Opportunity Knocks
by kewtieboy

We guys are a perverse lot really. Whether straight, bi or gay, we always want what we aren’t getting. Let me illustrate, straight guys fantasise over lesbians. They’re lesbians for God’s sake, so why would they want a straight guy. Still, they fantasise! If you are white, suddenly blacks are attractive, or Asians or anyone that isn’t white! Is this true??

Now I am gay and I’m as perverse as any straight guy. Let some effeminate little thing chat me up in a pub and suddenly I want him to fuck me. The opposite happens if he is built like a brick toilet and covered in tattoos, suddenly I want to bend him over and fuck him! How many of us, like the straight guy with the lesbians, really are attracted to 100% heterosexuals, hoping upon hope that he just hasn’t met the right guy yet and he's secretly in the closet. Be honest now, most of us look at obviously straight guys and dream!

This story is just such a story and I have a feeling that many guys out there will identify with it if not in reality, then certainly in fantasy.

My name isn’t really important but for those of you who need to know, it’s Martin. I have been fortunate in that at only 25, I have a good job within an insurance company in Manchester (UK) heading an office of six staff. Most are female and most are my age or younger and we are a fun team. I have never told them or anyone else in the company that I am gay. I haven’t hidden it, just not told them. I keep my gay life to Friday and Saturday and head for the gay part of the city around Canal Street to meet up with my gay friends. My university education has given me a good, if not great, job, a small two bedroom apartment in a converted mill with a massive mortgage and a BMW mini with only four years left to pay! On the surface, life looks good.

“I have some bad news and some good news,” my boss said one Thursday afternoon.

“OK bad first,” I said.

“Due to the success of your little group, I am adding three new members to your staff. We are transferring them in so they should start week after next.”

“Oh come on Richard, I am struggling to keep on top as it is,” I said.

“And the good news,” he continued, “is that a Paul Davidson from the Birmingham office is also joining you as an assistant manager. Paul’s wife has moved back to this area to be close to her parents and he has asked for a transfer which fitted in perfectly to our needs at this office so it’s a ‘win-win’ situation I think.”

I was developing quite a little empire so was actually quite chuffed to have nine staff and an assistant manager under me. This was definitely something to be used to wangle a greater than average increase at my next appraisal.

I walked into the office exactly eleven days later to find three eager faces outside my office door. Two pretty young girls and a spotty eighteen-year-old boy, all transferred from elsewhere in the building and all waiting to see their new boss. It took the best part of the morning to organise desks, allocate staff members to take them through what was expected of them and then the whole afternoon to take them