Bradley Stoke

Michael chuckled and went on, "But I'll start off slow and we'll see how it goes... how's that?"

Wesley nodded, his eyes still wide with fear.

Michael gestured at his cock which had lost none of its size but had drooped downwards during the discussion. "Now suck this back to full mast, mate, and then we'll see what your other end can do for it..."

Wesley got back to work on Michael's cock, making a more competent job of it this time. If I had been him I'd have been deliberately awful at it, hoping to keep it soft for as long as possible to delay what was to come, but perhaps he wanted to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible.

While he was being roughly face-fucked by Michael's cock, which had recovered to full stiffness in a matter of seconds, I wondered whether Wesley would ever tell anyone about this aspect of his ascent up the ranks of the company. Whether he'd ever mention to a girlfriend or wife that whereas some promotions came through hard work and dedication, others were achieved by working a few tricks on the cock of some influential superior.

And whether this would be the first of many such promotions.

Michael turned to glance over at me and as his hips thrust his cock rapidly in and out of Wesley's slurping mouth. He grinned at the mound my cock and hand were making underneath my duvet and asked, his voice almost a gasp, "Good show?"

I smiled back. "Excellent."

After a couple of minutes, Michael withdrew, panting, and announced he was ready to "sample that fuckable arsehole."

Wesley stood up, wiping the precum and slaver spattered around his lips and glancing sheepishly over at me. His cock was still limp, curling over his balls and looking a mere couple of inches in length.

Pulling off his jogging bottoms, he asked Michael, "What do I do?"

Michael was pulling a packet of condoms and a tube of lube out from his luggage. He grunted, "On your bed on all fours. Arse sticking out so I can stand behind you. Legs wide so your hole's open."

Wesley blushed again. Evidently he didn't find Michael's description of the position particularly flattering.

He got on the bed and adopted the position Michael had suggested, sticking his arse outwards like a bitch in heat. He saw me looking at him, staring over at his backside as his cheeks parted and the hairy pink ring between them was revealed, and his blush deepened.

Michael unfurled a condom down his long, arching cock and strode over to Wesley. He slid a couple of fingers up and down the length of the lad's arse cleft, brought them up to his nose and, sniffing them, suggested, "You might wanna just wipe yourself down in the bathroom a bit. I like to fuck a nice clean arse..."

Wesley's face turned the colour of beetroot. If I'd have been him I'd have told Michael that he could stick his dick up his own arse, clean or unclean, and stormed off into the bathroom to shower.

But Wesley just apologised quietly and timidly retired into the bathroom to attend to himself.

Michael looked over at me and grinned. I shook my head and tutted, whispering quietly, "That's going a bit too far, mate..."

Michael chuckled. "And he doesn't deserve it... all that Thai cookery shit?"

I smiled. "Well, maybe. But you better give him the job after this..."

Michael feigned a look of confusion. "Job... what job?"

I threw him a look of admonition, shaking my head again.

He laughed at my expression. "Hey - what do you think I am? Of course there's a job and of course he'll get it..."

The toilet flushed and Wesley re-emerged. His face was still a dark pink and he walked straight back to the bed without looking at either of us.

He got back on it with his arse sticking out again and the hairs inside his cleft looked damp from where he'd washed himself. Michael got behind him and roughly yanked his legs further apart making his balls hang down between his thighs. Michael groped around his arsehole and pressed a finger into him. He muttered, "Yeah... nice and tight." His voice was distant and almost distracted, as though this was part of a veterinary procedure.

Then he squirted almost half the tube of his lube onto his fingers and worked them inside Wesley, easing his arse open and sliding his slippery fingers into him as far as he could. Wesley gasped as his most sensitive, most personal area was penetrated and peered over his shoulder at me, still panting, to see if I was watching. I was, of course, and Wesley's face showed how uncomfortable he was with that. Not only was a part of him no-one had ever seen having another guy's fingers slurp their way in and out of it, but it was being done with a spectator. A spectator with an obvious arousal and a hand gently attending to it.

Michael's fingers probed deeper and Wesley's gasps became higher, almost feminine. His eyes were still on mine and he blushed at the uncontrollable sounds he was making.

I thought, "A three-day panel interview would be less gruelling than this..."

Michael squirted another dollop of lube onto his cock and smeared it around the rubbered shaft. He took the opportunity to masturbate himself a little, perhaps enjoying the sensation of lubed rubber around his cock or perhaps to bring himself back to full size.

Then Michael positioned the tip of his cock right up against Wesley's hole and said, "Okay, then... all ready... prepare to get butt-fucked..."

Wesley didn't say anything: he looked as if he was too carried away by his own thoughts. I knew what he was thinking - having been in his position, though under far more favourable circumstances, just a few years earlier. He was remembering all the times he and his mates at school had joked about other lads who 'bummed' each other, saying how disgusting it was and how they'd never do anything like that. And now here he was on a bed in a cheap hotel room in Bristol, bending forwards to allow some guy almost double his age to do exactly that to him.

All for the sake of a job which he might easily have got through normal channels anyway.

Michael pushed forward and a couple of inches of his cock slid into Wesley's hole. The lad farted loudly. It would have been comical in any other circumstances but none of us laughed now.

Michael pushed again and another inch or so slid into Wesley's arse. Wesley winced in pain and grunted, "Jesus!"

I called over, "Pretend like your taking a crap..."

Wesley looked over his shoulder at me, his face red and his eyes glowering. I suspected that maybe I ought to keep my advice to myself.

Michael laughed over at me, "You've done this too...?"

I shrugged. "Maybe once or twice... but not like this..."

Michael eased another inch of his cock into the arse in front of him and muttered, "How d'you mean, 'not like this'?"

I smiled. "Well... I didn't lose my virginity for business reasons... mine was entirely for pleasure..."

Wesley threw me another scalding look from over his shoulder. He mouthed, "Fuck you," but then realised how absurd it was to say that, being in the position he was in, and so turned to face forwards again.

Half of his cock now buried in the younger man's arse, Michael started gently sliding himself in and out, grabbing Wesley's hips to hold him steady.

He asked, "How's that feel?"

Wesley gasped, "Yeah, okay." His voice - almost a sob - made it sound like it was either not okay at all or extremely, ecstatically okay. I suspected the former.

But Michael seemed suitably reassured and started building up a rhythm, trying to push himself a little deeper on each thrust. Wesley's balls started jumping around and his cock, still limp and insubstantial, made little slapping noises as it whacked up against his stomach.

He let out another fart, much louder than the first, and apologised, looking crimson again.

Michael dismissed it. "Don't worry about it... it happens..."

As Michael's rhythm increased, Wesley began to grunt in pain. At first he began making occasional, low gasping noises but these became louder and more regular as the hammering at his arse became deeper and faster.

Although Michael was obviously enjoying the sensation of giving the guy a good fucking, the lad's obvious discomfort started putting him off. At first he suggested that he could wank him while he fucked him, but Wesley said, "I don't think it'd help... anyway, I'm soft as hell down there..."