Masonic Boys – Apprentice White – Chapter 1

Feb 112023

I do not think I’ve ever been as scared as I was when I walked into this room. I guess I knew that everything was resting on my interview. I had to make a outstanding impression. I was despairing to link The Order, and for months and months I’d thought about nothing else. I knew it would be a life-changing experience. It is why apprenticeships are like gold dust—beautiful, rare, and easy to miss.
They told me not to endeavour to second-guess the types of questions I’d be asked. I bought a new suit, a crisp white shirt and about five binds because I couldn’t work out which 1 was the smartest. I opted for a blue striped tie—not too fat, not too much skinny, blue to match my eyes—and then spent hours in front of a mirror trying to nice the knot.
I kept catching my reflection in the windows as I walked towards the interview room. I nearly didn’t recognize myself. I looked so grown up and tempting! No 1 could tell me I wasn’t looking the part.
The interview room was dazzling white. White furniture and carpet with white drapes lining the walls. It smelt expensive in a kind of masculine way, like the scent this often wafts over u when a wealthy-looking older man passes you in the street.
And I think I found that man.
Dude was sitting on 1 of the chairs. I was staggered by how fine-looking man looked in his white suit. With his shaved head and neatly-cropped beard, I remembered that I’ve been questioning my sexuality a bit of late. A year ago I would have considered myself to be absolutely straight, but every once in a while I look at a guy—like him—and find myself wondering what it might feel like to play with them.
Master Snow was exactly the sort of guy I find dangerously intriguing. From the moment I sat down next to him I found myself blushing and giggling like a complete imbecile. Then, when chap opened his kisser and this unfathomable, resonant voice billowed out, oh man!
His line of questioning wasn’t precisely helping. Boy went str8 in with an absolute doozer: Did I ever wank and, if so, how often? I contemplated lying, but he’d told me formerly we started this honesty was vital, and, frankly, if they’re gonna turn me down because I spend most of my waking hours thinking about my dick, then The Order isn’t for me! As well, bloke was kinda fixated on me with his hypnotic blue eyes. All I could genuinely think ’bout was whether my swelling dick was showing in my constricting suit pants.
Then the totally inappropriate questions started tumbling out. Do I touch my nipps when I stir? Do I touch my hole? I felt delirious, lost in the swirl between his questioning and eyes. I not quite just jumped out of my skin when I felt him resting his massive hand on my thigh. My head instantaneously started pounding. I must have turned scarlet. Was bloke trying to put me at my ease? Or was guy coming on to me?
Man asked if I’d ever seen gay pornography and I told him, truthfully, this I hadn’t. Buddy asked if I thought ’bout men when I stired and I lied and told him I didn’t. His hand then started creeping towards my crotch. Fellow asked if what lad was doing was turning me on, so I lied and said it wasn’t. The truth is this it was turning me on greater amount than I’ve ever been turned on in my existence, but this felt like too long an answer for someone who could barely breathe. Buddy asked if I was ready to prove it and for some ungodly reason I said that I was…
Then this guy told me to stand and take my pants off. I was astounded. Truly, it took me a small in number moments to realize that man was being serious. Nevertheless, I found myself rising to my feet, and formerly I knew it I was dutifully unbuckling my thong and dropping my pants to the ground hoping this my pantie would absorb some of the cause of my debasement!
Of course, man wasn’t remotely satisfied with seeing me just like this and I was promptly educated to remove my bind. My beautifully-knotted tie! I did as told, as rapidly as I could. Then gink stood up and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. It felt so profoundly intimate. No one has ever done that to me formerly. Fellow stared into my eyes and I melted into him, not caring that my dick was now so severe it was tenting in my garments.
Lad reached out and grabbed it with his hand, rubbing it seductively with a look of almost triumph arrogantly plastered across his face. This chub looked a bit smug frankly, and to be honest, this look just made him seem even sexier to me.
I was a bit freaked out when chap sat me back on the easy-chair and tied my hands behind my back. I became aware of how wide-open I unhopedly was. Maybe I was ’bout to be punished for telling lies? That chub could plainly tell this I was fluctuating, but did nothing to put my mind at rest.
Then gink started to touch me another time in ways I can’t begin to describe. Chap was masterful, yet lustful. Lad made me grunt and gasp uncontrollably. It was as though every part of me was suddenly hard-wired to my dick. I craved him so badly. By the time boy started to press his lips against the head of my penis, I truthfully thought I was going to explode. I was utterly wide-open. I was his.
Chap prolonged to manipulate my body. Guy spread my legs wide separately, pushed his gigantic fingers against my cavity. While sucking me off, his soft tie brushed gently over my stomach. My skin was aching for his touch. Then this chub kissed me. I felt his coarse stubble pressing against my chin and his tongue swirling its way into my muzzle. I felt like I was in a video, on demonstrate.
Bloke started to suck me again and I found my hips driving into his muzzle. It felt awesome. Actual fantastic. Chap told me to cum for him. To be honest, it was a relief to be given permission to let go. I could feel it tingling in my testicles, bursting to free itself from my body.
We kissed again and I surprisingly felt it gushing out of my dick in quantities which totally shocked me. Squirt after squirt, flying insatiably onto my upper body and thighs as my body shook.