Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 22: Three Is Not A Crowd

I groaned with contentment as I felt Cian’s hand gently stroke my chest. He would occasionally flick my nipples and kiss my neck. But it was feeling his breath on my naked skin that I enjoyed the most.

I could hear the day continuing without me. Ollie, or Ewan, was doing something in the kitchen; I could hear the clanging of pots and then the sound of a sharp knife cutting a vegetable. It was like my senses were heightened.

My eyes were closed, but I knew Kurt was standing in the doorway. He was quiet, but I could hear his bare feet on the wooden floor and his light breaths.

I wanted to look at him. I needed to know that he was okay with what had happened and what he’d seen.

Kurt’s face looked serene as he looked at Cian and me. He was leaning against the door frame, and I cast my eyes down his body. He looked good naked; his chest was smooth, his skin pale. I knew he had a faint trail of hair from his belly button, leading to his pubes, but I couldn’t make it out; he was too far away.

His dark pubes shone against his pale skin. He didn’t trim. They looked lush. His cock was soft, his long foreskin hanging over his knob.

I held out my hand, “Come here.” I said softly.

Kurt approached me and took my hand.

“Sit down,” I told him, and I felt the mattress dip from his weight. It caused me to roll closer to him. “Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes.” Kurt sighed. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. I could feel what you meant to each other.”

“It’s the best feeling in the world. I wish you could feel it.”

“So do I,” Kurt mumbled, but I noticed him look at my body. He reached for my cock and touched it, tentatively at first. Once he got used to the feel, he wrapped his fingers around it and started stroking me. It was still sticky with my cum.

I cast my eyes to Cian. He was watching Kurt stroke me, and my cock got harder. Our eyes met, and I could see the agreement; he was okay with what Kurt was doing to my cock.

Cian reached over and kissed me. “He wants to suck you.” He whispered in my ear.

Kurt didn’t hear him; his eyes were watching his hand stroke my hard cock. I noticed him lick his lips as he brought his face closer to my cock. He took in a deep breath, inhaling my scent. He pulled down my foreskin, exposing my moist knob. He brought his face even closer, and I felt his tongue flick my frenulum.

I gasped as his tongue touched my cock. Cian pressed his lips over my open mouth, and he thrust his tongue inside. I could feel Cian’s hard cock poke my hip.

Below me, Kurt had drawn up the courage to put my cock in his mouth. He was only sucking on my exposed knob, and he was doing a reasonable job.

I couldn’t believe I had two guys touching me. Kurt kept my cock between his lips, and Cian kissed down my neck and sucked a nipple, causing my cock to leak and Kurt to swallow my precum.

Cian’s tongue flicked my nipple, then his teeth scraped it, and finally his lips kissed and suckled on it. I was writhing beneath them.

Kurt became braver, and my cock slipped further between his lips until it hit the back of his throat. He gagged a little and pulled back. His tongue caressed my shaft.

I remained totally passive underneath my two friends as they caressed, licked, sucked and teased me. I felt a little disappointed when Kurt took his mouth from my cock. He replaced it with his hand, but it didn’t feel the same. Then I felt him suck one of my balls into his mouth. His tongue rubbed against my scrotum, and his hand slowly wanked me.

My cock kept leaking, and I couldn’t stop myself from continually groaning. Cian placed his mouth over my lips and kissed me, my groans travelling to his lungs and chest. His tongue was inside my mouth, and I tried to grip it with my lips. I wished it were his cock in my mouth.

Kurt spat out my testicle and sucked in the other one. He’d stopped wanking me, and my cock rested against his face, my knob dripping precum.

It wasn’t long before his lips were on my cock again, and he was sucking me. My balls ached, and I knew he was taking me to the point of no return. Kurt must have known. What teenage boy doesn’t know when a cock is about to explode? Cian also knew I was close. He stopped kissing me.

“Cum for him,” Cian whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

I grunted, and my guts spasmed. I didn’t have the breath to warn Kurt before my cock throbbed and my cum shot into his mouth.

Kurt sucked on my knob, drinking my cum. Cian and I tried to watch, but his floppy fringe of dark hair concealed his face.

His lips didn’t release my cock until it stopped throbbing.

“Let him fuck you,” Cian whispered, and I felt my hole throb. I wanted him inside me.

I raised my knees, grabbed them and pulled them closer to my chest.

Kurt was hard.

“He’s ready for you,” Cian told Kurt.

I felt Kurt’s cock touch my hole. It felt cool; his moist knob rested against my partially open arsehole. He looked at me, and my eyes pleaded with him to push inside.

I felt the pressure against my hole, which opened, and Kurt pushed his cock inside me. He drove slowly yet firmly until he was buried inside me.

The feel of his cock made me groan. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back. I felt a twinge of pain but knew I would soon feel pleasure. My hole was well-lubed with Cian’s cum, and my cock thickened as I thought of my boyfriend’s cum sloshing around my best friend’s cock.

I let go of my knees and placed them on Kurt’s shoulders. It was then that he looked at me. His eyes showed the joy and ecstasy he was feeling. I knew Kurt was a virgin, but now he wasn’t. It wasn’t the way he wanted to lose his virginity. I knew he would have preferred it if I were a girl, but it didn’t stop him from loving every moment as he thrust his cock inside me.

Kurt’s pace was quickening.

“Slow down, Kurt,” Cian said softly. “Take your time and enjoy the feeling.”

Kurt stopped fucking me, his cock deep inside me. He was panting, trying to catch his breath.

“Remember, Louis needs to enjoy it too,” Cian told him.

Kurt looked at me, his eyes flowing from my face down to my hard cock, which swayed slowly between us. He pulled his cock out slowly. His cock left my hole, and I felt empty. Then he pushed back inside. We groaned in union. I clenched my muscles, trying to grip his cock.

I was sweating from the passion. Cian sat by my head, stoking my damp fringe from my eyes and forehead. His touch was gentle and sweet.

Kurt’s leisurely fuck was driving me wild. His knob hit that special place inside me, which made my cock ooze precum, then his shaft would rub against that special place, teasing and pleasing me. My cock felt rock hard and ready to cum. It was only about ten minutes since I’d cum down Kurt’s throat.

I tried my best, but I couldn’t hold off. My cock exploded and flailed between our sweaty bodies. My cum flew everywhere, over me, Kurt, and some reached Cian.

Kurt didn’t give me any time to recover; he kept fucking me. His cock was still stabbing against that special place inside, which prevented my sensitive cock from going soft.

He fucked me for another fifteen minutes before I sensed he was close.

Cian also knew Kurt was close to cumming, “Go for it. Fuck him hard until you cum.” Cian was instructing him. Whatever happened to that shy boy?

I was grunting as Kurt slammed his cock inside me. My cock was hard again, sticky with my cum and dripping precum again.

He fucked me harder. I was gasping for breath as I lost control of my body. I only cared about the sensations his cock was giving me.

Kurt slowed his strokes, but they came harder. My balls rattled between us, my cock flailing and spitting out precum.

Then he stopped, his cock buried inside me, he silently brayed as I felt his cock throb against my hole, and I knew he was feeding me his cum.

I sighed; a contented sigh as his cock still pulsed against my hole.

Cian stood up, vacating the space beside me. Kurt’s arms gave way, and I felt his weight against my chest. He rolled off me. I felt empty as his hard cock slipped from my hole. He was now lying next to me, where Cian used to be.

I felt Cian grab my ankles and raise my legs again. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath before he plunged his cock inside me.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped as Cian began to fuck me.

Beside me, Kurt lay on his back staring at the ceiling as Cian fucked me, for the second time that day.

I was a sweaty and confused mess. These two boys had taken me to a place I never knew existed. My world was my hole. They had given me as much pleasure as I gave them, and they didn’t stop.

The cute, shy boy who used to be Cian had discovered a new side to him that loved to fuck me. The first time today, we made love. Now he was fucking me, and I loved it. I loved being fucked.

My cock didn’t care how many times it had cum today as I came again. Only a few drops oozed out, but my orgasm felt as good as the first.

Cian grabbed my cock and balls, pressing them against my body. It didn’t hurt. I didn’t get the chance to feel pain as Cian fucked me harder, slamming his body against mine.

Then he came, and I felt his cock thicken and throb as he shot his second load of the day inside me.

Cian rolled off me and lay on the other side. He was panting.

Once his breathing slowed, he snuggled up against me. Kurt’s eyes were closed, and I wrapped my arm around him, pushing it between his back and the mattress and pulling him close to me.

My arse felt… I don’t know how to describe it. It felt well fucked. I didn’t feel sore, but I was very conscious of my hole. I tried to clench it, keeping the three loads inside me, but it didn’t work as they seeped out and onto the mattress beneath me.

I fell into a contented sleep.

 

Everybody seems to have this sixth sense that tells you when you’re being watched. It was this sense that woke me. We must have looked an amusing sight. Three naked sixteen-year-old boys lying naked on a bed, our limbs entwined.

Ollie and Conor were the ones watching us sleep. My eyelids flickered, and I saw them standing by the open door. I drifted awake with a feeling of utter contentment, a feeling I knew would dissipate as I inched closer to the waking world.

“Louis,” Ollie whispered. “It’s getting late. You all have to go home soon.”

I closed my eyes. Why was he doing this to me? Why couldn’t he leave me between Cian and Kurt? Why did I have to return to the real world?

Cian was lying on my arm. It felt numb. I pulled it from under him, causing him to stir and shift. Our fidgeting on the mattress woke Kurt.

I shifted and shuffled to the foot of the bed and stood up. I stretched the sleep from my body and then felt my arse. It was sticky, my buttocks almost glued together by the cum that had leaked out and dried.

“You need a shower,” Ollie told me.

I wondered if all three of us could fit in the shower. I knew Cian and I could fit, but I don’t think we could manage to squeeze Kurt in.

I looked at the two boys left on the bed. The gap I left had been closed as Cian and Kurt slid closer together, Cian wrapping his arm over Kurt’s body. I wondered if he thought it was me.

I decided to leave them, and I showered alone.

 

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