Apprentice tate - Chapter 4 - Anointing - Ethan Tate & Dillon Stone
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Apprentice Tate's reputation precedes him. He's a insane child who requires highly careful handling, but if one is patient and firm, the results can be spectacular. When the creases of his arrogant youthfulness are eventually ironed out, it's thought among the masters, this Apprentice is destined for fine things. Over the past few months, the general consensus is that he's revved a corner and has began to take his Apprentice role seriously. He's definitely one of the most sexy fellows that has transferred thru The Order, so when I was called to oversee his anointing, I perceived a genuine rush of excitement. Anointing a youthful man is a most profoundly sensual experience. I enjoy the sheer pleasure of super-hot lube dribbling from my fingertips, and the deep eroticism associated with running it enticingly across a boy's forehead and over his lips. I'm always exhilarated btw that an Apprentice shudders as I work my lubricious forearms down his soft body, purring softly in his ear until he's rock-hard and pulsing with nervous, lust-fuelled desire. What made the seduction of Apprentice Tate even more rewarding, however, was the looks of unspoiled desire he was throwing me via the ritual. Those part-innocent, part-all-knowing rich, blue eyes were making it absolutely clear that he intended to yield to me in a mind-blowing manner. I found myself falling to my knees and tenderly smooching the peak of his turgid penis. It swiftly made its way into my facehole and my lips were briefly slipping up and down its shaft. I flung my suit jacket off and unzipped my truss and shirt, never taking my eyes off the boy, whose face blushed madly as beads of sweat began to prickle on his forehead. I pulled him into me and taunted him with my lips for some time. He confined his breath in anticipation, knowing that the kiss he dreamed so painfully could only be initiated by his Master. They say the finest things come to those who wait, and by God were his lips worth waiting for: cool, soft, puckered. We smooched with lust precedingly unknown to us both. At that moment I doubt either of us could have imagined wanting anything more.
Apprentice Tate's reputation precedes him. He's a insane child who requires highly careful handling, but if one is patient and firm, the results can be spectacular. When the creases of his arrogant youthfulness are eventually ironed out, it's thought among the masters, this Apprentice is destined for fine things. Over the past few months, the general consensus is that he's revved a corner and has began to take his Apprentice role seriously. He's definitely one of the most sexy fellows that has transferred thru The Order, so when I was called to oversee his anointing, I perceived a genuine rush of excitement. Anointing a youthful man is a most profoundly sensual experience. I enjoy the sheer pleasure of super-hot lube dribbling from my fingertips, and the deep eroticism associated with running it enticingly across a boy's forehead and over his lips. I'm always exhilarated btw that an Apprentice shudders as I work my lubricious forearms down his soft body, purring softly in his ear until he's rock-hard and pulsing with nervous, lust-fuelled desire. What made the seduction of Apprentice Tate even more rewarding, however, was the looks of unspoiled desire he was throwing me via the ritual. Those part-innocent, part-all-knowing rich, blue eyes were making it absolutely clear that he intended to yield to me in a mind-blowing manner. I found myself falling to my knees and tenderly smooching the peak of his turgid penis. It swiftly made its way into my facehole and my lips were briefly slipping up and down its shaft. I flung my suit jacket off and unzipped my truss and shirt, never taking my eyes off the boy, whose face blushed madly as beads of sweat began to prickle on his forehead. I pulled him into me and taunted him with my lips for some time. He confined his breath in anticipation, knowing that the kiss he dreamed so painfully could only be initiated by his Master. They say the finest things come to those who wait, and by God were his lips worth waiting for: cool, soft, puckered. We smooched with lust precedingly unknown to us both. At that moment I doubt either of us could have imagined wanting anything more.
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