Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 1: Cian’s Allure

I couldn’t get Cian out of my head. I’d fucked him yesterday after he admitted to having a crush on me for years. We were both sixteen and went to the same school, but didn’t have many classes together. Our brothers were also best friends, and Cian got in touch to tell me that he’d just seen his brother, Conor, fuck my brother, Ollie. That’s what led him to ask me round to his place, and then it happened. He seduced me, my cock took over, and I fucked him.

I’d always considered myself straight, but my first sexual experience with a girl was disappointing. Fucking Cian felt much better than fucking Charlotte.

We kept texting each other after I left. Cian was very sweet in making sure I was okay and didn’t feel disgusted at what we’d done.

The next morning, I went round to see him. He was home alone again.

Cian opened the door and looked disappointed that I wasn’t wearing my work shorts and toolbelt. We didn’t say anything, but we kept looking in each other’s eyes. I stepped inside, and he closed the door behind me.

Cian was never a boy who looked like he’d take the initiative. He was a nerd, always had his head in a book and only spoke to his very small circle of friends. He was staying on at the sixth form and no doubt on to university. Except for our brothers, we had nothing in common. So it was a surprise when he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. Not a peck on the lips, but a passionate snog where he pushed his tongue into my mouth. My cock hardened instantly, and I felt his hand cup my crotch and fondle me. He pulled away, a string of spit joining our lips until it snapped. He was gasping for air, and I was stunned and stared into his eyes.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me along and upstairs. Despite being alone in the house, he closed his door.

“I want you so bad, Louis.” Cian pulled off his T-shirt, and as he threw it to the floor, I grabbed his hips.

Cian was skinny, very skinny. I could almost see his ribs. I could certainly feel them as I ran my hands over his chest. His nipples were pink and tiny, the size of a pound coin. All my hands were doing was rubbing his bare skin, but Cian was groaning. I unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood before me, wearing only his white briefs. His stiff cock was tenting his briefs, a wet patch where his knob touched the fabric, oozing precum.

I knelt in front of him and pulled down his briefs. His cock sprang free, splashing precum over my face. I flinched, more with shock than disgust. In fact, I didn’t feel disgusted to have his precum on my face; it excited me, and I felt my cock lurch in my jeans. I inhaled his scent. He smelt of a teenage boy.

He didn’t ask or expect me to do it, but I felt drawn to his cock, and I sucked in his wet knob. I sucked his leaking precum onto my tongue and swallowed. Cian remained still, letting me do as little or as much as I wanted. He groaned as I licked his knob; the underside was particularly sensitive. I grabbed the shaft with my hand and pulled back his foreskin as far as it would go. More of his knob was exposed, and my tongue licked and flicked it.

Cian grabbed my head, holding it still. “Stop!” He gasped, “Or I’ll cum.”

I freed his cock from my lips and looked at the spit that coated his knob. It looked red and angry, his piss hole flared like it was ready to shoot.

I stood up and was about to strip when Cian grabbed my wrists. “Let me.” He said softly.

Cian slowly and delicately took off my clothes. It was like he was unwrapping a fragile and expensive present. My cock was so hard it ached. All I wanted to do was to plug his arse. It was like he could read my mind, as he didn’t get to his knees to taste my cock, he reached into his bedside drawer and brought out some lube. He rubbed some on my cock and then reached behind him and pushed some between his cheeks. His face lit up when he forced his fingers inside. Then he lay on his bed and raised his legs.

I positioned myself and placed his legs on my shoulders. My hard cock pointed at his arse. I shuffled forward, his hips curled, and his buttocks spread. I could now see his hole. It looked wet with the lube he’d smeared around it. I placed my knob on his pucker, and he gasped and drew in a sharp breath. I pushed and broke the seal. My knob was now inside him. His face scrunched in pain. He wasn’t prepared like he was the last time I fucked him. I don’t think he expected me to do it again. I gave him time to relax and pushed a little more of my stiff cock inside him. He felt tighter than last time.

I looked into his eyes, and he looked desperate for me to fuck him. I leaned forward and kissed him, a tender kiss. I could feel his arse relax against my cock as we kissed. I could also feel the wisps of his pubescent moustache against my lips. I pulled away and ran my thumb over his lips, then through the bumfluff below his nose.

Our eyes were locked together as I thrust my hips forward and stuffed his arse with all of my six hard inches. I thrust again, each time my hips slapped against his buttocks, he would grunt. My pace quickened, and I was now fucking him. Between us, his cock stayed hard and flailed aimlessly. I reached for it and stroked it as I fucked him. His cock felt hard, yet the skin was silky soft.

Cian grunted, and his cock erupted in my fingers. I kept fucking him as his cock spewed cum up his chest. His arse squeezed my cock, it felt fucking great, and I grinned inanely as his arse gripped my cock. I soon came inside him and collapsed beside him on his bed.

We lay silent. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and my breathing rattling in my chest. Despite lying beneath me, doing nothing, Cian was also out of breath.

“Have you told your brother about us?” I asked once my body had recovered.

“No. Does your brother know?” Cian asked.

“Yes. I told him after our first time. I was confused, but he helped me understand why it happened. Does Conor know that you’re gay?” I asked.

“No one does. It’s none of their business.” Cian told me.

“Was I your first?”

“Yes!” I could tell Cian was smiling as we lay beside each other, both looking at the ceiling. “But I bought a dildo a year ago and have been using it regularly. I would imagine it was your cock as I pushed it inside me. Your cock felt much better than my dildo.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” I chuckled. “And you’ve never fucked anyone, boy or girl?”

“No. And so far, yours is the only other hand to touch my cock. So, Ollie knows you’re gay, what about your parents?”

“I’m not gay!” I said defensively. “Sorry, but I’ve always been after a girlfriend. I don’t have much experience. You are my first boy. And I don’t know why I came back. Can we keep this between us? Please don’t tell Conor. I know Ollie won’t, I trust him.”

“No problem. So does that mean you want to see me again?”

I turned onto my side and looked at Cian’s sweet face. He still had a baby face, and I noticed more bumfluff on his cheeks. His lips looked very red, redder than before. I didn’t know if arousal could affect your lips like that. Except for a tuft of mousy brown pubes above his cock, his body was hairless, even his balls. His light brown hair was damp, clinging to his forehead. I reached out and tweaked a nipple. Cian giggled. I rubbed his chest and felt the stickiness of his half-dried cum.

“I think we need a shower.” I ignored his question. But my touch must surely have told him I wanted more. “I can’t go home stinking of sex. Mum and Dad still think I’m a virgin.”

“So do mine. And Conor thinks I’m such a dork that I’d never get laid. I don’t mind him thinking that, as long as I have you.”

I slapped Cian’s belly, “Get up.”

We showered together. I washed the cum from his chest and my cum from between his buttocks. His hole was still open a little, and my finger accidentally slipped inside. Cian grinned like a simpleton.

Cian tried to wash my body, but I started giggling. “I’m ticklish!” I cried at him, and he stopped. He kissed me as water washed over us. He wrapped his arms around me and held us close.

“It seems you’re not so ticklish when I kiss you.” I blushed as Cian broke the kiss. He grabbed my cock and stroked it. I didn’t get properly hard, and neither was he. But as we left the shower and started to dry ourselves, I noticed Cian’s cock was hard again.

“How often do you shave?” I asked him.

“Usually once a week. But I’ve been a bit lazy recently. What about you?”

“Twice a week.” I reached out and stroked the blond immature moustache above his top lip. “You’re not very hairy, are you?” I lifted his arm and looked at his armpit. I could make out a few delicate wisps of blond hair.

“No.” Cian looked into my eyes. Even naked, he was always looking into my eyes.

“How hairy is Conor? It might be an indication of how hairy you will be.”

“Not very. Just pubes and pits. But we don’t often see each other naked.”

I laughed, “I’m always seeing Ollie naked. That’s what happens when you share a room. And he likes to show off that massive cock of his.”

“I’m glad yours isn’t that big.” He kissed me. “I’m not sure I would have let you fuck me if it was.”

“Then I’m glad it isn’t.” I kissed him back. “When are you expecting Conor back?”

“No idea. He’s unemployed, so he comes and goes as he pleases.”

“Perhaps I should go. In case he comes back. He doesn’t even think we’re friends. He might ask some awkward questions.”

“I wish you could stay,” Cian said.

“It’s a shame my Mum is home so much, or you could come to mine.” We went back to Cian’s bedroom. I searched for my clothes.

“Stay a little longer,” Cian begged, but I knew I should go. I wanted to stay, but something told me to leave.

I’m glad I left, as Cian messaged me half an hour later saying that Conor had come home. Conor was still pissed at him for catching him fucking my brother. He said he was still in his room, staying out of his brother’s way. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted to protect him from Conor’s moods.

I wandered the streets of Cockaigne before going home. I ended up in the park sitting on a bench. I wished Cian were with me. I almost messaged him to join me, but something was rattling around my head that I needed to sort out.

Despite talking to Ollie the other night, I was still confused. My first sexual experience with a girl was distressing and left me feeling used. My first experience with a boy left me feeling wanted and loved. And Cian didn’t just want my body, he wanted me. And I wanted him. I found myself wanting to be with Cian. I felt attracted to him. It felt like I’d loved him, or at least beginning to love him.

Fuck! I was so confused. I needed to talk to Ollie again. He seemed to understand.

 

I needed to speak to Ollie, but he never came home that night. I was disappointed and had trouble sleeping with Cian still in my mind. I tossed and turned all night and wasn’t quite asleep when I heard Ollie come in. I fidgeted. I still wanted to talk to him.

“Morning, Louis.” Ollie whispered, “No need to wake up. I’m just getting dressed.”

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I sat up and let my duvet slip from my chest.

“I wanted to talk to you last night,” I said softly. Ollie turned to me; he could sense that I had something on my mind.

He was still naked, and he sat on my bed. “What’s up, Louis?”

“I did it again.” I looked down at my lap, avoiding his eyes.

“Did what?” It took a moment for it to click, “Oh. There’s nothing wrong with fucking Cian if that’s what both of you want.”

“We did, but he went further this time.” I was nervous, but I had to get it off my chest.

“Did he fuck you? Because that’s okay, too.”

“No, he hasn’t fucked me. But this time we kissed. A full-on snog. I loved it. I even loved the feel of his wispy moustache against my lips and nose. It really turned me on.”

“Look, Louis.” Ollie lifted my chin so we were looking into each other’s eyes. “There is nothing wrong with it. I think you’re confused. You have thought yourself straight all your young life, and allowing another boy to give you pleasure is confusing you. Your body will react no matter who is pleasuring you. You can’t control that.”

“It’s worse than that.” I was afraid to tell him. “I think I’m falling in love with him.”

“You’ve fucked him twice, Louis. He’s given you feelings you’ve never felt before. I don’t mean to belittle your feelings, but you’re young. I’m not sure you know what love is yet. I don’t even know what love is.”

“I can’t stop thinking about him. I’m always thinking of him and wondering when we can get together again. I want to fuck him again and again. I want to feel him kiss me; his body is so soft and pale. I can’t get enough of it.”

“I think these new feelings are overwhelming. Enjoy them while they last. Spend time with Cian, fuck him again. And again,” Ollie smiled at the thought, “perhaps you might feel adventurous enough to let him fuck you.” I grimaced. I didn’t like that idea. “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

I chuckled and reached between my legs to give my cock a quick tug.

“Get it out of your system, Louis. When you start College, you won’t be able to see him as much as you can now. So make good use of these last few days. If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know.”

I smiled, “My big brother is permitting me to fuck a boy as much as I want. I don’t think Mum would be giving me that advice, or Dad for that matter.”

“It’s your hormones, Louis,” Ollie tried to imitate Dad and spoke in a mock deep voice, “You have to control your urges.”

I laughed, “You think he would recommend I wank more often?”

“You can do that, too. There’s no rule to say you can’t have a wank and then go round and fuck Cian. You don’t want to disappoint him.”

Speaking to Ollie always put me at ease. We both knew that I would be seeing Cian again today. And I would be fucking him.

 

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