Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 10: Holly Plays With Louis

We walked back to Holly’s home, both of us wearing our beige overalls. She lived in a small terraced house on the outskirts of the town centre. She took me through to the garage without going into the house.

I looked at the motorbike, which rested on a stand, but its engine was neatly resting on a sheet on the floor.

Holly went to the bench at the back of the garage. She grabbed some green overalls.

“We should get changed, we don’t want to make our college overalls oily. Dad taught me we should always have a separate set, especially for dirty work.”

I watched her as she took off her beige overalls. She wore a T-shirt and shorts underneath.

“I don’t have a change of overalls,” I said nervously.

“You can wear my Dad’s.” She threw them at me.

It was then that I realised that I was only wearing a T-shirt and my tight white briefs. She was wearing clothes under her overalls, and I was in my underwear. I tried to change as quickly as possible so I wouldn’t embarrass her, but my overalls got caught in my boots, and I hopped as I tried to untangle them.

Holly laughed when she saw me and my cloth-covered bulge jiggling. I gave in and put my foot down, steadying myself, holding onto the garage wall. My beige overalls were at my feet, and I stood before her in a tight T-shirt that barely reached the waistband of my briefs.

I laughed with her, at least by laughing, my cock wouldn’t embarrass me.

I leaned down, tugged my overalls off, and stepped into her Dad’s dirty blue ones. They were too large for me, but they had a sort of belt that I could tighten so they didn’t fall. I only had to be careful that they didn’t slip from my shoulders.

“Your Dad must be quite big,” I said.

“He works out; he has to stay fit for his job.”

I’m not sure we did much work that first evening; it seemed she spent a lot of the time showing the different parts, telling me their names and what they did. I cleaned up a few parts that were caked with old and congealed oil. I got my hands very dirty. It wasn’t just my hands. Holly giggled when I scratched my nose, leaving a black streak and another on my cheek.

She came over to me and kissed me on the lips. Just a sweet peck. “Have I told you how cute you look?”

“I was hoping you thought me handsome.” I smiled.

“That too. But right now, with oil smudged on your face, you look cute.”

It was now my turn to peck her on the lips. I was about to put my arms around her when she pulled away.

“Don’t even think about it in those overalls. If we start snogging with oily hands, it’s going to look like my Dad and I make out.” We laughed. “Let’s get cleaned up, and I can see what’s for dinner.

Holly took off her blue mechanics overalls, folded them and put them on the workbench.

“Dad will kill me if you come into the house like that. But I know your…” she nodded at my crotch. “And you can’t put on your college overalls as you’ll get oil on them from your dirty hands.”

I looked at her, expecting her to come up with an idea.

“I can go in and clean up, then come back here, get those oily rags off you and then I can take your college overalls in while you clean up in the utility room. I can leave your overalls for you to change into when you’ve washed.”

“Okay.”

Holly disappeared for a while, cleaning the dirt and oil from her hands and parts of her arms that were exposed. When she came back, there was a distinct odour of petrol and lemons.

My cock started to misbehave. I had to get this done quickly. Her father’s blue mechanics overalls slipped off me easily, and I folded them, holding them in front of my bulging crotch. Holly grabbed my college overalls and told me to follow her. Without any overalls to cover the tent in my briefs, I was exposed. I couldn’t risk covering myself with my oily hands. It would leave stains that Mum would never be able to remove.

Holly looked back, ensuring I was following her. I blushed when she noticed my tented briefs. She merely smiled and took me into the utility room.

“Have a thorough wash of your hands and arms. And don’t forget the smudges on your face,” she grinned, “but I can help with that if you need it. Use this.” She pointed at an open jar of Swarfega. It looked covered in old, dried oil. “If that doesn’t get it all off, there’s some salt here; use that as well, and it will scrub the stubborn bits.”

“Thanks, Holly.” I now stood in front of the sink, my bulge now concealed. She left me to clean up.

That Swarfega stuff stunk awful, but it did shift all the oil. I pulled on my college overalls, grateful that my cock had wilted and walked through to the kitchen.

Holly was closing the oven door and came to me. She wrapped her arms around my body and kissed me. This time, we made out like horny teenagers. Our tongues were playing with each other, but this time, Holly’s hands went lower and squeezed my buttocks.

Whatever she had put in the oven was beginning to smell nice. She could tell I was distracted and pulled off my lips.

“You’re a typical boy, Louis. Once you smell food, that’s all you can think about. Although” she thrust my crotch into her, “your earlier problem has returned.”

I blushed, knowing she was referring to my bulging briefs.

 

I had learnt loads from Holly that first week. All we did was snog a little before we ate, then I would go home. Mum was getting worried about me spending so much time with her and her feeding me, so she told me that I shouldn’t be taking advantage of her. Next week, she insisted that I come home for dinner. But she did say I could bring Holly any time I wanted.

Her father was also off the late shift and had four days off before starting his next shift rota. This meant he would be home, and I still wasn’t ready to meet him yet. We both knew that if we ever met each other’s parents, it meant we were serious. After a couple of days, neither of us knew yet.

The second day, I went to her place to work on the engine. I decided to wear shorts under my college overalls to prevent any embarrassment, mainly mine. Holly laughed when she saw them and mentioned that she preferred what I wore the day before. On the third day, I didn’t wear the shorts and was back to wearing only my tight white briefs. She enjoyed looking at my bulge and the occasions she glimpsed it when it was pitching a tent. It turned into a little game we played, her trying to make me hard whenever I was down to my briefs.

Friday was the last day we could visit her place without her father being there. I thought we were going to work on the engine again, but she took me into the house instead. It was the first time she had taken me upstairs and into her bedroom. My cock was on high alert and strained against my briefs. I couldn’t make myself comfortable without looking like a pervert.

I sat on her bed and watched her take off her overalls. I was shocked when I saw that all she was wearing underneath them was her bra and panties. My cock lurched, and I felt it ooze precum. She was teasing me.

She reached into her wardrobe and slipped on a dress that finally revealed her figure.

Even with short blonde hair, she looked elegant and feminine.

“It’s going to be nice not to wear overalls for a few days. Why don’t you take yours off?”

“I can’t,” I stuttered, knowing my hard cock was not only tenting my briefs but leaking precum.

She sat next to me on her bed, and we kissed. She pressed her tongue against my lips and thrust inside. She rested her hand on my crotch and squeezed my hard cock. She smiled as we kissed, pleased that my erection was for her.

When she broke the kiss and released my crotch, she spoke, “You know that I’ve never done it before. I’m still a virgin, and I trust you not to gossip.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“I don’t know about you, and you don’t have to tell me. But I’m not ready yet. Just so you know.”

“I will never pressure you, Holly. I respect you too much for that. But I feel I must also tell you something,” she looked into my eyes, “I think I’m bisexual. Does that bother you?”

Holly pondered, “I don’t think so. Is Kurt your boyfriend? Because he’s very sexy.”

“Holly!” I was surprised. “No, he’s not my boyfriend. I’ve not told anyone else that I think I’m bisexual. He doesn’t know.”

“But you do fancy him?” Holly smiled at me.

“No, I don’t!” I protested, “He’s my best mate. But come to think of it, he is quite cute. But thinking of him has never made me hard before.” I winked at Holly.

“I know what feelings you have for me.” She crabbed my crotch again, and my cock exploded, soaking my briefs.

Holly giggled, and I laughed. I stood up and took off my college overalls before my cum seeped through. She looked at my cum soaked briefs and my still-hard cock tenting them.

“Sometimes they just go off on their own.” I chuckled.

“I didn’t mean you to…” She seemed a little nervous.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her, “Don’t worry. It’s the effect you have on me. I just think you’re so damn sexy.”

She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue back inside my mouth. My cock throbbed and leaked more cum. I groaned.

“Would you mind if I touched it?” She asked shyly. “Just your bulge, I don’t want to see your… thing.”

I leaned back, leaning with my arms behind me, and my crotch was now exposed to her.

“I don’t mind. But it’ll be wet and sticky.”

She reached and cupped my crotch. “It is sticky.” My cock throbbed. “I felt that. Did you make it do that?”

“No, you did,” I told her.

She used two fingers and traced the length of my shaft through my briefs. She made it stand out more, and I wondered if she was guessing how big it was. She left my cock alone and cupped my balls. She squeezed.

“I hope that isn’t too hard. I know they can be very sensitive.”

I gasped, “No, that’s fine, more than fine.”

She looked at the dent my cock made in my briefs. “It’s getting bigger again. I didn’t think it could happen so soon.”

“Everyone is different, but it also depends on the person, and you really make me feel…” I couldn’t finish that sentence. I gasped.

“Will you cum again?”

“Probably not. Not unless I stroke it and make me cum.”

“Shame,” she grinned at me. “Thank you, Louis. I don’t think I could have done this with another boy.” She kissed me again, making my cock lurch. “I hope you don’t think I’ve been teasing you?”

“Not at all. I’ve enjoyed it. I hope we can do it again.”

“Not if my Dad’s home. But what are you going to do? You can’t go home like that; it looks like you’ve wet yourself.”

“Not for the first time,” I chuckled. “I’ll take them off, clean myself up and put my overalls back on.”

Holly showed me the bathroom and gave me my overalls. She closed the door to provide me with some privacy. I pulled down my cum stained briefs and washed my cock and balls. I felt guilty drying them on the hand towel, but there was nothing else I could use.

I put my overalls back on and folded up my damp briefs. Holly was downstairs. I went back into her bedroom and left my cum-soaked briefs next to her pillow.

“I’ve left you a little present by your bed.” I grinned.

“You naughty boy. And you’re not wearing anything underneath those.” She gestured to my overalls.

“Only my T-shirt.”

Holly giggled.

“Don’t let your Dad find my present. I don’t want him to kill me.”

 

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