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Abuse of Authority
by Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

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 mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

***

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...

The author would be pleased to receive constructive 
comments on this first part of a two part story at 
mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

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