Date: Sun, 17 Jul 2022 19:56:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob <rob83401@yahoo.com>
Subject: Latter Day DILF- Chapter 3   Adult Friends

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Latter Day DILFChapter Three


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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It seemed impossible that I would be so horny again by the time I got
back to my apartment. Or maybe that should be, so horny still. I never
really went soft. How could I be so hard after already dropping two loads
in Brother Benton's furry butt over the past hour? I peeled off my
clothes as soon as I walked in the door. Looking down at my boner tenting
out my garments, I was amazed at how much cum was soaking through the
mesh fabric. Rather than throw them in the hamper and get cleaned up, I
carefully maneuvered my hard-on out of the fly. It looked so hot that I
snapped a pic with my phone. Maybe I'd send it to my `mentor' later.

It felt so wrong to take the photo with my G's on; but it really did
look hot poking out surrounded by all that white. Normally when I'm this
hard, my foreskin wouldn't be covering the head this much. As I slowly
skin it back, I realize it was all that drying jizz that was making it
such a sticky mess. With my foreskin retracted, I swear my dick stretched
out another inch. Now that I'd lost my virginity, I was seeing myself in
a whole new light. My dick looked bigger than it had this morning. I felt
more confident. I felt grown up. I'd waited so long to have sex; longer
than almost all my buddies. Heck, I was still wearing my CTR ring when
the guys who didn't go to church were getting to third base. I had some
catching up to do. I'd be darned if I was going to let guilt screw this
up.

I plopped down on my bed in my G's, my dick still standing straight up.
I put my hands behind my head and just looked down at the new me. They
taught us in Sunday School that pride was a sin; but that's what I'm
feeling. I'm so damn proud of myself! I wish there was someone I could
tell. Young guys are always bragging about their sex exploits. You learn
early on that a lot of them are just making up that crap; though I did
have a few close friends who secretly confided in me when they finally
did the deed back in high school. A couple of fellow RMs have even told
me how great it was to be married now and finally get to have sex
whenever they want, for the first couple months anyway.

I really wished I had someone I could tell; but my situation makes that
impossible.  It would be awesome to have someone I could brag to; someone
who wouldn't have a cow when I blurted out my sinful, forbidden news. I
mean, come on! I managed to go two rounds on my first time out! I
wanted to shout it from the rooftops! "Look what a stud I turned out to
be! I'm finally a man!"

Technically, it was really last night that I gave up my virginity; but
this feels different somehow. Don't get me wrong, I freakin' loved it
when Brother B bent me over the workbench in his garage last night and
came inside me. I'm definitely eager to try that again. I guess gay
dudes, if that's what I am, are lucky `cause they get to lose their
V-card twice. The two sexual acts are polar opposites. Having him deep
inside me was hot; but it was like I was a whole other person when I
pushed him against the counter in his kitchen today and had him
submitting to me. I didn't feel like I was less of a man when I let him
cum in me yesterday; and today he seemed proud to have me breed him. Darn
it! I am so eager to try everything. Those first two times just made me
hungry for more.

I keep wondering when I'm going to have another chance. Brother Benton
said he's going to introduce me to some guys. It sounds like there are a
few other brethren in the ward, plus some carefully vetted non-members he
thinks I'd like; but he's going to be out of town for work the next two
days, so I guess I'll have to wait. I even consider going back to the
hookup app; but what are the chances of getting so lucky on there two
times in a row.

I'm perfectly aware that I'm probably letting all these thoughts run
around in my head to keep from thinking about that final bit of
information Brother B let slip as we were getting dressed. I could tell
he was worried about how I'd react. He even stayed to talk it out, even
though he was already late getting back to his office. I guess he thought
I was being too calm after hearing such big news; or maybe he
thought that I didn't understand what he was telling me.

I'm not going to lie. I was kind of stunned when he dropped the
bombshell that my dad was one of the men in the ward who liked to play
around with other Priesthood holders on the down low. I didn't ask
Brother Benton for any details; even though it seemed like he wanted to
tell me more. The way the news came out, it was obvious that Brother B
had personally screwed around with my dad on more than one occasion. That
was more than enough for me to process for one day. He pointedly asked if
I had any questions. At the time, it almost seemed like an invasion of my
dad's privacy. Does that make sense? In the last twenty-four hours, I
feel like I have entered into a secret life, one that I'd like to have
some kind of control over; it was only fair that Dad was allowed a secret
of his own. In a way, I kind of saw it as a validation of my newfound
sexuality. My dad is smart and stable and responsible. If he enjoyed a
bit of man-on-man action, and managed to rationalize it despite the vows
he'd made; I figured he wouldn't be too upset when he discovered that I
was getting my dick wet, too.

My only question for Brother B was whether he had already told my dad
about him and me. He assured me he had not. But he did say my dad was his
friend and that they trust each other. He told me to take whatever time I
needed; but eventually Dad was going to find out. He didn't want to
jeopardize their friendship by having us sneak around behind his back. It
just reinforced my view of Brother Benton as a stand-up kind of guy and a
loyal friend, someone I could trust.  I told him we could talk about it
when he got back from his business trip.

I stayed there sprawled out on my bed for way too long. I knew I
should've gotten up, hopped in the shower and started studying. But
lying there with my hands behind my head, I was getting a pretty good
whiff of my pits. I had really worked up a sweat plowing into that hairy
daddy ass earlier. The musky smell definitely wasn't helping my boner go
down. I was initially going to try and squeeze in a nap before my night
class. I mean, I didn't get much sleep last night, due to my excitement
and horniness; but there were still too many things spinning around in my
head.

Maybe I should have asked Brother B for some of the dirt on my dad. I've
always thought dad was handsome; and he keeps himself in great shape. My
mind flashed back to my dream this morning and the memories it stirred up
of seeing dad in his garments when I was younger. I got hung up on the
image of his furry butt through the flap in the back. I still wasn't
thinking about me and dad getting it on. But damn did my dick start to
twitch at the mental image of my dad and Brother B together. The contrast
of dad's dark, furry body next to Brother Benton's ginger hair that's
starting to grey. They're about the same age, but my dad's running and
gym routine has him more toned; though I do love Brother B's little
belly.

I must have dozed off. In my dream, I was picturing dad in his cotton two
piece garments, lying on the bed he usually shared with my mother. His
G top was pushed up to his chest; his hand, casually rubbing the dark
hair on his flat stomach, then reaching up to flick his nipple. The
clingy cotton garment bottoms showed a huge bulge at the crotch. Then he
looks up as Brother Benton comes out of the master bathroom wearing
nothing but his green temple apron....

Holy fuck! That was enough to get me awake, on my feet, and headed to the
shower. I was going to hell, for sure! I needed to clear my head. I
don't know where the fuck that visual came from. One thing was certain,
I was going to have to start the shower on ice-cold to get my
fucking boner to subside.

 At least the swearing is coming more naturally.

After a long shower, I pulled on some clean garments. I figured I
had better go over the reading assignment for tonight's class. As an
afterthought, I also slid on a pair of loose basketball shorts, noticing
that they're not nearly long enough to fully cover my G's. I knew if I
sat at my desk in my underwear I'd probably start chubbing up again.

Just as I finished the assigned chapters, I heard a car pull up. Since I
got home from my mission, I've been living in the apartment over my
parent's garage. It's too early for mom or dad to be home, so I open
the window and poke my head out to see who's here. My old high school
buddy, Wayne, is just starting up the sidewalk. I haven't seen him since
I got back.


"Dude! Up here, doofus! Where do you think you're going?"

"Brodie! Dude! My dad said you were living at your folk's place. I
figured you'd be in your old room. How did you score the apartment,
buddy? You used to dream about having your own private space up there,
remember?"

"Heck yeah! Come on up, bro! I'm glad to see ya!"


Wayne had been a year ahead of me in school. He got married super fast
after his mission. He and Lorene moved a couple hours away so she could
finish college. I hadn't had a chance to see him since I got home. I
went to the door and watched him climbing the stairs. Wayne had played
varsity ball and was always popular. I was quieter and never in his
league when it came to sports. Still, he always included me in his plans
and we'd been good friends.

At the top of the stairs he threw his arms around me and gave me a
massive hug. Wayne was a big guy and he was looking jacked. He appeared
to be in even better shape than when we were in school. I grabbed us both
a Coke and we sat on the bed to catch up.


"Really, Elder? You're drinking caffeine-free Coke? You've been home
long enough to let your hair down, bud."

"Quit complaining, Wayne! I stock my mini fridge with whatever I can
swipe out of my parent's pantry. Don't make me give you the Word of
Wisdom lesson. I still know it by heart."


It's so good to see him. I couldn't begin to count the number of times
we sat across from each other on my bed just like this. We used to tell
each other everything. Well, I'm my case, almost everything. The jeans
Wayne is wearing are tight enough for me to see the hem of his garments
through the heavy denim. I quickly glance up at his crotch. Holy heck!
Has that gotten bigger too? Is he hard right now? He has to be! I guess
I'm checking him out a bit too long. When I see him grab at his bulge,
my eyes dart up to his face.

I'm busted! He's grinning at having caught me. He reaches over and tugs
at the leg of my G's where they're exposed beyond my shorts.


"That's a good look for you, Elder. You either need to invest in some
longer shorts; get yourself some sexy heathen undies; or just go commando
under those! Oh, come on Brodie. Lighten up!  That was funny. Don't look
so nervous. I like seeing you check me out, dude."

"Wayne  it's not like that. I..."


He cuts me off. Words start to pour out of him as he squeezes my bare
knee.


"It's okay, Brodie. Really! Hey, I haven't told you my big news. It's
the reason I came over. Me and Lorene are moving back here. She finished
her degree and I'm going to transfer to the college here. She's been
awfully homesick. We're going to stay with her folks until we find a
place of our own. Dad said I could work for his firm part-time while I
take classes. In fact, I just came from his office. I ran into one of his
partners while I was there. I think you know him, Ron Benton; isn't he
in your ward?"

"Uh, uh yeah. He is. He moved in while I was on my mission."

"I know, dude! He lived in my ward before that. Me and Brother B go way
back. He's fuckin' awesome, isn't he?"

"Umm, yeah. He seems pretty cool, I guess. I've never heard you swear
before, Wayne."

"Oh, I swear all the time now, bud, just not around the wife. It was
funny, actually. When I poked my head in Brother B's office, he was bent
over picking up a file he'd dropped on the floor. Dude, he had a huge
wet spot on the seat of his slacks. What do you think that could've
been?"

"Wayne, I'm not sure why you're telling me all this."

"You'll like this, Brodie! Me and Brother B don't have any secrets
from each other. He told me he met up with a hot, recently returned
missionary on his lunch hour. Said the dude blasted two huge loads up his
ass. Two! He said he'd already been to the restroom several times since
he got back to the office, but there was no end to it; it just kept
seeping out. I told him this new RM buddy of his sounded like an absolute
legend!"

"He told you all that?"

"He told me a lot of stuff, bro. Didn't I say we don't keep secrets
from each other? Here's the thing with Brother B and me: he's been
raw-dogging my ass since before I left on my mission. I can't get enough
of that fat cock of his. Sometimes he whores me out to his
church buddies. It's the main reason I let Lorene talk me into moving
back here. I found a few guys to fuck around with where we've been
living; but nothing like I was used to here.  My wife has no idea how
many times I've railed her while I still had a sacred `blessing' deep
inside me. A blessing some hot priesthood holder had administered to
me."

"Holy fuck, dude!"

"Attaboy, Elder! Hearing you swear just makes me hotter for you!"

"Since before your mission?"

"The week I turned eighteen, dude! When I coaxed the big news about you
out of Ron today, I was so fucking psyched! I used to check out your
long, uncut dick in the showers, bud. That last half of our senior year,
after I found out how much I loved getting fucked, I was so tempted to
try and seduce you. But you were always such a good Mormon kid. Brother B
had warned me to be careful. He said so many young guys confess
everything in their mission interviews; then the higher-ups try to get
them to rat out the guys they'd played around with. I love taking daddy
dick; but I don't wanna be excommunicated for it. The main reason
though, is I didn't want to lose you as a friend. I was afraid you'd be
grossed out if you found out what a cum-dump I was turning in to.

"I can't believe you're just telling me this now, dude. I was
thinking about this kind of stuff back then; but I felt like I was the
only one. You know I was checking you out in the lockers too, Wayne. Even
soft, your cock always looked so damn big. I'm curious though why you
call yourself a cum-dump; and you only mention the daddies from church
fucking you. It's never the other way round? You never want to do the
breeding?"

"Dude, I love fucking Lorene. She'll suck me off sometimes, too; but only
when she's having her period. I know she doesn't really like to do it, so
I don't push her.  Now don't  be mad, but Brother B told me all about
your two times with him. He said that you are a fucking natural, whether
you're giving or taking. For me though, I get hella submissive when I'm
with another dude. I fucking love to suck a daddy's cock; lick his balls
and ass; and drop my G's to take their priesthood deep. I don't even
care if they're rough with me. I just feel like it's my calling to serve.
Lots of the guys just like to top; I fucking love to be used. I guess it
takes all kinds, huh?"

"Your calling, eh? Your special calling?"

"Fuckin' right! Called to serve. Eager to humble myself beneath a
righteous priesthood holder! My favorite Psalm is, "His rod and his
staff, they comfort me"!  Come on, dude! That was fuckin' funny!"

"I agree, bud. I'm never going to look at that verse the same."


He's had his hand on my knee this whole time. My legs are pretty hairy
and he seems to like it. He starts sliding his hand up further under my
garments. My dick is raging. On autopilot I raise a hand up to pinch my
nip. As he watches me, he nods his head up and down and licks his lower
lip.


"So Elder, do you have any plans for tonight? Any time to reconnect with
an old pal?"

"I have a chemistry class at six. It's supposed to last three hours,
but he usually lets us go by eight or eight-thirty."

"That's perfect! A bunch of the old high school gang are going to play
some basketball tonight at eight. Pretty sure they said it's in the gym
at your ward. Come over after you get out of class. It won't matter if
you're a little late. I'm supposed to go to dinner with the in-laws
before that. But that still gives us an hour now, bro. You have any nut
left in those balls of yours after dumping two loads in Brother B? Two
fucking loads, stud! He said you could've gone for three if he'd had
time. Said your boner never did go down."

"He really does get my juices flowing. I could easily have gone again."

"How about me? Do I get your juices flowing?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"


He gets up on his knees; and then slides down onto his stomach on the
bed. He ends up with a hand on each thigh and his face buried in my
crotch. The silky athletic shorts and my G's do little to hide how hard
I am. When he starts to bite at my cock through the fabric, I start to
moan. Fuck yeah! He knows his stuff! With his hands on my waistband, I
lift up my hips. Rather than pull everything off at once, he just slips
my shorts down; leaving my garments in place. I can feel the heat from
his breath as it permeates the mesh covering my cock. Damn! This is
`captain of the football team', Wayne. The hottest jock at our school.
I move my hands down to his head to run my fingers through his short
hair. It earns me a growl from him. He raises his head so he can make eye
contact with me as he tugs down my garments and takes my cock into his
mouth.

The dude may not have his own foreskin; but he must have handled his fair
share. He knows exactly what to do. After gently nibbling the end, his
tongue slips inside and swirls around the head.  I am totally out of it;
I feel like I am floating above my body, looking down. Just when
I get used to his magic tongue, he opens wide and takes me all the way
down his throat. I can feel his muscles in his neck spasm and massage the
tip of my dick. I tighten my grip on his head and hold him down, even
though he is starting to gag. I'm worried I've gone too far, until he
looks at me again with tears streaming down my face. It takes a few
seconds before he gets out a raspy whisper.


"I'm stronger than you, fucker. If I have to breathe, I can break away
and breathe. I got so fucking hard when he held me down just then! Now
promise me you're going to fuck me like that!"


The words seem so alien coming out of my old buddy's mouth. Looks like
my easy-going friend has another side to him. I intend to do what he
asks, but I want a little more of that mouth action first. With one hand
at the base of my cock and the other on the back of his head, I slowly
guide him down. I don't stop until his lips are on my pubes. Holding him
steady, I jerk my hips to drive that extra fraction of an inch in. When
he tries to pull away the first time, I tighten my grip. He chokes,
sputters, then overpowers me and gasps for air.


"You learn fast, stud. If this is the new Brodie after less
than twenty-four hours of experience, god help us. You're going to be
very popular, bro!"

"Damn, Wayne! We could've been doing this in high school? All that
wasted time!"

"I don't know. I took to having sex with those daddies fairly quick;
but they treated me with kid gloves back then. Most were actually kinda
sweet."

"I can probably do 'sweet'."

"I don't have a lot of time today.  But once I get moved and settled
back here, we can have some tender times together, and some raunchy
ones. For now though, how about you just fuck my ass and dump your load
without thinking. A quick, animalistic breeding."

"I like that. But I don't have lube, bud. Guess I need to buy some if
I'm going to have dudes over here. I've got lotion; will that work?"

"Brother B told me you rimmed his ass. Are you okay with it? Fuck, did
he really say you ate him out after you'd flooded his ass, too? Christ!
Listen bro, enough men have used this talented cunt of mine, spit is all
the lube we're gonna need!"


He gets up and stands at the side of the bed. As he pulls his tee shirt
over his head, he never breaks eye contact. Shit! He had looked buff with
his clothes on; but as they come off, I can't believe what I'm seeing.
He's so ripped that his one-piece G's are straining to hold him in. His
garments hug his pumped up chest. His hard, eraser-sized nips are pushing
out against the markings. His chest looks even bigger due to his tight
narrow waist. He pops the buttons on his jeans and turns to the side as
he pushes them down, showing off his round, squat-toned, bubble butt. The
silky fabric clings tightly to his ass cheeks; tight enough that they are
tucked into his crack, accentuating those muscular mounds.

As he steps out of his jeans, I get off the bed to run my hands over
that perfect ass. He offers no resistance when I push his chest down onto
the bed and kneel down to bury my face in his garment clad butt. Reaching
back, he pulls on the side of his G's, causing them to slowly part and
expose his smooth, hairless crack. As I begin to run my tongue along it,
he holds his cheeks and pulls them apart. With my puckered target finally
visible, I dive in and chow down.

It's so damn hot the way his hole opens for my tongue. I rub my finger
around the edge and tease him; then slide it in. One finger slips in with
little resistance, so I add another one. He moans so loud, I'm glad
there's no one else home. Anyone down in the garage would be able to
hear everything. After working in a third finger, I figure he's more
than ready. I raise up onto my feet and slap his ass hard! He growls as
he gets up and kneels on the edge of the bed. He presses his chest
against the mattress and arches his back to present his perfect
smooth ass to me. He honestly looks hotter than any porn star out there.
Then, when I don't think it can get any better, he reaches back and
teases his cunt with his index finger; making it blossom open for my
entry.

Holy fuck! It's too much for me. I'm glad he said he wants an animalistic
fuck, because I can feel my libido taking over. His unashamed hunger has
my cock leaking a steady stream. The rear butt flap in his G's is parting
just enough to frame his crack. I think about how I kept Brother Benton's
garments pushed to the side to keep them from getting dirty. I'm not
concerned about that now. I don't care if he leaves here with his magic
undies stained with my jizz and spit; and whatever ass juice might be
mixed in, as well.  He said he lives for cum in his ass? Well, all I want
right now, is for him to feel me mark him with my seed. I plan to leave
his ass as wet and sloppy as Brother B's. I cup my hand under the head of
my cock and let saliva drool down until I'm slicked up. Then with the end
of my dick pressed tight against his hole, I loudly spit again. Bullseye!
The saliva fills his pucker as he makes it wink for me.

I take a deep breath, and in one long drive I ram my cock all the way
into his hole until I bottom out. My dick is throbbing as I press my
hairy crotch against his smooth ass and hold it there. I can tell I
just knocked the wind out of him. It makes me even harder. The moans
coming out of his mouth spur me on.


"Is that what you wanted, stud? My big dick deep in that beefy, muscle
ass of yours? Hang on, fucker! I'll show you how animals fuck!"


I wasn't expecting, and didn't wait for, an answer. I just started to
fuck like my life depended on it. Earlier with Brother B, I found myself
trying things I remembered from porn. Not this time. We're making our own
porn now. All I'm thinking about it how fucking good his cunt feels
wrapped around my dick; and how fucking hot his vulnerability is making
me. I'm making long, rapid strokes. Each time I hammer home,
I'm rewarded with a grunt. In an effort to plow in as hard as I can, I
pull back until just before my cock head leaves his ass, before driving
back in. Then, trying to withdraw right to the very tip; my cock
slips out. Eager to get back inside, I hold myself back a couple inches;
then aiming toward his hole, I'm really able to get more force behind
the thrust. It feels so damn good, I keep repeating that move. I pull all
the way out, then plunge in. After the first couple stabs, I realize I
don't even need to use my hands. My cock is like a heat-seeking missile;
and Wayne's smooth ass is the hottest thing in the room.

When I almost cum, I pull out and grab him by the hips to roll him over.
He looks like he's in a trance; but he smiles up at me and throws his
legs in the air. I get behind him on the bed and scoot in close.
Then when the end of my dick makes contact with his hole, I move my hips
to spear into him as I lean down to whisper roughly in his ear.


"Best fuck yet, Wayne. I can't get enough of your slutty hole, dude.
You want me to empty my balls in you? Ready for some spunk in that
cunt."

"Fuckin' breed me, Elder! Keep swearing like that and I'll take all
you got!"


This position is so much better. All of a sudden I see all the things I
was missing out on when I was railing him from behind. The fat cock of
his that I've never seen hard is tenting out his garments. The friction
from the slick fabric is creating a huge wet circle of precum. I work my
hand inside his fly and wiggle his cock out. He's so fucking thick and
there's a sweet upward curve. I can feel something strange at the
base.  Pulling his balls out of his fly, I'm surprised to see a wide
steel band encircling his junk. It's the first cock ring I've seen
outside of porn. With his fly stretched open and his prick on display, I
decide then and there that someday, even if I have to tie him down, I'm
going to sit on that fat fucker. I get a tight grip on him and tease him
by smearing his cock drool around the head.

If I thought his nips were pushing against his G's before, they look
like they're ready to bust out now. I pinch one through the
temple marking with my free hand, before leaning down so our faces are
centimeters apart. Why have I not kissed this hot fucking jock yet? As
soon as our lips meet, I feel my load start to churn. I devour his tongue
as my hips move into jackrabbit mode. Before my cum can travel the full
length of my cock, he begins to fill my hand with jizz. I'm only seconds
behind him. Still kissing him, without even thinking about it, the hand
that was working his nip slides up to grip his throat. I feel him gasp
for air as I flood his guts with my seed. I feel fucking immortal! The
cum keeps spurting out of me until my balls dry.

I wish we had time to lay in bed until I get my second wind; but he
needs to go. He declines my offer to shower; saying it wasn't going to
do much good without a change of clothes for afterward. I feel kind of
torn because I know I could develop feelings for the sexy jock; but I
totally realize that that's not what this is about. Not even close.

It's a struggle to concentrate in class, though I do a fairly good job
of pushing aside my newfound obsession long enough to make it to the end.
I have a gym bag in the car; but I've decided I'm probably not going to
play. I just figure I'll stop long enough to say hi to the old gang. I
have a full day at work tomorrow; then another class right after. I
seriously need to go home and get some sleep after the night and day
I've had.

The back door of the stake house where our ward meets is propped open.
There are more cars here than I'd anticipated. As I come in the back, I
can hear gym shoes squeaking, along with the hoots and laughter. As I
turn the corner of the hallway, I see Bishop Steale sitting on the sofa
in the lobby, like he's waiting for someone. He must have an interview
because he's wearing a suit and tie on a weeknight.

Bishop Steale in a suit, doesn't look like any other bishop in a suit
that I've ever seen. He's a fitness nut; CrossFit to be precise. He's
passionate about it and it shows. I've heard rumors that ward members
have complained about how tight his suits are. No complaints from me.
I've cranked out more than one Sunday afternoon load, thinking about him
after I got home from Sacrament Meeting. He's awfully young to be a
bishop. Maybe it's to compensate for his age, or in an effort to be
taken seriously; but he always comes across as being very stern and
reserved.

When he sees me, he stands up to greet me. Is he waiting here for me? As
he shakes my hand, he still doesn't crack a smile. He seems so solemn;
not like he's angry, just cool and aloof.


"Hi, Bishop Steale. How are you?"

"Hello, Brother Smith. I'd like a few minutes with you, if I may.
Let's go to my office, where we can talk without being interrupted."


It's not very charitable of me, but my first reaction is, `Great.
Another ward assignment!' I just wish I could read this guy better.
He's such a hunk; but so humorless and intense. At least I enjoy looking
at him from behind in his tight suit, as I follow him to his office. He
directs me to a chair in front of his desk. He begins to head for his
leather chair behind the desk; then seems to reconsider and comes back
around to sit on the edge of his desk directly in front of me. He
unbuttons his suit jacket and asks if I will join him in a word of
prayer.

I hear his monotone voice begin to pray without really listening to the
words. I check to make sure his eyes are closed, before glancing down at
his tightly tailored trousers. I'm stunned to see his penis prominently
telegraphing through the fabric. It's lying against his thigh and it
looks huge. I hurry to close my eyes, thinking the prayer is about to
end. When he continues to drone on, I can't resist one more look. Is it
getting harder? I must be imagining this! I look up at his face as
he continues to pray; but now his eyes are wide open. He's watching me
stare in awe at his impressive crotch.

Not knowing what else to do, I hurriedly close my eyes until I hear him
say Amen. When I open my eyes, he is still looking straight at me. His
hand is now resting on the enormous bulge along his leg.  I try to
keep my eyes on his face. But in my peripheral vision I can't help notice
as he slowly, almost imperceptibly, begins to move his hand along his
length. The silence is scary; but I don't know what to say. Still looking
at me, he removes his hand from his thigh. There no longer any question,
Bishop Steale is erect and throbbing. He doesn't acknowledge it. He just
keeps looking at me.


"You've been home from your mission for six months, Elder. The General
Authorities believe that's sufficient time for a young man to find an
eternal companion. Starting a family is a vital step in the gospel plan.
There are practical considerations, too. At your age, there are natural
urges that can be difficult to control. A married man has an outlet for
those urges. I would be very disappointed if a returned missionary under
my command did anything to defile one of the pure young women in the
ward; simply because he didn't take his responsibilities seriously."


He looks at me like he's expecting a response. I have no idea what to
say. In the silence, he looks down to acknowledge the hard, pulsing
appendage that is so obvious under his clothes.


"Of course, there are some righteous priesthood holders whose wives
can't, or won't, see to the needs of their eternal mates. Do you
understand what I'm saying, Elder?"

"I'm sorry, Bishop Steale. I...."

"Please, call me Jason for tonight. Or better yet, call me by my new
name, Adam."


Before either of us can say anything else, there is a knock at the office
door. It opens and a handsome older gentleman pokes his head in. When he
looks up to acknowledge him, Bishop Steale slyly smiles for the first
time tonight.


"We've been expecting you, President Lyman. Please, lock the door
behind you; and join us."




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