Preparation Day | APPRENTICE DEVALL Vol. 3

I’ve been sharing a room with Apprentice Devall since I arrived here. To be honest, I’ve always looked up to him enormously. He’s so much further along with his apprenticeship and, although we’re forbidden from discussing any aspect of our training, he gives me really good advice which has proved to be vital when things get a little untoward, which they have a habit of doing here.

Sometimes I look at him and wonder if it’s possible to be any more sexy than he is. Aside from being dreamily handsome, he just seems to be so much in control of his life, and that gives him a confidence which I find utterly compelling. Even his walk seems to be imbued with a sort of power. But it’s watching him in the morning, when he steps out of the shower and puts his shirt and tie on, which gives me goosebumps. Every single fantasy I have about him revolves around watching him either dressing or undressing.

Yesterday, we discovered that the two of us were being summoned for what they were calling a “preparation day.” I had no idea what it entailed, or even when or where it would happen, but I couldn’t quite get the thought out of my mind that we might somehow be in trouble. I know we’re not supposed to talk about the rituals and ceremonies here, but when Devall came back from his studies yesterday evening, as he was getting undressed, I couldn’t help myself. I asked him if he knew what was going on. I asked if he also thought we might be in trouble. His response was cryptic, “we’re like chosen…” I could tell there were things he wanted to say, but walls have ears in this place. Master Kamp’s room is right next door and he would undoubtedly be the first to discipline us if we broke the rules. I asked him why he thought we’d been chosen and he simply responded by asking if I’d ever felt “different.” I’m not sure why the comment made my dick stiffen so much, but there was something in his delivery which made me convinced that he was asking if I was into dudes, and furthermore, that he was simultaneously telling me that he was too.

Then suddenly there was this energy between us. Man it was intense. It hit me like a freakin’ truck! He walked right over, and, without taking his eyes off of me, rubbed my shoulder. His touch instantly made me shudder with excitement. He smiled and told me that he’d noticed me looking at him. The comment made me blush, but his eyes continued to bore into me. There was a glint in them which made it clear he was about to make a pass. And I wanted to kiss him, I really did, but Kamp has ears like a hawk… The number of times he’s come rushing into the dorm in the night after hearing the slightest murmur of conversation. Devall, however, inched closer to me, and told me not to worry about Kamp, who he assured me was sleeping, though I wasn’t sure how he knew.

And with that, he leaned in to kiss me, and my head started spinning. He paused to ask if I’d ever kissed a guy before. I shook my head. And then, before I could catch my breath, the two of us had locked lips. It felt a little strange to begin with, a bit stilted somehow, so I tried to relax and focus on copying exactly what he was doing and, sure enough, after a few seconds, it started to feel good… really good… mind-blowingly good!

Devall then asked if a guy had ever touched me. I said no, barely able to control my excitement. At that moment, he reached down and gently squeezed the bulge in my underpants in a way which made me gasp. I instantly tried to suppress the noises that my mouth wanted to make, acutely aware that Master Kamp was next door, but it felt so goddamned hot! He asked if I’d ever touched a guy and I shook my head again, telling him I’d always wanted to, while bolt after bolt of excitement surged through my body. He asked if I wanted to touch him and I told him I did, and, with that, I ran my hand over his erect penis which was bulging like crazy in his underwear.

And then, just like that, we were making out; groping, kissing, stripping naked, breaking all the rules. His body is so beautiful. His chest is so well-defined, with just enough hair on it to make him seem like a man. I could tell that he liked my body too. I’ve worked hard on it in the gym over the past few months so it felt good to be appreciated… validated. He kept pulling at my nipples which felt surprisingly good. In fact, he touched several parts of my body in a way which I found utterly arousing in a most unexpected way.

We slowly slid our underpants down, our dicks bouncing out, excited to be free at last. My dick was slightly larger, longer and thicker than his. For some reason the fact that I was bigger was a great source of pride to me. I liked that he was impressed by it. I liked the look on his face as he uncovered it. I liked how he then kissed me so hard. There was something about being fully naked which made everything so much more intense.

What neither of us noticed was Master Kamp creeping into the room, wearing just his underwear. I don’t know how long he’d been watching us, but when he made himself known, my heart instantly started pounding, assuming I was in big big trouble; trouble that would surely have me sent down. Devall seemed less bothered, however, almost as though he were somehow expecting it. Master Kamp could plainly tell that I was terrified and told me not to be alarmed and to keep going. I didn’t quite know whether to believe him, but my previous encounter with him had been of a semi-sexual nature, so I threw caution to the wind, my head basically imploding. I have thought so many times about my encounter with Master Kamp, expanding it in my mind, remembering what he did to me, daring to hope he’d do it again, wondering if he’d take it further with me if he did, so his presence this evening was both shocking and deeply thrilling.

Devall began to kiss my neck, and I watched Master Kamp as he started to toy with his dick through his underpants. His presence emboldened me somehow. I realized I wanted him to watch me. I wanted to show off to him so that he’d want to make love to me just as I was making love to Devall. He threw himself down onto my bed, pulling out a mattress from under it, and indicating for us to continue on that, asking if it was my first time. I said it was. He continued to ask questions as we made out, encouraging us, from his ring side seat, to take things further and further, removing his penis from his pants and jerking himself while he watched.

Devall and I got onto the mattress and I found myself lying back with my legs apart, exposing my hole. I was not expecting Devall to push his tongue into it, or for that matter, for the erotic spasm which then followed, the intensity of which I had no idea could ever be experienced. When he then asked if I wanted to do the same to him, the answer was an indefatigable yes!

We switched places, and Devall spread his legs and smiled, looking up at me with those stunning doe-like eyes. I tried to copy what he’d done to me, poking my tongue into his hole, and allowing it to dance over the entrance while Master Kamp, still jerking his rock solid cock, held onto one of his legs. Devall instantly started to grunt and groan, his eyes rolling back in his head. Then Master Kamp asked me if I’d ever been inside a guy. I told him I hadn’t. He asked if I wanted to. He actually asked if I wanted to put my penis inside the perfect man lying beneath me. I have never wanted anything more…

I continued to work on Devall’s ass with my tongue, slowly-but-surely summoning up the courage to take the plunge. I looked at Master Kamp. He nodded. And with that, I knelt up, trying to figure out a position to do it in. In the end I spread my legs real wide and sat on the mattress as close to Devall’s ass as I could get. A few moments later, I started to push my dick into him. I was surprised by how tight it felt. I needed to push really hard to get it inside. Devall’s face broke into the most amazing smile and then, as I pushed again, he gasped. It felt so good to be inside him. So intimate. So profound. Just looking into his face and seeing how much pleasure I was bringing to him was incredible beyond words. I rolled myself backwards and forwards, my dick sliding in and out. I was losing my virginity and it felt awesome. I kept looking at Master Kamp for guidance. He willed me with his eyes to go harder and faster so I did just that.

Then Devall asked if I wanted to know how it felt to be fucked, and I said I did, and then, within seconds, he was pushing his penis into me. It got so intense. Crazy intense. It felt like I was being torn apart, but in an incredible way; a way which I didn’t want to stop. He was driving his dick in and out of me, occasionally looking at Master Kamp, smiling, almost as though they were both sharing some sort of secret, like they’d planned everything. And then the penny dropped… That’s exactly what had happened. This was my preparation day!

Every one of Devall’s strokes suddenly somehow seemed more intense than the one before until my entire body was shaking. I wanted him. I wanted every last inch of him. Every time I looked into his eyes I wanted him more. It felt so good. I grabbed my dick and started jerking it uncontrollably. Every part of me was humming with pleasure. The semen was rising inexorably. He said he was close, and then, just like that, he exploded into me. I could feel it. I really could. I could feel his dick throbbing deep inside. Pounding out spurt after spurt of semen into my guts. He stayed inside, and, seconds after he’d shot, I could feel my balls clenching and the cum bursting up my shaft. I squirted all over my stomach while Devall was still thrusting into me. Seconds later, Master Kamp stood up from the bed, his meaty, tattooed thighs bulging with masculinity as he sprayed his precious juices, like the sexiest ever waterfall, all over me.