White knights and Savage days

It was a wet and rainy Saturday...

Missionary Madness part 1

…Many years ago in a faraway land called Boise Idaho, a mild-mannered state servant lived in one of Boise’s oldest and most notorious apartment complexes -The White/Savage. The Savage was a beautiful example of period architecture, with brick construction, marble, hexagonal ceramic tile, and hardwood floors with private baths in every unit. History radiates from the building walls, floors, and ceilings- as well as 100 plus years of sexual tension, release, and frustration. I lived in the White/Savage Apartments for 4 years.

This is the story of a Savage Night… (The truth is often stranger than fiction and I couldn't make this shit up. The names are changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent but the story is true)

It was a typical early fall Saturday, the leaves were turning, there was the brisk crisp chill to the air- the smells and colors of fall everywhere. What was out of the norm was it was a humdrum long weekend with state holiday Monday—one of the ones that the state , feds and banks take but no one else does (All my playmates worked for nonstate or federal jobs) so I had to treat it like any other Saturday --It had been a productive day, Coffee and Reading at the Flying M in the morning and then home. I had put a pot roast in the crockpot before I went for my bagel and Joe and the M. I got home cleaned house, put a fresh layer of floor wax down, and buffed it –and it brought the hardwood to a high sheen, dusted everything, I washed windows, swept the balcony, wiped down the patio furniture, finished the laundry and ironed for the week. The only unfinished laundry item was my three terry bathrobes which hang drying in the old sleeping porch now the dining room. This gave the next two days to basically veg and read and relax.

Feeling accomplished I grabbed a plate and was getting ready to fill it with Roast and veggies and settle in watching Deep Space 9 when there was a knock on the door-(DRAT! DS9 was but a minute from starting) I ran and answered the door and found two young men in black pants and white shirts with black name badges- Missionaries. The nice-looking or should I say HOT looking couple almost simultaneously ask if I was Reggie. I replied “no, he had moved”,(this is not the first set of Missionaries looking for Reggie and his wife) just then I heard the infamous voice of Captain Sisko coming from the TV. If you miss the first part of DS9 you are doomed to hell in trying to understand the rest of the episode; So I invite the boys in and ask them to wait for the break and I will update them.

One of the two was definitely a sci-fi fan- and got into watching the opening scenes with me. Then I heard the first blast of thunder and rush of rain outside- it was a downpour. I knew that I was going to have guests for a while- it was not a fit night for a man or beast or Morman boy on a bicycle. As DS9 moved into the opening commercial set I asked the boys to join me for dinner and DS9 to see if the rain would let up. I may not be into “christian” faith or organized religion but I am not a beast.

They both gave an adamant “Yes sir!” to the invite. (I knew the smell of the pot roast and freshly baked rolls and the cake had to be driving them nuts. They are still growing boys) I grabbed plates and handed them to them, inquired as to what beverage each wanted, and told them to serve themselves and we got settled in to watch DS9.

One of the boys was not into sci-fi and when he had finished dinner and put his plate in the sink. He asked to use my bathroom.- I didn't think anything of it. Coming out of my bathroom I noticed him stop at the bookshelves and start to peruse the titles. The top shelf was degree-related texts on counseling, self-help, sociology, and new age stuff, including a bible, a book of Mormon, outtakes from the Torah, and a few other things. The second shelf was LGBTQ studies –” The Joy of Sex Series” (gay, straight, and lesbian) “Kama Sutra”, “Screw the Roses give me the Thorns”, “Intimate Invasions”, John PrestonsBDSM Series, “The Front Runner trilogy,” Anne RIces series and much much more., (and several other sex manuals;) Just as I looked up I saw a very red-faced blushing missionary at my bookcase. I was thinking oh oh… well DS9 was just finishing up and the rain had stopped.

I got the boys a piece of cake and they volunteered to clean up the dinner mess. I have to admit these boys know their way around a dishwasher and kitchen sink, Thank You Morman mothers. When they were done they made their thank-yous. I handed them some paper towels and out the door and into the night they went. Nar a religious question or conversion thought was mentioned-I dodged the bullet and actually had a very pleasant night entertaining my unplanned handsome house guests.

I grabbed a shower, popped on a fresh pair of boxer briefs and pulled on the flannel bathrobe, and settled in to watch a bit more TV. As the evening waned, I shut off the boob tube, heated myself a snifter of Cointreau, and settled into reading a book in my favorite chair. It was nearing ten o’clock when I heard the thunder and rain start again- a wonderful night for music, a book, and a nightcap. 10 minutes into my reading there was a knock at the door. I get up and look out the peephole to see a soggy white shirt and someone in a bike helmet—I open the door and find one of my earlier dinner guests looking like a wet rat, soaked to the skin. I invite him and turn to grab him a towel when I feel him grab me and pull me into a deep kiss- Leaving me gobsmacked- as the next words out of his mouth are FUCK ME – as he starts peeling off wet clothing.

The manchild was possessed, he ripped open my bathrobe and licked my tits, chest, and belly heading towards my semi-soft cock in boxer briefs. He yanks them down, and my cock is engulfed in the hot man's mouth. I am standing there leaning against the door. The warmth and relaxation of the Cointreau had hit me at the same time the soft tongue started in on my now hard cock. It seemed like blissful hours as the missionary boy sucked my cock to rock hard, in reality, it had been just a few minutes. I got a hold of myself and pulled my cock from the elder’s mouth. “What are you doing, young man? I ask. “You stand up right now.” The boy’s face was flushed with embarrassment and sex. the wet white shirt showing his erect nipples, the front of his black pants bowed and throbbing. The boy was a sex-starved wreck. “Sir, I didn’t mean to be so forward, but I saw your bookshelf and knew you had to be gay like me and you are handsome and daddy like-- Just the type I like, and I have not had sex in over a year., And ... I interrupt “Enough boy get out of those wet clothes and hand them to me “. “You look like a wet rat. The shower is right there, with clean towels on the left. Go clean up and warm up and wash everything. I am going to throw everything you have on into the dryer. ( As I fish out the boy's keys and wallet) Let me grab you some briefs and a T-shirt to put on .” I hand the boy a pair of my ex’s old JCPenny briefs and I take the soggy clothes to the laundry room.

By this time the storm is in full blow, it is raining hard enough that there is water coming into the laundry room under the door and the wind is blowing hard enough that it is opening the two-hundred-pound counter weighted front foyer door. Thunking against the frame as it closed each time. It is a nasty night. I cram some rags under the laundry room door and head back upstairs.

I get back into the apartment just in time to hear the shower shut off. I was back in my chair finishing my Cointreau when that Missionary Elder stepped out of the bathroom. White T-shirt in hand, briefs on with a barely contained hard-on. Damn, this boy is fine, six-pack, nicely cut in cut, great cum gutters, and smooth as a baby’s bottom except for a small bit of crab ladder. “So boy where is your bike? I ask? “Chained up out front -is that OK”. The boy comes and kneels at the edge of the recliner. “I again apologize Sir. I just was so turned on. Watching you at dinner and the books and then the big red enema bag hanging on the back of the bathroom door. You looked like my main playmate in Salt Lake City.”

I guppy for a bit, I forgot I had left the enema bag out on the back of the bathroom door after I had given one of the bottom boys a good cleaning with it earlier in the week. “So boy what do you want? But before that, where is your partner? Aren't you two inseparable?“ I queried

“ My partner has not been sleeping well so the doctor gave him some Ambien and said I should step out for an hour or so after he takes it to let him drift off, so it isn’t uncommon for us to be a part of a while at a time. I think that it is an excuse for him to wank it and then doze off. I always smell cum when I sneak back to crawl into bed. As to what I want, I want you, sir. I want you to give me an enema or three and fuck my cleaned hole. I need cock, sir. I was used to sex three times a week from 10th grade on. This stupid missionary gig is to appease my grandparents’ will and my share of the family estate. I am not a TB (True Believer) but I do want my half-million-dollar inheritance that is sitting in trust only to be released when I complete a mission and college”.

“I see,” I reply. He continues

“We are on our last two weeks of the mission. I have been accepted to a BSU and I am staying here.” “OK” I responded. I feel a hand slide up under my robe to my boxer brief-covered cock. “Please sir, at least let me suck you off tonight please”

Just then a loud round of thunder hit, and the lights went out. The room was lit only by candle flicker.

“Well boy, the gods have spoken, lights out mean gods have said I should let you suck my cock. let’s go get comfortable” “yes Sir I hear and see that”

I grab the candle and take it to the bedroom boy in tow. I turn on the battery-powered CD player to play some Kenny G and turn the comforter down. I slip off my robe and lay down and have the boy join me. I pull his lips to me and plant a long hard deep kiss on his mouth forcing my tongue in letting him know I am in charge. I can feel the precum oozing from his briefs on my belly as he slides a hand down to give his firm ass a hard squeeze. I push my tongue further into his mouth.

I work for my other hand and start to slide down the boy’s briefs - I get far enough that I have access to his tight little hole and slide my finger over it eliciting a loud moan, and “Oh daddy” from him. There is no way I am getting his briefs off without breaking the kiss. I choose instead to push his head to my cock. He knows the universal sigh of shut up and sucks. He slides my briefs down and off and takes to my cock like a hoover to dust bunnies, sucking as his life force came from my piss slit. I just lay back and enjoy his ministrations and oral skill.

He sucks cock like a pro, someone trained him well. He had me close to shooting in a few short minutes and that wasn't my plan. I pull him off my cock with a pop, whirl him around and pull the briefs off. I Pull his ass to my face and proceed to open that pink little hole, licking tentatively at first and then forcing my tongue into him, tongue fucking him. My sweet little Morman boy is moaning and groaning and carrying on loud enough I know I am going to hear about it from the upstairs neighbors, the boy was making the sounds that only a man getting a heavy hard tongue fucking makes. I just keep working that sweet hole, forcing my cock further in his mouth as I am pulling his cheeks apart to give me better ass access. In a short time, I have a finger and then two into that tight hole. The whole time the boy is keeping my cock wet and warm. His hole is sopping wet with my saliva. My cock is sopping with his saliva. I decide it is time to slide the boy's ass down to my cock and take him to reverse cowgirl. I ask the boy if he wants me to put a condom on, telling him I tested negative a week ago. He responds “Just put that cock and cum in me I need it. Please daddy Please”

Per his request I pull him onto my throbbing cock and start to pump his wonderful rump, I am grabbing his hips to steady him as he rides me. I keep fucking his tight ass for about 5 minutes before I decide to change positions. For irony, I want to take him missionary style. I put him on his back, I grab some Wet, give a squirt and slide my cock back into the hungry hole. I feel him squeeze down on my cock each time it bumps his prostate. I am fucking him to the rhythm of the current Kenny G song, nice deep consistent strokes, each stroke into his tight ass making him moan. I quicken the pace and take shorter strokes, I feel the cum rising in my cock, and I hear the boy taking quick breaths. It isn't long before we are both yelling “I am cumming “ almost together. I pumped his ass full with 4 days of cum. His cock spurted like Old Faithful, in volume and pressure. I collapse on his chest leaving him impaled on my still throbbing cock, he is shaking and making grunting noises still unable to form words. After a bit, I start to pull out slowly and gently as I encourage the boy to squeeze his ass and keep that cum in.

I grab a clean cum rag from the basket next to bed and gently clean the huge puddle of cum off the boys and my belly. And lay on my back and pull him to me. I look at the time it is midnight night 15(thank god for a battery backup on the alarm). The power is still out. The rain is still pouring. I ask the boy what's next? What time does he need to be home? The boy hmms a bit and responds' ‘When I get there'' I left Zach my mission partner a note saying that I think I had left my wallet at your place, he will put the rain and such together and will understand if I don't come home until it is light.” Just about then the power pops back on. “Let there be light, again a sign boy” I look out the window and it looks like the rain has stopped. “How far to home boy?” “ about a mile daddy,” I thought for a minute. “ how about we shower and get you dressed and I drive you home and you and Zach head over for breakfast in the morning, I am off the next two days.” Bring some missionary stuff to leave so you can take credit. You can grab your bike then” “But Daddy” he whines, “ Boy you are too close to the goal to fuck up now” I reply.

“Speaking of fucked, I think we need to give you a couple of good hot soapy enemas to get that cum and lube out of you so you don't do cum farts all night or tomorrow.- Go get yourself ass up in the tub.- there is a jar of vaseline on the back of the toilet slather your cock with it, I will grab the bag and fill it” I get some grumbling and “but daddy” but the boy complies, I grab the bag off the door and take it to the kitchen to fill. I use my standard Liquid silk solution of Doc Bonners, baking soda, and hot water- I go back in to find the boy ass up and head down in the claw foot tub, I hang the bag on the shower rod, I grab a glob of vaseline and grease the very red hole and slide the douche nozzle into the boy. As it slides in I get an “Oh god, YES!” and I get down on my knees so I can jack the boy's cock, as the warm soapy solution fills him. I let a third of the bag fill him and stop the flow. I rub his back and slap his ass hard and start again. I keep repeating until he is filled. The boy is no stranger to the enema bag, his cock gets harder the fuller he gets, and he moans in both pleasure and cramping as the bad flattens.

I keep slowly edging him. I remind him he is not to cum as I slowly tease his throbbing cock. I look at the clock in the bathroom and see he has held the enema for about 5 minutes, I figure that is long enough. I pop the nozzle out and help the boy stand and sit him on the toilet. I grab the bag and take it back to the kitchen to fill it again. I leave the boy to drain a bit then walk in and have him back in the tub for another fill, I grease his hole slide the nozzle in and go back to edging him and whispering in his ear about how good a boy he is with an occasional hard slap on the ass. . This time I run the whole bag in without a stop, I don't make him hold, just get up and get on the toilet and let it out as I run to fill the bag with just water and baking soda to rinse the Doc Bonners out of him. I come back in to find the boy buns up in the tub, his cock and hole pre-greased, I slide the nozzle in and kneel down and start jacking the boy, then I stop and open the clamp and let the bag flow. The water is cooler than the past two bags and generally, boys don't like it as well because it cramps sooner. I start jacking the boy fast and hard, and taking a hand to slap his ass but never stopping the flow of the enema or my jacking, I hear the gasp as the first cramp hits and jack him harder, “DDDDaddy --stop--- I am CUMMMINGGGGGGGG” just as the last of the bag entered his ass. I feel his cock pulse and literally hear the cum hit the bottom of the bathtub. I look to see his ass spasming around the enema nozzle so hard he it is making the hanging bag shake.

“Daddy, Daddy Dadddddy, that was amazing, but daddy I need to let it out please” I help the boy up and sit him on the toilet , The boy grabs me and pulls me to his chest squeezing me hard “Thank You Daddy” I pull away just as he starts to let the three quarts of fluid out of his ass. I ran to the dryer and got his clothes. I hear the toilet flush and the shower turns on, I run and hop in the shower with him, I grab him and my cock starts to harden all I can think about is that douched ass and fucking him a little bit more - I slide into him like a hot knife in to soft better. I get an “Oh Daddy” and I start pumping faster knowing I have to pull out soon or the enemas were for naught. I pull out just before I am about to cum and shoot on the boy's back, the warm shower water bathing us. I reach around and find his cock hard and throbbing again. I whisper to him that I want him to fuck me. I turn around and feel his pre-greased cock slide in. I rarely get fucked but… I feel his cock enter me and he starts to pump, it isn't long before I hear I am cumming daddy, and feel a warm shot in my ass. He pulls out and I give him a long hug.

We start the soaping process again and finish it this time. All squeaky clean. We dry off and head to get dressed, I hand him his “Garments” to put on. “Daddy, may I wear the white briefs home? Do you know under my garments? “Sure that is hot” I look at the clock and it is 1:30 am. He is standing in front of me in briefs, his cock hard again. I pull on my black boxer briefs to hide my hardening cock. “We have to get you home”

I get him dressed, and we get out the door and down the stairs, and into the RX7. He gives me the address and I head in that direction. I see a 24-hour Mcdonalds’ and pull into the drive-thru and get a couple of quarter pounders and pops and then head to get him home. He reaches over and gives me a huge kiss and tells me he will see me at 10:30 am for breakfast with Zach. I pull away and head home.

The Boy (Allen) and Zach arrived at my home the next morning at 10:45- Soaking wet. The storm started again with another huge dump of clouds, the boys thought they were safe but only Mother Nature knows for sure. Being the good doobie, I handed them towels and my terry cloth robes and put their soaked all the way through clothes in the dryer (except their “garments”).

It was interesting having two semi-naked Missionaries in my living room eating breakfast. I had made a scrambled egg cheese and green onion casserole, baked off a couple of pounds of bacon and sausage links and made a pile of toast with several jars of Jams and jellies from the farmers market on the side. We ate and discussed the aspects of Mormonism vs my Catholic Upbringing and my current practice as a Wiccan. It made for an interesting discussion as my boys drank fresh ground Flying M coffee in their underwear so to speak. I don't think this is on the recommended plan for Missionaries interfacing with Heathens but it worked well for us. It was a civilized and refined environment with some luxury, scented candles lit, KBSU classical playing in the background, and boys in terry robes enjoying the conversation.

I plugged the iron into heat so the boys could touch up their clothes before heading out. I ran downstairs and grabbed the dried clothes. I came back and was just going to hand the pile to the boys to sort out. Instead, I came back to find both boys standing in just white JCPenny briefs. “I hope you don't mind, but I couldn't stand the wet garments any longer and well Zach saw me wearing tighty whities this morning when I got home and wanted to know where I had got them. I couldn't hide anymore. We talked, Zach admitted a couple of things, one of which is he is bi-sexual and thought you were hot too” He puts his arm around Zach’s shoulders. “It got him all turned on and well he fucked me - I couldn't let that well enema’d ass go to waste and well look at Zachs' cock.”. he continued. My jaw hits the floor again. I look and see that Zach had a huge wet cut erection in the white briefs coming out over the top of the waistband.

About that time there was a loud clap of thunder and the power went out… There is more to this story but let your mind wander for now.