Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 28: Best Friends

“Fucking hell, Ollie!” Conor stared at my naked body.

I looked at him. His cock was slowly growing. He blinked and grabbed his cock. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

“Don’t apologise.”

“Shit, Conor. I’ve not been fucked in days. I’m getting desperate.”

He kept stroking his hard cock. He looked like he had an idea, he looked like he wanted to fuck me, and I wanted to get fucked. I didn’t care if the cock doing it belonged to my best friend.

“Fuck, Conor.” I turned and bent over, showing him my hole. “I’ve got a fucking bad itch and my finger can’t scratch it.” I jumped on my hands and knees on his bed, sticking my arse out. I could feel my cock and balls dangling free between my legs. I reached into my tool belt and grabbed the lube. I held it out. “Use this, but be quick before I go crazy.”

Conor virtually ripped it from my hand and smeared some onto his cock.

He wasn’t used to fucking a man. He treated my hole like a cunt and thrust his rigid cock deep inside me. I screamed from the pain.

“Fucking hell, Conor. Didn’t you learn anything from Ewan! Go fucking slow and let me get used to you.” Conor gasped, “Keep still and let my arse relax. I’ll let you know when to start pulling out.”

I was breathing heavily, trying to get used to the pain and relax. The pain eased, and I told Conor to pull back slowly, but leave his knob inside. The sensation made me groan. Then I instructed Conor to push back inside slowly.

This was not how I wanted to be fucked. Telling Conor exactly what to do took most of the pleasure out of it.

Thankfully, my guts relaxed enough for me to tell Conor that he could now fuck me. He grabbed my hips and thrust in and out like a man who’d been celibate for years. He pounded my hole like he was possessed. I’m glad he used too much lube, or my hole would be sore for days.

Conor was panting as he fucked me, and I was groaning as I felt his cock enter and pull back. His cock felt good inside me. I wished we’d done this earlier. He could have been fucking me all through school. But I was straight back then, so was Conor.

“Wank me!” I gasped and felt Conor’s hand leave my hip and wrap itself around my cock. He’d never touched my cock before, but didn’t hold back now. He stroked me as fast as he fucked me.

My back arched as my cock spewed cum over his bedsheets.

“Let go!” I screamed as my cock became hyper-sensitive. He released me and gripped my hip again. I could feel his nails digging into me.

Conor kept fucking me, and my half-hard cock flailed between my legs. I felt the cool spots of cum as they were flicked from the tip of my cock. The fucking prevented me from going soft. My cock quickly recovered and was hard again. Conor certainly had stamina.

“Touch me again.” I gasped.

Conor was slowing down; he was getting tired, but his cock wasn’t ready to spurt yet. Instead of reaching for my cock, he cupped my balls. His touch was light and sensuous. My cock lurched, and some cum from my previous orgasm seeped from my cock. He released my balls and grabbed my cock. I groaned and could feel my arse squeeze Conor’s invading cock. He moaned as my insides tightened around him. He stroked my cock, it felt good, and I rolled my head as he simultaneously fucked and stroked me.

“Fuck, Conor! Go faster!”

He not only went faster, his pounding became frenetic, and his grip on my cock was firmer than I would have liked. He throttled my cock, but it refused to go down. Conor’s cock rammed against my prostate, and his hand tried to rip off my cock.

Conor squeezed my cock again and set off a chain reaction. My cock spewed another load of cum over his bedsheets. My arse spasmed around his invading cock, which sent him over the edge, and I felt his cock throb against my hole, blasting cum inside me.

We collapsed on the bed, my cum soaked into my belly, and I felt the weight of him on me. I could feel his cock soften inside me, and when it slipped out, he rolled off me.

After catching my breath and coming down from the high of my orgasm, I took a quick shower.

Conor looked a little awkward as I dressed, not sure how to feel after fucking me. I told him we were still going for that drink.

As we were about to leave, we were shocked to see Cian sitting in the living room, playing a game on his mobile phone.

“What the fuck, Cian! How long have you been here?”

“Not long. But long enough to see and hear you fuck your friend.”

“You fucking bastard!” Conor looked like he was going to assault his brother. I dragged him back.

“Leave him, Conor. Let’s have that drink.”

 

Conor was fuming as I drove to the pub, and he was still fuming when we arrived. I got us two pints of lager, and he virtually drank his in one gulp. I got him another and finally sat down with him.

“I’m going to murder that fucking sneak.”

“Just take a breath, Conor. There’s no harm done.”

“I don’t like the idea of him seeing me, well fuck you.”

“What if I were a girl?” I asked him.

“I still wouldn’t like it. And if I caught anyone fucking anyone, I wouldn’t stand and watch.”

“You don’t know if he did. Cian just said he saw us; he didn’t say he stood and watched, he may have seen us and then left us alone to get on with it.”

“Suppose,” Conor grumbled.

“I think you should talk to him,” Conor grunted and sipped his pint to avoid responding. “And I do mean talk to him, not shout at him or accuse him of anything. Just talk. When was the last time you had a proper conversation?”

Conor frowned, “I don’t know. We just don’t seem to like each other.”

“Fuck off, Conor. He’s your brother, deep down, you love each other. You are both going to have to go that deep and talk to each other.”

“Perhaps.” Conor sounded dismissive, but I knew him well enough to know he agreed with me. He took out his mobile phone and started typing. I left him to finish his message.

“What did you text him?” He put his mobile back into his pocket.

“I apologised and said we should talk.” His mobile buzzed. He took it out and read the reply. “Fuck!” He sounded surprised.

“What did he say?”

“He fucking apologised back. Said he didn’t mean to catch us and wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“See,” I smiled, “He is human after all. Who would have thought it?”

“Fuck off, Ollie.” Conor laughed and started to relax.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked him. “I didn’t mean for it to happen. I was just so horny.”

“Fuck, neither did I. But you were handing it to me on a plate.”

“You have a lot to learn about fucking a man. You didn’t do anything to prepare me other than lube your cock and shove it right up me.”

“I’ve never done it before. I didn’t know what to do, so I just went to fuck you.” Conor suddenly became animated. “What the fuck did you mean about not learning from Ewan?”

Fuck! I forgot I blurted that out. “Well,” I said timidly, “I kind of know that Ewan fucked you.”

“That fucking bastard told you!” Conor was angry again.

“No!” I protested, “He never said a thing to me. I don’t want to go into how I know, but don’t blame Ewan.”

“Fucking hell. It seems that someone catches me every time. I’m going to lock the fucking doors, close the curtains and check under the bed the next time I get my end away.”

I laughed.

“That was my first time getting fucked.” Conor told me.

“Do you want to try it again?” I grinned.

“No, Ollie. I’m not letting that fucking tree trunk between your legs anywhere near my arsehole.”

“I would.” We both looked up to see Ewan standing over us. “Do you guys want another pint?”

Conor downed his pint and gave Ewan the glass.

“Yes, please,” I said even though my glass was still half full.

Ewan left us to go to the bar. Conor leaned close to me to whisper, “Please don’t tell him anything. Can you keep it between us?”

“Of course we can.” I agreed, “And Cian.”

Conor chuckled and reached between his legs, squeezing his crotch. I hoped this meant that it wasn’t going to be a one-off.

 

Louis was still awake when I got home. Mum and Dad were in bed. He was sitting on his bed, completely naked. He was on his mobile phone, typing and messaging someone. He ignored me as I stripped and went to the bathroom to wash and clean my teeth, and drain my bladder of the lager I’d drunk at the pub. Fuck! I thought it would never end, and the splashing of my piss in the toilet bowl echoed in the silence.

“Fucking hell, I thought I might have to listen to you piss all night,” Louis grumbled and looked up at me. “You’re dripping on the carpet.”

I looked down and saw a couple of drips that had been caught in my foreskin; they dripped onto the floor. I held my hand over the end of my cock, pulled back my foreskin and wiped my exposed knob. I felt my cock thicken.

“Did you have a good evening?” I asked him.

“Nope. I was bored out of my skull. I even had a wank to break up the boredom.”

“That’s good to know,” I said sarcastically.

“But the evening did get more interesting later on.” Louis grinned at me.

“Really?”

“Yes.” Louis didn’t give anything away.

“Well, are you going to tell me?”

“If you insist. I got a call from a mate from school who I hardly ever hear from.”

“That’s good.”

“Yes, it was. It seems he had just seen his brother fucking his friend.” Louis didn’t look at me; instead, he was concentrating on his phone.

My cock grew hard, and Louis looked over at me and watched it grow. “Who the fuck is this friend?” I was getting horny but also annoyed.

“Why? Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Who the fuck is this mate of yours?”

“He’s not really a mate, we just shared some of the same classes.”

“So how does he have your number?”

“Well, we did sometimes get in touch if we didn’t know where our big brothers were. But that was more when we were younger; I’d forgotten I still had his number.

“And who is his brother?” Like I didn’t know.

“Is this making you horny?” He noticed me slowly stroking my hard cock.

“Tell me before I cum all over you.” I stood next to his bed wanking my cock faster.

“Alright. I’ll tell you, just get that fucking thing away from me.” I stepped back, but kept stroking my cock, and slowed down my strokes. “You fucking know who it was because you got fucked this afternoon. All we really want to know his how long Conor has been fucking you?” Louis smirked.

“That was the first time.”

“Really?” Louis flung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. It was the first time I got a good look at his cock. He was hard.

“Yes, and it seems you like the idea of Conor fucking me, or is it you wish it were his brother fucking you?” I teased.

Louis reached between his legs and stroked his cock. “You wish you could see that, but you never will.”

I stepped closer to Louis. I was breathing heavily, and my cock throbbed in my hand. I kept stroking and just as the first volley of cum shot from my cock, I took another step closer to Louis. My cum splashed his chest. He was too shocked to move as the next volley hit his cheek. The rest was less powerful and landed on the carpet.

Louis grunted. I looked down and watched his cock spurt, and his cum joined mine on the carpet. I went to fetch the box of tissues. I knelt and wiped up the pool of cum on the carpet. As I glanced up, I realised how close my face was to Louis’s cock. He was still holding it, and a drop of cum was clinging to his foreskin.

I grabbed a fresh tissue and wiped the drop of cum from his foreskin. He released his cock, and I wiped the rest of his softening cock clean.

I got to my feet and threw the cummy tissues into the waste basket by our desk. I threw the box of tissues and told Louis to clean himself up.

 

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