Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 19: Not In Front of Kurt

I felt a warmth engulf my cock. I was already hard, and the morning sun shone through my eyelids. I squirmed and groaned as the moist lips ran up and down my shaft. I reached beneath the duvet and ran my hands through the hair of the person sucking me off.

“Fuck. That feels so good, Kurt.” I kept rubbing his hair. “I didn’t expect you to do this.”

My voice was soft, and I gradually opened my eyes. I looked beside me and flinched when I saw the back of Kurt’s head and his dark hair.

I lifted the duvet and looked at the head sucking my cock, the hair was lighter than Kurt’s, it was Cian. I tensed up, hoping Kurt didn’t wake to find Cian giving me a blow job.

I pulled Cian off my cock. He looked up at me, grinning. “We can’t,” I mouthed at him.

Cian crawled up my body and kissed me. He snuggled against me, his hand now resting on my cock and slowly stroking it. I didn’t stop him. He threw my duvet off me; it was now only covering Kurt. I looked over, and he still seemed asleep.

My cock was leaking precum, and his hand was now making a slapping sound as he stroked me. I couldn’t help groaning, and Cian knew we had to be quiet so we didn’t wake Kurt. He pressed his lips to mine, inhaling my sounds and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.

My cock soon began to lurch and spurt over my body. Cian pulled his mouth from mine as I moaned, his hand kept stroking me, teasing my cum from cock.

I closed my eyes and felt Cian smear my cum into my skin. I felt his head rest against my shoulder, and I closed my eyes. It felt wonderful to have him hold me and snuggle up against me. I didn’t fall asleep, but I wasn’t awake. I was in this half-sleep where I was only vaguely aware of what was happening around me.

The mattress shifted. It must have been Kurt getting up. My stomach lurched. I was worried he had been awake while Cian wanked me.

The door creaked as Kurt left the room. A few moments later, I heard the toilet flush, but he didn’t come back into the bedroom.

A few moments later, we smelt toast. Knowing Kurt was busy making himself some breakfast, Cian became more invigorated and grabbed my cock again. He stroked it back to life and then straddled me. He guided my cock towards his hole.

“We can’t,” I whispered nervously. “What about Kurt?”

“I’ll let him fuck me later.” Cian joked and pressed down on my cock. I screwed up my eyes as I felt his arse encase and squeeze my cock. I didn’t want to be heard. “He’s busy with breakfast. He won’t come back.”

I didn’t necessarily believe him, but the sensation his arse caused on my cock sent all reason from my mind. He slowly raised himself and sank back down on my cock. I watched as his cock flopped as he fucked himself. It grew and hardened. His foreskin retracted, and as it flailed in front of him, his precum flew in all directions.

“Fuck!” I flinched and shut my right eye as a drop of precum flew into it.

Cian stopped fucking himself on my cock and rested against my hips, my cock still deep inside him. He watched as I rubbed my eye and tried to open it. I could still feel it sting.

“Are you alright, Louis. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s not your fault. Shit happens.” I told him as I finally managed to open up my eye.

“It looks red.” Cian looked down at me. “Is it okay?”

“Fine,” I told him, but I could feel it watering. “But why have you stopped?” I grinned at him.

Cian started to fuck himself again; this time, he held his stiff cock and squeezed out his precum.

I forgot the stink in my eye as Cian grinned inanely above me as he loved the feel of my cock inside him. He wanked his cock as he fucked himself. He became more frantic as his orgasm approached. I felt my cock lurch as I knew he was close. His arse would grip my cock harder. He gasped above me, his hand a blur on his cock.

He shuddered, and I watched his cock shoot cum. The first shot hit me between my eyes, luckily. It dribbled down the side of my nose and reached the corner of my mouth. I licked my lips, tasting his cum. He settled on my hips as the rest of his cum coated my chest.

Once he’d recovered from his orgasm, he started fucking himself again on my cock. He held his wet cock to prevent it from flailing and causing droplets of cum to fling over me in case another drop landed in my eye.

He fucked faster. I noticed his cock hardened again, I felt his hole tighten against my cock, and I groaned and thrashed beneath him. I could feel my cock become sensitive. I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I forgot about Kurt, forgot about trying to stay quiet so he couldn’t hear us. My cock exploded inside Cian. He could feel my cock throb and sat heavily on my hips, forcing my cock deeper inside him. My cock unloaded in him, we groaned in unison, and my hips thrust upwards as each spurt coated his insides.

We settled motionless as my cock stopped lurching, still connected. I could feel my cum dribbling out of his arse and into my pubes and down my balls. I moaned as it felt so good. The sensation of my cum oozing from his and coating my balls.

Cian lifted himself off my cock, we heard a squelch and a clot of cum was ejected and splattered over my belly. We giggled like schoolboys when they hear someone fart.

“At least you won’t be dribbling my cum down your legs for the rest of the day.” I giggled at Cian, who grabbed a tissue and wiped his arse.

“All clean. No evidence that you ever came inside me.”

I pointed to my slimy cock, “What about this?”

Cian giggled and dived towards my soft cock. He sucked it into his mouth and licked me clean.

My cock was sensitive, and I squirmed, trying to get his mouth off me. I managed to push him off, and we got off the bed. We shared a gentle kiss, and I took a deep breath, getting the courage to join Kurt. I hoped he wasn’t angry with us fucking while he was around.

I left first, Cian shuffling behind me. I saw Kurt sitting on the sofa; the television was on, but the volume was low, barely audible. I noticed a plate of toast on the table beside him. One slice had a tiny bite taken out of it, the rest left uneaten.

“Morning, Kurt.” I tried to sound cheery as I sat next to him.

Cian sat in a chair across from us.

I noticed his cock was hard, but he wasn’t touching it. He looked upset. He flinched when I tried placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. I removed it, but we still sat close.

“Are you okay?” I asked in a soft voice. Kurt sniffed; he was trying hard not to cry. “I’m sorry, Kurt. We got carried away. I didn’t mean to flaunt us in front of you.”

“It’s not that. I’m just fucking angry with myself. I left you to it, and I was happy for you. Then I thought about myself and my fucking shit life.” He sounded angry.

“You’ve got a good life, Kurt. We shouldn’t have flaunted our sex in front of you.”

“I’ve told you, it’s not that!” He was annoyed. “I’m glad you’re having sex, I’m glad you’ve got a boyfriend and a girlfriend. I’m just pissed off that I have neither.” He pointed to his hard cock. “Look at that.”

Cian and I glared at his cock, his stiff shaft, red, moist knob exposed from his partially retracted foreskin.

“That is because of you and Cian.” He looked at the ceiling, “Listening to you fuck each other made me hard. I thought about you fucking him, and then I thought about how you wanked me off in the forest.”

Cian glared at me; he didn’t know and seemed upset. I shook my head at him, telling him not to react and make an issue out of it. I’d talk to him later.

“I got jealous,” Kurt admitted.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I said softly, I wasn’t teasing him.

“Yes! No!” He put his head in his hands. “You’re my best friend, Louis. I suppose this is growing up. I fucking hate it!”

Kurt slouched on the sofa and grabbed his cock. He started wanking in front of Cian and me. We didn’t say anything, we just watched.

It only took a few minutes for Kurt to cum. He pointed his cock up his body and came over his chest and belly.

Cian’s cock had thickened up, so had mine.

“That’s better.” Kurt gasped and then smiled at us. “Let’s make a deal.” He looked at me.

I furrowed my brow, suspicious of what he was about to suggest.

“If I don’t lose my virginity by the end of the year, you guys will make it happen. I don’t care that neither of you is a girl. At this stage, I’d fuck anything.”

Cian looked at me. “Leave me out of this. I don’t want him fucking me.”

“Okay then. It’s down to me.” I grinned. “If you don’t lose your cherry by New Year’s Eve, I’ll come round and fuck you.”

“Get stuffed, Louis. I will be fucking you.”

I laughed, “Sorry, mate. My hole is for Cian. If you want to fuck me, you have to get his permission.”

Kurt looked at Cian and put on his dewy puppy eyes, “Please!” He begged.

We both looked at Cian, “No.” He said flatly.

I was glad he didn’t want Kurt fucking me. “Sorry, mate.” I stood in front of him and bent over to show him my arse. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my tight home. “This belongs to Cian.”

Kurt slapped my arse. “Put that thing away.” He laughed, stood up and approached Cian. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You don’t need to worry, Cian. He’s devoted to you. I was only joking. And he’s only been helping me relax and become more comfortable here.”

Kurt looked down at his cum smeared cock.

“As you can see, it worked. I’ve never wanked in front of anyone before I came here. You should feel honoured you got to watch.” Kurt grinned, making Cian blush.

“What do we want to do today?” I asked, trying to change the subject away from sex and wanking.

“What about you, Cian?” Kurt asked.

“Dunno.” He mumbled.

“Well, what can three naked young men do together?” Kurt emphasised the word ‘three’. “We can’t play pool or table football. But I know of something that begins with ‘three’.” Kurt grinned.

“We’re not having a threesome, Kurt.” I laughed.

We heard some noises coming from Ollie’s room. I heard Ollie groan. I knew that groan; it was the groan Ollie made when he felt a cock entering his hole.

I didn’t hear anything from Ewan, but I knew he was enjoying pushing his cock inside my brother.

Kurt, Cian and I looked at each other. Ollie was getting noisier.

“He’s a noisy fucker, isn’t he?” I commented, and we smiled at each other.

“Whatever we decide, let’s decide quickly. I don’t want to keep listening to that.” Kurt pointed to the door that led to the bedrooms.

“He doesn’t mind.” I grinned, and Kurt laughed.

Cian came up with a suggestion. “Let’s go to the pool.”

“Good idea, let’s have a game of dick tag.” Kurt sounded excited, like he wanted to touch our cocks.

The noise from Ollie’s bedroom got louder. Ewan was now grunting.

“Let’s go.” I turned to leave, but a man was standing there.

“What the fuck are you doing here!” Conor sounded angry and had his hands covering his crotch. He was glaring at Cian, who looked at his feet. “I said! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“He’s come to see me.” I stood belligerently. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t get fucking smart with me.” Conor was virtually yelling, but he never uncovered his cock.

The noises from Ollie’s bedroom stopped, and we heard the sound of scurrying. Ollie and Ewan appeared, their cocks were still hard, and Ewan’s was shiny, smeared with lube.

“Conor!” Ollie was as surprised as the rest of us.

 

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