My Boss is Straight Isn't He?

I watched as Greg, the General Manager chatted up the new waitress. Honestly none of the girls are safe from his advances and most of them sleep with him eventually.

Not that he's not attractive or anything.

Greg is in his late thirties allegedly, though I suspect he's over 40, but he keeps himself in reasonably good shape, maybe a bit of middle age spread creeping in round his waistline and behind. His dark hair and beard are always neatly barbered, so along with his cool grey eyes and lazy smile, he's got a lot going for him.

According to Brian, the young barman, the girls are happy to go to bed with him, in spite of knowing that everyone else has too.

Brian's more of a problem for me. He obviously fancies me and keeps chatting me up and flirting with me.

He's wasting his time though, for despite the fact that he's a cute young guy, I have a rule.

Since I became a manager, I've never slept with the staff in any place I've worked. The first restaurant job I had, the manager used to have sex with the waitresses and that led to problems when it came to them wanting time off, or different shifts and stuff. He couldn't say no to them, because they'd all been in his bed, so they got away with doing what they wanted and they were running rings round him.

Okay, I'm into guys rather than girls, but the principle is the same and I always keep my distance, as it's better for the smooth running of the restaurant.

I see that this new girl is having none of it with Greg, but no doubt he'll wear her down with his charm.

At the end of service, when the last customer has gone, we all relax with the traditional staff drink before heading home, but soon everyone starts drifting away and Brian comes up and asks if I want him to stay and help lock up, because there always has to be two of us. Before I can answer, Greg tells him.

"No it's okay, I'll stay back tonight."

I'm surprised because Greg never locks up, it's always me or the other manager, plus a member of staff, but I'm pleased that he's saved me from Brian who's always pestering me to go and have a late night drink with him.

After everyone leaves, Greg and I tour the premises, checking all the fire exits and making sure everything is switched off and secure, till we find ourselves back in the bar.

Greg suggests another drink and when I hesitate he says.

"You've been here a couple of months now, Paul and we've never really had a chance to get to know each other, unless you've got a hot date of course."

"No I've nothing on. Another drink would be great."

We sit on a couple of stools at the end of the bar, facing each other and chat about day to day stuff, until I notice that Greg looks like he's studying me.

"You know I don't understand why a good-looking young guy like you doesn't have a boyfriend."

I'm flattered, because I don't think I'm anything special. I'm twenty five and in good shape, because being on the go all the time at work keeps me trim, but I've got nondescript features, sandy coloured hair, brown eyes and not much else going for me.

"Young Brian would jump into your bed in a flash."

I shake my head.

"Never going to happen."

"Why not, he's a cute guy and he's definitely got the hots for you."

So I tell him about my rule and he laughs.

"Really, I don't think I ever got that memo."

"I have noticed, but no judgement here."

and I laugh in case he thinks I'm criticising him.

He takes a sip of his drink before saying anything else.

"What about a manager, does the same rule apply?"

"Well that's a situation that's never come up and not likely to here either."

"Well I don't know, it might."

There was only him and the other guy, both straight, or so I thought. His hand slid across onto my thigh.

"I was talking about me actually."

That took me by surprise.

"But you chase anything in a skirt."

His hand travelled further up my thigh till it was lying on my crotch.

"True, but I also like a cock up my arse sometimes and I think you've got something big hiding in there."

Although this wasn't what I'd been expecting, my cock was already reacting to his hand and he could feel it too, judging by the smile on his face.

"Come on give me a look and prove me right."

Now my cock is one thing that I am proud of, eight inches of meat and girthy too, with big round balls underneath, so I stood up and dropped my trousers and boxers.

Greg sighed and took my shaft in his hand.

"I just knew you'd be hung. Do you want to stick it up my arse?"

I'd gone too far to back out now, plus I was really turned on by Greg.

"Okay, get your trousers off then."

He dropped them, leaned forward with his hands on the bar and presented his naked behind to me.

It wasn't a bad arse, round and meaty, something to hold on to.

As I spat on my hand and rubbed it over my cock, Greg twisted his head round.

"You can be as rough as you want, I can take it."

I'm not normally that way with a guy, but when my cock slid inside Greg's hole, it was like it was made to fit and gripped my thick shaft, warm and welcoming.

So I couldn't stop myself thrusting against his arse cheeks as hard as I could, trying to get right inside that hot tunnel that was making my cock throb.

Greg seemed to be loving it.

"Oh fuck yes, slam that cock into my hole, stretch me open."

That's exactly what I intended to do as I watched my hard rod penetrate between his cheeks, pounding his hole and I could feel my balls bashing against his with every thrust.

He was a great ride, the best I'd had in ages and it was even hotter because he was my boss, who up till now I'd never even imagined doing this with.

I was sweating because I still had my shirt, tie and jacket on, as did Greg, but there was something hot about fucking half dressed like this.

My cock needed release and my balls were aching, but I didn't want this to end.

Neither did Greg.

"I could take your cock all night, it's what my hole's been waiting for."

"Glad to be of service, boss. Your hole's

very accommodating if I may say so."

"Pleased you like it, because I'll definitely want this again, if you keep fucking me like that."

Hearing him talk like that was a big turn on and I knew I was getting close.

"You want me to fill your arse, boss?"

"Oh fuck yes, give me everything you've got."

I thrust against him as fast and as hard as I could, holding on to his meaty arse cheeks for purchase. The cum rose from my balls and erupted from my cock, shooting way up inside him, filling his back passage with my seed.

He groaned as he felt the hot liquid flow inside him and put his hand back to hold my arse, so I couldn't move.

"Stay inside me a minute, I don't want to lose this feeling yet."

I relaxed over his back and kept my cock pushed as far up him as I could, till I softened and had to let go.

He looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

"Where have you been all my life? I usually only fancy that occasionally, but with you it's going to have to be more often."

Then after a minute.

"If you're up for it, that is."

Oh I was definitely going to be up for more of that and told him so.

We had a quick clean up in the Gents, then locked up and headed round to the carpark.

Just before I got into my car, Greg called across from his own vehicle.

"Hey Paul, what about the rule you told me about earlier?"

"Well there's an exception to every rule and it looks like that's you, boss."