Meet the intern

“Brian please, just this one time.” Gardner Vance pleaded with his senior partner in conference room one of Vanguard Advertising.

“No.” Brian said firmly, and laid his briefcase down on the long mahogany table. He pulled out yet another stack of photographs for Anthony Massey’s viewing, and arranged them in three neat piles.

“This kid is a personal friend of Mr. Massey’s.” Gardner continued. “According to dean Rice over at the Pittsburgh Institute of Fine Arts there’s even a hall named after the young man .”

“I don’t care if he named the pyramids after him, I don’t do interns.” Brian stood his ground.

“Shhhhhh! Keep your voice down. He’s sitting right outside the door, he’ll hear you.”

“I don’t care who hears me!” Brian got louder.

“You’re being totally unreasonable Brian. What harm would it do to accommodate a client just this one time?”

“He owns the fucking Plaza Hotel. If he wants accommodations tell him to go to his goddamn suite, and call room service.”

“Shhhh!”

“DON’T SHUSH ME!”

Justin, and Cynthia sat in uncomfortable silence across the hall from conference room one. Both pretended not to hear the escalating voices emanating from behind the frosted glass wall. “So I guess you’re pretty excited to be working with Brian.” Cynthia attempted to make small talk.

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it very much.” Justin said.

“How do you know Tony?” she asked.

“Mr. Massey is an art lover, and a major contributor to P.I.F.A.” Justin lied politely.

“I’VE NEVER TAKEN AN INTERN BEFORE, AND I’M NOT GOING TO START NOW!” WHICH PART OF NO DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?” Brian’s voice carried.

Cynthia looked at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock. With the argument in conference room one showing no signs of subsiding, Brian’s assistant nervously looked toward the front door of Vanguard Advertising. Anthony Massey would be arriving any minute now. “Excuse me for a moment Justin.”  Cynthia excused herself, then went inside to calm her two bosses down.

Justin sat back in his chair, and rested his head against the wall behind him. He chuckled to himself at the thought of Brian still jealous of Tony after all this time. Yes, it was true that the former lovers communicated regularly via e-mail, and spoke occasionally over the phone, but it had been over a year since they laid eyes on each other. Justin told himself again that Tony was just a former trick, a former trick who turned out to be a good friend, a good friend with lots of connections. Indeed wasn’t it Brian who taught his baby that it’s always good to have friends with connections? Justin attempted to sooth the butterflies in his stomach by also reminding himself that Tony was considerably older than Brian, 14 years to be exact which now made him 45 years old. A lot can happen to a man’s looks in one year once he hits middle age. For all Justin knew Tony could very well be fat, and balding by now.

A sharp whisk of March air suddenly brushed across Justin’s face causing him to turn toward Vanguard’s front door. Justin watched as rows of secretaries straightened up in their seats, and began to adjust their hair and clothing. Some even pulled out small mirrors for a quick last minute makeup check as Anthony Massey made his entrance. Tony strutted through the isle of admiring females stopping briefly to speak to some, and smiling in acknowledgement to others. As usual he was tailored to the nines, this time in a charcoal blue/gray Canali suit, pearl white shirt, with coordinating patterned tie. Justin’s former lover was now sporting a slightly thicker moustache. His sideburns were longer, and there was noticeably more gray accenting his dark wavy locks. The laugh lines around Tony’s mouth appeared to be somewhat deeper, and he was now sporting gold wire frame glasses around those smoldering brown eyes. “Oh my God.” Justin felt his heart swoon, Prince Charming had arrived. It was deja vu all over again.................

Tony reached underneath the covers to find Justin’s dick already rock hard. He wrapped his fingers around the stiff piece, and glided his hand along its smooth shaft. Justin immediately began to pump his hips to meet his lover’s strokes. “Slow down princess, we have all night” Tony uttered, then leaned over, and with his lips barely touching kissed his way down the teen’s body.  Tony swallowed Justin’s cock to its base before beginning a slow vacuumed movement up, and down the pulsating meat. The young man’s body unconsciously trembled when Tony swiped his tongue just underneath the swollen head. “Is that your spot?” Tony paused briefly to inquire, but Justin couldn’t answer, and the older man continued. Tony dipped his tongue deep inside Justin’s bubbling slit, then kissed his way back up the teens body. The older man then slipped his tongue inside Justin’s awaiting mouth and delivered a sample of the teen’s pre-cum onto his tongue. “Sweet.” Tony whispered………………………….

“Hello Justin. How have you been?” Tony extended his hand.

Justin prayed that the expression on his face would not betray the awakening in his trousers as he stood to shake Tony’s hand. Oooh that familiar soft as silk touch. Ummm, that intoxicating custom blend cologne, that forever smile, and those smoldering brown eyes! “Hello Tony.” he managed to say.

“Why are you sitting out here?” Tony asked.

Before Justin could answer, Brian’s voice once again trailed from behind the frosted glass wall. “STAY OUT OF THIS CYNTHIA!”

“Tony, I don’t think this was such a good idea.” Justin said.

“What are you talking about? Didn’t you tell me that you were required to complete a semester of internship?” Tony looked puzzled.

“Yes, but my being HERE is a bad idea.” Justin clarified himself.

“Why do you say that? Vanguard has the number one graphic arts department in Pittsburgh. I had to pull a few strings to get you this assignment. I thought you would be pleased.”

Justin glanced past Tony at the rumor mill that was already beginning to turn. “Thank you for doing that for me Tony. I’m really grateful, but I don’t think Brian is too keen on the idea of me being here.” he whispered.

“Nonsense.” Tony laughed. “Let’s go inside.”

Tony placed his arm around Justin’s shoulder, and opened the door to conference room one. “Good morning. Are we interrupting anything?” he asked.

All bickering immediately ceased. “No, of course not Mr. Massey. We were just discussing which one of our senior partners your ward should be assigned to. We want to make sure that young Justin’s experience here at Vanguard is a rewarding one.” Gardner lied.

“I assumed that Justin would be working with Mr. Kinney.” Tony turned toward Brian.

“I don’t do interns.” Brian growled.

“What Brian MEANS is that he doesn’t NORMALLY take interns. However in this case he would be willing to make an exception. Right Brian?” Gardner attempted to make the save.

“Nooooooo. What I MEAN is that I NEVER take interns, and I’m not going to take this one!”

“Brian.” Cynthia attempted to get her bosses attention.

“That’s quite alright. I understand.” Tony smiled. “Brian prefers to work alone, as does most geniuses. I’ll tell you what Justin, sense Brian is too busy for you. I’ll take you on personally. You can spend your Tuesdays, and Thursdays with me. I have quite a few friends involved in graphic arts. I’m sure they would be more than happy to assist me in showing you the ropes.”

“Why that sounds like an marvelous idea Justin.” A relieved Gardner Vance seconded Tony’s suggestion.

Brian’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Tony’s arm resting comfortably around his baby’s shoulder. “On second thought, perhaps I could make an exception in this case.” Brian smiled, and discretely eased Justin from Tony’s grasp.

Tony’s eyes narrowed. He looked at Brian’s arm now resting comfortably around his princess’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to trouble you.” He said, and casually pulled Justin back to his side.

“It’s no trouble at all. Have a seat over here Justin.” Brian directed Justin to the seat next to his at the long conference room table.

“No, have a seat over here Justin. I want you to take a look at these photographs.” Tony belayed Brian’s order.

“Why don’t we all have a seat?” Cynthia ended the volleying.

Justin took his seat next to Tony, and picked up the first stack of photographs. Brian watched as Tony placed his arm around the back of his baby’s chair, then leaned over to view the pictures with him. Was it just his imagination, or was Justin’s body instinctively gravitating towards Tony’s embrace?

“It looks as if we might be on to something here.” Gardner leaned over, and casually whispered.

Gardner’s words fell on deaf ears as Brian now took note of how intimately Tony, and Justin were interacting. Their eye contact, the smiles, and little chuckles, for a moment it was as if they were the only two people in the room. Like a bolt of lightening Brian suddenly recalled the words his baby had told him that afternoon in Tony’s mansion......... “I’ll always love Tony for teaching me to love myself.”

“Have you finally found someone that you might be interested in Mr. Massey?” Gardner called over to Tony.

Tony looked up from the photographs at Gardner, then over at Brian. “Yes I have.” he smiled.

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