Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 7: Conor’s Unexpected Return

Cian was sitting on the veranda, eating his croissant, the crumbs falling around him. He handed me the bag, and I grabbed a croissant. Mine crumbled as much as his, and the flakes blew away in the breeze.

I looked at my chest and laughed; some crumbs got stuck to the cum on my chest.

“Let’s clean up in the lake.” Cian pulled me to the shore, and we waded in.

Ollie and Ewan were sitting on the swing bench, watching us. I was about to rub water onto my chest when I felt Cian touch me. He was washing me clean. He washed his cum and the crumbs from my chest, and he took great pleasure in washing my cock and balls. He made me hard and stroked me. My brother and his friend watched Cian wank me as we stood knee deep in the lake.

I didn’t care we were being watched. Ollie and I had no secrets anymore, and Ewan already knew about us.

I screwed up my face and came into the lake. Cian stopped wanking me and washed me again, this time being gentle, knowing my knob would be very sensitive.

We swam a while and played in the water while Ollie and Ewan watched us.

I shivered as we walked to the shore, the morning breeze giving me a chill.

“Would you mind getting our trainers?” I asked Ollie, “I don’t want to go inside and drip water all over the place.”

“Sure.” Ollie got up and fetched our trainers. I told him that Cian and I were going exploring and we’ll be back about lunchtime.

After slipping on our trainers, I took Cian by the hand and walked into the woods.

“There is a beautiful woodland walk this way, and I spotted a secluded beach,” I said to Cian.

Behind me, I could hear Ollie say to Ewan, “Don’t they make a cute couple?”

 

The secluded beach wasn’t far away, but we had to go through some underbrush, and some bramble bushes whipped our legs. Cian got caught, and a bramble thorn pierced his calf. I got away with some scratches, but no blood was drawn.

The thorn left a trail of blood, but it quickly dried.

We took off our trainers and waded into the lake. I crouched down and washed the dried blood from his leg. I rubbed higher, massaging his thigh and then his buttock. His cock was hardening. I turned him to face me. I slurped in his half-hard cock and started to suck it. Cian groaned and placed his hands on my head. He didn’t force me to do anything; his hands merely rested and occasionally stroked my brown hair. I loved it when he stroked my ear. I never thought my ear could make my cock lurch.

If this was experimenting, then I was learning so much about what felt good, and it wasn’t always centred on my cock. If you’d asked me a month ago, I would never have considered having another boy’s cock in my mouth, and I would never have thought that it would also give me pleasure.

Cian was leaking precum; I could taste it. It tasted different to my saliva. My cock would flinch every time I tasted him. What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d spent the last four years wanting to fuck a girl, suck her tits and lick her clit. Now all I wanted to do was suck Cian’s cock, suck on his nipples and fuck his peachy arse. The strange thing is that I only wanted to do this to Cian; I didn’t want to do it to any other boy. It had to be Cian. He was the one I wanted. I didn’t want to do this to anyone else.

Cian’s cock pulsated in my mouth, and I felt his cum hit the back of my throat. I almost choked, but I managed to pull off slightly and let his cum hit my tongue. It was thick and gelatinous; I could feel it congeal as I rolled it around my mouth before swallowing.

When it flopped from my lips, I cupped some lake water in my hand and washed him clean. His cock was softening, and I felt the fleshy tube roll around my fingers.

I took Cian back to the shore, and we lay on the sand, gazing up at the sky.

“I never dreamt any of this would happen.” Cian still looked at the sky but grabbed my hand.

“Neither did I. Do you still have a crush on me?” I concentrated on a wispy cloud as it crossed the blue sky.

“No. That was just a childish infatuation. A schoolboy crush. That’s partly why I hardly ever spoke to you. I was afraid I’d give away that I fancied the pants off you and you’d laugh at me and tell the whole school.”

“I would never have done that,” I told him

“I wasn’t confident enough to take the risk.”

“And now?”

Cian rolled onto me and pressed his lips to mine, “I feel I can take on the world. Even my arsehole of a brother.”

He was so happy. I let him smother my face with kisses. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly against my body. I could feel his hard cock press against my belly; in return, my hard cock pushed against his backside.

Cian reached behind me and grabbed my hard cock. “Do you mind?” He grinned at me.

“You never need to ask.”

Cian lifted himself a little and guided his cock into his arse. He was still wet and lubricated from when we fucked earlier that morning. I loved the feeling of his arse wrapping itself around my cock. He rocked his hips, massaging his prostate with my cock. But he wasn’t using me; it was also my pleasure that he elicited. My cock throbbed inside him. He was grinning down at me, rocking his hips and grinding his arse onto my cock. His cock was hard, and he held it against my belly. I could see precum oozing from his exposed knob and wet my skin. I don’t know what it was, but I felt an electric charge every time his knob touched my skin. It would make my cock throb inside his arse.

It was the first time we fucked with Cian on top of me. It was the first time I really wasn’t in control.

Cian teased my cock with his hole, slowly stroking my shaft with his sphincter. It felt good to let Cian do the work for once. I reached out and rubbed Cian’s nipples. Each time I tweaked them, his arse tightened against my cock. I didn’t want to cum so soon, so I left his nipples alone. He seemed disappointed, but I knew he understood.

I grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it as he rode me. I enjoyed being the passive partner. I felt guilty at first, but that was the macho part of me saying I should be doing the fucking. But all I had to do was look in Cian’s eyes, and I knew he was getting as much pleasure out of this as I was.

Despite lying on my back, my heart was beating as fast as it did when I fucked Cian. His cock felt damp and clammy. I wanked him as he rode my cock, his precum pooling on my belly and my precum oozing into Cian’s bowels.

Seeing Cian’s face against the blue sky was beautiful. His eyes were bright, his lips curled in an esoteric pleasure. If I could merge with him, I could.

Cian grunted, and his cock shot cum up my body. I scooped up his cum, and smeared it over my body. I wanted to rub Cian into my skin, into my being. It took me by surprise when my cock exploded inside him.

We never saw another soul all morning. I think we both wanted to avoid people and stay together, alone, as long as possible. I also didn’t believe that I’d cum so much in a day, Cian as well. Despite all of Cian’s cum swilling in my stomach, I began to feel hungry.

“We should go back and get some lunch,” I suggested.

“But let’s come back to the woods afterwards. I’m enjoying our time together.”

“So am I.” I kissed Cian, and then I said, “But I also need food.”

I grabbed Cian’s hand, and we walked back to Ollie’s cabin. We ambled back to the cabin. We were both hungry, but neither of us wanted other people to interrupt our day.

We could hear voices as we approached the cabin.

Cian stopped and pulled me back as I hadn’t realised he was now standing still.

“That’s Conor’s voice.” He looked afraid.

“Are you sure? I couldn’t make out who it was.”

“Positive.” I could feel Cian shaking. “He can’t find me here. He’ll kill me.”

“This thing between you and Conor needs sorting out.” I sighed.

“I know, but not today. Please.” Cian pleaded with me.

“Okay.” I pecked his lips. “I’ll go ahead, you wait here and stay out of the way.”

I felt guilty leaving Cian alone in the woods. But I understood why he didn’t want to see his brother. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him either.

As I approached the cabin, Ollie saw me and ran to greet me. He hugged me, which was unusual. He whispered in my ear.

“Conor’s here. Where’s Cian?”

“He’s in the woods. He heard his voice. What are we going to do?” I was worried about him.

“I tried to call you, but both of you left your phones in the cabin.”

“We’re naked, Ollie. Where are we supposed to put them?” I smiled.

Ollie looked worried, “Cian needs to leave. Unless you want to see them come to blows.”

“His clothes are in your van at the car park. He has no way to go home.”

Ollie held me tight as he thought, “Tell him to get his clothes, the van is unlocked. Then get Harvey or Arthur to book him a taxi. Say that I’ll come over and pay later. “

“Thanks, Ollie. But this is fucking shit.”

“Run back and tell Cian the plan. Then come back. I’m afraid Cian’s on his own. Conor has seen you.”

I hated Ollie’s plan, but it made sense. This morning had been so pleasant, just me and Cian. I never wanted it to end. But Conor’s arriving expectantly wrenched us apart.

I ran back to the woodland and kissed Cian. I apologised and told him what he needed to do. He held me tightly but understood. I told him how to get to the front gate without passing Ollie’s cabin and being seen by Conor.

“I don’t have my phone.” Cian looked concerned.

“I can’t get it, you’ll have to go without it. I’ll find a way to get it to you later.”

“Thanks, Louis.” He kissed me.

We hated saying goodbye, but it was necessary. I went back to the cabin.

Conor saw me and huffed. “Finally come back. Just when we don’t need you.”

“You never needed me.” I dismissed him and sat on the sofa. My mobile phone was still on the coffee table, and so was Cian’s. I grabbed it and looked at the messages Ollie had sent me, warning me that Conor had arrived. Cian’s mobile phone also showed unread messages. I couldn’t access them as I didn’t have his code. “What are you doing here?” I said belligerently.

“Helping Ollie move into his new home. What the fuck are you still doing here?”

“Well, I stayed in case you came back.” I stood up and grabbed my cock, “I wanted to make sure you knew what a proper cock looked like.”

“Call that a cock? You little shit. You’ll never match your brother.”

“Well, I’m not the one obsessed with his cock.” I countered.

“Pack it in, you two.” Ollie stepped between us. “Conor, pack it in. Louis is my brother. If you can’t get on with him, you can’t get on with me.” Conor was shocked by Ollie’s ultimatum. So was I. “And you, Louis. Cut Conor some slack.” He didn’t explain why I should, but I knew enough to know that Conor was confused and embarrassed at fucking Ollie.

Conor didn’t look at me. But I wanted to be the bigger man. “Let’s agree to be friends, or at least not enemies.” I held out my hand to shake.

He shook my hand, “Sorry, Louis. You just remind me so much of my brother. He’s such a fucking loser. I can’t believe we’re related. But I do see that you take after Ollie.”

I wanted to challenge Conor about his feelings for his brother, but we’d reached some sort of understanding. Neither of us would bicker or shout abuse at each other.

“Why do you hate your brother so much?” I asked Conor.

“He’s always sneaking around. I can’t trust him. He’s a thorn in my side. He takes every opportunity to show how much more brainy he is.”

“He’s different, that’s all,” I explained to Conor. “He’s good with his brain, you’re good with your hands. Both are needed in Cockaigne.”

“I just wish he wouldn’t throw it in my face every time he got the chance.” Conor sighed. I suspect he hated the animosity between them.

“If you asked him, I bet that he says he doesn’t do it, or at least thinks he doesn’t do it.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Conor dismissed me.

“Why don’t we all get together and talk to each other, you and Cian and me and Ollie. We could meet here so we are all naked and have nothing to hide.”

“I don’t want him seeing me naked, and I certainly don’t want to see him naked.” Conor dismissed my idea immediately.

“Well, think about it.” I picked up my phone and sneakily grabbed Cian’s phone, concealing it from Conor. “I think I need to get home. Mum keeps messaging me.”

“Yes, she rang earlier wanting you home. I told her you’d gone for a hike in the woods and I would get you back later.”

I stayed a while longer, just merging into the background as Ollie, Conor, and Ewan chatted and helped unpack the boxes. Ollie’s new wardrobe was in place, and it looked very nice in his bedroom. There was a full-length mirror on one of the doors. I’m sure it would come in handy for something, although I wondered what. I’m not in the habit of looking at my naked body in the mirror.

I tidied my room and made my bed. I didn’t want to leave it a mess. Ollie came in and grabbed the lube he left.

“I’ll get you some of your own so we don’t have to share or disturb each other whenever we need some.”

“Thanks, Ollie. I appreciate it. I should get back before Mum comes and drags me away.”

“I’ll take you. Conor and Ewan can keep themselves busy for an hour.” He then whispered in my ear. “I can then take Cian’s phone to him.”

“Thanks, Ollie.”

 

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