NSFW-Owned by the Contractor Pt 9

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Part 9

Tom

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I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Owen—the womanizing, man’s-man who would stick his cock in any hole…

Okay. I guess that explained it. The kid’s mouth counted as a hole. And, from what I’d just seen him do with the dildo, a pretty talented one.

I reached down and shifted the semi that wouldn’t seem to leave my jeans.

Owen chuckled. “See, kid. Even old Tom here’s into it.”

“Fine,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The whole scene was affecting me way more than it should have. I mean, I’d had circle jerks with other dudes in high school and college. There was even this one dude who’d wanted to see what it was like to give someone head. I’d been high as fuck, so I let him go for it. He hadn’t been good at it. I heard someone say once that even bad head is good head. They’d never met someone who was all teeth and slobber.

Except for the recent dp’ing of the kid’s mom where Owen and I didn’t have a choice but to rub cocks, mine hadn’t gone near another dude since. I hadn’t even thought of it—well, except maybe during some almost-blackout drunk times. But, those don’t count.

Owen spread his legs and motioned to the floor. “Come on, kid.”

“Chad,” I said.

They both looked at me.

“Stop calling him kid.” It was fine before cocks started getting inserted. Once cocks were involved, all I could think about was that we’d had the kid’s—I mean, Chad’s—mom smashed between us, held up only by our cocks shoved up both her holes.

Chad smiled and lowered his head.

Owen rolled his eyes. “Fine. Chad. Knees to carpet, buddy.” He put his arms on the armrests and pushed his hips farther to the front of the recliner.

Chad floated to the floor between his legs, his eyes glued to Owen’s bulging crotch. For a few seconds, he stared and his breath came quicker and quicker.

“Let the monster out,” Owen said, wiggling his crotch.

I huffed, and Owen cut his narrowed eyes toward me. Monster, my ass. I had at least an inch and a half on the guy, but I figured that was the wrong time to bring it up.

Chad raised his arms and rested them on Owen’s hard thighs, his hands barely an inch from the zipper where Owen’s ‘monster’ waited. He looked over at me, his face half hopeful and half scared shitless.

Damn if it didn’t look like he was asking my permission. I smiled and nodded. The guy was hungry, and who was I to tell him no. Shit, if his sex drive was even half what his mother’s was… “Dude, he’s offering. If you want it—take it. You’ll be fine.”

He glanced down at the bulge in my crotch and a slight grin twitched in one corner of his mouth.

My cock ached as it ballooned to full, rock-hard status in seconds. What the fuck was it about the guy? I shook my head.

“Training wheels first, buddy.” I nodded to Owen.

“Whoa! What?” Owen sounded indignant.

JeansButtonsChad grinned as he turned his attention back to his prize. His hand brushed the denim over Owen’s cock, which seemed to shut him up. It looked like he was trying to run his fingers around the outline of it, but it was too bunched up.

Owen shifted uncomfortably. To his credit, he didn’t rush the guy. He just watched Chad’s long, tanned fingers as they made their way to the button of his jeans.

I jumped when the button popped open. A jolt of electricity ran through me and kept sizzling as he slowly lowered the zipper.

Chad’s mouth hung slack and his eyes were wide as he pulled back one side of the jean’s flap. He stared at Owen’s partially exposed pubic hair like it was Christmas morning and he’d just gotten a pony. He pulled back the other side and exposed the base of Owen’s cramped cock and I thought he’d hyperventilate.

I’m pretty sure nobody in the history of the world had ever been happier to see a dick than Chad.

From Owen’s red face and quick breaths, he seemed glad for his dick to be seen. “Go ahead.” His words fell somewhere between a begging and a growl.

Chad reached inside the jeans and pulled Owen’s hard rod out into the open. They both sighed at the same time.

And, I’d never needed to pull mine out and beat it worse in my entire life.

Chad wrapped his long fingers around Owen’s throbbing, red cock, measuring the heft and circumference. From what I’d seen over the years, Owen was a little over average, but not much. That didn’t stop Chad from being in awe.

“Is that really your first real one?” I asked, cursing myself because my voice shook.

Chad nodded. “Yes, sir.”

I was about to shoot in my jeans.

Owen reached down and rested his hand on the back of Chad’s head, feeling the bristle of his short hair. He applied a tiny bit of pressure, urging Chad forward.

“Then, go ahead,” he groaned.

Chad leaned forward, barely sticking his tongue out—getting closer and closer. Finally, it made contact.

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