Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2022 16:16:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Contractor - Chapter Two 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 mentor the young man while he soon learns new things about himself as the young man helps him on his journey into new experiences. The Contractor Chapter Two "A Friendship Starts" The following Monday I picked up Brian at the end of my regular work day at his house to bring him to start working with me on my rehab project. His mother was not home from work yet so he left her a note including my address and my cell phone number in case she needed to get in touch. Brian didn't have a cell phone of his own, the cost being one factor and he didn't have a circle of friends he needed to keep in touch with. His mother seldom let him out of her sight. We got to my house and went to the second floor apartment, the first one I was redoing. I showed him my ideas and what I had done already. He was full of questions and ideas. Some of his ideas were great but this project was being done on a tight budget and there was no room for frills or fancy add ons. His first job was to start removing some of the demolition debris from the front room. I had a dumpster parked close to the side of the house so trash could be thrown out a second floor window and right into the dumpster below. He had worked up a sweat in the warm summer evening heat in no time. He removed his shirt to reveal a tight muscular body, glistening with the sweat running over him. He had a pair of tight fitting cut off jeans and work boots. He cut a stunning figure for a 15, soon to be 16 year old. If he mother had been more lenient with him he would have had girls swarming all over him like bees to honey. Maybe she knew what she was doing. As he continued to work the dust from the trash mixed with the sweat and left streaks running across his chest. Wiping his brow left more streak marks across his forehead and his face. By the time he had everything thrown out he was a mess. He came into the first bedroom where I was pulling down old horse hair plaster and lathes. "Can I help with that?" he asked. "I think you should finish your other job first." "I'm done. Everything is in the dumpster." "No it's not. Half of it is all over your body. You should be in the dumpster as well,: I teased him. He looked down at his body then looked up at me, "Just trying to save you tipping fees on the weight, that's all." We laughed. I got him a dust mask and showed him where to begin. He had his wall totally stripped and was carrying the scrap to the window before I was three quarters done with mine. He was a hell of a worker. By the end of our two hours we had gotten more done that I would have in a week by myself, partly due to two guys working and partly due to Brian's work ethic. We called it a night and went back downstairs to my apartment for a couple of bottled waters. "You've done a heck of a job tonight. I really appreciate the help. Get cleaned up and I'll give you a ride home." "Thanks. All in a day's work. I'll take a shower when I get home but thanks anyway." "If I take you home like that you're mother will have me arrested for child cruelty, working you so hard. That, and you'll make a mess of my front seat. Just go wash off the big stuff. The bathroom is right over there," as I point to the back room off the kitchen. "Ok, ok. I didn't realize you were going to be such a pain in the ass boss," he grinned as he headed to wash up. A few minutes later I heard the shower running. Guess he decided to wash more than just his face and chest. About ten minutes later he came out, his hair still wet, wearing his shorts. He had his shirt in his hands. "Hope you don't mind but I took a quick shower. When I looked in the mirror I realized just how filthy I was." "No problem. Don't you feel better now?" "Sure do. If I'm going to getting this dirty every night, I'm going to bring a change of clothes. Hate to put dirty clothes on a clean body." We were both in a good mood as we chatted and joked on the way to his house. I wanted to go to the front door with him and talk to his mother for a few minutes. "Hi Mom, I'm home!" Brian yelled as he entered. "Shaun came in to say 'hi'." "Well look at you two. I can tell who did all the work tonight, Shaun, you're a mess and Brian is clean as a whistle." "Aw, Mom. When Shaun went upstairs to lock up I snuck in his shower to clean up. I didn't want to track dirt all over your clean house. Now what delicious supper had my loving mother prepared for her hard working son?" "Shaun, I don't know what you're teaching him about carpentry, but I can tell you've had him kiss the Blarney Stone already," she commented with a smirk. "I fixed a plate for all three of us so sit and eat." As we ate, I told Mrs. Winston what a great job Brian had done and how pleased I was with him and his work ethic. "You have a fine son here, you should be proud of him." "I certainly am. Please, call me Kate. I have a feeling you and I will be good friends as well as you and Brian." I got home and stripped off my clothes to go shower before turning in. I stood in the shower adjusting the water temperature and looked around from side to side. Just a short time ago a young hard-bodied teenager was standing in this very spot, naked, basking in the pleasure of the hot water running down him. Brian was a little shorter than most boys his age at 5'10". He had a tight muscular frame, not gym build muscle but strong from doing what I haven't a clue. He didn't play sports at all and I don't think he did much else other than school and home, with the occasional pool cleaning. Whatever he was doing was giving him a hot physique. His shorts he was wearing showed off a tight bubble butt. But it didn't reveal much about his package other than it was presenting a generic bulge of respectable size. He would have been standing right where I am as he ran his soapy hands all over his body to wash off some hard earned dirt. His chest was particularly dirty with the dust and dried sweat clinging to him like a coat of paint. He would have to scrub hard to get it off, rubbing his fingers over his nipples time again to get them clean. Were they stiffening up to his repetitive rubbing? If his nipples were that sensitive was his young cock responding as well? Did he spend as much time washing his cock as he had his chest, stroking it back and forth in a soapy lather? I instinctively looked down at the shower floor to see if I could see any signs of latent cum anywhere. No, fool, it would have been washed down the drain for sure. My own cock was now at full mast, begging for relief. It only took a few firm strokes and I shot my cum where I had just been looking for Brian's if any was to be found. I reached out to steady myself and adjusted the shower head to wash the soap off me as I came down from my orgasm, the first in way too long. Then it hit me that in my mind I had been perving on Brian. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. I dried off and went off to bed. As lay there my mind kept flashing back to images of Brian, working along side of me and then a fantasy image on him naked in my shower. What the hell was going on with me. I'm as straight as straight can be. This is not who I am! He'd run from me just as fast as we ran from Lloyd if he knew what I was thinking. Meanwhile, back at Brian's house. "You should have asked Shaun if you could take a shower before just doing so," admonished Brian's mother. "He didn't mind. He had told me to go clean up and anything short of a full shower just wasn't going to get it done." "Still, I don't want you taking advantage of him. He's too nice to say anything outright." "He's very nice for sure. But did you see him too timid to tell you about Lloyd? Or telling Lloyd off before we left? If he has something to say, I'm sure he'll say it. But I'll ask if there is a next time. Today was a particularly dirty day." "You know him better than I do so use your own good judgement in dealing with him. Just be honest and straight forward. I'm going to bed. Good night, Brian." "I'm going to bed as well. I'm beat. And thanks for making supper for both of us. I think it's been a while since he had a good home cooked meal." Brian went upstairs to his room. He undressed and looked at his naked body in his full length mirror. He turned to his left and then to his right and then back facing the mirror. He was pleased with the way his body looked as he was approaching his sixteen birthday. Since hitting puberty, his cut cock has grown to be seven inches when hard, his pubic hair had filled in nicely and his muscle mass had increased. All in all he was very proud of his body. He turned off his lights and climbed into bed. As he lay there in the dark he thought about his first day working with Shaun. Shaun had listened to his ideas and didn't treat him like a five year old like his mother frequently did. Shaun treated him as an equal, even with the age difference. And he was fun to work with, smiling and joking around making the time go by quickly. Then he thought about the shower he took. Holy hell, he was actually naked in Shaun's bathroom. That brought his soft cock to it full hardness under the sheets. He took it in his hand and slowly began stroking it. Not only naked but jerked off in Shaun's shower. What would Shaun have thought if he had come in to piss or something and seen what he was doing? And exactly why was he doing it? Being naked could have caused him to be aroused but he was also thinking of Shaun all that time. Did he have a thing for Shaun? If Shaun caught him would he freak out and throw him out? He didn't want to screw up what looked like a good thing with Shaun. How was he going to keep himself from making a mistake with Shaun? As all of this crossed his mind he felt his balls tighten up and his stomach muscles getting taut. Before he could stop he reached his climax and shot his load all over his stomach, Shaun being front and center in his mind. Ok, he thought to himself, this is the last time I jerk off while thinking about Shaun. And no more showers at his house. He would find that easier said than done. The week went by smoothly, getting more work done than I could have ever thought possible. When we were done on Friday evening I gave Brian an envelope with his pay in it, $150 in cash. He went crazy. "This is more money than I ever had in my hand at one time! This is fucking awesome! I can't wait to get home and give this to my Mom. This will be such a big help to her. Can we leave right now?" Brian was jumping up and down. "We better, before you have a heart attack," I joked as we walked out to my truck. I didn't mention his cussing as we were still technically on the job and it's ok to use colorful language occasionally. The truck had barely come to a stop when Brian bolted out the door and ran to his front door. Bursting through as he yelled out to his mother. "Mom, come here quick! I've got something for you. Hurry!" "Good Lord, what's all the commotion about?" as she entered the front room. "Here Mom, today was payday. And then some!" handing his mother the envelope. She opened it and counted the money. "Oh my, this is a lot of money for a teenager. Are you sure you figured this correctly, Shaun?" "Certainly did. He is worth every penny of that. He worked hard all week and he deserves to be rewarded properly for his work." "And this is going to be a weekly thing?" she asked. "For the foreseeable future. I have plenty of work for him as long as he is interested in working with me," I answered her. "Interested? Are you kidding? Money or not, you can't get rid of me. I'm with you from here on it, Shaun," Brian interjected in the conversation, causing his mother and I to laugh. "I'm so proud of you, Brian. So here's what I'm going to do. You have been trying so hard to help out financially and I appreciate it more than you can ever know. This week we're okay so I want you to keep this money and spend it on something for yourself. Next week we can put your pay into the household budget." "No Mom, I don't want this. It's for you. If you don't need it, buy something for the house, something for yourself that you've wanted but couldn't afford," Brian resisted. "I insist Brian. Shaun, will you chime in here and tell him this money is his to do something for himself." "Nope. This is a family matter and I'm not going to make an enemy of either one of you," I wisely decided. Brian finally gave in and took the envelope back, knowing he wouldn't win an argument with his mother. "But this isn't over, old lady," he quipped with a smile. Whack! As I gave him a dope slap to the head. "What did I tell you about disrespecting your mother." "Sorry, Mom," his mother smiling at me. The following week things were moving along smoothly until Wednesday when the building inspector came for a rough in inspection. He said the new partition in the bathroom was too close to the toilet according to code and had to be moved over at least four inches. I had the electrician scheduled to come Friday to start wiring in the bathroom so this was really going to mess things up. I asked him if he would come back the next day to re-inspect if I could get the partition moved by then. He agreed. This was going to make a long night to get the partition moved and ready for him. I picked up Brian and explained the dilemma I was in and asked if his mother could pick him up at nine, our usual quitting time. Instead he suggested he stay and help me for as long as it took. I welcomed his help but his mother didn't want him coming in late and waking her up. "Would it be too much to ask for Brian to stay at your house for the night, Shaun?" his mother asked me. "Of course it would be ok. Better than ok, it's perfect. Right Shaun?" Brian jumped in enthusiastically. "It's alright with me. His help would be greatly appreciated. Are you sure it's all right with you, Mrs. Winston?" "I wouldn't have suggest it if I had any reservations. Brian, go pack some clean clothes for tomorrow." "I know Mom, clean underwear in case I'm in an accident." Brian repeated from being cautioned many times growing up. He looked towards me and whispered, "She doesn't know I don't wear underwear anymore. Commando all the way." Brian took off upstairs to pack an overnight bag. His mother came over to me and talked in a low voice. "Shaun, I have tried to be the best mother to Brian that I possibly can be. But he needs a male figure in his life. Someone who can answer questions that he wouldn't ask his mother. Someone with a strong moral compass that will help him grow up to be the best man he can be. I know it's a lot to ask of you and more than you bargained for when you agreed to hire him as a worker, but could you be that person, at least for now?" "It would be my pleasure. Brian is a good boy and I enjoy his company. Anything I can do to help him along life's journey will be like having the son I couldn't have with my exwife." She leaned in and gave me a hug. "Bless you, Shaun O'Riley" Brian came downstairs as she was hugging me. "Hey you two, none of that monkey business," he joked. "Your mother was just sealing your fate. You're mine now, all mine," I teased him. His face lit up with an ear to ear smile. Did he read more into my comment than I meant? We got in the truck and headed towards my house and an evening of hard work. "Just what did you mean, I'm yours now?" "Your mother just asked me to be a male role model in your life. She knows you're at an age when you will have questions about life, girls, sex and anything else that you'd be too embarrassed to ask her. So I'm here when you need me." Again, with the most fantastic smile I've ever seen on him. He looked out the windshield and slumped into the seat, smiling but not saying a word. I figured even with Brian's help this would be at least a five hour job, putting us done around midnight. But true to form, Brian hustled and came up with a few ideas that saved us some time. We were finished at 10:30. "We're done! I didn't think we'd be done until midnight. Three and one half hours for a five hour job. But just so you know, I'm not paying you for three and one half hours." "That's ok. I have fun working with you. Just pay for the regular two hours I normally work." "If we didn't get this done tonight the inspector wouldn't come tomorrow and I'd have to reschedule the electrician. Major headaches and setbacks and extra costs. So I'm going to pay you for the five hours I figured the job for. The extra is your bonus." "No, don't do that. Compromise and pay me for the three and one half hours instead. "Ok. But I'm paying you overtime for working later than usual, $21.50 and hour." "That comes out to the same amount as paying me regular rate for five hours. You just have to get your own way, don't you." "Always! So get used to it," I laughed. "I'm going to order pizza before they close at eleven. You go jump in the shower and wash up." Brian heart began to race. He had promised himself he wasn't going to think about being naked in Shaun's shower before but now he was going to do it again. And this time Shaun knew about it. Would he make an excuse to walk in this time? Brian could only hope so. He went to the bathroom, stripped and got in the shower. He ran the water and slowly soaped his body, making sure to get every nook and cranny clean. He wanted to jerk off his raging hardon but was trying to see if Shaun would make an unannounced appearance. He heard the door bell ring and knew the pizza was here. "Hey, hurry up in there, the pizza is getting cold. Leave it alone and dry off," I joked. But then thought better of it as that remark may have been too personal. As much as I like to think about what he was doing in the shower, it really was none of my business. Brian came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and sat down to eat. "A little light on clothes, aren't we?" I commented while enjoying the view. "If I spill pizza sauce on me I have the towel to wipe it up and won't be making a mess of my clean clothes." I like the way he thinks. For whatever reason he can come up with, I like him in just a towel. Maybe if he gets up too quick the towel will fall off? Shaun O'Riley, get your mind off of that. I'm the moral compass, remember? Unfortunately the compass is pointing due South. I ate three pieces and was full, Brian was still shoveling it in with no end in sight. A typical growing boy. I excused myself to go take my shower and left him to clean up. As I got in the shower my mind went back to imagining him naked in my shower again. Was he stroking his cock when I told him to leave it alone? If he was, had he already finished? My cock was boning up but I didn't want to take the time to jerk it off. Brian would be wondering why I was taking so long. I wouldn't cum as quick as a teenager might have. I dried off and followed his lead, wrapping a towel around my waist as I headed to the bedroom. Brian was already in my queen sized bed with the sheet pulled up over him. It was the only sleeping arrangements I had on such short notice. "I hope you don't mind but I always sleep in the nude. If that's a problem, I can put something on," Brian offered "I sleep the same way so if you don't mind, I don't mind. This bed is big enough we can each have our own side." I turned off the lights, dropped my towel and slid into my side of the bed. He was already in bed so I didn't get a chance to check out his crotch so he wasn't going to get the chance to check out mine. We said good night and all was quiet for a few minutes until Brain broke the silence. "Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. It's kind of a weird question." "You can ask me anything you want, weird or not," I responded softly. "The other day when Lloyd was bullying me and talking about shoving his cock up my ass. Is that really a thing or was he just trash talking?" Well, I did say he could ask me anything. And his mother wants me to help him with questions he has about life. I thought explaining how to lay out a stair stringer would be a difficult question. Guess I thought wrong. "It's a thing alright. A guy can insert his penis into someone's rectum, a man or a woman. But it has to be consensual and it takes preparation. What Lloyd was talking about was rape, plain and simple." "I went on my computer the other night and did a search for some porn showing people doing that. I have to be careful because my mom checks my browser history to see where I have been. I thought the ones I saw were faking it and not really putting it in. How the does it fit? I tried putting a finger in my ass that night and it hurt like hell! The guys in the porn seemed to be enjoying it so I knew it had to be fake." "The guys you were watching are professionals. They have sex two or three or more times a day so their holes are stretched out. Plus they have to prepare properly. But I'm not sure they're not really enjoying it for the most part, it's their job to make it look good for the camera." "How do they prepare for something like that? I can't even imagine what it would take." "The first thing they have to do is clean out really good so it doesn't get nasty. Then they sometimes will insert a butt plug and leave it in to relax their sphincter before they go on camera." "Sounds like there is a lot to it. But it still seems gross. Why would anyone want to do it?" I looked over at Brian and the sheet over him was tented with an erection from all this sex talk. I decided it was time to lighten the conversation. "Anal sex is not very well received in the finer circles of society but it has it's place in the menu of sexual play. It's like this, Brian. In spite of taking shit from it's owner all day long and being used as a derogative name, your asshole can really be a tender and sensitive thing." Brian started to giggle at my assessment. "And just like getting into an exclusive night club, once you get past the muscle at the back door, there is a lot of pleasure to be had on the inside," I continued. "Stop it! You're going to make me piss myself," Brian begged as he continued to giggle uncontrollably. "And once you in you'll get a warm and fuzzy feeling, really fuzzy if he hasn't trimmed his hairs back there." I started to laugh out loud, making Brain yell at me. "Damn you, Shaun, I really have to piss. Do you want me to wet your bed?" "You better not. Get your ass up and go to the bathroom before you do." Brian threw back the sheet and jumped out of bed. His feet got tangled in the sheets and he stumbled and fell on his back on the floor. "Shit!," he exclaimed. "Shit? I thought you had to piss. Can't you tell the difference?" "Please, please, stop it. You're torturing me," as he lay on the floor in a fit of giggles. I wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt so I turned on my bedside light and leaned across the bed to make sure he was ok. I looked down at him, spread eagle on the floor, with a beautiful stiff 7" cock pointing up at me. When he saw me looking at him, he stopped giggling and his face turned bright red. He tried to cover himself but there was no way his two hands were going to conceal what I saw. "You better not let that thing go off while you aiming it my way," I joked to ease his embarrassment. He rolled over and scramble on his hands and knees towards the door, shouting back at me as he went, "You're as asshole, you know that. A big fucking asshole! I should have pissed in your bed," as he go up and ran out the door. I couldn't let him get the last word in so I yelled after him, "I may be an asshole, but I'm not a fucking asshole! No one has fucked me!" Maybe not my best comeback, considering the conversation we had been having. But Brian was not one to be bested at getting in the last word. From the bathroom he screamed back at me between giggles, "Not yet, Mister, not yet." Ok, he won that volley. I wasn't going to keep it going. He came back to bed shortly and peeked his head in the door. "Turn off the light, will you?" "Why, I've already seen everything you have to show. And it's nothing to be embarrassed about. Pretty impressive if you ask me." "Well I didn't ask you." I also had a huge boner, partly from our conversation and partly from getting a good look at a naked Brain sprawled out on the floor. I had raised my knees up so I wasn't making the obvious tent with the sheet. Brian charged in from the door and over to my side of the bad and yanked the sheet completely off the bed in one quick move, leaving me laying there with my cock tucked between my legs. "What the hell? Give me back the sheet." "It's my turn for a look," he chuckled as he jumped on the foot of the bed and pushed my legs apart giving him a good look at my one eyed monster. He just stared at it still holding my knees when I broke the mood. "Okay, are you happy now?" "Yes, . . . um, I mean, no . . . I mean, ah, well . . ." fumbling for his words as again he turned bright red. He let go on my knees and got back on the floor to pick up the sheet and throw it back on the bed. "It's a hot night and neither one of us has anything to hide any more. We can leave the sheet off if you like. Or put it back over us if you'd feel more comfortable." "Up to you," he mumbled as he rolled on his side facing away from me. "Good night." "Good night, Brian. No more questions tonight?" No response other than a grunt. Before I turned off my light, I looked down at his beautiful bubble ass easily within reach of my right hand. Fucking hell! What was I thinking? Was I really contemplating putting my hand on his ass cheek? What started off as an innocent question from a curious teenager had morphed into something I wasn't ready for. I'm going to have to watch myself around this boy. This is not who I am at all. Now if I could only convince my twitching, leaking, stiff cock of that. I awoke in the middle of the night, presumably because I had to piss. But that's not what woke me. Brian had rolled back over in his sleep and was not only facing me but was up against my side, his right leg over mine and his arm across my chest. His cock was still hard and must have been that way for a while because I felt a big wet spot on my hip from his precum leaking. My cock came to life but I knew this was not good for either of us. I gently slid out from under him and off the side of the bed. I grabbed the sheet and threw it back on the bed, covering Brian. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself then back to bed. As I got into bed I gave Brian a shove on his shoulder. "Hey, get back on your own side of the bed," half waking him. "I get up to piss and you roll right onto my side. Would you jump in my grave that quick?" Grunting and groaning and not fully waking up he rolled back on his side and none the wiser of his cuddling up to me. I lay awake for some time, ready to jump out a bed in a heart beat every time he moved the slightest bit, worried he would come back to my side. I eventually fell asleep. Brian was up and dressed when he woke me in the morning. "Come on and get moving. You can't meet the building inspector naked?" Evidently our conversation last night didn't have any lasting uneasiness on his part. Mine, not so sure. He had made coffee and toast for both of us. We finished just as the inspector arrived. He was pleased with the changes we made and signed off so the electrician could begin. As he was inspecting our work, Brian, the little knowledge sponge that he is, was asking him a million questions non stop. How long did it take him to be a building inspector? Did he have to go to school or just know what the codes where? How long has be been doing this kind of work? "What was the worst job you've inspected, one that was really screwed up and dangerous?" "Oh that's easy," he answered, "The last job I inspected for Shaun. It was a catastrophe waiting to collapse." He winked at me as he said it. "Shit! Really?" "Hey, I warned you about that mouth of yours. Watch the language!" I scolded him. "Oh sure," the inspector went on, "I nick named him 'Shit Show Shaun' " The look on Brian's face made us both break out in laughter. Brain knew he had been pranked and growled at us. "Seriously, Brian, Shaun is one of the best contractors in town. I never have any problems with his work." "Then how come we had to work all night to make thee changes?" Brain asked "I could tell Shaun was working with what was already here and it was fine by the old code but there have been changes recently and that's why it had to be moved. That's why I'm here. I told Shaun it didn't meet the new code and he made the necessary changes. No argument, no hassle. You can learn a lot from him. By all the questions you have asked me I can tell you want to learn all you can." The inspector shook Brian's hand and wished him luck and success in his work. "You know, if you're so talkative this morning maybe you should call you Mother and tell her I'll be dropping you off as soon as the electrician gets here." "Already did called her. I knew she'd be off to work early so that' why I got up when I did. I called her while you were still sleeping. She said to say 'hi'. She's already left for work for the day. Can I hang here for the day and watch the electrician work?" "So you can grill him all day and pump him for everything he knows?" "Well, maybe not everything, just the basics," he laughed. "I'll ask him when he shows up. I have some errands to run this morning so I can't stay here." "In that case, can you do me a favor? I need a ride to the other side of town to get something for my mother." "Sure, no problem. Where are we going? "Mom made me keep my first week's paycheck and wanted me to buy something for myself. I can't think of anything I really want or need so I'm going to buy her a gift certificate at the fancy day spa so she can go and have a day for herself." "Damn, you're an amazing young man. Of course I'll give you a ride." We headed out as soon as the electrician arrived and got to work. I pulled up in front of the day spa and Brian went in to buy the gift certificate. He came out looking rather glum. "What's up? Did you get what you wanted?" "No, It was like twice what I had to spend to get her what I wanted for her. I guess I'll have to come up with something else." I reached in my pocket and took out $150 and gave it to him. "I can't take an advance on my pay. I have to give this week's pay to my mother." "Not an advance, a bonus. When I sign a contract there is usually a completion date on it. If I run late, I might have to pay a penalty. But if I finish early, sometimes I might get a bonus. Not having to reschedule the electrician saved me a lot of headache and some money to boot. So this is your completion bonus." "No, we already agreed what I'd be paid so I can't accept any more." "Look, you little shit, take the damn money and go get your mother what she deserves!" I said loudly with mock anger, then smiled at him. "Hey, you watch your mouth, big fella." Then he leaned over my front seat and gave me a big hug, one that lasted longer and tighter than just a thank you hug. "Son of a bitch, Shaun, you're the best fucking thing that ever happened to me in my whole life." A tear ran down his cheek and he pulled back and smiled ear to ear. I didn't have the heart to admonish him for this language again. Besides, my mind was on my cock chubbing up from his hug. I'm going to have to very careful around him until I figure out what is going on with me. He bolted out of the truck and ran back to get the gift certificate. Coming back to the truck, he was skipping and whistling. He jumped in and we went to finish the rest of my errands. By the time we got back to the house, the electrician had finished his work. Brian gave him a hand carrying his tools to his truck, quizzing him intently as he did. "So now what are we going to do for the rest of the day?" Brian asked. "I'm not sure. I took the whole day off from my other work thinking this would take longer. So the rest of the day is ours. What do you usually do with your days?" "I do my chores, read sometimes and mostly just be freaking bored out of my mind until my mother gets home. Notice, no cussing that time," he pointed out. "That's doesn't sound like fun. Maybe we should make some sales calls and see if we can drum up some work. There is a water park the next town over, maybe we can start there?" "Trying to find carpenter work in a water park? What are you going to do solicit customers who want an ark?" "Yeah, that might not work. But maybe it will. Let's get our swim suits and go find out." I smirked at him. His face lit up as he realized what I was up to. "For sure! It might take the rest of the day to try and find a client you know." "Probably will. Let's go." Brain ran out of the house and into the truck as I was getting my swim stuff. We when to his house and got what he needed and then off to the water park. It had been so long since I had taken a day for myself I wasn't sure who was more excited about this trip, him or me. We chatted about everything and nothing on the way to the water park. I parked the truck and paid our way in. Middle of the day on a weekday meant it wouldn't be too crowded. The changing area and showers were just one big communal room. Brian started to undress and change into this swim suit, turning his back to me when he got totally naked. Again, the sight of his tight round ass had a surprising affect on my libido. I changed quickly before he had a chance to turn around and see my state of arousal. We tried every water slide once, most several times. Then on to the wave pool where a giant pump system propelled the water to create surf like waves in a large pool. Brian would stand close to me and feign being knocked over by the waves so he would fall into me. Again chubbing up, I decided to move deeper into the pool to hide the growing bulge in my shorts. Brian followed and continued his fake falls against me, one time his hand landing squarely in my crotch. He looked up at me and grinned, "And you said we wouldn't find any wood at the water park. I found some," laughing and diving away from me. I stayed where I was, wishing my hardon to subside. Next we went to the Lazy River. It was a slow moving man made river that meandered through the park. They gave you a giant tube to sit in as the current pushed you along. The tubes were pretty big so when you sat in them your ass hung way down below the tube. Brian and I were the only two in our section of the river. When we drifted away from the loading area, Brian maneuvered in front of me and then swung around to face me. As he let the current push me into him, he stuck his foot under my tube and into my crotch. Jiggling and wiggling his foot made my cock come to life yet again. He had a devilish grin on this face as he proclaimed, "I found wood again. What do you know about that?" "Oh yeah? Well two can play at that game," as I pushed my foot into his crotch, surprised to find he was stiff as well. "I hope so," putting his other foot against me. We drifted along playing footsy and a feint hearted attempt to escape the other one provocation. As we came around the bend in the river, a few people had stopped and gotten out of their tubes. The game came to a halt so as not to be discovered. It gave us just enough time to relax and soften by the time we got to the unloading station. Deciding it was time to call it a day, we went back to the changing area. We both showered the chlorine off with our swim suits on, knowing full well what would happen if we got naked. On the trip home Brian was unusually quiet but smiling as he sat looking out the window. Ten minutes into the ride he turned to me and asked, "Do you always get hard so easily?" "Do you always tease guys to see what their reaction will be?" "Not all guys, just you," giggling loudly. "I guess you must be really horny all the time." "I seem to notice you were aroused as well." "Hell yeah, I'm always horny. Not much I can do about it though." "You can't be that naïve not to know about masterbation?" "Oh, I do, but the Bible says that a sin." "The Bible says a lot of things are a sin, but some are a necessary sin." "No way! You jerk off?" "That's kind of a personal question, isn't it?" "I suppose. So do I get a personal answer?" "Most guys don't like to admit it but it the pressure isn't released once in a while, it builds up until it releases itself, usually at night." "Oh yeah, the wet dream thing. I had one of those once. Scared the heck out of me. But you're a religious person, like my mother. How do you square that with your religion?" "I don't tell anyone," I laughed, remembering a funny story. "When I was a little younger than you I discovered the joys of self pleasure. But you're right, it's considered a sin. So the next time I went to confession I made the big mistake of confessing my act to the priest. Father Dominic was one of the old timers and very strict. As soon as I told him, he bellowed out, loud enough for everyone waiting their turn in the confessional could hear, 'Don't you know when you do that it's the Devil's right hand on your penis not yours! He is coaxing you into a life time of the pleasures of the flesh, the worst sin!" Normally I have to say a few Hail Mary's and pray for forgiveness and I'd be all set. Not this time. I was doing penance for a month. And when I came out of the confessional, all the women waiting were looking at me with disgust, the men were smirking and a few kids my own age were turning bright red in the face. I never told the truth in the confessional again." "So lying to a priest was a lesser sin than jerking off?" "Maybe not a lesser sin, but certainly a safer one." We both laughed at that comment. "So, do you still jerk off?" "Forgive me Brian, for I have sinned. I told my best friend to fuck off!" "You are forgiven, unholy Shaun, but I will tell you your penance at a later time." "So, do you jerk off to relieve some tension?" "You know my only sin is the occasional cuss word now and then." "Yeah, right." Brian smirked and his look gave me the honest answer. We pulled up in front of Brian's house and he jumped out of the truck almost before it stopped. He ran up tot he front door and burst in yelling for his mother. She came scurrying out of the kitchen, not knowing what all the excitement was about. "Mom, I got this for you. I want you to have it," shoving the gift certificate at her. "What is this? A gift certificate to the day spa?" ""Yeah Mom, I wanted to get you something nice, just for you." "But this is expensive. How did you afford this?" "You told me to buy something I wanted with my pay last week so that's what I did. I wanted to get you something you'd never spend the money on for yourself." "But this is more than you got last week. Did you spent this week's money too?" "Just my bonus. Not my whole pay. I know you need that this week." "Your bonus?" "Let me explain," Shaun started as told her how much Brian's help had saved him. "We both made this possible for a very deserving and hard working mother to pamper herself for a day." "I don't know what to say. The two of you need to learn not to spend your money foolishly. It is a sin to be wasteful, you both should go to confession this week." she admonished us both." "No worries, Mother, Shaun told me how to beat that." Brian blurted out. "HE WHAT?" "Only because what we did is not a sin," I immediately jumped in, " 'Each one must give as he had decided in his heart, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver' 2 Corintians 9:7" Mrs. Wilson chuckled and smiled. "You've beaten me at my own game again, Mr. O'Riley." "Please, Shaun, remember," "And it's Kate to you, young man. Brian, however did you find this man? Or maybe it's just one of the Lord's mysterious ways bringing him into our life." Then Brian told her about the water park excursion. "Do you two ever get any work done?" she asked. "Hell no, not today Mother." Immediately getting an admonishment from me and a dope slap on the back of the head from his mother. "We both needed a 'me' day, Kate. Until Brian came along I had forgotten how to have fun. All I ever did was work all day and then go home and work on the apartment. My life was miserable. But not anymore, thanks to Brian. And now you can have a 'me' day as well, thanks to Brian." No, I wasn't miserable, I was enjoying life now. And I was also getting very horny, something I also hadn't been doing in a long while. Not sure if this is a good thing or not at this point. But damn, it feels good to feel alive again. As I was leaving, Kate told me that next Tuesday was Brian's sixteenth birthday. "Sweet sixteen and never been kissed," she joked. "Come on, Mom, don't start on me." "You'll find someone soon enough, too soon for my liking probably. Just choose wisely. If you're available Shaun, I'd like to invite you to supper and then we can have some cake and ice cream." "Sounds good to me. Brian, do you think you're boss will give you the time off for a party?" "He darn well better. See Mom, no cussing this time." We all laughed. Kate told me the time and the menu. I headed towards the door and Brian followed to show me out. I turned to say good night and extended my hand to shake his. "Thanks for such an awesome day, Shaun. I don't think I've ever had so much fun." "I had fun as well. Guess we make a good team together." Brian pushed my hand to the side and came in for a hug. A tight hug. Then he moved his face towards mine and gave me a quick kiss on the lips which for as shocked as I was, I readily returned. "There, now Mom can't say I've never been kissed." He quickly turned and ran back into the house, shouting good night over his shoulder. I just stood there for a moment trying to get my mind wrapped around what just happened. This boy, not near a man yet, kissed me and I returned the kiss. Willingly. And enjoyed it. I ran to my truck and drove home, my mind swirling with emotion. What just happened was wrong on so many levels. His mother had entrusted his well being to me. She judged me to be a moral man and a good influence on her only son. Yet it felt so good. And so arousing. My cock was stiff and straining to be set free. Should I back away from him and keep my promise to his mother? Or should I just let Brian take the lead and see how this plays out? I got home and went in my apartment. I got undressed and climbed into bed, naked as always. My boner had subsided somewhat but was still a little chubbed up. Just before I shut off the light I looked over to the other side of the bed where Brian had slept the night before. I envisioned his naked body lying next to me, his innocent smile, his smooth chest and yes, his stiff cut cock rising straight up away from his body. My boner had returned full strength. Just as I was shutting off my light, my phone rang. It was Brian. "I just wanted to call and say goodnight proper. I was in a hurry earlier." "No problem," I enjoyed hearing his voice but wishing it was more than just his voice. "Also wanted you to know I'm 'sinning' right now. Good night." And he hung up. He was 'sinning'? What the hell did he mean by . . . Oh! I know. The horny little bugger is jerking off and he had to call and tell me. What a fucking tease. Lol. He wasn't the only one 'sinning' that night, more than once.