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Latter Day DILF Chapter Five
Previously in Chapter Four:
When I open the door, it's a crush from my teen years, Brother Wade Packer. He's a close friend of the family and has lived in the ward my whole life. You'd never guess by looking at him that he'd have kids my age; but his son Troy and I grew up together. I've had the hots for him since long before I met Brother Benton.
"Hey! Good to see you, Brother Packer! What can I do for you?"
He looks me in the eyes.
"I seek a son of Helaman."
"No fucking way!"
"Brodie!"
"I'm so sorry, Brother Packer. It's just that you're the first one to use one of those secret phrases on me."
"Nah! I'm just fucking with you. You can talk as dirty as you want; but you can drop the Brother Packer crap. Might as well call me Wade, son; cause I'm here to drop a three day load up your ass!"
By the time he's finished talking, his garments and gray athletic shorts are down to his thighs; and he's closed the distance between us to shove his hand down the back of my sweats. His finger digs aggressively at my hole; and he leans in to kiss me. I take his thick cock in my hand and give it a stroke. I reluctantly interrupt the kiss to bend down and take his dick into my mouth. I figure I better get it wet, because I keep forgetting to buy lube.
"Fuck yeah, son! Looks like we've got a hungry cocksucker on our hands. But just so you know, I'm not gonna settle for a blow job. I need to breed after the morning I've had."
He's not getting any complaints from me. I push my sweats and g's down and bend over my desk. I hear him spit; then feel it running down my crack. He shoves two fingers in me this time, before he offers me his proposition.
"Since you're sworn to secrecy, I would fucking love it if want to plug my ass, too. You'd have to go first, though."
"Oh hell yes! I've fantasized about you for years, Wade."
We hurriedly change places. I'm just about to warn him that I don't have any lube, when my finger slides all the way in to the last knuckle. My cock throbs as I pull my finger out just far enough to confirm my suspicions.
"Oh fuck, Brother Packer! You already took a load this morning? That is so fucking hot!"
"I thought you'd like that. I cleaned out good beforehand, if you want to have a taste."
On my knees, I pull his cheeks apart. His hole is still slightly red and swollen. Just then a pearl of cum appears and clings to the lips of his ass.
"Holy fuck! Who was it?"
"Just taste it, son. Lick up that spunk and then pound your own load into me. Then after I'm finished breeding your hairy cunt, I'll take ya to breakfast and we can catch up!"
I'm getting a kick out of the fact that our waitress at breakfast used to be my den mother when I was a kid. That was probably back in fifth grade, when my childhood buddy Troy and I were Webelos in Cub Scouts. She would have a heart attack if she had seen what the innocent young boy she taught all those years ago; had been doing less than twenty minutes ago with Troy's dad, Wade. Still relishing the afterglow from our wild romp, Wade and I are all smiles as Sister Palmer jokes with us and takes our orders.
Can you imagine her reaction if she knew Wade just pumped a three-day load of his swimmers deep in my guts this morning? Even more alarming than that, Wade, or Brother Packer as she greeted him when we came in, has two loads of cum up his own ass. I'm proud to say that the most recent deposit was mine; and I'm sure it was one of the biggest loads my balls have ever cranked out. You'd shoot big too, if you found out the the pre-loaded hole you were fucking was actually slicked up with your own dad's sperm.
What in the hell have I gotten myself into?
It was a surprise when Brother Packer showed up at my apartment door this morning. It was an even bigger surprise when he announced:
"I seek a son of Helaman!"
It was one of the `sacred' pass phrases that President Lyman had told me to expect when I was anointed and set apart for my new calling. When a righteous priesthood holder identifies himself with one of the phrases, I am required to submit and satisfy their needs to the best of my ability. Hearing those words come from Brother Packer's mouth sent chills up my spine. You know, like the Holy Ghost. But better.
When he confessed he had already taken a raw dick before coming to my apartment, he then convinced me to actually taste the cum leaking out of his hole. It seemed so fucking hot, so forbidden. I couldn't believe how hard it made me. When I rubbed the head of my cock over his hole, more cum began to ooze out; then I effortlessly glided in up to my balls. Feeling how wet he was inside, I knew I wasn't going to last long. But then as I was fucking him, he started to drop hints about the identity of the first breeder. As soon as it dawned on me whose DNA was marinating in his ass, and on my tongue; I went off like a fountain.
A few days earlier, Brother Benton had alluded to my Dad's down-low adventures. I hadn't pushed for details then. But as I was balls deep in Wade this morning, he helped me piece things together. I had seen my dad take off on his customary morning run minutes before my childhood friend's dad knocked on my door. Wade's hole was still puffy and dripping when he arrived. It turns out, for the past six months my Dad has been stretching out Wade's hairy hole and blasting his spunk as deep as he can, one morning a week. It's always the morning Mom goes to work early; and just before Dad goes running. So far, it is usually a one-way deal, with my Dad on top and Wade getting railed. Wade informed me that even though they are both versatile, Dad prefers to top- and he's apparently damn good at it- so it's just the routine they've fallen into.
I can vouch for the fact that Wade still likes to take charge and breed a furry hole sometimes. Immediately after I added my load to the one Dad had just planted in him, Wade quickly switched gears and fucked the hell out of me. He started with me bent over my desk. Then he shoved me against the wall with one of my arms pinned behind me. To finish, I was on my back on the floor when he delivered his three day load. At that point, I was bent in half with my legs over his shoulders and my ass in the air.
The breakfast crowd was thinning out when we arrived at the diner. By the time den-mother Betty brought out our food, the booths around us were empty. Since there wasn't anyone close by to overhear us, Wade figured we could talk freely if we kept our voices down.
"I'm glad to be the first high priest to help you fulfill your new calling, Brodie. I've had my eye on you for a while now. I didn't know if you'd be up for it, of course; but I had my hopes."
"Damn! I didn't know that you were watching me. I was definitely up for it; especially with you. Honestly, since they anointed me and set me apart the other night, I've been worried about hearing one of those Book of Mormon phrases coming from the lips of some guy who grosses me out. I'm glad it was you staking a claim on my ass! You know, you are one of the first men I ever had naughty thoughts about."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah! I was still too young to understand what I was feeling. I was just hitting puberty. I remember we were having a sleepover in your basement. Troy had invited me and a few other friends over. At about two o'clock in the morning, we were horsing around and didn't realize how much noise we were making. You had crawled out of bed and came downstairs to tell us to shut up and go to sleep. You were still half asleep and all you had on were your garments. I still remember how stunned I was when I saw you. Your g's were those thin nylon ones; and they were doing nothing to hide your fat grown-up cock with your dark pubes clearly visible through the fabric. I thought I was the only one staring at it; but when you went back upstairs, our buddy Wayne said, "Troy, did your dad have a boner just now? Or is his dick always that big".
"No kidding? You still remember that from all those years ago? That's good for my ego; hearing I made such an impression on you. Of course knowing what we know now, I'm not surprised that you and Wayne were both checking me out. Speaking of Wayne, I heard that he and Lorene are moving back to town soon. I'm definitely looking forward to that!"
"So you know about Wayne? Fuck, he's hot! Have you two ever..."
"Not yet! But I've heard how insatiable he can be. He was such a good looking jock when you boys were in high school; and they tell me he's looking better than ever. I can't wait to get acquainted with him."
My breakfast was getting cold. I took a big mouthful and tried to come up with the best way to ask Brother Packer about him and my dad. I wasn't sure if I was ready for all the details. It was driving me crazy though. Looking across the table at the handsome man who used to be my deacons quorum adviser, I had to clench my butt cheeks to keep his cum from leaking out. That must've been one hell of a load he squirted in me.
"So, can I ask you about Dad? I'm having some trouble wrapping my mind around all that."."
"That's understandable; but your father is a great guy, Brodie. He's not going to judge you."
"How much does he know about me? Did the two of you plan this morning? Did he know I was going to lick his sperm off of your ass?"
"Woah, buddy! It's not like that, not at all. If you want the truth, we don't really chat when we meet up for sex. Any other time we're together, we tell each other everything; he's one of my oldest friends. But once a week I drive over to your house, knowing I'm going to push down my g's the minute I walk in the door and take his big dick up my ass. No chit chat or pleasantries. It's our unspoken agreement that nothing is too raunchy or out of bounds. Our DL mornings are the only time I hear your dad swear. I'm still surprised by some of the words out of his mouth. Those mornings are all about sex, Brodie. It's our time to let it all out and breed like animals."
"I guess I need to talk to him. How would you react if you were my dad? For instance, what would you do if it was Troy that was into fucking around with dudes? Do you think that you'd be okay with it?"
It takes him way too long to answer. He's looking out the window, thinking over his response. Then it hits me!
"Oh my gosh! Troy too? Is Troy one of us?"
At first he just nods his head, grinning as he does. He's still hesitant to put it in words, though. Troy's getting married in a few weeks. I make a mental note to give him a call.
"Maybe this will sound weird after how open I've been with you about everything else; but I don't feel right going into detail. I just think it's something for you and Troy to talk about, when he's ready. If you hadn't figured it out, I would never have brought it up. Well, it's kind of like the situation with you and your dad. Believe me Brodie, your father had no idea I was coming to see you this morning. I waited by my car until he'd jogged around the corner before I came upstairs. Though I did have it all planned out in my mind. In fact when I talked to President Lyman yesterday, I was telling him how hot it would be to knock on your door, knowing I would have your father's semen in me already. President Lyman told me the very idea sounded `wicked', but he laughed as he said it."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that you taught us in priesthood meeting that `wickedness never was happiness'! Remember that?"
"That is funny, son. You came up with that quick. And I'm going to answer that with another question. These last few days, with everything you've experienced, how's your happiness level, Brother Smith?"
I didn't even have to think about it.
"Through the roof, Brother Packer! Through the fuckin' roof!"
The breakfast chat was a big deal for me. With all that's been happening, I'm relieved to know I have someone I can talk to. I have so many questions. For starters, as he was driving me back home he told me how the sex had started between him and my dad. They had been close friends for years. Then one night dad was supposed to go home teaching, but his companion called and canceled. Wanting to complete his assignment before the end of the month, he called Brother Packer and asked if he'd help him out and go with him. After they had finished visiting their families, they were sitting in the car chatting when their conversation took a serious turn.
That night my dad told Brother P that he was feeling conflicted. Initially he was vague, but admitted he was having trouble obeying some of the commandments. He was having urges that were getting increasingly harder to ignore. Since they're about the same age, he asked Wade if he ever felt like that. He was worried it might be some kind of mid-life crisis. Now Brother P had been watching Dad for a while. He'd noticed the way he stealthily looked at other guys in the ward; so he had a good idea what he was getting at. He had been fighting the same impulses; but he was a step ahead of dad when it came to acting on them.
Back when he was going to college at BYU, Brother Packer had fooled around with one of his roommates for a semester. It never went further than making out, beating off and blowing each other, but they did experiment every chance they got. When the roommate transferred to another school, Brother P was too scared to approach someone else and risk being outed. Instead he tried to put it behind him; but the desire was always there beneath the surface.
Even after he got married and started a family, he couldn't stop looking at other guys and wondering. Sometimes he would catch them checking him out, too. So he knew there were other guys in the same boat; some of them active in the church like him. A few months before the heart to heart talk with dad, he had actually started fooling around with another married dad. The other guy was also LDS; they'd seen each other at Stake functions. The law firm the guy worked for was in the same building as Brother P's office.
In the beginning, they just started chatting and getting to know each other; but Brother Packer had seen `the looks'. Eventually they opened up to each other and talked about the feelings they were experiencing. It felt good to confide in a buddy; but they were both understandably cautious about going any further. Then one Saturday morning, Brother Packer went into his office to catch up on things while the office was deserted. He noticed his new buddy's car was the only other vehicle in the parking lot. He told himself he'd just poke his head in the door and say hello; though in the back of his mind, he hoped this might be his chance. Then with the whole building to themselves, it just happened.
Within five minutes, the two of them were kissing and grabbing at each other. Brother P told him he was going to duck into the bathroom and take off his garments before they went any further. His new friend pleaded with him to leave them on. They talked about condoms; but his friend insisted he had never been with anyone but his wife. He confided that his fantasy was to have another priesthood holder fuck him and plant his seed in him. For him, the g's and the raw breeding were the biggest part of his fantasy. So Brother Packer's first time fucking another man was a wild bareback breeding on the conference table of a tony law firm.
It was more subdued; but just as exciting that first night with Wade and my dad. With their home teaching done, and the car parked on a dark, deserted side street, they both agreed to try sucking each other. Brother P started first; working dad's hard cock over the waistband of his garments and showing him how good another man could make him feel. He didn't finish him off though. Not yet. He was afraid that after dad nutted, he wouldn't be willing to reciprocate. So he stopped what he was doing, and made dad try blowing him. He told me he got so worked up watching his married buddy from the Ward hungrily wrap his lips around his cock, that he only lasted a few minutes. Before he could warn him, he went past the point of no return and unloaded in my dad's mouth. Brother P didn't even mind when dad hurriedly opened the car door to spit the mouthful of cum out onto the sidewalk. He figured Dad had tried enough new things for one night. So then Wade, my old deacon's quorum adviser, worked his magic on dad's thick cock. Dad didn't last long either; but Brother P made it clear to me, when it was his turn, he swallowed.
After that, they started getting together whenever they could, meeting in the apartment over my folks garage that Dad had been fixing up for my return. I feel kind of bad that as my homecoming from my mission approached; they had to figure out another place to experiment. That's when they decided to take advantage of the one morning a week when Mom wouldn't be home. So this morning, when Brother P and I flip-flopped and knocked each other up in my apartment, it was a familiar space for him. On the other hand, for me it means that every time I look at my bed now, I'm going to picture Dad and Brother Wade Packer rutting like wild animals.
With the day off work, I force myself to tackle my homework after Brother P drops me off. It's hard to stay focused on my chemistry assignment. Each time my mind wanders, my cock chubs up again. Just before noon, my phone rings. When I look at the screen and see the call is coming from the most recent number I've added to my contacts, I get that tingle up my spine again. It's big-dicked President Lyman, asking me if I'm available. He says he has a couple of friends he'd like me to meet. I'm surprised when he gives me a room number at the nicest hotel in town.
My mind is racing as the elevator ascends. I had quickly showered; then wished I had thought to ask if I should be dressed up. President Lyman didn't seem to have a problem the other night when I was in jeans, while he and Bishop Steale were in suits and ties. Hell, they didn't mind when I was naked and they were in suits and ties. So I decided on something in between. At least this time, I was careful to put on my newest pair of G's; hoping to make up for the ratty ones I was wearing the last time President Lyman stripped me down. Now in the button-down shirt and dressy pair of slacks I'm wearing, my reflection in the polished elevator door looks presentable. If you look closely, my hard-on is fairly noticeable in my slacks. I cockily think, `yup, I'd fuck me', before undoing one more button on my shirt. Thinking back to the way the aging President had fucked me in Bishop Steale's office, my boner is raging by the time the door to the hotel suite swings open. I hope I don't look too slutty.
Framed in the doorway is an incredibly handsome, older Latino gentleman who takes a brief glance at my crotch and smiles before welcoming me in. I can't see anyone else in the room. He closes the door and looks me up and down, before extending his hand. He must be in his mid-fifties, though the only wrinkles on his round face are at the corners of his eyes; his black hair is just starting to gray at the temples. Even though he is clean shaven; the thickness of his beard is evident under his caramel colored complexion. He's wearing an expensively tailored, dark blue suit. I can just make out the `smile' created by his garment neckline through his crisp, white shirt. There is a hint of a Texas accent when he greets me.
"Welcome, Brother Smith. I'm Brother Resendez. It's kind of you to come on such short notice."
I do my best to stay composed as he goes in for the two-handed shake. Fuck, is he good looking! And up close, he smells amazing. I can't help thinking that I've hit the jackpot here.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm always happy to answer President Lyman's call."
He raises one hand and intimately runs his fingertips along the side of my face. He smiles even wider and there's a gleam in his eye.
"Oh yes, President Lyman was explaining your unique calling. You should be very proud. I understand that very few are chosen. Though I can see why he selected you. I hope you're not disappointed to find an old man behind the door."
"Not at all, sir. I don't want to overstep my bounds; but I'm especially grateful for my calling after seeing you. You're such a handsome man. I feel blessed to be invited to spend some time with you."
"Thank you, son; but you can stop being so polite and careful with your words. Don't talk to me like I'm your grandpa. I'd rather hear the sinful thoughts in your head. You're here because I saw a picture taken during your anointing ceremony. Does that surprise you? Don't worry. President Lyman is very discreet. Son, you're here to take my Priesthood up your ass! I know Arnie doesn't like `coarse language' but while he's occupied in the bedroom he can't hear us, can he? Now help me get undressed. I can't wait to feel those soft lips of yours around my fat cock!"
Oh fuck yeah! A definite jackpot. It's probably bad that I don't even know President Lyman's given name; I just assume he's the Arnie in question. My sexy Texas daddy had that twinkle in his eye as he mocked the no-coarse-language speech he must have heard Arnie deliver before. I didn't even notice there was no bed in here until he mentioned Arnie being in the bedroom. I've never stayed in a hotel suite like this. On the phone, President Lyman said he had a couple of friends for me to meet. Does that mean he's in there with the other one!
With one big hand on my butt and the other on the back of my neck, Brother Resendez steers me toward a plush sectional sofa. Through the floor to ceiling windows, the view looks out over the city. I hold his suit coat so he can pull his arms free. Then I move in front of him and start loosening his tie. He watches my face as I undress him. Once I have his shirt unbuttoned, he pulls my face to his chest. His cologne isn't overpowering, but he smells so damn good. I start to lightly bite at a nipple through the mark on his garments until he tugs down on the scoop neck just enough to give me unobstructed access.
"Don't be afraid to bite, Brother Smith. Look how hard my tits get when a handsome young Elder shows his respect. I'll tell you if you go too far."
With that he delivers a stinging slap to my ass, then uses that hand to pull our crotches together. I groan when I feel his hand on my ass.
"The same goes for you, son. Do you mind if I call you Brodie? If I'm too rough, let me know. I tend to get carried away. I don't want to hurt you; but I want you to feel like you've been fucked when you leave here."
"Brodie is fine, sir. You can call me whatever you want. I'm still pretty new to all this; but I'm finding I really like it when things are rough and intense. I'm here to serve, sir."
"You are a real find, Brodie. I like that you're just starting out. You still look so innocent. Arnie tells me you're horny and eager to please your daddies. He told me your cunt is magnificent, too; though he obviously didn't say cunt. Why don't you call me Miguel for now? But once I'm fucking that tight little ass of yours, if I hear you call me Daddy or Papi, I promise to shoot twice as much cum inside you."
I can feel both of our cocks throbbing. He reaches between us, unfastens my belt and undoes the top button of my slacks; allowing him to force his hand down the back of my g's until he reaches my hole. He wasn't kidding. There's an amazing contrast between the smoothness of his hands and the rough way he uses them. He forces a finger in me. When I moan, he covers my mouth with his. He's aggressive in the way he kisses, too. He has his free hand on the back of my head, controlling me. Then he lets the finger on the other hand slip free of my hole as he pushes me to my knees.
He waits for me to hurriedly unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers, before mashing my face into the bulging crotch of his garments. Even though he isn't totally hard yet, the mesh pouch can barely contain him. His g's are wet with my saliva before he pushes them just below his balls. He uses that hand on my head to keep me just out of tongue's reach, allowing me to see what I'll be worshiping.
After how packed his garment bottoms felt, I'm surprised to see he's not even fully hard yet His cock is fat and heavy. The thickness of his foreskin makes it appear even fatter. I just see a glimpse of the head, shiny and wet with precum. I realize I'm straining to get closer, when I hear him chuckle above me and relax his grip so I can make contact with my outstretched tongue. I lick the slick head and slip my tongue under his foreskin. I'm rewarded with his laughter.
"There you go, Brodie! What a hungry boy! Is that what you wanted? Open wide, son! I love feeling my prick grow in your mouth. Show your daddy what a good cocksucker you are!"
Letting his temple garments slide further down his legs, he holds my head tight; pulling me with him as he falls back to sit on the sofa. He's impressively hard in seconds. When I feel the head of his cock in the back of my throat, he takes control. Still holding the back of my head, he pushes up with his hips until my nose is buried in his dense black hair. I try to relax my throat. He's able to make several thrusts before I gag and begin to cough. I pull away, gasping. He lightly slaps the side of my face as I draw in a deep breath, and then I dive back down on it. I'm determined to show him my willingness to serve him. While I work his cock, I'm fumbling with my slacks, trying to free my aching boner; but he kicks my hand away.
"What a sweet fucking mouth, Elder! I fucking loved that you jumped right back on it. Your dick can wait for now, though. I'll allow you to take care of yourself in a few minutes while you ride me. I would fucking love to feel your ass muscles squeezing my fat cock as you orgasm. But you can wait. Don't even think about cumming before I give you permission.!"
With that, his hands are on my head again, gripping my hair this time, as he shoves his cock back down my throat. I'm focusing on taking care of him, when I hear the first noises from the other room. At first it's the sound of someone choking and gagging, just like I had done. That makes me wonder if they could hear us, too. I can't make out any words; but I start to hear lots of moans and growling. As Miguel's cock gets harder, I can't get him as far into my throat. He seems to be okay with it. He continues to hold my head so he can fuck himself into my mouth. It's a fucking turn on to hear the sexy noises coming from the bedroom get louder. After forcing me all the way down until I gag again, Brother Resendez pushes my head away and gets to his feet. Kicking of his shoes and tossing his suit trousers over the back of the sofa, he laughs as he strokes his slicked-up cock.
"Get the rest of your clothes off, son. It sounds like someone's getting hurt in there, doesn't it? But then, you've been on the receiving end of that beast Arnie's packing around in his holy garments! That man could make the toughest of men weep. From what I'm hearing, my travelling companion seems to be making the most of it. You can leave your garment top on; but you'll need to slip off your bottoms if you're going to straddle me. I know my boy has some spare one-piece in his luggage that would fit you. For now though, I just want to get in your cunt! Since it's been specially ordained, it would be a sin not to sample it."
He laughs again at his own joke as he guides me to the large window. Directing me to brace myself against the glass with both hands, I feel a drizzle of cool lube down my ass crack. This close to the glass, it's like leaning on a mirror. He looks at my eyes in the reflection as he uses two fingers to push the lube deeper. It's incredibly erotic watching him lean in to bite at my neck as he stretches my hole. With a stockinged foot, he nudges my leg over, until my widened stance has my ass at the right height. Then, lining up the wide head of his cock with my waiting hole, he recites from the fifty-seventh chapter of Alma as he forces his way in; not stopping until I feel his balls tap mine.
"Yea, and they did obey and observe to perform every word of command with exactness."
Without giving my ass time to adjust, he starts fucking with long hard strokes that knock the wind out of me. I catch a glimpse of movement in the window reflection. I look over to see a man watching us. The bedroom door is open now and he is leaning against the jamb. If I wasn't in the process of getting royally fucked, this is someone I'd like to get a closer look at. I would guess that he is in his thirties. He is so fucking hot. It looks like he just got out of the shower. I assume he is one of the men I heard earlier. He's pulled his one piece g's up to his waist; but the top is draped around his waist as he towels off his head and upper body. He smiles at me when he sees me watching him. Looking at Brother Resendez in the window, I don't think he's aware we're being observed. It becomes apparent when he tries to talk, even though he's short of breath.
"I almost forgot to quote the fucking Book of Mormon verse. President Lyman wouldn't like that, would he? You realize you're not supposed to be spreading your cheeks until you hear the password, right Elder? How does that big cock feel inside of you?"
"Did you know there's someone else here, Miguel?"
I just wanted to warn him in case President Lyman was listening, too. He looked over toward the bedroom and smiled. He slowed down the pace of the fucking, but didn't stop.
"It's okay. He does love to watch. Lehi, come over and meet our new friend. He's got an ass like you wouldn't believe!"
Up close, he is even hotter. I'm assuming he is also Latino, but a lighter complexion than Miguel. Still the contrast of his skin tone and the stark white of his g's is very sexy. As he reaches us, he starts to insert his arm so he can pull his garments the rest of the way on. Miguel puts out his hand and stops him, though. Then my new friend, Lehi (really?) takes my head in both hands and gives me the steamiest kiss hello you can imagine. When it's over, he gives Miguel a peck on the cheek.
"Fuck! He's a good kisser, isn't he babe. He's cute, too. I know you well enough. I don't even need to ask how his ass is; I can tell by the expression on your face. What was your deal with my g's? You want me to take them off?"
"No. You just looked like a fucking stud with them half-on like that. How did it go with Arnie? Did you behave yourself?"
"That man is full of surprises. The pictures don't begin to do justice to that cock. The sex was unbelievable! And I only got reprimanded for swearing once. The coast is clear for a while though. He has to return some phone calls before he gets in the shower. I want to hear you say dirty things while you breed this sexy little fucker."
I started to laugh. Partly because I remember how pissed President Lyman got with me when I cursed. But mainly because these two sexy fuckers are so comfortable, nonchalantly chatting while one of them is balls deep inside a stranger. Lehi shut me up by making out with me again. Then I feel Miguel carefully pull out of my ass. Maybe it's because I'm still trying to figure out things with my own dad; but I find myself wondering if these two could be related. They look very similar and the age gap is right. Earlier he referred to him as his traveling companion; though I think at one point he said, my boy.
"Did we lose you, Brodie? Over here, son. Did you forget you were going to ride me? And I'm still waiting for you to call me Daddy."
Miguel is all smiles as he lies back on the chaise end of the sectional. He props a pillow behind his head as I climb on facing him. I lift up, eager to sit on that fat cock. I feel a cool slick hand work more lube into my ass. Lehi is on his knees behind me. He takes over and guides Miguel's cock to my waiting hole. Lehi hold my hips and helps me maintain a steady, bouncing rhythm as I fuck myself. Then he is at my side, kissing me while he plays with the patch of hair in the center of Miguel's chest. My own dick is aching. I remember what I was told about cumming before I had permission. Then Miguel grips my hips tight, holding them in place so I don't control the movement. He scoots down just a bit, then holding me steady he begins to really thrust with his hips. He's hitting those place inside me like President Lyman did the other night. It feels so fucking good. I just blurt out,
"Fuck yeah! Fuck me, Daddy. It's fucking amazing!"
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, his thrusts slowed down and I felt Lehi behind me tugging on my balls. Miguel smiled at the stunned reaction on my face and nodded his head toward the window. In the reflection, I can see the younger stud crouching down on the floor. He has his body twisted, allowing him to lick around my hole; then he holds his tongue against the older man's cock as it slides in and out of me. His saliva is adding lubrication, but it's the feeling of his tongue rimming around my ass as I get fucked that pushes me close to the edge.
"Fuck, Daddy. He's eating my ass. He's eating me out as you fuck me! Can I cum yet?"
"I'm almost there, son. Look at the reflection again. My boy knows how to make me blast!"
I don't know what 'my boy' means! I don't have time for that now. I look over to see Miguel continue to slowly thrust into me. Then Lehi grips the older man's cock at its base. The next time Miguel strokes outward, Lehi pulls the cock free of my ass and aggressively sucks it all the way into his mouth before hurriedly spitting it out and guiding it back inside me. Miguel starts to growl. Lehi repeats the sloppy ass to mouth blowjob. Just watching it, I know I'm going to explode any second. When Lehi does it again for the third time, I see Miguel's cum start to jet out of the end of his cock before Lehi rapidly sinks it back into me to finish unloading. I was so stunned watching the show, I'm surprised when I look down and see my own jizz has already splattered over my daddy's belly, with the final few spurts still oozing down my shaft. After we all catch our breath, Lehi gives me a kiss.
"Are you okay? I hear this is all new to you. You did good, stud! Did I hear him call you Brodie?"
"Thanks, man. Yup, I'm Brodie; and you're Lehi?"
"Grrr. Just call me Lee please. Papi's the only one who uses my full name; and he only does it to tease me.
"It's none of my business, but he referred to you as son earlier."
"Yeah. I heard him call you son, too. It's okay. I know what you're getting at. Honestly, he's been better to me than my real dad ever was. I have a feeling we're going to be seeing more of you, sexy; and I trust you. We're careful talking about our situation publicly; but Miguel is my husband. We got married several years ago while we were on vacation. The Church still doesn't know. He has a pretty important calling and we're seeing how long we can play things out."
"That actually makes me happy, hearing that you two are married. It gives me hope. Not to mention, you two make a fucking sexy couple! I hope we can get together again sometime."
I thought the sex was over for now; so I was thrilled to have Miguel chime in.
"You fulfilled your calling flawlessly, young man. We'll definitely keep in touch. But for now, do you see how hard my hubby is in his g's? How is that hairy ass of yours feeling? Lee is a great top, but he doesn't get many chances to prove it. I'd love to feel your mouth on me again. Will you finish cleaning me up while my sexy boy takes a ride? It's your sacred duty, son. Let's send you home with two holy priesthood loads!"
I don't need to be told twice. I eagerly get in position as Lehi kneels behind me. I lean in to swirl my tongue around Miguel's foreskin when I notice President Lyman is watching us from across the room. I'm not sure how long he's been listening. It looks like he's freshly showered. Wearing only the bottoms of his cotton g's, his huge dick is clearly hard. If I hadn't seen it uncovered before, I wouldn't believe it was real. Could he really be up for round two at his age? His grin looks surprisingly evil.
"It looks like I timed that just right. Hopefully you three were able to get the swearing out of your systems by now. Rather than send you home with two holy priesthood loads, Elder; let's see if we can't manage three."
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