Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 17: Dick Tag

As we approached Ollie’s cabin, Kurt ran past me, slapping my arse and dived into the lake. I ran after him. The water was cold, and if either of us had a stiffie, the lake water would put a stop to it.

I swam to Kurt and dunked him underwater. He came back up spluttering and splashing. He lunged for me, trying to get his own back, but he moved aside, and Kurt went flat on his face into the water. I dived after him, grabbed his flanks and pulled him to the surface. He spat lake water in my face, and I reached underwater and grabbed his cock.

“Dick tag!” I shouted and swam away.

Kurt raced after me, and I felt him grab my kicking legs. He reached for my cock. “Dick tag!” He yelled and pushed me underwater, giving him the chance to swim away.

He swam to shore, and my hand slipped from his ankle as he ran along the small beach.

I saw Ollie run towards him, his dick swinging and slapping his thighs. He grabbed Kurt and threw him over his shoulder and jumped into the lake.

“Dick tag!” Ollie yelled as he grabbed Kurt’s cock and then swam to me.

Kurt looked determined, but as he swam to us, we split, and he couldn’t decide who to go after.

He decided to get his own back on Ollie and went after him. Ollie seemed to be caught off guard and stumbled in the water. Kurt reached him, and they wrestled a short while before Kurt yelled, “Dick tag!”

Almost immediately, Ollie shouted, “Dick tag!” He pushed Kurt away and swam to me.

“Good one, Ollie!” We heard Ewan shout from the shore, he was watching us play in the water with Mum standing next to him. Mum was smiling, her arms folded and her bosom resting on her arms, giving them an artificial lift.

Ollie beckoned for Ewan to join us. He ran into the water, but was intercepted by Kurt, “Dick tag!” Kurt yelled and swam away.

Ewan swam to Ollie. “Now, which brother to I grab?”

I squealed like a little kid and tried to get away from him, but he grabbed me. “Dick tag!” He yelled, and I splashed wildly, trying to get to Ollie, who was nearest to me. I grabbed his cock.

“Dick tag!” I expected Ollie to get his own back, but he was still, treading water and trying to catch his breath. Kurt, Ewan and I waited a few metres away, waiting for Ollie to carry on with the game.

“I’m not as young as you guys. I’m knackered.” Ollie swam to shore, and we all followed him.

The game had made me hard. I enjoyed touching their cocks and them touching mine. Kurt was shocked that I would brazenly expose my erection to my family. It was the first time he had seen me hard, and it was Mum’s first time as well. I noticed her smile when she saw it, and then she glanced at Kurt’s naked body, finally seeing his limp cock.

Ollie laughed when he saw my erection, “That cold water shrank our cocks, but trust you, Louis, to get bigger.”

I laughed and looked around me. I was the only one who was hard.

“It’s nice to see little Kurt finally.” Mum grinned and looked at his pale, limp cock highlighted by his black pubes.

Kurt brought his hands in front of himself to conceal his genitals. We all laughed at his reaction.

“That ship has sailed, Kurt.” Ollie chuckled, “We’ve all seen it.”

Kurt shrugged and pulled his hands away.

“Good for you, Kurt.” I gave him a bro-hug, but he pulled away when he felt my hard cock poke his hip.

“It looks like you boys don’t want your old Mum hanging around and spoiling your fun, so I’ll get going and leave you.” Mum smiled pleasantly at us.

“Don’t feel you need to leave, Mum.” Ollie didn’t want her to feel unwelcome. “You can come any time you want. And bring Dad, he needs to get used to it.”

“I will. But your Dad is so busy lately.”

“We both are. This is the first weekend I’ve had off for some time.”

“We’ll visit soon, Ollie.” Mum went to kiss him goodbye, a quick peck on the cheek. I knew I was next.

She looked at my erection as she approached me. “Goodbye, Louis.” She kissed my cheek, “And be good. Don’t let that thing between your legs get you into trouble.”

“I won’t, Mum.” I blushed as she drew more attention to my erection.

“Bye, boys,” She waved to Kurt and Ewan, “Nice to see more of you, Kurt. And it’s lovely to see you again, Ewan.”

Kurt blushed but restrained himself from covering up again.

“Bye, Mum,” Ollie and I said in unison.

“Get inside, Louis, and deal with that thing while we shower and clean up.”

I giggled and ran inside. I was still damp from the lake, but jumped on my bed and started to wank. It didn’t take long before I squirted cum over my chest.

I rested a while and heard the shower running. My cum had dried enough so it didn’t drip, and I got up. I found Kurt standing alone in the living room-cum-kitchen-cum-dining room. He looked alone, looking downcast.

“Is everything alright, Kurt?” I asked softly.

“Ollie and Ewan are in the shower, together. I didn’t know they were together.”

“They’re just mates. Not boyfriends. I admit they are closer than most friends and get touchy with each other.”

“I’ve just never seen two guys feel so free around each other. They touched each other’s cock. Ewan looked like he was wanking Ollie.”

The sounds from the bathroom became more intimate. It sounded like Ollie was sucking off Ewan. “So, they’re mates that mess with each other.” I pulled Kurt away, “Let’s leave them alone. Let me show you this place.”

We walked past many other cabins, some occupied, others not. An elderly couple were sitting on their veranda and waved at us as we passed. I waved back, but Kurt was still shy. We passed another cabin where a family had just arrived for the weekend. Their young son saw us and ran over, grateful there were some young people around. He must have only been about twelve, but was excited when I told him we were going to the rec room. He wanted to come with us, but his mother called him back.

“Is everyone always this friendly?” Kurt asked.

“They seem to be. I’ve never met anyone here who isn’t. I think it’s because we are all naked. Don’t you feel much better, less stressed?”

“I do a bit. But it still feels weird.”

Kurt was amazed when we entered the rec room. He saw the pool tables, table football, and the stack of board games and jigsaws that the elderly and the young enjoyed equally.

It was still early, so we didn’t have to wait for a pool table. I racked the balls and rolled the cue ball to Kurt.

“You can break first.”

He put the white ball on the spot and grabbed a cue.

I waited at the other end and watched as he almost bent over to break. He straightened up and looked behind. The few people in the room weren’t looking at him. He bent over again, but straightened again.

“What’s wrong?”

Kurt came over to me. “I feel embarrassed. Bending over.” He whispered to me.

“No one cares, Kurt. Not even me.” I took the cue from him and went to the breakoff. “Come behind me, I’ll show you that no one cares.”

I bent over, lining up the cue with the cue ball, pushing and pulling the cue through the bridge I’d created with my left hand. Behind me, Kurt looked at my arse. My legs were spread, and I could feel my cock and balls swing freely.

I finally pulled the cue back and then broke off. The clanging and bumping of balls echoed and rolled around the table. Bugger! It was a good break, but I hadn’t potted any balls.

I handed the cue to Kurt. “I’ve given you some easy shots there.”

Kurt went to take a shot; he chose a more difficult shot because it meant his arse was facing the wall and no one could see him. He potted a striped ball, but his next shot would expose his arse and dangling balls to the room.

“I’ll stand behind you. Try to shield you if it will make you feel better.”

“Thanks,” Kurt bent over, relieved his wasn’t as exposed, but I had an ulterior motive.

I could see his arse. His cheeks were spread a little, and I potted his puckered hole. His balls were loose and hung low. I could only see the tip of his cock, actually his neatly pinched foreskin that hung over his knob.

Kurt took his shot and potted again. He was pleased with himself and quickly potted another ball. He seemed to no longer feel uncomfortable bending over to take his shots. Before I knew it, Kurt potted the black and won the first frame without me getting a second shot.

I racked up again. Kurt broke off, and I watched the balls clatter, and my stomach sank when a spot and a stripe were potted. Kurt looked at the table, deciding which balls were in the best position to win. “Spots.” He then potted his next ball.

Fucking hell! I never got a shot. He cleared his balls.

“Best of five!” I protested.

Kurt re-racked, and I waited to break off. I couldn’t believe it. Still not a single ball potted. Kurt took over, and for the first time, he failed to pot a ball. I tried again, but my line was off slightly as the ball rattled in the jaw of the pocket and settled on the edge. It was an easy shot for Kurt.

He potted the ball and then cleared up again.

“Fucking hell, Kurt! I was astounded as he wasn’t usually this good, or rather, lucky. “Best of seven!”

Kurt laughed. “You’re a sore loser, Louis.” I laughed and put the cue back on the table.

“Table football!” I raced over, grabbed the small, hard ball, and chose a side.

I kicked off before Kurt was ready, and the ball went straight into his goal.

“You cheater, you knew I wasn’t ready.”

I grinned at him.

We messed around while playing table football. Neither of us was keeping score. Our boisterousness caught the attention of some other guests, and we got disapproving looks from some older guests. Kurt was now comfortable in his nudity, no longer caring when he had to bend down to pick the ball from the floor; he didn’t even care when his cock thickened. He didn’t get hard, but the fun we had and the constant giggling of his cock made it fluff up.

I was feeling hungry, so I suggested we go back to the cabin for a sandwich. It wasn’t lunchtime yet, but my gurgling stomach didn’t care what time it was.

“I can’t believe you’ve got all this and it’s free.” Kurt grinned as we walked.

“And I’ve not even shown you the indoor heated pool.”

“You’ve got an indoor pool!” Kurt grinned, “We have to go this afternoon. That lake is too damn cold now it’s autumn.”

I chuckled and said we would. I suspected it might be pretty busy as not many people fancied swimming in the cold lake water.

We could hear strange noises when we reached the cabin. Ollie was grunting. Kurt stood in the doorway, shocked at hearing Ollie and Ewan fucking. I was used to it and walked to the kitchen area, then started pulling the stuff out of the fridge to make us a sandwich.

I glanced over at Kurt; he was still standing there.

“Ignore them, come and help me,” I told him.

He crept over, trying not to make a sound. I was clanking in the kitchen. “Is ham alright? I could do ham and cheese, but that’s all he’s got in the fridge.”

“Ham’s fine,” Kurt whispered, not wanting Ollie and Ewan to know we were listening to them.

“Get a couple of glasses and pour us a drink. Lemonade for me, you choose what you want.”

I hoped giving Kurt something to do would take his mind off my brother having sex in the next room.

“I need the toilet,” Kurt whispered to me.

“Okay, you know where it is.”

Kurt wasn’t gone long. He rushed back, ashen-faced.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Kurt gasped, “Their door was open. I saw them.”

“So?” I dismissed his concern.

“I saw them having sex, Ewan was fucking your brother.”

I laughed and couldn’t help but notice that Kurt’s cock was rock hard. I don’t think he realised, as he did not attempt to cover up. “He likes it. Just leave them to it.” I handed Kurt a plate and his ham sandwich.

He took it and sat on the sofa. He sat motionless, holding the plate in front of him. I sat beside him and took a large bite out of my sandwich. I was hungry.

“Are we going to the pool now?” I asked Kurt as I finished my sandwich. He nodded, “Well, eat up. I don’t believe in the old wives’ tale that you shouldn’t swim after you’ve eaten. Besides, it was just a small sandwich.” I nudged Kurt, “which you’ve not eaten yet.”

Kurt nibbled the corner of his sandwich.

“Hurry up, Kurt. I want to play dick tag again. We should leave Ollie and Ewan to play their own version of dick tag in the bedroom.”

 

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