Masonic Dudes - Apprentice Tyler Chapter 3 - Anointing
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When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was certain to the point of cockiness. I knew what I dreamed in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was fortunate to have someone like me… Things started to switch from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I felt almost permanently off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I started to think I had a treat on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The old me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the dream to watch who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my assets tingled madly after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I felt myself increasingly, and almost obsessively, wanting to please. I didn’t know what to hope from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by sir St. Michael, whom I’d only seen occasionally around the complex. There was something about him which I found immensely compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it impossible to look at anyone else when he was around. I nervously entered a bright white room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted white suit, tee-shirt and tie. The room smelt pure, rich in a sanitization that was not chemical. however sir St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more tenuous aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing drapes had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what. I was passed a robe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was almost transparent and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on sir St. Michael. Through The Order, I had learned not to be shamefaced of such things. The professors are happy for us to build up as much from pleasing them as they build up from being pleasured. He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He coated his forearm in sizzling lubricant before mildly running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The wipe of lubricant on my lips made me want to kiss. The fragile fondle of his fingers kneading different parts of assets made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I started to shiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d fondle next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My entire assets was springing into life. Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I experienced a rush of delight the luvs of which I've never known. He eliminated his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton tee-shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My breath-taking dream was to fondle him, to smooch him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and started to shove his fingers into my crevasse before wrapping his soft, sizzling lips around my dick. He pulled away from the sucky-sucky and purposefully eliminated his belt and his gold watch, simultaneously shooting me a look which seemed to say, “we’re not almost done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we started to kiss. His smooch was so deep and passionate, it filled me in ways I hardly understood. I’ve never been kissed like that before. His slimy tongue ventured into my throat and I gargled it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I dreamed him. I opened up my gams wide—inviting him in. He pulled away and eliminated his tie, leisurely undoing his tee-shirt to unveil a apparel which clung to his torso like a second layer of skin. Then he unbuttoned his pants, uncovering a pair of almost transparent trunks. The outline of his hard dick inside the light fabric was profound. From the moment I spotted it, I knew I needed to have it come in me. My mind and my assets both knew this—my crevasse immediately started to twitch. He stood me up and eliminated my gown, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his impatient tongue glided into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to sense his glorious manhood inside me. With every writhe and flutter, my assets yearned for him more. Unification was worth the wait. I felt his huge, solid pipe slipping repeatedly over my crevasse and then the acute sensation of it injecting me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little. Light filled my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt as however my assets was bristling in all the places where sir St. Michael had anointed me. I felt my crevasse stretching and then a fountain of incredible lust surging through my body. Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his pipe fondled repeatedly across my prostate and filled me with electrification. I dreamed to pull as much of him into me as I could. We felt like the same animal—two halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound fun crashed through me and preseminal fluid started to bust defenselessly from the apex of my dick. I could tell by his squeals that he was close and moments afterwards I felt him convulsing savagely as a torrent of his nut nectar gushed into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, spasming as he kissed me tenderly. I lay there trying to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever sense this fine again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.
When I entered The Order I thought I knew everything there was to know about, well, everything. I was certain to the point of cockiness. I knew what I dreamed in life and I knew how to get it. Frankly, I thought The Order was fortunate to have someone like me… Things started to switch from the moment I arrived. Within the ranks of these masculine, mystical men, I felt almost permanently off my game. They made me question everything I’d ever assumed. Every time I started to think I had a treat on something, they pulled the rug out from under my feet. The old me would have left within days, but something kept me there. Perhaps it was the dream to watch who I might become if I stuck with the program. Perhaps it was the way that my assets tingled madly after it had been used by one of the Masters. Whatever the reason, I felt myself increasingly, and almost obsessively, wanting to please. I didn’t know what to hope from my anointing. I was informed that the ritual would be overseen by sir St. Michael, whom I’d only seen occasionally around the complex. There was something about him which I found immensely compelling. He had this aura of confidence and sophistication which made it impossible to look at anyone else when he was around. I nervously entered a bright white room and found him sitting, statuesque, on a chair, in a beautifully-fitted white suit, tee-shirt and tie. The room smelt pure, rich in a sanitization that was not chemical. however sir St. Michael wore an expensive cologne, there were other more tenuous aromas in the air, which made me wonder whether the rug and the billowing drapes had been infused with something… else. I couldn’t place what. I was passed a robe to wear made from some kind of light muslin or cheesecloth. It was almost transparent and it did nothing whatsoever to disguise the hard-on which formed the moment I laid eyes on sir St. Michael. Through The Order, I had learned not to be shamefaced of such things. The professors are happy for us to build up as much from pleasing them as they build up from being pleasured. He asked if I was ready. I nodded. I had no clue what to expect, but I have learned not to ask questions. He coated his forearm in sizzling lubricant before mildly running his thumb across my forehead, then over my eyes, my lips and then other parts of my body. The wipe of lubricant on my lips made me want to kiss. The fragile fondle of his fingers kneading different parts of assets made my loins ache, my own maleness stiffen and bounce. I started to shiver in anticipation, wondering which part of me he’d fondle next. My back, my nipples, my stomach... My entire assets was springing into life. Then he ran his oily thumb up and down the shaft of my penis and I experienced a rush of delight the luvs of which I've never known. He eliminated his jacket. I marveled at the way his tailored cotton tee-shirt clung to his fully-developed well-formed body. My breath-taking dream was to fondle him, to smooch him, to accept him… but I knew my place. He sat me on the chair and started to shove his fingers into my crevasse before wrapping his soft, sizzling lips around my dick. He pulled away from the sucky-sucky and purposefully eliminated his belt and his gold watch, simultaneously shooting me a look which seemed to say, “we’re not almost done yet…” At that moment, he pulled me into him and we started to kiss. His smooch was so deep and passionate, it filled me in ways I hardly understood. I’ve never been kissed like that before. His slimy tongue ventured into my throat and I gargled it in further. I was desperate for him to want me as much as I dreamed him. I opened up my gams wide—inviting him in. He pulled away and eliminated his tie, leisurely undoing his tee-shirt to unveil a apparel which clung to his torso like a second layer of skin. Then he unbuttoned his pants, uncovering a pair of almost transparent trunks. The outline of his hard dick inside the light fabric was profound. From the moment I spotted it, I knew I needed to have it come in me. My mind and my assets both knew this—my crevasse immediately started to twitch. He stood me up and eliminated my gown, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I instinctively knelt and he encouraged me to get onto all fours. As his impatient tongue glided into my hole, I knew it was only a matter of time before I’d be able to sense his glorious manhood inside me. With every writhe and flutter, my assets yearned for him more. Unification was worth the wait. I felt his huge, solid pipe slipping repeatedly over my crevasse and then the acute sensation of it injecting me. I won’t lie; it made me wince a little. Light filled my eyes like a stab of pleasure. Maybe it was my imagination, but it felt as however my assets was bristling in all the places where sir St. Michael had anointed me. I felt my crevasse stretching and then a fountain of incredible lust surging through my body. Then he pushed me onto my back. I knew from the upward curve in his dick that this was a position, and what he could do with it was going to be intense. I took a deep breath and, as he entered me, I entered a world of ecstasy. The head of his pipe fondled repeatedly across my prostate and filled me with electrification. I dreamed to pull as much of him into me as I could. We felt like the same animal—two halves making a mind-blowing whole. A rush of profound fun crashed through me and preseminal fluid started to bust defenselessly from the apex of my dick. I could tell by his squeals that he was close and moments afterwards I felt him convulsing savagely as a torrent of his nut nectar gushed into me. His dick remained there for some time afterwards, spasming as he kissed me tenderly. I lay there trying to comprehend what I was experiencing, wondering if anything would ever sense this fine again, yet knowing so much more was just around the corner. The Order, after all, always has plans.
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