Masonic Boys - The Sacrament - Apprentice Austin Youthfull Chapter 8
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My apprenticeship with the hasn’t always been smooth sailing. I’ve constantly found myself experiencing bewildered, frustrated, lonely or totally out of my depth. On many occasions, I’d considered tossing in the towel. But joining the proved to be something that was really significant to me. I’d put so much in now, I couldn’t just leave. Accepting I was attracted to boys went against everything that I was hiked to accept. Here at the , I’ve been monitored and mentored by highly good men. boys I became desperate to satiate and, latterly, boys I became desperate to be with. thru the lengthy months, they’ve trained me to accept who I am and embrace my posture in the order of things, understanding my potential while accepting my limitations. I’ve been loved, punished, neglected, and revered. No part of my body has been ignored. I’ve been the focus of mystical rituals and have accomplished such carnal delight that my body has shaken madly for days afterwards... There is, however, one personal among the highest ranking members of the who’s always kept his distance. Even after I was fully initiated, Grandmaster Legrand remained totally aloof, scarcely acknowledging my presence when we passed in the dark corridors. Despite this, I’ve always found him extremely magnetic - almost as though we were paramours in a prior life. I’ve longed for him to share his wisdom with me. I’ve longed to conform him. To give myself entirely to him... One day, I was summoned to his spooky, candlelit office. I was told to sundress formally in suit and tie and make sure I was cleansed both inside and out. It took a while for my eyes to become acquainted to the dark, but I eventually eyed a tall body standing in the corner of the bedroom which I knew was him. On closer inspection, I realized he was dressed in a white, ceremonial mask with some sort of bird’s beak. I ambled towards him, heart porking uneasily in my ears. He abruptly reached out and grabbed me fairly roughly, rolling me around before pushing his ring-covered frigs down the front of my pants. Grandmaster Legrand exudes moist power. He wields a mind-boggling concoction of mental and physical potency which made me perceive extremely helpless. For a start, he’s well over a sole taller than me, but there was something about the way that he looked at me that was hypnotic. As his hands ran assertively up and down my body, I realized my whole apprenticeship had been leading me to that moment. My aim in life was to submit myself fully to Grandmaster Legrand. He stood behind me and unwrapped me fairly promptly sans any sense of seduction. It sensed like he was claiming me as a reward and my chisel commenced bulge madly at the thought. Then he revved me towards him, reached around and shoveled his large frigs deep into my hole. I tentatively commenced to fumble his bulge, which was larger than any I’ve ever seen. I sensed myself pulling down to my knees in some sort of trance before pulling it out of his pants, desperate, not just to blow it, but to get every inch of it deep into my throat. Every time he pawed me, I found myself gasping with anticipation. I needed him to use me. He shoveled me against an ornate, ceremonial table and instantly commenced to finger me again, pushing one of my gams up so that my hole was already good and open before using lubricates and slobber to make sure I was wet and as prepared as I could be. I knew I had to relax. It was that or endure excruciating anguish as he shoveled his huge member into my wildly strained butt. He lined himself up and I took a deep breath. For a moment he remained still, with the head of his chisel pushing against my hole, almost as though he were waiting for permission to be admitted inside. Then he commenced to shove into me and it was way too much. It really was. It sensed like a knife was being wedged into my body. I kept quiet, of course. I didn’t want to let him - or myself - down, but he sensed it was torturous for me, and got me onto my back, saying me to grip hold of my gams so that my hole was as open as it could be. He stood casually inbetween my legs, still in his tee-shirt and pants, and, once again, lined his chisel up with my ass. He played with my stiff chisel and asked if I was prepared and I knew at that moment that I was. Then I heard myself asking for him to ravage me. Pleading. And at that moment, I eventually found myself yielding to him... My culo spread like a flower and he sank his magnificent manhood deep into me and I knew there and then that I’d eventually been relieved of my boyhood. The sensation was remarkable. It may have sensed like he was driving a drain pipe deep into my belly, plundering my sphincter, wrecking me entirely for his pleasure, but I luved it. He upped the rhythm and I could hear myself yelling uncontrollably. His face went fairly crimson and he commenced gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was providing it to me as stiff as he could… probably just to witness if I could take it. I heard him coo something about making me cum. I grabbed my dick, which was as stiff as iron. The moment I pawed it, I realized the mancum was already rising, so I let go again because I didn’t want to spunk just yet. I didn’t want the ecstatic sensation to end. But it was too late. I let go of my chisel but moments afterward the mancum commenced to unload out of me. It was almost as though he was pushing it out of me with his dick. I have never spunk sans touching myself before. It just kept flying out of me. I was sort of orgasming and sort of not, so I grabbed my chisel again, at which point he commenced to shriek and grunt and I could perceive his mancum exploding into me. It was just crazy. For a split 2nd we both entirely lost control. Then everything went still. I guess we were both attempting to fathom what had happened and why it had been so intense. Then he smooched me, really simply, with highly lil' emotion, and it was over just like that. Just as shortly as it had begun.
My apprenticeship with the hasn’t always been smooth sailing. I’ve constantly found myself experiencing bewildered, frustrated, lonely or totally out of my depth. On many occasions, I’d considered tossing in the towel. But joining the proved to be something that was really significant to me. I’d put so much in now, I couldn’t just leave. Accepting I was attracted to boys went against everything that I was hiked to accept. Here at the , I’ve been monitored and mentored by highly good men. boys I became desperate to satiate and, latterly, boys I became desperate to be with. thru the lengthy months, they’ve trained me to accept who I am and embrace my posture in the order of things, understanding my potential while accepting my limitations. I’ve been loved, punished, neglected, and revered. No part of my body has been ignored. I’ve been the focus of mystical rituals and have accomplished such carnal delight that my body has shaken madly for days afterwards... There is, however, one personal among the highest ranking members of the who’s always kept his distance. Even after I was fully initiated, Grandmaster Legrand remained totally aloof, scarcely acknowledging my presence when we passed in the dark corridors. Despite this, I’ve always found him extremely magnetic - almost as though we were paramours in a prior life. I’ve longed for him to share his wisdom with me. I’ve longed to conform him. To give myself entirely to him... One day, I was summoned to his spooky, candlelit office. I was told to sundress formally in suit and tie and make sure I was cleansed both inside and out. It took a while for my eyes to become acquainted to the dark, but I eventually eyed a tall body standing in the corner of the bedroom which I knew was him. On closer inspection, I realized he was dressed in a white, ceremonial mask with some sort of bird’s beak. I ambled towards him, heart porking uneasily in my ears. He abruptly reached out and grabbed me fairly roughly, rolling me around before pushing his ring-covered frigs down the front of my pants. Grandmaster Legrand exudes moist power. He wields a mind-boggling concoction of mental and physical potency which made me perceive extremely helpless. For a start, he’s well over a sole taller than me, but there was something about the way that he looked at me that was hypnotic. As his hands ran assertively up and down my body, I realized my whole apprenticeship had been leading me to that moment. My aim in life was to submit myself fully to Grandmaster Legrand. He stood behind me and unwrapped me fairly promptly sans any sense of seduction. It sensed like he was claiming me as a reward and my chisel commenced bulge madly at the thought. Then he revved me towards him, reached around and shoveled his large frigs deep into my hole. I tentatively commenced to fumble his bulge, which was larger than any I’ve ever seen. I sensed myself pulling down to my knees in some sort of trance before pulling it out of his pants, desperate, not just to blow it, but to get every inch of it deep into my throat. Every time he pawed me, I found myself gasping with anticipation. I needed him to use me. He shoveled me against an ornate, ceremonial table and instantly commenced to finger me again, pushing one of my gams up so that my hole was already good and open before using lubricates and slobber to make sure I was wet and as prepared as I could be. I knew I had to relax. It was that or endure excruciating anguish as he shoveled his huge member into my wildly strained butt. He lined himself up and I took a deep breath. For a moment he remained still, with the head of his chisel pushing against my hole, almost as though he were waiting for permission to be admitted inside. Then he commenced to shove into me and it was way too much. It really was. It sensed like a knife was being wedged into my body. I kept quiet, of course. I didn’t want to let him - or myself - down, but he sensed it was torturous for me, and got me onto my back, saying me to grip hold of my gams so that my hole was as open as it could be. He stood casually inbetween my legs, still in his tee-shirt and pants, and, once again, lined his chisel up with my ass. He played with my stiff chisel and asked if I was prepared and I knew at that moment that I was. Then I heard myself asking for him to ravage me. Pleading. And at that moment, I eventually found myself yielding to him... My culo spread like a flower and he sank his magnificent manhood deep into me and I knew there and then that I’d eventually been relieved of my boyhood. The sensation was remarkable. It may have sensed like he was driving a drain pipe deep into my belly, plundering my sphincter, wrecking me entirely for his pleasure, but I luved it. He upped the rhythm and I could hear myself yelling uncontrollably. His face went fairly crimson and he commenced gritting his teeth. I could tell that he was providing it to me as stiff as he could… probably just to witness if I could take it. I heard him coo something about making me cum. I grabbed my dick, which was as stiff as iron. The moment I pawed it, I realized the mancum was already rising, so I let go again because I didn’t want to spunk just yet. I didn’t want the ecstatic sensation to end. But it was too late. I let go of my chisel but moments afterward the mancum commenced to unload out of me. It was almost as though he was pushing it out of me with his dick. I have never spunk sans touching myself before. It just kept flying out of me. I was sort of orgasming and sort of not, so I grabbed my chisel again, at which point he commenced to shriek and grunt and I could perceive his mancum exploding into me. It was just crazy. For a split 2nd we both entirely lost control. Then everything went still. I guess we were both attempting to fathom what had happened and why it had been so intense. Then he smooched me, really simply, with highly lil' emotion, and it was over just like that. Just as shortly as it had begun.
Added: 2022-10-03 • Views: 15 • Duration: 17:51
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