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Abuse of Authority - 2
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. (MM, reluc, anal, rom)

***

Author Note: The author would be pleased to receive 
constructive comments on this story at 
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.

***

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 mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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