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Latter Day DILF Chapter Eight
I really push myself jogging the last mile back to my apartment. I have less than half a block to go when I see Dad's car backing out of his driveway on his way to work. Last night, after my own flesh-and-blood father finished draining his balls in me, he made a pretty quick exit. But on his way out the door he had paused to make sure I was okay with everything that had happened. We agreed we'd get together and talk things through the next day.
So now I smile and wave as his car approaches. He waves back before pulling over and lowering his window. I can see him watching my face, anxious to see how I'm going to react. He really doesn't need to worry. I have no regrets about what happened between us last night.
"Heading in early, Pops?"
"I have an appointment with the Stake President before I go to the office. You must've got an early start, son. How are you feeling this morning?"
There isn't anyone within earshot, but I still lean in close and lower my voice. So far, I've spent the morning selfishly obsessing about everything that happened last night as it relates to me. I haven't even been considering what he must be going through.
"Dad, I don't want you worrying about me. Honestly, I'm good. I had a great time last night, if you couldn't tell!"
"It looks like you've had fun this morning, too. You should probably throw those shorts in the laundry when you get home, son."
I look down to see my half-chubbed cock plainly visible through my flimsy, wet running shorts. I reach behind me to feel the back. Without any underwear, the huge cum load from my new cop friend is leaking out. The big wet blotch goes all the way around, starting at my butt and going right up under my balls. I can even see a slimy trail of his jizz on my thigh.
"That can't still be my cum from last night, can it, son? It was an epic load, but come on!"
"I better get inside, Dad. I'll tell you all about it when you get home."
"Oh, about tonight, your Mom has a baby shower to go to. What do you say the two of us go out to dinner? Just us men? It'll give us a chance to talk."
"That sounds awesome, Dad. Are you buying?"
"Don't I always? Now go get changed, son!"
"Yes, Sir! By the way, when you see President Lyman this morning, tell him Brodie says hi!"
He looks puzzled as he drives off. Maybe I shouldn't have said that last part. I have no idea if my Dad knows Arnie Lyman in the same way I do. I need to be more careful what I say. I really don't know how far this Priesthood Brotherhood extends; or which guys know who's fucking who. For example, after all the raunchy stuff we shared last night, I wouldn't have a problem telling Dad about my encounter on the trail with hot-breeder-cop Mark this morning; but I would definitely need to leave out the part about Brother Nilson, his partner on the force. After all, he is my Elder's Quorum president; and I gave him my word that I'd keep his secret. Also, I assume the Stake President doesn't want me spreading the word about his rhino-horn of a dick, and everything it is capable of, even if he does like to show it off. Great! Just thinking about all this has me bricking up again.
Inside now and stripping down to hop in the shower, I'm amazed at the incredible mess Officer Mark has left in his wake. Maybe it was because he had just eased the head of his cock in me, rather than breeding me deep? It still must've been one hell of a big load to ooze out and saturate my shorts. Standing under the shower spray, I push to make sure it's all out of me before I soap up. Sure enough; one more healthy spurt flies out.
It was a fucking blast getting dirty on the trail this morning, but it feels great to be squeaky clean again. I even spend a few minutes shaving the stubble on my balls before I get out of the shower. I grab a pair of fresh corban g's, anticipating how great the slick fabric is going to feel on my smooth nutsack. Fuck! I love that sensation. Naturally, I start to chub up again. I had planned to study at home for the rest of the morning; but if I stay in, I know I'm going to be wanking instead of reading my chemistry text. I've been so distracted the past week, I've really been neglecting my school work.
I decide to check out the group chat for my Chem class. At the beginning of the semester, several of us shared phone numbers. So far I've just used the chat to ask questions when I'm stumped on an assignment; but I've noticed a few guys have been posting offers to study together. I fire off a text to see if anyone is free. I get one response right away. It's from a laidback dude I don't really know that well; but he says he bombed on the last quiz and would appreciate a study bud.
Pulling on some long shorts and my favorite Cougars jersey, I shove my iPad and my chemistry workbook in my back; then start out for the library. Before I get a chance to back out of the driveway, my new study bud texts and says his roommate is gone and asks if I mind meeting in his dorm room instead of the library. He says his floor will be quiet, since everyone will be in class. True to form, my dick starts to plump up at the idea. What the fuck is wrong with me lately? Just the thought of being alone with a dude in his bedroom is making my dick twitch. It's crazy. I'm not even sure what this dude's first name is; everyone calls him Rotter. He is a really handsome guy, but he's never given any indication that he's anything but straight
His dorm room turns out to be bigger than I expected. There's a bed on each side, with two desks back to back in the middle. In front of the desks there's a futon facing a smallish tv. Rotter calls out for me to come in when I knock. I walk in to find him on one end of the futon cursing at his controller as he finishes playing a game on the tv. I really do need to study, so it's a relief when he shuts down the game and gets out his homework. He shows me how far he's progressed on the assignment; then we decide to each take every other problem and then share our results.
Focusing on a formula in the workbook, I sense Rotter staring at me. I look down to see my shorts are kind of bunched up, exposing a few inches of my corbans on my thigh. When I make eye contact with him, rather than back down, he reaches out and lightly touches the hem of my g's.
"Dude? What the hell do you have on under your shorts? Are those some kinda boxers?"
"Oh sorry, I usually wear longer shorts so they don't show."
I try to tug my basketball shorts down. But you know corban g's; they are too damn slippery for my shorts to stay in place. I actually have an ambiguous canned response I use to explain my garments to outsiders if it comes up in the locker room; but I'm kind of thrown off by the way this dude's staring at them right now. Then I notice him push down on the crotch of his own shorts as he adjusts himself.
"Honestly Brodie, they look like that underwear they all wear in those Mormon Girlz pornos. Have you ever watched them?"
"Uh, dude. You realize you're fingering my underwear, right? Is your girlfriend not putting out?"
"That's a big no. The furthest she goes is rubbing me through my pants. To be honest, I end up coming home hornier than I was before going on the date. Hey, I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable, bro. But I do love how slick these feel."
"No worries, dude. Yeah, I've seen those porn vids. You realize all Mormons aren't really like that, don't ya?"
"Oh shit! The silky undies? The BYU jersey? So are you really a Mormon? I was just fucking around. But hey, if the boxers are a religious thing, I'm sorry dude. I didn't mean to.... Hold up. There were a few Mormon guys in my high school; but they wore tighty whities in the locker room like everybody else."
"Yeah, we don't start wearing them till we're older. Uh, dude? This is kinda weird. Are you getting a boner?"
Rotter's covering his crotch with his hand; but he keeps pushing down on it. I can see his dick bulging out toward his hip. When he makes eye contact with me, he looks nervous. I can see him starting to sweat.
"Sorry, Bro. I'm not coming on to you. I've just been so fucking horny. Living in the dorms, there isn't much privacy. I haven't really figured out my roommate yet. He must jerk off, but I'm not sure when. Most guys on this floor just pound one out in the showers. They try to stay quiet but I hear a lot of grunting coming from dudes in the next shower stall. Take it from me, if you aren't wearing your shower shoes in there, you're definitely getting the last guy's jizz between your toes."
"Ugh, I guess I'm lucky to have a place to myself, so I don't have to worry about getting interrupted."
"So Mormons are allowed to beat off?"
"Seriously bro? What do you think? It's the main reason I was looking for a study partner this morning. When I try to study at home, I can't keep my hands off my dick. Before I know it, I'm opening up some porn and forgetting all about my homework."
"Exactly! That's what I'm saying! So what's your go-to porn?"
"Man, it doesn't take much. I have a few favs saved, but I usually try to find something fresh. I like to be surprised."
Rotter starts messing with his phone and I realize our chances of getting any studying done are rapidly fading. When he finds what he's looking for a loud chorus of moans fills the room. He watches it intently for a few seconds before scooting closer on the futon and holding his phone out so we can both see. It's an amateur vid of two dudes our age sharing a squealing co-ed with huge boobs, her face is pixilated. My eye is automatically drawn to the guy in back who has his hand pushing on his buddy's ass, encouraging him to fuck the girl harder.
I'm instantly hard, even before I look down to see Rotter has his hand inside his shorts. I only hesitate for a second before doing the same. This video is hot! The dialogue in the sex tape makes it clear that the guy doing the fucking is in the process of losing his virginity. The buddy cheering him on is his best mate, and the girl's boyfriend. Apparently, the girlfriend wanted to experience a bigger cock; and the boyfriend was happy to line one up for her and help his bud lose his V-card in the process. I'm really getting into it when Rotter interrupts.
"So Brodie, you ever jack off with a buddy? Back in high school? Fuck, I had one bud back home who used to shoot the biggest loads!"
"Uh, come on Rotter. This video is hot, but we really need to study, dude."
"Please! Just five minutes. I really need to nut! Then I'll have it out of my system; and I promise we'll study."
It's clear he's going to do what he wants. Before he's done asking, he stands up and pushes his shorts and boxers down in one go; then kicks them aside. I'm laughing at the absurdity of the situation as I lift up my butt to slip my shorts and g's down. But he stops me.
"Bro, just slide your shorts off; but leave the silky Mormon boxers on. Please! Just pull your meat outta the fly. I love watching those Mormon daddies fucking in the vids with their special undies on and their fat dicks poking straight out. Fuck yeah! Just like that! Damn! You have a nice dick, dude!"
It definitely feels weird to be on display with this straight guy I barely know. But I fucking love how turned on he is by my garments. I'm not sure what comes over me, but I stop jerking long enough to reach up and pull my jersey over my head, leaving my garment top in place. I figure he might as well get the full show.
I'm not prepared though, when he reaches over and starts to lightly stroke the corban fabric on my chest with the back of his hand, before spitting into his other hand and dropping it back down to jerk on his boner. When he keeps rubbing the stitched mark over my nipple, I want to make a joke. Instead I just go with it. It feels fucking awesome! I find myself falling into the same wanking rhythm as him.
He's breathing hard now. He still has his hand on my chest. I don't know if he wants me to touch him. When the fucker tugs on my nip through my g's, I can't help groaning. I'm ready to reach for his pec to return the favor when I see the door begin to open, but just a couple inches. Then I see a guy peeking in. I really don't have time to react before this short, stocky dude hurries into the room and shuts the door. Leaning against it, he bursts out laughing.
"Rotty! What the hell are you doing? It's so quiet on the floor, I could hear your porn playing on your phone when I was still two doors away."
"It's not what it looks like! Get out of here, Matt!"
"Yeah? Cause it looks like you're jerking off with a buddy instead of doing your Chem homework. But it's not that, huh? Dude, what the fuck? We're halfway through the semester and I'm still beating off in the middle of the night while you're asleep! I sure as fuck wish you given me some signal that you were cool with jacking off around each other. Why didn't you say something, bro? You shoulda let me know you were up for it! I miss rubbing one out with a bud."
Roommate Matt is naked before he stops talking. Well, he still has his shoes and socks on. But his gym shorts and compression shorts are around his ankles; and he's tossed his tee shirt on the bed. Everything about him screams `wrestler'. He's solid, hairy and beefy. His cock is like his body in miniature. It's thick, short and stubby, angled out above an enormous set of balls. It's not long before he's just as hard as me and Rotter.
We had both stopped stroking when his roomie barged in, but we resume our jacking when we see that Matt is down for it. I notice that Rotter hasn't put his hand back on my tit; not with his roommate watching. Then with his dick fully hard and starting to leak, Matt snatches Rotter's phone from him. Focusing on the vid, he shuffles over, shorts still at his ankles, and squeezes in between the two of us. He holds the phone up so all three of us can watch the porno.
The way we're all pressed together, I can smell Matt's workout on him. He looks over at me; smiles, then rubs his non-stroking hand on my thigh, checking out the corban. What's with these guys feeling so comfortable checking out my g's? Then Matt answers my unasked question.
"Bro! I freaking love the L D S underwear! One of the guys on the squad is a Mormon. My favorites are the days he wears the kind that are like a onesie; but they're slick like yours. He's a little guy, wrestles 125; and when he wears those, they fit him tight as fuck! Man, they really ride up his ass crack. One time after we got out of the shower, I asked him if I could try em on. Big mistake! He fucking wigged out, man! Said they were holy' or something like that. Fuck, I waited till I was cleaned up before I asked him. But you don't seem to mind me touching yours, right? These bad boys of yours feel fucking sexy!"
"Yeah, Rotter seems to like `em, too. It really doesn't bother me, dude. Help yourself. But just so you know, I'm not far from blasting off here."
"Fuck yeah! Best part of spanking it with a bud! Seeing who spunks the furthest! How you doing, Rotty? Christ, are you using lube? Or is that all pre?"
"It's just precum now, dude. But its gonna be full-fledged cum any fucking second! Fuck, Matt! You wanted a jerk buddy? Well you got one! You better get prepared. I'm gonna nut! Incoming artillery, bro!"
Rotter jumps to his feet. He pushes his roommate back into the futon, then takes aim directly at his bare chest. After a dozen more rapid-fire strokes, he explodes! Damn! It's too much for me! Matt's not putting up a fuss about getting hosed down, so seconds after I see Rotter's first spurt hit his roomie's pumped up chest, I follow his lead. Matt's looking right at the end of my dick when I blast. He even closes his eyes; afraid I'm going to give him a facial, I guess. But I'm aiming for his chest, eager to add to Rotter's load. I don't know if Matt is pushed over the edge because we're using him for target practice; but before my last spurt hits him, he lets loose with his own batch. His jizz goes straight up into the air, before raining down onto his hairy crotch.
I don't think I'm the only one worrying about how the other guys are going to react, now that our nuts are empty. For a few seconds it's quiet as fuck, painfully awkward; until we all three make eye contact. Then we all burst out laughing! Rotter looks down at his chest and tries to look disgusted; but then he catches my eye and gives me a wink,
"Okay guys. I'm the glazed donut this time; but there's gonna be a rematch. You can be sure Rotty's getting a mouthful of splooge from me the next night he keeps me awake, snoring with his mouth gaping open. As for you, Mormon boy, you've got to come back sometime; get a taste of your own medicine!"
"Oh I'll come back. That was a fuckin' riot! Okay Rotter, get your ass in gear. We've got to get cleaned up; then we're going to the library. You owe me, dude. Me and my garments may have helped break the ice between you two, so you can beat off whenever you want; but I don't trust you to get any studying done if we stay here. Come on bud! Get your horny ass dressed!"
Thankfully, with our balls temporarily drained, Rotter and I make some good progress studying at the library. He seems pretty excited about the new developments with his roomie. He said he hadn't really thought Matt would just sit there while we unloaded on him. With his old high school jerking bud, it was part of the game to try and splatter each other when they shot one off; so he had expected Matt to duck out of the line of fire. He admitted that it turned him on when his roommate just sat there waiting for us to bust all over him. The more time I spend with Rotter, the more I like him. Something tells me he might be kinda curious about guy-on-guy stuff; and given the chance, be willing to explore even further.
As I'm driving home from the library I get a text. Now I'd normally wait the few minutes it's going to take me to get home before I check it out; but when I glance at my phone and see President Lyman's name. I quickly pull over. The last time he contacted me, I ended up in that ritzy hotel suite, servicing him along with the two Brothers' Resendez. I don't want to miss out on another opportunity like that. He opens his text with a Book of Mormon quote. As I read it, I feel a wave of excitement pass through me.
And they did humble themselves
even to the dust, subjecting
themselves to the yoke of
bondage, submitting themselves
to be smitten.....
These words from Mosiah originally
referred to the righteous who
suffered at the hands of the
Lamanites; but today they describe
the frame of mind that your
Priesthood leaders require of you
Call me asap, Elder!
I take a deep breath and make the call. Sitting in my car at the curb, I reach down and squeeze my erection through my shorts and g's. After one ring, I hear President Arnie Lyman's deep, authoritative voice. He brusquely gives me an address; then waits while I type it into my phone. He instructs me to be prepared, both physically and mentally, and to arrive at the address at precisely 3:30pm. He warns me that he has had a stressful day; and makes it clear that he will be using me to release his frustrations. He tells me he is on a tight schedule, so it's crucial that I not keep him waiting. I get a chill up my back at his closing words.
"I won't require your services for very long today; but with the mood I'm in, you'll probably be wishing it's over long before I'm through with you. I own you, Elder. Don't you ever forget that!"
By the time I pull into my driveway, I am so fucking hard! My boner is still raging as I shower and make sure I'm clean. As I brush my teeth, I try to make sense of my conflicting emotions. I'm honestly frightened by President Lyman's tone and his implied threat. Even so, I can't wait to be knocking at that door at 3:30 sharp.
I get in my car, then remember he'd told me to bring the blindfold he'd given me after my anointing ceremony. He had told me then that some of the Priesthood holders I served would require anonymity. It makes me wonder if someone else is going to be involved today. Then I remember that his text had referred to `Priesthood leaders', plural. I dash back inside to grab the blindfold, hoping I haven't forgotten anything else.
The address he gave me is in an area near the river where the old brick warehouses are being converted into condos and loft apartments. My instructions were to pull around the back. President Lyman's black SUV will be parked by the door I'm supposed to use. While I'm still eager to find out what's in store for me, his warning has me so nervous that I notice my erection has faded as I pull up and park next to his Suburban.
It's only 3:20. I didn't want to risk being late. He had said `precisely 3:30', so I decide to wait. But less than a minute after I put my car in park, my phone chimes with a new text.
I see you're eager, Elder.
The service entrance is unlocked
Step inside
Put on the blindfold and wait
I notice there are no windows on the back wall where I'm parked. Just a large overhead door next to a smaller walk-in door with RECEIVING in block letters. There aren't any obvious cameras in sight. How did he know I was here?
I push open the heavy door. There are no lights on inside. I quickly look around to get familiar with my surroundings before the door swings shut, blocking out the afternoon sunlight. I had noticed that there were pallets of construction materials on the concrete floor. I'd also briefly glimpsed some chains hanging down from a rolling track that extends from the overhead door to a freight elevator off to the right. But once the door closes, it's pitch dark. I guess it doesn't matter since I'm supposed to be putting the blindfold on anyway.
I tie it tightly behind my head and wait.
Not for long, though. After a minute I hear footsteps approaching. Someone comes up behind me and nuzzles my neck as he reaches around and unbuttons my jeans. I know that fucking smell! And then I recognize the way his body fits into mine as he holds me tight from behind. He pushes my jeans and garments down just below my butt!
"Brother B?"
"Shhhh. No talking, son. He's in a fowl fucking mood. And if any words do accidentally slip out of your mouth when he gets in here, for fucks sake, don't swear. It makes him go ballistic! Fuck! Your ass feels so good in my hands! I can't wait to crawl up inside of you, boy! I swear my cock grows an inch every time I think about being the first man you ever begged to breed your hole!"
Brother Benton is my mentor. The fucking hot married dad who was the first to fuck me. As well as being the first daddy to bend over for me and let me breed his hairy ass. I've been dying to meet up with him again. In light of President Lyman's bad mood, it kind of reassures me to have Brother B here.
I hear him spit before I feel two thick fingers force their way into my hole. He's being so aggressive that when he yanks upward with his fingers, I reflexively raise up on my toes. When the fingers withdraw, he gives me a resounding smack on the butt. It makes me think of how rough he was that first time he fucked me; but in that encounter, he had started out gently in order to lure me in. It worked like a charm. By the time things got intense, I was ready for anything! And fuck did things ever get intense!
"Hold your hands out in front of you, boy. I wish I could tell you I was here to protect you. But my orders are to pound your furry pussy hard and fast; then anoint your ass with enough Melchizedek seed to lube the way for Arnie's fat, angry cock. He tells me you've been on the receiving end of it a few times already. Thank god he hasn't tried fucking me with that weapon he has hanging between his legs. Not yet, anyway. I need to string you up now, son! We don't have much time. For Christ's sake son, just relax and let it happen."
Holding my wrists in one hand, I hear the swooshing sound of velcro as he binds them together. Then there's a clanging metallic sound as he hooks my bound hands to one of the chains that I saw dangling from the overhead track when I first came in. Above me a motor whirrs and I feel my hands being pulled toward the ceiling, until I'm raised up with the just the toes of my shoes touching the floor.
I wish I could see what's happening. My heart is beating a mile a minute; but I'm ready to serve. It's my calling, after all. I don't realize how hard I am again, until Brother B positions himself back behind me and reaches around to grip my iron hard dick. I'm grateful to feel lube on his hand. I just hope he's slicked up his thick cock, too. He presses his knob against the opening to my hole and whispers again.
"Remember! No talking son! He can't hear us yet; but I know he's watching. He could walk in any minute. Fuck boy! Your prick is so goddamn hard. I'm so fucking proud of you, Brodie. Now, open up that sweet little cunt of yours. Let your Daddy own that hole. I'm going to pump your whore-ass so full of sperm, when it comes time for your Stake President to take his shot, he's going to be fucking swimming in it!"
Fuck! I feel my breath get knocked out of my lungs. Brother B rams his full length in without any buildup. He only lets me adjust for a few seconds before he draws all the way out; then plows in again. I tell myself he's just doing as he's instructed. And if President Lyman is really watching, I don't want my cherry-taking-daddy to hold back on my account. I knew what I was in for. I'm just glad that Brother B was selected to be the advance man. After about a dozen cycles of pulling all the way out of me and then driving back in, he switches to shorter strokes and starts fucking me like a jackhammer. Fuck!! It would be so much easier if I could get my feet flat on the floor. Dangling from the chain, every time he pumps his hips it knocks me forward. Realizing my dilemma, he grasps a hip in each hand, helping to steady me. By holding me still like this, there is less pain in my arms and wrists. It's also easier for him to establish a rhythm. I'm able to let myself go and just enjoy having his thick daddy dick probing my cunt again.
Fuck yeah! He just keeps going and going. Brother B is in rare form today. I'm not sure how long he can keep up this pace without so much as a break to switch positions. Then again, as long as he has me hanging like a side of beef, I guess there aren't many other options. I have been continuously amazed at the stamina of these older daddies I have encountered so far. He is hitting all the right spots for me. I hope he's enjoying it half as much as I am.
In the hubbub of getting royally fucked, I don't hear President Lyman approach. He's standing directly in front of me, and roughly grips my nipples with both hands before I hear his voice. He doesn't sound as stern as he did on the phone; though as he escalates his attack on my tits, I can feel his anger. No one has ever handled my nips so rough. It's like he's daring me to make a noise.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Elder? My sources tell me you allowed yourself to be penetrated by a stranger in public this morning. Not just a stranger, a non-member, Elder! And not just penetrated! You let him dump his semen in you. Did I not set you apart as a receptacle for the seed of Righteous Men? Did I make a mistake in selecting you, son? Or did you assume I was giving you free license to be a hedonistic whore to any man who tips his hat at you?"
Fuck me! I don't know if he expects me to answer him. He releases one nipple; but quickly drops that hand down to my balls. He wraps his huge hand around the top of my scrotum and pulls down hard. It normally wouldn't be that painful; but Brother B is still hammering away at me. With every thrust I feel the ache in my nuts. Should I say something? Try and explain? Apologize? I wish I knew what was expected of me. For the life of me, I didn't know that I was expected to limit my sex partners to church members-in-good-standing. Is that what this is all about? That I let Officer Mark fuck me on the trail? I don't know if it would be better or worse if President Lyman was aware of policeman Mark's relationship with my Elder's Quorum President. But I can't bring that up without betraying Brother Nilson's trust. It probably wouldn't help anyway.
He starts to twist the hand that's still on my tit. It hurts like a motherfucker! Is it really possible that my brief hookup with the cop is what has President Lyman pissed off? Or is he dealing with other issues and I'm just a convenient scapegoat? And did he really just say `any man who tips his hat at you'? Who the fuck talks like that? I don't want to piss the old guy off. Does he want me to say I'm sorry?
Just as I'm about to utter a meek apology, I feel Brother Benton grab me in a bear hug and start to growl. I remember all to well what that growl means. He squeezes the fuck out of me as he shudders and starts to pump me full of cum. My Stake President relaxes his hold on my gonads as he listens to the daddy anoint my hairy hole. Just when I think Brother B is finished, I feel one more aftershock from my breeder as I hear President Lyman whisper under his breath, "In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost". In unison, the three of us all quietly say, "Amen".
The motor overhead starts up again; and I feel the chain slowly lengthen until my feet are flat on the concrete floor. I know Brother B will have to pull out now, even though my ass would love it if he went another round. In a surprising development, President Lyman firmly grips my head and kisses me passionately and cruelly. My ass makes a loud, wet farting noise as Brother B withdraws. I should probably be embarrassed; but instead I think of it as a badge of honor. I just allowed a hot stud my father's age to use my ass and leave his DNA inside of me. It's my calling. I'm proud I was able to give myself to him. The sound of that wet fart is not lost on President Lyman either. He kisses me harder. His grip on me intensifies, bordering on brutal. As he takes his lips off mine, I cry out when he delivers a hard slap to my balls.
One of them is pushing down on my head. I bend over to find Brother B's slimy cock at my lips. I eagerly take him into my mouth to suck him clean; even though I have that nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach that only a hard hit to the nuts can produce. I'm aware that President Lyman is behind me now, so I steel myself for the inevitable. After all, the image of his formidable cock is seared into my brain. The length. The freakish girth. The wild curve that can make a man's eyes roll back in his head, or totally destroy him.
Still bent at the waist; two hands grab my hips and hold me tight. The cock in my mouth slips away. The anticipation is fucking killing me. I hear them whispering, but can't make out the words. When President Lyman's cock finally makes contact, the head isn't at my hole. He's teasing me. He rests the length of it along my ass crack like a hotdog in a bun. Then he places his hand over the top of it and presses down. When his hips start to move, he quietly moans from the friction he's creating on his big dick, by forcing it between my butt cheeks. I try to picture what it must look like. How hot would it be if he just kept pressing down, thrusting along my hairy trench until he plasters my back with his cum.
I'm brought back to reality when I feel him back off slightly, then rub the knob of his huge cock around my hole. I'm relieved when I feel how wet and sloppy his cock seems. Thank you, Brother B for your copious load. All that jizz is bound to help. Then simultaneously: I hear the motor start, I hear the rattle of the chain, I feel my hands being pulled upward again, and I hear myself scream out as President Lyman rams his mammoth cock all the way up my ass. The sound leaves my mouth before I can stop it. Thank god it was just an unintelligible cry of pain, instead of the string of curses my brain usually comes up with.
"Don't make me gag you, Elder! Keep quiet! I'll give you a pass on that first outburst; but don't let it happen again! This is a public building. Do you want someone to come nosing around and see you in this state? I honestly thought that after all the whoring around you've been doing, I'd be able to slide right in. You're still as tight as the night of your anointing. You're also fortunate that I selected Brother Benton to open you up and lubricate you; preparing the way like a modern-day John the Baptist. It certainly appears that he has pumped enough of his righteous semen in you, more than enough to smooth my entry."
The fucking is ruthless. I arrived here this afternoon scared half to death; but the truth is, after the wrenching pain of the first few minutes, I feel like I'm flying. Not literally, thank god. When they hoisted me up for President Lyman's onslaught, they stopped before my heels were off the floor. So even though I'm still essentially captive, my weight isn't hanging from my wrists. Every few thrusts, my breeder pulls all the way out before plunging back in. As intimidating as the President's cock looks, each of the times he's fucked me, he's taken me to new heights. It's not just the size and the curve, though that helps. The truth is, the man knows how to fuck an ass. It's ironic that he can't even say those words; but in the long run, it doesn't matter. Every encounter I've had with him has been full of passion and intensity. I honestly believe that he sees these breeding sessions as a way to magnify our fulfillment. I'm not making a joke when I say that sex for this man is a religious experience.
After several minutes, I can tell his breath is becoming labored; but he continues on, relentless. Did I mention the stamina these old daddies have? As he kicks his pace up a notch, he surprises me by calling out to Brother B. I had assumed that he had left us alone. I hadn't been able to hear him. I admit that it excites me knowing that he has been watching all along.
"Brother Benton, please go across the hall to the contractor's office and let Chuck know he's up next. If there's anyone else in the office with him, just tell him that I'm ready to go over the changes on the blueprints. He'll understand."
Everything changes once Brother B leaves the room. President Lyman delivers several stinging slaps to my ass, before starting to fuck me even faster. Then I feel his hand reach around me. He roughly gropes by genitals. Then slides his hand up my torso until it comes to rest on my neck. He holds me tighter as he continues his assault on my ass. I feel his breath on the back of my neck as his hand clamps down around the front. He fucks even harder as he begins to choke me. It all becomes surreal when he starts to growl obscenities in my ear. All through his lengthy diatribe, he never stops fucking
"You like my fat cock up your ass, don't you Brodie? You fucking whore! You can't wait until I whitewash your guts with my cum, can you? You see, Elder? I know all the words you use. Are you surprised? I'm not a sanctimonious old prude, even if that's how it appears to everyone. Today has just been a day filled with problems, and idiots, and idiots with problems! I wasn't mad at you earlier. I needed someone to take out my frustration on; someone who wouldn't mind if I roughed them up while I unloaded these old bull balls. I feel like I have a connection with you, son. I want you to know, you have every right to say no when I get too rough. It works out perfectly because I know you like it rough. I do too, son. I especially like it rough with you. I don't give a fuck that you let that cop fuck you this morning. He's a fine looking specimen. He's been on my radar because there are rumors that he's already fucking another member from your ward. If you have any light to shed on that, you have my number now, son. As far as fucking non-members, you can fuck anyone you want; just be careful. Besides, you know what they say, every interaction with a non-member is a missionary opportunity. In fact, Chuck will be here to test drive your sloppy cunt any minute. He's not LDS, as far as I know; but I told him he could use you any way he pleases. He's the construction foreman on this warehouse conversion project I'm financing. I promised him a go at your ass in exchange for the use of the space, and for his silence. How does it feel to be whored out, son? Fuck, I can't hold off any longer. I'm going to cum so hard I might just blow the top of your head off! Oh Lord, I'm cumming in your sweet, fucking ass, boy!"
The fuck on it's own would've made my fucking day! Like I said, the old guy is well equipped and passionate. So all that stuff he growled in my ear is icing on the fucking cake. I am going to replay his vulgar words in my head every time I jerk off. He reinforced his humanity in my eyes. I was also humbled to hear how he felt about me; humbled and turned on, because I feel the same connection with him. Until he said it, I didn't realize it was okay for me to say no to any of his Righteous Brethren scenarios. It doesn't really matter because he knows I never will decline. I wouldn't have wanted to miss out on any of these experiences I've had so far.
The top of my head doesn't blow off; but his cock is so thick, I can feel it pulsing as he gives me his load. That big dick pulsing against my ass lips as he propels spurt after spurt deep inside me. I don't realize what a sweat he's worked up until he pulls away and the cool air hits my dripping wet back. I hear Brother B call out to make sure it is okay for them to come in now. President Lyman tells him the timing is perfect. Then before he leaves, he leans in close and whispers,
"None of our little talk leaves this room. Is that understood? Just shake your head. I'm very fond of you, Brodie; but you'll be in a world of hurt if you tell anyone our little secret or repeat any of the words I just used. Nobody would believe you anyway. And just so you know Elder, I've had a few guys tell me that you're fond of referring to my cock as `the rhino horn'. Don't worry. I'm not mad about that, either. Quite the opposite, son; it makes the old man feel like a fucking legend. I was thinking about it when I first breached your ass today. I hope you were, too."
I hear him get dressed; and then hear he and Brother B express their thanks to Chuck for his help. I don't hear any of them mention me. Today I'm just the receptacle for their loads. I hear the outer door close. Then it's quiet. After a few minutes, I hear the rustle of clothing. As Chuck gets closer, I can smell him. Not that he smells unpleasant. It's just that every guy has his own individual musk. For fucks sake, I can't imagine what I must smell like to him after the way I've been used. My hands are still raised over my head. The blindfold is still in place. My chest aches from the abuse it took at the hands of my Stake President. My dick is still chubbed up. I'd been hard as fuck during my time with Arnie; but I haven't cum since I was in Rotter and Matt's dorm room this morning. Before Chuck speaks, I hear him gasp. I'm assuming he has the lights on so he can see me.
"Jesusfuckingchrist! Are you okay, man? Please tell me this is consensual."
"Yes, sir. It's okay."
"You don't have to call me sir. Okay? Hang on a sec."
I hear the motor that controls the pulley above me. It feels good to have my arms lowered. He quickly unhooks the chain and I hear it clank as he slides it away from me. He manages to get the velcro cuffs off of my wrists. I hear them fall to the floor as he takes each of my arms in turn, vigorously rubbing them to get the blood flowing again. With a single finger, he touches under my chin; raising my face into the light.
"Damn. You're a good looking guy!"
"Thanks, man"
"I'm super good looking, too. You'll have to take my word for it. I'm afraid the blindfold stays on. I'm engaged, dude."
"It's okay, really."
"Is it okay if I touch you? I really want to feel your chest."
"I'm curious what they told you. I assumed they said you could do anything to me you wanted."
"That they did. In this day and age, I just like to make sure we're on the same page. Again, it's the consent thing."
"That's cool, man. Honestly, I figured you were just going to come in and fuck me.'
"That was the offer, actually. And now after seeing you, and hearing you're on board, that is definitely going to happen."
I feel him place the palms of both hands on my chest. Fuck! His hands are big. They're kind of rough; but they're warm. It ends up being more of a caress, He's scoping me out. Then with his hands still cupping my pecs, he starts to flick a finger over my nipple. I feel my cock jump back to life.
"Yeah, you're sexy, buddy. You've got a nice dick, too. I think it likes it when I play with your nipple."
"You're not wrong there. Your touch feels really nice, man."
One hand stays on my chest. I feel the other under my chin, before I smell his breath; then he's kissing me. If you think my dick responded to his nipple play, thats nothing compared to the effect his kiss is having on me. He's just close enough that as my boner extends, I feel the tip touch his body. Still kissing me, he must feel it, too. He reaches down and starts to stroke me. His other hand slides around my hip and cups my ass cheek. First there's a squeeze, then a playful slap.
"Fuck! I wish we had more time, buddy. I haven't been with another guy since college. To put that in perspective, I'm guessing I'm about nine or ten years older than you. I'm just telling you that because those two other dudes that fucked you were definitely older. I don't know if you've ever seen 'em before. Don't get me wrong. They were the kind of sexy daddies I work into my porn rotation now and then. I admit I jerk off thinking about sex with a dude; but I haven't plowed a hairy ass since graduation. Fuck! I don't know why I keep rambling. I feel like I'm on a very weird date. I'm just going to shut up and fuck now!"
"It's all good. You sound fucking sexy, bro."
"Aww. that's nice of......oh my god. Look at all that fucking cum! Dude? How many guys did they let fuck you?"
"I'm sorry if it's gross back there. It was just the two of them."
"It's not gross, dude. I'm fucking bricked up! You really have a hot ass. I just can't believe those two old guys churned out all this jizz!"
"They're big shooters, all right."
"Okay, don't be mad; but I have some more questions. I just want to get this out of the way. You are hot as fuck, dude. Your ass is hot as fuck. If I'm honest, I'm delaying because I'm afraid that I'm not going to last two minutes once my dick makes contact with that cummy hole of yours. Then, knowing my sorry ass, as soon as I nut, I'll probably feel guilty and bolt out of here. So, do you think you'd be down to meet up again sometime? You know, so we could take our time? Maybe stretch out on the floor, make out, a little sixty nine and then some balls to the wall fucking? I mean I really want to rim your ass before I fuck you; but with all that spunk in there, that's more than I bargained for today, dude. Fuck! You should see your fucking ass, man! Hold on."
There's the unmistakeable sound of a cellphone camera click. Then again. Then a third. Then his hand is back on my ass. He's doing more than cupping my cheek now. He slides a finger deep inside. Then rapidly follows with two fingers together.
"Fuck, man! I had to get some `before' pics for you. You are going to want to see this. I'll get a couple more after I've made my contribution. Like I said, don't be insulted; but when I surf in on all that daddy spunk, I know I'm going to nut fast. I'll be more fun when we hook up next time. I promise. If we're taking our time, I'll be good for two or three rides."
He presses his body against my back. It feels like he has his shirt off; but he's just dropped his pants. I can feel them brush against the back of my legs. He has a bit of a belly that fits perfectly into the small of my back. He rubs his cock up and down my crack. There's a continuous moan coming from him now. He parks the head of his cock right at the opening to my hole. He nestles in tight against me. He reaches a hand around starts to stroke my dick.
"Ready, bud? Just so you know, if it will sweeten the deal, when me meet up next time, you get to fuck me, too."
With that he spears his way in. Stroking my aching boner, he gently, but firmly fucks my preloaded hole. I'm cursing this goddamn blindfold. It was kind of hot with the other two; but i knew what they looked like, for hell sake. I wish I could see this smooth-talking, passionate-fucking stranger. From the get go, he's splattering a wake of daddy cum as he plows me. If he's not grossed out by that, he might be a keeper. He did say he was super good looking; and for some crazy reason I believe him.
He lasts more than two minutes. Not much, but it's hot that he's trying to hold back and make it last for both of us. I can tell he's going slow at first to prolong things. But the second he realizes that his nut is inevitable, he pounds the hell out of me. Just before he cums, he starts biting at my neck. I can tell he's out of control. I feel him push into me as deep as he can as he starts to silently load me up.
Before he's finished though, while I can feel him still hunching deeper with each spurt, he starts to laugh. For the record, I love the intensity of sex with another guy. It can be a definite turn on when they show some attitude and swagger. But damn, do I love a dude who gets so into it he isn't afraid to laugh and have fun in the process.
When mystery-man Chuck's spasms finally stop, he eases out of my hole. He slips a couple fingers inside me; and pulls them out coated with sperm. Then he rapidly shoves his dick back in my sloppy ass; and uses his cum-dripping fist to jack me off. In less than a minute I added my jizz to the puddle that's surely on the floor beneath me.
Pulling out for the final time, he comes around in front of me and kisses me and rubs my chest as I recover. He doesn't bolt like he predicted; doesn't seem to be even remotely consumed by guilt. He says he's tempted to remove my blindfold. Instead, he thinks it'll be fun to keep me guessing until we meet up again. He admitted the hot scene has him wondering why he hasn't acted on his fantasies for all these years.
He takes a few photos of the aftermath, plugs my number into his phone, and promises to text the pics to me. After helping me pull up my pants, he guides me to the door, squeezes my ass and then I'm outside.
It takes me a few minutes to adjust to the sunlight with my eyes finally uncovered. I sit in my car and replay the events in my mind. I'm shocked to see it's only a little past 4pm. Dad will be home by 6. Plenty of time to clean up and rest. Maybe over dinner we can compare our respective encounters today with the Stake President. I'm curious. Did I come up in their conversation? Is Dad aware of my calling? And I'm dying to know if they've ever been naked together.
At 6:30, showered and refreshed, I hurry down the stairs from my apartment above my parents garage. Rather than go in through the kitchen like I normally would, I decide to route through the backyard and sneak in the french doors from the patio to surprise the old man.
By now I should know better. My life has become one tantalizing shock after another. Just as I'm ready to open the door, I stop in my tracks. Dad is sitting on the sofa with his head thrown back, looking up at the ceiling. My high school buddy Troy is on his knees between Dad's legs. Dad has both hands on the top of Troy's head; holding him in place as he roughly fucks his face. It looks so goddamn hot. They appear to be in the final stages, so I just stay outside and watch.
It takes me a minute to realize that Troy's dad Wayne is standing at the end of the sofa watching, his slacks and garments at his feet. Through the closed door, I hear Dad yell out a string of curse words as he unloads in Troy's mouth. In a flash, Wayne moves over and aims his hard cock at his kneeling son's face. As Troy gulps down Dad's Priesthood blessing, his own dad absolutely plasters his son's face with cum.
Well, Troy's had his appetizer. Looks like there will be four of us for dinner tonight. After that, who the fuck knows what might happen.
Hey! Were you just jacking off just now? I'd love to know how it went! Let me know what worked, or what would've made it hotter. Talk dirty to me.
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