Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 5: Realising He’s A Friend

I lay on the sofa, feeling pissed off. I sent Cian a message, asking if he was free for a video call. I was relieved when he said he was in his bedroom, bored.

“Your brother is a complete knob-head,” I said the moment he answered the call.

“I’ve known that for years.” Cian smiled, “What’s he done now?”

“He’s treating me like shit!” I raised my voice, “He ignores me, and when we went to lunch, he left me on my own to walk all the way there while he drove the others in the buggy. He’s a fucking shit!”

“I’m sorry, Louis,” Cian said placidly, hoping it would calm me down.

“It’s no wonder you don’t get on if he treats you the same way.”

“Worse, it’s like my presence constantly irritates him, and then he tries to tell me what to do all the time. Sometimes I think it would be bliss if he ignored me. He never even suggested I come and help.”

“I know,” I sighed, “He came up with some bullshit excuse that he didn’t want you to see him naked.”

“That’s probably true. When I caught him fucking Ollie, I think it was the fact that I saw him naked that embarrassed him the most. It’s not like I saw anything, just his arse pounding your brother. So,” Cian paused a moment, “how big is my big brother?”

I laughed and waggled my little finger in front of the camera. Cian laughed. “Just joking. He looked to be about three or four inches, but I’ve only seen it soft. I wonder if that is why he’s been vile to me. He’s afraid I’ll tell people about his cock.”

“He doesn’t know we’re friends, though,” Cian said, and I was shocked into silence.

When had we become friends and not just fuck buddies? But it was Cian I called when I needed someone to talk to, and not Kurt.

“We are friends now, aren’t we?” Cian became uncomfortable with the silence.

“Yes,” I said sincerely, and I meant it. “I do think of you as my friend. I just thought how strange it was that we became friends.”

“I hope this means that you’ll still fuck me?” Cian asked.

“Definitely. I can’t fucking wait to fuck you again. Look!” I pointed the camera on my phone at my cock.

“Have you been wanking while you’ve been talking to me?”

“If I can’t fuck you, this is the next best thing.” I chuckled.

“Well, stop a moment. Wait for me.” His phone went dark, but I could still hear him. He was moving about and breathing heavily. He was doing something, but I couldn’t tell what.

The phone shuddered, and I could finally see Cian again, “You’re naked!” I laughed.

“Keep your hand off your cock. I need to catch up.” He pointed the camera at his cock, and I watched as he stroked his cock. I smiled as it got harder and longer. “You always make me hard.” Cian gasped as he saw my hard cock.

“Can I touch it yet? I need to stroke it.” I begged.

“Okay. Can you position the camera so I can see you wank, and your face? I want to see everything.” Cian groaned as he kept stroking his cock.

“I wish you were here instead of your bastard brother.” I fumbled with my phone and just about managed to get my face and cock in the frame.

“That’s perfect, Louis.” He groaned, and he stroked his cock faster.

“I can’t see you, though. I want to see that cute baby face of yours.” I stroked my cock.

“Please, Louis. I’m not going to last much longer.” Cian grunted. I knew he’d come.

“Let me see.” I grabbed my mobile and looked at the screen. Cian had a silly grin on his face, the type that only a boy gets after he’s just ejaculated.

“Fuck, Louis. That felt great.” Cian pointed his mobile at his body and showed me the mess he’d made. There were pools of cum on his chest and belly. He showed me his cock. It was going soft but was covered in cum. It snuggled into his small tuft of pubes. I grunted and came over my belly.

“I wanted to see you cum,” Cian pouted.

“And I wanted to cum in your arse.” I laughed, “Neither of us got what we wanted.”

“Do you think your brother will let me visit you there? That way Conor need never know and we could, you know.”

“I’ll ask, but I’m sure he’ll say yes. I’ll make him say yes.”

“Fuck!” Cian dropped his phone, and I could hear rustling.

“What are you up to, Cian?” I could hear his Mum burst into his room.

“Mum! I’m getting changed.” Cian whined.

“Why? You’ve not been out all day. I’m not having you hiding in your room all day. Why don’t you go out and see a friend? It’s not healthy for you to be alone so much.”

“Okay, Mum. I’ll call a friend. Now let me get changed.” Cian sounded uncomfortable. I heard his bedroom door close, and Cian picked up his phone. He was now dressed again. “I suppose you heard that.”

“Yes, but my Mum is just the same. Always hassling me about something. Look Cian. Why don’t you come here?”

“I can’t. Conor will kill me. Quite literally.”

“I suppose. What about tomorrow morning? I know we start school again the next day, but if our parents moan, we’ll say it’ll just be the morning. At least we might get some time together.”

“In the meantime, I’d better go out.” Cian sighed.

“Cian? Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you have any friends apart from me?”

“Not really. I have school friends, people I talk to at school, but we never meet outside of school. No one ever asked me, and I was too shy to ask them.”

“I wish I’d known. I could have been your friend.” I felt sorry for him.

“I’m not like my brother. I can’t talk and talk, talk about nothing and pretend to be interesting. I tend to live in my head. I don’t like confrontation, which is why I let my brother bully me.”

“I wish I could hug you,” I told him. I felt like he needed me to protect him.

“So do I.”

“You sure you can get here tomorrow morning?” I asked.

“Yes, I know it’s out of the way, but I’ll take a taxi. You’re worth it.”

“Ollie can drive you back. I think I hear people outside. I’d better go. See you in the morning.”

I cut off the phone before Cian had a chance to say anything. I went to the bathroom to clean up my cum and then took a full-length picture of myself in the mirror. I sent it to Cian with the message, ‘something to remember me by before tomorrow’.

Cian sent me a picture in return. His jeans were halfway down his thighs, and he showed me his pert buttocks.

We both knew what we wanted to do when we met up in the morning.

My suspicions were correct. They had come back. As I left the bathroom, I saw Conor. The front door was wide open, and he was standing in the doorway.

“Oi! There you are! Come and give us a hand.” Conor demanded.

“Is someone talking to me?” I said as I looked around the room. Conor’s attitude really pissed me off. “It can’t have been Conor, as he hasn’t said two words to me since he got here. I’ll have to tell Ollie that I’ve been hearing strange voices in his cabin.”

“Stop being a wise-guy and get over here.” Conor was even more pissed at me.

“There it is again.” I kept looking around the room.

“You’re really pissing me off. You fucking runt.”

I walked over to the front door and barged my way past him. I walked towards the forest.

“This way, you little shit!” He shouted at me, but I ignored him and kept walking, “What the fuck are you doing?”

I took deep breaths as I walked. I was glad he didn’t follow me. I needed to calm down before I punched him in the face and kicked him in the balls.

“You are all the fucking same!” Conor shouted at me, “You’re all a bunch of little shits!”

He got back in the buggy and returned to the van, where Ollie and Ewan were obviously waiting.

I stopped walking and sent Ollie a message, ‘Sorry, Ollie. I had to go for a walk. I’ll tell you about it when I get back.’

‘Take care’, Ollie replied.

 

I was never one for long walks in the country, but walking in the forest was surprisingly calming. I didn’t see many people or animals, but I could hear them: the bird call, the rustling of the leaves on the forest floor. I expected to see squirrels, but they seemed to be keeping out of my way.

When I got back to the cabin, the lights were on inside, and the buggy was still nearby. The front door was still open, but I couldn’t hear voices.

I waited by the front door and looked inside. Ollie and Ewan were sitting on the sofa. Ewan had his arms wrapped around my brother. They both looked tired.

Ollie finally noticed me and sat up, shrugging Ewan’s arm from him. “I’m glad you’re back. Conor’s gone. I told him I didn’t want him here if he was going to treat my little brother like shit.” He smiled at me, “That’s my job.”

“Thanks, Ollie. Was he still mad when he left?”

“I’m afraid so.”

I grabbed my phone and sent Cian a message to warn him. I didn’t want Cian to have to deal with an angry Conor.

“Don’t you want to hear my side?” I asked Ollie.

“I don’t need to, Louis. I know Conor can be a dick sometimes.” Ollie got up and approached me. He placed a hand on my shoulder, “and I trust you more than him.” I smiled. “Can I talk to you outside for a moment?”

Ollie led me onto the veranda. He obviously didn’t want Ewan to hear what he had to say. He told me not to look so worried.

“I want to ask you if you mind that Ewan stays over. It’s not a problem if you say no, I’ve not asked him yet, and I know you wanted it to be just us two on the first night.”

“I like Ewan,” I told Ollie. “I don’t mind if he stays over. But I do have one question.”

“Okay,”

“Will he be fucking you?” I asked.

“I hope so,” Ollie smiled. “But I’ll tell him no if you don’t want him to.”

“Are you sure my being in the next bedroom won’t put you both off?”

“I don’t think so, I’ve been waiting days for him to fuck me again.”

“That reminds me,” I grinned at Ollie and told him about Cian coming to visit me in the morning.

“So you want Cian to come over so you can fuck him?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” I laughed.

“Ewan and I will keep out of your way and let you both enjoy yourselves.”

“Thanks, Ollie. You’re the best.” I hugged him.

“Now come inside, get three lagers from the fridge and come sit with us.”

I was very rarely allowed to drink, perhaps half a glass of wine on special occasions. This was the first time I’d be spending time drinking with my brother.

The sofa was big enough for the three of us to sit together. Ollie sat in the middle, but that didn’t stop Ewan and me from talking. He may be fucking my brother, but there was a genuine friendship between them. I think he was a better friend than Conor.

Ewan asked me about my college course. He listened as I told him what I was good at and what I needed more training on. Ollie specialised in carpentry, and I enjoyed working with electrics. Carpentry was a weak point of mine.

“From what I’ve seen of Ollie’s work, he’s quite the master. But the town could also do with more electricians.”

“I want to get better with my woodwork, and I hope college will help me,” I told Ewan.

“He’s better than he thinks.” Ollie chimed in.

After two cans of lager, I was feeling drowsy. I told them that I was going to bed. I yawned as I stood up, and Ollie asked me to get them another lager before I left.

“Thanks, Louis.” Ollie took the ice-cold can from me.

“Thanks,” Ewan said.

“Good night, Louis.” Ollie said, “I’m glad you were here today.”

“Night, Ollie. Night, Ewan.”

I went into the spare bedroom and was asleep within minutes.

 

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