Date: Wed, 10 May 2023 22:19:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Latter Day DILF - Chapter 10     Adult Friends

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Latter Day DILF
Chapter Ten


Waiting impatiently on the sidewalk out in front of the church, I keep
watching for Mom and Dad so we can make our escape. I am so ready to go
home. I got about two hours of sleep last night; so I'm in desperate
need of a Sunday nap. I should've known better than to ride to
church with my parents today. Who knows how long they'll be
inside yakking, before they're finally ready to leave.

Of course everyone who walks past me has to stop to shake my hand; and
with Troy getting married this week, almost every handshake comes with a
nosey member asking when I'm going to be settling down myself. They sure
have a lot of questions about my dating habits. It seems like everyone in
the ward has the perfect potential bride that they'd like me to meet.


"My wife has a niece that would be ideal for you. She's a sensible girl
with a strong testimony, eager to start a family. She has such a sweet
spirit!"


When a `sweet spirit' is the best selling point they can come up with,
you'd better proceed with caution. I swear, if one more person asks if
I'm seeing anyone, I'm tempted to tell them that I had a hot date last
night and didn't get home until four a.m. How long do you think it would
take for that gossip to spread through the ward? It would surely spread
twice as fast if I told them my latest crush is named Chuck!


As the foot traffic from the chapel to the parking lot peters out, I'm
nearly ready to go back inside and see what's keeping my folks. That's
when I see him walking towards me; his eyes fixed on me like a laser.
I'm trying to remember his name. It's the new member of the Stake High
Council who just spoke in Sacrament Meeting. Fuck! He is coming right at
me.

During his talk today, I'd been kicking myself for fantasizing about
him. He's probably in his sixties; attractive, tanned and immaculately
groomed, wearing a well-tailored suit. Unlike many men his age, he still
has a thick head of hair; and I'd be willing to bet that his haircut
cost as much as the cheap missionary suit I'm
wearing. I'd almost chuckled when he used a golf course analogy
during his talk; because he looks and acts like the stereotypical
corporate boss, the kind who brags about his ability to measure up an
employee's worth, on the links. His bronzed, clean shaven face
contrasts with his starched white shirt. As he was speaking earlier, I
evilly pictured him loosening his tie and unbuttoning his crisp dress
shirt to expose a smooth, broad chest. If he's not naturally hairless,
he's surely the type of guy who shaves it all off.

He's a handsome guy; it's just that the words coming out of his mouth
had been the opposite of a turn-on. He had been rambling on about the
battle between pornography and the law of chastity, while projecting
a stern humorless attitude. I'd be willing to bet that he's repressed
his desires for so long, that he'd explode like a rocket if he ever let
himself have some fun. Is it wrong that I want to fuck him, despite his
smug, self righteous attitude?

And now he's walking straight towards me. What the heck is his
name? Never breaking eye contact, he strides up to me and stops a little
too close for comfort. It's an intimidating tactic, exactly the kind of
thing I'd expect from a guy like him. He shakes my hand; but doesn't
release his grip. He holds my elbow with his other hand and uses it to
pull me in. Then he leans in even closer and speaks quietly, but
authoritatively, into my ear.


"I say unto you, follow my counsel and heed my commandments, that you
may taste the sweet fruit of obedience."


Wait.....What? No fucking way! Are you kidding me? I never imagined that
he'd be one of the men in President Lyman's inner circle. I'm thrown
off balance by the words coming out of his mouth. I just stand there,
dumbfounded. I can see the carnal desire in his eyes. Is there any other
way to interpret what he just said? This is the last person I would
expect to encounter in the Brotherhood. Taking one step back; but still
gripping my hand, he quickly looks me up and down.


"Bishop Steale speaks very highly of you, Brother Smith. He tells me
that you have exceeded his expectations. While I trust the bishop's
assessment, I intend to find out for myself. Follow me, son."


Now this is just getting fucking weird. Without waiting for a response,
he turns and walks briskly back into the building. By the time I catch
up, I see him stop and briefly say something to Bishop Steale. Then, with
a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure that I'm following, he
continues down the hallway. I'm not sure what I expected; but I'm
surprised when he opens the door of the first classroom he comes to and
steps inside.

I find him standing just inside the door. He's unbuttoned his suit
jacket; flipped the end of his tie over his shoulder; and is standing
with his hands on his hips. This old man is in amazing shape. He motions
to me with his head, indicating that I should close the door. I notice
that there is no lock. Even though the majority of the congregation have
left, there are still plenty of people in the building; and there is a
narrow window in the door.


"Get on your knees, Elder. Use your mouth to prepare the way."

"Someone could walk in..."

"On your knees, son. I don't have much time. My wife was chatting with
your parents when I left her. I told them I felt moved by the Spirit to
have a few words with you. That should buy us a little time."


I obediently kneel in front of him. He holds my head firmly against his
crotch. I get a light whiff of cologne until he grinds his pelvis into my
face; then I detect the unmistakable musk of a very horny daddy. I can
feel him getting harder through the fabric. He lets go of me just long
enough to unbuckle his belt and let his wool trousers fall to the floor.
I start to pull down the bottoms of his corban g's; but I'm rewarded
with a slap to the back of my head.


"The sacred Temple garments are your protection, Elder; an emblem of
your power and Priesthood. Pull my member out through the fly."


Why is this turning me on so much? His member? Really? I want to laugh,
but my boner is telling me to just play along. My first thought as I
snake my hand into his garments is that I nailed it when I figured he'd
be smooth. Like the proverbial baby's bottom. There isn't even any
stubble. His low hanging balls are immaculate. Probably feels awesome for
him against the silky fabric of his g's. My second thought is that the
head of his penis is quite a handful. When I finally extract it from his
g's, I take a quick look before I take it into my mouth.

Fuck! This guy's cock resembles a gear shift knob. If not for the
freakishly large glans, it would look kind of normal, I suppose. It's a
bit longer than average; but even though he's getting hard, it's the
thinnest shaft of any dick I've seen on a dude. His long skinny
`member' ends in a knob that's easily three times as wide as the rest
of his cock. It makes me think of the clapper in a bell. I have to give
him credit though; as soon as I start sucking, the old guy gets hard as a
railroad spike. His steely erection further enhances the contrast in
the circumference from the root to the tip. Well, they say life is all
about variety! I open wide and get down to business.

He only lets me slobber on it for a minute; then pulls me up and pushes
me face first against the wall. He reaches around me to undo my belt. I
unbutton, unzip and push down my trousers. I'm not sure why I opted for
my one-piece g's when I was getting ready for church this morning, but
it certainly makes the old man happy when he sees them. A growling sound
comes from deep in his broad chest.


"Oh yes, Brother Smith! You continue to impress me. Those garments are
the perfect choice for a receptive partner. I'll have you know, in forty
years of marriage, I have never shared intimacy with my eternal helpmate
without the blessing and protection of the sacred Temple garment."


Now I'm really trying not to laugh. With my back to him, I reach through
my fly and pull out my own hard cock, so I can stroke while he does his
thing. I'm a bit worried about the initial entry of that wide,
bulbous head. It would be nice if I had some lube. Then, like an answer
to prayer, from the side pocket of his suit jacket, he retrieves a small
vial on a keychain. For the second time since my adventures in the
Brotherhood began, I feel consecrated oil being rubbed around my
puckered asshole to get it ready. It makes me wonder if anyone really
carries that stuff around for giving blessings; maybe that's just a
cover story.

After carefully slicking me up, I feel his enormous cock head at the
entrance to my hole. I try to relax my muscles to ease the entry. Rather
than push in right away, he raises both hands and places them on my head.


"We thank you for the blessings we are about to receive."


Okay. I'd been determined not to laugh; but did he just bless me like I
was a plateful of funeral potatoes? He doesn't give me time to think
about it. Quickly, both of his hands drop down onto my hips. He holds on
tight and shoves his full length into me. It stings as the knob pops
through my sphincter; but with the widest bit inside me, his hips start
to move, and it feels so fucking good. I'm trying to relax and enjoy the
ride. Yet, for the life of me, I can't erase the image of his
matronly wife, fully clad in her Temple undies, getting the same
treatment. I try to suppress my chuckle, but I can't stop it entirely.


"Are you laughing, Elder! Is this a joke to you?"

"No. It just feels so good. I can't help myself. I'm trying not to
moan or call out!"


Fortunately, he buys it. It's the best I can come up with on the spur of
the moment. I beat my meat to try and get into the mood; but I can't get
the thought of him and his wife out of my head. If she is like many other
devout Sisters of her generation, his `member' is probably the only one
she's seen in action. No doubt, she thinks all men in the ward have a
penis that resembles an extra large tootsie roll pop on its rolled paper
stick.

Then, a couple minutes into the fuck he's throwing me, I start to change
my mind about this old High Councilor and his goofy looking
penis. He shoves me tight against the burlap covered wall and starts to
fuck me like a demon. In the process, he begins pulling all the way out
of my ass on each stroke, before pounding back in. On every fucking
thrust he is popping that big mutant glans of his in and out of
the little ring of muscle that guards my ass. I say a prayer of thanks
for that holy olive oil he used in preparation; and I hang on for the
ride. As his tempo continues to increase, he's pushing air into me with
every thrust. I can actually hear my ass burp each time he goes in or
out.

Even though it's feeling great, I can't stop thinking that we could be
caught any time; so it's a relief when he starts to tense up and quietly
groan. With one final jab into my ass, he presses his body tight against
my back and whispers through clenched teeth.


"Accept my seed, Elder. You are nothing but a vessel for my righteous
Melchizedek seed."


He holds his body perfectly still throughout his orgasm. The only
movement is the pulsing of his cock head with each contraction as he
fills me up.

Before he can pull out, I hear the door begin to open. Fuck no! I panic
until I see that it's Bishop Steale. He's already undoing his zipper,
before he can even get the door closed behind him. When he hauls out that
big dick of his, I have no doubt that he's been watching us fuck through
that narrow window. He's already bricked up.

The High Councilman doesn't seem surprised to see him. This must have
been their plan. He slips out of me with an audible plop; then pulls the
starched white handkerchief from his breast pocket and carefully wipes
the oil and cum from his `member' before tucking it away.

The bishop quickly tosses his suit coat on a chair. Along with his huge
dick, he's managed to fish both of his bull balls out of his fly.
As he moves in to take his turn, he accepts the older man's outstretched
hand; then clasps it in a ritual Patriarchal grip that I have never
witnessed outside of the Temple. Bishop Steale is eating up the High
Councilor's obvious admiration of his huge endowment.

As the older man stares at the bishop's oversized genitalia with awe and
respect, he tentatively reaches out to touch it. The bishop silently nods
his agreement; allowing him to reverently take it in his hand and feel
its heft. In response, it grows even harder, causing the foreskin to
fully retract. Bishop Steale raises two fingers to my mouth and I eagerly
suck them. Then he groans as he slides the wet digits into my freshly
bred hole. I turn my head to see him smirk as he waves off the offered
vial of consecrated oil.


"I think you've already provided plenty of lubrication, Brother; and I
don't want to make this too easy on him. Trust me! Elder Smith enjoys a
bit of pain to go along with his pleasure. If you'll just watch the door
for us, that would be great. I assure you, after watching you anoint
Brodie through the flap of his Temple garments, my Priesthood rod is
primed. It isn't going to take long for me to add my seed to the
offering you've already provided."


Rather than guard the door from the outside, like the Bishop had
obviously done, my first righteous breeder remains in the classroom with
his hand on the doorknob, ready to watch me take Bishop
Steale's enormous cock. At least his body is blocking the view through
the window, should anyone try to look in. Knowing my egotistical bishop,
he's surely thrilled to have an audience to play to anyway. With
one hand on the back of my neck, he pushes my face against the rough,
textured wall. I use both hands to obediently hold the rear flap of my
garments open. I focus on relaxing my ass. When I feel his wide cock at
my hole, he pauses just long enough to pray.


"Oh God, the eternal father, we thank Thee for the blessings we are
about to receive. In the name of thy Son, Jesus Christ. Amen."


What the fuck is going on with these two? I don't have time to overthink
things. As our voyeur adds his `Amen', Bishop Steale gives my ass a
resounding slap; then he forces his way into my hairy, cum-filled ass in
one mercifully slow push. It's not lost on me that this dick is thicker
along its full length than the oversized head of my first fucker. This is
the second time my bishop has used my ass for his pleasure. I'm hoping
that someday the two of us will be able to hook up when we're not so
rushed. I'm pretty certain that he'd be able to go at least a couple of
rounds. I said he had a big ego; and with good reason. He's darkly
handsome, hung like a mule and has a body built by CrossFit.

I feel the power in that muscled body as he really starts to pound. I
bend just enough to get my hands on my thighs in an attempt to
steady myself against his brutal attack. I end up hunched over, bent at
the waist, with the top of my head braced against the wall. I feel a jolt
in my neck each time he hammers that beast into my guts. Enjoying every
moment, I don't realize that I've shut my eyes until I'm startled by a
hand closing around my cock.

The High Councilman has deserted his guard post at the door to get a
closer look at the action. He isn't stroking me, just holding my
penis tightly in his fist, at first; before letting his hand slip lower
to tug down on my nuts. I feel his other hand slide down my ass to feel
the bishop's point of entry. The old guy better still have his
handkerchief ready; because I can feel the sloppy mess Bishop Steale is
creating, churning up the load that's already inside me.

The bishop leans his torso back in order to give the old man a good
look as he continues to wreck my hole. I don't know if Bishop
Steale was inspired by watching the High Councilman's technique as
he'd fucked me; but he starts fully withdrawing on each stroke,
before ramming back inside. He must be in hog heaven to have an
enthralled spectator taking in his performance. As much as I'm enjoying
his prowess, I'm praying that he gets his nut soon. I think of my
parents waiting for me; and hope they don't come searching. No doubt,
Dad would love to see what we're up to; but I've still never told my
father about my sexual connection with the bishop, or even about my
unusual special calling. I'm curious to know if he's even aware of our
Ward leader's extracurricular activities. Finally, to my relief, as his
cum load makes its way from deep in his balls, Bishop Steale announces
that he's ready to erupt.


"Elder Smith, I'm about to give you the blessing of my Melchizedek
seed. Never say I don't support you in your calling! It's a double
baptism for you today!"



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Waiting impatiently on the floral sofa in the foyer, Dad looks up when he
hears our unlikely trio coming down the hall. He stands to greet us.
Bishop Steale doesn't say anything to him; just smiles and gives him a
confident pat on the back as he continues on to his office. Dad gives me
a questioning look. I just shrug. The High Councilor firmly shakes Dad's
hand.


"You've raised a fine young man, Brother Smith. You should be proud of
your son's abilities, and his willingness to serve!"


Looking confused, but not sure what else to say, Dad answers
supportively.


"His mother and I couldn't be more proud."


I have no doubt that Dad is being sincere; but he's probably wondering
what in the heck the old guy's talking about. If he knew I just got
tag-teamed, I'm sure Dad's inner horndog would be proud; but my mother?
Probably not so much.

That's when I notice Mom outside on the sidewalk chatting with a
silver-haired Sister; obviously the High Councilor's wife. I can't help
myself, that image of her comes roaring back. I picture her bent over the
edge of their marital bed, still clad in her stark white, protective
undergarments; patiently waiting to receive her eternal partner's
Priesthood. Her eager supplication gives Relief Society a whole new
meaning. I wonder if they start their sessions with a hymn and a prayer?


It isn't until we are settled in the car that Dad asks me what our
"secret" little meeting was about. The fact that he asks in front of
Mom, leads me to believe that he doesn't suspect anything sexual was
going on. I might tell him everything later; but for now I'm just tired.
I need to eat something; and I need to take a nap. To lighten the mood, I
respond with an oft repeated phrase the Church uses to dismiss questions
about what happens in the temple.


"Sacred, Dad. It wasn't `secret'; it was `sacred'."


Good old Dad laughs as he pulls out of the parking lot.

I fish my phone out of my suit jacket and take it off silent mode.
There's a text from Troy asking if I'm home yet. He asks if he can come
hang for a bit. Judging by the time stamp, he sent it while I was between
Priesthood breedings. He's going to be jealous as fuck when I fill him
in on my Sabbath adventure. When I text him back, he says he's just
headed over to his soon-to-be inlaws' for Sunday lunch. We make plans to
have him swing by in a couple of hours on his way home. He says he needs
some advice. I never did get a chance to cum at the church while I was
getting railed. I'll bet I can convince Troy to help me out.


Back in my apartment, I start to change out of my Sunday clothes when
I notice what a mess my two righteous Mormon daddies have made. My g's
are actually glued to my ass with a combination of sperm and consecrated
oil. I've never felt the need to take a shower after Sacrament Meeting;
but then I've never come home covered in Melchizedek ball juice before.
So I hop in the shower, soap up, rinse off and pull on a clean pair of
garments before lying down on my bed. Before I drop off, I shoot Troy a
text and tell him to just come on up when he gets here.


Spread out on the bed, I get bricked up again as I think back to my
evening with Troy and his dad a couple days ago. After Troy, Wade, Dad
and I had gone out for dinner, I thought the four of us might all end up
naked together. But when we got back to my folk's place, it was Dad's
idea to have us split up. It was decided that Troy would head inside with
my dad; and daddy Wade and I would go up to my apartment. I guess it made
sense because Troy's dad had been discreetly rubbing his hand on my
crotch under the table while we were sitting next to each other at the
diner. Then on our way home, we rode in the back seat; with him
silently encouraging me to rub his hard-on through his Dockers.

Up in my room, I excused myself to go to the bathroom to take a leak
before things went any further. Just as my stream started to flow, Wade
came in and joined me. He flashed a wicked smile as he reached out to
hold my pissing cock; and brought my hand over to grip his. As we whizzed
side by side, I had a flashback to a camping trip when I was a teenager.
Wade had been the Ward Scoutmaster back then. He had enlisted the help of
another one of the dads to help chaperone the troop of eight energetic
high schoolers. After we had set up camp that first night, I remember
walking into the trees outside camp because I needed to pee. As soon as I
had unzipped, the other Priesthood leader had stealthily stepped up
alongside me and unfastened his pants. At the time, I hadn't really
figured out my sexuality; but even then, I was curious about what other
guys were packing. And back then, the only time I could get a peek was at
urinals or in locker room showers.

I still recall my nervousness as this grown-ass man casually unbuckled
his pants and tucked his garment waistband under his balls; then, hands
free, let the piss start to fly. His cock had seemed enormous to me; and
it was hanging out of a thick bush of pubic hair. I remember looking up
to discover he was watching me check him out. He just smiled, before
joking that I seemed to have trouble getting my own flow started. I can
still picture that big python of a cock; but for the life of me, I
couldn't remember who the dude was.


"Wade, who was the dad from the Ward who went with us on that three day
camp-out at Willow Lake? Do you remember? He was really tall and
lean, with dark hair."

"Ummm.....Bill Pratt, wasn't it? Evan's dad? What brought that up,
Brodie?"

"Standing here draining our bladders together, I just flashed back to
doing the same thing next to him on that first night at the lake. He
showed up out of nowhere and just hauled out his junk. The dude was hung
like a horse!"

"Oh god, I'd forgotten about him. You're right! He was fucking huge.
He did the same thing to me a couple times that weekend; I'd go off to
piss in private and he'd miraculously appear. I remember thinking it was
strange, with unlimited trees to piss next to. It makes me wonder if I
missed a golden opportunity; back then, I just figured he liked
intimidating guys with that huge dick of his."

"So the two of you never,,,"

"No way! No, I was curious back then; but I'd never done anything with
a guy at that stage. But that humongous cock of his sure made an
impression on me. Sounds like it did for you too, son."

"I hadn't thought about it until just now."

"Uh....Brodie? Do you still have your Scout uniform?"

"Sure.  Why? What are you thinking, old man? Do you want to live out a
fantasy? You want to see what it's like to raw-dog one of your boys, Mr.
Scoutmaster?"



And that's how I ended up bent over my bed in my old Boy Scout uniform,
with my good friend's dad holding me down and forcibly shoving his
fat prick up my ass. I'd come to learn that Wade was constantly horny;
but our little role-play really seemed to set him off that night. He was
in rare form. He savagely fucked me in every conceivable position;
telling me he wasn't going to sign off on my merit badge until he was
convinced I had earned it.

Ever the good leader, once he had demonstrated his expertise and unloaded
his balls in his young charge's cunt, he gave his trainee a chance to
practice what he'd learned. Right after he finished breeding his
impressionable Eagle Scout's guts, Scoutmaster Wade climbed up on the
edge of my bed and presented his own hairy daddy hole, so I could send
him home to his wife with my nut planted deep inside. But first, I
couldn't resist burying my face in his furry crack.

As my tongue found his hole and speared inside, I remembered him telling
me that he always bottomed for my dad when the two of them got together.
I wondered if he was comparing the rimming skills of father and son.
Once I had him nice and wet, I reached around and gripped his still hard
cock as I eased into his eager ass and started to pump. As I quickened my
pace, I kept my fist closed tight on his prick, jacking it in time with
my thrusts.


"Your hole feels so fucking good, Wade. Do you suppose my dad is giving
your son the same treatment right now? Too bad Troy's bulked up so much
from the gym. That big muscle ass of his would split his scout uniform
shorts wide open."

"Fuck, Brodie! If you keep talking like that I'm going to nut again.
I've never watched your dad plow my boy's ass; but I'm sure as hell
picturing it now!"

"Shit! I'm getting close! If you're really ready to cum again, I'll
try and hold out. Cum for me, daddy! I want to feel your cunt squeeze
this load right out of me!"


That's all it took. As Wade's second batch of jizz spayed my hand and
onto the bed, I squirted my biggest load of the day deep inside. After
we'd cleaned up and were getting dressed, Wade confessed that it was
hearing me say `Cum for me, daddy', that had pushed him over the edge.
I'll have to remember that the next time I get a shot at his sexy daddy
hole.

I just hope his son, Troy, had as much fun that night with my dad.

Before Wade left, I asked him if he knew what happened to Brother Bill
Pratt, the well-hung chaperone from our camping trip. He said he still
lived in the Ward, even though he wasn't an active member these days.
After Wade went home, I looked Bill up in the Ward directory. I wondered
if I would have the balls to drop by his house sometime. I could use the
excuse that I'm just inviting him to come to church on Sunday. Or I could
say I was curious what his son Evan was doing these days. I mean, it's
not like I'm not getting enough dick; but I would love to see if that
monster is really as big as I remembered. I know it's a long shot; but
the dude was such an exhibitionist, a visit might be worthwhile.



Fuck. Remembering that night makes me even hornier. So I end up wasting
my precious nap time, fantasizing and rubbing my boner through my g's.
When Troy shows up, I'll have to ask how his `alone time' with dad
turned out that night. I'm dying to hear all about it. As far as that
goes, I guess I could ask my dad.

Since I'm not getting any sleep anyway, I get up and pull on some loose
basketball shorts over my garments. I'm just rummaging for a clean tee
shirt when I hear Troy coming up the stairs. I look over to see him open
the door just wide enough to poke his head in and look around my room


"Is the coast clear? You don't have any naked tricks hiding under the
bed?"

"Fuck you, Troy!  I'm afraid it's just you and me. Glad you could come
over! Less than a week of freedom left for you, bro!"

"Man, this week is gonna be so freaking busy. You're still coming to
the temple with us Friday, aren't ya?"

"Hell yeah! Of course I am. They haven't yanked my Temple recommend
yet. Or have you heard something I haven't?"

"From the dirt I've been hearing about you and the Bishop, I don't
think you have to worry about that, bud. Sounds like your `calling and
election has been made sure', dude!"

"That fuckin' Bishop Steale! I have an interesting story to share about
him. You're going to love it. I can't really tell anybody else this
shit without outing someone in the process! But you go first, buddy. You
said you needed some advice?"


He reaches out and gently cups my butt cheek before he answers. Troy's a
muscular guy and he can get rough sometimes; but for now, his big hand
lightly slides over the curve of my ass through my silky shorts. He turns
me around and presses his crotch against my butt. He must've been playing
with that big dick of his on the drive over; it's hard as rock. He slips
his hand under my garments and grips my pecs.


"I'll tell you what I really need is to fuck a big load into you,
buddy. Are you game? Here's how I see it; if I share my testimony with
you while I'm here, I can mark this down as a ministering visit when I
report to the Elder's Quorum president next week. I love sharing my
testimony. You wouldn't deny me that, would you?"

"I can feel your testimony, you fucker. It feels like a strong one. The
prophet said the best way to strengthen your testimony is to share it
with others. You're supposed to share it with everyone you meet."

"Fuck yeah! My testimony is growing as we speak. You feel that? I'm going
to shove it so deep up your hairy cunt, there won't be any room left for
doubt!"

"I'm more than ready.  Where do ya want me, Elder?"


Instead of answering, he yanks my shorts and garment bottoms off with one
swift tug, and aggressively pushes me face first onto the bed. I hear him
unbuckle his belt, then the sound of his zipper. He swats my ass hard
enough to leave a handprint behind; then he pulls my cheeks apart, spits
loudly on my hole and shoves in his thumb.


"Elder! You dirty fucking dog! This hole feels freshly wrecked! You've
already hooked up since we got out of Sacrament Meeting, haven't
ya? You, my friend, are a legend; a pre-lubed gaping legend! Well,
hold on tight `Lil Bro'; because I'm about to help you magnify your
calling!"


In one violent shove he buries the full length of his cock into my guts.
It knocks the wind right out of me. As I gasp to take a breath, he
reaches around to my chest with his right hand. He finds my nipple and
twists it hard as his hips start pumping. With his other hand, he forces
my face down into the mattress and starts pounding away.


"So much fucking cum up there, buddy! Your Sabbath breeder must've had
balls the size of an elephant's. That's assuming all this jizz came
from one dude. I can feel it dripping down my nutsack, bro!"


I figure if he really expects me to answer, he'd let up the pressure on
my head. As it is, all I can do is moan into the comforter. He's hitting
my prostate with a series of jackrabbit jabs. Then he drops his weight
down on me, and switches over to long, slow deep thrusts. With his body
stretched out on top of me, I don't think I could get away, even if I
wanted to. For the record, there is nowhere else I want to be right now.

In order to further show who's in charge, he slides an arm up under my
throat and flexes, trapping my neck between his bicep and forearm. The
next thing I know, he has worked both of his feet around under my ankles,
pinning my legs together. He's growling like a bulldog; and passionately
pulverizing my ass. I've never seen this side of my buddy. I am totally
restrained. Immobilized. Under his control. His to use. It feels fucking
amazing. His breath feels hot on my neck as he starts to growl into my
ear.


"You are so fucking wet, dude! Is that your dad's cum running down my
balls? That would be so fucking hot! Or is it my dad's? He told me you
earned your merit badge with flying colors the other night! The pervy
fucker asked me if I still had my scout uniform. He told me the two of
you got your rocks off, just thinking about my fat, hairy ass ripping the
seam out of my old shorts."


Still panting against my neck, he fucks me even harder. I know he's
close to getting his nut when I feel him tighten his vise-like grip on my
throat. Just before he starts to yell, he painfully pulls down again on
my nip. That's all it takes for me. I squeal and start spraying a day's
worth of jizz onto the bed beneath me. The second I start to spurt, he
gives one final stab; probing as deep as he can in my guts. His entire
body spasms as he breeds me; adding his load to the ones that Bishop
Steale and the High Councilor blessed me with earlier.

He remains on top of me, still connected, until his breathing returns to
normal. He could probably fall asleep right there, but I need to get him
off of me. So I clench my ass and squeeze, a little too hard it turns
out. I end up expelling his softening cock, like I'd planned; but the
sloppy sounding fart is followed by a tsunami of semen. Troy cracks
up laughing and rolls over onto his back next to me. I roll onto my side
to survey the damage. Between all the cum that was in my ass and the huge
load I'd had saved up in my balls, my bed was a fucking mess. Of course,
Troy thinks it's hilarious. The fucker doesn't have to do my laundry.


"Get up, stud! I need to pull the bedding off. I don't want all this
baby batter to soak into my mattress!"

"Ah, don't be such a little bitch. A couple loads of spunk aren't
going to hurt anything."

"It's four loads, dumbass! Four record breaking loads, by the looks of
it. Now move your hairy butt!"

"Four? You slut! I knew it, bro. Your ass was like a swamp. Are you
going to tell me whose nut juice I was marinating my dick in? Or did I
guess right, earlier?"

"It wasn't either of our dads'; but that was a hot guess. I think the
idea turned you on, too."

"Well?"

"You were number three. Bishop Steale was number two. I'll tell you who
the first dude was if you get up and help me strip this bed. Then you can
tell me what it is you wanted to talk about. What kind of advice are you
looking for?"

"Yeah, okay buddy. It's not really advice. I just need someone to talk
to; someone who's not going to be judging me....


Rather than help, he just stands there watching me pile up the sheets and
comforter on the floor. He looks fucking sexy; his thick swollen cock
hanging heavily between his legs. There's still some jizz dripping off
the tip. I bend down to catch it on my tongue. He automatically brings
his hands to my head and runs his fingers through my hair. I can tell
that wheels are turning in his head as he tries to come up with the right
words.


"So, are you going to tell me what's up? Are you nervous about the
wedding?"

"Not nervous, really. I am crazy about Lindsey. I can't wait to marry
her. But mostly, I can't wait to fuck her, dude!"

"So you guys haven't...."

"Oh, hell no! We haven't yet; but when we talk about it, she gets as
horny as I do. Until we go through the temple, the most she will do is
rub my boner through my jeans when we make out. I told her it just means
I have to beat off in the car on the drive home. She laughed
and confessed that she's been test driving a vibrator that one of her
non-member friends gave her at her bridal shower."

"You're serious? She told you that? I thought she was a good Mormon
girl."

"Hey! That's not fair, bro. She's got needs, too. We talk pretty
openly about everything. We have a whole list of things we want to try on
each other. Man, you should've seen us both rolling our eyes while that
old dude was talking about the evils of porn in Sacrament Meeting today.
Afterwards, Lindsey said it made her want to see what the geezer has
hiding in his browser history."

"No shit? She said that? I think I might have a pretty good idea what
revs him up. What would you say if I told you the `old geezer' was
responsible for pumping in load number one?"

"Get the fuck out! The evils-of-porn-is-a-victory-for-Satan High
Councilor is one of the fuckers who nailed your slutty ass?"

"Well somebody had to get me opened up for the Bishop!"

"What the hell? I was pushing his cum around in your ass, bro! Are you
serious? How does something like that even happen? Where?"

"In one of the classrooms at the church after most everyone had left.
They took turns watching the door."

"Fuck! I don't know about that High Councilman; but I'm freakin'
jealous that you hooked up with Bishop Steale again! Damn! Just when I
promised myself I was going to stop chasing Priesthood dick while Lindsey
and I get settled in."

"And you're okay with that? That's going to be a big change, bro."

"It's one of the things I'm trying to get my head around. Like I said,
I'm crazy about Lindsey; and once we're married, I can't wait to try all
the stuff I've dreamed about. I kind of worry that I might miss the
dick; but I've got to give her a fair chance. You know what I mean?"

"Sure, buddy. I know what you mean; but things might be different for
me. I'm beginning to realize that I might not be wired the same as the
rest of you guys. I can't remember the last time I thought about a girl
while I jerked off. Do you think it would be bad if I decided I was
gay? I know it would be rough church-wise and family-wise."

"Yeah, rough is probably an understatement. It wouldn't be easy; but
it's your life, buddy. You have to be true to yourself. You know that
I'll stick by you no matter what. You're my bro; ain't nothing going
to change that. But have you thought that maybe you just haven't met the
right girl yet; the one you can't resist."

"I dunno. We'll see. I'm not in an hurry. My life is crazy right now
with school and work; not to mention my fucking `special calling'."

"Dude, you better just enjoy the fact that your
`special calling' actually includes fucking. What a lucky son of a
bitch!"

"I know. I know. I'm having a blast, bro; I'm going to live it up
while I can. I'm not ready to settle down yet. Although, you remember I
told you I was going on that date last night with the non member dude?"

"Oh yeah. The construction guy. Chuck, right? Well? How was it? You
didn't even see his face that first time, right? When Brother B and
President Lyman whored you out to him? So how did it go? Did you wish you
still had the blindfold on? Or was he as good looking as he told you he
was?"

"He's pretty fucking hot, buddy.  He's a nice guy, too; with a
grown-up job and 401k. What's not to like? He's not really that much
older than us. We seemed to hit it off. You'll like him, Troy. He
has our twisted sense of humor."

"And a girlfriend, right?"

"He did; but he broke up with her. That kind of freaked me out when he
told me.  It wasn't because of me, though. He'd fooled around with guys
in college. Then after breeding me that first time, he said he'd never
cum that hard with a chick. So he decided that he's not done exploring;
he wants to figure some things out. He did ask me if I could ever see
myself settling down with just one person. The way we met was so freaky;
he couldn't help thinking I'm a slut. But then, when he found out I was
a virgin until a few weeks ago, he understood why I'm living it up now.
He said he was insatiable for months after the first time he got laid,
back in college."

"He sounds like a cool guy. When are you seeing him again?"

"He's supervising a big project out of state for the next several
months, so it's going to be hit and miss. He's already invited me to
come visit him, though."

"Well, I'm happy for ya. You'll have to keep me informed of all the
new Priesthood dick you're getting while I'm `off the market'.
Speaking of which, I know it's supposed to be a secret, but I heard you
fucked around with Brother Nilson, the Elders Quorum President."

"Who told you that, dude?"

"Don't worry! I'm not going to tell anyone; but that one really threw
me. Bro! Colby Nilson? A hot fucking cop? I never would've guessed in a
million years. My source tells me he thinks he has a boyfriend, too!
Damn! You are so fucking lucky!"

"I'm not going to argue with you there; but keep quiet about Colby.
He's already paranoid about people finding out. He is fucking sexy,
though. Plus, he has some friends visiting from Utah next week; a pair of
married daddies he's going to hook me up with. Sounds like they want to
take turns on my ass!"

"You, my friend, are living the dream!"




As Troy's heading out, I follow him down the stairs to the garage so I
can toss my sperm soaked sheets in the washing machine. He's
rattling off the names of all our friends that should be back in town
this weekend for his wedding. It will be good to see everyone again. My
ears perk up when he mentions Evan Pratt.


"Hey, remember when his dad went on that Scout trip with us?"

"Remember? Dude, that camping trip was the first time I had a cock in my
mouth! Bill Pratt caught me taking a leak and hauled out his whopper to
join me. When he saw me brick up, he forced me to my knees. After that
first taste of dick, I never looked back."

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I'd just planned on a quiet walk through the neighborhood as the sun was
going down. But before I know it, I'm standing on the Pratt's front
step and I'm ringing the bell. What the fuck am I thinking?

He's putting on a shirt as he answers the door, but hasn't buttoned it.
He is obviously going commando in his loose athletic shorts. He breaks
into a smile before I can get out the sentence I'd planned

"Hi Brother Pratt. I'm a friend of Evan's and....."

"Brodie! I haven't seen you in ages. You're looking good! But you
can drop that Brother Pratt shit. Call me Bill."

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