The Mormon - Part 2 (Patreon)

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Trigger: Blasphemy? 

There really wasn't a huge amount of hesitation in the eighteen-year-old, though he was mumbling quite frantically as I led him into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.

"So" I smirked, "you ready to bust a nut?"

Eden gulped nervously, his eyes moving from my cock to my face.

"I... I can't" he told me, "it's against–"

"Your religion, blah blah blah, take off your clothes you crazy fucker".

He stood in place for a moment before I rolled my eyes and reached for him.

"Don't!" He barked, as I grabbed his shirt, "I'll... I'll do it myself".

"Well hurry the fuck up then" I laughed, and grasped my eager cock in my fist.

As I said before, I'm not gay, so the sight of the nervous mormon boy unbuttoning his shirt, shouldn't have made my pole twitch to life, but it did, and he watched in awe as all eight and a half inches of fleshy cock became hard in front of him.

"What's in your bag?" I asked him as I slowly stroked my meat.

"Uh... My... My book. The Book of Mormon" he choked, opening the last button of his shirt and standing up straight.

"Of course it is" I whispered to myself, "pants, down, now".

Eden's face had changed from puce red to ghostly white as he dropped his bible bag on the floor and stood awkwardly once again.

"Look" I sighed, "if it makes you feel any better, I've fucked like nineteen chicks, and no god has struck me down yet, so just relax bro".

I released my throbbing cock and reached for his pants, expecting once again for the young mormon to recoil in horror, but this time he stayed put, and my fingers began to fumble at his belt.

"How would anybody even know if you jerked off?" I asked, genuinely curious as I undone his belt.

"I... I'd have to confess it" he told me.

"Are you going to confess this?"

"I must".

"Well then" I shrugged, unzipping his trousers, "we better make sure it's worth it".

His pants slid down his thin legs revealing a pair of tighty whities and a plump little bulge. I slid his shirt over his arms and we both watched it fall to the floor behind him.

"What does Mr. Mormon think about gays?" I asked, taking his reluctant wrist and moving it closer to my cock.

"Uh... I... It's uh... Complicated" he breathed, watching as I closed his hand around my tool.

He appeared to be frozen in time, staring at his own had as though it belonged to someone else before I helped him along, and he slowly began to stroke me.

"Not so bad, is it?" I smirked, and slid my thumb into the waistband of his underwear.

"No!" He yelped, grabbing them but keeping his hand around my tool, "not me, please".

"Your call, brother" I laughed, and relaxed into the inexperienced handjob that the mormon boy was focused on.

We must have stood in the exact same spot for at least fifteen minutes, and his pace didn't change once. He stroked it slow and long, and watched it like it was a fucking science project. It would take another month before he'd make me cum, and something about his modest nudity was making me eager to use him.

"Alright" I said finally, "get your pants off, come on".

I stepped back, my hard cock swaying as he shuffled on his feet.

"I really shouldn't" he groaned, "this is a terrible sin"

"No" I corrected, "your handjob skills are a terrible sin, so I need to find another way to get off, and your 1970's style middle school undies just ain't doing it, man"

Eden's face finally began to show some colour as they flashed red.

"Look, I'm going back to the states in a few weeks, you'll never see me again. If you want to whip yourself or cut off your balls in penance, then be my guest, but I need to cum".

The young man seemed to consider things for a moment, before finally nodding, and I watched as he stiffly grabbed the sides of his underpants and slid them down his legs.

I was quite impressed when he stood back up. There wasn't a single hair above his long, thin pole, and his large, plump balls were hairless too.

"They don't let you have hair, anywhere?" I asked, inspecting his junk.

"That's actually a personal choice" he gulped, and his rod twitched.

"Naughty boy" I smirked, and grasped his cock.

For a moment, his expression looked as though I'd murdered his entire family and fucked his cat. He was horrified, and tried to step back before realising that I had a firm grip on his manhood. He looked around wide eyed, as if waiting for Jesus Christ himself to walk in, before simply glaring down at his own, hardening dick.

I squeezed his cock head through his foreskin, and he gasped breathlessly.

"Damn, bro" I laughed, "we haven't even started yet".

His naked legs began to buckle as I peeled back the skin to reveal a bulbous little pink helmet.

"So this cock has never shot cum?" I asked with interest.

"A... At night" he gulped, as he became stiffer, "sometimes I have... Wet dreams".

"Well this is gonna be real fucking wet" I told him, and pushed him back onto the bed.

Before he had a chance to do anything, I pulled both his shoes off, and stripped him entirely naked. He whimpered and gasped, but his cock had now reached about six inches and was as hard as a nail.

"We've gone this far" I shrugged, and sat on the edge of the bed with my cock in my hand, "so get your mouth around it".

Once again, his expression changed to one of unbelievable shock, but his pole dribbled a bead of clear pre-cum down his shaft, and with a helpful tug, he crawled back toward me.

"I shouldn't be doing this" he almost sobbed, but did so as he lowered his face onto my crotch.

Evidently, his arousal was spurring him on, because a moment later, I felt his hot, wet lips around the tip of my prick, and sighed contently as he began to suck.

He wasn't actually too bad, though I winced a few times as his teeth scraped my sensitive flesh. I lay back, allowing him to swallow as much of my meat as he could, before realising that his smooth, plump ass was spread just inches away from me.

I considered it for a moment. How would the naked mormon feel if I did it. How desperate would he need to be for cock before he'd allow it. There was only one way to find out.

I took my index finger and sucked on it for a moment as he continued gagging on me, and with one simple motion, I punched it into his hole and he gasped violently on my cock.

His painfully tight sphincter clamped around my knuckle as his warm insides slid under my fingertip. He sounded like he was giving birth, his breathing had become laboured and erratic, and yet he continued to choke himself on my meat.

I waited for a moment, leaving my finger in his pussy whilst he sucked, until slowly I began to explore him. He whimpered again, but made no effort to move away, and so I prodded and poked and watched as his steel hard erection poured onto the sheets.

Eden was becoming more skilled at sucking cock, and I could now feel him reach the base for a second or two at a time, before sliding back up breathlessly, and trying again. A few more minutes like this, and I'd surely spray his throat. But I had other plans for the timid little mormon.

I reached over, grabbed his two legs with ease, and lifted him over my face. Once again, the reasoning behind this sudden homosexual lust is lost on me, but I certainly enjoyed it.

I lowered him down so that each of his knees were either side of my head, and his throbbing boner rested over my chin.

I could smell the faint hint of soap from his private parts, and wrapped my mouth around his puckering hole as he moaned into my cock once more.

If somebody had told me a week before, that I'd be eating an English boy's ass seven days later, I would have probably punched them, but something about sliding my tongue into his virgin hole was making me hornier than I had ever been in my life.

He was grunting now, and I could feel his pre-seed pour and pool on my neck. There was something special about being the first person to ever touch him like this, and I was eager to continue it.

My tongue pushed deeper into his rectum, and he mewled and purred in pleasure as it did. His lithe, teen body was doused in a layer of sweat as I tongue fucked his ring, until finally it was wet enough.

"I'm not sucking your dick" I told him, flipping him around, "but I'm gonna make you cum".

The nervous, yet horny young man nodded as I positioned him on his hands and knees at the end of the bed.

I reached into the locker and pulled out a condom and as he watched, he stopped me.

"They're... They're against my religion" he said, and a shy smile spread across his cute face.

"If you say so" I smirked back, and as I walked around the bed once more, I found his bag on the floor.

"Here" I scoffed, throwing The Book of Mormon at him, "read me a story while I destroy your fuck hole".

I knew it was too far, hell I cringe about it to this day, but having the timid young man read passages from his holy book whilst I defiled his virginal hole sounded like the hottest thing in the world at the time, and much to my disbelief, as I grasped his hips and dragged him backwards, he began to read.

I lined up my drooling cock to his wet, pink ring and pressed against it as he read.

"It... It shall come in a day when there shall be churches built up, that shall... Owwww!"

I pushed my cock head into his tight hole, and felt his sphincter clamp around it as I did. His breathing became somehow high pitched, and he whimpered as it popped inside him.

"Keep going" I grunted, using my thumbs to pull his pert cheeks further apart.

"That shall say 'come unto me' and for your money you shall be forgiven for your sins. Oh wow, that's... That's..."

"Come unto me?" I smirked, driving another inch or two deep into his rectum, "don't worry, I plan to. Keep going".

As the teenage mormon continued to moan out passages of his book, I embedded my eight and a half inch rod into him. He was gasping and groaning, and I watched as his red ring spread painfully around the base of my cock and allowed him a moment to get used to it.

"Oh ye, wicked and perverse and stiff minded people" he gasped, swiping the page over as I pulled from his pained orifice.

"Correct" I smirked, and shoved every inch back inside.

"OWWWW!" He howled, his body tightening as the pain drilled through him,

"Too much?" I asked, slowing my rhythm to a gentle buggering.

"A bit" he gasped, "but I... I think I like it".

He read more, and with each word he forced out, my cock slammed against his prostate, until he was too overwhelmed to read anymore.

I held him tightly, squeezing his waist as I pounded my fuck meat in and out of his brutalised ring. It was better than any sex I had ever had before, so good in fact, that I wasn't sure I'd last much longer.

I reached down, wrapped my muscular arm around his neck and dragged him backwards so that his back rested against my chest as I stood at the end of the bed.

"You ready?" I growled in his ear, and he nodded eagerly.

I reached down, grabbed his book and held it to his face as I began to dart my prick up his ass in quick, rough strokes.

"Read" I snarled, feeling his enlarged prostate against my cock head inside him.

I'd never fucked someone as hard and fast before, and I knew that I'd only manage the pace for a few more minutes.

I drilled deep into him, the sound of heavy fucking ringing out as Eden whimpered the words.

"The time cometh at the day when all these things must be fulfilled" he moaned, and I knew that he was ready.

I dropped the open book under his spasming cock, and held it there as I ploughed him violently.

"OH! OHHHH! PLEASE! OH MY!"

His moans turned to squeals and it caused me to spill over the edge. As my balls tightened, I felt like a hose. My cock head began to explode deep inside the mormon boy, spraying his battered rectum with thick, hot sperm.

My eyes rolled back, but not before I watched as he tugged his own boner furiously, and began squirting rope after rope after rope of jizz into the pages of his book.

I thought that my load was large, considering that after five or six large spurts of thick cum, I was still drooling into him, but the young mormon had dwarfed me, and eight large, wet pools later, and the breathless young man was still oozing.

We remained in place, both of us shivering with the magical orgasms we'd just shared, as the ink in his book began seep into his puddles of sperm.

My cock eventually softened and slid out of him with a wet squelch, before I fell onto the bed and he stood up.

"I'm so sorry" he almost cried, dressing quicker than I'd ever seen anyone dress before, "I shouldn't have done this, this was a terrible idea".

He pulled back on his shirt, his hands shaking as he buttoned it up, and reached for his soaking book.

"Don't let your parents see that" I smirked, as he closed it shut and sperm dribbled out the side.

Eden stuffed it into his bag and limped toward the door.

"Hey, dude" I called after him, and reluctantly he stopped and looked back.

"It's normal" I said, my cock still drooling onto my toned stomach, "post-nut clarity, you'll be horny again in a few hours".

"Absolutely not" he spat, and thundered down the stairs.

"Well when you are" I called after him, "you know where to find me!"

The door slammed shut a moment later and I laughed to myself as I curled back up in bed. Damn, that had been fun.

We managed to get another two weeks out of our stay, before the locals had apparently had enough of our antics. On the final day, a middle aged man and woman appeared outside and without giving a reason, demanded that we leave at once and not return. I noticed that as we were walking by them with our bags in hand, Eden stood on the other side of the road.

Without making it obvious, the young man rushed toward me, stuffed an envelope into my hand and I watched as the man who had been outside our door, grabbed him roughly by the scruff and walked him back down the street.

Dear American Boy,

What happened between us was the most sinful thing I have ever done, and I have disappointed my parents, my church and myself.

It was a mistake, and I must apologise profusely.

I'll be travelling to San Diego in a years time to begin my two year missionary, and would love to make the same mistake again.

Yours,

Eden (like the garden)