Subject: The Contractor – Chapter Twelve Welcome to latest chapter in the 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. One again Shaun comes to Brian’s rescue. 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 hoo. All of us enjoy the stories posted here so please support Nifty. I appreciate you reading my stories and Nifty appreciates your fty/donate.html The Contractor Chapter Twelve “Saving Brian Again” It was Saturday morning and I still hadn’t heard from Brian so I decided to call Dorothy and find out what was going on with him. “Dorothy, Shaun here,” as she answered my call. “Hi Shaun, how are things back there?” “Busy with work mostly,” not wanting to let on how lonely I was and how much I missed Brian. “I tried to call Brian several times and haven’t heard back from him. Is everything okay?” “Yes, he’s fine. I felt it would be better for him to make a clean break for a while with everyone back there so I took away his phone. He’ll get it back once he settles in here.” “Took away his phone?” I yelled. “You not only take him away from his friends but then you isolate him so he can’t even make contact with them? That’s absolutely cruel!” I continued to rant. “It’s my decision and it’s for the best.” “For your best interest but certainly not Brian’s. This is the most unchristian like thing you’ve ever done. I demand to talk to him, now!” “You can demand all you want Shaun O’Riley but I’m his mother and I will decide what’s best for his welfare. If there is nothing else, this call is done.” “There is plenty else! Put him on the phone,” I shouted. She promptly ended the call. I was seeing red I was so mad. How could she be so mean to Brian instead of supporting him and trying to make this move as painless as possible. This was a side of her I had never seen before. She was always so kind and considerate of others, especially those close to her. Was this the influence her new boyfriend was having on her? I was about to call back again when my phone rang. Maybe she had seconds thoughts and was calling back to apologize to me. I looked at the caller ID and it was Kyle. “Hi Shaun,” he greeted me. “Kyle,” I responded curtly, still fuming mad at Dorothy. “My Dad wanted me to call and invite you to supper tonight. Nothing fancy, just figured you were tired of eating alone.” “Sure,” my one word reply. “We’ll eat at six if that’s okay with you.” “Fine,” again not making any conversation. “Are you mad at me or something?” he asked being confused about my attitude. “No, nothing like that. I appreciate the invitation,” and then I explained my conversation with Dorothy. “That’s why neither of us have been getting any calls or texts from Brian. She had him in seclusion. I hope he is doing okay?” “That totally sucks. It hurts to think of him sitting in his room by himself. We’re lonely but at least we have each other for company.” He pointed out. “Yes and I like it when you come over. To keep me company I mean.” Kyle had become a regular on my couch. We had jerked each other off a few times but that was not the focus of our friendship that was developing. “We could write him a letter but that would probably get censored as well. We’ll talk about it at supper and see if we can figure something out. Maybe my Dad can help.” Later I got cleaned up and headed to Conrad’s house for dinner. I stopped at the ice cream shop and got a gallon of gourmet ice cream, Kyle’s favorite. I didn’t want to go in empty handed. Kyle met me at the door and took the ice cream into the kitchen. “I see you know my son’s taste, Shaun,” his mother commented. Thinking to myself, ‘You can’t spend a few nights in a motel room with someone without getting to know what they like and don’t like’ but I knew better than to say that out loud. “Yes, he’s never been shy about letting everyone know his favorite ice cream.” We had a lovely meal, chatting about football, local politics, the weather and anything else we could think of. While Kyle’s mother was clearing the table, Conrad brought up the subject of Brian. “Kyle told me about Brian’s mother taking away his cell phone. I’m not sure I agree with her reasoning but she is the boy’s mother. She can do what she wants and unless she is doing harm to him, no one can stop her.” “What about physiological harm?” I asked. “Not being there and seeing how he has reacted, there is no way to tell if that applies. We just have to trust her judgment and see how it plays out. Maybe if he comes home for school vacation you can see then how he is adjusting out there,” he advised. “It’s so frustrating not to be able to at least talk to him.” “I know. Kyle feels the same way. I’m glad you two are able to spend some time together. It makes it easier on Kyle to have someone to talk to other than myself or his mother.” “He’s a good friend of Brian’s and I’m glad I can help. We get moral support from each other that helps get through this,” I smiled thinking about how we actually help each other. That night I lay in bed thinking about Brian and the isolation he is enduring. I was lucky I had Kyle to keep me company now and then. Thinking about Kyle and playing around on the couch made me chub up. I tried to change my thoughts away from him but the more I tried the more I relived our last jerk session. My hand went down to my crotch, engulfed my now stiff cock and stroked it, slowly building up speed and tightening my grip. My thoughts moved on from jerking with Kyle and went back to the night in the hotel room when the Brandon gave his first blowjob. Was he still getting together with Kyle and sucking his cock? Was Kyle sucking Brandon? Should I offer to suck Kyle next time he comes over and maybe he’ll suck me? Just as I was imagining Kyle and I on the floor sucking each other, my cock erupted. As I stopped stroking and caught my breath, I felt a whole wave of guilt roll over me as if I had actually been engaging in 69 with Kyle. He ardahan escort was only in my imagination but the guilt was just as real as if it was Kyle’s cum puddling in my navel. I wiped off my stomach with a dirty T-shirt and went to sleep, hoping to dream about Brian. At 10:00 on Tuesday morning I got a call from Dorothy. I wasn’t sure if I should take her call, did she want to apologize or did she want to bitch me out some more. Apprehensively I answered. “Oh my God, Shaun, I’m glad I could reach you. Brian is in the hospital undergoing emergency surgery,” her voice trembling as she spoke. “Jesus. What happened?” “I don’t have all the details yet but there was some kind of fight at school and he was stabbed. The knife penetrated his liver. He is in surgery now. It’s serious but the ER doctor says he think he’ll make a full recovery. They see a lot of knife wounds in the ER.” “What hospital is he in? I’m on my way,” I told her as I wrote down the hospital information. “What do you mean you’re on the way? You back home aren’t you?” “Right now, yes, but I’m leaving for the airport to catch the first flight out. I’ll be there as quickly as I can.” “There’s not much you can do. It’s up to the doctors now.” “And God. I know he won’t take Brian from me the way you have,” as anger filled my voice. It was unfair of me to snap at her with her son on the operating table but he was there because of her. I hung up and immediately went on line to the travel apps to find the next flight to St. Louis. There was a nonstop flight leaving in two hours. I made the reservation, expensive as it was being last minute, but I didn’t care. I had to get there as soon as I could. I didn’t bother to call Dorothy back to let her know the arrangements, but I did call the court house to talk to Conrad. “Conrad, this is Shaun. I hate to bother you at work but I just got a call from Brian’s mother. He was stabbed this morning in a fight at school He is in surgery as we speak.” “Damn, that’s horrible. How did he get in the middle of a knife fight? That doesn’t sound like Brian.” “I don’t know the details but I’ll be in touch as soon as I get some more information. Would you let Kyle know when he gets out of school?” “Of course. I’m sure he’ll be anxious to get an update and will tell all his friends. Anything I can do to help?’ “Not now, not until I know what happened. Thanks.” I hung up and grabbed am overnight bag to throw in some clothes. I sped off to the airport to pick up my ticket and go through security for my flight. It was just over 3 hours flying time so once I got on the plane I put my seat back and tried to catch some sleep. Instead my mind was racing faster than the plane was flying. How did he get into a knife fight? What kind of a crowd had he fallen in with? Did his mother know whom he was hanging around with? Would he come through the surgery okay? Would there be any permanent damage? Dorothy said the ER doctor told her they treat knife wounds all the time. What kind of a hell hole did she take my Brian to? By the time the plane landed I was a total wreck emotionally. I passed through the security gate and ran for the nearest exit. Two security guards stopped me to see what my hurry was and what I had in my bag. I guess my frazzled look made them think I was a terrorist of some sort. I open my bag, showed them my ID and explained my rush. They were satisfied I was harmless and escorted me to the taxi stand, getting me at the head of the line for a taxi. “This gentleman has a medical emergency to deal with. Get him to Mercy Hospital as fast as you can. If you get stopped for speeding tell them Captain Bergous of airport security gave you clearance.” I thanked them and dove into the back seat of the cab head first. I filled the driver in on my situation and as he sped off, weaving and snaking through the city traffic, I wondered if I was going to end up in the ER in a bed next to Brian. As he pulled up to the ER entrance, I stuffed my hand in my pocket to pull out some cash. “No charge today, compliments of Captain Bergous,” the driver yelled as he drove away just as fast as we had arrived. I went right to the triage station and inquired about Brian. Dorothy was sitting in the waiting area and came right over. “Come with me, I’ll take you to the surgical waiting area. He should be out of surgery soon.” As we exited the elevator, the surgeon who operated on Brian had come out to the waiting area to find Dorothy. Before we could ask him, he was smiling as he reached out to take her hand. Smiling was good. “Brian is fine. He came through the surgery with flying colors. There is no permanent damage and he’ll make a full recovery.” “Can we see him?” Dorothy asked. “Not yet. He’s in the recovery area and is still unconscious,” the doctor advised. “Can we just look in and see him, just for a minute?” I asked. “And you are?” he inquired looking at me. “Oh, I’m sorry, this is Shaun. He just flew in from the East Coast right after I called him this morning,” Dorothy introduced me to the doctor. “I suppose if you just flew all the way in on that short of notice, I can get you two in for just a minute,” as he turned and bode us to follow him. We went into the recovery area and over to the bed where Brian was laying, tubes in and out of him, his monitor beeping and flashing. Dorothy gasped as she saw her son and his condition. She covered her mouth as her tears began to flow. “It’s worse than it looks, Mrs. Winston. All this is necessary to make sure he is stable and we can monitor his condition.” The doctor looked at him and gestured “This is why we don’t normally let family in to see patients in this area. He should be up to a regular room by tomorrow morning.” Then he led us back out to the waiting area and went on his way. I went to the nurse’s station and asked the nurse there is were could be notified as soon as Brian was transferred to a regular room. She took our cell phone numbers and told us we’d get a call in the morning. Dorothy had walked over to a waiting area and slumped down in a chair. “How did this happen, Dorothy? How did Brian get into a knife fight?” “I’m not sure. There was some kind of altercation in the hallway at school and another student was arguing with Brian and ended up stabbing him. Crystal was with him at the time. She will know the details.” “Let me give you a ride back to your place and let’s see if we can talk to Crystal and find out what really happened. They have our numbers if there is any change or he is moved.” We got up and left the hospital and went to Rodney’s house to find Crystal. On the way I called Conrad and told him Brian was going to be okay and asked him to pass the good news to Kyle. Crystal was still shaken and didn’t want to talk about it. Her father convinced her to open up. “Brian artvin escort and I were at my locker when that creep Darius and his two goons came up and started pestering me, asking me for a date. I kept telling him to leave me alone but he got even closer and was practically breathing in my face. Brian pushed him back and told him to leave me alone. The two goons moved to either side of Brian as Darius told him to back off if he knew what was good for him. Darius got back to me and started in again. Brian warned him and Darius accused Brian of being my boyfriend. He didn’t care if he was, saying I was going to end up dating him anyway. Darius wouldn’t quit until I agreed to date him. I was so shook up I didn’t think and I told him Brian couldn’t be my boyfriend, he was gay. Darius turned to Brian and called him a fag and then slapped him. Brian responded on instinct and punched Darius in the face, knocking him to the ground. He yelled at his goons to grab Brian and hold him.” “Nobody touches Darius Davis and lives to tell about it!” he yelled. “As the two goons held Brian, Darius got up, pulled a knife and stabbed him. I screamed at the sight of all the blood as Brian fell to the floor. My scream alerted security who came running and attended to Brian until the paramedics got there. This was all my fault. If I hadn’t blurted out he was gay, Brian never would have gotten stabbed,” as Crystal broke into uncontrollable sobbing. Rodney hugged his daughter and tried to console her. Dorothy and I just looked at her then I glared at Dorothy. “This isn’t your fault, Crystal, it’s Dorothy’s fault for dragging her son half way across the country from a home where he was safe and happy and putting him in this urban battleground where it’s kill or be killed,” as I stormed out of the room. I grabbed my travel bag out of Dorothy’s car and started walking down the street. I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing. I just knew I couldn’t stay in that house. I had walked about 10 blocks when a police car pulled up next to me. “You lost?” the cop asked as he rolled down his window. “Not lost, officer, just don’t know where the hell I am or where I’m going.” I replied :”Sounds like you’re lost to me,” as got out of his car. “Can I see some ID, sir?” I complied and told him why I was walking down the street aimlessly. “You’re related to the boy who got stabbed at school this morning?” “Yes, I am.” “I was on the scene and arrested the boy that stabbed him. His friends were taken in as well. How is the boy?” “He’s out of surgery and in recovery until tomorrow. We’re told he will make a full recovery. Thank you for asking.” “So, can I give you a ride somewhere?” “That would be great. A hotel as close to the hospital as possible if you would.” “Better than that, the hospital has some accommodations for out of town relatives. I’ll give you a ride back there and get you checked in.” the officer offered. “I don’t know how to thank you.” “Just don’t go home with a bad taste of our city. It’s really a nice place to live.” He got me to the hospital and checked in to visiting quarters. I went back up to the recovery area and told the nurse’s station where I was staying so it would be easy to notify me. The nurse told me that Brian was awake and although she shouldn’t, she’d let me go in and see him for just a minute. She led me through the door and over to Brian’s bed. He looked over and saw me standing there. “Fuck, did I die and go to heaven? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shaun!” Brian mumbled as best he could with an oxygen mask on him. “I’m so glad you’re here!” His monitor went crazy as his heart rate spiked. The nurse who showed me in told me I had to leave before we both got in trouble. I put my hand on Brian’s, squeezed it and told him I’d see him in the morning. Everything was going to be ok. He smiled at me again and nodded his head. My phone rang at 7:00 the next morning. It was the nurse telling me Brian had been moved to a regular room. I could see him at 10:00. I got up, showered and went to get some breakfast. I was at his floor at 9:45 waiting to get in to see him. Dorothy came into the waiting room area just before 10:00. “I see you’re here bright and early,” she commented. “Yes, I wanted to make sure he was settled in his room and doing alright.” I responded. “We all want that. This was a horrible thing to happen.” “Agreed. We need to talk about what’s next. I want him to come home with me, not stay here in St. Louis,” I started. “It will be better all the way around for him.” “I’m his mother and that is my decision to make, not yours,” she came back at me. “True, but if you really love your son you’ll see the logic in this. Tell me, how happy had he been living here with you and Rodney? Has it worked out as well as you envisioned? The near death stabbing aside,” I had to throw in. “It will take time for all of us to meld into a new family structure here.” “If he lives that long,” I snarkily replied. Just then the nurse came out of his room and said we could go in but asked us not to stay too long. I held the door for Dorothy and let he walk in first. “Hi Mom,” Brian greeted her. “Is Shaun with you?” I could see her face go from the smile at seeing her son awake and talking to a blank look as she realized he was more interested in seeing me than her. “Right here.” I let him know as I moved over to his bedside and told a hold of his outstretched hand. “I thought I saw your face last night but I was so drugged up I thought I might have imagined it.” “Nope, it was my ugly face, last night and again this morning.” I joked. “Not ugly, but a sight for sore eyes. I’m so glad you’re here. But how did you get here so fast?” “I got on a plane the minute I heard you had been hurt and flew right out. You should have known I wouldn’t leave you here alone like this.” “Is there room on that plane for me to go back with you when I get out of here?” “If that’s what you want, of course they will be room, first class if you want.” “Hell, I’ll fly in the baggage compartment if I have to. Anything to get back home.” Brian just smiled at me as his mother came over and tried to engage him in a conversation. But he almost completely ignored her and kept looking at me, holding my hand. A few minutes later the nurse came in and said he needed his rest. We could come back after lunch and visit again. We left the room and Dorothy stopped me. “You shouldn’t be telling him he’s going back with you. I won’t allow it.” “It’s quite obvious that Brian wants to go home and not stay here any longer. That’s what I aim to make happen. I thought you would object so I had contemplated having you declared an unfit mother but knew that would be an uphill battle. Instead I’m going to help Brian partition for emancipation. He will be seventeen shortly ataköy escort and with only one year to his eighteenth birthday it would be a sure bet that a judge would rule in his favor. Then he could be in control of his own life and live where ever he pleases.” Dorothy just stormed off in a huff. She knew I was right. I was till standing by his door when his doctor came along. I asked about Brian’s condition and he told me he was doing fine and would be discharged in three or four days. “How soon after he is discharged could he get on a plane and fly back east?” “He could fly anytime. He’ll have instructions on how to change his dressings and check for any minor bleeding or signs of an infection. That and no strenuous physical activities for a while.” “Thank you for taking good care if him. We are all so thankful he will be ok.” I got in the elevator to go down to the lobby and back to my room. I had to make some calls, first one to Conrad, to see how I go about starting the process to get Brian emancipated from his mother. I was deep in thought and bumped into someone getting on the elevator as I was getting off. It was the same officer I met last night. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” I apologized. “No problem. How is your boy doing?” “Just fine. He’ll be out in a few days. Are you going up to see him?” I wondered. “No, just going up to interview a victim of a shooting late last night. Always something happening around here.” “That’s what I’m worried about. I’m trying to convince his mother to let him come back home with me. Did you catch the boy who stabbed Brian?” “Sure, he’s well know to us. Not his first rodeo. He’s locked up and going before a judge this morning. Maybe this time they’ll hold him instead of turning him loose again.” “I hope so. Take care,” as I walked into the lobby. I called Conrad and he told me emancipation was possible but it wasn’t easy or quick. He would talk to me about it when I got home. I thought about going to the arraignment that morning but decided against it. My priority was to be here with Brian. Let the legal system deal with that scum. I went back up stairs right after lunch to see Brian again. Dorothy was coming out of his room in tears. My heart sank. Was Brian ok? Was there a complication, or worse? “Dorothy, what’s wrong? Is Brian alright?” “Yes, he’s fine. He just told me he wants to go back home with you and if I don’t let him, he will run away. He doesn’t want to stay here any more. He wants me to come home with him, but if I don’t he’s leaving on his own. I lost another son.” “You haven’t lost him yet, he’s just wanting to determine his own future. He still wants you to come home with him. He still loves you.” “I’m not so sure. He can go back with you and then decide if he has made the right decision,” as she walked away quickly still sobbing. I ran into Brian’s room and over to his bedside. He had his arm outstretched to me, I assumed to hold my hand. But instead, he lowered his hand and grabbed my crotch. “I’ve missed that. I’m going home with you and won’t miss it anymore,” he smiled. “Your mother just told me. That’s awesome. Now get your hand off my cock before someone comes in and sees us. They will be plenty of time for that once we get you home,” I reassured him. “I’ve missed that too.” Brian was discharged four days later. He and I flew home together with Dorothy’s blessings. When we got to my house Kyle was sitting on the front steps waiting for us. He came running up to my truck and hugged Brian as soon as he got out. Then he grabbed his head and gave him a long wet kiss on the mouth. “Hey, I thought you said never any kissing, that would be showing too much emotion?” Brian called him out. “Yeah, well right down I’m pretty fucking emotional. I thought I might never see you again. Damn, you feel good,” Kyle gushed as he held his friend tight. “Ow, not to tight. I’m still recovering, remember?” “Sorry, I guess we’ll have to be careful for a while when we screw around,” he laughed. “No, Brian and I will have to be careful,” I corrected him. “You’ll ALL have to be careful,” Brian clarified. We went on the house and sat and talked for several hours. It felt so right to have Brian back with me. I wasn’t even jealous that Kyle was there with us. The smile on Brian’s face as he looked at Kyle than at me then back at Kyle just made me thankful that he was home and safe and glad to be here with both of us. “So, Kyle, have you and Brandon been hooking up while I was gone?” Brian asked. “No, but funny story. Cindy asked him out on a date, getting tired of waiting for him to ask her out. They really hit it off and have been spending all their time together. I didn’t think he’d need any more bro time with us.” “It’s about time. Even if it was her who had the balls to step up,” Brian noted as we all laughed. “So who you been hooking up with?” as he looked back and forth between Kyle and me. “Anyone I know?” smirking. “I was just keeping him warm for you so he wouldn’t go screwing the rest of the football team,” I confessed. “Keeping him warm or keeping yourself warm?” Brian asked not sounding upset. “Actually it was pretty fucking hot, but we were thinking about you the whole time,” Kyle offered. “Yeah, I’ll bet. Well I’m back now so you can stop thinking and start stripping.” We were all naked in a flash, clothes flying everywhere. The three of us stood naked wondering who was going to do what with who first. “Now what?” Kyle asked, not wanting to be pushy. “Shaun, do you remember what you wanted before I left?” Brian looked at me. “I sure do.” “Are you game?” “Hell yes, just give me a minute,” as I left to go get ready. I came back in the living room as Kyle and Brian were making out, stroking each other’s cocks. So much for ‘no kissing’. Brian instructed me to come over and get on all fours in front of him. Kyle looked puzzled but then smiled when he realized what was going to happen. I motioned him over in front of me so his cock would be right in front of my mouth. Brian slowly worked his cock in my ass as I took Kyle’s cock in my mouth. I sucked him for a minute or so before I let it out. “Brian, I’ll do the work. I don’t want you to over exert yourself and pull one of your stitches,” as I took Kyle’s cock back and then began to rock back and forth so each cock was going in and out of both ends of my body. “Damn it, this is so fucking hot!” Kyle exclaimed. “I’m not going to last long.” And he didn’t. He shot his load and then backed away from me. I keep rocking and had Brian reaching his climax soon after Kyle. I was instructed to sit on the couch as both boys came over and got on their knees and spread my legs. They took turns sucking my cock and playing with my balls. I was clenching my ass trying not to let Brian’s cum leak out on the couch. Tightening up made my cock absolutely rigid and hastened my orgasm. The boys got up and sat on either side of me on the couch. “Life as it should be,” Brian purred. “For sure,” Kyle concurred. I just sat there content with all that had happened, wanting it to never change.