Masonic Guys - Apprentice Dex Devall - Chapter Ten - The Endowment
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Ever since overseeing his Second Anointing, I’ve wished to spend more time with Apprentice Devall. He’s a well-liked boy, however, and there’s always a lengthy queue of lecturers waiting to take him to the next stage of his journey. He is, afterall, immensely exquisite. He has a beautiful complexion, a killer profile, he’s always immaculately revved out with his clean lil bod and the most perfect cock which is always rock hard and ready for adventure. Looking thru his notes, I observe the fellow has been highly much put thru his paces during his apprenticeship. He’s transferred every test with flying colors and supreme things are hoped of him. So anyway, when I was tasked with taking the reins for his Endowment ceremony, I instantly sensed a rush of excitement. It’s a rare and somewhat mystical ritual which is reserved only for the most talented students. In the run up to the event, I found myself thinking more and more about it. I wished it to be just right. I had my hair cut, I had a pile of fresh shirts sent over from my tailor and I had my white suit dry cleaned and pressed. The morning of the service, I must have spent an hour making sure that my truss was trussed just right, my fuckpole excitedly oozing pre-cum into my trousers throughout. The fellow had been clothed in the ceremonial gown by one of the chamber servants, who’d done a especially fine job, making sure as much as possible of the boy’s pale, rock-hard skin was on display. My cock was literally juggling in my trousers as I led him into the chamber and placed him at the partition veil, knocking on the wall, as is customary, requesting that the fellow be bestowed with farther light and knowledge. He was, of course, taught to get on all fours in front of the screen, and he did so obediently and sans hesitation. A disembodied penis was then pushed thru a hole in the curtain, which the apprentice accepted unflinchingly. I carefully guided his mouth in the direction of the member and he instantaneously set to work pleasing it while I sensually ran my palm via his bod in an try to trigger every one of his erogenous zones, which are listed highly thoroughly in his notes. There was a stillness to the moment, which I found deeply erotic. Of course I had my suspicions about the identity of the tormentor behind the screen, but actually, the ceremony is far more seductive if true anonymity is upheld at all times. I untied a ribbon on the boy’s gown which brought the entire thing billowing to the ground, leaving him totally bare and leaving me to marvel at the hottie of his body, the lengthy sweep of his spine, and the remarkable pertness of his ass. He continued to deep-throat the mystery fuckpole while I ran my forearms over him, relaxing my truss and unbuckling my t-shirt somewhat impatiently as the awakening started to mount. I eliminated my jacket and glanced down at the good-sized full salute in my pants, realizing that huge quantities of pre-cum were now drenching thru the fabric. I wondered there and then if my fuckpole had ever been that hard. I ran my nose up and down Devall’s back, taking supreme guzzles of his soft, fresh scent, before parting his bootie cheeks and pushing my thumbs against his neat, taut hole. I unzipped the rest of my shirt, listening intently to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the mystery tormentor behind the screen. I stood and unzipped my belt, incredibly slowly, knowing that the creek of leather can have a Pavlovian effect on a well-trained boy. He hears that sensitive noise and his entire bod instantaneously starts to get ready itself for penetration. The same is true of the sound of the zipper, the undoing of which will often send an apprentice into convulses of expectation. All of our charges learn to associate a well introduced suit and truss with the sexual act. It’s something which will carry them thru life. These dudes should only ever be attracted to the most mighty of men. They are immensely wasted on anyone else. I pushed my trousers down and my fuckpole was so hard that it flicked up loudly despite still being in the cell of my underpants. The view of the fellow pleasing this huge disembodied fuckpole was frantically arousing. Now only in my T-shirt and underpants, I continued to entice the boy, squatting behind and pushing myself into him while permitting my imprisoned cock to run mildly inbetween his sleek bootie cheeks. He instinctively leaned his back, anxiously presenting himself to me, his sighing all of a sudden becoming more labored as his wish for me grew exponentially. I held the mystery cock in my hand, guiding the boy’s mouth over it. It was a moment of intense sexual intimacy. The 3 of us were bonded together; one single living, sighing creature of carnal desire. The fellow started to whimper. He could perceive the importance of the connection too. I pulled my cock out of the opening in my underpants before standing up and letting them fall to the floor. I then squatted back down and pushed greases into the boy’s butt before using my tongue to consolidate the lubrication, pulling my T-shirt off so that I was as bare as the boy. Before long, I sensed the extraordinary urge to get on all fours behind and shove my hard cock into him. He choked - a mixture of surprise and ecstasy - as I started to boink him. I went mildly at first, softly murmuring mischievous words of encouragement into his ear as I drew my nine-inch fuckpole in and out of his tender bod until he was screaming with pleasure. It sensed so good. So taut and yet, somehow, meant to be… like a homecoming. I pulled his head back and kissed him. I wished him to know how sensational he was. I wished him to realize he would always be my special, sensational boy. A palm came thru the screen and the mystery tormentor started to masturbate himself in a somewhat rabid manner. I kept fucking the boy, but his mouth was open to receive the stranger’s seminal gift. Then like an act of magic, a huge jet of life flew out of the disembodied dick, adorning the apprentice’s shoulder and wrapping itself tightly around my thigh. The supreme hottie of the moment instantly sent me into a madness and I pushed the fellow onto his back, injecting him from the front now, looking down into his stunning, innocent eyes, and rutting him with enlargening strength and speed until I sensed my ballsack tingling. I shot, deep inwards him, wanting to leave every last droplet of jism in there so that he knew he was mine.
Ever since overseeing his Second Anointing, I’ve wished to spend more time with Apprentice Devall. He’s a well-liked boy, however, and there’s always a lengthy queue of lecturers waiting to take him to the next stage of his journey. He is, afterall, immensely exquisite. He has a beautiful complexion, a killer profile, he’s always immaculately revved out with his clean lil bod and the most perfect cock which is always rock hard and ready for adventure. Looking thru his notes, I observe the fellow has been highly much put thru his paces during his apprenticeship. He’s transferred every test with flying colors and supreme things are hoped of him. So anyway, when I was tasked with taking the reins for his Endowment ceremony, I instantly sensed a rush of excitement. It’s a rare and somewhat mystical ritual which is reserved only for the most talented students. In the run up to the event, I found myself thinking more and more about it. I wished it to be just right. I had my hair cut, I had a pile of fresh shirts sent over from my tailor and I had my white suit dry cleaned and pressed. The morning of the service, I must have spent an hour making sure that my truss was trussed just right, my fuckpole excitedly oozing pre-cum into my trousers throughout. The fellow had been clothed in the ceremonial gown by one of the chamber servants, who’d done a especially fine job, making sure as much as possible of the boy’s pale, rock-hard skin was on display. My cock was literally juggling in my trousers as I led him into the chamber and placed him at the partition veil, knocking on the wall, as is customary, requesting that the fellow be bestowed with farther light and knowledge. He was, of course, taught to get on all fours in front of the screen, and he did so obediently and sans hesitation. A disembodied penis was then pushed thru a hole in the curtain, which the apprentice accepted unflinchingly. I carefully guided his mouth in the direction of the member and he instantaneously set to work pleasing it while I sensually ran my palm via his bod in an try to trigger every one of his erogenous zones, which are listed highly thoroughly in his notes. There was a stillness to the moment, which I found deeply erotic. Of course I had my suspicions about the identity of the tormentor behind the screen, but actually, the ceremony is far more seductive if true anonymity is upheld at all times. I untied a ribbon on the boy’s gown which brought the entire thing billowing to the ground, leaving him totally bare and leaving me to marvel at the hottie of his body, the lengthy sweep of his spine, and the remarkable pertness of his ass. He continued to deep-throat the mystery fuckpole while I ran my forearms over him, relaxing my truss and unbuckling my t-shirt somewhat impatiently as the awakening started to mount. I eliminated my jacket and glanced down at the good-sized full salute in my pants, realizing that huge quantities of pre-cum were now drenching thru the fabric. I wondered there and then if my fuckpole had ever been that hard. I ran my nose up and down Devall’s back, taking supreme guzzles of his soft, fresh scent, before parting his bootie cheeks and pushing my thumbs against his neat, taut hole. I unzipped the rest of my shirt, listening intently to the sounds of pleasure emanating from the mystery tormentor behind the screen. I stood and unzipped my belt, incredibly slowly, knowing that the creek of leather can have a Pavlovian effect on a well-trained boy. He hears that sensitive noise and his entire bod instantaneously starts to get ready itself for penetration. The same is true of the sound of the zipper, the undoing of which will often send an apprentice into convulses of expectation. All of our charges learn to associate a well introduced suit and truss with the sexual act. It’s something which will carry them thru life. These dudes should only ever be attracted to the most mighty of men. They are immensely wasted on anyone else. I pushed my trousers down and my fuckpole was so hard that it flicked up loudly despite still being in the cell of my underpants. The view of the fellow pleasing this huge disembodied fuckpole was frantically arousing. Now only in my T-shirt and underpants, I continued to entice the boy, squatting behind and pushing myself into him while permitting my imprisoned cock to run mildly inbetween his sleek bootie cheeks. He instinctively leaned his back, anxiously presenting himself to me, his sighing all of a sudden becoming more labored as his wish for me grew exponentially. I held the mystery cock in my hand, guiding the boy’s mouth over it. It was a moment of intense sexual intimacy. The 3 of us were bonded together; one single living, sighing creature of carnal desire. The fellow started to whimper. He could perceive the importance of the connection too. I pulled my cock out of the opening in my underpants before standing up and letting them fall to the floor. I then squatted back down and pushed greases into the boy’s butt before using my tongue to consolidate the lubrication, pulling my T-shirt off so that I was as bare as the boy. Before long, I sensed the extraordinary urge to get on all fours behind and shove my hard cock into him. He choked - a mixture of surprise and ecstasy - as I started to boink him. I went mildly at first, softly murmuring mischievous words of encouragement into his ear as I drew my nine-inch fuckpole in and out of his tender bod until he was screaming with pleasure. It sensed so good. So taut and yet, somehow, meant to be… like a homecoming. I pulled his head back and kissed him. I wished him to know how sensational he was. I wished him to realize he would always be my special, sensational boy. A palm came thru the screen and the mystery tormentor started to masturbate himself in a somewhat rabid manner. I kept fucking the boy, but his mouth was open to receive the stranger’s seminal gift. Then like an act of magic, a huge jet of life flew out of the disembodied dick, adorning the apprentice’s shoulder and wrapping itself tightly around my thigh. The supreme hottie of the moment instantly sent me into a madness and I pushed the fellow onto his back, injecting him from the front now, looking down into his stunning, innocent eyes, and rutting him with enlargening strength and speed until I sensed my ballsack tingling. I shot, deep inwards him, wanting to leave every last droplet of jism in there so that he knew he was mine.
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