Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 6: Cian At The Cabin

I’d only been asleep for two hours before my bladder forced me to wake. I’d just flopped when I went to bed. I forgot to go to the toilet or brush my teeth. So the two cans of lager that I’d drunk had now worked their way to my bladder, and I needed to relieve myself before I pissed the bed.

I struggled out of bed and, with bare feet, padded my way to the bathroom. I heard noises coming from Ollie’s room, but I ignored them. The emptying of my bladder was more important than satisfying my curiosity. I thought my stream of piss would never end. My cock even thickened because I’d been holding it so long.

I shook the last few drops from my cock and made my way back to bed, not before listening at Ollie’s door. It was closed, but I could hear what was going on. Ewan was fucking him, and Ollie sounded like he was enjoying it. He sounded like Cian when I fucked him. My cock grew hard, and I stroked it as I listened to them fuck.

Why did the guy taking the cock sound like he was enjoying it more than the guy doing the fucking? For an instant, I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked.

My cock throbbed, and I quickly put the palm of my left hand over my exposed knob to catch my cum. I grunted as I pumped my cum onto my hand. Why did listening to my brother get fucked make me cum so quickly? I put the thought to the back of my mind and went back to the bathroom to wash my cum down the sink.

 

I woke early in the morning. I wasn’t hungover, I don’t think I’d drunk enough for that. But I did hear fucking in the next room. Either they were at it again, or they’d been fucking all night. I reached for my cock, but it was only half hard. I considered wanking while they fucked, but Cian was coming, and I wanted to save myself for him.

I got up and went to the toilet again before going to the kitchen area to make some coffee. Not for me, I hated the stuff. But Ollie needed his morning coffee. I looked in the fridge, except for a bit of milk and some cans of lager, it was empty. He needed to go shopping.

I got myself a glass of water while the coffee brewed and sat on the sofa. I grabbed my phone and started to make a list of what Ollie needed.

The first on the list was a television. If I were to visit, I would need a telly to stream my favourite programmes. The next on the list was food. That was as far as I got before I saw a cute babyface at the window.

“Cian!” I jumped up and opened the front door. I rushed onto the veranda and hugged him. “How did you get here so early?”

“I told you, a taxi. Plus, I didn’t want to be around when Conor woke up.” Cian laughed, “You really pissed him off. I thought it best to get out of his way.”

“He was being a massive dick,” I told him.

“That goes without saying.” He kissed me.

Cian pushed his tongue into my mouth, making my cock hard. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his cock press against my thigh. He was also hard. His hands roamed my back and reached my arse. He squeezed my cheeks and pulled them apart. I felt the fresh morning breeze against my hole. For a brief moment, I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked.

“Are you going to fuck me?” Cian panted in my ear.

“Not yet.” I kissed him, “Ollie is in there getting fucked at the moment.” I kissed him again, “We have to wait until they’ve finished. I don’t want them around when we do it. I want it to remain between us.” I kissed him deeper this time, feeling his cock twitch against my thigh. “Let’s get in the lake while we wait.”

I grabbed Cian’s hand, and we ran into the lake. He still wore his trainers, I was barefoot, and the occasional stone hurt me, but we dived in the lake together. We swam for a while, played for a while, and kissed for a while. At first, I didn’t notice Ollie standing on the veranda with a mug of coffee that I had made. He watched Cian and me play in the water. He was soon joined by Ewan, also holding a mug of coffee.

Cian and I ran to them, laughing and smiling. “Morning, Ollie, Ewan,” I said as I stood on the veranda, dripping lake water.

Cian came beside me, blushing. “Hello, Ollie.” He was looking at the soft seven inches between his legs. Although Ollie was soft, there was still some cum smeared on his shaft. He looked over at Ewan’s soft cock, still covered in lube and cum.

“Hi Cian. I’m glad you could come. It means a lot to Louis.” Ollie said, and I blushed bright red, “Look at those cheeks.” He drew attention to my blushes, “that just proves it. Thanks for the coffee, Louis. I’m going to take Ewan to the restaurant for breakfast.”

“It’s good to see you, Cian.” Ewan waved at him. “Look after this young man. He’s just as special as his brother.”

“I know.” Cian wrapped his arms around my waist.

“We’ll see you later,” Ollie said and grabbed Ewan. They began walking to the resort’s restaurant.

Cian and I turned to each other and started to kiss. Our hands roamed over our damp bodies, and I felt him squeeze my buttocks and then grab my hard cock. He stroked me while I kneaded his buttocks. I outstretched my finger and poked Cian’s hole. He let out a squeal when I pushed the tip inside him.

Over Cian’s shoulder, I could see Ollie and Ewan looking back at us. Having my brother see me make out with Cian made my cock lurch and oozed precum. Our lips kept slobbering against each other. I loved the feel of his tongue inside my mouth, playing with me.

Cian groaned and dropped to his knees. I rested my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as Cian swallowed my cock. I glanced at Ollie and Ewan, then watched them turn and start walking back to the restaurant. He was giving us our privacy. A strange thought, considering Cian was giving me a blow job on the veranda.

I felt my balls start to ache, and I pulled my cock from Cian’s lips. Our bodies had now dried, and I pulled him back inside the cabin and took him to my bedroom. I smiled when I saw Ollie had left a tube of lube on my small bedside table. I threw Cian onto my bed. He looked at me with anticipation and raised his legs, hoping I would fuck him. I grabbed his legs and lowered them at the same time I lunged at his hard cock. I started to lick it, and I sucked in one of his balls, then the other. He tasted clean and fresh from the lake.

I grabbed his cock and pulled back his foreskin. His moist knob emerged, and I started to flick his frenulum with my tongue. Cian writhed and moaned, he balled his hands and pressed his fists into the mattress. I gave his frenulum a break and flicked the corona of his glans with my tongue. Then I pushed his cock between my lips. I could only manage to get about four of his six inches inside my mouth. I drooled as I sucked and rubbed his cock with my tongue. I could see it slide down his cock and dampen his small tuft of pubes. I gathered some of my saliva onto my fingers and pushed them between his buttocks. Cian’s face lit up as I pressed them against his hole and eased them inside him. I felt his cock lurch in my mouth and heard Cian squeal. His cock exploded in my mouth. My lips formed a seal around his shaft so none of his cum escaped. I swallowed and tasted his cum. It wasn’t disgusting, but the thought of Cian’s cum swimming inside me enhanced my pleasure.

I let Cian’s spent cock slide from my lips. He was breathing hard. I grabbed his ankles and raised his legs, pushing his knees against his chest. I wiggled my hips until my cock rested against his twitching hole. I grabbed the lube and smeared some onto my cock and around Cian’s hole.

Cian giggled as I teased his hole with the lube. I rested my cock against his hole again. Both of us were still and looking at each other.

I pushed inside and watched Cian. His jaw slackened, and he let out a long sigh as I kept pushing inside until my balls rested against his arse.

“I’ve missed this.” Cian gasped and groaned as I ground my hips against him, my cock massaging his inside.

I pulled my cock back and then pushed back inside. I fucked him with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Fuck me, Louis,” Cian begged. I leaned forward and smashed our lips together again. My tongue invaded his mouth. I felt his groans reverberate around me.

I started to speed up my fucking and raised my body, my arms carrying my weight. I could now see his limp cock flail and roll between us. It didn’t stay limp for long. I fucked his cock back to life, and it was soon hard again, leaking a mixture of fresh precum and stale cum. I wanted to taste his juices, but I couldn’t fuck him and suck his cock at the same time.

Cian reached for his cock and stroked it. He collected his precum onto his fingers and let me suck them clean. Fuck! He tasted good.

I thrust harder, drilling deeper into Cian’s guts. My balls wanted to burst, but I slowed down my thrusts enough to take me back from the brink. Beneath me, Cian was frantically wanking his cock.

“Cum in me, Louis.” Cian gasped, “I’m nearly there. Fuck! I’m there.” His cock exploded, and cum sprayed our chests.

I kept fucking him as he came, each thrust forcing more cum from him, but his hole tightened against my cock. He took me past the point of no return, and with a hard thrust, my cock sprayed his insides, and I collapsed on top of Cian.

I rolled off him and lay on my back. Cian rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel our hearts pounding in our chests and the sheen of sweat drying. His cum didn’t dry; it stayed on my skin. Cian ran his fingers through the largest pool of cum on my chest. He drew a figure of eight.

“Does this tickle?” Cian asked.

I kissed his forehead. “Nope. Not yet.”

Cian leant over and sucked on my nipple. I moaned and felt my cock flinch, but it was too exhausted to harden.

We lay in silence with Cian holding on to me, unwilling to let me go. It felt nice to have someone want to be close to me, intimate with me. This was how I imagined it would be when I had a girlfriend. It no longer bothered me that Cian wasn’t a girl. If Ollie could experiment, so could I.

I drew a deep breath. Cian’s head rose and lowered as I let it out. I didn’t feel like I wanted a girlfriend. I just wanted Cian.

We didn’t sleep. We simply lay together, lost in our own thoughts.

I sensed a shadow and movement by the door. In our lust, I’d left it open. I lifted my head a little and saw Ollie standing in the doorway.

He showed me the paper bag he was holding, “I brought you some croissants for breakfast.”

“Thanks.” I lowered my head and rested it against the pillow again.

“I couldn’t bring you both a full English breakfast, but it looks like you’ve both had a sausage this morning already.”

I chuckled, my chest undulating and forcing Cian to lift himself off me. He was smiling.

“I can always make room for more sausage.” Cian grinned.

“Cian!” I slapped his shoulder, surprised he joined in with the banter.

“I only have room for your sausage, Louis.” Cian kissed me on the cheek and dashed out of bed, grabbed the bag from Ollie and disappeared into the kitchen to eat breakfast.

“Save me some!” I shouted after him.

Ollie sat on my bed. “We didn’t come back too early, did we?”

“No. We needed to get up. We couldn’t stay in bed all day. I want to explore this place with Cian.”

“You did look sweet together. But don’t let on to Mum and Dad that you are using my cabin as a shag pad.”

I laughed, “As far as they are concerned, this is just your shag pad. I will remain a virgin a little while longer.”

 

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