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Latter Day DILF Chapter Seven
It's a miracle that I got any sleep at all last night. I'm wide awake now and it isn't even light outside yet. Normally I'd roll over and try to go back to sleep; but from the minute I woke up my mind has been racing. I keep reliving the bizarre events of last night. So many conflicting thoughts are spinning in my head; but from my waist down there is no ambiguity. My fucking boner is in overdrive. I don't know how I can have a morning hard-on like this after blowing multiple loads just a few hours ago.
I head into the bathroom and start the water running. Waiting for it to warm up, I stand on the shower threshold and aim my pissing boner toward the drain. Even though I've often used this tried and true method of voiding my bladder when I can't wait for my morning-wood to go down, today it's different. Brodie junior isn't getting the message. Even as my piss stream dwindles, my dick keeps getting harder, rather than subsiding.
Last night as the nasty fun and games were winding down, I happened to walk in on Wayne and Troy here in my bathroom. They had asked me if they could rinse off before they headed home. I could hear the shower running; but when I came in to grab a towel, I found Wayne on his knees over the drain with Troy standing next to him. Troy's cock is so damn long, it legit looked like he was holding the end of a garden hose. He was smirking sadistically as his piss rained down on Wayne. Sexy fucking Wayne, enjoying the kinkiness of the situation, was frantically stroking one more load out of his big dick. They both noticed me at the same time, just as Wayne started to blast spunk into the air. Troy locked eyes with me and smiled, his stream still flowing. I couldn't look away. Wayne's jizz was splattering Troy's legs before getting rinsed down the drain by the piss and the shower spray. It was shocking; but strangely erotic.
I hadn't thought anything could surprise me after the week I've had. I guess I was wrong. When I fucked around with Wayne earlier in the week, he had told me how much pleasure he got from letting guys use him any way they wanted. He's convinced that his calling in life is to serve other Priesthood holders; and when he is in their service, he seldom sets limits. I'm not doubting what he told me; because he did go ballistic that day, when I went ape-shit as I roughly railed his muscle ass. That's why it threw me off earlier last night when it was his turn to top Troy; there was nothing submissive about the way he took charge. He seemed to switch gears in an instant; like he was possessed!
It was after Troy had emptied his balls deep in Wayne's guts next to me, that they announced it was time to flip. They hurriedly reversed positions. I had a front row seat as Wayne took the reins and started to pummel Troy's smooth, skinny ass. It was an impressive display of dominance for someone who considers themself a `die hard bottom'. He was thoughtful enough to start out slow; his dick is fucking huge, after all. But as soon as Troy got accustomed to the girth, Wayne tore into him like a maniac. It was like watching the Hulk after somebody really pissed him off. It was Jekyll and Hyde. It was also fucking hot. As I watched him let loose, it pushed me over the edge to my own orgasm. That was the very moment that I started to seed the fat hairy ass of the dude under me.
Damn it! If I keep replaying the events of last over night in my head, this boner of mine is never going to go down. I shut off the shower valve, deciding it might be more productive to get in an early morning run. I might as well work up a sweat before I clean up. Besides, maybe some mindless physical exertion will help clear my head. I pull on some loose athletic shorts and a hoodie, grab a protein bar and head out.
I stop in the driveway to stretch my legs. Everything is still wet from last night's rain. There aren't any lights on in my parent's house. I'm sure Mom and Dad are still fast asleep. Hell, the whole neighborhood is probably still in bed. As I gradually make my way down the street, I see the first faint glow on the horizon and figure by the time I reach the trailhead at Forest Park on the edge of town, it should be light enough to safely follow the running path that goes up the canyon.
I feel my muscles limbering up as I hit a comfortable pace. I'm in no hurry. My erection has gone down, but my cock still feels heavy as it flops from side to side with each step. I should have pulled on some briefs or a jock under these baggy shorts, but at least there's no one around to watch my bouncing dick. Just another benefit of a solo run. I'm alone with my thoughts.
It was actually my Dad who convinced me to start running. He still tries to get in a couple of miles most days. It has served him well; keeping him in great shape. Most people would never guess he is old enough to have a son my age. He was just a year older than I am now, when I was born. He'd started dating my Mom in high school; and she faithfully waited for him while he was on his mission. They got married three months after he got home. I was born nine months later.
Though it's not something we've ever discussed, my math tells me I am almost certainly a byproduct of the weekend honeymoon they took to Grandma and Grandpa's mountain cabin by the lake. They didn't have much money back then, since they were just starting out. Plus, they only had a few days before Dad had to start back at college. So they took advantage of Grandpa's offer to use the cabin for an inexpensive, private getaway. There is still a photo hanging in my parent's hallway of the two of them from that weekend, looking so young, sitting in front of the stone fireplace that Grandpa built. Dad has told me countless times how it took him a dozen attempts with the timer on his old camera, before he finally got the photo that captured the moment. It's an image of a young couple in love with their whole lives ahead of them.
It wasn't until I was on vacation at the cabin one summer in my teens, sitting on that same hearth, that I did the math and realized there is a pretty good chance that I'm in that photo, too. Maybe just a few hours old, but I always think of that as our first family photo.
Last night, after I had pumped my load into my so-far-anonymous bottom's hairy butt, with Wayne and Troy still going at it like animals next to me; I pulled out and was mesmerized by a big bubble of my cum as it started to ooze out. Wayne didn't stop pumping into Troy's butt; but he slowed down and managed to lean over just enough to swipe his tongue over the puffy hole I had just bred. When he stood back up, he gave me a quick, gooey kiss before pushing my head down to make me taste it, as well. When I had first started to fuck this mystery dude, I was pretty sure he already had a load in him. He was slick and wet from the minute I slid inside. Thinking of his pre-loaded hole made it seem even more taboo as I licked his ass. Had Troy already dumped in him? Wayne? I didn't care. I dug my tongue into his hole as he groaned; his head still buried under the covers.
That was the moment when Troy and Wayne yelled out that it was time for me and my partner to switch places. "Everybody fucks everybody else before we're done tonight!", they'd insisted. Who was I to argue? But when I grabbed the comforter to pull it off of my partner's upper body, he held tight to the section covering his head. The lights were still off, but my eyes had adjusted to the dark. My first reaction from what I could see of this guy's torso threw me for a loop. For a split second, I wondered if it was possible that I had just fucked my own father. I quickly brushed that thought aside. I mean, Brother Packer, Troy's dad, had told me that my Dad preferred to be on top; and the guy I had just been buried in was really getting off on taking my cock. On the other hand, next to me, certified-catcher Wayne was fucking Troy's ass like few tops can. Just because a guy has a preferred role when it comes to fucking, it doesn't mean he can't switch things up now and then.
The timing for this run is turning out perfect. The sun isn't fully up yet; but it's light enough now to see the sign for the trailhead on the other side of the highway. I jog in place while I wait for the headlights of a car that is pulling out of the picnic area at the base of the trail. It's the first vehicle I've encountered so far on this early morning trek. It's a good thing I wait, instead of trying to dash across in front of it; because it turns out to be a police car when it glides by. The cop slows down and waves as he passes. I briefly wonder if it might be Brother Nilson, the Elder's Quorum president in our ward, since he's the only police officer I know. Then I figure if I couldn't see his face, he probably couldn't see mine either. Probably just a friendly cop killing time as he patrols the empty streets. I cross the highway, jog through the picnic parking area he just left and make my way to the start of the trail.
The path is fairly wide. Even though it's packed smooth, I need to keep an eye out for rocks and tree roots. As the trail climbs, there are trees and dense brush to the right; but if I were to stumble and fall off of the left side, it's a steep drop down to the creek below. I love it up here this time of morning. The only sounds are from the running water down in the ravine and the birds that are just coming to life as the sun comes up. I watch the ground in front of me and mentally gear up as the trail gets a bit steeper. It's getting easier to see now and my mind starts wandering again.
It isn't really the way I wanted it to happen; not for our first time anyway. When Wayne pulled out of Troy's ass in order to flip him over on his back; I couldn't take my eyes off of his huge, wet dick. Then as he ducked down to get Troy's ankles on his shoulders so he could fuck him face to face, he yelled out again to the dude under my comforter, "Quit being a pussy. Everybody fucks everybody; them's the rules. Get out from under there and take your turn, old man!"
I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Anxiously rubbing the furry, muscular leg next to me, I was resigning myself to the reality of the situation. It was still a shock to see my Dad finally emerge from underneath the covers and jump up to his feet. He wrapped me in a tight bear hug and kissed my neck; but he didn't really look at me. Instead he pushed me down and threw the comforter over my head. I felt him grab under my thighs, lift them up and pull my butt to the edge of the bed. From under my covers, I couldn't help moaning from the sensation of his beard in my ass crack. He was like a man possessed; licking, biting and snarling. Even though it felt awesome, I started worrying about all the cum he was bound to encounter up there. Kevin and Bishop Steale had both pumped big-ass loads inside me less than an hour ago. Did these horny Priesthood holders know where I'd been? When they met here in my apartment and stripped each other down, did all three of them know how the night was going to end up? Or is it possible that I just got back home sooner than they had anticipated and interrupted their little orgy?
One of my instructions for last night was to leave my apartment unlocked when I headed to my hookup with Kevin. Did the Bishop arrange all this? I figured it was Bishop Steale who sent me the text. After all, he had referred to the old g's I was wearing that night in his office. I'm sure he was already planning to surprise me and Kevin at the pool house; but he obviously didn't warn Kev. Did my Bishop tell me not to lock my door, simply so Wayne and Troy and Dad would have a place to hookup? So they could take advantage of my absence and have some privacy in my room? I know it's not easy to find a place to play when you're married, like Wayne and my Dad; and Troy's still living at home with his parents. Kevin said that was why he'd wanted to make use of the vacant pool house for our rendezvous, while the property was listed for sale. I remember after Troy's dad, Wade, fucked me the other day, he explained how he and my father had to arrange their hookups around my mother's work schedule, meeting up on the mornings she had to leave early.
On the other hand, is it possible that the Bishop knew what he was doing all along? Did he plan this for the sole purpose of getting me and my flesh and blood Dad naked in the same dark room? He may be my Bishop; but he can be a conniving bastard. If that was the case, it raises so many more questions. Was Dad in on the plan; or was he just as blindsided as I was?
From the moment Brother Benton had admitted to me that he and my Dad had fucked around together, part of me knew I needed to have a talk with Dad. If I was going to continue to explore this new side of me, I didn't want to keep secrets from him. Not that it even occurred to me that we would have sex with each other; I just thought it would be better if he knew what I was up to, especially if we were both going to be fucking with the same guys. The necessity to address the subject was reinforced when I found out from Wade that he regularly met up with my Dad, as well. Surely, if we were going to be sharing our Priesthood with the same guys, my secret would come to light eventually. It would be better to hear the truth from me.
The steepest part of the trail is behind me now. I'm coming up to an easier stretch where I can pause and catch my breath. I feel like I need to pee again. I branch off onto a smaller side trail where I'll have some cover. Not that I probably need to worry this early, but it's light enough now I'm sure I won't be alone on the trail for long. I haul out my dick and let loose. I'm so lost in my own thoughts that I don't even notice the other runner at first; coming towards me, down the smaller trail. He's slowing his pace by the time I see him. Rather than try to stop peeing midstream, I just turn away slightly out of modesty.
"I'm sorry, man. I didn't know there was anybody else up here."
"It's all good. I wasn't trying to sneak up on you, bud."
I think it's weird that he doesn't just keep running past me. I turn my head to see him leaning against a tree as he catches his breath. He's looking away, giving me a chance to scope him out. What a stud! He looks to be in his late forties. His tank top shows off some impressive biceps and a hairy chest that is starting to show some gray. Without looking in my direction, he turns his back to me. I can see him fumbling with his crotch before I hear him start to drain his bladder. Now I can't take my eyes off of the round ass filling out his short nylon running trunks. They are the kind that are slit up the side, and they are revealing some killer thighs.
"Ahhhh. That is so much better. I usually hold it until I get to the rest area at the bottom of the hill. I figured you had the right idea."
As he finishes, he turns toward me and steps back onto the path. Holy shit! It looks like I'm not the only one who decided to go commando under my shorts. Seeing his huge obvious bulge, I'm suddenly self conscious of my own lack of underwear. I know I'm beginning to chub up as a result of checking him out, but I don't dare look down and draw attention to my predicament. If he notices, he appears to be unfazed. He closes the gap between us as he extends his hand to shake.
"I'm Mark, by the way. I run up here most mornings, but I don't think I've seen you before."
"Hey Mark. Brodie. Yeah, this is pretty early for me. I usually run in the afternoons after class. But there are so many people up here on the trail then; I think I need to change my routine."
"This is the best time of day up here, for sure. I just finished my night shift, so a quick run helps me clear my head of all the work crap before I head home to bed."
Neither of us make any attempt to resume our runs. I catch him looking down at my crotch where my cock is betraying me. I may not be totally hard, but the vibe I'm getting from him is unmistakable. I get up the courage to glance down. Fuck me! Not only is he boned up, but he looks fucking huge. I can't believe things are playing out like this. A week ago I was a virgin, obsessing over Brother B on the hookup app, and eager to finally have my first sexual experience. Now it's like there are horny studs everywhere I turn. Were these opportunities all around me before? Was I just not tuned into the signals? Am I giving off some kind of pheromones here? I don't know the answer, but it's like hot-fucking-Mark can smell it on me. He locks eyes with me, raises his eyebrows and gives me a little smirk. I instinctively drop my hand to my crotch. Initially I'm thinking I should hide my hard on; but as he watches my hand, he reaches down and grabs his own erection. With the other hand, he reaches out and grips the back of my neck.
"So Brodie....it looks like you've seen something you like. Is your dick that hard because of an old guy like me?"
"You're not old. You look fucking hot, man."
"Ya know, if I got my dick sucked, I sure would sleep better when I get home. Are you interested?"
"Oh yeah! Wait? You mean here?"
"Usually I wouldn't risk it because of my job, but for now we have the trail to ourselves. Trust me, it wouldn't take me long to blast down your throat, especially with a hot young stud like you!"
He doesn't wait for a response, just gives me a playful cuff to the side of the head; then walks back up the path about twenty feet and ducks through a narrow gap in the trees. I'm so fucking excited; but terrified that someone might catch us. By the time I squeeze my way back through the undergrowth, he has his tank off and his running shorts are around his thighs. He's stroking a beautiful, fat dick and tugging on his nuts. I bend at the waist to take him into my mouth, before he stops me with his hand on my chest. He grabs the tank top he had tossed on a low branch and puts it on the ground at his feet.
"I want you kneeling down. Is that okay? Get down there, boy. You can kneel on my shirt while you take care of me. Get your dick out. I want to watch you stroking while you suck my big cock!"
I push my shorts down my thighs and drop to my knees. I lean in first and bury my nose in his crotch. After working a full shift and then going for a jog, he smells fucking awesome. He doesn't stop stroking. His cock is so fat that his fingers don't meet as he holds it at the base. He pushes my mouth down to his balls.
"Fuck yeah! Worship those stinky nuts, stud! A hot young jock, down on his knees where he belongs, getting off on my sweat!"
He pushes back on my head and grips his cock, pushing the foreskin over the end. I don't waste any time snaking my tongue inside and running it around his knob. Thankfully he keeps things tidy under there. All I encounter is his sweat and his syrupy precum. He rubs my shoulders and neck as I open wide to try and get his fat club of a cock in my mouth. This is hotter than hell; but I'm praying I can get him to cum quick, before anyone comes up the trail.
"Oh fuck yeah! I can't believe my goddamn luck! Suck on that big dick, boy. I've got a huge fucking load stored up for ya!"
I manage to work my way down his shaft until I feel the head at the opening to my throat; but his prick is to fat for me to swallow. Judging from his groans, my enthusiasm is making up for my inability to deep throat his monster. He's rubbing lower down my back until I feel his hand on my ass. Bent over like that, he has my head trapped in his crotch so I can't get free. As he hunches forward with his hips, he's making me gag. The sound of my gagging makes his dick pulse harder. I hear him spit. Then he has a finger on my asshole. He spits again and the finger starts to press its way in. I can't help moaning around his cock.
"That's a fucking nice hole, Brodie! Wish I had some lube with me. Fuck! You're really opening up for me! When's the last time you got that bubble butt fucked?"
"Honestly? It hasn't been that long; but I don't think I can take a cock your size without lube, man. I bet it would feel fucking awesome, though."
"Quick! Stand up! I'm just going to rub the head on your hole. You have me so damn turned on. Let me see if I can get the tip in. I wanna squirt my babies in you so fucking bad."
I spit into my hand as I stand up and grab hold of a branch to steady myself. I rub the spit on my hole. I want his nut in me as much as he does; but he could split me in half if he tries to get his whole dick up there. What are the chances he's going to be content with `just the tip'?
He squats behind with a hand gripping each of my thighs. Then his tongue is probing through my saliva coated pucker. Looking down between my legs, I see him jacking on that big old cock. It's too damn big. I'm in over my head here. I try to think of a quick excuse. Maybe he'd be willing to meet me later. Then I feel at least two fingers force their way in before he stands up behind me. He slips his arms under mine. He gets me in a bear hug, before working his hands up behind my neck, creating a head hold I don't think I can break. His breath is hot on my neck.
"Hasn't been that long, huh? No shit! Dude, your hole has seen some recent action, hasn't it? It's fucking hot the way you opened up for my fingers! Do you still have someone's cum up there, stud? Looks like I've found a kindred spirit! When I was sizing you up earlier, I would've bet a week's pay that you were usually the guy doing the breeding! If you play your cards right; maybe next time I'll let you take your shot."
With a subtle shift of his hips, the head of his fat cock is pushing into me. When I reflexively squirm, his arms tighten around my neck. I try to breathe and relax my hole for the inevitable assault. True to his word, he just presses his knob against my ass lips. He keeps rocking his hips; but isn't trying to force his way in. He seems to have incredible control.
"Oh fuck yeah! I could probably cum just like this. You're a sexy fucker, Brodie. I'd love to get you spread out on a bed. You know, find some place private where we could take our time. If you're down for it, I'd love to tag team you with my partner for an hour or two. He'd go fucking crazy on your ass!"
He relaxes his hold on my neck. By now he must know I'm not going to try and escape. He leans back just enough to drool some spit on his cock. I'm sure he feels me tense up as he applies a bit more pressure.
"Don't worry, bud. I'm not going to rape your ass. In fact, I could nut anytime. Stroke your big dick for me, son. I'm just going to get the head in far enough to make sure my load shoots inside. The second I feel you start to cum, I'm gonna flood your sweet ass!"
It's just the head, but it's a fucking huge head! I start jerking like crazy as I feel my hole close around the end of his cock. Again, he refrains from shoving in further. I feel my jizz churning up from my balls. Just before I cum, he takes control of my cock. He roughly jerks me off and starts nipping at my ear. I look down in time to see a torrent of sperm fly out of me, splattering the trunk of the tree that's been supporting me. I feel his cock pulse and he starts to load me up!
"Take that fucking cum, boy! You feel that? A stranger pumping your slutty ass full of his DNA? Fuck yeah! It's still coming, son. I want you to take it all. Fuck! That's a morning run we're not going to forget!"
My legs are a little wobbly. Mark supports me while I pull up my shorts. I watch him as he quickly gets dressed. He is a sexy fucker. We make our way back to the main trail. I ask if he wants to race to the bottom; but since we still have the trail to ourselves, we make the descent jogging side by side. He tells me his partner should be waiting for him at the bottom to give him a ride home. But when the parking area comes into view, the city police car I saw earlier is the only vehicle there. I get a chill up my back as I realize what a risk I just took getting my ass plowed in a place where we might have been caught. I wonder if they patrol this spot regularly.
We fall into single file to make room for several other runners who are just starting up the trail. I wish I'd brought my phone with me so we could swap numbers. I hope he was serious about wanting to sandwich me between him and his partner sometime.
"Hey thanks, Mark. That was amazing! Do you want me to hang out while you wait for your ride?"
"No, that's him over there. He's probably annoyed that I'm late. But he won't mind after he hears all the nasty details. Come on; I'll introduce you."
"Oh fuck! He's a policeman? Are you guys married?"
He gives me a funny look. Then he starts to laugh. He throws his sweaty arm over my shoulder as we cross the gravel lot.
"We are both married; just not to each other. When I said he was my partner, I meant on the force. But I already told you he and I are going to take turns breeding your ass, so I guess it's no secret that we are closer than most assigned teams on the squad."
"Fuck! It's even hotter knowing I just had a cop inside me!"
"Good boy! I like your attitude. Just wait until there are two of us fucking that hungry ass of yours! Maybe we can start out in uniform next time? Would you like that? Handcuffs and batons?"
"Oh, hell yes!"
How in the fuck is it possible that my dick is getting hard again? It's only been five minutes since I nutted. I still have this daddy cop's cum leaking out of me; and I'm already looking forward to a repeat.
As we get closer, his partner rolls down his window and calls out to him.
"You're late, numb nuts! Hurry up! You're lucky dispatch hasn't already sent me out on a call. I ought to make your sorry ass walk home."
"Calm down. I made a new friend on the trail. He seemed so eager to get some cop jizz in his guts, it would have been rude not to give it to him. I've already promised him that the two of us would work him over together, sometime. You're not gonna believe the ass on this one!"
"You fuckin' horndog. I should have known you were up there slinging your dick around. You take too many risks, Mark. You're going to get caught some day. And as for you, young man........Oh fuck! ......Brodie?"
It's like he's seen a ghost. Brother Nilson freezes as soon as he recognizes me. I'm afraid he's going to freak out. Not just because his cover is blown; but he's also just been outed to a fellow ward member. I know that once he has some time to let it register in his mind, he'll realize that we're both hiding the same secret. As awkward as it is for both of us, Mark is getting a kick out of it; laughing as he makes his way to the passenger side door.
"You're lecturing me, bro? When it seems like you and Brodie here are already acquainted. So you've already sampled his sweet jock ass, huh? It wouldn't be the first time I got your sloppy seconds."
"Shut the fuck up, Mark! You're making it worse. And stop laughing, this could mean real trouble for me. I know Brodie from church. My wife and I are friends with his parents. I don't know anything about his private life."
"Well he's not going to rat you out! Chill out, bro! You fucking Mormons are all too paranoid. Tell him, Brodie. You're cool, right?"
"Brother Nilson, listen to me. Don't you see I have just as much at stake here as you do? I would never tell anyone. Honestly, we're both in the same boat."
"I suppose you might as well call me Colby. We can save the "Brother Nilson" for church. Man, you scared the shit out of me. Your father is a good friend; but he'd probably turn me in to the bishop if he knew the truth about me."
"No way, Brother....I mean, Colby. He's not like that. Trust me! Besides, I'm not going to say anything to him."
What would my handsome Elder's Quorum President think if I told him how I spent last night. Would he still worry about Dad judging him? You think he'd feel better if I told him how my Dad had fucked my ass while it was still full of the Bishop's warm spunk? Unlike the other brethren I've encountered this week, from Colby's reaction, I don't think he has a clue what so many of the other guys in the ward are up to. He probably thinks he's the only one.
As another pair of joggers cross the road on their way to the trailhead, Brother Nilson has me get in the back seat so we can talk without being overheard. The initial shock seems to have worn off for him, but he is still tense. Even with the doors closed and the windows up, it's uncomfortably quiet at first. I'm not sure what else I should say, I just fidget in the back seat. I've never been in a patrol car before. I notice what is surely Mark's navy blue service uniform, neatly folded next to me. It's Mark who breaks the silence, reassuring his partner in a low voice.
"Come on, buddy. Sorry to scare you like that; but I've got a good feeling about Brodie. I may not have the religious guilt you two studs do; but I still know what it's like to juggle two different lives. I know for a fact that nobody saw me and Brodie up on the trail. Our secret is still safe, bud. Don't be mad at me. I promise to be more careful."
Brother Nilson is calming down, but I can see he's still processing everything. I try to reassure him.
"Colby, I swear I would never say anything. I've always looked up to you and respected your authority. That's not going to change. This is all pretty new to me; I've just recently started to explore this side of me. Today was my first time doing anything in public; and it was kinda scary. I'm going to be more careful going forward."
"Thanks, Brodie."
"Hey, you know I'm living in the apartment over my folks' garage, right? The entrance is private. My folks can't see who's coming and going. You guys are welcome to use it anytime, if you need a discreet place to meet. I can study at the library on campus to give you some alone time."
"Thanks, Brodie. That means a lot to me. I do trust you. That was just such a shock. I thought that was you I saw this morning after I dropped Mark off; but I wasn't sure. Then when you two came off the trail, with Mark shooting off his mouth about using your ass, I confess I was checking you out freeballing in those shorts before I bothered to look at your face. Then when I recognized you, it scared the shit out of me. Plus, I felt guilty to be caught perving on one of my Elders."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment. I meant what I said Colby. Nothing has to change between us at church; but you guys are welcome to use my place. Especially if it would make things easier for you."
"Thanks buddy; but I don't think either Mark or I want to kick you out of your place. The idea of the three of us together sounds intriguing, though. I've never had a threesome. Maybe we can change that."
From the passenger side of the front seat, Mark turns to look at me. He's so damn hot. I'm guessing he's about five years older than his partner, with a dark complexion in contrast to Brother Nilson's blonde-haired, blue-eyed, midwestern farm boy appearance. It's exciting to imagine the two of them naked in my bed...once the uniforms finally come off. From the way Mark is eying me, I'll bet he's getting hard again, too.
"So Brodie, do you wear the magic undies, too? Colby looks hot as fuck in his; but he won't screw around in them. Do you have the ones with the hole in the back? Like they wear in the porn videos? Colby doesn't wear that kind. Fuck! I'd kill to eat your ass through that sexy fucking hole! What were they thinking when they designed those? I swear they look like they were made just for butt fucking!"
"Yup. I do wear them; and I just happen to have a pair with the flap in back. I think it's hot to play in them, as long as Colby doesn't mind."
Brother Nilson turns in his seat to look at me. He doesn't look nervous anymore. In fact, he looks like he's checking me out for the first time.
"Let me tell you, Brodie; you're going to find out that it doesn't really matter whether I mind or not. Mark has a way of getting what he wants. I'm assuming that's how you ended up with his big, uncut dick up your ass in a public park. The cocky bastard always gets his way."
"You are so full of shit, bro! Don't listen to him, Brodie. Officer Nilson here can be just as persuasive as I am. He doesn't do anything he doesn't want to. It's just that sometimes he needs a nudge to help him realize what he wants."
They offer to drop me off at home; but I tell them I need to finish my run. I still have a lot to think about. As they pull away, I rearrange myself in my shorts. They feel pretty wet in the back. Remembering the power bar I'd tucked in my sock when I was leaving the house, I reach down to retrieve it; and then I notice the sorry state of my running shoes. There are streaks of jizz on both toes, now clotted with dirt from my descent down the trail.
I sit on the edge of a picnic table as I devour the bar. Looking down at my shoes again, I replay what happened up in the canyon. I consider running back up to the spot where the trail forks, just to see how much cover we really had. I think about how embarrassing it could have been if someone had spotted us. Instead, I decide I'd better start back. Home is still a couple of miles off; and I still have a lot of baggage to unpack. I do a few more stretches; then let my thoughts wander as I build up to a comfortable pace.
My old man really chowed down on my hole last night. It's no wonder he's so popular with the other guys. Dad really knows how to eat an ass. He seemed to be enjoying the blend of Melchizedek Priesthood seed he was discovering, too. With the comforter over my face, I felt enough of a disconnect to just relax and go with it. Troy was on his back next to me. The wilder Wayne got, the more Troy kept getting slammed against me. He ducked his head under the covers so he was close enough to whisper without the other two hearing.
"Are you doing okay, bud? I know you got trapped into this. I'm kinda worried about you."
"Thanks, bro. I think I'm okay. It's just that Dad seemed hesitant at first."
"Well he's making up for it now! Wait till he starts fucking you, dude. First time my dad and I finally fucked, it was epic!"
Without giving me time to respond, he threw the comforter off of me and returned his attention back to Wayne. So he and his dad have been fucking, huh? A mental image started forming in my head. His dad is a sexy dude. I guess they weren't kidding earlier when they said, "Everyone fucks everyone". Troy and Wayne have been my best friends since we were kids. I'm curious how long they've been having sex with each other; not to mention, how long they've been fucking my Dad.
That was the moment that Dad stopped snacking on my hole. He got to his feet and gave me a solid smack on the butt. I rolled over on my back and he looked down at me. His hesitancy was gone. When I smiled up at him, he leaned down, his hand on my chest.
"Are you okay, Little Bro? You know we don't have to do this if you're not ready. Right? I don't want you to think I planned this. I thought we would be finished here long before you got home."
"I am so ready, Dad. Nobody has ever eaten my ass like that. But you realize that's the first time you've called me Little Bro in front of my friends. Ya know they're never going to let me live that down!"
"It's the first time they're going to see me breed that sweet ass of yours, too. Let `em talk!
The second Wayne heard my Dad say he was going to breed me, he let out a howl and pumped his load into Troy's guts. When he finally stopped growling and shaking, Troy broke loose so he could suck his cock clean. Dad pulled me up to the edge of the bed.
"Suck my cock, son! Get it good and wet. Let's show these boys how it's done!"
It was a surreal experience, taking him in my mouth for the first time. He wasn't as long as Troy, or as huge overall as Wayne; but he's still big, and to me it felt perfect. As the other two recovered, they came over and Wayne laid on the bed next to me. Troy stood next to Dad and I could hear them kissing. Wayne brought his slick fingers to my asshole. Was that some of Troy's cum he had just pushed out?
Dad took charge and had me slide further up the bed. With me on my back, and with Wayne and Troy on either side; Dad scooted up between my legs. He was slowly stroking his dick with one hand and teasing my hole with the other.
"Tell me you want it, Little Bro. I want to hear you say it. I'd never heard you curse until tonight from under that blanket; but the word on the street is that my son has a filthy mouth when he's getting laid."
"I am so fucking ready, Dad! I already emptied my balls up your cunt; but I'm ready to blast again. Shove that big dick in me! Show my friends how a stud like you fucks a load out of his boy! Full circle, Dad!"
I've lost track of how many times I've taken a cock up my ass since this journey started. But no one has fucked me better than my old man. From the moment he started to stretch me open, I felt like I was floating above myself looking down. It started slow and tender. It didn't stay that way. Before long, Wayne and Troy were holding me from either side as he pounded the fuck out of me. He managed to fuck the first load out of me a few minutes in; but my cock never went down. Troy tried making out with me at first; but the fuck was too frantic.
By the time Dad finally blasted the family DNA in me, it felt like my gaping hole would never close up again. I didn't think my body had any cum left; but the sensation of my Dad's thick cock pulsing as he loaded me up proved me wrong. Too tired to spurt, and with my balls spent, cum just oozed out of my shaft and down the sides.
It's a fucking miracle that my boner was back in full force by the crack of dawn.
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