Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 11: Opening Up To Ollie

Ollie was home when I got back. I was surprised, but glad. He never told me he was coming home.

“What are you doing here?” I beamed when I saw him sitting with Mum and Dad in the living room.

“I’ll go then, shall I?” Ollie got up and pretended to leave.

“Don’t you dare,” We hugged, “You could have told me, I would have come home earlier.”

“I’m glad I didn’t, or Mum might not have filled me in with your new friend from college.”

I blushed. “I’m dying to tell you about my first week.”

“Well, we have all night.” Ollie smiled.

“You’re staying?” I was behaving like a little kid, so excited to see my big brother as if I hadn’t seen him for months. It had only been a week.

“Me and Dad need to get together and catch up on the business, so I thought I’d stay tonight so we could get an early start in the morning. I have a small job in the afternoon. Old Lady Lovecock is determined to give me more work. I was hoping you could come with me, and then we can go back to the cabin, spend the night and Sunday together. How does that sound?”

“Brilliant.”

“You look good in those college overalls. Give it a few weeks, and they’ll be as stained and dirty as your proper work shorts.”

“We’ve not done much this week, just messing about, and the teachers telling us about the syllabus. What have you been doing? Any interesting jobs?”

“Boys, please.” Mum interrupted, “If you want to talk shop, go up to your room. I’m trying to watch this programme.”

“Come on, Ollie.” I grabbed his hand and virtually dragged him upstairs.

Ollie was laughing. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”

I closed our bedroom door. “I’ve got a girlfriend,” I whispered and sat on my bed. Ollie sat next to me.

“Mum told me she thought you had. Who is she?”

“Holly. She’s on my course.”

“And she says you’ve been round her place every day this week, working on a motorbike engine.”

“Yes, she’s a mechanic and is teaching me. I think Kurt is jealous.”

“What about Cian?” Ollie asked.

That made my brain engage and stop to think. “I don’t know. He’s coming to visit on Sunday. I suppose I’ll find out then. He knows I’ve met her, I told him.”

“Just be careful with Cian. He’s a sensitive boy, unlike his brother.”

“I know.” I stood up and took off my beige overalls. All I was now wearing was my T-shirt and socks.

“Tell me you didn’t go to college like that. You know you have to change sometimes?”

“I know, and I didn’t. And I need a shower.” I grabbed my cock, it was still clammy. “Come with me so we can still talk.”

I took off the rest of my clothes, and Ollie followed me into the bathroom. He closed the toilet lid and sat down as I washed. I told him about Holly, I told him everything, from the moment we met to the moment I left her house tonight. I even told him how I left my cum stained briefs by her pillow.

He advised me to take it slow, take it at her pace.

My cock was hard as we talked about Holly. I soaped it up to clean it, wash away the dried cum, but the washing soon turned to wanking. Our conversation halted as I wanked my cock while Ollie watched. It didn’t take long. My cum spurted against the glass. I took the shower head and washed it off.

When I turned the water off, I noticed Ollie starting to strip. As I came out of the shower and grabbed a towel, Ollie stepped in.

Ollie told me about his week while I dried myself. I noticed that his cock thickened, but he didn’t get hard, and he didn’t wank himself off.

Naked, we went back into our bedroom. I jumped on my bed and grabbed my cock. I also picked up my mobile phone. I messaged Cian to confirm that he was still going to meet me on Sunday morning. He was looking forward to it. I messaged Holly, saying I would miss her, and I will text her tomorrow. She knew we couldn’t meet over the weekend, but we would stay in touch.

I lay on top of my bed, and Ollie lay on his.

“Ollie?” I said anxiously.

“Louis,” Ollie responded.

“I want to ask you something.”

“Okay,” Ollie mused.

I was building the courage to ask my brother the question. “Does it hurt when you get fucked?”

Ollie looked over at me, but I was staring at the ceiling. “Yes. It can at first. But if your partner prepares you properly, it doesn’t last long, and then it feels fucking fantastic.” There was a short silence before Ollie asked me why I was so interested. “Are you thinking about this weekend with Cian? Do you want him to fuck you?”

“I want to feel what it’s like,” I said flatly.

“What about Holly?”

I ignored Ollie’s question. “I admitted to Holly today that I think I’m bisexual.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve not told anyone else. You’re the second person I’ve told.”

“How do you feel about it?” Ollie asked. “Is it just Cian you’re attracted to, or do you feel attracted to other guys?”

“Fuck, Ollie. Cian has some hold over me. I love fucking him. I’ve kissed him, and I’ve sucked his cock. I can’t get enough of him, and he will let me fuck him when I want. He sucks me, and I suck him. I’m thinking of letting him fuck me this weekend.”

“But what about Holly? You seem to be really into her.” Ollie asked.

“I know.” I sighed, “I want them both. Cian will let me fuck him, but Holly isn’t ready yet. But I don’t mind that. I respect her, and I also respect Cian. He is so much more than he thinks he is. Conor has beaten him down, so he thinks he’s worthless. I hope I have shown him that I like him for who he is. And he is such a lovely young man. Conor would learn something if he really got to know his brother.”

“Conor has his own problems.” Ollie told me, “He is feeling bad. He’s not found a job yet, and I think he’s feeling depressed. I’m not excusing him, but I think he’s lashing out in frustration. Cian is just there, an easy target.”

“It’s not fair to him. Cian may be different to Conor, but he’s no better or no worse than him. I have grown to know him, and I like him.” Ollie was about to speak, “Not just because he lets me fuck him. I really like him.”

“But as a friend.” Ollie challenged me.

“Yes, he’s a friend.” I agreed.

“But you don’t think of Holly as a friend,” Ollie said.

“No.” I thought about her. “I don’t want to be her friend. I’m happy being Cian’s friend. And I’m happy fucking him. I’d miss him if he found a boyfriend and stopped letting me fuck him.” I didn’t mean what I said, “No, I would hate it.”

“So, do you think of Cian as your boyfriend?” Ollie asked.

I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. “I think I do.” I felt a tear in my eye. “But I’ve never told him that.”

I released my cock and grabbed my phone. I used my left hand to hold my hard cock and stroke it. I messaged Cian. I started by checking again that he was coming to the resort on Sunday morning. He said he was, but seemed confused why I was asking him again. Then I asked if he wanted to be my boyfriend. My stomach lurched as I waited for the reply. It felt like hours, but it was only seconds. My cock throbbed when he said yes.

I told Cian that I couldn’t wait to see him, and I stroked my cock.

I hadn’t realised I was openly wanking as I messaged Cian and Holly. I felt my balls ache, and I released my cock.

“So, Louis. You now have a boyfriend and a girlfriend. I can’t believe that you’ve gone from nothing to having both of them in such a short period. I told you just to be patient. But do they know about each other, and do they mind?” Ollie asked me.

“At the moment, I want them both. And we’ve never said that we were exclusive.”

Ollie laughed, “That’s a technicality. And Holly is new here; she won’t think like most residents. She may not understand you fucking Cian, and then getting up to stuff with her.”

“I know, Ollie. I’ll be careful. I don’t want to hurt her.” I started stroking my cock again.

Ollie watched me wanking, “Who are you thinking of?”

“Cian.” I gasped. “It feels so good when I slide my cock into his arse. He’s tight, and his face lights up as I go in. It makes my balls ache knowing that he loves taking my cock.” I gasped and groaned. “Oh, fuck!” I groaned. I could feel my balls churn; my hand was a blur on my cock. I was beginning to get out of breath and could feel a trickle of sweat roll from my forehead.

Our bedroom door opened, and Dad poked his head into the room. I didn’t care; I was too close. Ollie indicated that Dad should come in, but be quiet. I’m surprised Dad didn’t shout at me to stop and cover up, but he stood and watched me wanking.

I don’t know if it was the audience or my frantic strokes, but I groaned, I held my cock still with my foreskin pulled tightly back, and my cock spurted cum up my chest. I moaned as my cock throbbed and my eyes rolled back.

As I recovered, I squeezed my cock and teased more cum out that dribbled onto my hand. I looked over at Ollie and Dad.

“Sorry, Dad,” I said. I knew he didn’t like seeing us naked, and catching me wanking might have gone too far.

“Don’t apologise, Louis,” Dad said. “It’s perfectly natural, I’m surprised you let me watch.”

“So am I.” I started to rub my cum into my chest, and I even licked some from my fingers.

Dad turned to Ollie, “I only came up to ask you something, but it can wait.” Dad left and closed the door behind him.

“I’ve been slowly getting Dad acclimatised to being around nudity and even getting naked himself,” Ollie said.

“Really!”

“Yep, I managed to get him naked. And naked with me. I think this is the first time he’s watched any kind of sexual activity. I think he took this as an opportunity for himself.”

“When? What?” I was confused. “Dad watched me wank just to push his boundaries?”

“I think so,” Ollie said.

“But did you notice the bulge in his trousers. It wasn’t there when he came in, but it was definitely there when he left.”

“I did notice.” Ollie smiled at me. “Are you going to clean up?”

“No. I’m going to let it dry, and I’ll shower in the morning.” I kept rubbing my sticky cum into my skin. “When do you want me tomorrow?”

“Not until the afternoon. Dad and I need to look at the accounts and organise the jobs for next week in the morning. It’s only a small job at the B&B, and then we can go to my cabin. How does that sound?”

“Great. But the sooner we get to the cabin, the better. Are you sure Conor won’t be coming over?”

“Yep, I gave him some bullshit about Mr Cremaster needing me to work this weekend. I think he bought it.”

“Good. I don’t want him and Cian to see each other there. But what about Ewan? Is he coming over?”

“Would you mind?” Ollie checked with me.

“No, I like Ewan. He’s a better friend than Conor.

“Don’t write off Conor, Louis. He’s going through some stuff. He’s got no job, and he feels like he has no future.”

“That’s his fault. From what you said, he coasted through college, barely passed his T-Levels and couldn’t even get an apprenticeship. He’s got no future because he doesn’t want one. He needs to get a grip on his life.”

“I’m trying to help him, Louis. If I could give him a job, I would. But that would be the easy way out for him. He needs to find out what he wants to do.” Ollie sighed, “If he doesn’t soon, the Labour Exchange will force him to take a job, any job.”

“He also needs to give Cian a break,” I said.

“That too. But please don’t judge him too harshly. Give him time to find himself. I’m trying to help him, believe me, I’m trying.” Ollie sounded exasperated with his friend.

“I can’t wait until Sunday,” I said as I cupped my soft cock and balls. They were still a little moist with cum, but I turned on my side, facing Ollie. He was still lying on his back, naked. It was still early, but my eyelids felt heavy. I sighed and thought of Cian. I drifted off to sleep with pleasant thoughts rolling around my head.

 

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