Masonic Boys - Apprentice Shepard - Chapter 1 - The Interview
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Something has changed in me since joining the Order. I don’t have enough words to say exactly what I mean, but I guess, under their watch, I’ve embarked to sense a tiny bit more like a man. It helps that we have to sundress formally here. I never leave my bedroom these days without dressed in a shirt and tie. It makes me sense so grown up! I love the way the trousers cling to my legs. I love the sensitized smooch of the cotton shirt against my chest and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk truss periodically brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other studs in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the teachers in particular, because they are always so spectacularly well-turned-out. They always smell real good, too; I love passing them in the corridor and permitting myself to be absorbed by the cloud of expensive smell which always follows in their wake. When I was told that my conversation would be with Master Figata, I sensed a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a converse to the fresh apprentices which I found life-changing. I just perved up at him, astounded by his beans of wisdom while permitting his deep, resonant voice to rubdown my ears. I entered the conversation bedroom and Master Figata told me to sit down next to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; up close, he was even more attractive. All sorts of insane and inappropriate thoughts were juggling thru my head. Yet, there was something about the way he was looking at me which told me that my thoughts were okay. He trained me to stand and eliminate my tie, shirt and pants. For some reason it sensed like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He observed me intently as I undressed. My trunk rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like insane in my garments, but realized there was nothing I could do to frost it up. He sat me back down again, took my arms, and then tied them behind the chair. Again, there could have been no other circumstance in the world where this would have seemed anything other than terrifying, but as I sensed his gigantic fingers brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My trunk throbbed. He embarked to fondle me so softly and softly that, before I knew it, my whole body was covered in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am highly inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known that my sexual urges were of a faggot nature, and albeit I’ve never tried to suppress them, I suppose the right chance had never introduced itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right now, with this beautiful elderly man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest fellow on the planet, right? And then, everything seemed to go silent. I was all of a sudden aware of the sound of my breath, the distant buzz of a faulty electrified light, and the rustle of Master Figata’s fingertips as they drifted throughout my undershirt. He was so fabulous in his milky suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his fingers came to rest, I sensed somehow more alive. When he embarked to run his fingers up and down the shaft of my dick, I genuinely thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my panties and uncovered my trunk to the room. My instinct was to reach out and fondle him, but since my hands were tightly tied behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was entirely in control. In my mind, I prayed him to continue. He slurped his finger and pressed it against my hole. He teased me. He knew I dreamed it, but he kept me waiting for what sensed like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of unspoiled arousal and, when I opened them again, he was holding a plaything which I figured was some sort of dildo. He cautiously groped grease into it before placing it against my hole… The next moment, I sensed him shoveling it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere between ache and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the finer it felt; I could sense the precum forming on the apex of my dick. I didn’t know how lengthy I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. My mind embarked dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He groped grease into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was jacking me off. The pummel stick was still deep in my ass, shoveling me open. swings of delight crashed thru my body with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I limited on for as lengthy as I could but it was all too much. He embarked to nibble my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My trunk exploded into the palm of his hand. It was a exceptional moment; more strenuous than any ejaculation I have ever experienced. Then he smooched me tenderly and, at that exact moment, I all of a sudden and ultimately understood exactly who I am. Somehow, any and every interaction with The Order brings such clarity.
Something has changed in me since joining the Order. I don’t have enough words to say exactly what I mean, but I guess, under their watch, I’ve embarked to sense a tiny bit more like a man. It helps that we have to sundress formally here. I never leave my bedroom these days without dressed in a shirt and tie. It makes me sense so grown up! I love the way the trousers cling to my legs. I love the sensitized smooch of the cotton shirt against my chest and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk truss periodically brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other studs in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the teachers in particular, because they are always so spectacularly well-turned-out. They always smell real good, too; I love passing them in the corridor and permitting myself to be absorbed by the cloud of expensive smell which always follows in their wake. When I was told that my conversation would be with Master Figata, I sensed a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a converse to the fresh apprentices which I found life-changing. I just perved up at him, astounded by his beans of wisdom while permitting his deep, resonant voice to rubdown my ears. I entered the conversation bedroom and Master Figata told me to sit down next to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him; up close, he was even more attractive. All sorts of insane and inappropriate thoughts were juggling thru my head. Yet, there was something about the way he was looking at me which told me that my thoughts were okay. He trained me to stand and eliminate my tie, shirt and pants. For some reason it sensed like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He observed me intently as I undressed. My trunk rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like insane in my garments, but realized there was nothing I could do to frost it up. He sat me back down again, took my arms, and then tied them behind the chair. Again, there could have been no other circumstance in the world where this would have seemed anything other than terrifying, but as I sensed his gigantic fingers brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My trunk throbbed. He embarked to fondle me so softly and softly that, before I knew it, my whole body was covered in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am highly inexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known that my sexual urges were of a faggot nature, and albeit I’ve never tried to suppress them, I suppose the right chance had never introduced itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right now, with this beautiful elderly man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest fellow on the planet, right? And then, everything seemed to go silent. I was all of a sudden aware of the sound of my breath, the distant buzz of a faulty electrified light, and the rustle of Master Figata’s fingertips as they drifted throughout my undershirt. He was so fabulous in his milky suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his fingers came to rest, I sensed somehow more alive. When he embarked to run his fingers up and down the shaft of my dick, I genuinely thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my panties and uncovered my trunk to the room. My instinct was to reach out and fondle him, but since my hands were tightly tied behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was entirely in control. In my mind, I prayed him to continue. He slurped his finger and pressed it against my hole. He teased me. He knew I dreamed it, but he kept me waiting for what sensed like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of unspoiled arousal and, when I opened them again, he was holding a plaything which I figured was some sort of dildo. He cautiously groped grease into it before placing it against my hole… The next moment, I sensed him shoveling it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere between ache and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the finer it felt; I could sense the precum forming on the apex of my dick. I didn’t know how lengthy I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. My mind embarked dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He groped grease into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was jacking me off. The pummel stick was still deep in my ass, shoveling me open. swings of delight crashed thru my body with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I limited on for as lengthy as I could but it was all too much. He embarked to nibble my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My trunk exploded into the palm of his hand. It was a exceptional moment; more strenuous than any ejaculation I have ever experienced. Then he smooched me tenderly and, at that exact moment, I all of a sudden and ultimately understood exactly who I am. Somehow, any and every interaction with The Order brings such clarity.
Added: 2023-06-29 • Views: 20 • Duration: 25:13
Categories: Fingering, Hardcore, Kissing, Massage, Masturbation, Old Man, Rough, Toys • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Grandmaster Figata, Apprentice Shepard
