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would have been enough to make me do so—and, they were definitely making me want to do so again. He moaned and groaned, breathed heavily, and said such sexy things. It all inspired me to keep doing what I was doing, and to do it well.
    Anthony’s hands clasped against the side of my head, and he started shaking his hips. I knew what these signs meant, and I knew what to do from there. I started sucking Anthony harder and faster, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could—then I slowed down and sucked at the tip of his cock for a bit, massaging that throbbing vein at its back with my lips and tongue.
    I abruptly went back to deeper sucking, and even went so far as to throat Anthony’s cock a little, which made me gag. But, that wasn’t a bad thing. Anthony shuddered at the sound and feel of it, and, within a few seconds, he was convulsing as he exploded in my mouth.
    “Fuuuuckk,” Anthony roared as he came, and the sound of it almost made me cum too. The moment he stopped shooting his load, he bowed down, took my face into his hands, and kissed me firmly on the lips.
    “I don’t know what we’re going to do, Kirby,” he said. “But we’ve got to do something.”
    I looked up at Anthony and wiped my lower lip and chin with the back of my hand, to clear away his drippings. “We do,” I replied. “But first things first… Right now we need to come up with a new cover story. What should I tell my parents about our meeting today?”

Chapter 15
     
    It was almost 6 p.m. when I finally left Stonegate Tower. Anthony and I spent some time coming up with our cover story after our encounter, and then we chatted for a bit. The story we came up with wasn’t the best one in the world, but, I must admit, I’m pretty proud of it.
    I was to say that I met with Mr. Swift, as planned, and that he explained to me all the splendors that a career in advertising held. I wasn’t interested in what he said, however, and I told him that my professional interests were elsewhere, which was something my parents would surely believe, as I’d already expressed as much to them directly.
    Well, good ole’ Mr. Swift didn’t like me so instantly ignoring what he thought was good business. He insisted that I wasn’t giving the industry a shot and wasn’t giving it enough credit. He said I was in no position to judge it since I’d never been involved in it, and he suggested that I come back and shadow him on a project or two, just so that I could see what the advertising world was really like; so that I could base my opinion on observation, not conjecture.
    It wasn’t a job offer or an internship, and there’d be no money, or compensation of any kind, that changed hands. It was just a chance for me to get the inside scoop, and for Mr. Swift to defend the integrity of his profession.
    And, as our story went, I agreed to shadow Mr. Swift, as he’d suggested, out of respect for him as my father’s boss, and out of an inkling of my own curiosity.
    I didn’t necessarily like that last part, but Anthony insisted on it. He said my parents would want to hear it.
    I rehearsed our story over and over again in my head as I drove home. I was in the tail-end of traffic hour, so the drive took a little longer than usual, but it didn’t bother me much, since it gave me more time to practice.
    Naturally, I wasn’t looking forward to talking to my parents. Even though I was getting really good at it, I still didn’t like lying to them, and this lie was going to be a big one. I had to lie about what I’d already done and set the groundwork for more lies to come. Now, that’s daunting!
    Also, I felt a little bummed out about the Dessert Oasis situation. I was very happy about my looming job offer, and was looking forward to telling my parents about it, and about my intention to accept it. But in light of everything else I had to tell them—all the lies about shadowing Anthony—my news about a shop job would zip right past them. All