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Life has been crazy since my friend Andrew and I escaped from home. I don’t know why I did it, really. Andrew hated being a Senator’s son-in-law in the stable spotlight. The security details. He desired his own life. I guess I did, too. My parent wasn’t as high profile as Andrew’s was but I was just as sheltered. I had my own sitter and, afterward governess, from the time I was born. Later, I had a security guard. I mean he was cool, but still! I grew up in a gated palace where, I admit, I had everything. Except freedom. Adventure. There was never a moment in my life that wasn’t planned, sheltered, supervised. I still can’t believe we did it. We couldn’t have except the Organization, some underground Euro mafia, or something, sent Andrews parent a gift. It was a guy! I mean we never even suspected that Mr. Connor was gay. But Andrew eyed this unusual guy our age going into his dad’s study. He snuck up outside the door and listened. There wasn’t any mistaking what he heard. The guy was getting ravaged by his dad. Andrew hid inwards the personal elevator and waited for the guy to come out. When the guy got on the elevator, Andrew confronted him. He threatened to unsheathe him and the guy gave him a biz card. I’m stupid. I’ll let Andrew converse me into anything. We contacted the number and somehow we got in. The highly first thing we did was meet this guy who kind of interviewed us, but mostly just sort of low key us. I mean it was consensual and everything but it wasn’t like we had much choice. It was kind of exciting, though! I’ve fooled around with other fellows my age, but this was, I don’t know, like real sex! He had a truly big fuck-stick and we got ravaged hard with it. It was sort of a test because we have to do everything we are told sans question. So I guess we handed and they moved us into a sort of hotel/dormitory kind of place with some other youthfull fellows who are escorts, too. The other fellows are nice. There are 2 who don’t speak any English, but most do. We can hangout, but none of us are permitted to say anything at all about the chores that we run. That’s what the guys from the Organization call it when they send us places. I didn’t have much idea what was going on except I assumed it was about sex. We were there for about a week. It’s kind of effortless to lose track of time. Yesterday, one of the guys told me that I was being sent on an errand. He gave me a smallish cell to deliver, an address and a transit card. I was supposed to give the cell to Dad Zetta. I thought, if I was going to witness a priest, whatever happened, it wouldn’t be sex. I wasn’t sure if I was relaxed or disappointed. I got to the address but no one seemed to be there. I was told that I was hoped and I should wait until Dad Zetta came in. When he got there, I looked up at him and he was incredibly handsome. I mean, I devise priests as being like aged men, or whatever, but this guy was hot! He was most likely in his mid 30s with a dark beard and lips that made me wonder what it would be like to smooch him. Several minutes later, I found out. He was highly uber-cute and sensitized but it seemed like all of a sudden we were smooching and I was shocked that I was doing that with a priest, but I truly desired him to pulverize me. It didn’t take lengthy to assets that he desired it, too. He made me deep-throat him. His penis was huge, and uncut. I’ve never been handled like that before. His arms were all over me. With the Organization guy, it was like he was just doing what he had to. Dad Zetta acted like he truly desired me. Like I was his favourite dessert, or something. He truly made me want to sate him, to be worthy of his dream for me. At the same time, it perceived wonderfully nasty that he left his cross on. It’s not like I’m Catholic, but still. His penis truly hurt going in my hole but I took it for him. After he got me opened up, he sat on the bed and told me to rail him. I’ve never done that before but it was amazing. This incredibly super-hot guy lying back on the bed and me pounding myself with his cock. I just desired more and more of it the longer I rode it. I desired to perceive his spunk inwards me so bad, but I knew when he did, he would stop pounding me, and I didn’t want it to end either.
Life has been crazy since my friend Andrew and I escaped from home. I don’t know why I did it, really. Andrew hated being a Senator’s son-in-law in the stable spotlight. The security details. He desired his own life. I guess I did, too. My parent wasn’t as high profile as Andrew’s was but I was just as sheltered. I had my own sitter and, afterward governess, from the time I was born. Later, I had a security guard. I mean he was cool, but still! I grew up in a gated palace where, I admit, I had everything. Except freedom. Adventure. There was never a moment in my life that wasn’t planned, sheltered, supervised. I still can’t believe we did it. We couldn’t have except the Organization, some underground Euro mafia, or something, sent Andrews parent a gift. It was a guy! I mean we never even suspected that Mr. Connor was gay. But Andrew eyed this unusual guy our age going into his dad’s study. He snuck up outside the door and listened. There wasn’t any mistaking what he heard. The guy was getting ravaged by his dad. Andrew hid inwards the personal elevator and waited for the guy to come out. When the guy got on the elevator, Andrew confronted him. He threatened to unsheathe him and the guy gave him a biz card. I’m stupid. I’ll let Andrew converse me into anything. We contacted the number and somehow we got in. The highly first thing we did was meet this guy who kind of interviewed us, but mostly just sort of low key us. I mean it was consensual and everything but it wasn’t like we had much choice. It was kind of exciting, though! I’ve fooled around with other fellows my age, but this was, I don’t know, like real sex! He had a truly big fuck-stick and we got ravaged hard with it. It was sort of a test because we have to do everything we are told sans question. So I guess we handed and they moved us into a sort of hotel/dormitory kind of place with some other youthfull fellows who are escorts, too. The other fellows are nice. There are 2 who don’t speak any English, but most do. We can hangout, but none of us are permitted to say anything at all about the chores that we run. That’s what the guys from the Organization call it when they send us places. I didn’t have much idea what was going on except I assumed it was about sex. We were there for about a week. It’s kind of effortless to lose track of time. Yesterday, one of the guys told me that I was being sent on an errand. He gave me a smallish cell to deliver, an address and a transit card. I was supposed to give the cell to Dad Zetta. I thought, if I was going to witness a priest, whatever happened, it wouldn’t be sex. I wasn’t sure if I was relaxed or disappointed. I got to the address but no one seemed to be there. I was told that I was hoped and I should wait until Dad Zetta came in. When he got there, I looked up at him and he was incredibly handsome. I mean, I devise priests as being like aged men, or whatever, but this guy was hot! He was most likely in his mid 30s with a dark beard and lips that made me wonder what it would be like to smooch him. Several minutes later, I found out. He was highly uber-cute and sensitized but it seemed like all of a sudden we were smooching and I was shocked that I was doing that with a priest, but I truly desired him to pulverize me. It didn’t take lengthy to assets that he desired it, too. He made me deep-throat him. His penis was huge, and uncut. I’ve never been handled like that before. His arms were all over me. With the Organization guy, it was like he was just doing what he had to. Dad Zetta acted like he truly desired me. Like I was his favourite dessert, or something. He truly made me want to sate him, to be worthy of his dream for me. At the same time, it perceived wonderfully nasty that he left his cross on. It’s not like I’m Catholic, but still. His penis truly hurt going in my hole but I took it for him. After he got me opened up, he sat on the bed and told me to rail him. I’ve never done that before but it was amazing. This incredibly super-hot guy lying back on the bed and me pounding myself with his cock. I just desired more and more of it the longer I rode it. I desired to perceive his spunk inwards me so bad, but I knew when he did, he would stop pounding me, and I didn’t want it to end either.
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