oh my gosh! What a sight! With his garments almost down to his knees, and his dark gray dress socks pulled up over his calves; he is still exposing enough of his hairy, muscular legs to drive me crazy. He's wearing the one piece G's I requested. Even with him pushing back, the overlapping flap covers his butt. Plus his white shirt is hanging down over it.
I step up until I am right against him. When I roughly run my hand over his covered thighs, he moans for me. I push his shirt tail up onto his back. Grabbing a cheek with each hand I massage his ass. As I do, I start to get glimpses of his furry ginger butt through the opening. I remember how electrifying it had felt last night when he ran his fingers down my crack. I try to copy that move; using the lightest touch to trace the full length of it, from the hairy patch on his lower back all the way to his taint. He moans even louder as I rub my thumb over his hole. It feels so warm and tight. Tight enough that I'm surely going to need some lubrication.
Without really thinking, I drop down on one knee and rub my nose along his crack. He smells like soap mixed in with a little sweat and musk. I take a chance and tease him with the very tip of my tongue. He's growling above me, as he pushes his butt back against my face. I lean back a bit so I can observe him in the bright kitchen. This is so much better than the dimly lit garage. I gently slip my hands through the opening in his garments. Cupping a check in each palm, I pull the G's apart to reveal his hole amidst all that hair. When I mash my tongue over it, his legs start to tremble. Rimming is one of those things from porn that I wasn't too sure about. It always seems like the guy doing the licking and the guy getting licked; both really love it. It just seems so taboo. So I can never start out with rimming scenes when I'm jerking off, I have to work my way up to it. But when I'm close to nutting, the image of a guy licking a hole, especially a cum-covered one, will push me over the edge every time.
I know we don't have a lot of time. I try to copy what the porn guys do. I lick and work a finger in. I'm surprised how difficult it is to stop licking once I get started. I love the way his hair feels on my tongue. I could really get used to this. I wonder if I could get him to nut, just by digging my tongue in his hole. Someday when we have more time, I'm going to try it. I'll bet I could come just having him sit on my face. Pretty soon I slide in another finger. When I try to push in further, he quietly says my name as he nods to the counter beside him.
"Brodie, you're fucking amazing; but we need to hurry. Here, use some of this. Make it special, Elder."
I look at the granite counter next to him, then he chuckles when he hears me gasp. So that's what he pulled out of his pocket before he dropped his trousers and presented his ass for me to fuck. A small silver cylindrical vial. I know all too well what it is: consecrated oil that Mormon priesthood holders use to anoint someone before giving them a blessing. I'll probably go straight to hell for this; but the idea of using it anoint and lubricate his tight asshole has my cock so fucking hard! With a few drops of oil on my finger, I rub around the edge of his pucker and slowly sink in up to my knuckle. He moans even louder. I can feel him gripping my finger as he tenses up. I hurriedly unbutton my jeans and push them down my thighs. I maneuver my hard cock out of the fly of my G's. When I pull the foreskin back, the head is covered in precum. I rub in a little more oil on his hole; then several drops right on the tip of my dick.
"Can you hold your cheeks apart, daddy? I want to be able to see your hole open up for me!"
"Oh fuck yeah! How's that, son? I need you in there. Easy at first; but then you can go as hard as you want."
I can't begin to describe the feeling of slowly sinking into him for the first time. I've thought about this for so long. It is so much better than I'd ever dreamed it could be. It's so hot to see his hole expand and swallow me; but I know I'm going to blast right away if I keep watching. So once I'm all the way in, once I feel my pubes brushing his butt, I lean onto his back. As I reach under his shirt, I grab his pecs through his G's and hold him tight. I'm rewarded with more moans; then he turns his head to the side so I can just stretch out and kiss him. The kiss is too much. It is so intimate. He knows I've just been licking his hole; yet he's still eager to press his lips to mine. When he darts his tongue into my mouth, it pushes me over the edge. I lose all control. There's no way I can hold back. It's so fast, from the second I sense it in my balls, until I start firing volleys of cum deep inside him. As my cock pulses with each shot, he grips at me with the muscles in his ass. I'm still so damn hard. I know my dick; I know how turned on I am; and I know this is just the beginning. Afraid he's feeling disappointed, I reassure him that I'm not done yet.
"Don't worry; I'm just starting in on your hairy ass, daddy. Do you feel how hard I still am? There's no way it will go soft until I cum again. Are you going to let me breed you twice? You said if I started out slow, then I could go as hard as I want. Are you ready, daddy?"
"Fuck yes, boy! You're such a fucking stud! I'm not surprised that you're going to double-breed my hole on your first time out! You're a fucking natural! Go ahead, give me your worst, boy! Make it hurt! I can take it."
That's what I want to hear. He did hurt me last night; at first, anyway. But I never wanted him to stop. Having his cock inside of me was the hottest thing I've ever felt. Then when he unleashed his load and filled me up, I knew I was never going to be the same again.
When I pull all the way back, I look down to see my cock coated in cum. This is going to get messy! I just blasted such a huge load inside of him, I can feel it lubricating my way. Thinking back to how he had fucked me last night, I shove my cock in all the way; then start making short stabbing strokes into him. His moans are now a constant growl, urging me on. I lean back to watch again as I make long, rapid plunges. The nut from my first load is already frothing up around my dick. It's making the hottest squishing noise with each jab.
It's a good thing the rear flap opens up so wide. I am really making his hole a sloppy mess; but his garments are unscathed so far. My G's are another story. I still just have my dick poking out of the fly. The fabric around it is soaked with jizz. The sight of it makes me even harder. I decide that I am going to make it my goal to break in every pair of G's I own; baptize them all with cum. I know this daddy will surely let me breed him again. And there are bound to be others like him; other married daddies, other RMs, other Mormon guys my age who are willing to break some commandments.
The long strokes feel so freaking good now. I try to mix it up by pulling all the way out. I tease his hole with a few short pokes before ramming all the way in again. I'd love to keep fucking him all afternoon, but I know he has to get back to the office. He's groaning and pushing back against my thrusts. Since I already came once, I would love to make this last. It feels so damn good. I wish we weren't short on time; but I understand. So I reach around and grab his thick, throbbing cock.
"How am I doing, daddy? Ready for me to come inside you again? Give you my priesthood blessings? Will you cum with me while I fill you up?"
"Fuck, son! If you don't let go of my cock, I'll shoot in about thirty seconds! Go for it, you hot fucker! I can't believe you've never done this before! Your first time, and it's one of the best fucks I've ever had! Breed me, Brodie! Breed your dad!"
His praise might go to my head later; but for now all I can think about is unloading a boatload of jizz inside this hairy daddy's hole. Just as I'm about to cum; I feel his big cock swell in my hand and he begins shooting rope after rope of thick jizz. He plasters the kitchen island cabinet in front of us. With every spasm, his ass clamps down on me. I immediately let loose with my second round. I hold my pelvis tight against his butt, determined to shoot as deep inside him as possible.
"Damn, daddy! I'm loading you up again. You're milking it right out of me! Do you feel it?"
"Fuck yeah! Of course I feel it, stud! I haven't been railed like that in years. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"
"Just in my head. Every time I beat off I've imagined doing this. Almost as many times as I'd imagined what you did to me last night. I don't see why some guys just want to do one or the other, top or bottom. I want to do it all!"
As I'm talking, I can feel my softening cock slowly getting pushed out of his ass. I lean back so I can see it. He lets out a little grunt when I finally plop out. It looks unbelievable! His hole gapes open, allowing me to see a puddle of my cum just inside. Then he quickly tenses up the muscles in his ass.
"God damn it! Will you grab those paper towels over on the counter, son? I don't know how long I can keep all this cum inside me. I don't want it to drip down onto my slacks.
I fetch the towels like he asks; but when I turn back to him, something inside of me takes over. The sight of his puffy asshole all glazed with jizz looks like it's straight out of those favorite porno videos that always make me nut. Without even thinking, I drop back down to my knees and run my tongue around the edges of his hole. It isn't even registering in my mind that it's my own cum I'm lapping up. My tongue easily dips into his hole. His hole that was so tight when I licked it earlier.
It's not until more spunk starts to run out, that I snap out of my stupor. I hadn't even realized I was hard and stroking again. Just one more thing I want to try when we have no time constraints; devour my load out of him while I crank out a fresh load to feed him. There are so many things I want to explore.
Back in reality, I rip several towels off the roll and hold them up to his ass to staunch the flow. In my daze I hadn't even been paying attention to the growls and curses that were coming out of my sexy dilf. He brings his hand down to hold the paper towels in place as he moves away from the island.
"Fuck, boy! What the hell's gotten into you? I can't believe what a fucking pig you are! Fifteen hours ago you had never been with another dude. You were ready to slurp out both of the loads you just pumped into me, weren't you? You never cease to amaze me!"
"It's all because of you, daddy. I couldn't ask for a better teacher. I just can't get enough of you. Are you afraid I'm going to wear you out, old man?"
"Very funny. I'll gladly let you wear me out, son. Though I might have to introduce you to a few friends, since you don't know how to pace yourself. Now let's get cleaned up. How's the damage back there? Am I going to need to change clothes?"
"It doesn't look like it. Where's a washcloth? I'll clean you up. Sorry to make you late getting back to work."
"No apologies, son! Not after a performance like that. Here I thought I was going to need to cautiously show you the ropes, boy. Break you in slow. But it's just like last night, you're always a step ahead of me. It takes some men a lifetime to overcome the repression that is drummed into them. You hit the ground running! You're a special young man, Brodie!"
"It seems weird to call you Brother Benton, after what we just did; but it's kind of sexy, too. Or do you prefer I call you daddy?"
"All of the above, son. Maybe next time I fuck you, I'll tell you my secret temple name. Just to hear you scream it out while I breed your young ass!"
"Hmmm. My daddy is naughty! And so fucking sexy! How did that sound? When I swear, do I still sound like I'm trying too hard?"
"Nope. Very believable! You learn fast! I think I might need to introduce you to a few other commandment-breaking guys; further your education. Do you think you're ready?"
"Ready, but nervous. You're talking about dudes from our ward, right?"
"A few are. We all tend to be careful at first; but I'll let them know they can trust you. They all have a lot to lose; but you understand that."
"Of course! I'm kinda curious though. How did you know it was me last night? You knew already. You said my name."
"Uh, you'd figured out who I was, too. Hadn't you?"
"That's different. I've been watching you since I got home. Noticing the way you stand and the way you move. Plus, your black wedding band is pretty unique; and I could see the very bottom of your red beard. Then when you sent the picture with your boner trapped in your G's, I was pretty sure. But I had your address before I came over. You didn't have any of those clues."
"Brodie, it goes back to what I was saying about the guys I'd like you to meet. I can't really tell you how I knew without implicating one of them. Maybe I should talk to him first; make sure it's okay."
"I don't know. It doesn't add up. I'll trust you, though. It's just that I've never talked about this side of me to anyone before you. I certainly haven't sent anyone a picture. I cropped out my face. No jewelry."
"Come in the living room and sit down son. I'll see if i can explain."
"Flip! You're late for work, Brother B! I forgot all about it."
"It's okay. This won't take long. So do you have any idea who else I might be talking about in the ward? Any guesses?"
"Well, not really. I'd like to see under the Bishop's suit since he started doing crossfit; but I can't picture him being into this."
"Good observation. He is fucking hot! But I think you're right. I guess what I'm trying to get at, and what is important to the other guys; is that we're not trying to judge one another. Does that make sense? We all have a common desire; one our wives and families probably wouldn't understand. But since we're all in the same boat, we understand each other. We don't judge each other. And even if one of us, God forbid, were to cave in and confess their transgressions; we would never turn on each other or rat anyone out. Sometimes in the church, members tend to look down on someone for their perceived failings, even though none of us are perfect."
"I totally understand. To be honest, I'm kind of pushing gospel stuff to the back of my mind for now. I see the dangers you're talking about, though. To me, what consenting adults agree to is none of anyone else's business."
"I'm glad to hear you say that, son. Listen, I told you I've been watching you since you returned from your mission. Even so, I didn't know it was you on the app right away. When you sent that first pic of your torso, my first thought was, 'I'll bet Brodie looks like that with his shirt off!' I even thought how hot it would be to hook up with the kid and pretend he was you. But it wasn't until you sent the second set of pics. Something clicked in my mind; but it took me a while to figure it out. I need you to promise you're not going to freak out on me, Brodie. We're all adults. Live and let live."
"I promise I won't freak out! Those were the pics in my sweaty compression shorts? Had you seen me out running?"
"Damn, those were hot pics! But it wasn't your workout clothes that gave it away, son. It took me a while. Then I realized I recognized that bathroom. In fact, I knew that room very well."
"Huh? Oh yeah, my shower was getting fixed that day. I took those in my Dad's bathroom in the master suite."
"I know, son. I know."
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