NSFW-Owned by the Contractor Pt 12

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Part 12

Chad

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I didn’t know what to do. Tom had said it was okay to… well. But fear built in my chest as I stood behind the bar wiping Owen’s cum off my lips. It had been great to have a real live dick in my mouth, and I might have gotten carried away.

Why had Tom stormed out of the room when it was over? Images of getting to chew on the rod in his pants had helped me while I worked Owen over. But, he’d been so disgusted that I was afraid he’d tell my mother after all.

“Hey, kid.”

I nodded once. My thoughts had occupied all my attention, and I hadn’t noticed Owen standing in the doorway.

“You okay?” His brows were knitted together and a slight frown haunted his lips.

What the hell did I have to lose by being completely honest? I’d eaten the guy’s cum for fuck’s sake.

I had trouble pushing out the words, and they were far quieter than I’d meant them to be. “No. Not really.”

Owen hung his head and plopped onto the uncomfortable chair by the door. “Look…” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that.” He looked up. “I won’t ask you to do it again. I promise.”

I couldn’t speak, and he seemed to take my silence for anguish. And it was. He’d promised me something already, and I liked the first one better.

“Seriously, kid. I’m really, really sorry.”

A tiny chuckle escaped my chest. “No.” It was funny how even that one little quiet blast of amusement loosened my tongue.

“No?” Owen looked confused. “No what?”

“You made a promise already.” My courage gave out, and I looked down at the bar.

“But…” He sounded confused.

I still couldn’t look at him. “I want to do it again.”

He was silent for almost a minute. It seemed like an hour.

“Kid.” It sounded like a command, so I looked up. “What are you saying… exactly?”

b79c7b37464d3846e033f3d13218c4aeHe was ten years older than me and way more experienced. What the hell did I have to say? He looked like he should be a porn star, not sitting in my mother’s den talking about sucking his cock. I was attracted to him, but not nearly as much as I had been to Tom.

Owen stood up and walked to the sofa. “Come here, Chad.”

My name sounded weird coming out of his mouth. I kinda’ preferred kid. It made me think of all the domination in my favorite movies. And, since I hadn’t taken care of my own aftereffects of blowing him, the aching pain in my jeans, my cock had jumped a little at the word every time he’d said it.

“Kid’s okay,” I mumbled as I slunk to stand beside him.

His mischievous grin looked way more natural on his face as it slowly replaced the concern. “Fine… kid. Let’s sit down.”

We both lowered onto the sofa. His cushion sunk further because of his weight, and even though he was almost a foot away, I could have sworn I felt his body’s heat.

“So…” he started, putting his hand on my shoulder. Electricity shot down to my groin. “If you liked it, want to do it again—what’s the problem?”

I shrugged.

His grip tightened on my shoulder. “Tell me.”

“Tom.” I even surprised myself. Usually someone ordering me around made me angry, and I stormed away.

“Ah…” He moved his hand to the back of my neck. “I see. Look, kid, don’t worry about him. I don’t know what his deal is, but he’ll get over it. I promise.”

I’d seen the disgusted look on his face, so I knew Owen was just placating me. I shook my head slowly. He would come back through the door any minute, and that scared the hell out of me.

Owen patted me on the shoulder and stood. “Besides, he’s gone for the night. Won’t be back ’til morning.” He walked to the bar.

I was confused. It was just after lunch.

Owen poured liquid into two glasses. “It’s just you and me for the night. Nobody to say anything, make faces, nothing.” He walked back to the sofa and handed one to me.

“Drink this… you look like you need it.”

I took it from him and took a sip. Dad’s good scotch. Owen had good taste.

“So, you sure you were okay with what happened. Between us, I mean. Not with Tom. You can forget that for tonight, and that scotch should help.” That smile was back in full force by then.

“I’m sure.” Of all the things in the world I had doubts about, that wasn’t one. I’d loved it.

“Good.” He looked thoughtful. “So, those movies…” He nodded to the blackened television screen. “That’s what you’re into?”

I shrugged and looked at the floor. “I guess. I’ve never done anything before.”

After a few seconds, Owen said, “Well, I have an idea.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him, waiting.

“You head upstairs for a while—do what guys your age do. Play video games, beat your meat for a few hours, something. I’ll do some research and we’ll try a few things. See if doing it in real life turns you on. Sound alright?”

Even my skin tingled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You watch football? Cause I’m missing a party tonight to hang around here.”

“Sort of…” I liked being at the games, but watching on television never really did anything for me.

He nodded toward the door. “Good enough, now run along.”

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