Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2022 02:17:33 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Contractor - Chapter Four 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 things are getting back to normal when the contractor is asked to take the young man in for a few weeks where their relationship intensifies. 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 Four "The House Guest" The next morning Dorothy was the first one up. She had made coffee by the time Brian and I woke up and went into the kitchen. "Thank you for much for everything you've done, Shaun. Brian and I will be leaving shortly and returning home. We have nothing to fear anymore from Frank or Lloyd thanks to you and your friend." "Aw, Mom, can't we stay another night? Shaun wouldn't mind, would you Shaun?" "It would be okay with me, but it's up to your mother, Brian." "We've imposed enough on Shaun, it's time to get things back to normal. Besides, I want to have a talk with you this morning, Brian. A private talk." Like the shots that killed Lloyd, that announcement went right through my heart. She must have figured out what Brian and I were doing on the floor. Would I be sharing a cell with Frank? Would I ever be able to see Brian again? Would my reputation in town be ruined and I'd forever be labeled as a pedophile? As they headed towards the door, Brian turned to look at me, just as worried as I was about the 'talk'. I mouthed to him, 'call me later'. He nodded. Again Dorothy thanked me for everything and said she'd be in touch. Oh, I'm sure she will. And maybe the long arm of the law will be in touch as well. When they got home, Dorothy had Brian sit on the couch next to her. "Brian, I called Mrs. Oliver this morning to express my condolences for the loss of her only son. She is still in a state of shock over all of it. The drug dealing, the sex trafficking and of course, his death. She is also very upset about the trouble her son has caused our family. She wants to meet with me this morning to apologize in person and asked me to bring you along. Do you think you'd do that?" "If you want me to, Mom, I'll go. I have nothing against her. It was her son that was the asshole. I know language, Mom, sorry." She reached over and hugged Brian tight. "Considering what you've been through the last few days, a little cuss word can be forgiven. But only one! I know this has been as traumatic for you as it has for me, maybe even more so. If you feel the need to talk about anything, I'm here for you. I'm sure Shaun would be as well. I wouldn't want to impose on him but I don't think he'd mind lending an ear for you. The two of you have really bonded." she smiled. "Were you mad at Shaun this morning? You seemed a little short with him. Were you upset he got in the middle of everything?" "O Lord, no. If he hadn't intervened I can only imagine the horror we would have been put through. Especially you. Frank wanted to use you as a bartering chip for his own greedy purpose. No, Shaun was sent to us from Heaven to protect us and care for us. I just felt embarrassed about imposing on him and putting him in danger. I didn't know exactly what to say to him to make it all right. We have been so lucky that he is in our lives. And you seem to be enjoying his company as well," she smiled. and hugged me again. Brian started to wonder if she knew more than she was letting on. His mother had never been one to not speak her mind. If she suspected anything between the two of them Brian was sure she would have been more direct about it. "Let's get cleaned up and then head over to Mrs. Oliver's house. I need a shower something awful." As his mother was showering, Brian called Shaun and filled him in on the conversation they had. "I'm so relieved. I was sure she discovered us last night and I was horrified about what she would say and do." "Same here. If she had, I didn't want to make the choice of who I wanted in my life, her or you." "Wait one minute, you're mother is always going to be in your life and don't you ever think otherwise." "And what about you? Will you always be in my life?" "For as long as you want me." I could tell he had that seductive smirk on his face as he answered me, "I'll always want you in me. Got to hang up, my mother is out of the shower." Damn him! He is such a hit and run artist. Make a sexual comment like that and then get off the phone. 'Always want me in him'. Relief for both of us that we weren't discovered and then he gives me a hit like that. What the hell am I going to do with him? Oh, I know what I want to do with him but it's either illegal, immoral or just downright not a good idea. Brian went with his mother to Mrs. Oliver's house. He was totally embarrassed sitting with the two mothers balling their eyes out over their lost sons and then praising him for being such a perfect son. When his mother stood up and announced they were leaving, it was none to soon for Brian. She took him home and then she went to work. "I hate to leave you alone but they are so short staffed at the clinic they want me in as soon as I can make. Will you be alright, or do you want me to stay home with you?" "I'm fine mother. Some alone time would be good right now. If I need anything I can always call Shaun. He told me to call him anytime, anywhere if I needed anything." "Okay, but don't pester him. He has work to do as well." Brian lasted all of ten minutes after his mother left before he decided to call Shaun. Not that he needed anything, he just wanted to hear his voice. "Hi Shaun, this is Brian." "I know. Your number came up on caller ID. What's up? You okay?" "Sure, I just wanted to tell you how it went at Mrs. Oliver's house this morning, that's all." Brian filled him in on the visit, the short version, without mentioning the embarrassing praise they heaped on him. "I feel bad for both of them. Losing a son is the worst thing that can happen to a parent." "As bad as not being able to be a parent at all?" Brian asked. "I have options. I can adopt, I can marrying a woman who already has children. When you child dies or goes to jail for most of his natural life, it's so finite." "I suppose if you really get desperate for a child you could always latch onto some cute neighborhood kid and drag him home with you." He didn't laugh but I know he had that smirk on his face. "That's risky. You might not pick a good one and end up with an asshole hanging around." "Or you could pick a great one and still have an asshole around you all the time. That might be handy." This time he laughed out loud. Again he had led the conversation where he wanted it to go. Right down in the gutter. The little shit! "I've got to get to work. You okay by yourself or do you want me to come pick you up?" "If you would it would be great. We can get a lot of work done upstairs and make up for the time you've lost with all this other bullshit going on. Plus I'll get to try out my new pouch and my other new tools." "I'll be over shortly. Be ready." Brian came bouncing down the front steps with his tool pouch already on his hip, stuffed to the brim with his new assortment of tools. "I'm ready. Let's get to it," he declared as he got in the truck, We stopped for some fast food and got back to my house around noon. He called his mother on my cell phone and told her he would be with me so she wouldn't worry. He handed the phone to me. "She want's to talk to you." Now I get the talk? Not the one I'm dreading, I hope. "Shaun, are you sure you want Brian hanging around today? I'm know you have a lot of time to make up working with what you've missed these last few days." "That's exactly why having him with me is a good idea. He's going to work with me at the apartment to catch up and get back on schedule. If it's alright with you?" "Of course it is. But please have him home by the time I return from work at 6:00 tonight so we can spend the evening together just getting back to normal." I was expecting a sexual verbal assault all afternoon from Brian, if not something physical. But he was throwing himself into his work, going harder and faster than I've ever seen him work. He'd smile every time he took a tool out of his pouch and then when he put it back in its designated spot he'd caress the side of the pouch. I guess bringing him here was good therapy, letting the work swallow him up instead of his drama at home. Plus he was getting all hands on physical with his pouch instead of me. We knocked off a little early so we could make sure to be home when Dorothy arrived. "Thanks for letting me come over, Shaun. I'm glad I didn't have to spend the whole afternoon alone." "Glad to have you around. Also great to get caught up a little bit. What's you mother's favorite take out food?" "Definitely Chinese." "Good. Why don't you use my phone and order up some Chinese food from her favorite restaurant so she won't have to cook when she gets home. Then run in the bathroom and clean up and we'll pick up the food on the way home." "Can I take a shower?" "Of course. You know where the towels are." "Okay, but . . ." "But what?" "You said you weren't going to leave me alone this afternoon. Do I have to shower alone?" There's that smirk I haven't seen all day. "YES! Man up and go get clean." "Can I 'man up' in your shower?" I reached out to give him a dope slap but he moved too quickly for me. "Going to have to be faster than that, old man," as he ran to the bathroom. He ran the water while he stripped off then got in and started washing. The little sneak didn't pull the curtain or close the door. He stood with his back towards the door, letting the soapy water and soapsuds roll down his back and cascade off that sexy bubble butt I had in my hands last night. He threw his head back and made exaggerated moves with his arms while cleaning his crotch. I don't know how he got his cock that dirty to need so much washing. I could see him start to turn his head to see if I was watching, or maybe better yet, getting ready to join him in the shower. I ducked back just in time so he didn't know if I had seen him or not. I quietly made my way back to the living room and sat on the couch like I had been there all the time browsing on my phone. He came into the living room drying himself with a towel, not bothering to cover up at all. His cock was semi erect, not from being casually naked, but I assume from being in a post orgasmic state. I didn't even pay any attention to him. I looked down at my phone and noted it was getting late so we better hurry. I could see his reflection in the window glass as he turned with a dejected look on his face realizing that he wasn't getting anywhere with his naked act. I stared intently at the window, drinking in the view once more of that delicious ass as he walked back to get dressed. I don't know if I was more impressed that while he was working, it was all work and no sexual innuendo or if I was disappointed that he hadn't started anything sexual. He seemed to have a good separation of work and play. We picked up the Chinese food and got home in time to set out the food before his mother walked in the door. "What's all this?" she looked at Brian as she asked. "I spent all afternoon cooking up your favorite food, just for you Mom." "Hmmm, I don't see any dirty pots or pans?" Brian looked around the kitchen quickly, "Of course not, Mom, Shaun cleaned everything up as I cooked." "Is this true, Shaun?" giving me a smile and a wink. "I can not tell a lie. So I'm going to keep my mouth shut and not say anything!" "Just like a red headed Irishman." I said my good byes and headed for the door as both Dorothy and Brian asked me to stay. "Not tonight, thank you. You and Brian deserve a night to yourselves to get back into your normal routine. Enjoy your food and I'll see you tomorrow." "Will you be picking me up in the morning, Shaun?" "Yeah, I could use your help during the day for another day or two. Then we'll be right back on schedule." Brian walked me to the door as his mother sat down to dish out some food. "You'll be all alone tonight, Shaun. Think you can 'man up' and handle it alone?" "I'm a big boy you know, I think I can handle it ok," throwing it right back at him. " I know you're a big boy, I've seen. Just don't commit too many sins tonight." "Good night, you little peckerhead." As I walked to my truck I was glad my back was towards the house. I had a massive hardon that was tenting the front of my jeans, painfully so. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it home before I would have to pull over some where and jerk off to relieve myself. I did make it home, though. As soon as I walked in the door I stripped off in the living room to let my cock spring free. The towel Brian had used in the shower was hanging on the bathroom door, still damp and smelling of teenage body odor. I put it to my face and inhaled deeply, his scent causing my cock to twitch. I closed my eyes and went back to last night, his tender ass cheeks like putty in my hands. My hand found my cock, but it wasn't my hand. In my mind it was the hand of the horny young boy who stroked me last night. My other hand picked up some bath wash and spread some on my chest, letting my fingers rub it all over my nipples, my newly found erogenous zone. I pinched them a little almost to the point of pain, one and then the other. It didn't take long for my first load of the evening to shoot a good four feet out of my cock and splatter all over the floor. I sat on the edge of the tub to catch my breath, looking at the puddle of cum on the floor. That could just as easily be Brian's sperm sitting there. Then it hit me. I was once again letting myself go with this sexual attraction to Brian. I really have to decide how I'm going to handle this. Do I go all in and we become lovers? Or do I restrain myself and be the mentor that Dorothy expects? And what of Brian? Is he just playing a teasing game or is he also looking to become much more involved with me? I can't think straight on an empty stomach. I took my shower and went to eat the additional Chinese I had Brian order for me. Now I had a full stomach, I could think better. Maybe. I just need a quick nap to refresh myself. I climbed into bed and lay there thinking about Brian coming out of my bathroom naked and then turning his ass to me as he walked away. Lying next to him on the floor last night making out while groping each other. Fuck! Now I'm hard again. I need to jerk off so I can think straight. But I can't think about Brian while I do. Nope, not going to. Thinking about baseball stats, that's good. Here it comes, here comes load number two. Take it Brian, take all of my cum from me. Let me shoot it all over your ass and down your crack. Son of a bitch! I promised myself I wouldn't think about Brian. But how can I stop it? My mind goes where it wants and my cock has a dirty mind of its own as well. Go to sleep, Shaun O'Riley and stop perving on young boys. No, not all young boys, just one, a very special one. The rest of the week and the beginning of next week were pretty much the same. Pick up Brian after his mother went to work, he and I work on the apartment all day, return him home before his mother got home. Sometimes we'd pick up take out, sometimes Brian were throw something together and sometimes his mother would cook. I'd stay to eat now and then but didn't want to make a pest of myself. Dorothy's favorite excuse. On the Monday of the following week there was a front page article in the local paper about the big drug bust at the Oliver's house. It went on about breaking up a human trafficking ring run by Lloyd. Frank had turned states evidence and was singing like the proverbial canary. He provided names, addresses, dates, contacts and anything else Mark needed to arrest fifteen people and the investigation was ongoing. Mrs. Oliver had gone into seclusion and Dorothy kept to herself going about her business as inconspicuously as possible. Mark called me Tuesday morning. "Hi Shaun, this is Mark, down at the station. I'm sure you've read the papers and know about the arrests we've made." "Yeah, great work! You'll be making chief of police soon if you keep this up." "It wouldn't have been possible without you and Mrs. Winston. Collaring Frank started the dominos falling. The investigation is ongoing and spreading across state lines." "Good news for sure." "There might be more good news for Mrs. Winston if it's ok with you." "With me? What do you mean?" "There is a new program in the Victims Compensation Law passed recently. It gives people who turn in or help apprehend bail jumpers up to 20% of the bail that was forfeited, in Frank's case, possibly up to $40,000. There may also be additional reward money for those we are still rounding up. I have the application paperwork on my desk but I haven't filled in a recipient yet. You were the one who contacted me and assisted in Frank's arrest so technically any reward money should go to you. But I know the financial hardship it caused Mrs. Winston when Frank ran out, her ending up losing her house and all. Would you be okay with me putting her name down as the responsible party and see that she gets any reward money? All together it could be as much as $75,000 with everything combined" "Hell yes, put her name on the papers. I didn't do it for the money, I did it to keep her and Brian safe from those animals." "I thought you might feel that way but I wanted to ask to make sure." "How soon do you think she would see any of the money?" "It's hard to say. Not for a month or two at the earliest. You know how slowly the bureaucracy moves. It's not certain how much the total will even be until everyone is arrested. I wouldn't advise telling her just yet until we se how this plays out. No sense getting her hopes up and then a lesser amount comes through." "I totally agree. I'll keep it to myself until I hear back from you." "Great. Thanks again for getting involved and getting these guys off the streets." I felt great about that news. Any amount of money would help take the pressure off Dorothy and Brian. About an hour later I got a call from Dorothy. "Hi Shaun." "Hi. Is everything alright?" "Yes fine. My manager read the morning paper and asked me if I wanted to switch off to the night shift for a week or two until things quieted down. The night shift is usually much quieter with less people coming through." "So he's trying to hide you? Protect the clinic's image?" "No, nothing like that. He just offered the switch because he felt it might be easier for me. He is fine with me staying on days if I choose. The night supervisor said she would gladly switch with me if I wanted but she said she'd understand if I wanted to stay on days." "What do you think you want to do?" "I think going on nights for a few weeks might be a good idea. A change is always good for the soul you know. There is only one problem. I don't want to leave Brian all alone at night. During the day it's fine, but nights are a different story. I even hate to ask considering everything but would you be willing to let him stay with you until I go back to days?" "You don't even have to ask. Of course I'd be happy to have a houseguest for a while. We'll work around you're schedule so he will be at home first thing in the morning and then later for supper so he spends some time with you. Have you asked him yet?" "No, but I have a feeling when I ask him, he'll drop the phone and be sitting on your doorstep when you open your front door," she laughed. "You're right. When will this start?" "I'm leaving early today and then taking tonight and tomorrow to get organized. I'll start my first night shift tomorrow evening. Does that work for you?" "That's fine. Tell Brian there will be no work today and I'll come by and pick him up tomorrow around 5:00 just before you leave." A double good news - bad news scenario. Good news for her, she may be coming into some serious money soon. Bad news for her, she is sending her young child to share a bed with a naked 28 year old guy. Good news for me, I get a 16 year old hard body naked teen to share my bed. Bad news for me, I get a 16 year old hard body naked teen to share my bed and get me in a world if shit if anyone finds out what we will probably be doing. I came by their house the next day at 5:00 to pick up Brian. Dorothy thanked me about five hundred times for taking Brian in for her. Brian said goodbye to his mother, grabbed his bag and headed out the door. On the ride back to my house he seemed quieter than usual. I had no idea why other than maybe missing his mother already. When we parked in front of my house, Brian turned and looked at me. "You didn't have to do this, you know. I would be fine by myself at night." "I know I didn't HAVE to do this but how about if I WANTED to have you come stay with me. I like you and we have a good time working together." "So, I'm just the hired hand?" "Not at all. I like your company whether we're working or hanging out or going to a water park or whatever. Do you not want to spend the next few weeks with me?" "I like hanging out with you too. I just don't want to be an obligation that you have to fulfill for my mother," as he lowered his head. I reached over and embraced him. "I want you here, end of discussion." Brian looked up at me and gave me a half a smile. I wasn't sure what had changed between us but I was hoping we would get through this and still be friends. Co-workers as a plus, but friends above all else. Brian had eaten so I grabbed a light supper and we settled on the couch to watch TV for a while. I suggested we get to be early because tomorrow was going to be his first full day of work. "Do you need a shower?" I asked. "No, my mother made me take one before you got there. One less thing to impose on you she said." "Okay." We both went into the bedroom and undressed without saying much to each other. "Still okay of I sleep naked? I brought pajamas just in case." "While you're here, my home is you're home. Sleep anyway you like." "Thanks," as he slid his underwear off and got under the sheets. I did the same. "Good night, Brian." I didn't know if a hug would be out of place right now. He was usually the one who initiated any night time contact so I left it up to him. When he rolled on his side away from me, I couldn't help but put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm not sure what's wrong, Brian, if you're mad at me or what. If you want to talk about it you know I will listen." Just a grunt in reply. I lay on my back and tried to get to sleep. After about ten minutes, Brian rolled back over and came over to me, putting his arm over my chest and squeezing me. He didn't say anything and I didn't either. I just squeezed him back and we stayed like that until we both fell asleep. There was nothing sexual, just two people holding on to each other trying their best to get their lives back to normal. The touch of skin, the warmth of another body, the feeling of connecting so we weren't alone. The next morning, as usual, Brian was up and making breakfast before I woke up. "Good morning, Shaun. What do you have planned for us today?" "Good morning, Brian. Today I want to replace all the molding in the living room up stairs. We'll tear out the old stuff, pick up some new trim and get it put back up. Probably a two day job at most." "Sounds like a plan. Let's eat and get started." He was talking this morning but still seemed not quite his spunky self. I know I was a little tired from waking up every time Brian moved in the bed last night so maybe it's the same with him. The day went quickly. We made small talk as we worked but kept up a steady pace. We had it all stripped by lunch time so we grabbed some fast food for lunch on the way to pick up the new molding. By supper time we had three quarters of the new molding installed. "Damn, that went quick," I commented. "Of course it did. I was here to help and make sure you didn't screw anything up." There it was. The smart aleck Brian mouthing off to me in his jovial way. "No way I was going to screw it up, we use nails for molding dummy." He shoulder punched me and off we went to get cleaned up and have supper. "You can have the first shower while I make supper. You sure you'll be alright showering all by yourself? You won't get lonely?" I teased him. "If I do, I'll just give you a shout." I started supper but had to stop to take a piss. I went to the bathroom and found the door slightly ajar, not fully open like last time. I shouted in to him, "Hey, I have to piss. Can I come in?" "Hell no! I'm not going to let you come in the shower with me to piss. Use the toilet." "Not in the shower, you goof. Come in the bathroom so I can get to the toilet." The shower curtain was closed so I just went to the toilet and took a leak. The water in the shower shut off just as I was finishing. Brian peeked around the curtain and asked me to hand him a towel. "Bashful all of a sudden are we," I asked him. "I've seen what you've got before so no need to hide it." "Yes there is. I'm not hard and it's really tiny. Not something I'm proud to show off." When he reached to take the towel I handed him, I grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it back. My eyes immediately went to his face. His sweet innocent face. Then surveyed up and down his glistening body, dripping wet from head to toe. He was right about his cock. It was on the short side when not boned up. "Fine! Are you happy now? You seen my little boy cock." "I'm very happy. You have an impressive body that looks good no matter what your state of arousal. And you know full well when asked it will arise to the occasion. I could stand here and look at you all night." "Not going to happen!" That comment threw me off my game for a minute. "You better get your ass back in the kitchen and get supper made. I'm starving," he smiled. Okay, that's better. I cooked a little extra than usual figuring we'd both be hungry after a long day. Every bit of food was eaten. We ate supper in front of TV, watching the news and then some stupid comedy show. I excused myself to go take my shower. I was washing when I heard the door open. "Must be something about the running water of the shower that makes a guy have to piss. I'll just be a minute." "No problem." I heard the toilet flush and assumed he had left the room when the shower curtain flew open. "Figured I'd offer to wash you back while I'm here. Least I could do for letting me sleep here." Before I could object he grabbed the soap and began to lather my back. Brian was on the attack again and I was in his crosshairs once more. This time I wasn't complaining. He gently scrubbed my back, my shoulders and my ass, then down my legs. Running his hands back up my legs he was careful not to go too far between my legs to touch my privates. Always the tease. Over my ass and letting his fingers slide in my crack, going lightly over my hole. Up to my shoulders again and then put the soap back in the holder. "There, you all clean. You can handle the front," as he turned and left. Relieved it didn't go further but disappointed it didn't go further. My mind is a hot mess of conflicting emotions for sure. I finished and came out to join Brian on the couch watching some more TV. Both of us with just a pair of jogging shorts on, nothing else. Once we found a show we could both agree on, Brian moved over and cuddled up next to me, not saying a word. After about ten minutes, he looked up at me and smiled. "You know I really do feel safe when I'm near you like this. Nothing or no one can mess with me in any way."" "Damn right no one is going to mess with you, not as long as I'm around," as I put my arm around his shoulders and gave him a hug. He just sniggled up tighter to me and commented softly, "I suppose you could mess with me if you wanted." I looked down at his crotch and there was no telltale bulge so I wasn't sure if that was an offhand comment or a suggestion. When the show we were watching was over, we turned off the lights and went to bed. We both slipped off our shorts as we climbed under the sheets. "Good night, Brian," I said as I rolled on my side. Again, Brian spoke softly, "I hope it is a good night." I was unsure of what I should do. He has always been the aggressor. Should I just lay there and wait for him to make his move? Or is he waiting for me to take the lead tonight? Being with him is so nice, why can't it be easy. Brian moved over and put himself up against me so we were spooning. As his arm came over my side, I locked mine over his and held him tight. I could feel hi cock stiffen and push against my ass. Now I knew what his intentions were. I rolled on my back and pulled him over me. Our mouths met, our tongues intertwined and our arms and hands grabbed for what ever was in reach. Once again we were in the throes of some mutual passion. We were thrashing around making as much body contact as possible as our cocks were hitting our thighs, our stomachs and anywhere else they landed, leaving behind a wet spot of precum. Brian moved his mouth down to my chest and began to make love to my nipples, first one and then the other. I was holding the back of his head and pulling him tight to me as I rubbed his back with my other hand. He moved from my nipples and moved his mouth lower, licking and kissing his way down. His hand reached over and wrapped around my cock, sending a shiver through me at his touch. I gasped a quick breath and told him he didn't have to go there. "There is don't have to and there is want to. Which one do you think applies here?" I didn't have time to answer as he held my cock upright and licked the tip. My body stiffened with my arms at my side. I knew what was coming but I was totally unprepared for this. I had only had one other person put their mouth on my cock and that was a girl in 8th grade. She only lasted a minute before she was repulsed at the thought of sucking a cock. Not so with Brian. Me lowered his mouth and took as much in as he could before he gagged. Backing off slightly he started to move his head up and down, then stop and swirl his tongue around, then apply some suction and then go back to bobbing up and down. While he was working my cock, he was fondling my balls and running his other hand all over me. The tactile sensations he was producing in me had me in a trance like state. I was in pleasure overload and was immobilized under his control. It didn't take much more of his attention and without warning I shoot my load in his mouth. My hips were thrusting and Brian was gagging as he tried to swallow as much as he could. When I was done ejaculating I lay there, panting heavily trying to regain my normal breathing. Brian moved back up to kiss me, the taste of my cum still in his mouth. "Son of a bitch! Where did you learn to do that?" "Research on the internet. I'm a quick study," he smiled. "Quick study indeed, you've just earned your Master's Degree." Suddenly he looked away from me and had a worried look on his face. "Shaun, will I go to Hell for what I just did?" "That was more like Heaven is you ask me." No, I'm serious. If jerking off is a sin, that must be a sure fire one way ticket to Hell. From the last few minutes of pure animal lust he displayed to now worrying about eternal damnation? "If you're going to Hell, you're sure not going alone," as I lowered my self down to take his cock in my mouth. I still wasn't totally sure I was up for this but I needed to do it to put Brian's mind at ease. I took hold of his stiff cock and aimed it at my mouth. I didn't perform all the build up and the foreplay that Brian had with me. I had to move before I chickened out. This was the first time I ever sucked a cock or even contemplated it. I tightened my grip on his cock and dove my mouth down on him. It was nothing like I expected. I had envisioned another guy's cock to be smelly and coarse. Instead it was clean with no smell or taste. It was smooth, silky almost. Firm and stiff yet soft to the feel. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. But it was nice and I was going to enjoy this. Brian let out a yell, a moan and a cuss, all in the same breath as I took him in. He was thrashing around from side to side, bucking his hips up to get his cock deeper into my mouth. I just worked his cock as much as I could and in a matter of minutes he was yelling and moaning and cussing again as he shot his load of teenage cum in my mouth. It was more than I expected and backed off, letting the last few spurts land on my face. After he caught his breath, he confessed, "If that's going to condemn us both to Hell, it was damn sure worth it." I got up to go clean my face and Brian went to clean up when I returned. We got back in bed and cuddled, enjoying the post orgasm euphoria. Made even more delightful having been giving and receiving our first official blowjobs. We fell asleep in each other's arms. We got up early the next morning so I could take Brian home to be there when his mother got back from her night shift. That was part of the deal, have him there in the morning when she got home and then bring him back for supper with her before she left. A bit of a hassle but I felt it was important that he spend some time with his mother through all this. This routine was the same for the rest of the week. On The weekend I made Brian spend Saturday and Sunday with his mother. Of course, she always had a big Sunday meal and insisted that I eat with them. We were starting to become a family unit, a strange one, but a family none the less. I had a job I had booked for the following week building a utility shed that I had scheduled for four days. I asked the homeowner if I could bring my new apprentice on the job with me, even though he was only 16. "I have a son the same age. I think it's important that the youth of today learn a good work ethic as soon as they can. It will help them go far in life," the homeowner, Mr. Davenport, told me. "I totally agree. Brian is a very hard worker and good at what he does." I relayed my conversation to Dorothy and asked her if it was okay for Brian to work on this job with me. "I think it will be an excellent opportunity for him to be exposed to an actual jobsite. By all means take him with you. Just don't let him get hurt. At least not too badly anyway." "Mom, what the hell? Not too badly?" "Keep cussing at the dinner table and you'll be hurt worse here than any jobsite." It was settled. On Sunday I went to the lumber yard and picked up the lumber we'd need. They loaded it on my trailer so Brian and I could start Monday as soon as we left his mother's house. Monday morning came and we pulled into the driveway just as Mr. Davenport was leaving for work. He had a job at the local courthouse, what he did I had no idea. I introduced him to Brian, my apprentice for the week. "Glad to meet you, Brian. I've heard good things about you. You might know my son, Kyle. He's the same age as you so you may be in school together." "Kyle Davenport, the quarterback? Of course sir, I know of him for sure. Best quarterback our school has ever had. But I don't know him personally." "You will. He'll be out shortly to help. I told him you could find something useful for him to do, Shaun. Don't be afraid to work him hard." "Thanks, I'll try and find something for him to help." I took Brian out back and showed him where we would be building the shed and the prints I had drawn up. Kyle came out of the house and walked over to us and introduced himself. "Hi guys, I'm Kyle. My father told me to report to work this morning. How can I help?" "Glad to meet you, Kyle. I'm Shaun and this is Brian." The two boys shook hands as Kyle studied Brian's face. "We both go to the same school, don't we? Your face looks familiar." "Yes, we're both Juniors in the fall. I know who you are of course. Best damn quarterback in the league." "Language Brian,' I reminded him. "We're at a customers house now and we must act with decorum." "Sounds like my father," Kyle whispered to Brian. They both laughed. I sent them to start unloading the trailer and bring the lumber into the back yard while I laid out the marking stakes. The two boys seemed to hit it off right away, talking about school, their classes in the fall and kids that might know in common. Everything went quickly with Kyle's additional help. Just before we were going to break for lunch a gust of wind blew a page of my plans of my workspace and across the lawn. "I'll get it," Kyle declared as he ran after them. "Not if I get it first," Brian shouted as he took off after Kyle. He overtook him before they were even close to the blowing paper. As Brian got to the paper he bent down, did a forward roll and picked up the paper as he stood up. Kyle's momentum carried him about fifteen feet past Brian before he could stop. "What the hell was that maneuver?" Kyle yelled as he tried to catch his breath. "That was my 'You're not getting the bone' move," Brian explained. Kyle and I both had a look of bewilderment on our faces? Not getting the bone? Was this some weird sexual game I didn't know about? Laughing, Brian laid it out for us. "I used to walk a neighbor's dog and then I'd play fetch with him in the his back yard. Sometimes I throw his toy bone and then out run him to get it first. But when I slowed down to grab it off the ground he would get it before I could. So I worked on my 'stop, drop and roll' technique to pick up the bone without stopping first. Beat him every time." "You outran a dog? A little dog, right, like a poodle or something?" Kyle questioned him. "No, he was a German Shepherd. Took me a while to get in shape to beat him." Brian said very matter of factly. "I'm fast, third fasted on the football team, but you just made me look as slow as my father. Shit, you got speed. How come you haven't tried out for the team?" "Language, Kyle. I feel like I'm surrounded by sailors." I chuckled. "Never really thought about it. Besides, I don't have that much free time now that I'm working with Shaun." "Brian, if you think you'd like to play football, by all means give it a try. You've only got two more years to play high school ball but 50 or so more years to work." "I'm fast but I don't think I'd be good at the rest of it. Thanks anyway, Kyle." We broke for lunch with Kyle telling Brian all about the team and the fun they have playing. Brian listened but wasn't convinced it was right for him. By 2:00 the sun had worked its way around to the back yard and it was really getting hot. All three of us took our shirts off to try and stay cool. "Damn, Brian, you've got a pretty good build. Do you work out?" Kyle observed. "And sorry about the cussing, Shaun." I just smiled and kept on working. "No, I don't work out as such. Just run a little and eat right I guess." "You've got the speed, you've got the build, I'll have to see what else you've got to make it on the team." At 3:30 we were finishing up for the day so we could get back to meet Dorothy. Kyle had disappeared in the house and came back out carrying a football. Brian had just come around the corner of the house to make another trip carrying tools to the truck. "This one's for you, Brian," as Kyle let the ball fly in Brian's direction. Brian looked up quick and reached up for the ball, making a solid catch. Looking at the ball, he commented to Kyle, "So this is a football, huh? Don't know what all the fuss is about," as he tossed it back. "The fuss isn't about the ball, it's about the guy holding it. Now go out towards the back fence and see what you can do with this one," judging this would be a 25 yard pass if they were on the field. Brian ran to the spot he was told as Kyle let a long high pass fly from his hands. Brian reached up and pulled it in no problem. "Holy shit, did you see that Shaun? Some of my best receivers can't make that catch." "Wow, I didn't know he had that in him." Brian looked at the ball and tossed it gently in the air a few times. "You want this pointy ball back, Kyle," he teased. "Ya, bring it back here," naturally assuming Brian would carry it back to him. Instead Brian drew his arm back and threw a long high pass just as Kyle had done and put the ball right in Kyle's hands. Then he came jogging back towards us. "This kid is a natural! Where had he been hiding all my life?" "You know Kyle, I said the same thing when he started working with me. He knows more about construction now than I did when I started in business for myself." "Okay, he can run and he can catch and he can throw. But there is one thing I bet he doesn't do. Wait here, I'm going to get my play book." And off he ran into the house, returning minutes later with a thick three ring binder. "Alright, Brian, lets pick an easy play," as he turned the pages. "This one is good. The coach calls this one a Right Wing Sweep. See the X's? That's us. The O's are the other team. See how there are more X's on the right side of the ball than the left? We pack that side of the line and then depending on how the defense lines up, I can either pass the ball or hand it off for a run on that side." "Make sense. You could also line up like that and when the defense matches you, fake them out and go to the other side and pass or run." "Mother fucker! And I don't care about the cussing, Shaun. Turn the page, Brian. You just described the coach's variation on the play, the Right Wing Reversal. I didn't think you'd understand the plays, but you just worked out one of the coach's favorites. Wait until I tell the coach about you. He'll want you on the team. Hell, I want you on the team." As we drove away I looked over at Brian who had a smile on his face. "Looks like you have a fan. You giving some thought to playing?" Brian reached over and put his hand on my thigh. "I already have the only fan I need, and yes, I definitely think about playing . . . with him." "Hey, hey, stop that. We can't walk into your mother's house both sporting boners." "I'd like to see it," he laughed. We entered the house and Dorothy met us in the living room. "Well, young man, you've had a very busy day." "Sure did. Kyle, the homeowners son, helped us and we got more done than we figured." "Even more than that. I had a call a few minutes ago from the football coach at your high school. He says you have a appointment for the tryouts next Monday. Since when have you been interested in being on the football team?" "You're shitting me? He said I have an appointment? Tryouts are just first come, first served, nobody gets an appointment." I gave Brian a dope slap for the cussing and his mother glared at him. "As you so eloquently put it, no I'm not 'shitting you'. That's what he said." Brian and I both dropped our mouths open and stared blankly at his mother. She just swore? Probably the first time in her life? As we just stood there, she giggled and covered her mouth. "That did feel kind of exhilarating," then clearing her throat, "So what's with this new found love of football?" Brian and I explained the recruitment push by Kyle. Brian explained his reluctance to play ball instead of working. She told him the same thing I did, enjoy being a kid while you can. We ate supper with Dorothy and then left to go home to my house. There was no more talk about football. I think it would be great if Brian played but it had to be his decision, not mine and not Kyle's. It had been another long day so I suggested we shower and get to bed. "When you say 'we', do you mean 'we' as in us, together or as in first me then you?" "I guess I mean you first, but if you take too long I may have to get in with you. I can't wait all night for my turn." "How long do I have before you invade my shower?" "About 2 minutes." I smirked at him. "Sounds just about right. Let's hit the shower." Brian got to the bathroom, undressed and started the shower. I followed and got undressed as he was closing the curtain. I took a piss and then opened the curtain to get in the shower with him. "Hey, that wasn't two minutes," he protested. "Do you want me to go out and wait?" "Hell no, I don't want to waste any time," smiling and closing the curtain behind me as I stepped under the water to get wet. He turned me around and gave me a passionate kiss before taking the soap and starting to wash my body. I was fully lathered up as he pulled us together, kissing and rubbing our stiff cocks between us as our hands rubbed up and down each other's back. My hands instinctively went for his bubble butt cheeks, massaging and moving my fingers up and down his crack. Every time my finger passed over his hole, he would moan and wiggle his ass. I took this as a sign of encouragement to keep going. On the next pass through his crack I paused at his hole working my finger in a circular motion. He moaned louder, thrust his hips back and whispered, "Oh, fuck yeah, that feels so good." I pushed my soapy finger harder against his hole as he actually pushed back allowing my slippery finger to slide inside him. I slowly pushed it deeper, pulling him against me. He raised up slightly on his toes and wiggle himself so I could get deeper in him as our cocks were rubbing side to side against each other's stomachs. He pulled back from his kiss and laid his head on my shoulder gently biting and nibbling my neck, moaning at the same time. He had his hands wrapped around my back, holding me as tight as he could. "Enough, enough," he begged. "I don't want to cum yet. Let's get washed up and get to bed." "What ever you say. I'm up for whatever you want." We washed quickly, rinsed off, with some occasional groping and teasing. Drying off and then running naked to the bedroom we jumped into bed and into each other's arms. After some serious making out and tongue wars I suggested I suck Brian's cock. "Not yet, I'll be right back." He climbed out of bed and scooted to the bathroom. I assumed he wanted to empty his bladder. He came back to bed and climber on top of me, hugging and kissing. "I want you," he proclaimed. "You have me you know that." "I want you inside me," as he slid forward on me so my cock popped up between his legs, then slid back down so my cock was nestled in his ass crack. "You what? I don't know if we're ready for that yet," I cautioned. "You just said in the shower that you were up for whatever I wanted. Well, I want you to fuck my ass, I want to feel you inside me." At that he reached back and grabbed my cock, aiming it at his virgin hole. I was at a loss for what to do. Should I let him have his way and get fucked? Should I let common sense prevail and not penetrate him? I wasn't sure I was even ready for this, let alone him. But the idea of taking our relationship to the next level was guiding my decision to go along with his desires. My mind was a wash with emotions and conflict as I suddenly realized the tip of my cock was about to break through the entrance to his ass. Brian let out a little yelp as he lowered himself further and I knew the first inch or so was inside. "Are you okay? Are you really sure you want to do this?" "No pain, no gain," he mumbled through gritted teeth. He was completely still for a few moments then laughed, "That was a stupid thing to say, wasn't it. It's feeling better already so there is no stopping now," as he pushed himself further down on my twitching cock. With a few quick inhales and a brief pause here and there, he eventually had my entire cock in him, my pubic hairs tickling his butt. "Let me just stay like this for a little bit and get used to you, okay?" "You're in the driver seat, I'm just along for the ride." "No, I'm the one taking the ride. You just lay there and enjoy." "What ever you say. I'm definitely enjoying this so far. The sensation of my cock in his ass was like nothing I've ever experienced before. It was warm and tight and gripped my cock over its full length, unlike a hand where contact is made only where the fingers are gripping. I had imagined it would be similar to my wife's pussy but it was so much better. She felt fine but this was different. I couldn't tell if it felt so much better because it actually was better or if it was because it was Brian giving up his virginity to me. There was passion and a desire to do this, unlike my wife who was always just fucking for a baby. As all this was running through my mind, Brian started to slowly pump up and down on me. He would withdraw and then grunt a little as he pushed back down, his ass still not quite stretched out enough. As he continued his rhythm increased slightly so I began to hump my hips off the bed to meet his downward thrust. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass Shaun, fuck me hard and fast." I knew if I did as he asked I'd cum right away. Instead I just thrust up hard against him, then moved side to side a little to change the position of my cock inside him. If I moved a certain way, I hit his sweet spot. "Oh damn, do that again. That's is going to put me over the edge. I want to cum while you're inside me." He was in charge so I did as he asked. I continued to push deep in him and make my movements hit his love button. A few minutes of this and I could feel his sphincter tighten around my cock and pulse as he shot streams of cum out of his cock and across my stomach. His pulsations on my cock and our stomachs sliding around together in his puddle of cum pushed me over the edge. I exploded like I don't remember when and filled his bowels with my sperm. We both were exhausted and just lay still, Brian on top of me and my cock slowly going soft in his ass. "Now I see what the big deal is with getting a cock in the ass. It's fucking amazing!" "It felt pretty great from this end as well," I commented. "You shocked the hell out of me when you started this. I had no idea you wanted to do this. Or was this just a spur of the moment kind of thing?" "No, I had been reading up on it in some of my mother's medical books. Sex with women involves a penis hitting their special place to help them achieve an orgasm. The book said a penis stimulating the prostate in a man could also produce an orgasm. So I figured if a man's ass is build with the same thing as a women then it must be meant to be fucked. And I was right!" "I'm glad you so clinically assessed the situation and weren't driven by desire or passion," I sarcastically remarked. "Oh it was definitely passion and desire that made me want to do this. I had a boner all the time I was reading about it, imagining what it would be like to do it with you. My orgasm was just the icing on the cake. Or should I say, the cum on the stomach," laughing as he rolled off of me. "I'd suggest another shower but that's how we got into this in the first place. I'm going to go wash up a little." "Good idea. I'll wait until you get done." We both got cleaned up and returned to bed. As we snuggled, we exchanged gentle kisses until we both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.