Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 2: Kurt Returns

I arranged to meet Cian in the park. I wanted to go round to his place, but he said his brother was home and lazing in bed. I know we lived in Cockaigne, but I wasn’t about to fuck him in the park. It was still early, and the park wasn’t busy. I only saw the occasional jogger or dog walker.

My mobile phone pinged. I got excited thinking Cian had sent me a message, but it was from Kurt, my best friend. He’d left at the beginning of the summer holidays to stay with his grandparents. They had a holiday cottage on the south coast, and Kurt had gone to stay with them. He could walk to the beach in less than five minutes. I was jealous. I joked that he could take me with him, I think he asked, but the answer was a definite ‘no.’

He told me that he was coming back tomorrow. Usually, I would have been ecstatic, but I knew he would want to spend time with me, and I wanted to spend as long as possible with Cian. My cock longed to be inside Cian. It wasn’t just sex. I felt alone without him. I turned my mobile phone to silent so that I wasn’t disturbed by any more messages from Kurt. I felt guilty for ignoring him, but after today, my life was going to get complicated, and I wanted to devote my time to Cian.

I spotted Cian walking towards me. I stood up and looked around before running to him and smashing my lips to his. This time, it was me forcing my tongue into his mouth. But something felt different. I pulled away and looked at Cian’s face.

I raised my finger and rubbed his naked top lip. “What happened?”

“I thought I’d start looking after myself. Now that I have someone to look after myself for.”

“Shame.” I rubbed his lip again. “I loved your moustache. You should grow it back, I don’t care how long it takes, probably two months.” I laughed, and Cian pushed me, chuckling. “I hope you’ve not shaved anywhere else.” I cupped his crotch and felt his hardening cock. “Because I also love your pubes.”

“Not even a trim,” Cian grinned.

We sat on the bench looking out over the grass and at the dog walkers in the distance.

“I’m glad you’re here.” I told him, “I do want to fuck you again, but this is the next best thing.” I linked our arms and held his hand. His skin was baby soft. I could touch it forever.

“College starts on Monday,” I said flatly. “I wish we still had the whole summer.”

“So do I.” Cian rested his head on my shoulder.

“Do you still have a crush on me?” I asked Cian.

“No.” He snuggled his head into my shoulder. “It’s worse than that. I think I love you.” My body tensed. No one had ever said that to me before. Cian could sense it. “Does that bother you?”

“No. It surprised me, that’s all. I confessed to Ollie this morning that I thought I loved you. He wasn’t sure if it was just sex. My hormones are telling me that I love you because you make me feel so good. I’m not sure.”

“I want to find out.” Cian wrapped his arm around my waist.

“So do I. But what happens next week?” I wondered.

Cian chuckled, “You will be busy learning a trade, and I will be busy with my A-Levels. We can meet up at weekends or in the evenings. I don’t want this to end, and just because you are a tradie, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you.”

“And just because you are a swot, doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you.” I laughed.

My cock kept inflating and deflating. All it took was a sly look from Cian, and I would get hard. Then we would talk some more, and it would deflate. We sat on that park bench for hours. We talked like there was no one around us; we talked like we should have talked five years ago. Cian was no longer just a hole I fucked, he was a friend. A good friend. Yes, I still wanted to fuck him, and I know he wanted me to, but I felt we had now become friends.

We talked about our brothers. Cian was proud of how Ollie had built his business in such a short time, and was also proud of me for helping him. He was frustrated with his brother, Conor. He didn’t know what he wanted to do. He wasn’t brainy like Cian, but he had no dreams or aspirations. Cian said he was lost. He needed to find himself. Cian knew that Conor’s animosity towards him was more Conor’s problem. Cian told me he wanted to go to university and, hopefully, become a research scientist at Cockaigne Pharma. Conor had no plans. We wished we could help, but there was nothing we could do.

I couldn’t believe we had been sitting and talking for so long; it was mid-afternoon, and neither of us had eaten since breakfast. Time had no meaning while we were together; we needed no other sustenance than each other.

Fuck! Was this love? I had no idea. I just felt like I could tell Cian anything, and he could tell me anything. Nothing would go any further.

I felt safe with Cian. We held each other and began kissing. It felt different this time. There wasn’t the urgency, the unbridled sexual desire; it was gentle. Our tongues still played with each other, but our tongues didn’t fuck our mouths; they caressed our mouths, our tongues, our lips. My cock grew hard, but I ignored it. Our kiss was more than a prelude to sex.

As we kissed, we heard a voice, “They look so sweet. It reminds me of my husband and me.” An elderly man was walking by us, talking to his young companion.

I blushed as I watched him walk by, aided by his stick.

I felt I learnt more about Cian in the last few hours than I learnt in our previous sixteen years.

“I wish we could go somewhere.” I sighed, my stiff cock aching in my jeans. Cian knew it was uncomfortable and reached down to cup my crotch through my jeans.

“Let’s go back to my place. Conor must have gone out by now. He gets too bored at home.” Cian said.

“Unless he’s fucking my brother.” I laughed.

Unfortunately, we had to abandon the plan. I waited around the corner while Cian went inside. Conor was still there, watching television. He sent me a quick message, and I walked home with my head looking down at the pavement and my stiff cock wilting.

I went to my room when I got home and sat on my bed. I messaged Kurt. He was pissed off with me for ignoring him all day. I made up some bullshit about my Mum forcing me to help her with something.

Cian also messaged me. He was hiding away from Conor in his bedroom. It was awkward to have a conversation with two people at once. I grew frustrated, apologised to Cian, and told him I was going to go silent for a while.

I stuffed my phone under my mattress and lay down.

What was fucking wrong with me? I felt guilty. I felt confused. I was upset and felt like crying, but I was also angry and wanted to scream. I felt pressured by Kurt and by Cian to be with him. My teenage brain made no sense of my life, and all these things rolled around in my head.

The bedroom door creaked open.

“Louis?” It was Ollie. I turned onto my back so I could see him. He came in as if he were disturbing me. “Mum told me she thought something was bothering you. I said I’d come up and talk to you.”

Ollie was still dressed in his work uniform. I could smell his sweat mixed with oil or paint. I wished Mum would let me help Ollie, it would take my mind off my life.

I felt Ollie hold my hand. “What’s wrong? Is it Cian? Has he hurt you?” He squeezed my hand.

“No. It’s just getting so complicated. Kurt is coming back, and he’s pissed off with me, and I can’t spend the time I want with Cian. But we don’t want people to know about us. Not yet, at least. And especially not Conor. He hates Cian, and he’s still pissed with him for catching him fucking you.”

“Sorry, Louis.” Ollie squeezed my hand again.

“It’s not your fault. It’s Conor’s. He’s being a bastard to Cian.” I could feel my eyes finally welling up. “Cian told me he was gay. I was the first person he ever told. He can’t trust his brother.”

“Conor can be a real dick sometimes.”

“Fuck, Ollie! My life has turned into a fucking mess. I hate all this sneaking around. I hate that Cian can’t be who he wants to be. And I hate that college starts next week and we can’t see each other. I also hate that Kurt is back. He’ll be on my course, and I’ll see him every day, when all I want to do is see Cian every day. I’m afraid he’ll figure out that something is going on between Cian and me.”

“He’s your best mate, Louis. You’ve been best mates forever, and despite the occasional and nasty falling out, you are still best mates.”

“Yes, he can be a twat.” I tried to smile.

Ollie laughed, “If I remember correctly, you would hold a grudge and treat him like shit. Despite that, he still wanted to be friends. You can be one stubborn bastard if someone pisses you off.”

“Thank you for the character assassination, Ollie. That makes me feel better.” I sighed.

“What I’m trying to say, Louis, is that despite everything, he is still your friend. Tell him as much or as little as you want. But your life is more than Cian. I know it feels like he is everything, but he isn’t. There’s Kurt, there’s college, and there’s me.” Ollie grinned, and this time I squeezed his hand. “I take it all this moping around is because you didn’t get to fuck Cian today?”

“Fuck off, Ollie!” I told him, and he laughed.

“There he is. There is my little brother back to his normal self and telling me to fuck off.” Ollie got off my bed, “I’m going for a shower. I’ll leave you to mope.”

I watched him strip and expose his soft seven-inch cock. I’d seen it so many times and wished mine was bigger. But now I was happy I was only six inches hard. Cian wouldn’t let me fuck him if my cock were as big as Ollie’s.

“Will you be alright?” Ollie asked me.

“I’ll be fine.” Ollie turned to leave to take his shower. “But can I just say one thing?”

“Sure,” Ollie looked at me.

“Fuck off, Ollie.” We laughed.

 

Mum and Dad let me sleep in the next morning. I can’t even remember waking up when Ollie got dressed and ready for work. But I was rudely awakened by Kurt bursting into my room.

“Get up, sleepy head.” Kurt was his usual chirpy and annoying self. “Your mum told me to get you up.”

Kurt grabbed my duvet and ripped it from my bed, revealing my naked body and my morning hard-on.

“Whoa, Louis. You’re up already. Since when did you start sleeping naked?” Kurt turned his back to me so he didn’t have to see me naked.

“Fuck, Kurt. Why are you here so fucking early?” I sat on the edge of my bed, rubbing my eyes.

“Early!” Kurt’s voice was high-pitched in astonishment. “It’s nearly fucking eleven o’clock.”

I must have needed the sleep. I got up and went to the bathroom. My hard cock had begun to wilt. Kurt stayed in my bedroom while I had a piss and a wash. I don’t know why he was shocked to see me naked; we’d been naked in the school showers often enough. Perhaps it was seeing me hard. He’d never seen me hard before.

I was still naked when I returned to my bedroom, but I was now soft, and Kurt seemed a little more comfortable. I rummaged around my underwear drawer and pulled on some tight white briefs. I adjusted my cock and balls in the pouch.

“What’s happened to you, Louis? I’ve never known you to go naked outside of school.”

“I do get naked when I’m not in school. I find it easier to shower if I take off my clothes.”

“Ha, fucking, ha!” Kurt mocked me.

“You know I’ve been helping out Ollie since his accident. It boosted my confidence. It was like I had my own job, and people respected and appreciated what I did. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t a schoolboy anymore.”

“We’re now college men.” Kurt grinned. “I can’t wait to start. It’s going to be great fun training together.”

I opened my wardrobe and showed Kurt my work trousers, shorts and my own toolbelt.

“Not bad, Louis. Like a real handyman.”

“I have been a fucking real handyman while you’ve been by the beach and wanking yourself silly.” I protested.

“Have you got your college overalls yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Then get dressed, we’ll get them today. You won’t need your toolbelt at college; they provide everything we need. We just need a pair of college overalls.”

 

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