November 28th 2014
Abuse of Authority by Mr Blue Skies ([email protected]) *** A mature male manager deceives his way into the bed of a younger male employee, in part one of Abuse of Authority. (MM, oral, anal) *** Author Note: The author would be pleased to receive constructive comments on this first part of a two part story at [email protected] *** I had been keeping an eye on Craig for a while now. I am his manager so it is quite in order for me to ask how his job is going and talk over his career prospects. For some time I had thought about testing out an idea of mine but there was no rush as there is plenty of time I kept telling myself (mainly to give myself the excuse to do nothing). But now there wasn't plenty of time. I either had to act in the next few days or not at all; in two weeks it would be too late. My silent bluff had been called. I left the office that day deep in thought. The next day, I made some reason to speak with Craig; he'd been travelling all day so I made a casual meeting to see how he had got on with his programme of sales. He said he had done well and felt sure he would exceed his monthly target (not too difficult as I'd set it lower than his rival colleagues). We talked for a few minutes and then, looking around conspiratorially, I asked quietly if we could have a private talk, but not here in the office. He agreed and I suggested meeting at a quiet country pub en route to our respective homes after work. That was the easy bit I told myself. We met as arranged and I bought a couple of drinks and indicated a quiet table in the far corner, away from the bar. We sat and sipped our drinks. I calmed myself down and started on my plan. I explained that this conversation was in strictest confidence and that I would, if pressed, deny it had ever taken place. Craig agreed, so I set out on the journey I had planned so often but had lacked the courage to begin; not only to discover if my feelings regarding Craig were accurate but, as importantly, to face up to my thoughts about myself. I told him that the company needed to reduce its staffing levels and merge sales areas. I explained that there are two areas in the south-west of England, one covering Somerset, Devon and Cornwall, and the other Gloucestershire and Worcestershire. Currently, the former is Craig's area, and the latter is Mike's, Craig's colleague and rival. I emphasised the rival bit. I told him that it was up to me to make the decision but that I had a problem in that Craig is a single man and that Mike has family commitments. I had to make some hard decisions and needed some direction from him I said. Did I identify his post for redundancy; he would probably find another, or should it be Mike's who would find it difficult to find a post nearer to home? Craig told me that he also had a home locally which he'd recently purchased. I feigned surprise, although I already knew this as I'd confirmed details of his salary to his mortgage company. I indicated that I hadn't realised this and that I'd have to rethink my plans. We parted with me wondering if my plan would work and Craig thinking his job may be on the line – but that I had some influence on the outcome. I deliberately avoided him for a couple of days to keep up the suspense before engineering a situation to talk to him again. It was quite easy as he'd been trying to 'casually meet me' but I'd been 'too busy.' Towards the end of the day, I met him as if by chance and said that I'd like to talk to him privately again. He said he would be glad to. This is where it could go wrong. I paused in order to calm myself and, consequently, my voice. 'Do you know of anywhere private?' I asked him casually. He didn't hesitate. 'What about my house?' he responded quickly, and then continued, 'it's near your route home so not unduly out of your way.' I paused as if thinking it over; in reality, I was calming myself to sound casual. It had worked out as I had hoped so far. 'Okay,' I said casually, 'give me the address and a time and I'll meet you there.' 'Six o'clock.' He replied promptly, giving me his address. 'Six it is.' I said and returned to my office. Once there, I 'phoned my wife. I occasionally worked late so it was easy to do. 'Hello darling,' I said, 'I have to work late this evening; the usual reasons as ever.' She told me not to worry and that she wouldn't wait up. I watched from my office as Craig drove off for our meeting. I left it for twenty minutes before I followed. I wanted him to worry that I may not turn up. When I was about five minutes away from his house, my mobile rang. It was Craig; I smiled to myself and ignored it. When I drew up outside his house, he was stood in the doorway waiting. He closed the door behind me and showed me through to the living room. I was subtly lit and warm. He offered me a drink. I asked if he had any vodka. He smiled with pleasure as he said that he did. He left to get the drink and I sat down on the large sofa. The room was sparsely furnished but comfortable; I was relieved to see how clearly established it all was, giving an air of permanence and security. Something I was about to play on. I was nervous as I waited. Craig returned and offered me my glass. He raised his glass towards me and I raised mine in response, but deliberately not making eye contact. It unnerved him as I hoped it would. 'How are things going on the restructuring?' He asked directly. With some difficulty,' I said, and continued, 'I still haven't found a way around the dilemma about you and Mike. It's a difficult call between a single man and one with family commitments; it would have been easier if you weren't settled here. A single man is much more mobile. I just don't know how to decide.' There followed a long silence. During it, I fought the feelings I thought I'd buried for many years. It was a long time ago and something which had got easier to repress as the years passed but now the feeling surfaced again in the presence of this good-looking young man 20 years my junior, somebody in whom I thought I'd read the signs. I could be so wrong. I had to know. Craig broke into my reverie. 'Is there anything I could do to sway your decision?' He asked softly. I drew a deep breath. It was now or never. My buried thoughts rose to the surface. 'How come a good looking boy like you lives alone Craig?' I'd spoken the unthinkable. He didn't immediately answer. He looked at me for a while. 'I'm content on my own; it suits me and my style of life. I don't mind at all living on my own. I can do as I like and rule my own life. It works until I get into a situation such as I am in now.' It was a couple of seconds before I realised that he was begging a question. I filled the ensuing silence. 'What is the situation you find yourself in?' 'Once again being attracted to a mature man in authority,' he said softly, 'and one who holds my immediate future in his hands.' My heart raced as I struggled to contain my thoughts - and my excitement. I took two deep and silent breaths. 'Help me decide Craig.' He put down his glass and crossed the room towards me. I stood as he did so. He stood in front of me and then slowly knelt before me. He looked up at me, his eyes half closed, his lips slightly parted, but said nothing. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my rapidly hardening cock. Already I was leaking precum, a heavy drop formed on the end. I moved slightly and gently wiped the head of my cock across his parted lips. As I did so, I milked a further heavy drop and coated his lips further until they glistened. I looked down at him; his eyes were closed. I pulled away, lowered my head and kissed his softly on his lips, slippery with my precum. I moved my mouth over his in a slow movement. He parted his lips and I gently probed his mouth with my tongue and he with his in mine, tasting the saltiness of my precum as we did so. The years of repression fell away as the sensuality of kissing another man washed over me. After some time we drew apart and looked at each other, saying nothing. A short while later, Craig stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he turned and headed for the door. I followed him up the stairs, trying to put my rigid cock away as I did so. We entered his bedroom. It was dominated by the large bed and not much else. He turned to face me. We embraced and kissed again. I started to undo his shirt as we did so. It wasn't easy so we mutually parted and, still facing each other, undressed. He dropped his shorts and stood looking at me as I did the same. He looked magnificent; his circumcised penis stood proudly erect and of an enviable length. I was also hard but less well endowed due, I suppose, partly to my mature years. We stood for a short while and then Craig lay on his back across the bed. I followed and lay on top of him, and any inhibitions melted away. I kissed him with feeling and passion but tempered with some restraint. I moved down his body, sucking on his nipples and feeling his hard cock pressing against me as I travelled down his torso. I hesitated as I reached my goal, savouring the moment; it had been a long time. I took him into my mouth. The years rolled away as I milked precum from him in an attempt to satiate my thirst for his young cock. I sucked, licked, stoked and drank from him. I was almost beyond caring when he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from him. I reluctantly let go of him. 'It's my turn.' He said, by way of explanation. I moved up the bed as he moved down. He didn't pause on the way. The first thing I felt was the warm of his mouth enveloping my cock. Now I can recall how different it felt to my wife's mouth on me – and how uniquely sensual. I lay back, barely able to contain my excitement and the overwhelming desire to cum. After no more than a minute, I had to pull away from him as I was about to lose any vestige of control. 'Wait.' I said. Craig raised his head and smiled at me. 'Don't go away.' He said and rolled away from me and got up from the bed. He left the room and returned a few moments later, holding something in his hand. He lay down beside me offering it to me. 'Lube.' He said simply. This was more that I had hoped for. I took it without saying anything. Craig turned and lay on is front, his legs slightly splayed. I needed no further invitation. I sat beside him and squeezed some of the slippery and slightly fragrant oil into the palm of my hand. I gently rubbed the cheeks and then the cleft of his smooth, firm arse, going deeper in until I was running my fingers across the opening of his arse. I parted his rounded cheeks and applied a second load of lube directly onto his opening. As I gently placed my hand back into the cleft, he raised his arse slightly to meet me. I lightly pressed the tip of a finger to his opening, introducing a little lube into him. I repeated this a couple of times and then pushed my finger fully into him. As I did so he raised his lovely arse to greet my finger. Within a few strokes I could move my finger in and out of him smoothly and he matched my rhythm. I pulled my finger from him and manoeuvred myself to kneel between his parted legs. I applied more lube to his open arse and also directly onto my cock. This was all done in silence as I stroked myself to cover it completely. Putting the tube to one side, I moved to place the tip of my cock to the opening of his arse. He pressed himself against me. I responded by pressing into him. In one movement, I slid fully into him. I had forgotten just how sensuous it is to be so intimate with a man. His arse felt tight and warm and the cheeks of his firm arse pressing into my stomach. It felt so manly. I rested there for a minute or so, kissing the back of his neck as I willed myself to calm down. Once I felt confident, I started to move in and out of him. It felt indescribably lovely. We spent some time moving together, stopping to prevent me cumming or to apply more lube. My excitement was just beneath the surface throughout so, to retain some vestige of control, the pauses became more frequent. I tried to tear my mind away from what was happening but it was difficult; I'd unleashed my long buried feelings and they had returned with a vengeance. Inevitably, I could no longer contain the release my balls demanded and I thrust deeply into him as the first wave of my orgasm hit me. I heard him grunt but I didn't pull back, my overwhelming instinct was to cum inside him as deeply as I could. And cum I did; I heard myself making guttural sound as each successive wave hit me; the urge to contract my body with each spasm denied me as I clung to the full length of him. Eventually, the intensity faded and then stopped. For some time we lay quietly, still joined together until Craig's arse muscles won over the intrusion of my softening cock, expelling me gently and back into reality. 'Lay beside me.' Craig said softly. I moved off him and to his side. He turned as I did so. I raised my arm and he unhesitatingly moved nearer, placing his head on my shoulder. Saying nothing, we lay as two lovers for some while, occasionally lightly kissing but with our lips barely touching. After a while, I pulled away. Craig looked up in alarm. 'Where are you going?' he asked, a slight panic in his voice. 'I have some unfinished business to attend to.' I replied, and moved down the bed. His half-hard penis slipped easily between my lips and I felt the pleasurable sensation of a cock hardening in my mouth. Believe me, it is a wonderful feeling. I gently slipped him in and out of my mouth without touching him with my hands. As I did so, he moved against me in a sensuous, making love kind of way. Using no more than my mouth on him, I took him to the point of cumming. Only then did I grasp his cock to prevent him pushing it deep into my throat as the first jet of cum erupted from him. The warmth and taste of it hit me at the same time and I gladly milked him as he thrashed about, trying to push his spurting cock deeper into my mouth. When my mouth had filled, his cum leaked from me, running down his cock and over my hand. Ultimately, he slowed and then ceased cumming. As his cock started softening, I let it slip from my mouth, closing my lips around it as it went. I moved up the bed. Craig anticipated my movement. As my head drew level with his, he parted his lips. I kissed him fully on his open mouth, parting my lips as I did so. He responded passionately as his cum flowed from my mouth into his and I matched his fervour by responding in kind. We slid our lips across each other's and around our mouths as we hungrily kissed, moving his cum from one to the other with our tongues. After a time we calmed down and lay together as before. We were quiet for a while, and then Craig's voice broke through my reverie. 'Has this helped you to decide?' 'I was halfway to my decision before this.' I said. I deliberately paused, determined to say nothing further. I held my breath, waiting. Craig broke the contrived silence. 'If I stayed, we could meet like this again.' 'The same thought crossed my mind Craig.' 'It's decided then?' He asked, a hint of expectation in his voice. 'Yes.' I said. 'Thank you.' He said, and hugged me as he lightly kissed me. 'I'd better be leaving.' I said. 'May I use your shower?' 'Yes of course,' he said, 'I'll go and start it for you.' I watched him as he walked away from the bed. His lithe body looked good, but what looked so erotic were the traces of lube in the cleft of his arse. Even more so though was the thread of my cum leaking from him and onto the inside of his legs. Surprisingly my cock stirred at the sight. I showered and dressed. Craig put on a bathrobe. As I was about to leave, he said my name. 'Stephen?' I turned to face him. 'Thank you.' He said simply. 'Thank you Craig.' I said in return. I drove home, my mind racing. Getting home late wasn't a problem, it happened all the time. It was facing my wife. Now that I had set free my years of self-imposed denial; could I preserve what we had? I worked from home for the next two days. Towards the end of the second day, the senior manager said that we needed to address the staffing reduction tomorrow and that he wanted me there. I wasn't looking forward to it. The senior manager, Greg, is a harsh man. The thought of somebody losing their job doesn't bother him. It's good for the company he says to make tough decisions. He is a bullying autocrat. Mike took it badly and I genuinely felt for him. Greg clearly didn't mind and dismissed him almost with contempt. Greg switched on the charm for Craig. He (Greg) was ebullient and full of bonhomie. He enjoyed showing off his power and authority. He never tried it with me though. An incident in the distant past gave me a certain hold on him. Nothing heavy, but something he'd rather others didn't know about. He told Craig about how he (Greg) ran his section of the company and made hard decisions as only a manager can. He went on for a while and then got to the point. 'I've had to make some tough decisions regarding staffing Craig. I've merged two areas and I want you to take sole charge of it.' He paused. 'I've had to let Mike go.' He said, full of his own importance. Craig stammered his thanks. Greg sat back in his chair and smiled at him. 'Didn't you know this was coming?' Greg asked. Craig shook his head. 'I made my decision over a couple of weeks ago and told Stephen. It's a credit to his confidentiality that he never told anybody.' Greg had blown my duplicity by, of all things, praising me! Craig glanced in my direction but I avoided his look. He now knew I'd duped him. I saw the chances of meeting Craig again disappearing before my eyes. Greg carried on talking rubbish and then said I could leave as he discussed terms and salary with Craig. I gratefully stood up and, giving a quick nod in Craig's direction, left them to it. I picked up my brief case; pausing by Craig's desk on the way out, I decided to leave a note to say I'd be at the pub if he wanted to talk. That way, I could get the matter out of the way. I left with a heavy heart; I'd tricked my way into Craig's bed and now I'd been found out. I ordered a beer and sat at the table we had occupied a week or so ago. I was gazing into space, my drink untouched, when a voice interrupted my thoughts. 'Do you mind if I join you?' Craig stood there with a drink in his hand. I nodded and he sat beside me on the bench. We sat in silence fro a few seconds. 'You start.' Craig said. I was blunt and truthful (albeit a little late I admit). I explained that I'd noticed him and that he had awoken thoughts deeply buried within me. I wasn't sure if he held the same feelings but something told me he just might. I lacked the courage to find out for fear of rejection and accusations that I'd propositioned him. Something Greg would have found great delight in sacking me for, whatever hold I had on him. When Greg told me that he was going to let Mike go and keep Craig I saw a chance to explore if my instincts about him had been correct. I looked around again to see if anyone had sat nearby; they hadn't and we were still privately seated in the booth. I told him how much I had enjoyed our time together and the hope he'd held out that we may meet again. I looked directly at him. 'I'm genuinely sorry Craig. Please accept my apology; it was wrong of me I know. I'm sorry.' He said nothing for a few seconds. 'It really doesn't matter Stephen,' he said softly, sliding his hand discreetly over my crotch, 'we can still meet again. I'd like to very much.' We said our goodbyes in the darkened car park. We sat in my car for a while before parting. We agreed that we would both like to meet again when we found a safe moment to do so and agreed to keep work contact to the same as before. He understood my situation; I was relived and excited at the same time. As he went to get out of the car, he paused. 'How about getting me a more upmarket car to reflect my elevated status and enable me to cover my bigger area?' He asked, smiling. 'I think I could swing that; I'll run it past Greg. What do you have in mind?' 'Something better than my standard rep-mobile Vauxhall. A BMW would suit me well.' 'I'll need to wait to catch him in one of his bumptious moods when I can flatter him and get him to be generous with the company's money; but it shouldn't be difficult.' I said. 'Great!' He said, evidently pleased. I watched as he got into his 'standard rep-mobile' Vauxhall and drive away. I started the car and headed for home. To be continued... 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PART 2
Abuse of Authority - 2 by Mr Blue Skies ([email protected]) *** A mature male manager deceives his way into the bed of a younger male employee. (MM, reluc, anal, rom) *** Author Note: The author would be pleased to receive constructive comments on this story at [email protected] A mature male manager deceives his way into the bed of a younger male employee, in part one of Abuse of Authority. *** Craig and I behaved as we had previously agreed although as the days passed my feelings to meet him again rose once more to the surface. In truth, I'd thought of little else since our time together. As agreed, I waited for an opening with Greg but he was even more obnoxious of late so I kept my contact with him to a minimum. How I loathed the little man. However, the longer I left it, our scheduled team building event drew ever nearer. The event was booked at a country club hotel with the usual mix of management-speak events such as lectures on team harmony, team-empathy, team-bonding and all the other ghastly terms bosses these days use, but seldom practice; Greg being a prime example. The event is a two day affair with some social events, such as dinner in the evening and access to the gym, swimming pool, Jacuzzi and a myriad of other things which the Fitness Club provided. So, in a brief talk with Craig, I said I'd wait until the event to plant the idea of upgrading his car in Greg's mind. As I was in charge of the accommodation arrangements, I had managed to get adjacent rooms for Craig and me, albeit along the same corridor as Greg. The first day of the event was deadly dull. I tried to appear interested in all the dreary motivation lectures, a contradiction of terms I felt, but at least I had the use of the swimming pool to look forward to later. Several of us had obviously planned to use the pool at the end of the day and prior to dinner; even Greg was there in swimming briefs a size too small around his podgy frame. He looked faintly ridiculous, but with his bumptious manner was unaware of it as he ogled some of the girls. I have to admit here that some of them looked good in swimsuits and so different from the office. Trisha particularly attracted considerable attention with her statuesque figure displayed to great advantage in a green bikini. At any other time, I have looked too, but my eyes had alighted on Craig. He looked young, trim and very fit; indeed, a couple of the girls were eying him up and already the predatory Mandie was circling him in a blatant attempt at attracting his attention. I swam for a while and when I saw Greg leave the pool, I got out and followed him into the changing rooms. I showered and quickly changed. As I was about to leave, I casually turned to Greg. 'When can we talk about allocation the company car fleet Greg? I've been giving it some thought.' 'You know that's my decision Stephen,' he said sharply, 'only senior managers have such authority.' 'I appreciate that Greg, I was trying to give you an option to save on two vehicles.' I said off-handedly. I knew he wouldn't let an opportunity go to pass off such a saving as his idea. 'Let's talk about it over a poolside drink while we look at the girls.' He said, giving what he thought was a man-to-man knowing grin. I insisted on buying the drinks. Not to curry favour but to let him choose which seat gave the best view of the pool (and the girls). That way, everybody would see him choose it, not me. He was known as a bit of a lecher and I didn't want to be thought of as the same. Also, he would only have half is mind on our conversation as he leered at the women. I took the drinks over to the table; he was so engrossed that he didn't notice me arrive, jumping slightly when I placed the drinks on the table. I sat down and sipped my drink, my gaze casually picking out Craig as he swam. He looked wonderful. Greg broke into my reverie. 'Look at the tits on Trisha.' He said, far too loudly, 'Wouldn't you like to get your head between those two beauties?' I groaned inwardly. What a bloody cretin. At least, he wouldn't be concentrating much on me. As he blatantly watched the women, I outlined my idea. We'd saved on a car with Mike going. Keep the oldest leased two cars and pass them to new junior staff and so on as I progressed to the outcome I was looking for. 'How does this sound so far Greg?' I asked. 'Fine.' He said absentmindedly. 'Go on.' I finished my ideas and paused again. After a few seconds he realised I'd stopped talking. He looked at me (at last). 'Send the idea to me in an email.' He said. That way, he could copy it and send it to the finance director as his own idea. I didn't mind. I said I would. I waited until he was engrossed watching the pool again before speaking. 'Craig could do with a decent car to go with his new area Greg. He's good and looks the part so it will give a good impression to customers. He mentioned it to me so he's obviously keen to be a useful member of the team. With the savings you are proposing regarding the cars, we could easily upgrade him with very little cost.' I saw Greg pick out Craig with his eyes and follow his course along the pool. 'What are you thinking of?' He asked as he watched. He seemed suddenly alert which slightly disturbed me. 'One of the new BMWs. He feels he's justified in requesting an upgrade and you could demonstrate your faith in his abilities.' He was silent for a few seconds; his eyes followed Craig's progress. Then he turned towards me, away from the pool. He lent closer to me. 'How desperately does he want it?' He asked softly. I was surprised not only by the question, but also by the hint of menace in his voice. 'The same as any young man starting out on his career. He's keen, let's capitalise on it.' I said. This wasn't going as I'd hoped. Rather than mess things up further I felt the best option was to change the subject. 'Another drink Greg?' I asked. 'Not for me.' He said abruptly, and stood up. 'We'll talk this over after dinner tonight – with Craig. Tell him to meet us in your room.' He turned and walked away. As I watched him walking away, I thought what an ill- mannered bastard he is. I got myself another drink and went to a less obvious table. As I drank, I cast a casual eye across the pool. I caught Craig looking in my direction so I held up my glass and pointed to it. Craig took the hint and swam to the edge of the pool, climbed out and headed for the changing room. I noticed Mandie looking disappointed as he walked away. He joined me a few minutes later. I asked him what he'd like to drink and he chose a dry white wine. I got it from the bar and brought it back to our table. As I sat down, he moved the third chair to the next table. 'Mandie's just got out of the pool; I don't want to encourage her to sit with us.' He said by way of explanation. 'Looks as if you got lucky.' I grinned at him. 'Along with every other guy. She's hardly exclusive is she? Anyway, it leaves us some sort of privacy. How did you get along with Greg?' I paused. 'All right up to a point, then he suddenly turned nasty as only he can. He asked me how desperately you wanted the BMW. I gave him a neutral answer which seemed to placate him but then he wants the three us to discuss it in my room after dinner this evening.' I saw his puzzled look. 'I don't know why either. Just Greg being the puffed-up boss I imagine.' I said, though at the same time being puzzled about Greg's reasons. Dinner was a convivial affair. Craig and I were on the same table though not adjacent to each other, with a mixture of staff, including Trisha, who acted like a magnate on Greg. He had grabbed the seat between Craig and me and started talking far too loudly and swigging back the wine, oblivious of anybody else. The wine flowed, men and women flirted and the noise grew as each tried to talk over the increasing decibels. The company would have saved hundreds of pounds if it had just funded the dinner; it was better team building than two days of boredom. There were after dinner speeches and when they had thankfully ended, people stated to drift away from the tables and towards the bar. Greg called my name, and then Craig's and nodded his head in the direction of the lifts. It was evidently time for our meeting. We travelled in silence to the top floor, the noise from the after dinner party diminishing as the lift rose. Craig had a strange look on his face, almost defiant is the best may I can explain it. The sound of Greg breathing heavily filled the enclosed space. When the lift juddered to a stop and the doors opened, Greg was first out; I looked at Craig and raised my eyebrows and shrugged in a signal of bemusement. Craig just nodded, which I couldn't read anything into. Greg led the way along the corridor, walking straight past my room. He clearly didn't know which one I was in but too arrogant to ask. I stopped at my door and swiped the key card through the electronic lock and pushed the door open. 'It's here.' I called to his departing back, holding the door open. He turned and came back towards us looking cross. He didn't like looking the fool, which he did quite often but didn't seem to notice. He barged straight in. As Craig followed him, he leaned towards me 'Don't worry Stephen, it'll be fine. I've been here before.' He whispered. I turned to ask him what he meant but Greg broke the contact. 'This is a big room.' Greg said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He looked around. 'Even a separate bedroom. Where does this door go?' He asked trying the door handle as he did so and finding it locked. 'To the adjoining room.' I said casually. Greg seemed satisfied with the answer and went around my room inspecting it like some prospective guest. The adjoining room was Craig's. The door could be unlocked using both individual key cards. One guest couldn't open it without the adjacent guest unlocking it from their side also. 'Why didn't I get this room?' Greg asked. 'All rooms were allocated randomly.' I lied. He ignored the answer. 'Right!' Said Greg in what he thinks is his authoritative voice. 'Let's get down to business. Craig, tell me why you think you deserve a company BMW.' 'Greg,' I interjected, 'I said that was my view, not Craig's.' Greg went to speak, but Craig held up his hand. 'It's OK Stephen' leave this to me.' I was surprised at Craig's intervention, but stayed silent. Craig then went into his careful mode of speaking. He made it quite clear that he had taken on a larger area. He had to cover additional mileage as a result. His status in the company had risen accordingly. He was now a senior salesman and his profile when visiting companies should reflect that. I have to say that I was proud of Craig as he laid out his reasons. My one problem was that knowing Greg as I did, I could see that he wasn't particularly interested in what Craig was saying. He was just waiting for him to finish. My thought were confirmed when Craig finished speaking. 'How badly do you want this car?' Greg asked in his blunt manner. 'As badly as you want me.' Craig replied. I looked at him in shock, but he made no move to look at me. He didn't take his eyes off Greg. Glancing at Greg, I could see that he'd been surprised at the response. He also looked like he'd been caught out. I was clearly the last to figure out what Greg's true intentions were. There was a long silence 'It's a deal.' Greg said. 'Your pretty arse for the car.' 'If you double-cross me Greg; I cry rape back in the office, and Stephen will back me up. Won't you Stephen?' I couldn't believe that this was happening, but I replied. 'I'll back him up Greg – and also tell them about your last misdemeanour. You will be kicked out the door by the Chairman of the Board in person. Remember he is a moral man, which is more than can be said for you.' Greg's lust overruled any caution. 'OK, right now, in the bedroom.' Greg ordered. Craig turned to me. 'It won't take him long Stephen.' He said, turned and walked into the bedroom. Greg followed and pushed the door closed behind him. It didn't lock however and opened an inch or so and stayed ajar. My heart was racing; I was sure I could hear it beating in the silence of the room. There were rustling noises coming from the bedroom and then a brief pause. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of Craig gasp. A couple of seconds of silence followed and then muffled gasps and grunts coming from Greg. I moved towards the door and pushed is open a few inches. Craig was spread-eagled face down on the bed; a pillow under his hips. Greg was pounding into him for all he was worth. The revolting sight of Greg's arse disgusted me, yet I felt a strange feeling of eroticism. I had wanted Craig every day since we had first been to bed together, and now here was the little fat man having his way with him. Craig was right, in less than two minutes, Greg came with a final grunt followed by a gasp and one last thrust into Craig and held it there whilst he finished. I backed away from the door. There was silence from the bedroom and then the sound of movement. A minute or so later, Greg came out of the room dressed in trousers and shirt and carrying the remainder of his clothes. He didn't break step on his way to the door. 'He's got his car. It was worth every minute of his arse.' Greg leered. 'Worth every second more like.' I said to his departing back. He slammed the door closed behind him. I pushed open the bedroom door. Craig was still spread- eagled across the bed. He didn't move. He looked quite a sight. His dark hair, almost to his broad shoulders, his lean body at full stretch accentuated his raised and beautifully rounded arse, his long legs parted just as he had been used. He looked both beautiful and vulnerable at the same time. As I feasted my eyes on his prone body, I noticed the cheeks of his arse and its slightly gaping opening were covered in Greg's cum. Moved by my silence, Craig stirred. 'Stay there.' I said, surprising myself by the firmness in my voice. Craig relaxed and stayed still. As quickly as I could, I undressed as I watched him. Standing naked behind him with my cock as hard as I had ever known it, I felt both lust and compassion for him. As I moved towards the bed, Craig parted his legs further releasing a little more of Greg's cum. I knelt between his parted legs and positioned myself behind him. Lubricated by Greg's cum, I slid effortlessly into my lover. 'This is why I stayed here Stephen.' Craig said softly. I didn't reply. I didn't need to. With Craig moving in harmony to meet my gentle thrusts, we made love. Time somehow got lost. I can't recall how long we were joined together. My copious precum was lubricant enough. We would stop moving and talk as I lay still inside him. We would move energetically until I was in danger of cumming and then stop. Once, in an attempt to cool down, I withdrew from him and he turned onto his side. We lay together in companionable silence holding each other and gently kissing until he signalled for me to continue by rolling over face down again, whereby I slid into him and we continued our lovemaking. Eventually there inevitably came the moment when I couldn't hold back any longer. Craig sensed the moment and we moved vigorously together for several seconds until I came with an intensity I had never known. 'My God, I can feel your cum flooding me.' Craig gasped as I pushed harder into him. We lay joined for several minutes and then Craig stirred and suggested that we shower and then open the adjoining room door. 'Will you sleep in my bed with me Stephen?' he asked. I said I would. We showered together which was a wonderfully intimate feeling. We soaped and rinsed each other and then dried one another. As Craig dried my legs, he playfully took my soft but still swollen penis in his mouth. I think we were both surprised when it stirred. I checked the corridor to see if it was clear. It was and Craig left and went into his own room. I heard his side of the door unlock and I did the same with my side. As I opened the door, Craig shrugged the bathrobe off. 'Come to my bed Stephen.' He said softly. We curled around each other. As some point we slept. My next sensation was one of waking to a pleasant warm sensation. As I gained consciousness I realised that my penis was warm and stirring; when almost fully awake I was aware that Craig had awoken me by taking my penis into his mouth. It was barely light. I moved and he anticipated my reaction by turning so that we lay side- by-side, each taking the other's growing cock into our mouth. It was a warm and gentle time with no hint of rushing or outward passion. It was a time of mutual giving. I don't recall who triggered the other; what I do vividly recall is the wonderful feeling of cumming in Craig's mouth whilst he did the same into mine. When we had drained each other, we moved to fondly kiss, our joint cum spilling out and coating our joined lips. We stayed like this for a little while before moving to lie beside each other. Neither of us had spoken. We awoke late. I quickly went into my room and showered and headed to restaurant for breakfast. Luckily some others were late so nobody commented when I arrived or appeared to notice when Craig came in later. Greg was last in and just helped himself to a huge breakfast without talking to anyone. The second day passed uneventfully and we headed to our various homes. Craig and I agreed to meet in a couple of days time in the pub we both used. Craig got his BMW and continued to excel in his job, getting plaudits from the director (and me of course). We have kept up our discreet liaisons for some time now. We meet at Craig's house some evenings and sometimes at weekends when my wife is away visiting distant family. Our days are spent largely in bed enjoying each other's company and just being naked together listening to music or sharing a bottle of wine. Over this time, he has been gradually acclimatising me to accepting his cock inside me. Years of taboo have taken some time to slip away to enable me to relax and accept the thought of being penetrated. That I want to is not in doubt. He began gently with his finger and over the weeks I have been able to relax. When alone at home I have tried my wife's vibrator and found it quite easy. Today, Craig and I are leaving on a two day business trip. In reality, we are spending the two days together at his house. We intend to just relax and let matters take their course. I know that I am ready, and Craig knows it too. END The author would be pleased to receive constructive comments on this story at [email protected] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life.
Abuse of Authority by Mr Blue Skies ([email protected]) *** A mature male manager deceives his way into the bed of a younger male employee, in part one of Abuse of Authority. (MM, oral, anal) *** Author Note: The author would be pleased to receive constructive comments on this first part of a two part story at [email protected] *** I had been keeping an eye on Craig for a while now. I am his manager so it is quite in order for me to ask how his job is going and talk over his career prospects. For some time I had thought about testing out an idea of mine but there was no rush as there is plenty of time I kept telling myself (mainly to give myself the excuse to do nothing). But now there wasn't plenty of time. I either had to act in the next few days or not at all; in two weeks it would be too late. My silent bluff had been called. I left the office that day deep in thought. The next day, I made some reason to speak with Craig; he'd been travelling all day so I made a casual meeting to see how he had got on with his programme of sales. He said he had done well and felt sure he would exceed his monthly target (not too difficult as I'd set it lower than his rival colleagues). We talked for a few minutes and then, looking around conspiratorially, I asked quietly if we could have a private talk, but not here in the office. He agreed and I suggested meeting at a quiet country pub en route to our respective homes after work. That was the easy bit I told myself. We met as arranged and I bought a couple of drinks and indicated a quiet table in the far corner, away from the bar. We sat and sipped our drinks. I calmed myself down and started on my plan. I explained that this conversation was in strictest confidence and that I would, if pressed, deny it had ever taken place. Craig agreed, so I set out on the journey I had planned so often but had lacked the courage to begin; not only to discover if my feelings regarding Craig were accurate but, as importantly, to face up to my thoughts about myself. I told him that the company needed to reduce its staffing levels and merge sales areas. I explained that there are two areas in the south-west of England, one covering Somerset, Devon and Cornwall, and the other Gloucestershire and Worcestershire. Currently, the former is Craig's area, and the latter is Mike's, Craig's colleague and rival. I emphasised the rival bit. I told him that it was up to me to make the decision but that I had a problem in that Craig is a single man and that Mike has family commitments. I had to make some hard decisions and needed some direction from him I said. Did I identify his post for redundancy; he would probably find another, or should it be Mike's who would find it difficult to find a post nearer to home? Craig told me that he also had a home locally which he'd recently purchased. I feigned surprise, although I already knew this as I'd confirmed details of his salary to his mortgage company. I indicated that I hadn't realised this and that I'd have to rethink my plans. We parted with me wondering if my plan would work and Craig thinking his job may be on the line – but that I had some influence on the outcome. I deliberately avoided him for a couple of days to keep up the suspense before engineering a situation to talk to him again. It was quite easy as he'd been trying to 'casually meet me' but I'd been 'too busy.' Towards the end of the day, I met him as if by chance and said that I'd like to talk to him privately again. He said he would be glad to. This is where it could go wrong. I paused in order to calm myself and, consequently, my voice. 'Do you know of anywhere private?' I asked him casually. He didn't hesitate. 'What about my house?' he responded quickly, and then continued, 'it's near your route home so not unduly out of your way.' I paused as if thinking it over; in reality, I was calming myself to sound casual. It had worked out as I had hoped so far. 'Okay,' I said casually, 'give me the address and a time and I'll meet you there.' 'Six o'clock.' He replied promptly, giving me his address. 'Six it is.' I said and returned to my office. Once there, I 'phoned my wife. I occasionally worked late so it was easy to do. 'Hello darling,' I said, 'I have to work late this evening; the usual reasons as ever.' She told me not to worry and that she wouldn't wait up. I watched from my office as Craig drove off for our meeting. I left it for twenty minutes before I followed. I wanted him to worry that I may not turn up. When I was about five minutes away from his house, my mobile rang. It was Craig; I smiled to myself and ignored it. When I drew up outside his house, he was stood in the doorway waiting. He closed the door behind me and showed me through to the living room. I was subtly lit and warm. He offered me a drink. I asked if he had any vodka. He smiled with pleasure as he said that he did. He left to get the drink and I sat down on the large sofa. The room was sparsely furnished but comfortable; I was relieved to see how clearly established it all was, giving an air of permanence and security. Something I was about to play on. I was nervous as I waited. Craig returned and offered me my glass. He raised his glass towards me and I raised mine in response, but deliberately not making eye contact. It unnerved him as I hoped it would. 'How are things going on the restructuring?' He asked directly. With some difficulty,' I said, and continued, 'I still haven't found a way around the dilemma about you and Mike. It's a difficult call between a single man and one with family commitments; it would have been easier if you weren't settled here. A single man is much more mobile. I just don't know how to decide.' There followed a long silence. During it, I fought the feelings I thought I'd buried for many years. It was a long time ago and something which had got easier to repress as the years passed but now the feeling surfaced again in the presence of this good-looking young man 20 years my junior, somebody in whom I thought I'd read the signs. I could be so wrong. I had to know. Craig broke into my reverie. 'Is there anything I could do to sway your decision?' He asked softly. I drew a deep breath. It was now or never. My buried thoughts rose to the surface. 'How come a good looking boy like you lives alone Craig?' I'd spoken the unthinkable. He didn't immediately answer. He looked at me for a while. 'I'm content on my own; it suits me and my style of life. I don't mind at all living on my own. I can do as I like and rule my own life. It works until I get into a situation such as I am in now.' It was a couple of seconds before I realised that he was begging a question. I filled the ensuing silence. 'What is the situation you find yourself in?' 'Once again being attracted to a mature man in authority,' he said softly, 'and one who holds my immediate future in his hands.' My heart raced as I struggled to contain my thoughts - and my excitement. I took two deep and silent breaths. 'Help me decide Craig.' He put down his glass and crossed the room towards me. I stood as he did so. He stood in front of me and then slowly knelt before me. He looked up at me, his eyes half closed, his lips slightly parted, but said nothing. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my rapidly hardening cock. Already I was leaking precum, a heavy drop formed on the end. I moved slightly and gently wiped the head of my cock across his parted lips. As I did so, I milked a further heavy drop and coated his lips further until they glistened. I looked down at him; his eyes were closed. I pulled away, lowered my head and kissed his softly on his lips, slippery with my precum. I moved my mouth over his in a slow movement. He parted his lips and I gently probed his mouth with my tongue and he with his in mine, tasting the saltiness of my precum as we did so. The years of repression fell away as the sensuality of kissing another man washed over me. After some time we drew apart and looked at each other, saying nothing. A short while later, Craig stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he turned and headed for the door. I followed him up the stairs, trying to put my rigid cock away as I did so. We entered his bedroom. It was dominated by the large bed and not much else. He turned to face me. We embraced and kissed again. I started to undo his shirt as we did so. It wasn't easy so we mutually parted and, still facing each other, undressed. He dropped his shorts and stood looking at me as I did the same. He looked magnificent; his circumcised penis stood proudly erect and of an enviable length. I was also hard but less well endowed due, I suppose, partly to my mature years. We stood for a short while and then Craig lay on his back across the bed. I followed and lay on top of him, and any inhibitions melted away. I kissed him with feeling and passion but tempered with some restraint. I moved down his body, sucking on his nipples and feeling his hard cock pressing against me as I travelled down his torso. I hesitated as I reached my goal, savouring the moment; it had been a long time. I took him into my mouth. The years rolled away as I milked precum from him in an attempt to satiate my thirst for his young cock. I sucked, licked, stoked and drank from him. I was almost beyond caring when he grabbed my hair and pulled me away from him. I reluctantly let go of him. 'It's my turn.' He said, by way of explanation. I moved up the bed as he moved down. He didn't pause on the way. The first thing I felt was the warm of his mouth enveloping my cock. Now I can recall how different it felt to my wife's mouth on me – and how uniquely sensual. I lay back, barely able to contain my excitement and the overwhelming desire to cum. After no more than a minute, I had to pull away from him as I was about to lose any vestige of control. 'Wait.' I said. Craig raised his head and smiled at me. 'Don't go away.' He said and rolled away from me and got up from the bed. He left the room and returned a few moments later, holding something in his hand. He lay down beside me offering it to me. 'Lube.' He said simply. This was more that I had hoped for. I took it without saying anything. Craig turned and lay on is front, his legs slightly splayed. I needed no further invitation. I sat beside him and squeezed some of the slippery and slightly fragrant oil into the palm of my hand. I gently rubbed the cheeks and then the cleft of his smooth, firm arse, going deeper in until I was running my fingers across the opening of his arse. I parted his rounded cheeks and applied a second load of lube directly onto his opening. As I gently placed my hand back into the cleft, he raised his arse slightly to meet me. I lightly pressed the tip of a finger to his opening, introducing a little lube into him. I repeated this a couple of times and then pushed my finger fully into him. As I did so he raised his lovely arse to greet my finger. Within a few strokes I could move my finger in and out of him smoothly and he matched my rhythm. I pulled my finger from him and manoeuvred myself to kneel between his parted legs. I applied more lube to his open arse and also directly onto my cock. This was all done in silence as I stroked myself to cover it completely. Putting the tube to one side, I moved to place the tip of my cock to the opening of his arse. He pressed himself against me. I responded by pressing into him. In one movement, I slid fully into him. I had forgotten just how sensuous it is to be so intimate with a man. His arse felt tight and warm and the cheeks of his firm arse pressing into my stomach. It felt so manly. I rested there for a minute or so, kissing the back of his neck as I willed myself to calm down. Once I felt confident, I started to move in and out of him. It felt indescribably lovely. We spent some time moving together, stopping to prevent me cumming or to apply more lube. My excitement was just beneath the surface throughout so, to retain some vestige of control, the pauses became more frequent. I tried to tear my mind away from what was happening but it was difficult; I'd unleashed my long buried feelings and they had returned with a vengeance. Inevitably, I could no longer contain the release my balls demanded and I thrust deeply into him as the first wave of my orgasm hit me. I heard him grunt but I didn't pull back, my overwhelming instinct was to cum inside him as deeply as I could. And cum I did; I heard myself making guttural sound as each successive wave hit me; the urge to contract my body with each spasm denied me as I clung to the full length of him. Eventually, the intensity faded and then stopped. For some time we lay quietly, still joined together until Craig's arse muscles won over the intrusion of my softening cock, expelling me gently and back into reality. 'Lay beside me.' Craig said softly. I moved off him and to his side. He turned as I did so. I raised my arm and he unhesitatingly moved nearer, placing his head on my shoulder. Saying nothing, we lay as two lovers for some while, occasionally lightly kissing but with our lips barely touching. After a while, I pulled away. Craig looked up in alarm. 'Where are you going?' he asked, a slight panic in his voice. 'I have some unfinished business to attend to.' I replied, and moved down the bed. His half-hard penis slipped easily between my lips and I felt the pleasurable sensation of a cock hardening in my mouth. Believe me, it is a wonderful feeling. I gently slipped him in and out of my mouth without touching him with my hands. As I did so, he moved against me in a sensuous, making love kind of way. Using no more than my mouth on him, I took him to the point of cumming. Only then did I grasp his cock to prevent him pushing it deep into my throat as the first jet of cum erupted from him. The warmth and taste of it hit me at the same time and I gladly milked him as he thrashed about, trying to push his spurting cock deeper into my mouth. When my mouth had filled, his cum leaked from me, running down his cock and over my hand. Ultimately, he slowed and then ceased cumming. As his cock started softening, I let it slip from my mouth, closing my lips around it as it went. I moved up the bed. Craig anticipated my movement. As my head drew level with his, he parted his lips. I kissed him fully on his open mouth, parting my lips as I did so. He responded passionately as his cum flowed from my mouth into his and I matched his fervour by responding in kind. We slid our lips across each other's and around our mouths as we hungrily kissed, moving his cum from one to the other with our tongues. After a time we calmed down and lay together as before. We were quiet for a while, and then Craig's voice broke through my reverie. 'Has this helped you to decide?' 'I was halfway to my decision before this.' I said. I deliberately paused, determined to say nothing further. I held my breath, waiting. Craig broke the contrived silence. 'If I stayed, we could meet like this again.' 'The same thought crossed my mind Craig.' 'It's decided then?' He asked, a hint of expectation in his voice. 'Yes.' I said. 'Thank you.' He said, and hugged me as he lightly kissed me. 'I'd better be leaving.' I said. 'May I use your shower?' 'Yes of course,' he said, 'I'll go and start it for you.' I watched him as he walked away from the bed. His lithe body looked good, but what looked so erotic were the traces of lube in the cleft of his arse. Even more so though was the thread of my cum leaking from him and onto the inside of his legs. Surprisingly my cock stirred at the sight. I showered and dressed. Craig put on a bathrobe. As I was about to leave, he said my name. 'Stephen?' I turned to face him. 'Thank you.' He said simply. 'Thank you Craig.' I said in return. I drove home, my mind racing. Getting home late wasn't a problem, it happened all the time. It was facing my wife. Now that I had set free my years of self-imposed denial; could I preserve what we had? I worked from home for the next two days. Towards the end of the second day, the senior manager said that we needed to address the staffing reduction tomorrow and that he wanted me there. I wasn't looking forward to it. The senior manager, Greg, is a harsh man. The thought of somebody losing their job doesn't bother him. It's good for the company he says to make tough decisions. He is a bullying autocrat. Mike took it badly and I genuinely felt for him. Greg clearly didn't mind and dismissed him almost with contempt. Greg switched on the charm for Craig. He (Greg) was ebullient and full of bonhomie. He enjoyed showing off his power and authority. He never tried it with me though. An incident in the distant past gave me a certain hold on him. Nothing heavy, but something he'd rather others didn't know about. He told Craig about how he (Greg) ran his section of the company and made hard decisions as only a manager can. He went on for a while and then got to the point. 'I've had to make some tough decisions regarding staffing Craig. I've merged two areas and I want you to take sole charge of it.' He paused. 'I've had to let Mike go.' He said, full of his own importance. Craig stammered his thanks. Greg sat back in his chair and smiled at him. 'Didn't you know this was coming?' Greg asked. Craig shook his head. 'I made my decision over a couple of weeks ago and told Stephen. It's a credit to his confidentiality that he never told anybody.' Greg had blown my duplicity by, of all things, praising me! Craig glanced in my direction but I avoided his look. He now knew I'd duped him. I saw the chances of meeting Craig again disappearing before my eyes. Greg carried on talking rubbish and then said I could leave as he discussed terms and salary with Craig. I gratefully stood up and, giving a quick nod in Craig's direction, left them to it. I picked up my brief case; pausing by Craig's desk on the way out, I decided to leave a note to say I'd be at the pub if he wanted to talk. That way, I could get the matter out of the way. I left with a heavy heart; I'd tricked my way into Craig's bed and now I'd been found out. I ordered a beer and sat at the table we had occupied a week or so ago. I was gazing into space, my drink untouched, when a voice interrupted my thoughts. 'Do you mind if I join you?' Craig stood there with a drink in his hand. I nodded and he sat beside me on the bench. We sat in silence fro a few seconds. 'You start.' Craig said. I was blunt and truthful (albeit a little late I admit). I explained that I'd noticed him and that he had awoken thoughts deeply buried within me. I wasn't sure if he held the same feelings but something told me he just might. I lacked the courage to find out for fear of rejection and accusations that I'd propositioned him. Something Greg would have found great delight in sacking me for, whatever hold I had on him. When Greg told me that he was going to let Mike go and keep Craig I saw a chance to explore if my instincts about him had been correct. I looked around again to see if anyone had sat nearby; they hadn't and we were still privately seated in the booth. I told him how much I had enjoyed our time together and the hope he'd held out that we may meet again. I looked directly at him. 'I'm genuinely sorry Craig. Please accept my apology; it was wrong of me I know. I'm sorry.' He said nothing for a few seconds. 'It really doesn't matter Stephen,' he said softly, sliding his hand discreetly over my crotch, 'we can still meet again. I'd like to very much.' We said our goodbyes in the darkened car park. We sat in my car for a while before parting. We agreed that we would both like to meet again when we found a safe moment to do so and agreed to keep work contact to the same as before. He understood my situation; I was relived and excited at the same time. As he went to get out of the car, he paused. 'How about getting me a more upmarket car to reflect my elevated status and enable me to cover my bigger area?' He asked, smiling. 'I think I could swing that; I'll run it past Greg. What do you have in mind?' 'Something better than my standard rep-mobile Vauxhall. A BMW would suit me well.' 'I'll need to wait to catch him in one of his bumptious moods when I can flatter him and get him to be generous with the company's money; but it shouldn't be difficult.' I said. 'Great!' He said, evidently pleased. I watched as he got into his 'standard rep-mobile' Vauxhall and drive away. I started the car and headed for home. To be continued... 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PART 2
Abuse of Authority - 2 by Mr Blue Skies ([email protected]) *** A mature male manager deceives his way into the bed of a younger male employee. (MM, reluc, anal, rom) *** Author Note: The author would be pleased to receive constructive comments on this story at [email protected] A mature male manager deceives his way into the bed of a younger male employee, in part one of Abuse of Authority. *** Craig and I behaved as we had previously agreed although as the days passed my feelings to meet him again rose once more to the surface. In truth, I'd thought of little else since our time together. As agreed, I waited for an opening with Greg but he was even more obnoxious of late so I kept my contact with him to a minimum. How I loathed the little man. However, the longer I left it, our scheduled team building event drew ever nearer. The event was booked at a country club hotel with the usual mix of management-speak events such as lectures on team harmony, team-empathy, team-bonding and all the other ghastly terms bosses these days use, but seldom practice; Greg being a prime example. The event is a two day affair with some social events, such as dinner in the evening and access to the gym, swimming pool, Jacuzzi and a myriad of other things which the Fitness Club provided. So, in a brief talk with Craig, I said I'd wait until the event to plant the idea of upgrading his car in Greg's mind. As I was in charge of the accommodation arrangements, I had managed to get adjacent rooms for Craig and me, albeit along the same corridor as Greg. The first day of the event was deadly dull. I tried to appear interested in all the dreary motivation lectures, a contradiction of terms I felt, but at least I had the use of the swimming pool to look forward to later. Several of us had obviously planned to use the pool at the end of the day and prior to dinner; even Greg was there in swimming briefs a size too small around his podgy frame. He looked faintly ridiculous, but with his bumptious manner was unaware of it as he ogled some of the girls. I have to admit here that some of them looked good in swimsuits and so different from the office. Trisha particularly attracted considerable attention with her statuesque figure displayed to great advantage in a green bikini. At any other time, I have looked too, but my eyes had alighted on Craig. He looked young, trim and very fit; indeed, a couple of the girls were eying him up and already the predatory Mandie was circling him in a blatant attempt at attracting his attention. I swam for a while and when I saw Greg leave the pool, I got out and followed him into the changing rooms. I showered and quickly changed. As I was about to leave, I casually turned to Greg. 'When can we talk about allocation the company car fleet Greg? I've been giving it some thought.' 'You know that's my decision Stephen,' he said sharply, 'only senior managers have such authority.' 'I appreciate that Greg, I was trying to give you an option to save on two vehicles.' I said off-handedly. I knew he wouldn't let an opportunity go to pass off such a saving as his idea. 'Let's talk about it over a poolside drink while we look at the girls.' He said, giving what he thought was a man-to-man knowing grin. I insisted on buying the drinks. Not to curry favour but to let him choose which seat gave the best view of the pool (and the girls). That way, everybody would see him choose it, not me. He was known as a bit of a lecher and I didn't want to be thought of as the same. Also, he would only have half is mind on our conversation as he leered at the women. I took the drinks over to the table; he was so engrossed that he didn't notice me arrive, jumping slightly when I placed the drinks on the table. I sat down and sipped my drink, my gaze casually picking out Craig as he swam. He looked wonderful. Greg broke into my reverie. 'Look at the tits on Trisha.' He said, far too loudly, 'Wouldn't you like to get your head between those two beauties?' I groaned inwardly. What a bloody cretin. At least, he wouldn't be concentrating much on me. As he blatantly watched the women, I outlined my idea. We'd saved on a car with Mike going. Keep the oldest leased two cars and pass them to new junior staff and so on as I progressed to the outcome I was looking for. 'How does this sound so far Greg?' I asked. 'Fine.' He said absentmindedly. 'Go on.' I finished my ideas and paused again. After a few seconds he realised I'd stopped talking. He looked at me (at last). 'Send the idea to me in an email.' He said. That way, he could copy it and send it to the finance director as his own idea. I didn't mind. I said I would. I waited until he was engrossed watching the pool again before speaking. 'Craig could do with a decent car to go with his new area Greg. He's good and looks the part so it will give a good impression to customers. He mentioned it to me so he's obviously keen to be a useful member of the team. With the savings you are proposing regarding the cars, we could easily upgrade him with very little cost.' I saw Greg pick out Craig with his eyes and follow his course along the pool. 'What are you thinking of?' He asked as he watched. He seemed suddenly alert which slightly disturbed me. 'One of the new BMWs. He feels he's justified in requesting an upgrade and you could demonstrate your faith in his abilities.' He was silent for a few seconds; his eyes followed Craig's progress. Then he turned towards me, away from the pool. He lent closer to me. 'How desperately does he want it?' He asked softly. I was surprised not only by the question, but also by the hint of menace in his voice. 'The same as any young man starting out on his career. He's keen, let's capitalise on it.' I said. This wasn't going as I'd hoped. Rather than mess things up further I felt the best option was to change the subject. 'Another drink Greg?' I asked. 'Not for me.' He said abruptly, and stood up. 'We'll talk this over after dinner tonight – with Craig. Tell him to meet us in your room.' He turned and walked away. As I watched him walking away, I thought what an ill- mannered bastard he is. I got myself another drink and went to a less obvious table. As I drank, I cast a casual eye across the pool. I caught Craig looking in my direction so I held up my glass and pointed to it. Craig took the hint and swam to the edge of the pool, climbed out and headed for the changing room. I noticed Mandie looking disappointed as he walked away. He joined me a few minutes later. I asked him what he'd like to drink and he chose a dry white wine. I got it from the bar and brought it back to our table. As I sat down, he moved the third chair to the next table. 'Mandie's just got out of the pool; I don't want to encourage her to sit with us.' He said by way of explanation. 'Looks as if you got lucky.' I grinned at him. 'Along with every other guy. She's hardly exclusive is she? Anyway, it leaves us some sort of privacy. How did you get along with Greg?' I paused. 'All right up to a point, then he suddenly turned nasty as only he can. He asked me how desperately you wanted the BMW. I gave him a neutral answer which seemed to placate him but then he wants the three us to discuss it in my room after dinner this evening.' I saw his puzzled look. 'I don't know why either. Just Greg being the puffed-up boss I imagine.' I said, though at the same time being puzzled about Greg's reasons. Dinner was a convivial affair. Craig and I were on the same table though not adjacent to each other, with a mixture of staff, including Trisha, who acted like a magnate on Greg. He had grabbed the seat between Craig and me and started talking far too loudly and swigging back the wine, oblivious of anybody else. The wine flowed, men and women flirted and the noise grew as each tried to talk over the increasing decibels. The company would have saved hundreds of pounds if it had just funded the dinner; it was better team building than two days of boredom. There were after dinner speeches and when they had thankfully ended, people stated to drift away from the tables and towards the bar. Greg called my name, and then Craig's and nodded his head in the direction of the lifts. It was evidently time for our meeting. We travelled in silence to the top floor, the noise from the after dinner party diminishing as the lift rose. Craig had a strange look on his face, almost defiant is the best may I can explain it. The sound of Greg breathing heavily filled the enclosed space. When the lift juddered to a stop and the doors opened, Greg was first out; I looked at Craig and raised my eyebrows and shrugged in a signal of bemusement. Craig just nodded, which I couldn't read anything into. Greg led the way along the corridor, walking straight past my room. He clearly didn't know which one I was in but too arrogant to ask. I stopped at my door and swiped the key card through the electronic lock and pushed the door open. 'It's here.' I called to his departing back, holding the door open. He turned and came back towards us looking cross. He didn't like looking the fool, which he did quite often but didn't seem to notice. He barged straight in. As Craig followed him, he leaned towards me 'Don't worry Stephen, it'll be fine. I've been here before.' He whispered. I turned to ask him what he meant but Greg broke the contact. 'This is a big room.' Greg said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. He looked around. 'Even a separate bedroom. Where does this door go?' He asked trying the door handle as he did so and finding it locked. 'To the adjoining room.' I said casually. Greg seemed satisfied with the answer and went around my room inspecting it like some prospective guest. The adjoining room was Craig's. The door could be unlocked using both individual key cards. One guest couldn't open it without the adjacent guest unlocking it from their side also. 'Why didn't I get this room?' Greg asked. 'All rooms were allocated randomly.' I lied. He ignored the answer. 'Right!' Said Greg in what he thinks is his authoritative voice. 'Let's get down to business. Craig, tell me why you think you deserve a company BMW.' 'Greg,' I interjected, 'I said that was my view, not Craig's.' Greg went to speak, but Craig held up his hand. 'It's OK Stephen' leave this to me.' I was surprised at Craig's intervention, but stayed silent. Craig then went into his careful mode of speaking. He made it quite clear that he had taken on a larger area. He had to cover additional mileage as a result. His status in the company had risen accordingly. He was now a senior salesman and his profile when visiting companies should reflect that. I have to say that I was proud of Craig as he laid out his reasons. My one problem was that knowing Greg as I did, I could see that he wasn't particularly interested in what Craig was saying. He was just waiting for him to finish. My thought were confirmed when Craig finished speaking. 'How badly do you want this car?' Greg asked in his blunt manner. 'As badly as you want me.' Craig replied. I looked at him in shock, but he made no move to look at me. He didn't take his eyes off Greg. Glancing at Greg, I could see that he'd been surprised at the response. He also looked like he'd been caught out. I was clearly the last to figure out what Greg's true intentions were. There was a long silence 'It's a deal.' Greg said. 'Your pretty arse for the car.' 'If you double-cross me Greg; I cry rape back in the office, and Stephen will back me up. Won't you Stephen?' I couldn't believe that this was happening, but I replied. 'I'll back him up Greg – and also tell them about your last misdemeanour. You will be kicked out the door by the Chairman of the Board in person. Remember he is a moral man, which is more than can be said for you.' Greg's lust overruled any caution. 'OK, right now, in the bedroom.' Greg ordered. Craig turned to me. 'It won't take him long Stephen.' He said, turned and walked into the bedroom. Greg followed and pushed the door closed behind him. It didn't lock however and opened an inch or so and stayed ajar. My heart was racing; I was sure I could hear it beating in the silence of the room. There were rustling noises coming from the bedroom and then a brief pause. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of Craig gasp. A couple of seconds of silence followed and then muffled gasps and grunts coming from Greg. I moved towards the door and pushed is open a few inches. Craig was spread-eagled face down on the bed; a pillow under his hips. Greg was pounding into him for all he was worth. The revolting sight of Greg's arse disgusted me, yet I felt a strange feeling of eroticism. I had wanted Craig every day since we had first been to bed together, and now here was the little fat man having his way with him. Craig was right, in less than two minutes, Greg came with a final grunt followed by a gasp and one last thrust into Craig and held it there whilst he finished. I backed away from the door. There was silence from the bedroom and then the sound of movement. A minute or so later, Greg came out of the room dressed in trousers and shirt and carrying the remainder of his clothes. He didn't break step on his way to the door. 'He's got his car. It was worth every minute of his arse.' Greg leered. 'Worth every second more like.' I said to his departing back. He slammed the door closed behind him. I pushed open the bedroom door. Craig was still spread- eagled across the bed. He didn't move. He looked quite a sight. His dark hair, almost to his broad shoulders, his lean body at full stretch accentuated his raised and beautifully rounded arse, his long legs parted just as he had been used. He looked both beautiful and vulnerable at the same time. As I feasted my eyes on his prone body, I noticed the cheeks of his arse and its slightly gaping opening were covered in Greg's cum. Moved by my silence, Craig stirred. 'Stay there.' I said, surprising myself by the firmness in my voice. Craig relaxed and stayed still. As quickly as I could, I undressed as I watched him. Standing naked behind him with my cock as hard as I had ever known it, I felt both lust and compassion for him. As I moved towards the bed, Craig parted his legs further releasing a little more of Greg's cum. I knelt between his parted legs and positioned myself behind him. Lubricated by Greg's cum, I slid effortlessly into my lover. 'This is why I stayed here Stephen.' Craig said softly. I didn't reply. I didn't need to. With Craig moving in harmony to meet my gentle thrusts, we made love. Time somehow got lost. I can't recall how long we were joined together. My copious precum was lubricant enough. We would stop moving and talk as I lay still inside him. We would move energetically until I was in danger of cumming and then stop. Once, in an attempt to cool down, I withdrew from him and he turned onto his side. We lay together in companionable silence holding each other and gently kissing until he signalled for me to continue by rolling over face down again, whereby I slid into him and we continued our lovemaking. Eventually there inevitably came the moment when I couldn't hold back any longer. Craig sensed the moment and we moved vigorously together for several seconds until I came with an intensity I had never known. 'My God, I can feel your cum flooding me.' Craig gasped as I pushed harder into him. We lay joined for several minutes and then Craig stirred and suggested that we shower and then open the adjoining room door. 'Will you sleep in my bed with me Stephen?' he asked. I said I would. We showered together which was a wonderfully intimate feeling. We soaped and rinsed each other and then dried one another. As Craig dried my legs, he playfully took my soft but still swollen penis in his mouth. I think we were both surprised when it stirred. I checked the corridor to see if it was clear. It was and Craig left and went into his own room. I heard his side of the door unlock and I did the same with my side. As I opened the door, Craig shrugged the bathrobe off. 'Come to my bed Stephen.' He said softly. We curled around each other. As some point we slept. My next sensation was one of waking to a pleasant warm sensation. As I gained consciousness I realised that my penis was warm and stirring; when almost fully awake I was aware that Craig had awoken me by taking my penis into his mouth. It was barely light. I moved and he anticipated my reaction by turning so that we lay side- by-side, each taking the other's growing cock into our mouth. It was a warm and gentle time with no hint of rushing or outward passion. It was a time of mutual giving. I don't recall who triggered the other; what I do vividly recall is the wonderful feeling of cumming in Craig's mouth whilst he did the same into mine. When we had drained each other, we moved to fondly kiss, our joint cum spilling out and coating our joined lips. We stayed like this for a little while before moving to lie beside each other. Neither of us had spoken. We awoke late. I quickly went into my room and showered and headed to restaurant for breakfast. Luckily some others were late so nobody commented when I arrived or appeared to notice when Craig came in later. Greg was last in and just helped himself to a huge breakfast without talking to anyone. The second day passed uneventfully and we headed to our various homes. Craig and I agreed to meet in a couple of days time in the pub we both used. Craig got his BMW and continued to excel in his job, getting plaudits from the director (and me of course). We have kept up our discreet liaisons for some time now. We meet at Craig's house some evenings and sometimes at weekends when my wife is away visiting distant family. Our days are spent largely in bed enjoying each other's company and just being naked together listening to music or sharing a bottle of wine. Over this time, he has been gradually acclimatising me to accepting his cock inside me. Years of taboo have taken some time to slip away to enable me to relax and accept the thought of being penetrated. That I want to is not in doubt. He began gently with his finger and over the weeks I have been able to relax. When alone at home I have tried my wife's vibrator and found it quite easy. Today, Craig and I are leaving on a two day business trip. In reality, we are spending the two days together at his house. We intend to just relax and let matters take their course. I know that I am ready, and Craig knows it too. END The author would be pleased to receive constructive comments on this story at [email protected] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life.