Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 3: Still A Virgin

Spending the day with Kurt was fun. He could always make me laugh, and I hardly thought about Cian. We felt like adults when we visited Cockaigne Outfitters to get our beige overalls for college. The shop was full of little kids getting their uniforms for Cockaigne Academy, and some older kids were getting new uniforms because they had grown so much over the past year.

We were the only ones there buying beige coveralls, and we were left on our own as all the shop assistants were busy with the school kids and their fussing parents. We tried them on over our clothes and took them to the cashier to pay.

Kurt took me to the burger place for lunch, and he chose to sit in the corner. He stuffed some fries into his mouth and looked at me.

“I’ve not told anyone this, Louis. But I need to tell someone.”

We’d messaged each other all through the summer, and I thought he told me everything. Obviously not. “What is it?” I ate a solitary thin chip.

“I met a girl,” Kurt whispered to me.

“Fuck, Kurt! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She didn’t want me to say anything. It was a summer fling for both of us. We knew it couldn’t last as she was local and I live here, in Cockaigne.” He grabbed his mobile phone and fiddled with it before showing me a photo.

The photo was of him and a blonde young lady smiling at the camera. She looked a little older than him. “She looks beautiful. How did you manage to get together? She looks way out of your league.” I smiled.

Kurt pouted and put his phone back into his pocket. “Fuck off, Louis. She was so lovely. I met her brother on the beach. We messed around, and then she appeared. She approached her brother on the beach and told him he was to come home. She knew I was different, as I was the only guy on the beach wearing Speedos. She arranged to meet me the next day, and we lay next to each other on the sand and started talking.”

“You lucky bastard. How old is she?” I asked.

“She’s nineteen. I told her I was seventeen, eighteen in October. It was only a little white lie. I didn’t want to scare her away as she was coming on to me. She stroked my bare arm and watched my cock get hard in my Speedos.” I’m not surprised she believed him; he always looked older than his sixteen years. He had very dark hair, and if he didn’t shave for a day, he had a prickly stubble on his chin and top lip.

“And then you had sex?” I was eager to find out.

“No. I wish. I wanted to. I was desperate to lose my virginity, but her brother kept turning up. We started going out and meeting at the beach pretty much every day. We try to make love until about two weeks later.”

“Make love!” I chuckled, “What happened?”

“Her fifteen-year-old brother happened. We were in the dunes. I was hard as a rock, and she was about to get me out of my Speedos when he turned up and started throwing sand at us. After that, she was nervous to try again. She didn’t want him to disturb us.”

“So close, Kurt.” I commiserated, “You really had it bad for her. Are you still in touch?”

“Not really.” He sounded dejected. I knew there was more to the story.

“So, did you try and ‘make love’ again?” I put the phrase in air quotes to tease him.

“If you’re going to take the piss, I won’t tell you.” Kurt huffed and took a bite of his burger.

“Sorry, Kurt. You know I’m just jealous.”

“Okay,” he swallowed, “She lived there, and she knew of a nudist beach. She asked if I wanted to go. Well, my cock went hard at the thought of seeing her naked. I’d seen her in a bikini, but to see her tits and chuff got me so hard. She cupped me, and I shuddered. I nearly fucking came, but I was so relieved I didn’t. I didn’t want to seem like a little kid who can’t control his cock.”

“So,” I leaned forward, eager to hear. “Did you do it on the nude beach?”

“Fucking hell, Louis.” He gasped, and I bet his cock was hard as he told me, “She didn’t need to drag me there. But it was no ordinary nude beach. You could see couples fucking in the dunes. She took me there and pulled down my Speedos. She untied her bikini top, and I came when I saw her tits. I swear my face went bright red.”

“Sorry, mate.” I sympathised with him. “What did she do next?”

“Well, she took off her bikini bottoms, and I saw her snatch.”

“What did it look like?” I asked.

“She was trimmed, and I could clearly see her lips. She looked wet, and I was embarrassed that I couldn’t fuck her. But she kissed me and asked me if I was a virgin. I admitted I was.”

“Fuck, Kurt. Was she surprised?”

“She smiled. I think she was pleased, and it excited her. Well, she promised we would try again another day.”

“Please tell me it was third time lucky and I’m not looking at a virgin?” I smiled, eager to hear more.

“We tried again the next day. We reached the nude beach and got naked. Just looking at her got me hard. But her fucking fifteen-year-old brother turned up. My cock went limp almost the moment I heard his voice.”

“Shit!” I felt sorry for Kurt.

“Well, the little shit teased his sister. He’d never seen her naked before, and she chased and wrestled him to the ground. She was stronger than she looked and had him on the sand, sitting on his chest, her knees digging into his arms, pinning him down. He squirmed and thrust up his hips, trying to throw her off, but she kept slapping his face, forcing him to agree not to tell their parents. He hadn’t taken his trunks off, so when he wouldn’t, she ripped them off him, exposing his cock. The poor kid was mortified and lay still beneath her. He looked on the verge of crying.”

“Fuck! The poor kid.” I hated it when the older sibling bullied the younger. I thought of Cian and Conor. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t nice.

“Well, it turned me right off her. I grabbed my Speedos and put them on. I grabbed the boy’s trunks, and when he promised not to say anything, I gave them to him. He put them on and ran away. That was it. I couldn’t look at her without seeing her bullying her brother. We did see each other again, but anything that was there had gone.”

“I’m sorry, Kurt.”

“It was not the holiday romance I wished for. Just another bad experience with a girl. I can’t fucking win, can I?”

“I’m sure there’s a girl out there for you. A nice girl. You’ll lose your virginity soon, I’m sure of it.” I tried to make him feel better.

“Well, at least we’re still a couple of virgins in desperate need of girlfriends.” Kurt looked down as he took another bite of his burger and stuffed more fries into his mouth. Feeding his depression.

I ate another fry, trying not to give anything away. While Kurt was being disappointed by that girl, I’d reluctantly fucked a girl and willingly fucked Cian.

 

Mum was pleased that I’d got my overalls for college. She made me model them for her, and she took a picture of me. I took them off and went up to my room. I messaged Cian, who was also hiding in his bedroom, trying to get away from his brother, Conor. We both wished we could be in the same bedroom. I told him about Kurt, but made him promise not to tell anyone. Monday would see us start college and Cian begin sixth form. We promised to get together on Sunday. My cock hardened in anticipation.

“Louis! Come down here!” Ollie had come home. “I need to talk to you all!”

Fuck, I sighed. Another family conference. This would be the second in as many weeks. And the second in my lifetime. I hope this wasn’t going to be a regular occurrence.

I stomped downstairs, feeling stroppy at having to stop messaging Cian. Everyone was in the living room, and Ollie was the only one standing, with a massive smile on his face.

“Sit down, Louis.” He was grinning inanely. Well, I thought so. “I have some great news.”

We all listened intently as he told us about his meeting with Mr Cremaster. I was fucking shocked and not just a little bit jealous when Ollie told us that Mr Cremaster gave him his own cabin at the resort. Not just to stay for a week or two during the summer. It was Ollie’s all year round.

“I’ve thought about it a lot. I tried to say no, but he insisted. Plus, when I signed the contract, he put the cabin in the small print. I signed it without reading it properly, so he told me that it was mine whether I wanted it or not.”

“You lucky bastard.” I pouted.

“Stop swearing, Louis,” Mum told me off, but she started crying.

“What’s wrong, Mum?” Ollie asked.

“Nothing.” She grabbed a tissue and wiped her nose. We both knew what was coming.

“I’m sorry, Mum. But I’ve decided to live there.”

Mum blubbed. I shuffled close and hugged her. “You still have me.”

“This is why I want to talk to you all.” Ollie looked at Mum. “I won’t be leaving permanently. I still would like you to keep my bed here if Louis is okay with that. Dad and I will still be working together, and it might be easier if I stay here on the days we do a job together.”

“Hang on, Ollie.” Dad piped up. “If you live in that place, you’ll be naked. And any visitors will have to be naked too.”

“Yes, Dad,” Ollie said.

“That will be awkward. I’ve said I’d work there if needed, but I’m not sure I’d be happy visiting.”

“I don’t mind.” I shrugged.

“We’ll do what we need to do so we can visit our son in his new home.” Mum glared at Dad and got up to hug Ollie. “I thought you’d be with us for a few more years. But this is a fantastic opportunity for you. We’ll all miss you, and I expect you to visit often.” She kissed him on the cheek.

“And I expect you all to visit me as well. But I’ll be coming home often so Dad and I can talk business when we need to. Or he could come to me.” I winked at Mum.

“We’ll see.” Dad harrumphed, still not entirely comfortable being naked in public.

“Does this mean I can have friends stay over?” I asked Mum. It would be nice to have Kurt over, especially when we start college together, we could work on our written work together.”

“I’ll think about it, Louis. I know you’ve grown up this last couple of months. I hope we can trust you and your friend not to mess around all night.”

“You can trust me, Mum.” I pleaded, “And I’ll make sure Kurt is not his usual annoying self if you let him stay over.”

“You could always stay over at my new place,” Ollie said.

“Really!” I jumped up, “That would be ace.” I also hugged Ollie.

“But just be aware that it is my place and my rules. I will be as strict as Mum.” Ollie told me to send a message to Mum so she would let me stay with him.

“I could swim in the lake every morning. In the summer, of course, it’ll be too fucking cold in the winter.” I was excited about staying with Ollie away from our parents.

“Language, Louis!” Dad admonished me for swearing.

“Sorry, Dad.” I slumped on the sofa.

“If it’s okay with you, Mum. I’d like to move in on Saturday. Take some stuff over and get some fresh furniture. I need some new bedclothes as it comes with a double bed. And I’ve seen a beautifully made second-hand wardrobe online. It’s made from beachwood and is pale, so it will fit in with what’s already there. I’m hoping I can get some help moving it. I also need help packing and loading the van.”

“I’ll help, Ollie. I can stay over Saturday night as well, so we can spend all day putting stuff away.” I turned to Mum, “Please Mum, let me stay and help!” I pleaded.

“Only if it’s okay with Ollie.” She looked at him.

“I’d love your help. I was also hoping to borrow Dad’s big van and get Conor and Ewan to help me shift the wardrobe.” I looked at Dad, “Unless you want to help me?”

“I think Conor would be better. If he can’t, I’d of course help you.”

“We could get his brother, Cian, to help.” I looked at Ollie; he knew why I wanted him to help.

“That’ll be up to Conor.”

Mum was still sniffing away her tears.

“Mum,” Ollie said softly, “She stood up again, and they hugged, “I won’t give you the chance to miss me. I’ll be back here often. I may also sleep here some nights.”

“But you don’t know how to cook. I don’t want you eating fatty junk food all day. Promise me you’ll come home for a proper meal.”

“I’ll tell you what, Mum. I’ll let you teach me to cook. I can do beans on toast or scrambled eggs. You can teach me the rest. You could come to mine, or I could come to you.”

“I will miss you, Ollie.” Mum wiped her nose on a tissue, “And so will your Dad. But I think we’ll have trouble with Louis. He’ll want to go round to see you every day.”

“Mum,” I whined. She made me sound like a little kid.

“I haven’t told anyone else,” Ollie explained, “But I’ve arranged to meet Conor and Ewan at the pub later. I’ll tell them when I meet them and see if they can help on Saturday.”

I couldn’t wait to tell Kurt and Cian the news, but Ollie swore me to secrecy; he didn’t want Cian blabbing to his brother before he had a chance to speak to him.

 

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