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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.
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."
Hey! I saw you jerking off just now! Wipe down your electronic device and send me an email. It'll only take 3 minutes and it'll motivate me to write something else.
I'd especially love feedback from LDS dudes; past and present. What did I miss? What rang true?
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