The Conversation - Apprentice White
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I don’t think I’ve ever been as frightened as I was when I ambled into that room. I guess I knew that everything was resting on my interview. I had to make a superb impression. I was desperate to join The Order, and for months and months I’d thought about nothing else. I knew it would be a life-changing experience. It’s why apprenticeships are like gold dust—beautiful, rare, and effortless to miss.They told me not to attempt to second-guess the types of questions I’d be asked. I bought a fresh suit, a crisp milky tee-shirt and about 5 trusses because I couldn’t work out which one was the smartest. I opted for a blue striped tie—not too fat, not too skinny, blue to match my eyes—and then spent hours in front of a mirror trying to perfect the knot.I kept catching ...I kept catching my reflection in the windows as I ambled in the direction of the interview room. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked so grown up and handsome! No one could tell me I wasn’t looking the part.The interview bedroom was blinding white. milky furniture and carpet with milky suspends lining the walls. It smelt expensive in a kind of male way, like the aroma that often wafts over you when a wealthy-looking aged fellow passes you in the street.And I think I found that man.He was sitting on one of the chairs. I was staggered by how stellar he looked in his milky suit. With his smoothly-shaven head and neatly-cropped beard, I remembered that I’ve been questioning my sexiness a bit of late. A year ago I would have considered myself to be entirely straight, but at times I view at a guy—like him—and find myself wondering what it might perceive like to have fun with them.And it was someone I knew quite well. I had no idea my own dad was in The Order. Here, he was not Mister, but tormentor Snow. From the moment I sat down next to him I found myself reddening and giggling like a complete imbecile. Then, when he opened his mouth and this deep, resonant voice billowed out, oh man!His line of questioning wasn’t exactly helping. He went hetero in with an absolute doozey: Did I ever wank and, if so, how often? I contemplated lying, but he’d told me before we started that 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 is not for me! Also, he was kinda fixated on me with his hypnotic blue eyes. All I could actually think about was whether my erection bone was showing in my cock-squeezing suit pants.Then the totally inappropriate questions started tumbling out. Do I touch my puffies when I masturbate? Do I touch my hole? I perceived delirious, lost in the swirl inbetween his questioning and eyes. I almost jumped out of my flesh when I perceived him resting his phat forearm on my thigh. My head instantly started pounding. I must have revved scarlet. Was he trying to put me at my ease? Or was he coming on to me?He asked if I’d ever seen faggot porn and I told him, truthfully, that I hadn’t. He asked if I thought about men when I jerked and I lied and told him I didn’t. His forearm then started sneaking in the direction of my crotch. He asked if what he was doing was turning me on, so I lied and said it wasn’t. The truth is that it was turning me on more than I’ve ever been revved on in my life, but that perceived like too lengthy an response for someone who could scarcely breathe. He asked if I was willing to prove it and for some ungodly reason I said that I was…Then he told me to stand and take my trousers off. I was astounded. In fact, it took me a few moments to realize that he was being serious. Nevertheless, I found myself rising to my feet, and before I knew it I was dutifully unbuckling my belt and dropping my trousers to the ground expecting that my panties would engulf some of the cause of my embarrassment!Of course, he wasn’t remotely pleased with witnessing me just like that and I was instantly taught to liquidate my tie. My beautifully-knotted tie! I did as told, as quickly as I could. Then he stood up and started to unbutton the buttons on my shirt. It perceived so profoundly intimate. No one has ever done that to me before. He perved into my eyes and I melted into him, not caring that my bone was now so rock-hard it was tenting in my garments.He reached out and took hold of it with his hand, groping it seductively with a view of almost exult arrogantly plastered throughout his face. He looked a bit smug frankly, and to be honest, that view just made him seem even hotter to me.I was a bit freaked out when he sat me back on the stool and strapped my mitts behind my back. I became aware of how helpless I all of a sudden was. Maybe I was about to be penalized for saying lies? He could plainly tell that I was shaking, but did nothing to put my mind at rest.Then he started to touch me again in ways I can’t begin to describe. He was masterful, yet sensual. He made me grunt and choke uncontrollably. It was as tho' every part of me was all of a sudden hard-wired to my dick. I wanted him so badly. By the time he started to press his lips against the head of my penis, I honestly thought I was going to explode. I was immensely helpless. I was his.He continued to manipulate my body. He stretched my gams broad apart, shoved his phat frigs against my hole. While sucking me off, his tender bind brushed mildly over my stomach. My body was sore for his touch. Then he kissed me. I perceived his tough bristle pressing against my chin and his tongue swirling its way into my mouth. I perceived like I was in a movie, on display.He started to gargle me again and I found my hips driving into his mouth. It perceived good. Real good. He told me to jism for him. To be honest, it was a ease to be given permission to let go. I could perceive it tingling in my balls, bursting to free-for-all itself from my body.We kissed again and I all of a sudden perceived it spewing out out of my bone in quantities which totally dazed me. burst after squirt, flying avidly onto my pecs and hips as my body shook.If this is how it perceives to be part of The Order, I hereby dedicate my entire life to it!
I don’t think I’ve ever been as frightened as I was when I ambled into that room. I guess I knew that everything was resting on my interview. I had to make a superb impression. I was desperate to join The Order, and for months and months I’d thought about nothing else. I knew it would be a life-changing experience. It’s why apprenticeships are like gold dust—beautiful, rare, and effortless to miss.They told me not to attempt to second-guess the types of questions I’d be asked. I bought a fresh suit, a crisp milky tee-shirt and about 5 trusses because I couldn’t work out which one was the smartest. I opted for a blue striped tie—not too fat, not too skinny, blue to match my eyes—and then spent hours in front of a mirror trying to perfect the knot.I kept catching ...I kept catching my reflection in the windows as I ambled in the direction of the interview room. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I looked so grown up and handsome! No one could tell me I wasn’t looking the part.The interview bedroom was blinding white. milky furniture and carpet with milky suspends lining the walls. It smelt expensive in a kind of male way, like the aroma that often wafts over you when a wealthy-looking aged fellow passes you in the street.And I think I found that man.He was sitting on one of the chairs. I was staggered by how stellar he looked in his milky suit. With his smoothly-shaven head and neatly-cropped beard, I remembered that I’ve been questioning my sexiness a bit of late. A year ago I would have considered myself to be entirely straight, but at times I view at a guy—like him—and find myself wondering what it might perceive like to have fun with them.And it was someone I knew quite well. I had no idea my own dad was in The Order. Here, he was not Mister, but tormentor Snow. From the moment I sat down next to him I found myself reddening and giggling like a complete imbecile. Then, when he opened his mouth and this deep, resonant voice billowed out, oh man!His line of questioning wasn’t exactly helping. He went hetero in with an absolute doozey: Did I ever wank and, if so, how often? I contemplated lying, but he’d told me before we started that 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 is not for me! Also, he was kinda fixated on me with his hypnotic blue eyes. All I could actually think about was whether my erection bone was showing in my cock-squeezing suit pants.Then the totally inappropriate questions started tumbling out. Do I touch my puffies when I masturbate? Do I touch my hole? I perceived delirious, lost in the swirl inbetween his questioning and eyes. I almost jumped out of my flesh when I perceived him resting his phat forearm on my thigh. My head instantly started pounding. I must have revved scarlet. Was he trying to put me at my ease? Or was he coming on to me?He asked if I’d ever seen faggot porn and I told him, truthfully, that I hadn’t. He asked if I thought about men when I jerked and I lied and told him I didn’t. His forearm then started sneaking in the direction of my crotch. He asked if what he was doing was turning me on, so I lied and said it wasn’t. The truth is that it was turning me on more than I’ve ever been revved on in my life, but that perceived like too lengthy an response for someone who could scarcely breathe. He asked if I was willing to prove it and for some ungodly reason I said that I was…Then he told me to stand and take my trousers off. I was astounded. In fact, it took me a few moments to realize that he was being serious. Nevertheless, I found myself rising to my feet, and before I knew it I was dutifully unbuckling my belt and dropping my trousers to the ground expecting that my panties would engulf some of the cause of my embarrassment!Of course, he wasn’t remotely pleased with witnessing me just like that and I was instantly taught to liquidate my tie. My beautifully-knotted tie! I did as told, as quickly as I could. Then he stood up and started to unbutton the buttons on my shirt. It perceived so profoundly intimate. No one has ever done that to me before. He perved into my eyes and I melted into him, not caring that my bone was now so rock-hard it was tenting in my garments.He reached out and took hold of it with his hand, groping it seductively with a view of almost exult arrogantly plastered throughout his face. He looked a bit smug frankly, and to be honest, that view just made him seem even hotter to me.I was a bit freaked out when he sat me back on the stool and strapped my mitts behind my back. I became aware of how helpless I all of a sudden was. Maybe I was about to be penalized for saying lies? He could plainly tell that I was shaking, but did nothing to put my mind at rest.Then he started to touch me again in ways I can’t begin to describe. He was masterful, yet sensual. He made me grunt and choke uncontrollably. It was as tho' every part of me was all of a sudden hard-wired to my dick. I wanted him so badly. By the time he started to press his lips against the head of my penis, I honestly thought I was going to explode. I was immensely helpless. I was his.He continued to manipulate my body. He stretched my gams broad apart, shoved his phat frigs against my hole. While sucking me off, his tender bind brushed mildly over my stomach. My body was sore for his touch. Then he kissed me. I perceived his tough bristle pressing against my chin and his tongue swirling its way into my mouth. I perceived like I was in a movie, on display.He started to gargle me again and I found my hips driving into his mouth. It perceived good. Real good. He told me to jism for him. To be honest, it was a ease to be given permission to let go. I could perceive it tingling in my balls, bursting to free-for-all itself from my body.We kissed again and I all of a sudden perceived it spewing out out of my bone in quantities which totally dazed me. burst after squirt, flying avidly onto my pecs and hips as my body shook.If this is how it perceives to be part of The Order, I hereby dedicate my entire life to it!
Added: 2023-10-05 • Views: 20 • Duration: 23:02