NSFW–Owned by the Contractor Pt 5

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 5

Tom

kisspng-silhouette-laborer-architectural-engineering-const-building-vector-5b084dd763c8b8.9427343215272708714087I looked at the door. I could have sworn I’d heard something. It had sounded like a breath. Like someone breathing out as I shoved into them for the first time. But, it was probably a figment of my cum drowning imagination.

“Hey, guys,” I said, walking back into the kitchen. “I’m going to take a break.”

Owen laughed. “No shit. We’ve done more work in the last couple of hours than we did in the last month. I’m exhausted.”

Emilio laughed. “This job has made pussies out of you two.” He headed toward the door. “My lunch is in the van, so I’m going to eat outside.”

That seemed like a crazy idea, especially since we pretty much had the run of the house. It’s not like that mousy kid was going to have anything to say to us. He could barely get two words out. I mean, what was he still in high school? Maybe college, but just barely. I’d never cared enough to ask, and Louise had good enough manners not to talk with her mouth full. And, she’d made sure it was full of mine and Owen’s cocks through pretty much the whole work day.

“Cool. Why don’t you meet us in the den when you’re done?” I was disappointed enough that I didn’t mind just having a liquid lunch, and I did love that bar.

Emilio nodded. “I may not really want to sit on any of the furniture though.”

Owen laughed as Emilio walked out the door. “If he only knew what we’ve contributed to that!”

I chuckled. “I’m thinking I may have to contribute a little more. That kid was watching porn, maybe it’s still on there. I need to bust one out so I can concentrate.”

“That, my friend, sounds like a fucking plan.” Owen set his wrench on the counter and headed out the door.

Just a few weeks ago, neither of us would have even considered sitting around, getting drunk, and beating it together. But, our cocks had been up close and personal in the same hole enough by that point that it just felt natural. Hell, I wasn’t even sure why I’d even have thought jerking it with another guy in the room was weird.

The kid had put all the cushions back on the couch. I remembered him shoving things under the pillows when I walked in, so I checked, just being a curious bastard. If there was something he was using that I might like, I figured, why the hell not. But, he’d cleaned that too. There was no evidence that he’d been there.

Not a big deal.

I walked behind the mahogany bar. “What do you want to drink, Owen? I’m buying.”

He plopped down in one of the overstuffed recliners facing the television. “Scotch—straight up.”

“Sounds good.” I’d been thinking the same thing. I’d developed a taste for the single-malt, sixteen-year old stuff Louise’s husband graciously supplied the guys fucking the shit out of his wife.

I set two rock glasses on the bar and grabbed the Scotch bottle. A huge, pink cock fell over and struck the shelf with a heavy thunk.

I held it up and waggled it. “Owen—look at this!”

barpicHe turned and looked over the back of the chair. “Damn, Tom! You’re bigger than I remember from last week. You had work done?”

“Right? Hell, I think this is Emilio-sized. She must have been exercising, getting ready for him.”

I tossed it back on the shelf and poured.

When I handed Owen his glass, he tossed me the television remote. “I’ve been trying to figure it out. You do it.”

“A man’s work…” I sat on the sofa and propped my feet on the coffee table. That was one thing I wouldn’t have done if Louise was home. My cock had been on every surface in the room, but feet on a table was a taboo I rarely crossed.

I hit the button on the universal remote for television. Remembering the loud grunting from earlier, my finger hovered over the volume-down button as I hit power. The screen sprang to life. It was completely black except for the small, white word media in the top right corner.

“Damn,” I muttered. “That means he was watching it off a data stick. He probably yanked it when he cleaned up. How do you feel about Ice Road Truckers?”

Owen grunted. He was already fishing his cock out of his fly. “That’s be pretty hard to beat off to.”

I sighed and looked for the button to switch the television over to cable.

“What the fuck, Tom. You’re not even going to try it?” Owen’s semi-hard cock was in his hand and he meant business.

“Fine.” I shook my head and made a big show of hitting the button. “Select.”

A menu of screen-caps flashed onto the screen. He let out a whoop. I was pretty fucking happy too.

I unzipped my pants and hauled my cock out as I scanned the titles. Once I had cock in hand, I was able to concentrate on picking our poison.

“What do you think?” I asked.

Owen squinted at the screen. “How about that handyman one?”

“Not a little too familiar?”

“Shit, maybe we’ll learn some new tricks.” He wiggled back into the plush leather and got ready for business.

I turned back to the tv. “Good enough for me.” I scrolled down to the movie in question and hit play.

A message flashed on the screen. “Continue movie from 30:15?”

The timer said the scene was an hour long. That would drop us right into the middle of the action. Owen’s cock was already hard and mine was filling in anticipation. We needed release, no lead-up, so I hit yes.

When the scene started, Owen and I froze; hands on cocks and mouths gaping.

 

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