Masonic Dudes - Apprentice Tate - Chapter 1 - Atonement
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ambling into that dark, cold, candlelit guest room was very likely the most panicking thing I’ve ever done. I had no idea how big the guest room actually was. It was just an expanse of darkness. The ceilings were tall and it reeked of damp and woodsmoke, and the expensive scents of the three, masked, suited boys who were sitting on vintage stools in front of me. One of the boys stood up. His mask adorned most of his face and I couldn’t tell who it was. I could see that he was thick set and that he had a reddish beard. I was also aware that he was making me perceive uneasy but I was inexplicably drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame… He encouraged me to some sort of liquid from an ornate glass vessel. My mouth was exceptionally dry and I was thankful for the moisture. He turned me around and pressed himself into my back. His aftershave made me light-headed; it seemed to absorb me in a elastic of sensuality. He gently ran his arms over my torso and belly and then down in the direction of my groin. The gesture made me gasp and I could perceive my penis stiffening. Then, just like that, he sat back down again, leaving me alone in the middle of the room, not sure what to do and wondering if I’d displeased him in some way. At that point, the two other boys stood and pulled a giant chunk of ebony fabric away from the top of a long, low table. A series of pegs of enhancing sizes had been affixed to it. I recall thinking how much they looked like erect penises and, as the thought occurred to me, my bod froze as I realized what was about to happen. At that moment, all three boys pulled their masks off. I instantly recognised one of them as sir Barrett. I’d seen him around the elaborate on multiple occasions and always gotten tongue-tied with him because he’s so unbelievably handsome! The stocky fellow who’d pressed himself up against me was Grandmaster Marko. We’d never encountered in person, but I’d seen his picture in a pamphlet which presented the apprentices to two new leaders. sir Barrett stood up again and ambled over to me, turning me around and thrusting his bod into my back just as Marko had done. He began to unbuckle the buttons on my shirt and a rush of awakening swept thru my bod like a tidal wave. He unbuttoned my bind and tossed it onto a tabouret and then continued to unwrap me as my heart thumped with anticipation. He cautiously unbuttoned my belt and shoveled my trousers to the ground. At that moment, Barrett stepped aside. Grandmaster Marko came back and began to perceive my bod with his giant hands, prodding my undies down and exposing my erect dick, his warm breath kittling the hairs on the back of my neck. He told me to stir to the head of the table and let out a tray with iron bottles on it. I instinctively knew that they were crammed with greases which would be used to lubricate the pegs I’d expected to sit on. And sure enough, sir Barrett did just that and I ambled throughout to it as casually as I could, attempting to disguise the unspoiled tyranny that I was feeling. The first peg, as it turned out, wasn’t that large and it slid into me sans a yam-sized amount of discomfort. Grandmaster Marko taught me to grind myself up and down on it and the sensation was actually surprisingly pleasurable. I looked him gay-for-pay in the eye, imagining I was railing his dick. The look on his face informed me that he knew exactly what I was thinking and, furthermore, that he approved. sir Barrett stood over me and seized my dick with his oil-covered arms before moving on to get well-prepped the next peg, which was a lil' bigger than the first. I stood and lowered myself down onto it. The sensation of it injecting my bod sent shudders down my spine and me to grit my teeth a lil' but, again, once I’d lowered myself all the way down, it perceived fairly convenient and more than a lil' exciting. In fact, my dick was rock hard, despite the entire thing also perceiving bizarre and scary and more than a lil' bit humiliating. The perceiving of sir Barrett standing so close to me as I railed the peg, touching me so seductively, made everything perceive mind-blowingly amazing. I lowered myself down onto the 3rd peg with considerably less comfort. It still perceived pretty great inside me, but I could tell it was prodding my limits and as I continued to the fourth, desperate to please, I was worrying that the fifth would pretty much rip me apart. Nevertheless, I continued to look throughout at Grandmaster Marko with full defiance in my eyes - nearly courageous him to tell me he didn’t think I was capable of doing it. He stood up and ambled in the direction of me, scooping me into his enormous arms and running his arms over my big, oil-covered fuck-stick before smooching me erotically and tenderly… like a true lover. I literally melted into his lips. I wished him more at that moment than I’ve wished any man in my life, and when he shoveled his finger into my ass, I wished every part of him inside me. I wished to yield to him, to give myself totally to him, to let him have me in whichever ways he wished to take me. I would have done anything for him. He began to unwrap in front of me and I fumblingly unbuttoned his shirt to showcase him that I perceived submissive. We continued to smooch intensively until he was fully naked. I dropped to my knees and began to deepthroat his yam-sized dick. He was firm in an instantaneous and I perceived really sated to have made such a powerful and significant man perceive so excited. I tried firm to get his entire penis into my mouth but it made me choke. He made a lot of satisfied noises though, and encouraged me to continue, seizing the back of my head and prodding himself deep into my thirsty jaws until the entire thing vanished inside me. Then he shoveled me against the table so that I was introducing my rump to him. Within seconds he’d dropped to his knees and had began to use his giant tongue to munch me out. I couldn’t believe how great it felt. My crevice literally spread for him, spasming furiously for his dick. Then he stood and shoveled his fuck-stick into me. It was every bit as big as the last peg I’d sat down on, but the enjoyment was so much more intense. It perceived like my crevice had been built for his cool dick. I liked the sensation of it polishing into me. It made me perceive complete. I perceived like I abruptly knew my purpose. He went firmer and harder. I could see sir Barrett and the other fellow witnessing and rubbin' their jizz-shotguns thru their suit trousers but for now I only had feelings for Grandmaster Marko. I was his boy and his boy alone. He told me he was close before pulling out, stroking for several seconds and then thrusting himself back in again - at which point I perceived the run in rivulets of man-lava flowing into my bod like a sea in a flood. He was rewarding me. That impressive, cool man had given me his seed. And I knew that I would never be the same again.
ambling into that dark, cold, candlelit guest room was very likely the most panicking thing I’ve ever done. I had no idea how big the guest room actually was. It was just an expanse of darkness. The ceilings were tall and it reeked of damp and woodsmoke, and the expensive scents of the three, masked, suited boys who were sitting on vintage stools in front of me. One of the boys stood up. His mask adorned most of his face and I couldn’t tell who it was. I could see that he was thick set and that he had a reddish beard. I was also aware that he was making me perceive uneasy but I was inexplicably drawn to him. Like a moth to a flame… He encouraged me to some sort of liquid from an ornate glass vessel. My mouth was exceptionally dry and I was thankful for the moisture. He turned me around and pressed himself into my back. His aftershave made me light-headed; it seemed to absorb me in a elastic of sensuality. He gently ran his arms over my torso and belly and then down in the direction of my groin. The gesture made me gasp and I could perceive my penis stiffening. Then, just like that, he sat back down again, leaving me alone in the middle of the room, not sure what to do and wondering if I’d displeased him in some way. At that point, the two other boys stood and pulled a giant chunk of ebony fabric away from the top of a long, low table. A series of pegs of enhancing sizes had been affixed to it. I recall thinking how much they looked like erect penises and, as the thought occurred to me, my bod froze as I realized what was about to happen. At that moment, all three boys pulled their masks off. I instantly recognised one of them as sir Barrett. I’d seen him around the elaborate on multiple occasions and always gotten tongue-tied with him because he’s so unbelievably handsome! The stocky fellow who’d pressed himself up against me was Grandmaster Marko. We’d never encountered in person, but I’d seen his picture in a pamphlet which presented the apprentices to two new leaders. sir Barrett stood up again and ambled over to me, turning me around and thrusting his bod into my back just as Marko had done. He began to unbuckle the buttons on my shirt and a rush of awakening swept thru my bod like a tidal wave. He unbuttoned my bind and tossed it onto a tabouret and then continued to unwrap me as my heart thumped with anticipation. He cautiously unbuttoned my belt and shoveled my trousers to the ground. At that moment, Barrett stepped aside. Grandmaster Marko came back and began to perceive my bod with his giant hands, prodding my undies down and exposing my erect dick, his warm breath kittling the hairs on the back of my neck. He told me to stir to the head of the table and let out a tray with iron bottles on it. I instinctively knew that they were crammed with greases which would be used to lubricate the pegs I’d expected to sit on. And sure enough, sir Barrett did just that and I ambled throughout to it as casually as I could, attempting to disguise the unspoiled tyranny that I was feeling. The first peg, as it turned out, wasn’t that large and it slid into me sans a yam-sized amount of discomfort. Grandmaster Marko taught me to grind myself up and down on it and the sensation was actually surprisingly pleasurable. I looked him gay-for-pay in the eye, imagining I was railing his dick. The look on his face informed me that he knew exactly what I was thinking and, furthermore, that he approved. sir Barrett stood over me and seized my dick with his oil-covered arms before moving on to get well-prepped the next peg, which was a lil' bigger than the first. I stood and lowered myself down onto it. The sensation of it injecting my bod sent shudders down my spine and me to grit my teeth a lil' but, again, once I’d lowered myself all the way down, it perceived fairly convenient and more than a lil' exciting. In fact, my dick was rock hard, despite the entire thing also perceiving bizarre and scary and more than a lil' bit humiliating. The perceiving of sir Barrett standing so close to me as I railed the peg, touching me so seductively, made everything perceive mind-blowingly amazing. I lowered myself down onto the 3rd peg with considerably less comfort. It still perceived pretty great inside me, but I could tell it was prodding my limits and as I continued to the fourth, desperate to please, I was worrying that the fifth would pretty much rip me apart. Nevertheless, I continued to look throughout at Grandmaster Marko with full defiance in my eyes - nearly courageous him to tell me he didn’t think I was capable of doing it. He stood up and ambled in the direction of me, scooping me into his enormous arms and running his arms over my big, oil-covered fuck-stick before smooching me erotically and tenderly… like a true lover. I literally melted into his lips. I wished him more at that moment than I’ve wished any man in my life, and when he shoveled his finger into my ass, I wished every part of him inside me. I wished to yield to him, to give myself totally to him, to let him have me in whichever ways he wished to take me. I would have done anything for him. He began to unwrap in front of me and I fumblingly unbuttoned his shirt to showcase him that I perceived submissive. We continued to smooch intensively until he was fully naked. I dropped to my knees and began to deepthroat his yam-sized dick. He was firm in an instantaneous and I perceived really sated to have made such a powerful and significant man perceive so excited. I tried firm to get his entire penis into my mouth but it made me choke. He made a lot of satisfied noises though, and encouraged me to continue, seizing the back of my head and prodding himself deep into my thirsty jaws until the entire thing vanished inside me. Then he shoveled me against the table so that I was introducing my rump to him. Within seconds he’d dropped to his knees and had began to use his giant tongue to munch me out. I couldn’t believe how great it felt. My crevice literally spread for him, spasming furiously for his dick. Then he stood and shoveled his fuck-stick into me. It was every bit as big as the last peg I’d sat down on, but the enjoyment was so much more intense. It perceived like my crevice had been built for his cool dick. I liked the sensation of it polishing into me. It made me perceive complete. I perceived like I abruptly knew my purpose. He went firmer and harder. I could see sir Barrett and the other fellow witnessing and rubbin' their jizz-shotguns thru their suit trousers but for now I only had feelings for Grandmaster Marko. I was his boy and his boy alone. He told me he was close before pulling out, stroking for several seconds and then thrusting himself back in again - at which point I perceived the run in rivulets of man-lava flowing into my bod like a sea in a flood. He was rewarding me. That impressive, cool man had given me his seed. And I knew that I would never be the same again.
Added: 2022-10-17 • Views: 18 • Duration: 31:48
Categories: Anal, Bareback, Bears, Big Dick, Black, Blowjob, Hardcore, Kissing, Masturbation, Old Man, Rimming, Rough, Softcore, Straight • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Grandmaster Marko, Master Barrett, Apprentice Tate
