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Life has been avid since my ally Andrew and I ran away from home. I don’t know why I did it, actually. Andrew loathed being a Senator’s son in the constant spotlight. The security details. He wanted his own life. I guess I did, likewise. My daddy wasn’t as high profile as Andrew’s was but I was just as sheltered. I had my own nanny and, later governess, from the time I was born. Later, I had a security guard. I mean that guy was phat, but still! I grew up in a gated mansion where, I admit, I had anything. Except freedom. Adventure. There was at no time a pont of time in my life that wasn’t planned, sheltered, supervised. I still can’t make no doubt of we did it. We couldn’t have except the Organization, some underground European mafia, or smth, sent Andrews daddy a gift. It was a chap! I mean we not ever even suspected that Mr. Connor was homo. But Andrew saw this strange boy our age going into his dad’s study. He snuck up outside the door and listened. There wasn’t any mistaking what that guy heard. The dude was getting drilled by his daddy. Andrew hid inside the intimate elevator and waited for the stud to come out. When the chap got on the elevator, Andrew confronted him. He threatened to expose him and the stud gave him a business card. I’m inexperienced. I’ll let Andrew talk me into everything. We contacted the number and somehow we got in. The 1st thing we did was meet this lad who kind of interviewed us, but mostly just type of low key us. I mean it was consensual and anything but it wasn’t like we had much choice. It was kind of gripping, though! I’ve fooled around with other chaps my age, but this was, I don’t know, like real sex! He had a truly large shlong and we got screwed hard with it. It was type of a test cuz we have to do anything we are said out of question. So I guess we passed and they moved us into a type of hotel/dormitory kind of place with some other juvenile dudes who are escorts, also. The other boyz are precious. There are 2 who don’t speak any English, but almost any do. We can hangout, but none of us are allowed to say everything at all about the errands that we run. That’s what the studs from the Organization call it when they send us places. I didn’t have much idea what was going on except I assumed it was about sex. We were there for about a week. It’s kind of effortless to lose track of time. Yesterday, one of the dudes said me that I was being sent on an errand. He gave me a miniature box to deliver, an address and a transit card. I was supposed to give the box to Father Zetta. I thought, if I was going to watch a priest, whatsoever happened, it wouldn’t be sex. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or frustrated. I got to the address but no one appeared to be to be there. I was said that I was expected and I should await until Father Zetta came in. When this guy got there, I looked up at him and this guy was exceedingly impressive. I mean, I think of priests as being like old chaps, or soever, but this fellow was hawt! He was probably in his mid 30s with a black beard and lips that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss him. A scarcely any minutes later, I discovered out. He was very good and gentle but it appeared to be like suddenly we were giving a kiss and I was shocked that I was doing that with a priest, but I actually wanted him to fuck me. It didn’t take lengthy to figure that this guy wanted it, likewise. He made me engulf him. His 10-pounder was giant, and uncut. I’ve not at any time been treated like that in advance of. His hands were all over me. With the Organization boy, it was like this guy was just doing what this chab had to. Father Zetta acted like that guy indeed wanted me. Like I was his beloved dessert, or smth. He indeed made me desire to please him, to be admirable of his crave for me. At the same time, it felt wonderfully wicked that that guy left his cross on. It’s not like I’m Catholic, but still. His jock actually hurt going in my aperture but I took it for him. After that guy got me opened up, that guy sat on the sofa and said me to ride him. I’ve not at any time done that previous to but it was astounding. This exceedingly sexy man lying back on the daybed and me fucking myself with his ramrod. I just wanted greater quantity and greater amount of it the longer I rode it. I wanted to feel his cum inside me so bad, but I knew when that guy did, this guy would stop fucking me, and I didn’t crave it to end either.
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