Masonic Guys - Apprentice Shepard - Chapter 1 - The Conversation
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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 commenced to sense a little bit more like a man. It helps that we have to dress formally here. I never leave my apartment these days sans dressed in a t-shirt and tie. It makes me sense so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I love the sensitive smooch of the cotton t-shirt against my pecs and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk bind from time to time brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other boys in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the professors 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 allowing myself to be engulfed by the cloud of expensive aroma which always heads after in their wake. When I was told that my interview would be with sir Figata, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a converse to the fresh apprentices which I found life-changing. I just gawped up at him, astounded by his pearls of wisdom while allowing his deep, resonant voice to massage my ears. I entered the interview apartment 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 crazy 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 taught me to stand and liquidate my tie, t-shirt and pants. For some reason it felt like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He observed me intently as I undressed. My rod rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like crazy 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 corded 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 felt his yam-sized thumbs brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My rod throbbed. He commenced to fumble me so softly and delicately that, before I knew it, my whole assets was coated in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am highly first-timer 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 attempted to suppress them, I suppose the right opportunity had never introduced itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right now, with this beautiful older man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest boy 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 whirr of a faulty electrical light, and the rustle of sir Figata’s fingertips as they drifted throughout my undershirt. He was so mind-blowing in his milky suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his thumbs came to rest, I felt somehow more alive. When he commenced to run his thumbs up and down the shaft of my dick, I honestly thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my panties and unveiled my rod to the room. My instinct was to reach out and fumble him, but since my hands were tightly corded behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was totally 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 wanted it, but he kept me waiting for what felt 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 carefully pawed lubricant into it before placing it against my hole… The next moment, I felt him thrusting it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere inbetween agony and . The more it hurt, however, the finer it felt; I could sense the precum forming on the apex of my dick. I didn’t know how lengthy I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and spinned up his sleeves. My mind commenced dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He pawed lubricant into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was stroking me off. The bang stick was still deep in my ass, thrusting me open. wags of enjoyment crashed thru my assets with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I held on for as lengthy as I could but it was all too much. He commenced to sting my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My rod gushed into the forearm of his hand. It was a phenomenal moment; more strong than any climax I have ever experienced. Then he smooched me tenderly and, at that exact moment, I all of a sudden and eventually 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 commenced to sense a little bit more like a man. It helps that we have to dress formally here. I never leave my apartment these days sans dressed in a t-shirt and tie. It makes me sense so grown up! I love the way the pants cling to my legs. I love the sensitive smooch of the cotton t-shirt against my pecs and the way that the dart at the bottom of my silk bind from time to time brushes against the back of my hand. I find myself looking at other boys in the complex, wondering if they’re having similar thoughts. I find myself drawn to the professors 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 allowing myself to be engulfed by the cloud of expensive aroma which always heads after in their wake. When I was told that my interview would be with sir Figata, I felt a rush of adrenaline. Last week, he delivered a converse to the fresh apprentices which I found life-changing. I just gawped up at him, astounded by his pearls of wisdom while allowing his deep, resonant voice to massage my ears. I entered the interview apartment 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 crazy 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 taught me to stand and liquidate my tie, t-shirt and pants. For some reason it felt like the most natural request in the world, so I did as told, never once even thinking to question why. He observed me intently as I undressed. My rod rose immediately. I knew it would be tenting like crazy 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 corded 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 felt his yam-sized thumbs brush against me, my wrists yielded to the knot. My rod throbbed. He commenced to fumble me so softly and delicately that, before I knew it, my whole assets was coated in gooseflesh. I’m not going to lie—I am highly first-timer 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 attempted to suppress them, I suppose the right opportunity had never introduced itself to me. If this was to be my induction—right here, right now, with this beautiful older man—I could surely count myself as the luckiest boy 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 whirr of a faulty electrical light, and the rustle of sir Figata’s fingertips as they drifted throughout my undershirt. He was so mind-blowing in his milky suit. At that moment, I would have done anything he asked me to. He touched me all over my body. Every time his thumbs came to rest, I felt somehow more alive. When he commenced to run his thumbs up and down the shaft of my dick, I honestly thought I was going to explode. He pulled down my panties and unveiled my rod to the room. My instinct was to reach out and fumble him, but since my hands were tightly corded behind my back, there would be no such reprieve. He was totally 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 wanted it, but he kept me waiting for what felt 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 carefully pawed lubricant into it before placing it against my hole… The next moment, I felt him thrusting it into me. Nothing had ever been up there before and the sensation was somewhere inbetween agony and . The more it hurt, however, the finer it felt; I could sense the precum forming on the apex of my dick. I didn’t know how lengthy I was going to be able to last. I willed myself not to cum. He took his jacket off and spinned up his sleeves. My mind commenced dancing, wondering what was going to happen next. He pawed lubricant into my dick, and, before I knew it, he was stroking me off. The bang stick was still deep in my ass, thrusting me open. wags of enjoyment crashed thru my assets with each jerk. I knew I was about to shoot. I held on for as lengthy as I could but it was all too much. He commenced to sting my nipple. Just the brush of his lips was what tipped me over the edge. My rod gushed into the forearm of his hand. It was a phenomenal moment; more strong than any climax I have ever experienced. Then he smooched me tenderly and, at that exact moment, I all of a sudden and eventually understood exactly who I am. Somehow, any and every interaction with The Order brings such clarity.
Added: 2024-09-01 • Views: 4 • Duration: 25:13
Categories: Fingering, Hardcore, Kissing, Massage, Masturbation, Old Man, Rough, Toys • Studio: Masonic Boys • Models: Grandmaster Figata, Apprentice Shepard
