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Latter Day DILF Chapter Eleven
I can't believe the summer has already come and gone. The time has flown by. I feel kind of guilty that I haven't done a better job of keeping you all updated on my horny, Latter Day adventures; but the last few months have been beyond crazy! Just when I think my life can't get any better, I discover more horny, Melchizedek brethren; all of them seeking relief.
You know, it wasn't really that long ago that I was a just another hormone-fueled RM, saving his virginity until it was time for a temple marriage. My outlook changed when Brother Benton initiated me into the ways of the higher Priesthood. Can anything be hotter than the transcending, spiritual moment when one of the Lord's anointed strips down in front of you, revealing their hard prick as it strains against their snow white Gs. I'm telling you, even if it weren't for my special calling, I could never turn down a fellow Priesthood holder in need.
Now keep in mind that I'm squeezing all this nonstop Priesthood fuckery into an otherwise busy life. I've been working, in addition to taking night classes at the university, since I got home from my mission. I've finally got enough money saved up to start going to school full time this semester. I begin next week. I lucked out and was able to squeeze all of my courses into three days a week, so I can keep working Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Paul, the boss at my part time job really likes the work I've done so far; but I have a sneaking suspicion that he might like me for more than just my work ethic. I'm pretty sure I've caught him checking me out a few times when he thought I wasn't looking. Trust me; I've been checking him out since my first interview. He's a handsome, married
daddy; a former Bishop in the Ward next to ours. Paul is close to my dad's age and has the dad-bod to prove it. At first I'd just catch him ogling me; but lately, he's gotten kind of handsy, as well. He's started to put his arm over my shoulder or grip the back of my neck as he goes over my assignments with me in my cubicle. It might be innocent; but it never fails to chub me up. When I told him I'd be willing to come in some Saturdays to stay on top of my workload this semester, he jumped at my offer. He even gave me a key to the office. He told me that he's usually the only one in the office on Saturday mornings; so he's looking forward to the company. But it was the last thing he said that really got to me. He told me that President Lyman is a good friend of his. Now keep in mind that it was President Lyman and Bishop Steale that called me to fulfill the sexual needs of my fellow Priesthood holders. Supposedly, President Lyman told Paul that I had a lot of hidden talents. So it sounds like I might have another Mormon daddy to add to my to-do list.
Like I said, summer is in the rearview mirror; today is Labor Day. I could have taken advantage of the holiday and slept in; but I really want to be caught up on my work before the new school year begins. I was at my desk by 8am this morning and it's nearly noon now. I've been horny as fuck all morning, so I was kind of disappointed that my boss wasn't around. It's probably just as well that he wasn't, because there are a few other over-achievers here today. Hopefully this next Saturday it will just be the two of us. I'm eager to show my boss some of those hidden talents President Lyman hinted at.
Walking out into the sunshine after being cooped up in my cubicle, I feel my dick start to swell and lengthen under my cotton Gs. With work out of the way, I'm really hoping for some play time this afternoon. I must have dick on my mind, because I scan the nearly empty employee parking lot for my car for a few seconds, before I remember that I'm driving Dad's truck today. Since he was off work for the holiday, he offered to change the oil in my car for me this morning. I have the best dad ever. He's really been worried about my hectic schedule. He keeps telling me I'm taking on too much, but I think he's secretly glad that I'm not slacking. He's set a good example for me, encouraging me to be industrious. And fortunately, since he's a fellow Melchizedek horndog, he knows that even if I were to try and lighten my schedule, sex is the one thing I would not be cutting back on.
I've told you about some of the wild fun Dad and I have had together when we've been with other Priesthood holders; but he and I have never shared private details about our individual hookups. I haven't even found the right time yet to tell him about my special calling from President Lyman and Bishop Steale. Since I'm still living in the apartment above my folks garage, I'm sure he sees some of my LDS fuck buddies coming and going. It must be kind of weird for him. He knows most of them from church. Then again, he's also had his dick inside some of them at one time or another. And in answer to the question so many of you have asked, my dad and I have yet to play around with each other, one on one. Maybe in the future? You just never know,
I've also been spending as much time as I can this past summer with Chuck, the hot construction foreman my Stake President, Arnie Lyman, introduced me to in chapter eight. When I say introduced, I really mean that President Lyman whored my ass out to Chuck as a favor. That encounter was an eye opener for Chuck. He'd fooled around a bit with guys in college; but until that day on the construction site, it had been years since he had fucked another dude. Chuck is different from the other guys I've been screwing around with. He's the only one out of all of them that I'm starting to develop feelings for. Most of the others are married anyway; so with the them, it's just about sex. I feel comfortable with Chuck. He's older, but I think we're a good match. I have a ton of stories to share with you about him. He may have suppressed his bisexual urges for ages, but when he got 'back in the saddle' he realized what he had been missing.
Lucky for me, Chuck doesn't have a jealous bone in his body. Even though he's started to teasingly call me his boyfriend when we're alone, he still loves hearing about all the Priesthood holders that I service when he's not around. The only problem is that sexy Chuck has just left town to supervise a big project out of town. Since we'll be apart for several months, I've encouraged him to start doing some experimenting with guys on his own. He's promised to share all the juicy details. I'm hoping to go spend the weekend with him on my mid-semester break. He's been wanting to try a threesome with me and another dude. Maybe we can remedy that when I go to see him.
We had a chance for some group fun few weeks ago, when I had my second meetup with Colby, my Elder's Quorum President and his hot partner on the city police force, Mark. They had planned to come over to my apartment one morning after their night shift ended; but at the last minute, Chuck had a "fire" to put out at work and couldn't make it. Instead he had to settle for a couple of short videos of the action that we made for him.
My friendship with Colby and Mark also led to one of the hottest sexual experiences I've had so far. And with all the awesome Melchizedek Priesthood dick in my life lately, that is saying something. Colby arranged to have me meet up with a hot married couple from Utah. They are the High Priests who taught him all he knows about man to man sex. When they told him they were going to be visiting our town, Colby lined everything up for an amazing night. Sam and Taft ended up being two of the sexiest daddies on the planet. I can't wait to tell you about that night. It was one for the record books. For now, I'll just say that the experience was a combination of steaming-hot sex and spiritual ritual. It changed the way I think about the Temple ordinances.
Looking back, it's hard to believe that I had only been home from my mission for a few months before I had sex with a man for the first time. If you told me back then that I would be getting laid this much now, I never would have believed you. Seriously, it can be a full time job just servicing the Priesthood holders that my Stake President and Bishop send my way. Even with my hectic schedule, I have never once considered turning down any of those opportunities. Honestly, I'm having a fucking blast: and in the Church, we're taught to never turn down a calling, right? My Priesthood leaders called me to serve. I feel like I have a responsibility to make them proud. Plus, I love the secretive, taboo nature of my assignment. I mean, it's not the kind of calling they could announce from the pulpit, is it? It's not as if I had been called to teach Sunday School and they announced it the next Sunday in Church. Can you imagine the reaction from the congregation if my Higher Priesthood position was presented for a sustaining vote in Sacrament Meeting?
"Brothers and Sisters, Brodie has been called, and has accepted, the dual position of Melchizedek Seed Spreader and Cumdump. If you feel that you can sustain and support him in this calling, raise your hand to the square and say aye! Those opposed?"
As I am idling at the stop light in Dad's truck, a car horn brings me out of my sleazy daydream. The honk is coming from a sexy black convertible behind me. Now there is no way in hell that any of my friends can afford a ride like that, so I have no clue who it might be. Then as I signal to turn onto my street, the little black car follows me. My phone pings with an incoming text. It's Bishop Steale. That's weird. He's just sent me a picture from those Book of Mormon storybooks for kids. You know, the kind they use in Sunday School. This particular illustration shows Mosiah's son, Ammon, as he's forced to kneel down before the King of the Ishmaelites. I don't know what the Church leaders were thinking back then; but the drawings that they commissioned for these storybooks are very homo-erotic. The good guys and the bad guys are both portrayed with bulging muscles; stripped to the waist and glistening with a sweaty sheen in the Central American sun. There apparently were no Gs back then for those studs.
I turn into my folk's driveway, open the garage door and ease Dad's truck into his parking spot. The black convertible pulls into the driveway behind me. I kill the engine and hop down out of the truck; just in time to see my studly Bishop unfold his tall, buff body out of the low slung sports car. Now Bishop Steale can look hot as fuck in the suits he wears to church. I know he has them snugly tailored to accentuate his Crossfit gains. But those suits are nothing compared to the gray sweatpants he has on today. And to top it off, it looks like he's freeballing. I can see his big dick swaying back and forth behind the soft cotton. Damn! My Bishop is a fucking stallion! As I walk towards him, I notice that the car he's driving is actually a new Mercedes with dealer license plates. The sticker is still in the window. Seriously, how many bishops roll up in wheels like that?
"Hey, Bishop Steale! That's a beautiful car, sir."
"Just a test drive for now, Brodie. I've had my eye on it for a long time, though. It's my dream car. I guess I'm going to have to put on the charm, if I'm going to convince Sister Steale to let me buy it."
"I'm sure that won't be a problem. You seem to have a way of getting what you want, Bishop."
"I'm glad you realize that, Elder. Are your parents home today?"
"Just Dad. Mom's out of town for a few days.""
"I noticed you in your dad's truck back at the last stoplight. It was perfect timing, because I've been boned up from the minute I strapped myself into this convertible. I could really use some relief, son. Sending that Book of Mormon picture was my way of reminding you of your calling. Are you going to help your Priesthood leader with his problem today?"
As he spoke, he slid one hand up under his tee shirt, exposing just enough of his abs to tease me. I was mesmerized by the swirl of neatly trimmed hair on his taut stomach. I could see the waistband of his Gs, showing above his thread bare sweats. So I guess he isn't going commando, after all. His big dick is obviously filling with blood. It's clearly visible through both thin layers of fabric. He lightly brushes the back of his hand against the bulge, making it twitch. Seeing me staring at the show he's putting on for me, he rests his hand on the back of my neck and ushers me into the garage. His firm grip is all it takes to send shockwaves all the way down to my own boner.
"You know I'm always here to help you, Bishop. I wasn't expecting company though, so my apartment upstairs is a little messy. I hope you don't mind."
"I really don't have much time, Brodie; but I do need to drain my balls. I just need that mouth of yours for a few minutes. It shouldn't take me long."
What can I say, the guy likes to be in charge. Releasing his hold on my neck, he struts around to the front of Dad's pickup and pushes both his sweatpants and garments down to mid thigh. His long, heavy dick springs out and bounces up and down. As it continues to lengthen, the foreskin eases back, exposing his glistening glans. He casually leans back, settling his bare ass against the grill of Dad's truck and smiles at me, waiting. As fucking hot as he looks right now, I don't want to do this here in the garage. But I wasn't kidding when I said Bishop Steale always gets his way.
"Uh Bishop? Dad could come out here any time, sir. Are you sure you don't want to go up to my room?"
"Brodie, from what I hear, it wouldn't be the first time your dad saw you with a cock down your throat. Isn't that right?"
"Umm, yes sir. I guess that's true. At least let me just close the garage door."
"Elder, President Lyman and I specifically selected you for your obedience. Now up to this point, I've never questioned it; but I'll tell you now, I'm not letting that fucking car out of my sight. I don't even know if I can afford to buy the damn thing, let alone have anything happen to it while I'm test driving it. Just get on your knees, Brodie. I want to see you bowing down to me. Bow down like Mosiah's son, Ammon, is doing for King Lamoni in that picture!"
Oh, what the fuck! I figure if Dad catches me, it's not the end of the world. I pop the buttons on my jeans and slip my hand inside as I kneel in front of this muscular stud. I start by burying my nose in his crotch as I fondle his balls with my left hand. I take a deep breath to huff in his scent. He pulls the front of his tee shirt and garments up, hooking the hem behind his head. His fat dick is dripping precum. As soon as I lick it up, another drop rapidly takes its place. This guy is like a faucet. I can't wait any longer. I angle the head of his cock down to line up with my mouth. Then as I open wide, the Bishop interrupts me.
"Look up at me, Brodie! I don't want you to take your eyes off of mine while you service me."
I look up to see him holding his phone. A camera click tells me we're amping the game up a notch. It's going to take more than that to throw me off my task. I fucking love to suck Melchizedek Priesthood dick. I open wide so I can get the entire head of his uncut cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around under his foreskin. There is so much precum trapped in there. Still looking up at him, I see him start to record. He appears to be pleased that I'm letting him film me without any protest.
"Get your cock out, son. Stroke yourself while you suck me. Let's see how fast you can cum while you're servicing your Bishop's big dick. I seriously don't have much time, Brodie; and your throat feels so damn good, I'm not going to last long anyway!"
From my perspective, kneeling on the concrete floor and looking up at his exposed chest, I can't help thinking how much he really does looks like one of those over-the-top Book of Mormon illustrations. Bishop Steale has muscles on top of muscles, to go along with his alpha attitude. A few minutes in, he grows impatient with the pace of my cocksucking. He starts thrusting forward with his hips. I grab his thighs, assuming he's going to start fucking my face. I feel one big hand holding the back of my head as his cock probes deeper.
Just when I think I'm going to have to pull off of him to take a breath, he lets out an audible gasp and suddenly pushes me backwards; dropping his phone in the process. He pulls down his shirt and hurriedly tugs at the waist of his sweats as he whispers down to me.
"Somebody's coming up the driveway, Brodie. Quick! Pretend like you're looking at something under the truck!"
I barely manage to get my dick back in my jeans, when I hear footsteps in the garage. I can only see the bishop's legs as he turns toward them. He tries to sound jovial, but his voice is strained when he talks.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. What can we do for you?"
Willing my hardon to go down, I slowly get to my feet in front of Dad's truck, making a show of clutching the bishop's phone as I do. I hold it out to him at arm's length.
"There ya are, Jason. Here's your phone. It just fell under the truck."
At first I see relief in his face that I've come up with an excuse for being on the floor. However, I also detect some annoyance when it registers that I have just called him by his first name. As I turn my attention to our visitors, I know who they are before they have a chance to introduce themselves. They have got to be Jehovah's Witnesses. The older of the two is probably my father's age. I would guess the dude with him is a year or two younger than me. They're actually both very good looking, in a wholesome, guy-next-door kind of way. I can't help wonder if they might be father and son.
Then I see that the younger of the two is blushing a bright red. He's staring awkwardly at his older partner's face, like he's trying to avoid looking at us. Then as I glance over at my Bishop, I understand why. The senior JW's eyes are riveted on the obscene display clearly visible through Bishop Steale's worn gray sweatpants. I swear the bishop's cock looks even harder now than when I was blowing him. I can feel myself blushing now. With only his corban Gs and his worn sweats, Bishop Steale might as well be standing in front of them naked. His rigid erection is distinctly outlined in his sweats. There is even a wet circle where the bulge ends near his hip. Our older visitor can't take his eyes off of it. As for me, I had been startled enough at their interruption that my boner has subsided. It's safely tucked in my jeans. But the exhibitionist streak in Bishop Steale is apparently overriding his common sense. Or maybe he just loves the idea of strangers being shocked by how big his dick is. I try to think of a way that I can put a positive spin on my bishop's leaking boner.
Instead, I know I have to do whatever it takes to send our pair of startled visitors on their way. I step in front of Bishop Steale. I start to extend my hand to the elder of the two Witnesses to shake, but something doesn't seem right. I can see that the younger guy is still in a state of denial. He looks terrified, never taking his eyes off of his older partner. But the JW daddy appears to be more intrigued than disgusted by the Bishop's rampant prick. When he finally manages to pry his eyes away from Bishop Steale's rigid cock, he locks eyes with me and his upper lip curls into a sneer. He knows perfectly well what he has interrupted; and he probably assumes that I am responsible for the boner that's currently attempting to rip right through the Bishop's sweatpants. I force a smile, but this handsome man's knowing stare is unsettling. He slowly looks me up and down; then the smirk on his face becomes more pronounced. I feel like I'm naked before him, like he can see right through me. I involuntarily let my eyes drop down to his crotch, before quickly returning my attention to his face. He's throwing wood, too! What the fuck is going on here? It's not as obvious as the Bishop's; but this JW Daddy definitely has a hard-on! I would be willing to bet that this handsome, proselytizing horndog would gladly join in the fun if he didn't have his younger companion in tow.
I need to get a grip on the situation. I fall back on my original plan and reach out to shake hands with our guests. The older one looks at my outstretched hand, before shifting the religious tracts into his left hand, freeing up his right. A quick glance at the literature confirms my hunch: The Watchtower. As he shakes my hand, the hunky senior missionary continues to give me that knowing look. The younger dude might be out of his element, but his daddy knows the score. Still holding his hand, I use my grip to quickly steer them back out onto the driveway as we talk.
"You guys are Jehovah's Witnesses, aren't you? My name's Brodie. I'm a Latter Day Saint, so I know how difficult it can be when you're out knocking on doors with a message. Unfortunately, this isn't a great time for us. You're certainly welcome to come back another time when I can invite you in. I'd love to visit with you. It's just that today, we're up against a tight deadline."
He smiles at me and nods his head knowingly, He takes one more quick glance at Bishop Steale, and begins to nudge his young friend out toward the street. He seems grateful to me for defusing the awkward situation.
"That's very kind of you, Brodie. My name is Caleb and this is my son Billy. We're sorry to have interrupted your......uh, well uh....we will definitely make it a point to come back some other time."
I stand in the garage doorway with a forced smile as they walk away. As soon as they get to the sidewalk, they both glance back. I smile and wave; then quickly reach over and hit the button to lower the garage door. I take a deep breath and wait for Bishop Steale to complain that he can't see his precious sports car. When no complaint comes, I turn to see he already has his sweats and Gs tucked back under his balls. He's resumed stroking his big, bone-hard dick.
"Seriously, Bishop Steale? I sure as fuck hope you didn't expose yourself again before I closed the door. This is my house, Bishop. They know where I live!"
"Come on, Elder! Relax. Of course I waited till you closed the door. But did you see how they were looking at us?"
"Us? You mean you! They were looking at you. And do you blame them? That could probably make out every wrinkle and vein on that monster cock of yours. Does that thing ever go down? I can't believe that you still want to do this? Don't you ever worry about getting caught?"
"Don't make a big deal out of it. The younger guy probably just thought we got excited talking about our wives or something; but I got the impression the older one would have joined in if he could. Just relax. They're gone now. Come on, Brodie. We're running out of time. Get over here and help me out. Make me proud, son."
I suppose he's right. Our JW friends are gone now. The door is closed. And I really do want his load down my throat. I drop down on my knees in front of him. He holds his long erection near my mouth. Before I can lick the dew off the tip, he gives me a light slap on the cheek.
"Look up at me, son; and pull that fat cock back out of your jeans!"
"Yes, sir!"
I smile up at him and start to get back in the groove. He begins filming again. He slips his free hand down the front of my tee shirt and teases my nipple. When he hears me moan he tightens his grip until I squeal. He goes into alpha mode. He sets his phone on the bumper of the truck and leans it against the grill. I can see that he's still recording. That frees up his hand to slide down my back until he reaches my ass. After a couple hard smacks, I feel his finger rubbing against my hole. The way that he's bent over at the waist, he has my head trapped in his crotch. He starts to fuck his way into my throat. I gag and sputter, yet it doesn't stop me from stroking my aching hard-on even faster.
Just when I'm expecting to get his load, he grabs me under the arms, lifts me up and spins me around. He bends me over and spits in his hand. I immediately panic. I don't think I can take the Bishop's dick without lube. I'm ready to say something when I feel two slick fingers nudging me open. I turn my head to see him holding his trusty little vial of consecrated oil. It makes me wonder if he didn't have this planned all along. When he sees that I'm watching him, he winks at me as he pours oil all along the length of his erection. Then his fingers are inside me again. Three this time, I'm guessing. Those fingers are quickly replaced with the knob of his huge cock. He may be in a hurry, but he slowly slides almost half-way inside of me. To my relief, he then pulls most of the way out and dumps the rest of the contents of the vial onto my butt crack. From my contorted position, I can see the excess oil puddling on the concrete floor; dripping off of my balls, no doubt. He lets the vial drop to the floor. Everything is so slippery now. It's amazing how easily he buries that big uncut dick up my ass.
"I should have known I wasn't going to be satisfied with you mouth once I got a look at that round ass of yours, Elder. It's been too long since I reminded you who's in charge. Hang on, son!"
He retrieves his phone from the truck bumper and points it down between us. Now that he knows he has me opened up, he gives me a couple practice strokes. Then his evil side takes over and he starts ramming into me. He nearly knocks me over, before getting a firm grip on my shoulders to hold me in place. He pushes me ahead so I can brace myself on the truck.
That's when I hear the door from the kitchen to the garage open.
I freeze in place, but I don't turn around. Bishop Steale stops thrusting with his hips, but he doesn't pull out of my ass. As curious as I am to see the interaction between my Priesthood leader and the man who sired and raised me, I don't dare look. Thankfully, Dad's voice sounds surprisingly friendly when he speaks.
"Well, what have we here? This is quite the surprise. It looks like the two of you are better acquainted than I ever could have guessed! How are you today, Bishop Steale?"
"I couldn't be happier, Brother Smith. You and your eternal wife have raised an exceptional young man!"
"I agree with you, Bishop; he's a great kid. However, I can't take credit for teaching him the skill that he's displaying right now."
Up till now, I've kept my eyes focused on the floor. I cautiously turn my head, just as the bishop slowly withdraws his prick an inch at a time. Dad looks like he's in shock. Not so much from finding the Ward 'Leader of the Flock' balls deep in his only son. I'm sure it has more to do with the size of the dick that's easing out of me. I look up at the bishop. He is obviously eating up the attention.
"Damn! Bishop Steale, you are hung like a horse! I can't believe it. I mean, I've seen the bulge in your suit trousers, just like everyone else in the Ward. It still doesn't prepare a guy though!"
"You might as well call me Jason, given the circumstances. Apparently you son has already decided to take that liberty."
"Ha! Well you did have about a foot of Priesthood dick in his rectum, so maybe that's understandable, Jason."
"Why don't you come over and get a closer look? Your boy is probably hungry enough to take on both of us."
I'm not sure how the Bishop knows what everyone in the Ward is up to. He must have spies reporting back to him. I'm pretty sure that Wayne or Brother Benton must have been the ones to tell him about me. Back before I received my calling, I mean. And Troy and Wayne were both in my apartment that night when Dad and I first had sex. Dad seems genuinely surprised to find the Bishop enjoying some man on man action here in his own garage; but Bishop Steale obviously knew about Dad. At any rate, it doesn't take long for Dad to get over the shock. When I see his hand drop down to rub the growing bulge in his pants, I know he's giving in to his horniness.
"Well, Bishop.....Jason, I guess I don't have to worry; since you're the one who will be signing my Temple recommend."
Dad looks at me to gauge my reaction. He obviously wants to join in, so I sheepishly smile and nod my head in assent. That's all it takes for my constantly horny Dad. He's unzipping his pants as he makes his way over to stand next the leader of our congregation. Now Dad's cock is pretty big. It's nearly as big around as the dick that just came out of my ass. But even though Dad is used to having the biggest dick in the room, Bishop Steale has him beat by at least a couple of inches in length.
After a firm smack on my butt, Bishop Steale resumes his fucking while he pushes my head down toward Dad's now leaking cock. I feel Dad gently run his fingers through my hair. I open wide as my father slides his throbbing Priesthood rod into my mouth. Seeing me eagerly suck my own Dad sends Bishop Steale into overdrive, because he really starts pounding my ass.
"Oh fuck! Suck that fat dick, Elder. I can't believe I'm watching you blow your own father. That is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Jesus Christ! I'm gonna cum. Take this Priesthood load, son!"
He punches in deep and holds me tight as he empties his balls. Dad reaches over me to explore Jason's impressive chest. He grips one of the eraser-sized nips and rolls it between his fingers. Still buried deep in my ass, the Bishop shivers with each aftershock as he comes down from his orgasm. Bishop Steale returns the favor and cups one of my Dad's furry pecs before dropping his hand down to admire the girth of the cock that is in my mouth.
"Fuck! You and your boy look so hot together. That really took me by surprise. Look at me, my hard-on still isn't going down!"
To illustrate his point, he slowly withdraws from my freshly bred hole and strokes his throbbing, jizz-covered meat. Then the Bishop takes one of Dad's hands and moves it over onto his cock, encouraging him feel the weight and heft for himself. Dad is awestruck, probably wondering how I managed to fit all that cock inside of me. I imagine the thoughts racing through his head as he uses two fingers from his other hand to feel my gaping hole.
"Brother Smith, what do you think of your boys freshly fucked cunt? I would give anything to see you slide your cock in there while I watched. See you soaking in that load I just planted in your son. I have him gaping for you. No better time than now to use your Priesthood as God intended. A righteous man breeding his own offspring!"
Listening to the Bishop's filthy, blasphemous rant has my Dad's cock pulsing in my throat. I know that there is no way Dad can turn down a request like that. They quickly change places. I barely have time to get Jason's cock in my mouth before I feel Dad nudging me open. Even with Dad's monumental girth, he easily shoves in until his balls smack against mine; aided by the load the Bishop left behind, and the consecrated oil he started out with. When he realizes how opened up I am, my Dad starts pumping my ass like there's no tomorrow. Once I have the Bishop's cock licked clean, he holds my head in both hands to keep me still. He's no longer thrusting. I look up at him and the devious smile on his face lets me know that he is up to something.
Now, I know that some guys can piss when they're hard, while others need to wait until they're flaccid. I'm happy to report that Bishop Steale falls into the first group. Even though he is as hard as a steel pipe, the first blast of piss he releases shoots straight down my throat before I know what is happening. Maybe that was his plan. When he sees that I'm not resisting, he continues to drain his bladder as my father continues his attack from the rear. Dad has no idea what's happening until he hears our Bishop as he finishes up but when he does hear, it quickly pushes him over the edge.
"You're doing a great job, Elder. Keep swallowing. I'm nearly done. I don't want you to spill a drop of my piss on your Dad's clean garage floor!"
"What the fuck? Bishop? You're doing what? This is too-fucking-much! I can't hold back any longer, son. I'm gonna fill you up."
My Dad is a man of his word. He promptly unloads the content of his balls. Hearing him grunt and growl as he pumps me full, it triggers another chain reaction. The second Dad pulls out of me, Jason shows what a stud he can be. He hurriedly climbs back in the saddle to anoint me with a second, though smaller, load of Holy Seed.
Well, I left work an hour ago, hoping I would be able to get some action this afternoon. Be careful what you wish for..... Honestly, I'm exhausted. I haven't even cum; but when Dad invites the Bishop to join him on the back deck for a cold drink, I excuse myself to go upstairs and take a shower.
Now what in the hell do you suppose those two talked about?
The sun is setting as I get close to home at the end of my run. I can feel myself starting to chub up as I replay my garage encounter from this afternoon. After getting tag teamed by Dad and Bishop Steale earlier, you would think that I would've had enough excitement for one day. In my defense, that whole scene played out so fast that I never did get to blast a load. I could've easily cum when the bishop slammed back into my gaping hole for his sloppy seconds; but it all happened so fast, I didn't really have time. I figured that the two of them had pumped out enough sperm for the three of us.
As I'm trying to decide if I should just go upstairs and rub one out, or if I should call around and see if Wayne or Troy are available to help me out, I notice someone watching me from a car parked across the street from my house. As I get closer, I try to make out who's inside; but he turns his head away from me. It's not until I stop in the driveway to do my cool-down stretches that I hear the car door open and then close. I don't turn when I hear footsteps coming up the drive. If it's who I think it is, I figure I might as well show him what he wants to see. Facing away from him, I bend at the waist and grab my ankles, stretching the muscles in my quads and calves to their limit. I can feel my thin nylon shorts ride up into my ass crack.
My suspicions are confirmed when I feel a playful- but firm- slap on my butt.
"You're a fucking tease, aren't ya? Presenting your rump like a bitch in heat. A whore like you can probably never get enough dick!"
I immediately chub up when I hear that tone in his voice. I'd assumed that he was going to be more reticent; that he would need to be seduced. But his approach makes more sense, when I remember the knowing way he'd looked at me earlier. When I turn around, I see that he's changed out of his dress clothes from this afternoon. He looks even better now. He's wearing an old rugby pullover that hugs his chest and is just a bit too tight across his belly. His loose-fit dad jeans can't hide his obvious erection.
"Hey, Caleb. I thought you'd be back."
"Is your father home?"
It isn't until he asks the question that I realize he must assume that Jason is my father. I suppose that makes sense in a way. He thinks the stud that he caught me with earlier, the one with the perpetual boner, was my own flesh and blood dad. Since he seems excited by the idea, I don't say anything to correct him. Instead I turn and walk toward the privacy fence that butts up to the side of the garage and shields the view into the back yard. When I reach the gate, I look back to see if he's following me. He hasn't moved. His eyes are locked on my ass. I angle my body so he gets a side view of my hard cock bulging out the front of my flimsy shorts. When I see him start to move, I open the gate and slip through.
As he comes through the gate, he finds me leaning against the side of the house, with my running shorts pushed down to display my ass cheeks. He grabs a cheek in each hand and pulls them apart to expose my hole. When I feel him rub around the pucker with his thumb, I reward him with a moan. I turn around when I hear him unfastening his belt.
"Get it wet, faggot. It may not be as big as you're used to; but we're going to need plenty of spit to get it into your hungry cunt!"
He has unzipped his jeans; and since he's not wearing any underwear, his perfectly proportioned, steely-hard cock is sticking out at a ninety degree angle. That beautiful cut dick is capped with a pronounced mushroom shaped head. As I bend down and take him into my mouth, I hear him spit on his fingers before he reaches down to rub them around the edge of my hole. That fat-headed cock is going to be a challenge; even with the pounding my ass received earlier today. The fact that he is leaking a steady stream of pre-cum is going to help.
Satisfied that I have his weapon covered in spit and phlegm, I turn my back to him and brace myself against the garage wall. He presses the head of his cock against the opening; then grips my hip with one hand, and reaches around to stroke my hard-on with the other. It stings like hell when the knob initially pops through my sphincter; but he gives me a few seconds to adjust before he starts to rail me. After only a couple minutes of balls-to-the-wall fucking, he starts to pull all the way out each time; before plowing back in. I'm aware of the popping sound his fat head makes each time he withdraws. I try to push his hand away from my boner. I'm too close to coming and I have no idea how long his assault on my ass is going to last. My fears are unfounded. Less than five minutes from the time he first forced his way into my furry ass, he starts to grunt. He tightens his grip and strokes me harder. As I begin to blast ribbons of cum all over the brick wall, he rams all the way into me and stays there. With his body tight against my back, I feel his entire body spasm at least eight times; once for every jet of sperm that he fires into my guts.
I'm still catching my breath and coming down from my orgasmic high when I hear the gate open and then swing closed. What the hell? Did he even have time to zip up before he took off? With his cum still dripping from my hole, I pull my shorts up and walk back out onto the driveway. I just see his tail lights as he drives away. Then in my peripheral vision, I see something moving on the front lawn. I take a few steps closer before I see a guy come out from behind the tall pine tree. As he gets closer, I recognize his face.
"Billy? You're name was Billy, right?"
"Fuck! I forgot he told you our names. He's a fucking idiot. I've been following him. I knew he was going to come back here. You realize how much he has to lose if he gets caught, don't you?"
"Calm done, buddy. I'm not going to tell anybody. It's nobody else's business."
Now just a few feet away from me, he looks directly into my eyes. Is he trying to read me? See if he can trust me? Out of the corner of my eye, I see him casually reach down to adjust himself. Damn! Judging by that bulge, Billy might be even harder than his dad was. When I look back up at his face, he's studying me. Looking for a clue.
"You guys weren't behind that fence for very long before Dad ran out of here like a bat out of hell. Did my father just fuck you?"
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