Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2022 17:46:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Latter Day DILF- Chapter 1   Adult Friends

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Latter Day DILF
Chapter One



Note: Due to the popularity of Mormon and Missionary porn, you may have
seen the unique undergarments that devout Mormons wear. Available in
different fabrics but white in color, they are worn as a constant
reminder of promises and covenants made by the wearer. They extend to
just above the knee. Most men now wear separate garment undershirts and
bottoms, though some still wear the original one piece design. Those are
similar to a union suit with a flap opening in the rear. While porn
usually shows them worn under a suit, keep in mind that they are supposed
to be worn at all times; under jeans, knee-length shorts, uniforms, work
clothes, etc. Most wearers casually refer to them as garments or G's.
Swimming, bathing and some sporting activities are the only accepted
reasons to be without them.

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I thought it was him, even though it was just a pic of a naked torso.

I didn't dare message him at first, even though I really wanted to.
I'd never messaged anyone on a hookup app before. What I did do was lay
back on my bed, unzip my fly, maneuver my aching erection out of the fly
of my underwear and rub out a quick load while I studied his photo.
Calling it a quick load is an understatement. Granted, I'm a young guy;
and like most young guys, I'm no stranger to masturbating. But I swear
it was less than two minutes from the time I saw his profile until I
blasted a real gusher all over myself. Even at my age, I'd normally need
to edge for a while to spew a load this size. I was totally drenched.

Here's the weird thing, though. When I came out of my orgasmic daze, I
didn't feel the usual regret. I wasn't even that bothered that I was
going to have to change my clothes before I went downstairs for dinner.
Heck, when I saw the extent of the damage, I realized I should probably
change my sheets, too. There was jizz everywhere.

What I did feel, instead of regret, was a determination to follow through
and try to chat with this guy. This is big for me. Instead of my usual
post-nut regret; I felt energized. Emboldened. As I was mopping up the
crime scene, I realized my boner had never subsided. I was honestly ready
to launch into round two when Dad yelled up the stairs to tell me dinner
was ready.

Yup. I'm still living at home. It's not too bad though, since I'm in
an apartment over my parents garage. They usually rent it out to college
students; but it's all mine for now. I mean, I am technically a student.
I'm taking night classes and working days since I got back home from my
mission.

I guess I should explain. It might help explain the guilt I mentioned
earlier. I was raised in the Mormon church. They don't like us using
that word these days, but everyone still does. Most people know
Mormons don't drink or smoke; we're not supposed to swear or masturbate
or have premarital sex, either. Come on! We're just as horny as other
dudes our age. You've probably seen Mormon missionaries around. You
know, the nerds you see riding their bikes in suits with white shirts and
ties. That was me until six months ago.

Ever since I got home from my mission, I've been struggling. Struggling
with what is expected of me versus the same sex attraction I've been
trying to ignore. I've seen too many guys, not just Mormons; too many
guys who thought they could push their gay self aside and try to live the
life that others expect of them. It seldom ends well.

Back in my room after dinner, I opened the app again to look at his pic.
When I saw he was online, I took the plunge. I mean all I really did was
say hi; but it's a step I hadn't taken before. It's really silly for
me to be so nervous about this. He may not be who I think he is. But
heck, I hope it's him.

He doesn't respond right away. I close the app and dive into my calculus
homework. Later as I'm getting ready for bed, I check one more time.
Heck yeah! I've got a message.


-Hey buddy. Like your profile a lot. But you saw how old I am, right?


I guess I didn't tell you that part. This dude I have the crush on is
48. I'm 22. Maybe he thinks I'm too young? I reply quickly, hoping
that's not the case.


-Yup. This is all pretty new to me, but I'm only attracted to older guys


I follow up with a pic of my own; one I'd taken after I'd seen his. I
was careful to mimic his pose, showing the same amount of skin. If he's
who I think he is, I don't want to appear too slutty at first.  I
even consider adding the pic to my profile; but I don't have the guts.
Besides, I'm not trying to attract lots of guys. Just him.

He was offline again when I responded. The next morning I had another
message from him.


-You have an amazing body stud. It's hot that you like older guys.
I'm married and have to be discreet; but I'm definitely interested


The two photos he sent this time were even better. The first showed his
jeans unbuttoned, with his erection clearly visible through his
underwear. The second showed his furry butt. His jeans and underwear
pushed down just enough to expose his cheeks.

The clincher was the underwear. It must be who I think it is. Even though
I could only see the fabric stretched over his hard-on, he's definitely
wearing Mormon garments. I have some made out of the same woven mesh
material. I'm surprised he sent a pic wearing them. Most Mormon dudes
have at least a few pairs of briefs or boxers. It makes life much less
complicated in the locker room. It seems like he would have worn
something else if he was going to take sexy pics to send to a stranger.

I need to take some photos to send in return. I consider wearing my
garments; but I just can't do it. I'm worried it might scare him off if
he knows I'm Mormon, too. Then I remember I'd taken some pics in my
parent's master bathroom a few weeks ago. My shower was broken, so I'd
used theirs after I'd been for a run. I had stripped down to my
sweat-soaked compression shorts. Then, when I'd noticed how good my body
looked in their mirror, I had grabbed my phone to snap some pics. Just
the thought of taking sexy pictures of myself in my parent's room had me
hard as a brick. It had felt wrong and sinful and exciting, all at once.

I select the two best pics from that day; one of my crotch with my
erection bulging in my compression shorts; and one of my backside with my
shorts pushed down to my knees. I'm not ripped, but I'm in fairly good
shape. I've just never allowed myself to think that another guy might be
turned on by my body. I can't believe that he said he was interested in
me. Definitely interested, he said.

Once I'd decided on the photos, I agonized over what to write. I wanted
to tell him I was willing to do anything, that I wanted him to teach me
how to please him. I wanted to tell him how many times I had touched
myself thinking about him. In the end, I opted for simple and direct.


-I'm discreet too. I've never told anyone about this side of me. I'm
still a virgin. I want to meet you before I chicken out.


I was really busy at my job all morning; but my mystery daddy was all I
could think about. I didn't dare open the app while I was at work; but
I was dying to know if he'd seen my message. I couldn't wait to see if
he'd liked my pictures. When I got in my car to go home for lunch, I
opened the app and had a message. I know it sounds silly, but after I
read the first word I almost lost it. I could barely concentrate on the
rest of the chat.


-Son, those pics are straight out of my fantasies. No way am I going to
let you chicken out. Meet me tonight. I don't know why you picked me.
I'm just glad you did.


I don't even remember driving home. He called me son! I can't tell you
how much that excited me. Tonight? He wants to meet tonight? The reality
of the situation hit me hard. Can I do this? Am I finally going to touch
another man? Have him touch me? Will he freak out when he realizes he
knows me? All the way back to my place I tried to come up with my
response.

Safely in my room, I looked at his pictures again. My fantasy daddy
is about six feet tall and has a dad bod. He's not fat; just a bit of a
belly. I don't think I've ever seen him without a suit and tie on; but
he has a habit of always standing with his arms crossed. Is it weird that
I noticed that? It's just that when he stands like that, his crossed
arms rest just below his pecs; then his belly sticks out a little below
that. He also wears a distinctive black wedding band on his left hand.

The pic on his profile shows his torso down to just below his waistline.
At the top of the photo, I had noticed the bottom edge of his neatly
cropped, ginger beard. He has his arms folded across his chest; the
black wedding ring on display. His forearms, chest and belly are covered
with thick reddish fur. At the bottom edge of the pic you can see the
hair getting thicker; then the picture stops as his pubic hair begins.
His distance from me on the app was the final piece of the puzzle that
told me it was really him.


-I can meet you tonight. I'm really nervous tho. Can we meet
anonymously? At least this first time? Can it be in the dark?


The second I hit send, the green light comes on, showing he's just
come online. I hold my breath when I see that he's typing back. I never
had butterflies in my stomach like this when I was asking a girl out.


-It's okay to be nervous, son. You made me hard when you said `this
first time'. I hope we can make this a regular thing. Anon is fine. Just
relax, I'm going to take good care of you. Can you meet me at 11?

-Yes. But where?

-I told you I have to be careful but it sounds like you do to. I trust
you. I'll send you my address. Park down the street and come into the
garage through the side door. The lights will be out. You can wear your
face mask if it would make you feel better, but I'll probably take it
off to kiss you, son. Is that ok?

-I like it when you call me son. And I was hoping you'd want to kiss. I
wasn't sure.

-I guess you saw the wedding ring?

-Yes sir

-OK. 11 tonight and if you're as excited as I am, no jerking off before
then

-You're reading my mind. Lol. I promise


His address was no surprise, of course. I was tempted to tell him we knew
each other. But since he was okay with having the lights off, I decided
not to say anything. He and his wife had moved into our ward while I was
on my mission. I know he's friends with my dad. They're about the same
age. But the two of us have never said more than hello. I've been
watching him though.

I park several houses down the street at 10:55. I had an erection for
hours after we chatted; but I'm so nervous now that I'm soft
again. What if I don't get hard when I'm supposed to? What if he
doesn't like me as much as he liked my pics? What if I don't like it,
after all? I decide to push all that out of my mind and just follow his
lead.

The short walk to his garage door erases my boner worries. I'm straining
against the boxer briefs under my jeans again. It's a warm night and
I'm just wearing a polo shirt. I'd slipped on my face mask when I got
out of the car. Who'd have thought a couple of years ago that wearing a
mask in public would seem normal.

It's dark as I move down the side of the garage. The lights are out in
the rest of the house. Is she asleep upstairs? Are we supposed to
whisper? I open the door just wide enough to slip inside. I don't know
where anything is, so I turn back to quietly push the door closed. I know
he's waiting for me.

My whole world changes when he comes up behind me in the dark and
wraps his arms around me. I'm trying not to shake. I can feel his breath
on my neck. I can feel his erection pushing against me. He smells so darn
good. He slides one hand under my shirt; rubbing my chest and belly as he
pulls me in even tighter. I'm not prepared for the language he uses.


"Fuck, son! I can't believe how lucky I am. What a fucking stud! Can
you feel how hard my big cock is? It's going down your throat. It's all
for you, boy."


It might seem silly to you that it's the swearing that throws me off.
Here I am, ready to break a whole list of commandments, but it's
his dirty talk that stuns me. Don't get me wrong, I love the effect
it's having on my dick; I just wasn't expecting it. Do I need to swear
back? I'm afraid the words will sound unnatural coming from me. It
doesn't really matter though, I can't get any words to come out. My
senses are overloaded. I just moan until he drops one hand down to grab
my erection,


"Fuck yeah! You're so God damned hard! You feel so fucking big, son.
Maybe next time I'll let you breed your daddy's hairy ass. Would you
like to try that? Shooting your young jock cum deep in your daddy's
guts?"


He doesn't wait for my answer. I had only thought about him topping me.
I never imagined it happening the other way around. I had even tried to
make sure I was clean for him tonight. I followed the directions I read
online; but it felt kind of weird. I hope I did it right. He kisses the
back of my neck as he undoes the buttons on my fly. As he slips his hand
inside my boxers, it's his turn to moan. He squeezes my balls, then
begins to slide my foreskin back and rub his thumb over the precum on the
head of my dick.

With his other hand, he unhooks my mask from one ear. Just before he
turns my head to kiss me, he whispers a sentence that catches me off
guard.


"Can you wear your garments next time, Brodie? Next time, I want you to
fuck me with that big, uncut prick of yours poking out of the fly!"


I'm tempted to leave as soon as he says my name. I knew he'd figure out
who I was, eventually; but how did he figure it out so fast? It really is
pitch dark in here. The first kiss comes so quickly that none of that
matters. Without moving his lips from mine, he turns me to face him. He
started out out tender but he's aggressive now. I feel like I'm going to
explode; like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. He works his
hands under my jeans and boxers and grabs a butt cheek in each hand.
Using them as leverage, he pulls me toward him as he humps against me. I
could honestly cum right now. He's not just kissing me. He's sucking my
tongue into his mouth. He's biting at my lips. One of his hands works its
way into my crack. He finds my butthole with his finger and starts to rub
it. This is all happening so fast that I can't take everything in.


"Fuck, baby! You are so fucking hot! That little hole feels so tight. I'm
so fucking hard knowing I'm going to be the first one in there. Do you
want your daddy to take your cherry, son? You said you've never done this
before, right?"

"No, sir. I've never done anything. I hadn't kissed a guy until now.
You're going to have to teach me. It's going to hurt, isn't it?"

"I said I was going to take care of you. We'll work up to that. I'll get
you ready; but it's definitely happening before you leave here. When you
go home tonight, it's going to be with my cum inside you. It's probably
going to hurt some, though. You want it, don't you? You want my cum
inside of you?"

"I wasn't sure, since you're married. I brought a condom just in case."

"Oh fuck no, son! You need to feel me in you raw for your first time. One
of these times I'll let you swallow my jizz. Maybe I'll even cum on your
face. Would you like that?  Tonight, though; tonight, 'my new boy Brodie'
is getting a breeding. It's all I've been thinking about. I was hoping it
was you. I've seen you looking at me at church. I've wanted to fuck you
since that day you reported on your mission in Sacrament meeting. I
figured all that was only going to be a fantasy until you messaged me."


He lets go of me long enough to take just a few steps and flip on a small
lamp on his workbench. It's very dim; but it's enough. Since he knows
it's me, the cover of darkness doesn't really matter anymore.  He grips
the bottom hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, before running his
hand over my chest. I'm mostly smooth, with just a patch of dark hair in
the middle of my chest. As he starts to push my jeans down the rest of
the way, I kick my shoes off. When I'm down to nothing but my socks, he
inspects me; running his hands all over my naked body. I feel self
conscious being nude while he's still dressed. Hoping it's okay, I start
to unbutton his shirt. His mature body is a contrast to my younger,
smoother self. There's a pelt of reddish-gray hair spilling out over the
scoop neck of his garments. I'm surprised how hard his nipples are,
visible through the stark white cloth. He stands and watches me with a
smile; allowing me to unwrap him.

Before I move to his belt, I can't help but touch his chest. When I brush
over his erect nipples, a deep moan escapes from his throat. He pulls me
in to kiss me again, before letting me continue undressing him. I'm not
sure if he wants me to pull the garments over his head. He said he wanted
me to make love to him while I was wearing mine. It seems so wrong to me.
So instead of taking off his top, I undo his belt buckle. It's a weird
feeling; facing another man and undoing his belt. It's one of those
things you don't think about when you undress yourself. Every step is the
reverse of what I'm used to. He's wearing Dockers khaki pants, something
that plays directly into my older dad fantasy. With them unzipped, I
slide them down and he steps out of them. I'm again faced with a mirror
image. I'm accustomed to seeing my erection tent out my garments when I
get up in the morning. Now looking at his cock pushing against the mesh
fabric, a damp spot at the very end; I'm startled by how big it looks.
When I grab hold of it through the fabric, his moans give way to another
string of curses.


"Jesus Christ, son! I don't think I've ever been this hard in my life.
Not even on my wedding night, before I lost my virginity. Do you like
what you see? You look so young and smooth and perfect. I probably look
pretty old, huh? A chunky, hairy old dude?"

"No way! You look even better than I'd hoped. I love all that red hair;
and your penis looks so big under your garments. It looks powerful! You
look like a man is supposed to look."

"Pull it out of the fly, son. I don't think it's as big as yours; but you
can see how bad I want you. You have me so fucking hard!"


It might not be quite as long as mine; but it's so big around. I work it
through the overlapping fly; then I'm in a daze again. It's so wide. I'm
not sure if it will really fit in me. It's circumsized; a little darker
than the rest of his skin. Escaping out the fly all around it are more
red hairs. There is a glistening bead of precum at the very tip. When I
look up at him, he's watching me. Smiling. He runs his fingers through my
hair, then gently puts pressure on the top of my head. I sink to my
knees.


"Look at me, son. I want you to look up at me as you reach out your
tongue and lick that drop of precum off the end of my cock. Can you do
that, boy? You've tasted your own, haven't you? Just lick the head at
first. Give it a kiss. Then see how much you can get into your pretty
mouth? Sitting in church, I've thought about how your lips would look
wrapped around my cock. In my daydreams, you were looking into my eyes
while it happened."


I had tasted my own precum before. When I get excited, before I start to
touch myself; my dick leaks enough to fill my foreskin. It doesn't taste
very strong. Sometimes when I'm masturbating for a long time, I lick my
hand. I can taste it then, too; mixed with my sweat. I always tell myself
that I'm going to taste my semen after I ejaculate. Then after my orgasm,
the guilt usually takes over. It doesn't sound too appealing once I've
finished. I've grown to like my foreskin, but that wasn't always the
case. When I was younger, I wondered why my penis didn't look like my
father's. His looks more like the one in front of me; though I haven't
seen it in years, and certainly not when it was erect. By the time I got
to junior high and we started to have gym class, there were several of us
who were uncircumsised, so it wasn't an issue.

I allow him to move my head until I'm within tongue's reach. I try to
follow his orders. The first lick elicits a full body shudder from him. I
can't believe how right this feels; how badly I want it in my mouth. I
open wide and he starts to gently push into me, then retreat. Each time I
get a little further. I will admit that when I've seen this in porn, I'm
amazed how much guys are able to get into their mouth. Even though he
keeps up the pressure, he's not forcing it. He's surprisingly gentle.


"Jesus, son! That feels so fucking good! I promise, I'll show you soon
how good a cocksucker can make you feel. For now though, I just want to
enjoy this. I'm loving the way you look at me while you kiss my prick.
It's taking all my willpower not to blast down your throat right now; but
like I told you, my load's not going in your mouth tonight. My cum load
is going deep in your pristine hole, son. Your never used hole. And it's
going as fucking deep as I can shoot it."


I've been taught that what we're doing is a sin; a really bad sin in my
religion. I know it's wrong, but it's so exciting to see his hard penis
sticking out of his G's.  It just feels so right. Part of me wishes that
we could just focus on the oral sex for tonight. I would suck on him as
long as he wants. I really do want to taste it when he explodes. It's
such a challenge opening wide enough for him, I'm pretty worried about
how bad it's going to hurt when he tries to put it inside of my butt. I
try to take him even deeper; but it makes me gag. His cock jumps and he
quickly pushes my head back before putting his hands under my arms and
lifting me up. As he kisses me again, I wonder if he can taste his own
cock; his own precum. He wraps one of his big hands around my own dick
and slowly starts to stroke it.


"You are so fucking hot! You did an amazing job, son. Did you like being
your daddy's little cocksucker? When you took it deeper and started to
gag, I almost filled your mouth with jizz, boy. I loved hearing you gag
on my fat cock. But like I said, it's too soon for that. I'm not going to
feed you tonight. Where's my cum going tonight, son?"

"Inside me?"

"Inside you where? Tell me, son. Where did I tell you I was going to
shoot my load?"

"Deep in my hole? Deep in my never used hole?"

"That's right, boy. Christ are you sexy! I feel like the luckiest guy
alive."


He surprises me when he bends at the waist and brings his face close to
my penis. I'm already so hard that my foreskin is full retracted. He
grips me and slides the skin forward; then takes the very tip into his
mouth. He can't keep the skin over my head for long. I'm so hard that I'm
aching. When he runs his tongue around the sensitive head of my penis, I
push his head away. It feels too good.


"I'm sorry. I almost came inside of your mouth. I'm sorry."

"Quit saying you're sorry. It's okay. I want to make you feel good. At
your age, you can probably shoot a couple times in a row, can't you? Or
do you regret it after you cum? Do you lose your hard on?"

"I used to regret it. The other day though, when I was looking at your
profile picture online? I masturbated and came in like two minutes. By
the time I wiped it up, after another glance at your photo, I was ready
to go again."

"Holy fuck! You jerked off looking at me? Fuck, son; you are making me so
happy. You were just looking at the shirtless profile photo? So that was
before I sent you the pic of my boner? I can't fucking believe it. Listen
son, you trust me, right? I want this night to be special for you. Here's
what I going to do. I'm going to suck on your cock some more. You may not
have anything to compare it to; but your cock is fucking amazing, stud.
If you feel like you going to blast, just let it happen. I want to be the
first man to suck your cum right out of your balls. Just trust me. I'm
going to take good care of you."


I admit, I'm thinking this might delay the anal play I'm worrying about.
I also admit that I want him to impress him with how much I can shoot.
Rather than bend over this time, he goes down on one knee. He looks
closely at my foreskin as it slides back and forth over the head, before
looking up at me and taking me into his mouth. Now I know why he wanted
me to look at him when I was sucking on him. I can see the desire in his
eyes. I can see how much he wants me. He doesn't break eye contact, even
when he starts to take me deeper and deeper. After only a couple of
minutes, my legs begin to shake. Reading the look in my eyes, he somehow
manages to nod without letting my cock out of his mouth. I instinctively
bring my hands to his head and hold him as I feel the sperm racing up the
length of my dick. He dives onto me, taking me into the back of his
throat, before pulling off a bit and letting my load start to fill his
mouth. I want to shout out; but I still don't know how quiet we have to
be. I clench my teeth and grunt as blast after blast pulses out of me. I
have never felt anything like it in my life. The other day when I thought
my orgasm went on forever? It doesn't compare to this.

By the time I stop convulsing, he gets back up to his feet. He's still
gripping my softening cock in his fist. His mouth is tightly shut.
Standing right in front of me, he holds out a cupped hand. Opening his
mouth, he lets my cum fill his palm to overflowing. Then careful to hold
it level to keep it from spilling, he leans in and kisses me. After all
the semen that I saw go into his palm, I'm amazed how much is still in
his mouth when our lips meet. Maybe I should be disgusted; but it is so
erotic to me. As he continues to kiss me, he brings the hand he just
filled down behind me; and I feel all that cum running down my hairy
crack. He had rubbed his finger around my butthole earlier; and it had
felt so darn good. This time, covered in all that cum, his finger easily
slips inside of me. I gasp for air at the intrusion; but then I feel my
dick start to rise again. The kissing doesn't stop. He runs his tongue
around the inside of my mouth and over my teeth. At the same time, I can
tell he's adding another finger in me. He slowly inches over until he is
standing at my side, humping his hard cock against my hip. I turn my head
to the side so the kiss can continue. Now he's aggressively working his
fingers into my virgin hole with one hand and stroking my cock to full
hardness with the other.

I feel like I'm in another world. I'm vaguely aware that he's still
moving around me. Breaking the kiss, he nudges me toward the workbench.
As soon as I am pressed up against the bench, he pushes against me from
behind. I'm really scared, but there is nowhere to run. I feel the head
of his cock at my hole. He just holds it there. Out of kissing range, he
starts to bite at the back of my neck. I feel him push a little, then he
retreats. After several minutes of this, I start to get surprised by how
much of his cock is coming out of me as he pulls back. He must have more
of his penis in me than I thought. It hurts a little; but nothing like I
had been expecting. When his other hand reaches around me and starts to
stroke my cock again, I let out a little cry. I feel like I could cum
again any second. It all feels so freakin' good.


"Okay, son. Grit your teeth. I've been patient so far; but I need in that
tight fucking hole. On the count of three, push out as hard as you can;
like you're trying to take a shit. One. Two. Three!"


It takes all my strength not to scream. I had foolishly thought that
he had almost finished opening me up; that the worst of the penetration
was over. I was wrong. Now that he's finally deep in my guts, I realize
he had barely started to breach me before. My ass feels like it is on
fire. I want to beg him to pull out, but I don't want to disappoint
him. He holds me tight and doesn't move once he bottoms out deep inside
me.


"I'm sorry, son. I'm going to hold still now until you tell me your
ready. Just keep breathing, boy. Don't clench up. Try and relax your
hole for me. I warned you it was going to hurt some. I know you can do
this, Brodie. Do it for your daddy. Breathe deep. We've got to get this
cum in you, boy; mix it up with your sperm I used for lube! I know you
want this!"


True to his word, he holds his cock perfectly still. He rubs his hand
over my chest and gently pinches my nipples. His voice is soothing. I
feel the pain start to slip away; but I'm scared that it will flood back
when he starts to move again. He goes back to lovingly kiss my neck
again. I try to focus all my attention on relaxing for him. I want him to
be proud of me.


"That's better, baby. Just relax. You've got all of my bare prick in
you now. It's all in your sweet hole where it belongs, son. You're
making me so happy. Aren't you glad we didn't use that rubber? Tell me
how my raw cock feels in your pussy, boy."

"It doesn't hurt as bad now. I'm trying hard to relax. It's just so
dang big."


Rather than answer, I feel him tentatively start to move his hips. I
don't understand how it can hurt and feel so good at the same time; but
he's bumping against something inside of me and it's awesome. He slowly
pulls out an inch, then back in again. After rocking back and forth like
that for a few minutes, he starts slowly pulling almost all the way out,
then in again. Each time he pushes in, he hits that same magical spot. I
realize the pain is almost gone. I just feel so darn full.


"Fuck, son! I knew you could do it! I don't think I've ever been in
such a tight fucking ass. Does it still hurt? Those moans of yours sound
like you're enjoying it. Christ! Your big old cock is like a steel bar!
Are you going to cum again for me, boy?"

"Oh fuck, daddy."


It just slips out of my mouth. I've never said that word in front on
anyone. When he first held me tonight and said all those cuss words, I
was shocked. What just came out of my mouth was unplanned. It's just
that this all feels so unbelievable: his cock inside of me, his hand on
my dick and his lips on my neck. As his pace increases, I still love it;
but it's starting to hurt again.


"That's right, son! Your daddy's fucking you. He's fucking
your tight, virgin hole. Any minute I'm going to flood that hole with
cum! Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want your daddy to breed your
ass!"

"I want to feel it. Please cum in me."

"Fuck yeah! That's my boy. I told you that you were going home tonight
with my jizz in your ass. Take my fucking load, son!"

I'm so close to coming again; but he's stopped jerking me to put both
hands on my shoulders while he pumps me full. I grab my cock so I can
finish; but he quickly slaps my hand away. The second he wraps his
own hand tightly around my shaft, my cum shoots out in waves. It's only
been a few minutes since I ejaculated into his mouth; but this orgasm
seems to last even longer.

He's leaning all his weight against my back as he tries to catch his
breath. He's still holding me tight. I can feel his beard on my neck and
his hairy chest against my smooth back. I'm so glad he left his garments
on through our encounter. I will definitely wear mine next time, if he
really does want to meet up again.

As I come down from my orgasm high, I realize how badly my butt hurts.
His cock is softening. I flinch when it finally plops out of me with an
embarrassingly sloppy farting sound. I feel a burning ache; a reminder of
the covenants I've broken tonight. I know I should feel remorse. Then I
feel a trickle of his cum dripping out of my abused hole. It helps soothe
the burning. I clench tighter, determined to take a part of him home with
me.

When I finally turn around, he's watching me. I assume to see how I'm
going to react. His cock is still hanging out of the fly of his garments.
Even though he's no longer hard, it still looks impossibly thick. Heavy.
Covered in cum. I think of a favorite porn video; and I'm tempted to
lean over and lick it clean. But now that I've emptied my balls, I feel
squeamish about taking him in my mouth after he's been inside me. I'm
relieved to see that my attempt to clean out for him appears to have been
successful. Even so, I make a mental note to wait until next time to
break that particular taboo.

He's still eyeing me carefully as he reaches for his pants. He steps
into them before tucking his still cum covered cock into his G's. I feel
like I should say something to put his mind at rest. Does he think I'll
feel so guilty that I might go to the Bishop and confess all the sins
I've committed; and implicate him in the process? Does he worry that I
might regret what we've done? Or is he afraid I'll confuse tonight's
activities with love, and fear that I'll think this is the beginning of
a romance? While I definitely want to see him again, I'm also eager to
experience other men. Other daddies.

Regardless of the things we both said in the heat of the moment, I
realize this has nothing to do with love. He's a married man with a
secret; a secret I'm happy to keep. This is all about sex.
It's about fucking and sucking. But there is still no way I can say
those words out loud. Instead, to alleviate any concerns he might have, I
state the obvious; and try to keep it light.


"Thanks, daddy. That was so flipping awesome! Maybe next time you can
teach me how to swear."


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