Masonic Dudes - Apprentice Shepard - Chapter 1
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Something has switched 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 began to perceive a lil bit more like a man. It helps that we have to sundress formally here. I never leave my guest room these days without dressed in a t-shirt and tie. It makes me perceive so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I love the mushy smooch of the cotton t-shirt against my pecs and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk bind periodically brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other dudes in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the Masters 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 aroma which always ensues in their wake. When I was told that my interview would be with sir Figata, I perceived a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a chat to the fresh apprentices which I found life-changing. I just perved up at him, astounded by his sheer pleasure buttons of wisdom while permitting his deep, resonant voice to rubdown my ears. I entered the interview guest room and sir 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 horny 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, t-shirt and pants. For some reason it perceived like the most all-natural demand in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He observed me intently as I undressed. My wood rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like horny 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 strapped 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 perceived his huge frigs brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My wood throbbed. He began to caress me so softly and softly that, before I knew it, my whole bod was glazed in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am highly unexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known that my sexual urges were of a gay 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 senior man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest stud 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 hum of a faulty electrified light, and the rustle of sir Figata’s fingertips as they drifted throughout my undershirt. He was so spectacular in his white suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his frigs came to rest, I perceived somehow more alive. When he began to run his frigs up and down the shaft of my dick, I sincerely thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my undies and unsheathed my wood to the room. My instinct was to reach out and caress him, but since my hands were tightly strapped behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was fully in control. In my mind, I pleaded him to continue. He slurped his finger and pressed it against my hole. He taunted me. He knew I dreamed it, but he kept me waiting for what perceived like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of unspoiled excitement and, when I opened them again, he was holding a plaything which I figured was some sort of dildo. He cautiously caressed lubricant into it before placing it against my hole… The next moment, I perceived him thrusting it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere inbetween ache and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the nicer it felt; I could perceive the precum forming on the apex of my dick. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and flipped up his sleeves. My mind began dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He caressed lubricant into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was masturbating me off. The dildo was still deep in my ass, thrusting me open. wags of sheer pleasure crashed thru my bod with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I held on for as long as I could but it was all too much. He began to nibble my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My wood spewed out into the mitt of his hand. It was a phenomenal moment; more intense than any orgasm 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 switched 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 began to perceive a lil bit more like a man. It helps that we have to sundress formally here. I never leave my guest room these days without dressed in a t-shirt and tie. It makes me perceive so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I love the mushy smooch of the cotton t-shirt against my pecs and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk bind periodically brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other dudes in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the Masters 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 aroma which always ensues in their wake. When I was told that my interview would be with sir Figata, I perceived a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a chat to the fresh apprentices which I found life-changing. I just perved up at him, astounded by his sheer pleasure buttons of wisdom while permitting his deep, resonant voice to rubdown my ears. I entered the interview guest room and sir 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 horny 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, t-shirt and pants. For some reason it perceived like the most all-natural demand in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He observed me intently as I undressed. My wood rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like horny 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 strapped 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 perceived his huge frigs brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My wood throbbed. He began to caress me so softly and softly that, before I knew it, my whole bod was glazed in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am highly unexperienced when it comes to intimacy. I have, for some time, known that my sexual urges were of a gay 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 senior man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest stud 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 hum of a faulty electrified light, and the rustle of sir Figata’s fingertips as they drifted throughout my undershirt. He was so spectacular in his white suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his frigs came to rest, I perceived somehow more alive. When he began to run his frigs up and down the shaft of my dick, I sincerely thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my undies and unsheathed my wood to the room. My instinct was to reach out and caress him, but since my hands were tightly strapped behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was fully in control. In my mind, I pleaded him to continue. He slurped his finger and pressed it against my hole. He taunted me. He knew I dreamed it, but he kept me waiting for what perceived like an eternity. I closed my eyes in a state of unspoiled excitement and, when I opened them again, he was holding a plaything which I figured was some sort of dildo. He cautiously caressed lubricant into it before placing it against my hole… The next moment, I perceived him thrusting it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere inbetween ache and ecstasy. The more it hurt, however, the nicer it felt; I could perceive the precum forming on the apex of my dick. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and flipped up his sleeves. My mind began dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He caressed lubricant into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was masturbating me off. The dildo was still deep in my ass, thrusting me open. wags of sheer pleasure crashed thru my bod with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I held on for as long as I could but it was all too much. He began to nibble my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My wood spewed out into the mitt of his hand. It was a phenomenal moment; more intense than any orgasm 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.
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