Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2022 21:38:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Contractor - Chapter One WARNING: This story is for adult men. It contains a graphic and fictional depiction of sex between adult and youth males. If sexual activity between consenting males is illegal where you are, or you find this material offensive or if you are under legal age, do not go any further and do not read this story. The characters are fictional and do not represent any real person, living or dead or any real events or happenings. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except to the website to which it has been posted, without consent of the author. Your comments or suggestions are always welcome. Please direct them to Jonathan Perkins at tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your support. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Welcome to my latest story about the developing relationship between a twenty something heterosexual self-employed contractor and a sheltered soon to be sixteen year old boy. The contractor will soon learn new things about himself as the young man helps him on his journey into new experiences. The Contractor Chapter One "Saving Brian" It was a warm summer day and I had just finished up a repair job on a deck for Mrs. Oliver, a local socialite who hires me for lots of small jobs around her house. Her husband is an investment banker and has no idea which end of a hammer hits the nail. She is very pleasant and pays well so I'm happy. Her referrals help me grow my business and someday I will be able to hire another guy to work with me so I can tackle larger jobs. I was eating my lunch on the deck by the pool doing a take off for materials for expanding her deck. She wanted it to extend beyond the pool and out into the back yard. I got a text on my phone from a buddy from high school. We had been out drinking last night and he told me the story of another friend of his from town who had gotten into gay porn. He was straight and married to the senior prom queen so I didn't believe him. Mickey, the meat, as he was called in school, was very well endowed, like 10" very well. He and his wife were on their honeymoon in the Caribbean. While enjoying a clothes optional beach, a talent scout for X-rated videos approached him and wanted to sign him up. His wife objected and said there was no way she would let her husband screw other women. The scout then suggested he could star in gay porn videos, no women involved. She said that would be fine but he wasn't sure until the scout told him how much money he could make with a monster cock like his. My buddy had sent me a link to his latest video. Now, I'm straight, had been married to a woman and no interest in gay porn. Out of curiosity I open the video and began to watch it. Damn, he was huge. As a totally straight guy I was surprised to feel my cock start to chub up. Wearing just a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, my bulge would be very obvious if I stood up. I covered my lap with my clipboard out of modesty. But not soon enough it turns out. "Wow, nice piece of meat!" came a voice behind me. I immediately shut down my phone and turned around to see Lloyd, Mrs. Oliver's son who was home from college for the summer. "And yours isn't bad either," he commented as he pointed to the bulge in my shorts when my clipboard fell on the deck. I picked my clipboard up but my cock was shrinking fast at being caught. "Hi, I'm Lloyd, Mrs. Oliver;'s son. She is off to her bookclub but told me you might still be here. I'm going to take a swim," as he walked past me headed to the pool. He was wearing a pair of speedos that left nothing to the imagination about his manhood or tight ass. "You look hot," he commented smirking, "Want to join me for a swim?" After his initial comments and now this one, was I hot as in temperature or did he mean I was hot as in physique? I really didn't want to find out which meaning. "No thanks, I don't have a swim suit." He dove in the pool and swam to the edge. Pulling off his speedos, he tossed them on the deck near me. "Want to wear mine? Or none at all, like me." "Thanks but I have work to finish up." "Your loss," as he swam to the other end of the pool, alternating from swimming face down and showing his ass and then turning over and swimming on his back sticking his stiff cock up out of the water like a submarine periscope. I ignored him and went back to my quote. I heard Lloyd yell out from the pool, "Just in time, Brian, come join me. We'll have some fun before you start to clean the pool" I picked my head up and saw a young boy, maybe 14 or 15 years old come up the stairs to the deck carrying the hoses and vacuum head to clean the pool. The young boy just looked at him in disgust and came over to me. "Hi, I'm Brian. What are you working on," looking down at my notes. "Hi Brian, I'm Shaun. I putting together some figures for expanding the deck." "Nice layout. Would it be more cost effective to add some additional support posts so you could reduce the size of the joists?" "Wow, I hadn't thought of that. I have to do a comparison. You know about construction?" "My dad worked in construction and I used to help him when I could." "Great. Is he self-employed or work for someone." "He was self-employed but he ran off a few years ago with a customer's wife. It's just Mom and me now and it's tough. I clean the pool here to make a few bucks to help out." "You should be able to get some jobs cutting lawns or babysitting or anything really." "My Mom is very protective and leery of anyone she doesn't know really well. My older brother fell in with a bad crowd and got into drugs. Then they were doing break in's to pay for the drugs. He got caught and was awaiting trial. My mother put up our house to bail him out but then he and his buddies skipped town and haven't been seen since. The state took our house and now we live in a dinky one bed apartment, with me sleeping on the couch. Between that and my Dad running off, she is bitter and doesn't trust anyone. She doesn't want me to screw up my life like they did." "I'm sure she means well, even if it does cramp your style." I laughed. "Hey Brian, get your skinny little ass in the pool before I loose the urge," Lloyd hollered. "Does your mother know about him?" I asked "No way, she is friends with Mrs. Oliver but never met her asshole son." I laughed at his comment. "Brian, you work for me. Now quit talking to that Irish meathead and get in the pool." Lloyd yelled, getting louder and more demanding. He was right about one thing, I'm Irish. With a name like Shaun O'Reily there is no denying my Irish Catholic heritage. His continued harassment was getting my Irish temper up. "Why don't you leave the boy alone and go jerk off in the other end of the pool by yourself." I yelled back at him. "You fired, you fucking Mick. Get the hell out of here or I'll call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing," Lloyd screamed as he came to the shallow end of the pool. I took out my phone and held it up in front of me. "Don't bother, I'll call them right now and tell them how you're trying to proposition an underage youth for sex." I threatened. Unknown to him, I was holding my phone up like I was going to dial but instead pressed the record video button. I made sure he was front and center in the screen. "Go ahead and call. My mother has friends on the force and they'd never believe you over a fine young man like myself. You'll be the one arrested." "Brain could tell them what really happened, how you wanted him to get naked and get in the pool with you. What were you going to do then, rape him?" I egged him on. "It's none of your business what I'd do. Maybe I would slam my stiff cock in his tight virgin hole. He has a sweet looking ass. But first I shove my cock in his mouth to give him a taste of what he was going to get. Besides, no one would believe a looser like him. White trash, just like the rest of his family. Coming over here to get a few bucks of my mother. If he is as good a piece of ass as I think he'll be, I'd even pay him to be my cum dump." I looked at Brian and motioned toward to gate out of the back yard. "We're leaving, I'm not going to leave you here with this pervert," I told him as he dropped the pool hose and equipment. "That's it, you two assholes. You missed the chance for the best sex you'd ever get. Leave and don't come back, either one of you. You're both fired" "Technically you can't fire me, you're mother hired me. So I quit instead. And so does Brian," I replied although it didn't matter who fired or quit. We were leaving. "Wait, I quit too?" Brain asked as we reached the gate. "I need the twenty bucks I earn here, my mother needs it." "She may need the money but she surely doesn't need to put you in danger to earn it. I'm going to give you a ride home and explain everything to her and I'm sure she'll agree we did the right thing." Brain turned ghost white when I told him I'd talk to his mother. "She doesn't even know you. This is not going to end well for either of us. You may end up going to jail after all." "Not once I turn on my Irish charm," I grinned at him. "Get your bike and put it in the back of my truck and give me directions to your house." On the way to his house we chatted about his background and his mother. She was a triage nurse at the local emergency room. Working there she saw so many injuries to bad people doing bad things and good people who had bad things done to them. This just furthered her mistrust of mankind in general. Brian was actually 15 and going to be 16 soon. As much as he knew about carpentry, I told him I might even be able to hire him for a few hours a week to help him earn some extra money. But he insisted his mother would never go along with that. He asked about my life. Was I married? How old was I? Where did I live? What kind of jobs did he do? He could have asked me enough questions for a cross country trip, let alone a trip across town. I attended Catholic schools all the way through high school. I married my high school sweetheart, another pure blood Irish Catholic. Although I didn't get into the fine details with Brian, we never had sex until we were married, shortly after graduation. She was anxious to start a family. So weren't her father and mother. They wanted grandchildren, lots of them and the sooner the better. They didn't want money to be weighing on our minds and distracting us from having children so they put up half the cost of a nice three bedroom house for us. As I said, she was a virgin when we got married. She seemed to be interested in sex but it became apparent after several months that the sex was only a way to get pregnant, very mechanical in nature. After a year of trying we both got tested and it turned out I had a very low sperm count. The doctor told us we still might conceive if we had sex more frequently. The next six months she was a raging nymphomaniac. Every day, sometimes twice a day. Still nothing. The sex stopped completely after that. In another year she filed for an annulment to dissolve the marriage. Her father claimed the house was half his and one quarter his daughter's so he was going to sue for possession of the house. I told him it was all theirs, I wanted nothing to do with it. Unbeknownst to them I had been stashing money away on the side and had bought an apartment building out of foreclosure. It was a real fixer upper. Once I had rehabbed it I was going to sell it and use the profit to take her to Europe for a month. So, I moved into one of the apartments while I worked on the other ones as time would permit. That was the long version. The short version for Brian's sake was I got divorced and am rehabbing an apartment building, living there while I do. We pulled up in front of his house and saw his mother's car in the driveway. "She got home a little early today I guess. Maybe you better just leave now while you still can. Shit, too late, there she is on the porch, looking this way with her hands on her hips. We're both dead now!" "Chill, little man, I've got this under control." As I got his bike out of the truck, his mother came down the front walk. "Brian, are you alright," as she grabbed him and spun him around, then gave him a hug. "I'm fine Mom, this is . . ." but she interrupted not giving Brain a chance to speak. "And who is this man? Why were you in his truck. Why was your bike in his truck? Did you get into an accident?" "If I may, ma'am, " I began. "No you certainly may not. I'm talking to my son, not you, whoever you are!" "Mom, this is Shaun O'Reily. He was working at Mrs. Oliver's house too and gave me ride home," Brian spoke up, not mentioning anything about Lloyd. "And why did this O'Reily character give you a ride? Is your bike broken? You know better than to get in a car with a stranger." Not helping his situation at all, Brain corrected his mother, "It isn't a car, it's a pick up truck." And I didn't help at all by snickering. She glared at me and yelled at Brian. "Brain Peter Winston! Don't you dare smart mouth me!" "If you'd let me explain, Mrs. Winston." "I will not! You just stand there and shut up!" she snarled at me. "Mother, you shut the fuck up and listen to him!" Brian burst out with out thinking. "Brian," I bellowed, "don't you ever use that language to your mother. If I catch you disrespecting her again you'll be in more trouble that your young self can imagine!" I also spoke on impulse without really giving thought to threatening her son in front of her. "Mrs' Winston, we haven't been formally introduced. Brian forgot his manners in the heat of the moment. I'm Shaun O'Reily, a local contractor doing some work at Mrs. Olivers house. Her son Lloyd was getting a little out of hand and I thought it best to leave and bring Brian home." "What do you mean out of hand?" she asked. "He's a fine young college boy and would never do or say anything improper. I know his mother, she is a close friend and an upstanding member of the community." "Shaun, show her the video," Brian prompted me so I took out my phone and hit play. She asked to watch the video a second time as tears rolled down her cheeks. She pulled Brain to her and hugged him tight as she apologized between sobs. "Oh my God, Brian. I have always been so protective of you and then I send you in the arms of a pedophile. Dear Lord, can you ever forgive me?" "Mom, I'm fine, thanks to Shaun. Nothing happened. Or would have happened. If he didn't take me out of there I was going to take off on my own. I was just trying to earn some money for you, Mom." "Lord Jesus, for the sake of $20 I almost pimped you out to a child molester. I can never forgive myself." "Mrs. Winston, you had no idea what Mrs. Oliver's son was like. You thought he was a nice guy and your son would be safe around him. And to Brian's credit, he was as disgusted as I was as what Lloyd was suggesting. You have done an excellent job raising your son. He has a good head on his shoulders." "Mr. O'Reily, I'm so embarrassed. The horrible things I thought about you and the way I've treated you. All along you were just protecting Brian. How can I ever make it up to you?" "There are two ways, actually. The first is to let me turn this video over to a friend of mine on the police force. Nothing actually happened so there couldn't be any charges filed, but it would give him a heads up to keep an eye on Lloyd, maybe talk to him and prevent him from doing the same thing to another young boy, possibly with a worse outcome. But that would be up to you and Brian." "Ya, Mom, let's nail his ass," Brian begged. But she was busy watching the video again. I leaned over and whispered to Brian, "No, that's what he wanted to do to you," and smirked, trying to lighten the mood. Brian snickered along with me, causing his mother to look at us. "We'll talk it over and let you know. I would hate to think we could have stopped him from molesting someone and didn't. What is the second thing?" "Brian was very concerned at not being able to earn some money to help with the household budget. He filled me in on your situation and I feel bad he lost his job. In talking to him I am impressed with his knowledge of carpentry. With you permission I'd like to offer him some part time work. I'm rehabbing an apartment building and I could use him for some minor demolition, clean up and such. It would be after my regular work, early evenings for an hour or two. I would pay him $15 an hour which I'm sure he would more than earn. I can give you references, let you do a background check, take a drug/alcohol screening, or anything else that would make you feel comfortable having him work with me." She turned and walked over to the table beside he chair, picked up a Bible and came back to where we were standing, holding the Bible out in front of her. "Place your hand on the Bible and swear to the Lord you are an honest and moral man. That is all I need." "Oh crap. I forgot to tell you, Shaun, my Mom is a real Jesus freak." "Hey, I warned you once! Do not disrespect your mother! Do it again and you'll be out of another job in the same day." I placed my hand on her Bible and made my promise to her to be honest and protect her son at all times. I looked at Brian and recited, " 'Do not be deceived: Bad company ruins good morals', First Corinthians 15:33." "It's hopeless, I'm surrounded by them," Brian laughed and feigned a duck as if I was going to whack him. Unfortunately he was looking at me as he did and didn't see his Mother swinging her arm to give him a slap on the back of the head. "Good luck, Mr. O'Reily, I hope you realize what you have gotten yourself into," as we all laughed. I filled Mrs. Winston in on my background and my divorce in the same general terms as I had given Brian. She gave me the Reader's Digest version of her situation, with much less detail than Brian had told me. I was invited to stay for supper but declined. I had some work to finish and it wasn't fair to stay for dinner without giving her a chance to make arrangements. Brian wanted to leave with me to start working but I told him we'd set up a schedule with this mother starting next week. As I drove back to my place, I felt pretty good about the day, even thought I am sure I have lost a good customer. When I got home, sure enough, there was a rant on my answering machine from Mrs. Oliver, yelling at me for making false accusations against her innocent son. I should have calmed down before I called her back but it was too late. I told her I was coming over in twenty minutes to show her how her 'innocent' son had acted. I jumped in my truck and raced to her house. She threw open the door when I rang the bell and started in on me again. She had called her lawyer and was going to file a defamation suit. I would be broke, out of business and quite probably in jail before she was finished with me. "That's fine, I'm glad you called you lawyer. Your son will need him. Watch this video that I took this afternoon and I have a copy to turn over to Lt. Peterson tomorrow morning. Your lawyer can try and fast-talk the lieutenant out of sending your son to jail instead of me." I shouted as I gave her my phone. "Mom, it's not true, none of it," Lloyd pleaded as he looked over his mother's shoulder at the video. "They tried to trap me." His mother continued to watch, her eye's growing wider and holding her hand over her gaping mouth. "I've given you everything you've ever asked for and this is how you repay me? You pack your things and get out of my house. If you're not out in and hour I'll call the police myself. I'll tell Lt. Peterson to do with you as he wishes, I want nothing to do with you ever again," she shouted, so agitated she was spitting as she yelled. "Maybe he needs more of you and not less," I suggested as I took my phone and walked out the front door. Heading back to my house again, I almost felt sorry for Lloyd. Nah, not one little measly bit. The jerk got what he had coming to him. Walking into my apartment, I looked at what I had planned on doing tonight, shrugged my shoulders, got a cold drink and turned on TV to watch a baseball game. It had been a good day. I finished a job, saved a boy from possibly being molested, made a new friend and worker in the process and exposed a potential pedophile.