How I avoided redundancy

My trips to Cedric's Warwickshire home, a two hour drive from my pad in London, were regular - every six weeks or so when his wife went to Cannes. It was all very discreet. I would drive myself and stay in the guest cottage in the grounds. I would cook a meal and Cedric would meet me and stay there. I would clean up afterwards so the staff did not know this was happening, and Cedric would pretend that he slept in the house.

I gave Cedric a fresh lease of life, at least sex life: I don't think he did it with his wife any more, or anyone else. Looking back, I think Cedric was pretty desparate to have sex with me the first time. He planned it brilliantly, as he would being a smart operator. And I'm pretty sure he would not have taken no for an answer anyway.

It was a difficult time in the city. Every firm was making redundancies and we were all scared of losing our jobs. We were all under a great deal of stress and it was causing conflicts between us. We all tried to get one step ahead of each other. I knew I was a candidate for redundancy in the second wave. Somehow I managed to escape it in the first wave, probably because the manager making decisions was the guy who recruited me in the first place after the sailing trip where I made a slut of myself. But he himself had gone, leaving me without any angles.

I thing Cedric must have heard something about the sailing trip, which gave him the idea in the first place. I got an email saying that Cedric wanted to consult all staff. At the bottom in red was an request to attend his home on Friday at 7.30pm. A car would collect me from my home. Dinner and accommodation would be provided. It was an instruction. No option.

The house was enormous, and when I arrived in the car I was shown by the housekeeper to my room in one of the wings. Dinner was at 8.15pm. I showered and changed into a nice crisp new shirt and my freshly laundered cords. I washed my hair and shaved. I looked at myself in the mirror and turned round and looked at my bum. It was all good. I knew I was a good looking boy - enough people had told me!

Dinner was not at the long formal dining table, but was in a cosy ante room. Cedric was there. When I walked in he stood up, took my hand and grinned widely staring into my eyes for a long time.

During dinner he talked about how he formed the company, the current state of the markets, the future of the city, and how he saw events unfolding. It was interesting. He drank a lot and so did I, for me. The portions were small which was good, because I was not a big eater. After desert he told the staff to provide coffee, clear the table, and then finish for the night. He turned to me and said "we have some confidential business".

We left the dinner table and he ushered me to the couch by giving me a gentle push round my waist. We sat on the couch, close. He asked me my views about the redundancies. He put his hand on my trousers on my thigh. He said to me you are a beautiful boy. He then said that he could make sure I was not made redundant. He leant towards me and kissed me. I felt his hand move up to my prick. I felt him rubbing me there. After a while he said "take off your trousers", which I did.

He then pulled down my underpants, and lifted me up onto the table. He sat on one of the dining chairs and placed my legs either side of him. He took my prick into his mouth and sucked me off. I could tell he had done this before. He was very good. It felt warm and right. He enjoyed and I did. He went off for a few seconds to spit out my cum. While he was gone, I was wondering whether he had an erection.

He was still fully clothed. I didn't want to embarrass him if he couldn't do it. I needn't have worried because he came back naked, with a pretty business-like boner. When I saw this I turned round and leant over the dining table leaning forward on my elbows. I could feel him pushing inside me and fucking me, leaning down now and again to kiss my neck.

He rubbed my back and it was as if he was feeling all the bones in my back. He felt my thighs all over and clasped my balls and my prick in his hand while fucking me. After a while his thrusts were quicker and deeper, and as he came he shouted "I'm coming" at which I leant behind and held his hips close to my bum. It was a pretty classic fuck.

We slept together and most of the night I had my head buried into his chest and he held me close to him.

This was an era in my life which I am not very proud of. But it kept me out of trouble for quite a while.