Apprentice Shepard, Chapter 3: The Anointing
Master Weston instructed me to enter the room and I walked in to find him sitting on a bench, dressed in a beautifully-fitted, pure white suit.
He looked up at me and smiled. I felt a million butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
He rolled up his sleeves and gathered a series of metal containers from the corner of the room which were filled with warm oils. Master Weston dipped a finger into one of them then drew a line of oil across my forehead. Before long, he’d meticulously rubbed oil into most parts of my body.
The more he touched me, the more I melted. Strings of pre-cum were pouring uncontrollably from my penis tip. I dropped to my knees to serve him and he pushed his underwear down to reveal his stiffening cock which I immediately began to suck.
Then he ordered me onto all fours and knelt behind me. He was soon pressing his huge dick against my hole, which immediately opened up for him. Moments later, he was in a push-up position above me—thrusting in and out, pounding me like a stag in heat.
He turned me onto my back. I grabbed hold of his nipples and twisted them as hard as I could with my fingertips.
Moments later, he pulled his dick out of me and shot an immense load all over my stomach. He collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto my body, and we kissed passionately for what seemed like forever, our bodies interwoven, connected mentally, physically, and now spiritually.