Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 29: Li’l Job Louis Strikes Again

I don’t know why it didn’t bother me that Ollie spunked on me. I suppose I was becoming more sexually open, especially after losing my virginity to Charlotte. It was fun teasing Ollie about knowing that his best mate had just fucked him. Conor’s brother told me in confidence, and it wasn’t to go any further, or his brother might literally kill him.

Cian used to be in my English and Geography classes at school. We barely spoke, but when we were young and our brothers were still in school, I would contact him to check if Ollie was with Conor, as Ollie was ignoring his phone.

I was surprised when Cian first called me to tell me what he’d seen. He was surprised I wasn’t. I said to him that Ollie was currently experimenting with guys.

I was astonished when Cian asked me round to his house the next day. He said that Ollie and Conor had forgotten to build a new side table for his room and asked if I could come round and help him put it together. He didn’t want to ask Conor, as he was pissed with him for seeing him fuck my brother. He couldn’t ask Ollie, as he had paid work to get done. So he asked me. I checked that Conor wouldn’t be there, and he explained that he was going to be at the Cockaigne Labour Exchange all day as they tried to find him a job.

I jumped at the chance to go round. It would break my boredom while Ollie and Dad were working, and I was waiting for college to start. He made me promise not to tell Ollie I was coming round, or Conor might find out and ask awkward questions. I didn’t understand what he was afraid of; I was just going to fix a small table together. I would be just helping a friend out.

It was strange thinking of him as a friend now. We used to talk a lot when we were eleven and new at Cockaigne Academy. But we gravitated to a different crowd, and we only occasionally kept in touch when we joined different groups of friends. We would still message each other sometimes to check up on our brothers, but other than that, it was merely a casual ‘Hi’ if we passed each other in the school corridors. He was a brain, and I was brawn, like Ollie. I suppose that’s why his relationship with his brother was so strained, Conor was brawn to Cian’s brain.

I stayed in bed while Ollie got up and dressed. I didn’t get up until I heard him leave for work. I dressed in my dark green cargo shorts and a white T-shirt. I put my newly acquired tool belt around my waist with the few tools I’d personally accumulated. I’m sure it would come in handy.

Ollie and Dad had both left for work, but when I went down to grab some breakfast, Mum laughed at me.

“What are you laughing at?” I asked, feeling a little hurt.

“Louis, my baby.” Mum came to me and hugged me. “You look just like your brother. When you leave college, you two are going to make a great team.”

“Mum, I’m going to see a friend. I’m dressed like this because he wants me to fix something for him, that’s all. All workmen dress like this.” I didn’t want her to think I was emulating my big brother.

“Okay, Louis. Stand there.” She pointed a few metres in front of her. “I want to know exactly what influence your brother is having on you.”

“What do you mean?” I protested, “We have the same interests, we both like fixing things, we’re brothers. We’re bound to be similar.”

“I know that, Louis, but I have my own personal test for you. It’s just us, so there’s no need to be embarrassed.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned.

“Just stand there, Louis and do what I say,” Mum told me.

“Okay.”

“Now unclasp your shorts and push them to your knees.”

I grinned and did what she said. My cock and balls were on full display, and Mum had a good look. “I knew it.” She chuckled. “Since when have you stopped wearing underwear?”

“A couple of days now.”

Mum approached and hugged me. “Except for one thing, you are just like your brother.”

“At least my penis will fit in a woman’s vagina,” I said confidently.

“Louis!” Mum looked at me and then laughed. “Pull them up, I don’t need to see your willy anymore.”

I laughed when she called my four-inch soft cock, a willy. I wasn’t a child anymore. I had hair around my cock, and my balls spewed cum. It wasn’t a willy anymore, it was a cock.

“Let me make you some toast.” Mum busied herself in the kitchen while I got myself a glass of orange juice. “I can do you some eggs as well, if you like?”

“No thanks, just toast is fine.”

She wasn’t facing me, so she watched the toaster until it popped up. She put it on a plate and buttered it. I heard her sniff when she pushed the plate across the kitchen table to me. She sat opposite me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, taking a bite.

“My babies are both so grown up. You and Ollie used to bicker and fight when you were younger. Now you are both young men with lives of your own. I never thought I’d miss the bickering.”

“You’ve still got Dad.” I joked, “He needs a lot of looking after.”

Mum laughed, “He does, doesn’t he.”

I finished my toast and told her that I should get going.

Despite being only sixteen, I felt grown-up walking down the street in my tool belt and work shorts. I walked tall and proud. I knew what I wanted to do with my life now. I wanted to work with Ollie and join the business. I was now focused, and the next two years at technical college would ensure I could follow my dreams.

 

Cian was waiting for me and opened his front door before I had a chance to ring the bell. I hardly recognised him in jeans and a T-shirt; his hair wasn’t neatly combed either. I’d only ever seen him looking smart in his school uniform.

“Hi, Louis.”

“Hi, Cian.”

“It’s good to see you again. Come in.”

I saw him look me up and down, checking me out. “And you. It seems our brothers have brought us back into contact with each other.”

“We run in different circles, Louis. But our brothers don’t, and now they’re fucking each other.” Cian was blunt. “I thought it was time we reconnected.”

I was suspicious. Just because our brothers were friends, it didn’t mean we had to be. I didn’t dislike Cian, but I don’t think we had much in common.

“Come on up to my room.” Cian shut the door and trotted upstairs. I followed him, and upon entering his bedroom, I saw the small bedside table already made up and positioned in the middle of the room.

“I thought you needed help with this?” I pointed to the small bedside cabinet, which looked out of place in the centre of the room. He could have easily put it in place.

“I thought I did.” Cian sat on his bed. “But I had a go at it this morning and it was easier than I thought.”

“You could have called me and said you didn’t need me.” I felt a little annoyed that I’d come all this way for nothing.

“I could. But I thought it would be good to talk.”

“About what?” He sat on his bed, patting the spot next to him for me to sit.

“About what I saw my brother doing to your brother.” He grinned. “I’d heard the rumours about Ollie, but when I saw him getting fucked by Conor, and that massive thing swinging between his legs. I was shocked, I can tell you. It was bigger than I imagined.”

“It is big. I see it all the time.”

“Well, Louis. It got me wondering.”

“If I took after him,” I interrupted.

“Well, yes.”

“Cian? Have you brought me over so that you can try and see my cock?” I was upfront.

“Well, the thought had occurred to me.” He grinned at me.

“And what do I get out of exposing myself?”

“Louis, there was a reason why we didn’t get to be friends at school.”

“Yes?” I was confused.

“I couldn’t be your friend. I wanted more. I had such a massive crush on you. Yes, I’d seen many other boys naked in class. But you weren’t in my PE class, so I never got to see you naked. But I didn’t care. You were the cutest boy in our year. I wanted to get close to you. I tried. But we were so different.”

“Fuck! Really? I had no idea.” I was shocked.

“I know. It didn’t matter that we were different; I still couldn’t get you out of my mind. I’ve imagined you naked so many times. I’ve wanked over you. Or how I imagined you naked. If you can’t give me anything else, I just want to see you naked.”

“You know that I’m not my brother. You’ve seen his massive cock. I might disappoint you.”

“I don’t care, Louis. It’s you I want, and if you show me your cock, I’ll let you fuck me. I’ve been waiting to be fucked for the past two years, and I’d like you to be my first.”

Fuck! Cian was a virgin, and he wanted me to fuck him. It had only been about a week since I’d fucked my first girl, and now I was being asked to fuck my first boy. My cock was hardening. I’d never thought about fucking a boy.

Cian stood up and faced me. He did look a little like his brother, with light brown hair and a slim frame. He took off his T-shirt. He didn’t have the light tanned skin his brother had. He was pale and smooth.

He pulled down his jeans to stand in nothing but a tight pair of white briefs. The bulge in the front showed he was hard, and his cock was straining against the cotton pouch.

The briefs were pushed down, and he now stood in front of me, naked. His hard cock was pointing at me. His skin looked soft and pale with no sign of tan lines. I thought that he looked like he’d never been in the sun. His cock looked moist, his foreskin retracted past his helmet, the tip oozed a drop of precum, and I watched it drip to the floor.

I watched it drip onto the carpet. Cian grabbed his cock and smeared his precum down his shaft.

My cock was raging and pushing against my shorts. I didn’t want to look down as I knew I’d see a wet patch where my cock pushed against my shorts.

Cian stepped forward and unbuttoned my shorts. He unzipped the fly, and they fell to the floor. My cock sprang free and dripped precum. Cian grabbed my hard cock, and I gasped. He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.

I’d been sucked before, by Charlotte and Perry, but this time it felt different. Cian knelt and loved my cock. He touched, stroked and sucked it like it was the most precious thing in the universe. He really had it bad for me, and despite the occasional feeling of his teeth, I loved what he was doing. He was enthusiastic and worshipped my cock.

“Will you fuck me?” Cian let my hard cock leave his lips and looked up at me. His eyes were begging me to fuck him.

He moved to his bed and knelt on his hands and knees. He craned his neck to look at me, “There’s no need to prepare me, I did that myself before you arrived. Just in case.” He smiled.

“I’ve never done this before.” My cock had a mind of its own and was now hard. It wanted to fuck Cian, but I wasn’t sure. I’d never really fucked anyone before. Charlotte seduced me, and it didn’t feel like it was me fucking her. It felt more like her fucking me, even when I was on top. Now Cian was exposing his hole to me and wanting me to thrust my cock inside him. If I did this, it would be my decision; Charlotte took the decision away from me.

“Are you also a virgin, Louis?” Cian seemed to like the idea that we were both virgins.

“Fucking a guy, yes.” I decided to be coy. I didn’t want to tell him the details of my short sex life.

“Please, Louis. I want to feel you inside me, like Ollie felt Conor inside him.” Cian groaned, “Fuck me, Louis. Fuck me now!”

He was impatient; he wanted my cock inside him. My cock was now hard and leaking. I don’t know why, as I’d never thought about fucking a guy before. Now Cian was kneeling in front of me, exposing his hole and tempting me to push my hard cock inside him, stretching his hole.

I could see his hole. It was glistening under the harsh lights of his room. He looked well-lubed. His hole was also loose; it didn’t look pinched and tight. A small black hole at the centre told me he had stretched his hole, hoping for me to fill it. I don’t know what took over me, but I was considering it. I saw the hole, I didn’t see the body or the person, just the hole, and my cock wanted to fill it.

I jumped on the bed behind Cian. I held my hard cock and pushed it against his hole. He groaned, and I knew he wanted it. I pushed and forced my cock through that tiny hole. I felt Cian tense up. He didn’t scream or shout about the pain, but I knew it hurt him, no matter how much he tried to deny it. My balls slapped against his arse, and I remained still.

Cian was panting, trying to cope with the pain. I could feel his hole pulsing against my cock, it was like it was trying to squeeze the cum out of me.

I’d never fucked a guy before, so I didn’t know what to expect. I’m not sure Cian knew what to expect either. We were both learning what it felt like to fuck and be fucked.

All I knew was how it felt to be inside Charlotte’s cunt. Now I was inside Cian’s boy cunt. They couldn’t feel more different. Charlotte was loose, and Cian was tight. It felt better inside Cian.

I waited as long as I could, and then I fucked him. It felt fucking amazing! My cock sliding in and out of his arse and my balls slapping against his cheeks. It felt so much better than when Charlotte fucked me. But it still felt anonymous. All I could see was the curve of his spine. I couldn’t see his face. I needed to feel connected.

I pulled out of Cian and tossed him onto his back. I lifted his legs and thrust my cock back inside him. Cian squeaked as my cock invaded him, and the expression on his face was indescribable. He fucking loved it. I fucking loved it.

His cock was hard and leaking onto his belly. I reached for it and stroked him. Fuck! I was stroking his cock. I glanced at his face. He didn’t appear conscious. It was like he was in a state of bliss, my cock inside him and my hand stroking his cock.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I leaned down and kissed him. I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and penetrated him again. His lips were soft and accepting. I felt I could do anything to him and he would accept it, because it was me. Not many people get to be fucked by their crush. I suddenly felt a sense of responsibility towards Cian. He would let me do anything, no matter how much it hurt. But I didn’t want to hurt him. I wanted both of us to enjoy this.

I broke this kiss and looked at him. Our eyes stared at each other, and I tried to tell him that I didn’t want to hurt him, but my hips kept pushing my cock into his arse as forcefully as they could.

His eyes pleaded with mine. He wanted this. I wanked his cock as hard and fast as I fucked his arse. He wasn’t going to last much longer, and neither was I. His cock expanded, and I felt his arse grasp my invading cock. His cock shot cum over his face and chest as my cock coated the inside of his arse.

I collapsed on top of him. This was so much better than fucking Charlotte.

His cum was smeared over my chest as I kissed a small pool of his cum from his chin.

We were both out of breath. We lay next to each other as we recovered.

I’d fucked my first boy, and I loved it.

 

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