Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2022 03:06:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The contractor chapter three 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. In this chapter a crisis hits the young man's family but is helped get through it with the help of the contractor. 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 The Contractor Chapter Three "The Prodigal Son" Brian spent most of the weekend with his mother, making up for lost time the week before. Monday it was back to work as usual. Brian was his usual chipper self, chatting and joking but making no sexual references. Struck me as odd considering how explicit he had been on Friday. It made me relax thinking maybe that was all behind us. I was invited to his birthday celebration on Wednesday so I had to come up with an idea for a present. When I picked him up for work I told him I wanted to go to the building supply store to look for a new work pouch. My old one was getting pretty shabby. I made sure to ask him for his recommendations of which one was best, making a mental note of his preference. The next day I returned to the store and bought the one he liked, along with some basic carpentry tools and a carpenter's box. I was picturing the look on Brian's cute little face when he opened these presents. But then I had an 'ah-ha' moment and wondered if I overstepped. Was I going to be overshadowing what his mother had gotten him? Maybe I should have asked her first? I just pulled into my driveway when my phone rang. I was Brian's mother's number. Did she has mental telepathy and knew what I had done? "Hi Dorothy, what's up?" "I need some advice if you don't mind. I'm at a loss as to what to get Brian for his birthday. I got him an electric shaver he had mentioned several times and some new clothes. But none of that has a zing for a sixteen year old. Any ideas?" "Funny you should ask. I just returned from the contractor supply store and bought him a tool pouch, some tools and a carpenter box. I was wondering if I should have asked you first." "He'll love those gifts. Any more ideas?" "Not really but how about if you give him the pouch and I'll give him the tools and the box? That will spread it out between the two of us." "Are you sure? I don't want to take away from what you're giving him.' "I'd prefer it this way. The best gifts should be from a parent or loved one." "I'm getting the feeling you love him just as much as I do. So I guess splitting up your purchases would be a good idea, if you're sure about it." I'm not sure how she meant I loved him as much as her. I hope just in a familial way and not anything more. "I'll make an excuse to run out this evening while he is working and drop of the tool pouch so you can wrap it. See you around 8:00." That evening I made an excuse to leave and ran the pouch over to Dorothy. She was having second thoughts when she saw it but I insisted she put her name on it. I left work early on Tuesday so I could get home and take care of the three S's any man must do when going to special event; Shit, Shower and Shave. His mother had cooked a delicious roast and had made a fancy cake. After eating Brian opened his presents. He opened his mothers and was over the moon with excitement. "Mom, this is awesome! This is just the one I wanted. How did you know?" "I had a spy working for me," she replied as she winked at me and smiled. He had to immediately try it on and show his mother how good it looked on him. As he opened my presents he placed each tool in it's designated place in his pouch. "What do you two think? Do I look like a professional now?" "You act like a pro and you work like a pro so it's only right you look like one as well." He put on quite a show, dancing around the room, gyrating his hips and thrusting sideways to flip his pouch out away from him. His mother and I got a kick out of his antics. "Now that you're sixteen you're approaching manhood, faster than your mother would like and not as fast as you'd like," I began. "Have you given any thought as to what you'd like for a career?" "I was thinking after I graduate I would go to work for you full time and learn the trade." "Nothing wrong with that, nothing at all," as I looked at his mother's face her blank look didn't tell me if she was pleased with his goals or disappointed. "Don't limit yourself. I have done ok for myself and enjoy what I do. But you are a bright guy and the possibilities for you are endless. You can go to college and get an engineering degree, a degree in finance, become a doctor, anything you want. Just don't become a lawyer, they suck big time. Sorry Dorothy. Or you can go into any of the trades, carpentry, electrical, plumbing, automotive or whatever. As long as you find something that makes you happy and you can earn a good living then that's what you should do. You don't have to make a decision right away, but start thinking about it." "That's right Brian, you don't have to decide tonight which college you're going to attend, tomorrow morning is soon enough," she said with a smile. "Okay Mom, and Shaun, how about if I attend the Shaun O'Riley School of Nail Banging? I heard it has a great professor with lots of hands on teaching." Changing the subject I asked for another helping of cake. I didn't want Dorothy to think I was steering her son away from college. The rest of the evening went quickly with more food and conversation. Brian and his mother both walked me to the door so Brian didn't have a chance for any of his funny business as he was saying good night at the door. Brian called me early the next morning and asked if he could spend the day with me, "I have some work lined up and I'm not sure I could bring you along. What's up?" "How about if I just stay at your place and work on the apartment?" "What's going on, Brian? Is something wrong?" "Come get me and I'll tell you all about it." I got dressed quickly and headed over as fast as I could. Something wasn't right at his house. His mother's car was still there when I got there even though she should have left by now. I went up to the door and before I could knock, the door opened a crack and then all the way. "BRIAN!!" his mother yelled, "Get away from the door and don't open it for God's sake." "It's okay, Mom, it's Shaun. I called him." As I entered the house his mother admonished him for calling me. "I told you not to get him involved. It's not his problem." "But Mom, he saved me from Lloyd, maybe he can help again." Both he and his mother were ghost white and worried. "Is Lloyd giving you trouble?" I asked trying to figure out what was going on. "My older brother Frank came to the house right after you left last night." I looked at Dorothy. "Is he the one who skipped out on the charges against him?" not really wanting to get too personal with her. She looked down at the floor as she replied. "Yes, he is back in town, still hiding from the police. He owes his drug dealer $5,000 and wants me to give it to him or his dealer will kill him." "Is he here now?" I asked quietly. "No, he left and said he'd be back tomorrow night to get the money. Then he left." "Did you call the police?" "No, he said if I did his dealer would come after me for the money himself. I told him I didn't have that much money and no way I could raise it in two days. He told me if I didn't, his dealer would take Brian instead. His dealer is also into human sex slave trade and thought Brian would be worth a bundle. I don't know what to do. I certainly didn't want to call you, Shaun, and get you mixed up in this." "Brian did the right thing. You can't handle anything like this yourself. Let me call Lt. Peterson and see what he says. I won't tell him who I'm calling about so it won't lead back to you until we figure out how to handle this." As soon as I called him he knew exactly who I was talking about without me mentioning any names. "The talk on the street is that Frank Winston was back in town to settle an old score. We've been on the lookout for him, not knowing what he was here for. He's a dangerous guy and I would advise you and Mrs. Winston and Brian to be very careful. We can post a patrol car in front of the house if you want." "I think he'd see that and just wait it out and approach them again, bullshit that they called the police. We need a better plan." "You have anything in mind?" "How about if I have Brian and his mother come stay at my place tonight. You have a plains clothes detective come to her house early in the morning and hide out for the day. I'll come over after work and be there to meet Frank with the money to pay him off. When he shows up, your man can take him into custody." "Won't he be suspicious that you're there and not Mrs. Winston?" "She couldn't come up with the money but I did so I want to give it to him in person. I don't want her or Brian to be in the house in case it gets ugly. Sound like we can make this work?" "Ok, but with one difference. I'll be the cop in hiding. I've been hunting this guy ever since he skipped town. I want him bad." "Sure, sounds good to me." "One more thing. Can you be there in the morning as well and stay all day in case he comes by earlier than planned?" "Sure, no problem. What ever it takes to put this guy away." I filled Dorothy and Brian in on our plan and told them to pack some things and I'd take them over to my house, leaving her car here to make Frank think she is home. We'd stay there for the rest of the day and overnight. I'd leave the next morning to go wait at her house with Lt. Peterson for Frank to return. I felt sorry for Dorothy, sitting around my apartment all day worrying about what would happen. Brian and I kept busy with some small things in the rehab apartment. Brian brought his mother upstairs to see the work we had done. He pointed out everything that he had personally done with great pride. We got through the day and ordered take out for supper, none of us being very hungry. Naturally I gave Dorothy my bed and Brian was to sleep on the couch. I would make do on the floor. As we were getting ready for bed, Brian dug through his backpack and took out some balloons from his party and some other things he had packed. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "A home made burglar alarm in case Frank tries to get in here tonight." I watched to see if I could figure out what he was up to. But had no idea. He blew up the balloons and tied them off. Then he took and torn off short pieces of duct tape from a large roll he had brought. He pierced the pieces with a bunch of thumb tacks that stuck threw the tape. He stuck the tape near the bottom of all the doors in the house and then taped a balloon about a foot away from each door. Some longer pieces of tape filled with tacks that he stuck just inside the window sills of every window. "If he opens a door, the tacks will pop the balloon, waking us up. If he comes in through the window he will put his hands on the sill to climb in and get jabbed by the tacks. Either way, it will be noisy." "I think you've watched that movie 'Home Alone' too many times," I chuckled. "Better safe than sorry, that's all." We turned in for an uneasy night of sleep. After about an hour I could hear Dorothy lightly snoring, finally able to doze off. Shortly after, Brian whispered from the couch. "Shaun, are you asleep?" "No, just listening for any unusual noises. Are you asleep?" "No, dummy. I wouldn't be asking questions if I was." "Oh yeah, right," I smiled even though the room was dark. "I'm scared. Can I come sleep on the floor with you?" "I'm here to keep you and your mother safe. I don't mind you sleeping down here but what you mother say if she found you beside me?" "She'd be glad you were protecting me, that's all." He slid off the couch and crawled over to me. I lifted my blankets and he moved in beside me. With his mother in the house, neither one of us had opted to sleep naked of course. Brian cuddled up next to me and wrapped his body around me as tightly as he could. "Feel better now?" I asked him. "Much better, thanks." My face was inches away from his and the smell of his hair, the warmth of his body and the physical contact sent the blood rushing to my groin. I tried to reposition myself to hide my stiffening boner from he but he was wrapped around me too much to change anything. "No need to move around. The same thing is happening to me as well." As he mentioned it, I could feel his hardness against my thigh. We just lay there, wrapped in each other's arm, our cocks pressing into one another. Brian raised his head and brought his lips to mine. I knew better than to let him continue but I just let him anyway. Short little pecks on the lips, then a little longer contact, and finally a full on press on my lips. My hand started to caress his shoulder as I let out a quiet moan. "Shhh, don't wake up Mom." Listen for Frank, don't moan when he kisses me, don't get dragged into making out with this young man, although now he is sixteen. Still legally underage but not as much as a fifteen year old. How's that for justifying what I did next. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. Then pushed my tongue past his and we made out passionately for what seemed like an hour. More like ten minutes. We broke our kiss and caught our breath. "Still scared of Frank?" I asked him. " Frank who?" he snarkly replied. "I thought so." "But I am nervous about something else." "That your mother might catch us?" "No, I'm nervous that I'm falling in love with you and that you might not feel the same way towards me." That left me speechless. I had no idea how to answer him. I did have feelings towards him. Hell, we just made out like red hot lovers for the past tem minutes. But I haven't had any sexual action since my wife and I divorced. So it could just be that. After all, I'm straight not gay. My cock and my mouth are telling me otherwise. He is nervous, I'm scared shitless. Not of Frank, of his little brother lying next me. Best thing is to just be honest with him. "Brian, I really like you and have very strong feeling towards you. Whether it is love or not, I have no idea. I'm not sure you know for sure, either. We'll just have to see what happens and not get too carried away with labels. Okay?" "Okay, I guess. I hope I didn't upset you." "Not at all." I replied telling him the biggest lie I've ever told him. Brian hugged me and zoomed back in to resume making out. What could I do? Stop him? Be sensible? Be the moral compass Dorothy expected me to be? Tomorrow! Tonight I want more of him. The next morning Brian was awake before any of us. The smell of coffee woke me up. I went into the kitchen as Brian was fixing a cup to take to his mother. She had decided she had to go to work and was going to take Brian with her. They would be safe at the clinic for the day. I got dressed, ate breakfast and got out my pistol and loaded it. If things were going to get ugly, I didn't want to walk into anything unprepared. Dorothy dropped me at her house and took my truck to go to work. Lt. Peterson got dropped off and came in the house with me. "Mark," I started with Lt Peterson, "Just so you know I am armed. If things get ugly, I don't want to be a sitting duck. I have no desire to use it so I won't go all cowboy on you. Just have it to back you up. I'm fully licensed to carry so I'm legal." "Okay, but just remember if you shoot me by mistake, you'll get no more favors from me." We went upstairs to wait, a long and boring day. Around 8:00 we heard the back door squeak, then footsteps coming through the house. Frank called out when he got to the living room. "Mom, are you here. I need the money or else." I stood at the top of the stairs and hollered down to him. "Your mother isn't here but I am. I have your $5,000. Are you alone?" "Who the fuck are you and where is my mother?" "I'm Shaun O'Riley, a friend of your mothers. She couldn't raise the money and was afraid to be here in person. But I'm giving you my money so you will go and leave her alone. I'm coming down stairs now." "You better not be a fucking cop or you'll be a dead cop before I leave here." "Not a cop of any kind, just a family friend who wants to help. Here I come." I slowly started down the stairs, one step at a time. By heart was racing, my palms were sweaty and my breathing was going out of control. I took his threat to mean he had a gun and I sure he wasn't afraid to use it. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I put my arms out in front of me, holding the money in my left hand. "If you're screwing with me, you won't live to tell about it. Give me the damn money." I handed him the envelope with the money as he reached out to grab it. He opened it and counted it. "You know in a way I was hoping she wouldn't come through with the cash. I would have not only paid my debt but got a bonus if I gave Brian to him. Lloydo has a thing for Brian, not sure why. He would have kept him for himself for a while before selling him off. Oh well, I got what I came for. Now get out of my way." I moved away from the stairs and towards the center of the living room. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Is Lloyd Oliver his drug dealer? And a sex trafficker to boot? I looked past Frank and saw that Mark had quietly came down the stairs and was sanding just behind Frank. "No shit, Lloyd Oliver is your supplier? And a sex trafficker? This night just keeps getting better and better. It's a two-for" "What the hell do you mean by that?" Mark got right behind Frank and put his pistol against the back of Frank's head. "Don't move a muscle. You're under arrest." Mark cuffed him, read him his rights and explained that I meant Frank was arrested and Lloyd was implicated in a whole bunch of crimes. He called for back up to transport Frank to the station and put out a BOLO for Lloyd. I told Mark to call me if he needed anything more from me and sped over to my apartment to let Dorothy and Brian know they were safe. "See, Mom, I told you Shaun would make it alright. He's our hero." "Not a hero, Brian, just protecting the people I care about so no harm can come to them." Dorothy came and gave me a big hug, joined in a three way hug by Brian. "I don't know how we'll ever repay you for what you've done. You truly are a hero, whether you admit it or not." "Now that Frank is back in custody, he can get the help he needs to get sober. Someday you may have two sons again." "Maybe I'll have two as long as you don't steal this one away from me," she smiled. I half heartedly smiled back at her, not knowing exactly what she meant by that. Had she come into the living room the other night and found Brian and I wrapped up together? Did she sense something that Brian felt and I was denying? I offered them a ride home but Dorothy asked if they could stay another night. "It felt so safe here in your apartment. Would it be imposing too much to ask for one more night?" "Oh please, Shaun, it does feel so much safer here. I'm not scared at all when I'm here with you. You know, when Mother and I are here with you." "You welcome to stay as long as you like." A search warrant was issued by morning and a search of the Oliver home found enough evidence to put out an arrest warrant for Lloyd. Lloyd was found hiding in the pool house behind the house and was killed in a shoot out with police. Brian and his mother stayed another night, her sleeping in my bed and Brian and I sleeping together on the floor, making out like two horny teenagers. Or one horny teenager and one affection-starved guy who should have known better. This time it didn't take much convincing on Brian's part for me to really get into making out. Our mouths were mushed together, our tongues sliding in and out of each other and our hands going all over each other, rubbing and caressing and exploring. The warmth and smoothness of his young body has me so worked up Frank and Lloyd both could have walked into the house and I wouldn't have cared. I was trying very hard not to think about his mother, however. But them she crept into my mind. I pulled back from our kiss and was about to stop Brian when he lowered his head to my chest. He stuck out his tongue and licked my right nipple. I had never had anyone, not my wife, not even myself, give my nipples any attention. They were just useless features of the male body. Or so I thought. The sensation as he licked and kissed and sucked on my nipple, first one and then the other, were driving me crazy. It also drove all thoughts of his mother out of my head. I placed one hand on the back of his head and pulled him tight against me, increasing his desire for my nipples. My other hand ran up and down his back, going lowering with each pass until I had my hand at the top of his ass cheeks. He maneuvered slightly to give me better access to his ass. I took his signal and lowered my hand to massage his sweet young ass. I had fantasized about what it would feel like from the first time I saw it as he headed to the bathroom to piss the first night he stayed over. I was not disappointed. Having the real thing in my hand was so much better than my fantasy. Muscular but soft, submitting to my kneading like a batch of uncooked bread dough. Soft and firm all at the same time. As I was working on his bubble butt and he was making out with my nipples he took his hand and lowered it to my crotch. He quickly found my stiff cock straining against the shorts I was wearing to bed. He grabbed it and slowly stroked it as best it could through the fabric. I was in absolute heaven. I wanted to take a hold of his cock but needed a third hand. I didn't want to leave his ass and holding his head against my chest enjoying this new found erogenous zone left me with a choice, one or the other. Even taking limited strokes I was getting close to shooting my load in my shorts. Just then Brian picked his head up from my chest and came back up to my face for another deep kiss. He wiggled his ass and whispered in my ear, "Do you want it? It can be all yours, you know." Whoa! Stop everything! Did he just offer his virgin ass for me to fuck him? This was way too much and way too soon. Before I could get over the shock of his offer, we both saw the light come on in my bedroom and hear Dorothy get out of bed. Shit, have we been caught? We both rolled away from each other, lying uncomfortably on our stomachs to hide our boners, breathing hard but trying not to make a sound. In a few minutes we heard the toilet flush and then the light go back off in the bedroom. "Guess not tonight. Another time then?" Brian whispered. My cock had been shriveling up from the danger of being caught but his comment made me go hard again in seconds. I just kind of grunted and rolled on my side facing away from him. This was moving faster than I was expecting. Hell, it was something I wasn't even expecting really. My thoughts about Brian's body were getting out of hand and now his aggressiveness was making matters worse. How can I slow him down without hurting his feelings? Or do I want to slow him down? Again, my Brian says less, slow down or better yet, stop. But my cock says full speed ahead to where ever Brian leads me.