"Diaper Boy Gets Interviewed, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounters
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Name's Wesley North. I'm in the HR (Human Resources) Department of The London Royal Bank. Today I have set aside the morning for interviews for three openings for teller. That is a key position since the teller is the face that the public knows and it's opinion of the Bank is colored by their impression of the teller.
While the position is not high on remuneration, it does have enormous cache and often leads to more prestigious positions.
My secretary advises that there are four interviewees chosen from their resumes. There were over a hundred responses to our advert, but that number came down to this small amount.
The first and second applicants were so alike. They were tall, slim, intense young men, who in the middle twenties were already partly bald. I don't make judgements on physical appearance, but they may have lost their hair through tense worrying and I thought they would not project a confident happy attitude to our clients.
The third fellow had a very impressive resume. He had a BS in finance and had just attained his public accountant's designation. I did worry that he might be over qualified for this job but he was strong in asserting that banking was the career he wanted. I did not give him a definite answer but I believe he left with a positive feeling
At last the final chap was ushered in by my secretary. I was making notes concerning the earlier interviews when I glanced up to see him. I put my pen down and directed him take a seat. He choose a chair, not in front of my desk as was usual, but a chair at the furthest distance. This seemed to exemplify his diffidence.
I also noted that he didn't proffer his hand as had the others. They did so with manly enthusiasm in accordance recommendations from their job coaches. This fellow, William Gother by name, was quite shy, that was immediately apparent. Not the best personality for the position.
But his appearance caused me to revise my earlier negative feelings. Mr. Gother was a supremely attractive young man. He was younger than the others being only twenty two, but he had the education and even some work experience with his father who was a financial adviser.
When I say that his appearance was arresting, I am not exaggerating. He was about five feet six and his height was not imposing, but the rest of the boy was unique and appealing. He had a large, full head of reddish blond hair with full bangs that came close to his eyes and emphasized their bright blue color. Below, a saucy tilted nose and then that mouth, pouty and full. I also was enchanted with his voice, soft and flutey.
"Tell me, er..may I call you William, why do you think you are fitted for this position?"
He had nodded at my request to call him William. I was touched that he blushed at my first direct question. This lad was a charmer, though may have habitually relied on it too much.
"I adore meeting people."
Well, this was a bit extravagant a reply and did not advance him too much.
"William, I have been interviewing a few before you and my voice is getting tired. I ask that you move closer so that I will tax my voice less."
He looked a bit taken aback as his eyes searched the room wildly as if to seek a safe spot, but my hand and finger pointed to the chair close to my desk which I had now moved so that he had to sit at my left hand.
His prominent arse came into view. He was wearing light weight trousers and as he turned to sit, I was treated to that perky, protruding beautiful shape. Such as sexy body part was not in congruence with his face that was supremely innocent, almost baby like.
I began to suspect that William was mired into an earlier period of his life. That guess was underscored by his apparel. His shoes were scuffed brown with red braided laces. His shirt was short sleeved and I believe, on the pocket, was an embroidery of a duck. I had never seen that trade mark. Could his mother had sewn it?
I realized that the boy had settled himself down and was gazing at me with ,touching anticipation, his blue eyes wide and his full lips slightly parted.
I decide to utilize the word response exercise to smoke out this kid's true nature which I already suspected.
"William, let's play a little game." His face lit up and he smiled slightly. The effect was very appealing and I felt my crotch getting warm. "Let's start. Warm. He replied temperature. That was a good reply, showed ability to connect abstract ideas. I decided to take a risk: baby. The effect of that word was remarkable. His face softened and his tongue swiped over his lips as he blurted milk.
I had come this far and he was slowly losing his self consciousness and becoming younger right in front of me. I risked calling DIAPERS !
This produced a total affect. His eyes slipped to half mast and his mouth was open in as if to produce an "O" sound. Also I saw that he was squirming in the chair.
I got up and put my hand on his warm head of reddish hair and he rubbed against my hand in pleasure. But his did seem uncomfortable. Suddenly I realized that the lad had to pee.
"Do you have to make pee pee?" I asked.
He nodded and looked across the room toward my executive bathroom, his eyes pleading.
I took his smooth cheeks into my large hand (I am 6' 4' with big hands and feet) "Dear Baby Boy, it is not necessary to go to that room. I have diapers here for you."
I kept two wrapped diapers in my top drawer just on the hope that someday I would encounter one of these divine creatures, so trusting, so affectionate, so unthreatening.
My suggest wrought an immediate effect on his. He got up and went to the long couch and lay down on it and raised his legs helpfully. I smiled in pleasure, my prick hard and wanting and got the fresh diaper and opened it. He spied it and almost cooed in happiness.
This was a fully diaper boy, not just an experimenter. He was totally into his childhood and I was in complete control. I know he loved me at this moment as I was the agent for his greatest fantasies.
I came over and undid his belt and opened his fly zipper. He was moaning with pleasurable anticipation. My hands were shaking with excitement as I whipped off his pants and revealed his briefs decorated with bunnies.
I pulled this off, revealing his full hairless, balloon thighs and his penis. His penis was perfectly shaped through smallish. It was ejected now in a pee hard on and on the tip a golden drop of urine that I could faintly smell. Delicious!
I lifted his legs exposing his perky ass cheeks and hairless ass hole. This boy was a beauty. I fitted the diaper between his legs and fastened it in front. He was almost babbling with delight.
I put my arm around his shoulder and lifted his up and I sat on the couch at the same time and drew him and sat his down on my lap. I immediately felt his warm naked thighs heating my thin trousers.
"My I call you Willy?" He nodded slightly, his eyes half closed. "You may now pee in the diaper."
He exclaimed "O-o-o-o-h" and pursed his lips in adorable concentration. I watched his brow furrowing and his pink tongue come out in the effort of starting his stream. Then I saw his face relax as his peeing began and dampened the diaper as a great quantity of urine was absorbed.
The whole room smelled of delicious urine. Willy was dowsing in relief, his face supremely handsome and baby-like. But then a troubled expressed passed over his face. The discomfort of a wet diaper had reached his consciousness.
I hugged him. "Sweet boy, don't worry, I have another diaper, a dry one and I will clean you and make you happy."
He also made a cat's purr as he looked at me trustingly.
I brought the clean diaper and unwrapped it, but first I removed the wet one and wiped his prick and balls area as well as his backside until they were dry.
Just as I was about to put the new diaper on, he bawled out "Milk, milk."
End Part One