Id never really considered myself to be gay, but i knew id be lying if i tried to tell myself that i wasnt dissapointed not to have gone home with Barry. Id never actually had the balls to let him know, but for the past few months now it had been a habbit of mine to lay in bed stroking my cock, fantasizing about Barry and his big fat cock while slipping anything dick shaped i could find in and out of my tight virgin arsehole.

I had thought the work christmas party would be the perfect opportunity for him to have his way with me. I didnt even know if the rumours were true, if he really was known for singling out his favourite apprentice and taking them out for a nice, strictly professional meal, getting them pissed out of their face and then taking them home and fucking their poor helpless little brains out. God how i wanted it to be true. Id do anything for that to be me, splayed out on his bed like a rag doll, totally defenceless against the solid slab of meat slamming in and out of my rectum. Id even shaved myself completely down bellow and decided to go commando; the knowledge that i was naked down there gave me a sort of slutty confidence.

I thought id make it easy for him, so after an hour or so of being out i was completely wasted. I was sure he kept looking at me the way he had before; like a wild beast eyeing an easy piece of meat. As convinced as i was that he wanted to fuck me, nothing came of it. Not even when we were alone in the smoking area and i made a huge deal out of dropping my fags close to his feet, bending over slowly to pick them up and rubbing my arse against his crotch.