Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 19: Touching Kurt

When we got back from the pool, Ollie and Ewan were sitting on the sofa, snuggling together and watching the television.

Kurt blushed bright red when he saw them. The vision of them fucking leaping back into his head.

“Did you guys have fun?” Ollie smiled at us.

“This shark thrashed me at pool.” I chuckled. “Three-nil.”

“Good for you, Kurt.” Ollie smiled, “He needs reminding he’s not brilliant at everything.”

“So did you guys have fun?” I smirked at Ollie.

“We sure did.” Ollie snuggled up to Ewan.

“Let’s leave these perverts alone.” I giggled and went outside.

Kurt followed, “I’m not going in that lake again. It’ll make my balls retreat into my body.”

“And shrink your cock.” I laughed and sat on a chair on the veranda.

Kurt sat in the chair beside me. I noticed him shiver. “It’s starting to get cold.” He stated.

“I know.”

“What do you do when you get cold if you’re not allowed to wear clothes?”

I shrugged, “Don’t know.”

“You can wear clothes in the cabin.” Ollie stood by the door. “Sometimes I get into bed and snuggle up to something warm.”

“Someone warm.” I giggled and noticed Ewan come behind Ollie, wrapping his arms around his waist.”

“Where am I sleeping tonight?” Kurt asked.

“Well, you have two options.” I started, “You can either sleep on the sofa or with me in my double bed.”

“Three options,” Ollie grinned. “He could sleep with me and Ewan.”

I looked at Kurt, and he was blushing bright red again. “He’s kidding. You’re in my bed, but don’t worry, I’m not going to try and seduce you.”

Kurt looked away.

I stood up, “Come on. Let’s go for a walk in the woods, that’ll warm you up.”

I think Kurt was glad to get away from Ollie and Ewan, and from the reminder that he had seen them fucking. I felt a twang of remorse in teasing him. But he needed to loosen up. He was sexually frustrated, which tended to turn any potential girlfriend off.

We had fun in the woods, we walked a little, jogged a little, I showed him the secluded beach I’d found, but we didn’t swim. We felt brave and left the official track. We found a small clearing, and we sat a moment, each of us with our backs against a different tree.

“I’m glad you came, Kurt. It’s been fun. I can’t remember when we both enjoyed ourselves so much.”

“Neither have I.”

“It’s not so bad being naked, is it?”

“I’ve got used to it. But…” Kurt sounded unsure if he wanted to tell me something.

“You’ve not got used to the sex,” I stated.

“Yeah.” Kurt blushed again, “I didn’t expect it to be so in your face. All the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never known your brother to be so obvious. And you’ve never been so willing to get naked before.”

I tried not to laugh, and did a poor job. Kurt looked hurt, thinking I was mocking him. “We’ve just opened ourselves up to new experiences. And Dad has loosened up about living here; I think Mum had something to do with it, as did Ollie. We love being naked and unashamed. We are young sexual beings; we don’t feel we should hide it anymore.”

I grabbed my cock and slowly stroked it. Kurt moved one leg, crossing his ankles, trying to conceal his cock without being too obvious.

“If Mum would let me, I’d live here with Ollie. I don’t care that he gets fucked by Ewan, I’m glad he’s enjoying himself.” My cock was now hard, and I kept stroking. “You don’t have a problem sharing a bed, do you?” I asked.

“No.” He tugged his cock. I couldn’t see, but I knew he was also hard.

“Why don’t we toss one off now. That way we won’t need to wank when we go to bed, and you might feel awkward.”

Kurt blushed, and I spread my legs, letting my loose balls dangle, almost reaching the moss that surrounded the tree I was leaning against. My cock pointed skywards, my moist knob glistening in the setting sun.

I kept wanking my cock, my strokes quickening. Kurt watched me, not my face, but my hand as it stroked my hard cock. I closed my eyes. I was getting close. I grabbed my balls with my free hand to prevent them from bashing against my hand or thighs as my stroking became more frantic.

I cracked open my eyelids to take a sly look at Kurt. He’d brought his knees up and was touching himself, thinking I couldn’t see him. He didn’t look like he was enjoying himself.

My cock lurched, taking me by surprise. I pointed it at the moss between my feet and felt it pulse and shoot cum. I groaned as I squeezed the last drops from my cock. I kept hold of it as I opened my eyes to look at my friend. His cheeks were red, but his hand was still on his cock. It was still, and he seemed to be hiding it rather than stroking it.

“Did you cum?” I asked him, knowing that he hadn’t.

Kurt shook his head.

“I don’t mind waiting. I don’t know of any teenage boy who doesn’t enjoy a wank in the evening.”

“This is so easy for you, Louis. I’m not used to this. I don’t have an older brother showing me his cock and letting me watch him get fucked.”

“I’m trying to get you to loosen up, Kurt. Embrace your sexuality. You’re a handsome young man, you deserve a girlfriend, but that won’t happen until you stop being afraid.”

“I’m not afraid!” He protested.

“Then wank off in front of me. Let me watch. We’re best mates, we have no secrets.” That was now true since Kurt discovered about Cian and me, and that we were friends, and I was fucking him. “You wanked this morning, but wouldn’t let me look at you, not even your back.”

“Fucking hell, Louis. I’m not like you, I can’t flaunt myself and cum in front of all and sundry.”

“I’m your best mate, Kurt. I’ve heard of best mates doing much more than just wanking together.” I stood up and walked over to him, his eyes glued to my soft and cum-smeared cock. I sat cross-legged next to him. “This is not called a ‘Freedom’ resort for nothing. We are free to wank, fuck, get fucked, suck, get sucked, cum, and have a threesome. We can do anything we want. As long as it is consensual, anything goes.”

“I know.” Kurt sighed.

I shuffled closer to him, our hips now touching. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and held him. “Why don’t I help you?” I said softly.

“What do you mean?”

I removed my arm from his shoulder and brought my hand down to his crotch. I brushed his hand off his stiff cock, and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft. I felt his body stiffen with the shock of somebody touching him. I suspected no one had ever touched his hard cock before. I gave his cock a couple of light strokes.

Kurt’s cock felt thicker than mine; it also felt thicker than Cian’s. I looked down as I pulled back his foreskin and watched a drop of precum emerge from his slit. I used my thumb to rub the precum over the tip of his cock. Kurt groaned, and I felt his cock twitch.

“Are you enjoying this?” I asked, and Kurt gasped. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Kurt sighed, and I felt his body relax as he accepted what I was doing to him.

I gripped his cock harder and stroked faster. Kurt had closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the tree trunk. I used my other hand and cupped his balls. They felt loose and warm. I held them and rolled them around my palm as my other hand wanked his cock.

Kurt’s body tensed again, this time because he was about to cum. His balls twitched in my palm. I gripped them, preventing them from retreating into his body. His cock throbbed in my hand, and I felt it thicken as the first spurt shot high into the air and landed between his feet. His other spurts were less powerful, and soon his cum simply dribbled out and through my fingers.

Kurt was gasping and breathing heavily. I released his cock and balls and checked that his eyes were still closed. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked his cum from them. He tasted fresh and salty, which reminded me of playing in the sand at the seaside.

“Fuck, Louis.” Kurt gasped, “That felt fucking great.”

I smiled, “We’ll don’t think this means you’ve lost your cherry and don’t go bragging that I tossed you off.” I teased him.

“I won’t. I promise.” Kurt looked serious, but when I laughed, his lips curled into a grin.

“And, no. This doesn’t make me your boyfriend.”

“You’ve just broken my heart. I’ve longed for you for years.” Kurt laughed.

I pushed his shoulder, making him roll onto the mossy forest floor. I slapped his arse. He yelped but didn’t stop laughing.

I got to my feet and brushed the dead leaves and twigs from my arse. I held out my hand to pull Kurt up. “We should have done this ages ago,” I said as I brushed the leaves and twigs from his back and buttocks.

Kurt seemed more relaxed. I’m not sure if it was from his orgasm or breaking through his personal barrier about sex.

“Come on,” I slapped his back, “let’s get back and grab a shower before I try and persuade Ollie to buy us a takeaway.

I started to run back to the path. Kurt ran past me and was virtually sprinting back to the cabin. I tried to catch up, but he was always faster than me.

“I’m first in the shower!” Kurt shouted back at me.

I chuckled and slowed down, watching his fleshy buttocks jiggle while he ran. He kicked off his trainers when he reached the cabin and dashed inside. I jogged the rest of the way, kicked my trainers off, leaving them on the veranda and went to the bathroom.

Kurt was already in the shower when I got there. “Beat ya!” He grinned at me through the steamed glass.

But I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. I opened the shower door and joined him.

“What!” Kurt was surprised.

I grabbed the bottle of shower gel and squirted some on his body. I started to rub it into his chest, created a lather and washed him. “I’m hungry, the quicker we shower, the sooner we eat.”

Kurt laughed and giggled as I washed him. I turned him around and washed his back. The giggles stopped when I washed his arse, pushing my fingers between his cheeks and soaping up his crack. I heard him yelp when my fingers touched his hole. I turned him around again. His cock was hard again. I lathered up his cock and balls and pushed my hand between his legs, stroking his perineum.

His cock twitched and bobbed up and down between us. Despite my cock becoming hard, I ignored it and concentrated on Kurt. I brought my soapy hand from between his legs and started to stroke his cock again. It must have only been about five minutes since he had ejaculated, and his cock looked ready to go again. This time, Kurt grabbed hold of my shoulders to keep himself steady. I also felt him thrust his hips, moving his cock between my fingers. I kept my hand still and let him fuck my hand. He closed his eyes, and his thrust became faster and stronger. He started to pant; he was doing all the work. I heard him mouth the word ‘fuck’ through his lips. I felt his cock throb in my hand, and I stroked it as he thrust, helping him out, helping take him over the edge.

Kurt gasped. He stopped thrusting, but I kept stroking as his cock exploded and shot cum over my belly and crotch.

“Fuck!” Kurt gasped as I soaped him up again, washing any sweat that may have seeped from his pores as he fucked my hand. I also washed his softening cock again. I pulled back his foreskin and rubbed the sensitive head, washing away any stray cum. I rinsed his cock and retracted the foreskin.

I handed Kurt the bottle of shower gel. He squeezed some onto his palm, and I expected him to start to rub it into my chest. Instead, he reached for my hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around my shaft and started to stroke me. I never expected this from Kurt. I hope he didn’t feel obligated, but he looked more inquisitive than anything else. I think he wanted to know what the feel of another boy’s cock felt like.

My balls tingled with the excitement of my best friend wanking my cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I was taken by surprise by how quickly he brought me off. I spunked over his leg, but he didn’t flinch or move aside; he let my cum splash against his skin and dribble down.

 

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