After Church

Before Church This Time

Wife's Gone, Sunday Morning, 9:20 am

"Hello?"

"Hi. You alone?"

"Yep."

"Cool. Be right there."

Sunday was the day that Dad came over to get serviced. It had become a needed weekly meet up for him. He'd drop the kids off at Sunday School, drive over to The Guy's house, get taken care of, then pick up his wife and go to church.

Luckily, Dad lived on the next block over and a few houses down from The Guy's house. He could walk to the next block, head down the alley, and stroll right up to his kitchen door, which he always left open. One more thing that made this easy.

*******

This all started about a year ago. One of Dad's buddies told him about The Guy, which was totally against Brother's rules. His buddy could get himself into a heap of crap. A Brother's identity should never be shared with anyone, not even other Brothers. Men were supposed to find each other on their own, not be exposed by mutual friends.

With that in the back of his head for a week or two, Dad took a risk this one Sunday morning and meandered through the neighborhood ending up in the backyard of The Guy his buddy had told him about. He hadn't known how to make contact with The Guy to arrange something ahead of time.  He didn't care. He was so horny he had to meet him. He opened the back gate and boldly walked up the back steps and knocked on the kitchen door. The door opened revealing a well-built, early forties man, with a hairy chest, and a nice package. So this was The Guy.

All Dad said was, "He sent me."

The Guy opened the door and stepped back to let Dad in. The Guy looked around outside, then stepped back and closed and locked the door. When he turned around to go into the kitchen, Dad stood there with his pants open and his dick flopping out. The Guy smiled and said, "You need it bad, doncha?"

"I sure do, my Brother." Dad leaned back against the countertop, arching his back, and showing off his growing cock. As the Guy watched, his own prick grew too. It poked straight up. No hesitation there. Dad reached over and pulled on it. He loved the feel of other men in his hand. He took pleasure in assessing its length and girth, comparing his own to the other man's. That tug made The Guy come to full stature.

Squirming a little as Dad explored his prick, the Guy looked over at Dad and asked, "What is it you came here for?"

"He told me about you," Dad started, hesitantly. "You… and... your mouth."

"Yes, and what do you need from me?" The Guy asked again, rephrasing the question this time.

Dad faltered. He wasn't expecting to have to say anything. He figured, with his pants open, the Guy would figure out what he needed. 'Oh well, here goes,' he thought. "I need… your mouth… on this," he said holding his prick tightly.

"How do you like it?" the Guy asked.

'Man, this Guy sure is infuriating! Just suck the g.d. thing!' Dad thought. "Wet. Get it wet. Put it in your mouth and suck, up and down, slow 'n' steady. Take your time. That Ok?"

"Yes, sir." The Guy smiled and said, "I want to do it exactly how you like it." The Guy knelt down. Looking up he added, "I never want to disappoint."

Dad grinned and said, "I ain't too picky about how you get it done."

The Guy laughed and responded, "You may not be. But would you rather just get it done? Or really fucking enjoy how it gets done?"

Dad shoved his pants lower and took a step forward until his dick was right up close to The Guy's face. "For right now? Man, I need to get it done. Now! We can worry about the particulars another time. Is that Ok with you?"

Before the Guy could add anything else to the conversation, Dad lunged forward shoving that hard prick of his into the Guy's mouth. "Ready or not, man, here it is!"

The Guy took it and gobbled it down all the way, much to Dad's surprise. 'Guys usually gotta work up to that,' he thought as he swung his hips back and forth pulsing his cock in and out of The Guy's mouth. Dad's cock was pretty thick. Some Brothers could only suck his bulbous knob. He was somewhere between seven and eight inches long. Dad never had the vanity or curiosity to measure. 'Hell, what can you do about it anyway?' he'd say to himself. "It's a damn fine cock just the way it is.'

The Guy's hands came up to grab Dad's hips, holding him steady. Dad couldn't believe how far down his throat this Guy took him. His nose was buried in his pubes. And The Guy let it sit there too while that throat of his worked Dad over good. 'Is this Guy gonna breathe any time soon?' Dad thought. 'Aw fuck. Oh yeah. Man oh man this Guy's good.' Dad closed his eyes and lost himself in a kind of pleasure he'd never really been offered before.

Those hands of his started to explore Dad's body too. The Guy ran them down his muscled legs, brushing his hair lightly, tickling Dad a bit. Then as his hands rose back up again, he squeezed the ridges of muscle in his fists. When they got up to those glutes, the Guy scrunched them tightly in his fists loving the feel of that hard muscle. Slowly he pulled those cheeks apart while Dad continued pistoning his cock in and out of his mouth. The Guy took his middle finger and ran it up the crack finding Dad's hole, buried deep inside that cavern. He rubbed it, getting a loud moan in response. He pulled off Dad's cock for a moment, wet the tip of that finger, sucked Dad's cock back into his mouth, then commenced the exploration of Dad's anus.

'Oh fuck! Oh, fuck! What, in the fucking hell, is The Guy doing to me?' Dad had obviously never been explored back there, at least not in this pleasurable way. 'Oh shit! Oh shit! He's.. what? Oh my god!'

The Guy relished the sensations he felt when a Brother got something new from him. It sure was clear that Dad had never had more than a quick blowjob before. He pulled his finger back and wet it one more time. He knew Dad was getting really close so it was now or never.

Dad was getting breathless until finally, he cried out, "I'm there, brother. You ready?"

As soon as he asked the question, the Guy shoved his finger past that clenched sphincter and right up Dad's anus. He found the swollen button deep inside and pushed. Hard. Again. And again.

"Arrrrrrrgh!" Dad screamed as he shot squirts of seed right down the Guy's throat. His ass clenched with each splash of cum, crushing The Guy's finger in that hole. But The Guy was smart. His finger had done its job. He let it slide out before Dad's ejaculation was complete. And before Dad broke his finger with those ass muscles of his.

The guy pulled Dad up close, not letting him back away. Dad's sensitive, post-ejaculation prick needed to be left alone, but The Guy wasn't having any of that. Dad danced around as that tongue found every tender, over-stimulated spot. His whole body shook. He wriggled and shivered. Dad began to make incomprehensible noises, lifting one foot then the other off the ground, hopping back and forth, one foot to another.

"Please… please! Let go, man. Please?" Dad pleaded.

Finally, the Guy leaned back, catching himself with his arm bent behind him, stopping himself from toppling over. Dad's dick popped out of his mouth as he did so. Dad still danced his post-ejaculation spasms off hopping around the kitchen. Finally, he calmed, turned to face the wall, and held on to the countertop. He kept gasping for breath, calming his overstimulated body. After one long deep breath in, and, ever so slowly, breathing it out, he finally coming back into himself.

"Shit, man, no one's ever done that to me… you know?" Dad whispered. Then he turned and straightened up. Feeling a little more himself, he leaned back against the counter and asked, "Is it always like that with you?"

The Guy stood and sidled up close to Dad. He put his arms on his shoulders and said, "Yes."

They both chuckled. Then they laughed loudly. The laughter turned into a howl and the howl turned into one of those breathless silent laughs that hurt your stomach.

Dad tucked himself back in, felt up his mound, wriggling it back to a comfortable spot, and zipped up. He reached for The Guy and pulled him in for a huge bear hug. The Guy squeezed back just as tightly. When they let go of each other, Dad asked, "Do you mind if I come back again?"

"Well, at least you asked this time." They got laughing all over again. When he got enough breath to speak, The Guy said, "Sure, man. I'm around on Sundays."

Dad gave him another quick hug saying, "Thanks, Brother. See you next week?"

The Guys opened the back door to let Dad out and said, "Sure thing, Brother."

*******

That was the first time.

Though Dad didn't get there every Sunday, heading over to The Guy's house was a regular thing. Dad couldn't believe how The Guy made him feel. There was no emotional attachment whatsoever. How could there be? They didn't even know each other's names. All they were was what one man did for the other. And that was a lot.

Dad always wondered how many Brothers knew of this guy and engaged him for his expert service. He figured there had to be dozens. Why not? The Guy was really good at what he did. Good? I mean incredible! What Dad didn't know, how could he? Was that that buddy of his, had only been here once. He was too chicken to go again never mind making it a regular thing.

The Guy was a truck driver delivering supplies for various businesses around the five counties north of the cities. The house he lived in was his Dad's house. He inherited it over ten years ago. His wife hated small-town life and hated it even more when his work took him away from her three of four nights a week. So three years ago, she moved in with her parents down in St. Paul.

Living in different cities didn't do any harm to their marriage, their relationship, nor their love for each other. St. Paul was where the warehouses were. He began his weekly runs down there. He made his runs from Thursday to Monday, giving him three nights with his wife. She loved it because, between the parents she adored and her many friends from growing up in St. Paul, she had plenty of company while he was gone.

The Guy had had his fun on the road, here and there, every so often, but never anything regular. That is until he met up with Dad that one Sunday. It was always hot. Always new. Always different. He couldn't explain it, but it was. Up until that first meeting, the Guy was more often than not, the host offering up his seed to another Brother's willing mouth. He had reciprocated, but it wasn't a regular thing. Dad brought out this new side of him. He relished the feeling he got from making Dad squirm and squeal as he pleasured his cock, Sunday after Sunday. Until one specific time.

After several visits, Dad got comfortable enough with the Guy that he took off all his clothes. He felt so much freer having undressed, displaying his naked muscled body, including his massive engorged manhood. Dad never realized he could be such an exhibitionist, but there it was. And then, to have a Brother on his knees worshiping his cock and welcoming his gift of seed? Man oh man, it couldn't get any better.

But Dad started to wonder what the other side of things might feel like. Why did The Guy love doing that so much? What was it like to be on your knees as your Brother's servant, worshiping his cock?

On one particular Sunday, just as they were getting into the final throes of passion, Dad pushed the Guy off him and pulled him up into a standing position. Answering the puzzled look on the Guy's face, Dad knelt down in front of him. His eyes never leaving The Guy's face, he slowly began to stroke him. The Guy was already stiff and close to the end himself. When he gave Dad a gentle grin, Dad opened his waiting mouth and took him in as far as he could take it. The Guy didn't wait long before he fucked Dad's face, holding onto his head, keeping him in place.

The load came quick. The Guy held on, making sure Dad took it all. No pulling away. "If you want it, you're gonna get it. Take it all. Swallow me whole. Take it Dad, you cocksucker."

Dad was red with shame. He was surprised at the vehemence with which the Guy cried out. He hadn't expected that. He wasn't sure why, but he felt hurt. It stung. That sure wasn't how he wanted it to be between them. What did it mean?

The Guy gently helped Dad up. He looked deeply into his eyes. That only made Dad's feelings worse. He couldn't look back. The Guy took him by the chin and made Dad look at him. "If you're not willing to feel the way you're feeling, never get on your knees again."

Dad nodded sheepishly. Part of him wanted to get the hell outta there. Another part wanted to punch the fuck outta this Guy. But mostly he didn't understand what just happened.

"You got someplace you gotta go?" the Guy asked.

"Nope," Dad answered. "Just me this weekend. The family's gone for a couple of days." Then he wondered, "Why?"

The Guy smiled, warmly, and reached for Dad's hand. "Follow me."

He led Dad around the corner to a small bedroom. It was one of those small bungalows with two bedrooms and a bath between them, off the kitchen. The Guy pulled back the covers and pushed Dad down onto the bed. He crawled in beside him, pulling the covers up over both of their bodies.

"The Brothers can be real fuckers, you know? They're all buddy-buddy one minute and the next some Brother is shoving a cock down your throat making you take his load. Sometimes, it can even get brutal. He's got to prove to himself that he's still the man, even though his dick is down another man's throat. It's all about control. Masculinity. Power over another man."

Dad didn't know where this was coming from or why. The Guy continued on when he saw the blank look in Dad's eyes. "I figured you wanted to see what it was like on the other end of things. Am I right?"

Dad nodded.

I thought to myself, 'This guy is way too naive.' So I showed you want it's like... most of the time. I didn't want you to try that out with another Brother who's gonna get way more aggressive than I did just now."

Dad nodded.

"Have you ever tasted a man's seed before?" the Guy asked.

Dad shook his head.

"Didn't think so," The Guy paused, letting that sink into Dad's brain. Then he grinned and asked, "What'd you think?"

Dad gave a faint smile and said, "It was all right." Then he chuckled, "Not as bad as I thought it would taste." He shook his head back and forth slowly, "You know, I wasn't sure I was gonna do that. Swallow, I mean. I was gonna pull off and let you splash it all over my chest instead."

"But that's not what Brothers are supposed to do, now is it?"

"Isn't it?"

"For your future reference, those Brothers who are all about their masculinity staying intact and having power over the guy down there on his knees in front of him, those guys? If you pulled off, they'd grab your face and shoot that load all over your face, humiliating you. Probably calling you a few choice names as well. Keeping their power intact. You never thought of that did you?"

"Well, no," Dad replied quietly. "Especially not from you." 

"I wouldn't do that to you. But you also needed to learn what's expected of you, didn't you?"

Dad wasn't understanding where this was going. He listened closely to what The Guy said next.

"It's not just about making a Brother cum, it's about accepting what he's giving you. He's letting you see and touch his sacred cock, his full and complete manhood. By allowing you to work him over, he's also giving you the privilege of pulling that seed right up, out of his balls. Not everyone gets to do that. He's giving you that privilege. And, in return, you cherish his seed, savoring the moment of its release and afterward. That's how it should be. That's how it has been for me, with you."

The Guy looked bashful, all of a sudden, shy, having said what he said.

With two fingers pressed against the Guy's chin, Dad lifted his face, looked into his eyes, then closed his own, and gave him a long tender kiss.

Dad pulled back and whispered, "Thank you, my Brother."

"This is between us. Our gift to each other. I willingly take your seed and you willingly take mine. We do it in the love of our god, Fryer, our Brother, who makes the two of us Brothers."

The Guy lowered himself, pushing the covers off as he uncovered Dad's nakedness. He took Dad's flaccid cock into his mouth and began his love-making. Dad responded quickly, arching his back off the mattress. The Guy slurped and sucked and took him all the way down his throat until Dad exploded even more violently than usual. He let out that primal cry from deep within his gut until every last once of seed was emptied. The Guy swallowed. He knew that this was something different still. Making it something to take in, revere, remember.

After that particular Sunday, the two Brothers talked more, got to know each other. Their Sunday worship became a prolonged affair, a necessary ritual, that sustained each man. They reveled in the ecstasy the other provided and the genuine care they felt for the other man.

'I've never had anything like this before,' Dad thought, as he drove away that Sunday. 'But man, thank god, that I do now.'