“Yeah, I’mreally proud of the article. I thought with all the attention and praise itreceived, it would make me a star and take my career to the next level, buthere I still am.” Tim shrugged.
“Is that whatyou think an article about me will do? Take your career to the next level?”
Tim nodded, andConnor couldn’t help but admire his honesty. “I enjoy working at the Chronicle, but I’ve always thought bynow I’d be working at a place with a larger platform and readership. Thisinterview with you will go a long way to helping me get there.”
“You reallythink this one interview will have that big of an effect on your career?”
When Tim noddedagain, Connor felt a pang of conscience. More than likely, his general counselwould put the kibosh on the article and it would never see the light of day.Connor understood Tim’s ambition and desire to get ahead, but he couldn’t letit happen at the expense of Albright Software Media.
Eager to ridhimself of the unease and confusion he suddenly felt, Connor asked, “What madeyou get into journalism? Are you following in your mother’s or father’sfootsteps?”
Tim snorted. “Hell, no. My mother is a homemaker and my father runs amedical supply company he inherited from his father. They wanted me to join thebusiness with my older brother, but business and economics courses in collegebored me silly. I’ve always liked to write, so I joined the college newspaper,and that’s when I knew I wanted to make a career of it.”
“Doesn’t thepossibility of newspapers becoming obsolete give you pause? Instead ofcontinuing to pursue stories in hopes of a more prestigious or popularnewspaper, shouldn’t you be focusing on another career path where you can usethe same skill set?”
“People arealways going to want to know what’s going on in the world, and they are alwaysgoing to seek out a source or medium that will provide that information. Evenif newspapers eventually go the way of the dinosaur, there will be otherplatforms or conduits through which the information will be transmitted. Theshape and form of journalism might change, but the need for it will always bethere.”
There’s no way I’m going to be able to get him tovoluntarily lay off the story, Connor thought glumly. There was toomuch at stake for Tim not to write the article, but there was also too much atstake for Connor to let it be published. They were two side of one extremelyconflicted coin.
Tim stood andjoined Connor on the sofa and stroked Connor’s thigh. “Hey, I didn’t mean tojump on my soap box and start preaching.”
“It’s okay. Ilike hearing how excited you are about your career. I want to get to know youbetter, and it sounds like your job is a big part of who you are.”
“That’s not theonly thing that excites me. Far from it.” Tim’scaresses grew bolder and moved closer to Connor’s crotch, where an erection hadalready begun to form.
“Glad to hearit,” Connor said as Tim unzipped his pants and sank to his knees. It amazedConnor how quick he could get hard from Tim’s touch. He leaned back and archedas Tim licked the slit at the tip of his cock and then sucked at the precum that had started to form. He buried his fingers inTim’s silky brown hair and tightened his grip when Tim’s warm, wet mouth tookmore and more of his dick.
“You taste sogood,” Tim mumbled in between licking and sucking.
“Hope I taste asgood as you make me feel.” Connor moaned louder when Tim’s tongue lashed overthe tip of his cock. “I’m going to come right here and now if you do thatagain.”
“Well, we can’thave that, can we?” Tim’s eyes turned mischievous and he licked Connor’s cockfrom base to tip.
Connor’s breathgrew ragged as his dick pulsated in rhythm with the motion of Tim’s tongue. Hewanted to lie back, close his eyes, and float away to paradise, but his hipshad other ideas. As if by their own volition, they arched and Connor thrust hiscock into Tim’s mouth. Faster and faster, Connor ruthlessly fucked Tim’s face.
“This… feels so…incredible,” Connor managed before the rapid pace and intense pressure resultedin an explosive orgasm. He tried to pull out, but Tim remained stubbornly inplace, gripping his thighs tightly and swallowing every spurt of cum Connorreleased.
Out of breath,he took Tim into his arms, holding him while he waited for the room to stopspinning. Once it did, he scooted off the sofa to perform the same act on Tim,but Tim clung to him, not allowing him to move.
“Stay here,” Timmurmured. “I just want to be held.”
Connor slid hishand between Tim’s legs and massaged the massive erection he found there. “So,what are we going to do about this?”
Tim snuggleddeeper into the embrace. “It’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.”
“Perfect,”Connor said, realizing there was no place on earth he’d rather be either.
****
A week later,Connor stood in his corner office of Albright Software Media’s Philadelphiaheadquarters, staring out over a skyline crowded with skyscrapers. He heard aknock on his door, followed by Dan’s voice. “You wanted to see me?”
Connor noddedwithout turning around. “I’ve changed my mind about pressuring the Chronicle to kill the article about me.Go ahead and let them publish it.”
“Oh boy,” Dansaid. Connor heard the door close and could tell from his footsteps that Danwas heading over to the bar. “May I ask what brought this on?”
No, you may not, Connor wanted to tell him.However, Dan was a close friend as well as a loyal employee. He trusted Dan’sjudgment implicitly and had never been anything but candid and honest with him.However, that didn’t mean he needed to tell Dan everything that happened on theisland. “I got to know the reporter who did the interview and was veryimpressed by him,” Connor said, trying to sound as neutral as he could, despitethe words of praise. “Canceling the article might negatively impact hiscareer.”
Connor heard theclink of ice and the splash liquid being poured into a glass before Dan said,“So what if it does?”
“I don’t wantthat to happen. Tim’s a
