Chapter 8: Apprentice Devall – Second Anointing:: I’d seen Master Stone around a fair amount. There was something about him which always seemed to make me blush. He’s like the ultimate daddy somehow. He’s a tall Silver Fox who’s almost dreamily handsome. He’s usually quite smiley as well but then, one day, I saw him shouting at one of the other apprentices and it was pretty much the most terrifying thing I’d ever witnessed, so I made a note to myself then and there never to get on his bad side. Of course, seeing him all puffed-up and aggressive like that immediately put him to the top of my list of fantasies. The trouble with this place is that once your sexual awakening has been overseen by one of the masters, all you can think about is well… sex. The problem is, when you get aroused, you’re not permitted to make a move on anyone. You just have to wait… and wait… until you’re called up by one of the masters. How my heart leapt with excitement when I discovered I was to be anointed by Master Stone. I barely slept for days, and vowed to myself that I wouldn’t touch myself in that way until I was with him. It almost destroyed me, but it was a vow, I’m proud to say, that I managed to keep. By the time I’d entered the chamber, dressed in my pure white gown, I was pretty much climbing the walls with sexual frustration. The moment I saw Master Stone, buttoned up in his beautiful suit, my dick started bouncing uncontrollably. I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced excitement like it. He immediately removed my gown – leaving me in just my underwear – before hoisting me up onto the altar. I suddenly felt a pang of nerves. I’m not altogether sure why. I think perhaps I was just overwhelmed by the situation and wary of his intense magnetism and what it might cause me to do. He slipped his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves as though he were somehow eager to get to work, then he removed his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t take his eyes off me. He didn’t want me to look away. He wanted to force me to watch him and to know from my eyes that he had full control over me. He squirted oil from a silver vessel onto his hand and then rubbed it very slowly into my legs and feet. The sensation was instantly mind-blowing; a mixture of almost unbearably ticklish and crazily erotic. His hands were slipping and sliding everywhere. My dick was twitching all over the place. He did everything with a quality of aloofness. It is the most bizarre sensation to be profoundly turned on by a man whose facial expressions give the impression of not giving a damn. But then again, perhaps that was all part of it. Of course I was desperate for him to show he cared but I knew that, in order for this to be the case, I’d need to work really hard to please him. I was ordered onto my knees and he slowly unzipped my undershirt. At that moment his expression changed. He was softening towards me, somehow. Perhaps he liked the little patch of hair on my chest. I mean, I’m kinda proud of it myself because it reminds me that I’m a proper man. He pulled my shirt down and exposed my torso, which, in recent months, I’ve been doing my best to work on. I think he liked what he saw. His breathing changed and he groaned a little as he applied oils to it. To tell you the truth, I liked the way that my skin looked when it was covered in oil. It made everything seem fresh and healthy and considerably more defined. More than anything else, however, I liked the sensation of his giant daddy hands gliding all over me. I instantly began to imagine how it would feel to rub my body against his – particularly if he was himself covered in as much oil. He stood behind me and ran his hands over my ass before parting my underpants. Our regulation underwear has a slit in the back which can be opened up and used for… well let’s just say easy access. He pulled my dick out at the same time and I was so hard it was almost painful. God only knows what he then started to do with my dick. I don’t know whether it was oil or spit but his fist was sliding up and down my shaft in a way which almost instantly made me shoot. Then he pulled my underpants all the way down and I was butt naked, kneeling on the altar, arching my back and presenting my body like I’d been selected for the “Best in Show” category. He proceeded to massage oil into my back and shoulders, a sensation so profoundly erotic I almost came without my dick being touched. The aloofness was a thing of the past. He now seemed utterly fascinated by every part of me. I’ve seldom felt so worshiped, and every inch of my body responded by yearning for him. By the time he’d started to focus on my butt, I was literally in a dream world. The only thing I could think about was sex and how extraordinary Master Stone would feel if and when he decided to take me. He whispered the word “yes” and I melted. I heard him undressing and tried to remind myself to be patient. My Dad always used to tell me that the best things came to those who waited. Master Stone climbed up onto the altar behind me. I tried to look around at his cock. I could feel it through his underpants, tantalizingly brushing over and then pushing against my hole. Then he inched down his trunks and I felt the tip of his penis drawing lines of pre-cum over my own dick and then against the flesh of my butt cheeks. Then he entered me, slowly and inexorably pushing his huge dick further and further into me. It felt incredible. I felt entirely alive. His dick reached places inside me that a dick has never reached before. It was extraordinarily intense and yet it didn’t hurt. It was right on the edge, you know? Right in the space where you have to actively force yourself not to explode. Every move he made inside me was thrilling. Every stroke made me gasp with deep, visceral pleasure. I looked around to see his huge muscular thighs pressing against mine, gripping me like a vice. He began to play with his nipples, then suddenly started pounding heavily before pulling out and emitting a giant roar before shooting huge quantities of semen onto my lower back. I was thrilled that I’d sent him over the edge and even happier when he then pushed his dick back inside me again. Then he massaged it all into my back and I felt more special than I’ve ever felt in my life before. Alternate Description: Super cute Apprentice Devall enters the chamber in a pure white ceremonial gown which tall, handsome Master Stone immediately removes before hoisting the apprentice onto the altar. Master Stone undresses, not taking his eyes off the boy. The master squirts oil from a silver vessel and rubs it all over the trembling apprentice whose penis begins to throb with intense anticipation. Dex loves the way that Stone’s giant hands feel as they glide across his torso. Master Stone loves the way that Dex’s body looks when it’s covered in oil. Master Stone then stands behind the boy and parts his underpants before drawing his spit-and-oil-covered fist repeatedly over Dex’s throbbing shaft. Dex is so aroused he almost shoots his load. Master Stone climbs up onto the altar behind the apprentice and tantalizingly draws delicate lines of pre-cum all over his soft, smooth butt cheeks. Then Master Stone’s daddy dick enters the boy. His huge penis reaches places inside Dex that have never been reached before. The boy has to actively force himself not to explode. Every move Master Stone makes is thrilling. Every stroke makes the apprentice gasp with deep, visceral pleasure. Stone’s immensely muscular thighs grip the boy like a vice. He pumps with deep, aggressive, relentless strokes. This week from MasonicBoys, beautiful Apprentice Devall is utterly seduced by the very definition of a DILF.
