Masonic Dudes - Apprentice Andram: Chapter 3
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Master Figata looked so hot clothed in his crisp, milky suit. Ever since he took my boyhood a month or so ago, I’ve been able to think about nearly nothing else. It was a magical experience. And I know that when I'm older, I’ll observe it as the moment my whole life revved a corner. I now know that I’m on a profound tour of discovery; one which will lead me to understanding - and finally experiencing - true carnal pleasure. Despite having been nearly often in my thoughts since my calling last month, I haven’t seen a good deal of Master Figata in the flesh. I pass him from time to time, but am always too jumpy to speak to him outside of our planned meetings. But he gives me these looks which tells me we’re not done. That intense, amazing, life-changing meeting was not the end of our story together… In fact, it was just the highly first chapter! So, when I was called for my Ordination and ambled in to find Master Figata clothed in that beautifully-tailored milky suit, I knew something special was about to happen. My heart instantly leapt into my mouth and my head began spinning. He told me to sit down on the big milky couch and beamed at me with that big, killer grin of his. His is the sort of grin which makes a youthfull dude feel safe. It’s a grin which seems to tell you you’re the most significant person in the world. He asked if I knew why I was there. I lied and said I did. I mean, I knew I was being ordained to the Order but I had no idea what that actually entailed. Obviously, I knew what I wished it to entail, but there would certainly be a whole heap of ritual in the meantime. He instantly told me to embark undressing, which I did with possibly too much enthusiasm. I kinda knew the whole vibe was to come across as chaste and sober, but ever since he took my virginity, I’ve been desperate to feel his hands running over my body again. He caressed my knee delicately and invitingly as I undid my shirt. I couldn’t wait to get the damned thing off, and was so desperate to do so that I forgot to unbuckle the buttons on the cuffs! Then he took his own jacket off before kneeling down at my soles and liquidating my footwear and socks. There was something amazingly erotic about what he was doing; it sensed subservient, like I’d earned enough of his respect for him to deign to kneel before me and liquidate my footwear. And he did it all so leisurely and deliberately. I instantly plumbed up, and then, when he pulled the zipper down on my pants, I sensed a rush of absolute enlivenment at the devised what I might be about to practice - the life lesson I knew I was about to learn. He leisurely pulled my undies down and my rock hard dinky sprung up to greet him. I was surprised when he positioned his lips around it. I mean, I’d done it to him the last time we met, but I had no idea it would feel the way it felt. My whole body began to shake. These bolts of total pleasure began rippling up and down my body… Then he got me to kneel on the couch before embarking to fondle, then munch my ass. It was like his tongue was dancing. I could feel my crevasse stretching in anticipation; greeting in that renewed sense of belonging, that feeling of completeness. Then he got me to stand up and I could tell something was different. He seemed a tiny choky - a bit flushed, maybe. There was a coldness about him the last time we met, but this time he seemed excited. He told me to liquidate his belt and, as I dropped down to do so, he took off his t-shirt and tie. I could observe his monstrous dinky tenting thru the milky suit trousers and, as I pulled them down, I found it proudly standing to attention beneath his semitransparent underpants. I instantly began to suck him and he choked and screamed in a indeed good way. I tried to get the whole thing in my mouth, but it wouldn’t fit. He was saying me to munch his balls, and then the tip of his cock; saying me what he needed and how finest to pleasure him. I squatted down on the couch again and he knelt behind me, running the giant mushroom head of his big dinky up and down my bum crack in a way which had my crevasse spasming in seconds. And then he began to shovel himself into me. I knew from the preceding time that my only option was to linger as tranquil and relieved as possible. He slid in real slow. I thought several times that he must have shoveled it all the way in, but then I’d feel it going deeper. Like impossibly deep. Like it was gonna embark shoveling thru my belly button! Then he began to polish in and out of me, and it all of a sudden sensed like we were somehow one being. Both of us had mixed to trigger wags of powerful within each other which were at the same time crashing thru our bodies. Even our shrieks began to meld together, we were sighing as one, howling out in unison. His forearms were packaged around my throat. I could slightly breathe. My pleasure was his pleasure. We existed for one another. He got me onto my back and thrust himself inside me, never once taking his eyes off me. We stared at each other. Got lost in each other. I somehow knew he was close, and moments later, he began to drive his dinky into me with some . I sensed his man milk entering me. I sincerely sensed it erupting inside me like water rushing down a pipe. And, when he pulled out, I could feel it dribbling out of me. I was desperate to keep it inside, but you can’t stop gravity! He scooped some of it into his hand, before groping it over my forehead. And there it was! That was my anointment. I was now a man!
Master Figata looked so hot clothed in his crisp, milky suit. Ever since he took my boyhood a month or so ago, I’ve been able to think about nearly nothing else. It was a magical experience. And I know that when I'm older, I’ll observe it as the moment my whole life revved a corner. I now know that I’m on a profound tour of discovery; one which will lead me to understanding - and finally experiencing - true carnal pleasure. Despite having been nearly often in my thoughts since my calling last month, I haven’t seen a good deal of Master Figata in the flesh. I pass him from time to time, but am always too jumpy to speak to him outside of our planned meetings. But he gives me these looks which tells me we’re not done. That intense, amazing, life-changing meeting was not the end of our story together… In fact, it was just the highly first chapter! So, when I was called for my Ordination and ambled in to find Master Figata clothed in that beautifully-tailored milky suit, I knew something special was about to happen. My heart instantly leapt into my mouth and my head began spinning. He told me to sit down on the big milky couch and beamed at me with that big, killer grin of his. His is the sort of grin which makes a youthfull dude feel safe. It’s a grin which seems to tell you you’re the most significant person in the world. He asked if I knew why I was there. I lied and said I did. I mean, I knew I was being ordained to the Order but I had no idea what that actually entailed. Obviously, I knew what I wished it to entail, but there would certainly be a whole heap of ritual in the meantime. He instantly told me to embark undressing, which I did with possibly too much enthusiasm. I kinda knew the whole vibe was to come across as chaste and sober, but ever since he took my virginity, I’ve been desperate to feel his hands running over my body again. He caressed my knee delicately and invitingly as I undid my shirt. I couldn’t wait to get the damned thing off, and was so desperate to do so that I forgot to unbuckle the buttons on the cuffs! Then he took his own jacket off before kneeling down at my soles and liquidating my footwear and socks. There was something amazingly erotic about what he was doing; it sensed subservient, like I’d earned enough of his respect for him to deign to kneel before me and liquidate my footwear. And he did it all so leisurely and deliberately. I instantly plumbed up, and then, when he pulled the zipper down on my pants, I sensed a rush of absolute enlivenment at the devised what I might be about to practice - the life lesson I knew I was about to learn. He leisurely pulled my undies down and my rock hard dinky sprung up to greet him. I was surprised when he positioned his lips around it. I mean, I’d done it to him the last time we met, but I had no idea it would feel the way it felt. My whole body began to shake. These bolts of total pleasure began rippling up and down my body… Then he got me to kneel on the couch before embarking to fondle, then munch my ass. It was like his tongue was dancing. I could feel my crevasse stretching in anticipation; greeting in that renewed sense of belonging, that feeling of completeness. Then he got me to stand up and I could tell something was different. He seemed a tiny choky - a bit flushed, maybe. There was a coldness about him the last time we met, but this time he seemed excited. He told me to liquidate his belt and, as I dropped down to do so, he took off his t-shirt and tie. I could observe his monstrous dinky tenting thru the milky suit trousers and, as I pulled them down, I found it proudly standing to attention beneath his semitransparent underpants. I instantly began to suck him and he choked and screamed in a indeed good way. I tried to get the whole thing in my mouth, but it wouldn’t fit. He was saying me to munch his balls, and then the tip of his cock; saying me what he needed and how finest to pleasure him. I squatted down on the couch again and he knelt behind me, running the giant mushroom head of his big dinky up and down my bum crack in a way which had my crevasse spasming in seconds. And then he began to shovel himself into me. I knew from the preceding time that my only option was to linger as tranquil and relieved as possible. He slid in real slow. I thought several times that he must have shoveled it all the way in, but then I’d feel it going deeper. Like impossibly deep. Like it was gonna embark shoveling thru my belly button! Then he began to polish in and out of me, and it all of a sudden sensed like we were somehow one being. Both of us had mixed to trigger wags of powerful within each other which were at the same time crashing thru our bodies. Even our shrieks began to meld together, we were sighing as one, howling out in unison. His forearms were packaged around my throat. I could slightly breathe. My pleasure was his pleasure. We existed for one another. He got me onto my back and thrust himself inside me, never once taking his eyes off me. We stared at each other. Got lost in each other. I somehow knew he was close, and moments later, he began to drive his dinky into me with some . I sensed his man milk entering me. I sincerely sensed it erupting inside me like water rushing down a pipe. And, when he pulled out, I could feel it dribbling out of me. I was desperate to keep it inside, but you can’t stop gravity! He scooped some of it into his hand, before groping it over my forehead. And there it was! That was my anointment. I was now a man!
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