boss&gay.txt
                 A NIGHT WITH THE BOSS           

There I was - checking into a hotel in Kansas City.  I was there
to attend a week long seminar for my office.  I had never been
there before, and I was looking forward to seeing the sights. 
The downside was, to save money, I would be sharing a room with
my boss, Dave; and I doubted I would have the chance to explore
any local gay bars I might find. My boss is about twelve years
older than I - and very attractive: dark hair, a moustache, deep
blue eyes, a great body, and an impressive bulge in the front
of his pants.  But because he's married with three kids, I'd
given up all fantasies about him shortly after I started working
for him. When the bellhop showed us to our room, the first thing
we noticed was that there was only one king-sized bed.  Dave
called down to the front desk to change rooms; but because of
the seminar, the hotel was completely booked. Putting the phone
down, Dave turned to me and said, "It looks like we're going to
have to share a bed here.  Is that okay with you?"  

"Sure," I said. 

"Just remember I'm used to sleeping with my wife.  So if you
wake up and I have my arm around you, don't take it personally."

Because I didn't know whether or not Dave knew I was gay, I
wasn't sure what he meant by "taking it personally".  I just let
it pass. We unpacked and then decided we had time for a couple
of drinks in the hotel bar before it was time to go to bed.  The
couple of drinks turned into a few drinks - and then a few too
many.  The more I drank, the more my mind turned to thoughts of
this gorgeous guy I was with - and to the bed waiting for us
upstairs. As we talked, I found myself either staring at those
incredibly sexy eyes of his or at that bulge.  I had never seen
him in jeans before, and I was really enjoying the view. 
Occasionally, I would touch him on the thigh "to emphasize a
point"  or pat him on the back "in response to a particularly
clever remark".  I was definitely allowing myself to be turned
on by this guy, and I was trying to build up the courage to ask
him to fool around. 

We eventually decided we had had enough to drink, and we
stumbled up to our room.  I watched Dave as we undressed for
bed.  He pulled off his shirt, revealing a massive, hairy chest. 
I almost gasped.  I'm a sucker for guys with chests like that;
and I knew there was no way I could spend the night in bed with
Dave without trying something. The shoes and socks came off
next.  I was transfixed as Dave reached for the fly of his
jeans.  I had stripped down to my jeans; but was afraid to take
them off, because my dick had gotten hard.  Dave unbuttoned his
jeans, unzipped the fly, and then peeled them off.  It was all
I could do to stop myself from going over to him and burying my
face in his crotch. He went over to one of the dresser drawers
and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and took them into the
bathroom.  I was disappointed.  I had hoped to watch Dave change
into his pajamas so that I could see him naked.  I slipped off
my jeans and sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Dave
to come out of the bathroom - and willing my dick to a flaccid
state. After a few minutes Dave returned wearing the pajama
bottoms.  As he walked to the bed, I noticed his dick swaying
beneath the loosely fitting clothing.  My dick started
responding again, so I jumped up and rushed into the bathroom
to brush my teeth.  

When I returned to the bed, Dave was already asleep.  He was
lying on his back with his arms out of the covers and the covers
down past his chest.  I climbed into bed and turned off the
light.  The thick drapes on the windows made the room pitch
black.  I would have preferred to be able to stare at Dave for
awhile, but I settled for letting my hand slowly slide under the
covers until I felt his hip.  With my other hand, I adjusted my
stiffening dick to an upright position in my underwear, so that
it was soon pushing itself against the elastic waistband trying
to stick its head out to see what was going on. My throat was
dry and my hand was trembling as I slowly moved my hand up over
Dave's hip and lowered it on to his crotch.  I could feel his
dick through the thin layer of cloth, and I let my hand explore
its length. Even flaccid this dick felt as beautiful as I had
imagined it would be. I gave it a couple slight squeezes and I
could feel it begin to get hard. Suddenly, Dave rolled over on
his side with his back to me.  I took this as a sign to leave
him alone before I got in trouble.  I lay there awhile, my heart
still pounding from the experience of feeling Dave's dick. It
felt good to rest a hand on my own stiff cock, as I imagined it
was his.  

After a few minutes I fell asleep. I woke up later not sure
where I was.  It took a second or two to remember.  It took
another second to notice Dave's arm across my chest as I lay
there on my back.  Dave's face was snuggled up against my cheek
and I could feel his warm breath on my neck.  I could also feel
his stiff dick pressing up against my thigh.  I moved my arm up
along Dave's leg until my hand was resting on his cock.  Moving
my hip away from him slightly, I slide my hand down between us
until I could wrap my hand around his hard dick. His pajamas had
buttons like 501 jeans, and I started unbuttoning them. First,
the one on the waist band.  I paused to feel the hair below his
navel.  As I unbuttoned the second button, I could feel his
warm dick against my hand.  There were only two other buttons;
and once I had taken care of them, I could feel the flesh of
Dave's hard cock.  I gave it a squeeze to test its hardness; and
then with a moan, Dave rolled over on his back. I rolled over
on my side facing him and let my hand rest on his chest. After
a moment I let my hand travel down the length of his torso
until, once again, I was holding his cock. As I lay there
stroking it, I contemplated the consequences of what I was doing
- and what I wanted to do.  What if Dave woke up and caught me? 
I'd probably be out of a job.  I wonder if he'd have me
arrested? I quickly decided it was worth the risk as I slipped
under the covers and positioned myself so that my face was there
next to Dave's dick.  I licked the head of his dick and then let
my tongue slide down the length of his hard tool down toward
his balls.  I gently lifted his balls out from the crotch of his
pajamas and sucked on each one of them. Then holding his cock
with one hand, I opened my mouth and shoved it in as far as I
could. I stayed like that for a while; his big dick down my
throat.  And then slowly, I slid his now wet cock in and out
of my mouth, savoring every inch of it. I began sucking hard on
it.  I wanted him to come so badly.  I didn't care anymore if
he woke up.  I didn't care if I lost my job.  I didn't even care
if I wound up in jail.  It was just me and this wonderful cock.
I grabbed the shaft with one hand, following the motions of my
mouth, as I went up and down - faster and faster.  Suddenly, I
heard Dave groan and he grabbed my head with his hands.  I felt
him stiffen and then his hot semen hit the back of my throat. 
He sent gush after gush of the white stuff shooting out, and I
swallowed every drop of it. Dave hit the mattress with a flop
and he let go of my head.  I lay there with his cock in my
mouth, wondering if he was going to say anything wondering if
he had even woken up.  Eventually, I felt his cock going limp
inside my mouth; and with a few final sucks and laps of my
tongue, I cleaned the remaining cum from his dick. My own stiff
cock demanded attention, so I slipped out of bed and went into
the bathroom.  

I took off my underwear and looked at myself in the huge mirror
on the wall behind the vanity.  I gave my dick a few strokes. 
Finding the KY I had brought, I greased up my cock and started
jacking off.  I put my fists together; and resting my hands on
the edges of the vanity, I began fucking my fists.  I closed my
eyes and imagined Dave doing this to my asshole. It felt so
good, I tried to fight coming. But after a while, I felt my
balls tighten.  With a muffled groan, I released my load.  I
opened my eyes in time to see the first shot hit the mirror. 
As it dripped down the smooth glass, I pumped the rest of my
load into the sink. I cleaned up, put on my underwear, and went
back to bed.  I eventually fell asleep as I lay there wondering
what tomorrow night would bring.