Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 24: Trying To Juggle

The next morning, Kurt was waiting for me outside my house, again. He had a grin on his face and looked excited.

“Fucking hell, Kurt!” I gasped, “I preferred you when you were a virgin.”

“I don’t care!” Kurt seemed to dance as he moved. “I’m fucking buzzing. I wanked twice last night, but no matter how I did it, nothing felt better than when you sucked me.”

“Keep your fucking voice down.” I glared at him, “I don’t want the fucking world knowing I sucked you off, and I don’t think you do too.”

“I don’t care!” Kurt said again, “But can we do it again?” He pleaded with me.

“We’ll see. But I do have a boyfriend, and I don’t want another one.”

“Fuck that! I don’t want to be your boyfriend, I just want you to be my best mate and suck me off when I need it.”

“I know you. You’ll need it three times a day. I don’t think my jaw could handle that.”

When we reached the college gates, I didn’t see Holly waiting for me. I suppose she still needed some space to think.

I became concerned when I didn’t see her in the workshop.

The teacher, Mr Wankum, was about to start when I approached him.

“Sir? Do you know where Holly is?”

“I’ve been told that her father called and said she was sick. I think he said she had a bad cold or something. He hoped she would be back tomorrow.”

“May I message her before we start. Just to wish that she gets well soon.”

Mr Wankum frowned, “Be quick. And remember what we talked about yesterday. You need to stay focused. You can talk to her all you want after classes.”

“Yes, Sir. And thank you, Sir.” I went back to my workbench and Kurt, typing out a message to Holly. I then put my mobile phone on silent and stuffed it into my pocket. “He says she’s ill,” I whispered to Kurt as class began.

 

As we ate lunch, I checked my phone. Holly hadn’t replied to my message. Kurt could tell I was worried. I sent her another message. Both had been delivered, but I couldn’t tell if she’d read them. I know I said I would give her the time and space to think, but I called her.

The phone rang and eventually clicked into voicemail. I tried again. The same happened. I didn’t bother to leave a message; she would know it was me who called.

Kurt tried to distract me, but it didn’t work. I didn’t stop thinking about Holly until I was back behind my workbench and listening to Mr Wankum.

I worked more slowly than usual. I needed to concentrate, and every action I took was considered. When the final bell rang, I couldn’t wait to leave. I rushed to pack away my tools, Kurt trying to keep up. When we left the workroom, I told him I was going round to see her, make sure she was alright.

Kurt tried to persuade me not to. I promised to give her space, and this was breaking my promise. If she were really ill, I needed to know it wasn’t serious. If she couldn’t face me after what I’d told her, I didn’t know what I would do.

Kurt said he’d come with me. But I didn’t want him to. I told him to go home. He refused, and I shouted at him. He left me, walking away defiantly. I promised myself that I would make it up to him later.

The closer I got to Holly’s home, the more my stomach lurched. When I reached her home, I hesitated a moment before I rang the bell.

I shifted nervously as I waited for the door to open.

My jaw dropped when a tall man wearing the dark blue uniform of a prison officer opened the door.

He looked at me with eyes that bore into my brain. I couldn’t speak. It must be Holly’s father.

“Yes? What do you want?” He spoke with a northern accent, not one usually heard in Cockaigne. If he were Holly’s father, she hadn’t picked up his strong regional accent.

“Erm,” I must have looked foolish. I couldn’t look at him. “I was hoping to see Holly.”

“Why?” He was gruff.

“I heard she was ill. I’m in her class at college. I wanted to make sure she was alright.”

“Who are you?” I felt like I was being interrogated.

“Louis, Sir.” I don’t know where the ‘Sir’ came from. It seemed appropriate.

“So you are Louis!” His voice boomed.

“Dad!” I heard a voice behind him. It came from up the stairs. “Let him in and go to work.”

The man pushed by me, glaring at me as he went. “Don’t upset her!”

I was rooted to the spot. He had scared the shit out of me. He must know about me and my relationship with his daughter. I didn’t know if we still had a relationship.

The front door was open, her father had gone, and I was scared stiff.

“Are you coming in!” Holly shouted.

I crept inside and closed the door.

“Come on  up!” She yelled down at me.

I climbed the stairs and went into her room. She was sitting on her bed wearing thick, towelling pyjamas. I smelt a fresh scent in the room. She had just showered.

“I’ve been working on my bike all day; it helps me think.”

“You’ve told your dad,” I stated.

“Some of it, not everything. He knows you’re my boyfriend, and we had an argument.”

“He scared me. I think he hates me.” I admitted.

“That’s what he does. You can’t deal with criminals if you’re easy-going. He’ll soften when you get to know him.”

Did that mean I would get to know him? Or was it just a figure of speech? “How’s the bike coming along?” I asked.

“I got loads done. But I missed doing it with you.”

“I miss you, too. Are you actually sick?”

“No.” Holly smiled at me, “I just needed some space to think.”

“Have you come to any conclusion?” I asked, and my somewhat formal voice sounded weird in my head.

“I have concluded that I want to lose my virginity to you.” She said matter-of-factly.

My eyes widened. Why would she say that? “I don’t care about that, Holly. It’s not why I want to be with you. What have you concluded about us?”

Holly smiled, “I don’t want to do it with just anyone.” She stood up and approached me. Our eyes were a few inches from each other. “I want to do it with my boyfriend.”

She didn’t give me an opportunity to respond as her lips were pressed against mine. My mouth opened slightly, and her tongue pushed its way inside. We kissed as if nothing had happened.

I sucked in a deep breath when we parted. “What about Cian?”

She smiled at me. “I’m not entirely happy about it. But I’m glad you told me rather than going out with him behind my back. I enjoy our time together, and I don’t want to lose that. I want to explore it.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Her reply was to kiss me again. This time, I felt her hands roam down my back and grab my arse. She squeezed and pushed my crotch against her. My cock was hard, and I knew she could feel it.

She pushed me away, “Now fuck off!” She smiled.

“Will I see you at college tomorrow?” I asked.

“Definitely. And I expect you to come home with me afterwards. I need your help with something on my motorbike.”

“I will.” I tried to kiss her again, but she held me away from her.

“Now leave me alone. I’ve got things to do.”

I smiled, “See you in the morning.” I turned and left, closing the front door softly behind me.

I stood outside her front door while I thought. I needed to talk to someone about what had happened, but I didn’t know who. Kurt or Cian? Or even Ollie. It had to be Kurt. I was so rude to him earlier; I needed to make it up to him and also let him know about Holly.

It would only upset Cian if I went to see him. He wanted me all to himself and knew I wasn’t in the same place.

 

There was no answer when I knocked on Kurt’s front door. I wondered if he’d gone home or somewhere else. But I could hear noise. It was heavily muffled, but it was loud music. Kurt only blasted his music when he was angry. I tried the door, and it was unlocked.

“Kurt!” I yelled, hoping he could hear me over the music.

I went upstairs when I didn’t get a response. I knocked on his bedroom door, but got nothing. I opened his door and found Kurt dancing like a maniac, flailing his arms, jumping around, frantically nodding his head. It looked like he’d just taken off his overalls as he was dancing in just a white T-shirt and his tight white briefs.

He didn’t notice me at first. But as he twisted his body towards me and opened his eyes, he suddenly stopped and glared at me. The loud music was beginning to give me a headache.

I mouthed something to him, but it was gibberish. He looked confused. I mouthed something else. Kurt went to his speaker and turned off the music.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“Nothing, just stretching my jaw.”

“Ha, fucking, ha! What do you want?”

“I want to apologise.” I went to sit on his bed, making myself at home to signify I wasn’t about to leave. “I was worried about Holly. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Well, you seem to be spending most of your time not thinking these days. If you’re not fucking careful, your not thinking will lose you a girlfriend, a boyfriend and a best friend. Your not thinking will make you very lonely.”

I fell back onto his bed, lying and staring at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and could smell his stale bedclothes and dried cum.

“Don’t you ever change your bedclothes? These fucking stink.”

“Feel free to help me out and change them.” Kurt was being sarcastic, but I thought if we did this, he might calm down.

I got off his bed, grabbed a pillow, and removed the pillowcase. I then picked up his second pillow.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Kurt said.

“Changing your bed.” I looked at him, taking off the pillowcase, “Are you going to help me?” I now grabbed the corner of his fitted bottom sheet and pulled it off. “Go and get your clean sheets.”

Kurt huffed and went to the airing cupboard. He came back with an armful of clean sheets. I took them off him and threw the dirty ones back at him.

“Put these in your dirty linen basket, or better still, your washing machine and save your Mum from dealing with your cum stains.”

Kurt disappeared downstairs. I was surprised he was doing what I told him to do. While he was putting his dirty sheets in the washing machine, I picked up some dirty clothes strewn across his carpet. I stuffed them in his dirty linen basket, but noticed that many were his underwear. I picked up a few pairs. Each pair was crusty with dried cum.

When Kurt returned, I held his dirty briefs in front of me. “There’s so much cum in these briefs you could impregnate every woman on the planet.”

“I wish.” He snatched them from me and threw them back on the floor.

I started to stuff his pillows into the clean cases. Kurt just stood and watched me. I then pulled his fresh fitted sheet over his mattress. The scent was quite pleasant. Better than his stale sweat and cum. I asked for his help to put his duvet in the cover. He silently helped me.

The room smelt better with his clean sheets emitting the floral scent of fabric softener and his dirty clothes stuffed in the dirty linen basket, the lid keeping the nasty odours from drifting back into the room.

“I didn’t know your carpet was that colour.” I tried to lighten the mood.

“Stop trying to be funny.” Kurt sat on his bed, on his clean sheets.

I dragged him back to his feet. “They are clean. Don’t sit your dirty arse on them.” I didn’t really think his arse was dirty, but he did smell sweaty. “Get yourself in the shower while I tidy up your room.” Kurt seemed reluctant, so I went up to him and pulled his T-shirt off. “I don’t want to have to wash you myself, but I will if I have to.”

I pulled down his briefs and stared at his soft cock. I remembered sucking him off yesterday. I found myself wanting to suck him again.

There was a moment between us when we both wanted it. I’m sure I saw his cock twitch.

Kurt turned and walked out of the room naked. I took in a deep breath. I could still smell his cock.

When Kurt returned, fresh from his shower and wrapped in a towel, he found his room tidy and clear of dirty clothes.

“What the fuck happened here? It looks like a reverse tornado happened.” Kurt stared open-mouthed.

“It’s your new room. If I had a duster and some polish, it would look even better, but I tidied up the best I could.”

Kurt kept looking around.

“Here,” I went up to him and grabbed the towel from around his waist. “Instead of dumping this on the floor, put it over your radiator to dry.”

“I’ve seen your fucking room, Louis. You’re almost as bad as I am.” He laughed and put his hands on his hips.

“True. But less cum.” I smiled. “I’m sorry, Kurt. It’s difficult juggling boyfriends, girlfriends and best friends.”

“And you never could juggle.” We both laughed.

 

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