Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 14: A Brief Break

Cian and I went into the living area once we’d showered. Ollie and Ewan were sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and chatting.

I poured Cian and me another glass of orange juice and put the empty carton in the recycling bin. I was about to sit down when Ollie stopped me.

“You’re not still leaking, are you?” Ollie smiled, teasing me.

“Nope, I think I lost it all in the shower.” I sat down on the small two-seat sofa; Cian sat next to me.

“So how was your first time, Louis?” Ollie asked.

“I can’t wait to do it again. Next time I want to be on my back so we’re looking at each other.” I put my arm around Cian, who blushed. Now we weren’t in the throes of passion, he was embarrassed as we talked about our sex life.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Ollie asked.

“Other than getting my brains fucked out, no.” I laughed and kissed Cian on his rosy cheek. “How about you two?”

“Same here, other than Ewan fucking my brains out, we have no plans.” Ewan laughed.

“You wish.” Ewan laughed.

“Perhaps I need someone younger and with more stamina,” Ollie told Ewan, “Perhaps I should ask Cian if you’re not up to it.” Ollie laughed.

Cian squirmed, and his cheeks went even redder.

“He’s joking,” I whispered to Cian. “Why don’t we go to the rec room. There’ll be other young people there, we could play pool or something.”

“I’m not very good at pool,” Cian said.

“Neither am I.” I nudged him. “But it’ll be fun.”

“They have tennis courts and a basketball court.” Ollie said, “They have so many facilities here, you’re spoilt for choice. A five-a-side football pitch, beach volleyball in the summer, and they also have a load of board games in the rec room.” He reeled off as much as he could think of.

“Why don’t we take a look?” I said to Cian. I sensed his nerves. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you.” He was not confident around new people.

 

The rec room was massive. It had two pool tables, two table football tables, a dart board and some arcade games against the wall. All for free. The place was also busier than I expected. I saw a diverse group of young kids, teens, parents, and older people.

I grabbed Cian’s hand and went to a pool table where a couple of teen boys were playing. They looked about our age.

“Do we mind if we have a game after you?” I asked politely.

“No probs, mate.” The teen hit the cue ball into the triangle of balls.

“Hey, why don’t we rerack and play doubles!” His friend suggested.

“Thanks.” I smiled, “I’m Louis, this is my friend Cian.”

“I’m Marcus, and this doofus is Alan, my best mate.” The second teen gestured to his grinning friend.

“Hi,” Cian and I said in unison, although Cian’s eyes were downcast, feeling shy.

Cian and I played doubles against Marcus and Alan. We chatted as we played, none of us seemed any good, but it was fun, and we would laugh at each other when we miscued or made the ball jump.

Alan was sixteen, his mischievous friend only fifteen. They were here on holiday, but were leaving at the end of the week. They didn’t live in Cockaigne, but their parents were committed nudists and visited The Cremaster Freedom Resort every year. Their school started next week, unlike ours, which began last Monday.

Cian began to open up and enjoy playing and talking to the two boys. They were both straight, but didn’t mind that we weren’t. I admitted to them I was bisexual, and I was proud of Cian when he told them he was gay.

When we told them about our sexuality, Alan would tease us by wiggling his arse when he was about to take his shot. He would also say things like, ‘You can look, but don’t touch’, when he was bent over the table.

I playfully slapped his arse. “There’s only one arse for me, and your flappy backside does nothing for me.”

“Hey, less of the flabby.” Alan would squeak, his voice betraying his youth. He actually had a nice-looking arse, pert and peachy. But I wasn’t interested in it. I surreptitiously gave Cian’s buttocks a tweak; they didn’t know we were boyfriends.

As Marcus and Alan won the fourth game in a row, Marcus suggested we get a drink. We left the table, and a group of girls took our place. Alan found a table nearby, and we sat down. He told his friend to get us all a lemonade, and he left us to go to the counter.

Alan kept looking at the girls on our pool table. “That blonde one looks fucking fit.” He told us and reached under the table, obviously squeezing his cock.

“She does look cute,” I admitted. Cian was silent.

Marcus came back with four glasses of lemonade. “Of fuck! He’s looking at a girl, isn’t he?” Marcus sighed. He knew his friend well. “Here, drink this.” He placed a glass down heavily to distract him. “He broke up with his girlfriend last month. He’s been on the lookout for a new one ever since.”

“The break-up must have hit him hard.” I laughed.

“He’s a fucking horny bastard,” Marcus said.

“Don’t you get embarrassed getting an erection in public?” Cian asked Alan.

“Fuck, no!” Alan stood up and showed us his erection. It looked a good size, at least six inches, with his foreskin partially rolled back.

“Put it away!” Marcus slapped Alan’s arse, and he sat back down.

I told our new friends about Ollie and his cabin. They were instantly jealous and also jealous that we lived in Cockaigne. They lived about a 4-hour drive away, and the naturist community there was tiny.

I suggested we walk back to the cabin, and they jumped at the idea. Cian and Marcus walked together, lagging a little behind. I could hear them talking. Cian seemed more comfortable now and told Marcus about his life in Cockaigne and the Academy.

Alan and I joked and messed around in front of them. We walked past their cabin, and he pointed to it. He waved at his parents, who were sitting on the veranda.

“I hope you’re behaving yourself.” His mother shouted to him.

“You know me, Mum.” He shouted back. “I’m always on my best behaviour.” I heard his mother and father laugh. I’d only known Alan for a little over an hour, and I knew he was a joker.

I got nervous as we approached Ollie’s cabin. It had suddenly dawned on me that he and Ewan might be fucking. I didn’t want our new friends to catch them fucking. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I saw them both sitting and snuggling on the sofa, watching television.

“Hi, Ollie,” I said, and he stood when he saw the two strangers behind me. “I’m just showing Marcus and Alan where we live.”

Alan’s eyes bugged out when he saw my brother. “Fucking hell!” His eyes were glued to Ollie’s soft seven inches swinging between his legs.

Marcus was equally shocked when he saw the size of my brother’s cock.

“The one with his jaw on the floor is Alan. He’s fifteen and now suddenly suffers from penis-envy.” I laughed.

“You could have fucking warned us,” Alan said. I’d seen my brother’s massive cock so many times I didn’t notice it anymore. But I’d forgotten how people reacted when they saw it for the first time.

Marcus was more subtle in his reaction, but I could tell he was equally shocked.

We didn’t stay long in the cabin, just a quick look around, and then we went to our private beach. We dived in and started messing around.

For two straight boys, they enjoyed playing dick-tag. Cian was now out of his shell and kept trying to grab Marcus. I think he had a thing for him, pity he was straight.

We lay on the beach when we got tired. Then Alan started to ask about Ollie, well, not about Ollie, about Ollie’s dick.

His first question was why I wasn’t as big as my brother. Whenever anyone asked me that, I would always tease them with a lecture on genetics, even though I wasn’t an expert; it always made me laugh.

Cian started to shiver from the late summer cool breeze. I pulled him to me and wrapped my arm around him.

“Are you two boyfriends?” Marcus asked because we seem so comfortable holding each other, our bodies in close contact.

Cian raised his head from my chest, “Yes.” He said and put his head back.

“You look so cute together,” Marcus said.

“Don’t start anything. I don’t want to see two guys get it on.” Alan laughed.

Cian lifted his head, and we kissed. I reached for his arse and started kneading his buttocks. I could feel his cock harden against my leg. My cock was exposed to the breeze and hardened so that Marcus and Alan could see it. Cian reached for my cock and gently stroked it.

I expected Alan to tease us or pretend to be disgusted, but he looked at us in silence. Marcus also watched us make out.

Cian pulled back, released my cock and rested his head back on my chest.

I looked at our new friends. Alan now had an erection, and Marcus was halfway there.

“I’ve never seen that before in real life. It was so fucking erotic.” Alan held his cock and gave it a few tugs.

We lay back and let our cocks deflate. I invited Marcus and Alan back to the cabin to rinse off in the shower. Ollie was still with Ewan, and as Alan walked into the bathroom, his eyes stayed on Ollie’s crotch, hypnotised by his long cock.

We rinsed and dried off, then sat with Ollie and Ewan in the living area. Alan and Marcus gave us their mobile phone numbers, and we promised to stay in touch. They had to go as they were leaving today. They were told to be home for lunch, and they would leave shortly after.

When they left, Ollie made us a sandwich for lunch. I was getting horny again. I suggested we have a lie down after lunch. It was nice to lie with Cian, gently teasing each other’s bodies.

My cock ached, but so did my arse.

“Will you fuck me again?” I asked Cian.

“Are you sure?” He looked worried about hurting me again.

“Yes, but remember to do what Ewan told us. You need to prepare me. And I want to see your face when we fuck.”

I rolled onto my front and gave Cian access to my arse. He pried open my cheeks and began to lick my hole. I groaned. He had a gentle, teasing touch. My hole relaxed and opened a little, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. My mind was taken back to earlier that morning and the intense pleasure from his cock inside me. I’d already forgotten the pain of his first attempt.

Cian lapped at my hole and then pushed his fingers inside. I writhed on the bed. He spent twenty minutes playing with my hole. I felt empty when he pulled out his fingers.

“Where’s the lube?” Cian asked.

“Ollie must have taken it back. Go and ask him for it.” I gasped, eager to feel his cock inside me.

“But he’ll know what we’re going to do.” Cian blushed.

I laughed, “He’s already watched you fuck me once this morning.”

Cian chuckled and left to find Ollie. He soon returned with the lube. I had turned on my back and raised my legs when he came back.

“Finger me again first, just to make sure I’m open enough,” I told Cian.

He pushed his fingers back inside me, this time with a bit of lube. Then I felt his cock against my hole. I pulled my legs further back and rested them on his shoulders.

I felt a little pain as he pushed in, but not enough to make him pull out again. He started slow again, and as he saw the pleasure on my face, he quickened his pace. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. We kissed as he fucked me.

Cian seemed to prefer this position. We could see each other, we could kiss, he could tweak my nipples, and he also grabbed my cock, stroking it as he fucked me.

I came as he wanked me. My arse clamped down on his cock, but he kept going, kept fucking me. It felt great to be fucked while I came. Cian leant down and licked some of my cum from my chest. My cock stayed hard, and he started to stroke me again. It didn’t feel sensitive like it used to after I came.

I could sense Cian was getting tired, but he kept ramming his cock inside me. The bed was rocking, and it only took a few minutes before my cock exploded again. This time, my cum dribbled out.

Cian now fucked me hard, after ramming in on final time, I felt his cock throb against my stretched hole, and he came inside me for the second time that day.

Cian collapsed on top of me and rolled off. My hole ached to feel his cock again. I hugged him and kissed his cheek.

 

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