Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 23: Louis’s Love-Life

I was surprised to find Kurt waiting for me when I left the house for college. We usually met at the gates, but I suspected he wanted to talk about what happened at the cabin yesterday.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked me; he sounded worried, but I did notice that he looked at my backside. There was no sign there saying that it had just been fucked yesterday.

“Fine.” I smiled. “I had a great time yesterday. But don’t go all funny on me. I loved you both fucking me, but it won’t happen regularly.”

“I don’t know what came over me,” Kurt admitted.

“Well, you’ve now lost your virginity and trust me, you are a good fuck. Now go out there and get yourself a girl.”

“Thanks, Louis.” Kurt smiled. “It did feel great. I was surprised Cian let it happen.”

“We may be boyfriends, but it doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy other people. Cian knows I’m dating Holly, but I don’t think he has anyone else. But when he gave me permission to let you fuck me, I was as shocked as you.”

“Are you both okay this morning?”

“We spent most of the evening messaging each other. He’s fine with what happened. He even wanked himself as we talked. So did I.” I giggled.

Any awkwardness between Kurt and me had gone by the time we met Holly at the College gates. I kissed her and pressed my body against hers. My cock hardened, and I’m sure she could feel it.

I forgot about Cian while we kissed. My cock wanted her and not him. But when we came up for air, I felt guilty. Yesterday, I had declared my love for Cian, and I didn’t know what that meant for Holly and me.

Holly knew I was bisexual, but I now had to tell her I had fallen in love with someone else. But I could still feel myself slowly falling for her. In Cockaigne, it wouldn’t have been unusual for a person to have multiple lovers or sex partners. But Holly was new to the town, and I didn’t know how she would feel.

My guts churned as I knew I would need to talk to her.

I spent the morning mentally preparing myself for that talk. I asked Kurt for some space so I could talk to her. He agreed and wished me luck. I needed it. It was only going to go two ways: one way, she would tell me to fuck off and leave her alone, the other was that she would understand. My gut told me it would go the first way, as she didn’t understand the ways of Cockaigne.

My head was busy practising the conversation, and I wasn’t concentrating on my chisel and piece of wood. The chisel slipped and almost cut my fingers. Kurt saw what happened and grabbed the chisel from me.

“Concentrate, Louis.” He whispered, not wanting to draw the teacher’s attention.

Kurt helped me, ensuring I wasn’t a danger to myself. I think we were both relieved when the bell rang.

I approached Holly and asked if I could talk to her in private. She looked worried.

While everyone else was in the refectory, we went outside and sat on a bench.

I held her hand and squeezed it for comfort.

“Something happened over the weekend.” I took in a deep breath, “I don’t know where it leaves us, but that will be up to you, and I’m telling you because you deserve to know. I respect you too much.”

“What is it, Louis?” Now she looked really worried.

“I spent the weekend with Cian at my brother’s cabin. We had sex and said ‘I love you’ for the first time.” I looked away from her; I didn’t want to see her expression. But I felt her fingers release my hand and slip apart.

“Why are you telling me? Are you breaking up with me?” Her voice was soft and uncertain.

“I don’t want to.”

“You want to have us both?” She asked.

“I understand if that is not an option for you. But I have been falling for you. I think I also love you, and I enjoy our time together.”

“I enjoy spending time with you, too,” Holly said.

I found the courage to look at her. She looked more confused than upset or angry.

“I don’t claim to understand this town, or how people can be sexually open here,” Holly said. “But give me time to think.”

“Have you had your inoculation?” I wondered.

“Yes, Dad and I had it on the day we moved here.”

“Sometimes that can open people up.”

“It did have an effect on us, but it has passed now. Dad no longer spends time in his room trying to release his pent-up frustration at not having a partner.”

“How did it affect you?” I asked.

“Pretty much the same. But I was more discreet.” She sighed, “Does Cian know about us? How does he feel about me?”

“He does,” I said flatly.

“And he’s fine with it?”

“He understands.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Holly said.

“I think he would prefer it if it were just him and me. But he understands I also have feelings for you.”

“But he’d prefer it if you weren’t seeing me?”

“Yes.”

There was now silence between us. I looked away from her again and cast my eyes down the faded grey tarmac between my feet.

“Thank you for being honest with me.” Holly stood up, “Give me some time to think. I’ll be in touch.”

She walked away, and I held my face in my hands. I didn’t want to hurt her, and I didn’t want to lose her. Her reaction surprised me. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t upset. She didn’t give anything away. I wondered if she was in shock and would be angry later and tell me to ‘fuck off’.

Kurt must have been watching us from afar and in the shadows so that he wouldn’t be noticed. When Holly disappeared, he came over and sat next to me.

“How did it go?” He asked.

“I don’t know. She wasn’t upset or angry, she just asked me to give her time.”

“There’s some hope then. I know how you feel about her.”

“Thanks, Kurt.”

 

Holly didn’t look at me or even acknowledge my presence all afternoon. She was concentrating on her work. I should also have been concentrating, but my mind was elsewhere. This time, it didn’t go unnoticed by the teacher. I was asked to stay behind at the end of the day.

I told Kurt to wait for me as I remained in the room.

Mr Wankum sat next to me. I prepared myself for a stern lecture, but his expression was soft.

“I’m not blind, Mr Rothwell.” He may have been formal, but to me, it felt like he respected me. “I’ve seen your relationship with Holly grow from a friendship to become something more. It now seems you have hit a bump in the road. I understand how that can throw a young man. I was young once.” He smiled at me.

I looked at him. “We have hit a bump, Sir. A big one.”

“Whatever happens, you will get over it, trust me. But I’m not here to give you advice on your love life. I’m here to teach you skills and prepare you for the world of work.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I was distracted today.”

“Yes, Louis. You have been distracted, and that is what I need to speak to you about. Whatever happens in your personal life, you can’t let it affect your work.”

“I understand.”

“No, Louis. I don’t think you do. What we do can be dangerous. We work with sharp and heavy tools. We may work with gas or electricity, or at height. We can’t afford to be distracted. It could be dangerous. A distraction could mean you not tightening the nut on a scaffolding rail correctly, touching a live circuit, or drilling a hole in your hand.”

I remembered the incident this morning when I nearly ripped the flesh from my fingers with a chisel.

“It is something you will have to learn. Put all stresses and distractions to the back of your mind and concentrate on the job in hand.”

“I will, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not telling you off, Louis. I understand how your private life can interfere with your professional life. I’m trying to teach you the important skill of forgetting your problems while working. It could save your life.”

Mr Wankum pulled up the sleeve of his overalls. He showed me his arm, and I saw a nasty scar on his forearm. The scar disfigured the shape of his skin and the muscle underneath.

“How did that happen?” I was shocked.

“Let’s just say I was about ten years older than you are now, and I had a blazing row with my girlfriend before I went to work. My mind wasn’t on my work. I was turning some wood, and my hand slipped; I caught my arm on the lathe.”

“That must have hurt.” I winced.

“It did. But please learn from my mistakes. I don’t want something similar to happen to you or any of my students.”

“Thank you, Sir. But how do you put it out of your mind? I feel terrible that I may have hurt her.”

Mr Wankum chuckled. “That’s the most difficult thing to learn, and everyone is different. Let me know if you successfully find a way.”

“Thanks, Sir.” I smiled.

“Now get out of here. I’m sure Kurt is waiting for you.”

 

Cian knew I was supposed to be with Holly this evening, working on her motorcycle, but that was now cancelled. I thought about surprising him, but instead I walked home with Kurt.

His parents were still at work, so we had the house to ourselves. He could tell I was moping about Holly and tried to cheer me up. He grabbed us a couple of drinks, and we went to his bedroom. It was a mess, and his bed wasn’t made.

He pushed aside some dirty clothes, and we sat on his bed, playing computer games. He had a large-screen television in his room and the latest games console. I was jealous. I suppose being an only child had its benefits.

Kurt let me play first. I sat with the controller in my hands, my eyes concentrating on the screen as I shot virtual insurgents hiding in the heavily bombed village, all trying to kill me. It wasn’t long before I realised that Kurt was looking at me and not the screen.

“Why did you let me do it?” He asked.

“Do what?” I was busy concentrating on the game.

“Let me fuck you.”

A guttural sound blasted from the television as my character was shot and killed. He made me lose concentration.

“I enjoyed it, and you looked like you were ready.” I dropped the controller and looked at Kurt, “Why did you do it? You sucked me as well as fucked me.”

Kurt lowered his head; he didn’t want to look at me. I thought it was from embarrassment, but I quickly realised he was looking at my crotch.

“We’ve been best mates for like, forever. And seeing you and Cian together,” he paused a moment, “it felt like he was taking you away from me, and I wanted to bring you back. If he could do those things with you, so could I.”

I laughed. “Cian doesn’t usually fuck me; I usually fuck him. So if you want to do what Cian does for me, get those clothes off and let me at your arse.”

“Fuck off!” Kurt pushed me and laughed.

“Seriously, Kurt. You’re no less a man because you fucked me, and I’m no less a man because I have been fucked.”

“I know. It’s just that I did all those things to you. I actually enjoyed it. You know I’ve never done anything before, with anyone. Boy or girl. But…”

“But you wanted more,” I said.

“I didn’t want to be fucked. I don’t think I could ever let that happen. But…”

“But you wanted someone to suck you.”

Kurt nodded, and I smiled.

“Well, come on. Let’s get it over with.” I stood up and pulled Kurt with me.

He was surprised and let me unbutton his beige overalls. They fell to the floor, and he stood in front of me in just a T-shirt and tight white briefs. I pulled off his T-shirt and saw the straggles of dark hair in his armpits.

I cupped his bulge through his tight white briefs. He was still soft and palpable. It was only yesterday that what was in my hand was hard and up my arse.

I grabbed the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down. I got to my knees and sucked in his soft cock. My nose was tickled by his thick bush of pubes as my tongue played with his limp cock. I could feel it thicken and harden. Before long, it was pressing the back of my throat, forcing my face out of his pubes.

Above me, Kurt groaned. I took his cock from my mouth and pushed him onto the bed. I knelt between his legs and sucked on his knob, slurping his precum. I held his balls and rolled them around my palms. I went further and pushed a finger along his perineum towards his arse.

His arse was sweaty from a day’s work at college, which made it easier for my finger to slip between his cheeks, edging closer to his hole. My mouth and tongue kept up the work on his cock, which distracted him from what my finger was doing. But when I reached his hole and pushed the tip inside, he almost screamed, and his cock exploded in my mouth. He came hard, firing his thick semen at the back of my throat. I held my breath, closing the back of my throat to prevent me from inhaling his cum. I swallowed as my mouth filled, preventing any from dripping down my chin.

I pushed more of my finger inside his arse, and his cock lurched again, spewing more cum into my mouth.

I swallowed again and pulled my mouth from his cock and my finger from his arse. His cock was still hard and covered with cum. I licked it clean.

“How was your first blow job?” I looked up at Kurt.

“We have to do this again.” Kurt gasped. I think I got him addicted.

 

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