Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 21: Looking At Love

Cian and I fussed over our brothers for the rest of the day. We even swapped brothers, and he would occasionally fuss over Ollie. I think Ewan found it amusing, and he seemed to get in on the action, and we ended up fussing over him as if he had been in the fight. Kurt sat in the corner and found the whole thing amusing.

Ollie’s bruised eye was coming up a shiner. His split lip had scabbed over, but it was still swollen. Except for some crusted blood around his nostrils, Ollis’s nose looked unbroken. Conor’s nose was bruised and bloodied, and a purple bruise was deepening on his left cheek. But it was his body that showed the most bruises, especially around his ribs.

Cian and I gave them beer, snacks and a sandwich. They sat chatting and trying not to laugh. Conor asked if Ollie would be okay for work the next day. Ollie insisted that he would be after a decent night’s sleep.

“Do you want me to help you? Make sure you’re fine.” Conor suggested.

Ollie smiled, “I don’t think you’ll be much help with a fractured rib.”

Conor looked hurt that his offer had been rejected. “I’m not useless, Ollie.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Why don’t you stay tonight, and you can come with me in the morning.”

“Thanks, Ollie. It would be good to feel useful again.”

“Just don’t strain yourself. I don’t want you hurting yourself. I’m at Vos de Vos tomorrow. That doesn’t bother you?”

“It’ll be closed, won’t it?” Ollie nodded, “Then it’ll be fine.” Conor said.

Ollie turned to look at me, “Why don’t you and Cian leave us and have some fun before you have to go home? That’s what you came for after all.”

“Are you sure you two will be alright?” I nodded towards Conor, still uncertain.

“We’ll be fine, Louis. Now just fuck off with Cian and have some fun. Kurt can look after us.” Kurt frowned.

I smiled and grabbed Cian by the hand, dragging him outside. I pulled him into the woods, then stopped. Fuck. “I’ve forgotten something. Wait here.”

Cian stayed as I ran back to the cabin. I dashed into my bedroom and grabbed the tube of lube from my bedside table.

Ollie laughed as I ran out. “Have fun!” He shouted at me.

Cian saw what I had in my hand as I ran back to him. “What’s that for?” He asked.

I stood and grinned at him, showing him the lube. “For having fun.”

“We don’t need that for a walk in the woods.” Cian teased me, but my cock was slowly hardening. He also grabbed the lube from my hands.

I gasped as he took hold of my stiff cock and dragged me between the trees. I liked this new Cian, taking control and taking what he wanted. I hoped he wasn’t teasing me, and he was going to use my cock. I wanted it to be used.

Cian pushed me against a tree. He raised himself on tiptoes and kissed me. He grabbed my cock and pushed it between his legs. I could feel his soft cock and loose balls against my shaft. His cock didn’t stay soft for long. Soon it pressed against my pubes. I thrust my hips, rubbing my cock between his legs. It felt good, and precum began to ooze from my knob, wetting Cian’s skin.

“You’re leaking.” Cian grinned as our lips parted.

He stepped back, and I heard a squelch as he squeezed some lube onto the palm of his hand. He wrapped it around my cock, and I closed my eyes. He had a soft and gentle touch.

I leaned forward again. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he whispered in my ear, “Fuck me.”

Cian sprang into action and pulled me away from the tree. He braced himself, his hands pressing against the tree trunk, the gnarly bark digging into his palms. His arse was thrust out, and I felt the urge to do something I hadn’t done before. Yes, I wanted to fuck him, but more than that, I felt the urge to taste him.

On my knees, I spread his cheeks and saw the hole I had fucked so many times. I kissed it and then ran my tongue along the length of his crack. Cian pushed his arse further back, enjoying the feel of my tongue. I started to lick it. He was clean and tasted fresh; I only found a slight saltiness on his hole.

Cian gasped, and I felt his hole twitch against my tongue. He tasted saltier as my tongue went deeper. Beneath me, my cock throbbed. When Cian rimmed me, preparing me to get fucked, I enjoyed it. Well, enjoy is too tame a word. It felt like my fucking head would explode, and now I felt brave enough to try it on Cian. I hoped he was feeling the same way I did.

My mouth slavered as I licked his hole; it dripped down my chin and also seeped over his arsehole. I lapped up the mixture of my saliva and his arse. Above me, Cian was moaning, moving his arse to put my tongue where he wanted it. His moaning became louder as I licked and probed him.

“Fuck me!” Cian yelled in desperation.

I stood and pointed my stiff cock between his cheeks. I pressed, and my cock slipped inside him.

“Fuck!” Cian yelled, not in pain but in pleasure.

He took my lubed cock easily, like he always did. I started slow, not to let him get used to my cock invading him, but to prevent me from coming too soon. I knew he could take it. His hole seemed to be built to caress and squeeze my cock. My cock fit perfectly inside him. We were linked together, as if we were one.

“Fuck!” Cian gasped as I fucked him.

“Fuck, Cian!” I groaned as my hips went harder and faster. Pushing my cock deeper inside him.

I reached around and held Cian’s cock, it was hard and wet. I stroked him in time with my thrust. Cian craned his neck; he wanted to see my face. I leaned forward a little and kissed his cheek. I couldn’t quite reach his lips.

“Fuck!” I gasped. Cian looked so beautiful, so handsome, so cute, as his eyes met mine.

I came fast and hard. I rammed my cock deep inside him and pumped my cum into him. Cian smiled as he felt my cock throb against his hole. He then slapped my hand away from his cock. He didn’t seem to want to cum. I felt disappointed because I loved the feel of his cock as it throbbed between my fingers and spewed cum onto my hand. I enjoyed it when I sneakily tasted his cum, thinking he wouldn’t notice, but he always did. I loved tasting his cum and now his arse.

Neither of us wanted to break our connection, but my cock was softening and would slip out any time soon. Cian forced us to disconnect by turning around to face me. We kissed, and I could feel his cock pressing against my pubes, my hair tickling his exposed knob.

“Can I fuck you again?” Cian asked, but I saw the lust in his eyes.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I grinned.

Cian grabbed my hand. “Let’s go to your room.”

“What about Ollie and Conor?” I asked, not quite sure what I was asking.

“I don’t want to make love to either of them; I want to make love to you.” Cian grinned. He looked so cute with that little glint in his eye.

We retraced our steps and began walking back to the cabin. We must have looked funny, walking hand in hand, my cock soft and Cian’s cock hard as a rock.

Cian didn’t look at Ollie or his brother as he took me to my bedroom. I looked at Ollie. He smiled at me. I think Cian was becoming accustomed to the freedom that the resort gave us because he didn’t bother closing my door. Kurt stood up, thinking we’d come back and he could join us. But when we didn’t notice him and went to the bedroom, he sat back down and pouted.

I lay on my bed, on my back, and Cian climbed on top of me. He massaged my soft cock and balls and then lifted my legs. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled them to my chest, giving Cian unfettered access to my arse.

He lifted my low-hanging balls out of the way and started rimming me. I groaned the moment I felt his tongue lick my hole. He ate me out and caused my cock to grow. I couldn’t touch it because I was holding my knees.

Cian spat at my hole, which now felt like it was gaping. He pushed in a finger, and it was that moment I realised how much I enjoyed him fucking me. He pushed in two fingers, stretching me further. Then his tongue went in deep. I realised it was his tongue and my cock lurched and I felt precum dribble out.

His fingers were back, this time massaging that special place inside me. My precum no longer dribbled, but leaked. I felt my hole straining as he pushed in a third finger. He couldn’t reach that special place, but the pain from my stretched hole made my cock lurch.

Cian reached for the lube and coated his cock. He put some more on his fingers and pushed them back inside me. He smeared it around my rim and further inside.

“Are you ready?” Cian asked softly, his fingers still stretching me.

I nodded.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Cian remembered the pain he’d caused the first time he made love to me.

“I will.”

I felt his fingers pull out, and the tip of his cock rest against my gaping hole. He pushed, and the head popped inside me. I grimaced with the pain, and Cian remained still. My hole throbbed against Cian’s invading flesh, attempting to push it out, but I tried to control it. I wanted it inside me.

The pain eased, and Cian pushed another inch of his hard cock inside me. He let my inexperienced hole become accustomed to his cock every time before he pushed more inside me. I had become addicted to the pain that would dissolve into pleasure. Every time I felt a little pain, I knew if I lived through it, I would be rewarded with an intense pleasure only Cian’s cock could give me.

I grinned like a simpleton when I felt his loose balls slap my arse and his pubes tickle my balls.

“Make love to me, Cian,” I whispered and closed my eyes.

Cian pulled his cock back a little and pushed back in. It rubbed against that special place inside me, causing my cock to twitch. He slowly built up a rhythm.

The pace quickened slightly but remained tender. This was no fuck. I felt I was truly making love.

Cian lowered his body so our chests rubbed against each other. His weight made breathing more difficult, but it seemed to heighten my pleasure. Cian nuzzled my neck, his hips slowly humping my arse. My cock was trapped between our bellies and leaked each time he pushed inside me. I was now groaning with delight. Our bodies were connected; we seemed to have merged into one being. I released my knees; I knew Cian’s body would keep them against my chest. I rubbed my hands over his warm flesh. I roamed lower down Cian’s back and rested my hands at the top of his buttocks. His hips gently pivoted as he slowly pumped his cock inside me.

I heard a whisper at the door. I saw Conor, Kurt and Ollie standing there, watching me, watching us. Kurt was hard and stroking his cock.

“I didn’t know he was doing the fucking.” Conor seemed surprised that Cian would be the active partner. He assumed it would be me fucking him all the time. I hope he now saw his brother in a new light.

I didn’t care that we were being watched. Ollie and Ewan had watched my first time. Now Ollie, Kurt and Conor were watching my second time.

My eyes closed again, and I let out a low, satisfied groan. Cian nibbled my ear, and my cock throbbed between us. Cian must have felt it as he stopped thrusting and rubbed his belly against me, teasing my cock. He made it throb again, and I knew I was about to explode. I released a slow breath as my cock throbbed and spewed cum between us. My arse squeezed his cock, which caused him to groan. It was possibly one of the best orgasms of my life.

When my body relaxed, Cian started pumping his cock in and out of me again. Just because I’d cum, didn’t mean it was over for me, the feel of his cock kept teasing me and making my softening cock remain half-hard.

I didn’t cum again. I didn’t feel the need to. Cian kept making love to me for several more minutes before he came inside me. I tried to squeeze his cock with my arse. I didn’t want him to pull out, but I knew it was inevitable. Cian stayed on top of me until his cock deflated and slipped from my hole. I released a disappointed sigh.

Cian slid off me and lay beside me. My legs flopped back on the bed, and Cian snuggled up to me.

“That was beautiful.” I heard Conor whisper.

“They love each other. I didn’t properly realise that until today.” Ollie told his friend. “Let’s leave them.”

I heard them step softly back to the living room. I had to let Cian make love to me more often.

 

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