Pounding the Street
by David Heulfryn

 

Dad gave me a hard time when I turned up for breakfast wearing only some loose cotton shorts. Louis was still in bed; he was sixteen and spent most of his free time either asleep or wanking.

“Do you have any jobs today?” He sounded grumpy.

“No, Dad. I only started yesterday.” I knew he was being an arse.

“I suppose you’re going to laze around the house all day when you could be putting in a full day as an apprentice.” He glared at me.

“No, Dad. I have had some flyers printed, and I’m going to spend today posting them through people’s doors. I’m also going to put one up at the supermarket. If I have any left, I thought I might hand them out on the High Street. I’m actually going to have a full day.”

Dad harrumphed and bit into his toast instead of looking at me.

“Why don’t you ask Louis to help? He’s got nothing to do today.” Mum said. It was nice to hear a kind voice.

“No, leave him be today. He shouldn’t have to help me during the school holidays. Besides, I want to do this on my own. I need to drum up trade, and I shouldn’t have to rely on my little brother for help.”

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to help.” Mum smiled sweetly.

“I know he will, but I’ll get him to help when I really need it.” I poured myself a coffee from the pot and put two slices of bread in the toaster.

Dad made a louder noise than usual as he pushed his chair back and got up. “Well, I’m off to work.” Dad said, emphasising the word ‘work’. “I’ll see you later.”

“Give him time, Ollie,” Mum said as the front door slammed. “He’ll come round. I think he’s upset that you’re not following in his footsteps. He’s very proud of you.”

“He could show it occasionally.”

“Now, now, Ollie. You know your Dad is very bad at showing his feelings.”

“I know. I’m going to make this work, Mum.” I looked at her firmly in the eye.

“I know,” she came to me and ruffled my hair like she did when I was a little kid. I couldn’t help but smile.

 

Louis was awake when I went back to our bedroom to get ready for a busy day.

“Mum just offered to get you to help me today. Posting and handing out flyers all over Cockaigne.”

Louis groaned and pulled his duvet over his head. “Oh, fuck!” I heard his muffled shout.

“Come on, Lazy Bones. Get up!” I pulled his duvet from his bed to reveal his naked body. I checked out his cock, it was soft. “It looks like you already had your morning wank.”

“When you were arguing with Dad. His voice really carries. But it’s difficult to knock one out while he’s shouting.”

“I’m sorry my career choice is disturbing your sex life.” I threw the duvet back at him. “Don’t worry, I said I don’t need your help today. So, you can lie in bed as long as you like and wank as many times as you like.”

Louis shuffled and fidgeted until his duvet covered him again. “I’m going to see Kurt, and we plan to hang out.”

He looked at me as I dropped my shorts and wiggled my hips, swinging my soft seven inches, “Now this is hanging out.” I grinned.

“Put that thing away. Shouldn’t you be helping little old ladies?”

I laughed and dressed in my work clothes. If people were going to see me, I thought that if I looked the part, they would take me seriously.

I’d picked up the flyers with my business cards and stored them in my van. I picked up some business cards and stuffed them in my pocket, and grabbed a box of flyers. Where to start? Well, if I were going to start walking around town, why not start with the neighbours?

I had no route planned. I merely walked where the whim took me. Then I thought. I should be concentrating on the wealthier areas. I kept posting flyers as I moved towards the more affluent areas, but I was quickly running out of them.

When I ran out of flyers, I went to the High Street coffee shop, where I met Conor yesterday. They did a tasty smoked salmon, cream cheese and egg bagel. I enjoyed it with a flat white, and I also enjoyed the breather. I’d been walking around the town all morning.

I didn’t notice that Old Lady Lovecock had come in until she sat next to me. “Hello, Young Man. It’s nice to see you again.” She placed he hand on my thigh, high enough that I felt her fingers touch my cock that lay down my leg. “My, my. I’ve not touched one of those for several years.” She didn’t remove her hand; she let her fingers linger and gently rubbed it. “I’ve told some friends about you. I think I now have something else to tell them.” My cock was hardening. “You might be getting some calls in the next few days.”

I put down my bagel. I couldn’t eat while Old Lady Lovecock was lightly stroking me. “Thank you, Ma’am.” I stuttered and quickly looked away when our eyes met. My cock was now hard, but she didn’t let up. I wanted to exhale a groan, but I stifled any noise, not wanting to draw attention to what was happening. I sat rigid in my chair, as rigid as my cock now was. I stared into space.

“I have one friend who will particularly like having you.” She continued to rub my sensitive knob through my trousers, the rough cotton further enhancing the sensations.

I couldn’t take this any longer. I didn’t want to cum, but I couldn’t physically remove her hand. She was an old lady, and I might hurt her.

“My friend is going to be so jealous when I tell him about you.” Old Lady Lovecock was living up to her name and didn’t let up on rubbing my cock.

I screwed up my eyes as I felt my cock lurch. I was coming. My body flinched; I could keep my muscles still, but the effort made my body shudder. My cock exploded down my leg, I could feel my cum spurting and wetting my trousers and skin. Old Lady Lovecock kept rubbing me until my cock stopped lurching.

I was breathing heavily, recovering from my orgasm.

“I hope I’ll see you in about a fortnight. My lawn will need a trim by then.”

“No… No problem, Ma’am. I will put it in my diary.” I couldn’t look at her; my face was flushed.

“Thank you, Ollie. You are a most accommodating young man. But I will leave you to eat your lunch.” She got up and went to the counter to order.

I looked down at my lap. My cock had softened and shrunk, but I could see a massive wet patch halfway down my thigh. It looked like I’d pissed myself. I hoped it would dry quickly; I didn’t want to walk around Cockaigne with a huge cum stain.

I finished my bagel and coffee, which had gone cold while Old Lady Lovecock was wanking me. My cum was drying, but was leaving a stain. I had to go home to change. I needed more flyers anyway.

 

Thankfully, no one was home when I got there. Dad was at work, Louis was with his mate, and Mum was probably out shopping. I went to my bedroom and stripped. I put my work trousers in the dirty linen basket and went to the bathroom to clean my cock from the dried cum that had congealed over it.

I draped my cock over the sink and turned on the hot water tap. The water felt good, especially when I pulled back my foreskin. I dried my cock on the hand towel, knowing my family dried their hands and faces, where I was now rubbing my cock. But it was clean, it was not like I was wiping off my cum on the towel and putting it back for others to use.

I slipped on a fresh pair of dark green utility trousers and put my tool belt back on. This time, I got in my van and drove to where I wanted to drop off my flyers. I parked, grabbed a box of flyers, and started pushing them through the letterboxes. The houses were large, and there was money behind those doors. I hoped they would be getting in touch soon.

After pushing a flyer through the letterbox, I walked back down the long drive. I heard someone call over to me.

“Odd Job Ollie!”

I turned and saw a young man standing in the doorway, my flyer in his hand. He was naked, and I looked at his soft cock, which was shining in the sun. It was wet, either from lube or cum, I couldn’t tell, but this man had obviously been enjoying himself.

“Hi,” I said as I approached him.

“I need your help, man. Mum and Dad will kill me. I have money.” He was pleading with me and looked genuinely afraid.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “I’ll do what I can.”

“It’s my bed. I broke it. They’ll kill me if they know; they only bought it a few weeks ago.”

I placed my hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down. “Let me take a look and I’ll see what I can do. If I can fix it, I will.”

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, “Thanks, Odd Job.”

“Ollie is fine.” I laughed, “What’s your name?”

“Callum.”

I followed Callum up to his bedroom. He had posters of footballers on the wall, and the room was a mess, clothes strewn over the floor and books lying on his desk. It looked like a teenager’s bedroom. I asked him how old he was. He was sixteen, but he was eager to tell me that he would be seventeen in a few months. He looked older than sixteen, more mature. He had a little chest hair between his nipples and a full bush of pubes. His slim body showed the classic inverted Vee. He wasn’t muscular and could be described as skinny. I looked at his wooden frame bed. One corner was broken, and the bed base was hanging.

“How did this happen?” I asked him.

The teenager blushed; he may look like a young man, but he reacted like a boy. There was a short silence as he considered how much to tell me. “I was wanking.”

“You don’t break a bed by lying on it and wanking.”

“It was a particularly energetic wank.” Callum looked away from me.

I then noticed the dildo beside the bed. “Let’s get the mattress off so I can see the damage.”

I was surprised Callum didn’t put any clothes on, but preferred to stay naked. Well, it was Cockaigne, and I supposed it was a household that embraced nudity. We heaved the mattress from the base and put it on the floor. I could now see the issue.

“Who fixed the bed together?” I noticed a bolt lying on the carpet; the tenon of the side piece had come free from the mortise joint.

“Me and my Dad,” Callum said. “Why?”

I only wore my tool belt to make me look the part today; I didn’t expect it to be put to use. “The bolt holding it together came loose. Thankfully, none of the wood is damaged.” I pulled out an adjustable spanner and picked up the bolt. It didn’t take me long to fix the problem and properly tighten the bolt.

“Help me pull the bed out,” I said to Callum, and I checked and tightened all the bolts. The bed was now much more sturdy.

We put the bed back in place and put the mattress back on. As I was adjusting the mattress so it lay properly on the base, I felt Callum stroke my arse. I straightened up and turned to look at him, intending to let him down gently. But I saw his stiff cock and his mature body, and I felt my cock lurch.

Callum knelt in front of me and unclasped my trousers. They dropped to my knees, and I saw his face beam and his eyes widen as he saw the length of my cock. He reached out and held it in both hands like it was a precious object. He kissed its soft, silky skin. He pulled down my foreskin, exposing my moist knob. He sucked it in his mouth, and I quickly grew to my full eleven inches.

No one had managed to take in all my cock, so far, and I didn’t expect Callum to manage it. But he made a valiant effort. He looked like he wanted to eat it, and he slobbered and smeared his spit over half my length. He used his hand to stroke the other half; his fist kept bumping into my balls, causing them to swing.

I was still wearing my tool belt and shuffled it around to keep it out of the way. I pulled off my T-shirt and rubbed my chest, teasing my nipples. I loved nipple play; it sent shivers down to my cock, and I fed Callum extra helpings of my precum.

Callum didn’t let up on my cock. I wondered how he managed to breathe with six of my thick inches stuffed in his mouth. He released the remaining five inches and held my balls in the palm of his hand.

My cock started to lurch. Callum squeezed my balls and pulled my cock from the back of his throat. I pinched both my nipples hard, and my cock splattered the back of Callum’s mouth with cum. I grunted as I came, shooting more cum into him, which he swallowed and kept swallowing.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as I recovered from my orgasm.

Callum kept nursing my spent cock, licking it and cleaning it. There wasn’t a single drop of cum that didn’t go down his throat.

He held my heavy cock in his hands and then released it. I wasn’t hard, but I wasn’t soft either; my cock hung between us, drooping. Callum stood up, his cock still hard and leaking.

“You taste delicious.” He told me.

I didn’t know if he expected me to suck him off. I hadn’t touched another cock before. I was straight, at least I thought I was. But if I were straight, why would I let this boy suck my cock? I think he saw the hesitation in my eyes as he lay on his bed.

“Before you go, I need to check your handiwork is up to scratch.” Callum lay on his bed and grabbed his stiff cock; he started to stroke it. “It doesn’t wobble when I wank. That’s good.” He looked at the floor, “Pass me that dildo, will you?”

I handed him the dildo from his floor, which was sticky with lube and his arse juices. I watched him draw his knees up and reach down to insert it into his arse. It slipped in easily.

Callum began to frantically wank and fuck himself on the dildo, “It doesn’t move. This is great. The headboard doesn’t bang on the wall.”

I watched the boy energetically pleasuring himself, his hips thrusting upwards into his hand, the dildo stretching his arse. He groaned and closed his eyes. I sensed he was close. His grunting became louder, and the thrashing of his cock faster.

“Fuck!” Callum groaned, and I watched his cock shoot cum up his body. It landed on the hairs on his chest and then around his navel. He kept stroking his cock as the remaining cum seeped down his shaft and congealed in his thick bush of pubes.

Callum rubbed his cum into his skin and hair like it was a therapeutic balm, his cock deflated and rested on the pillow of his pubes. I kept looking at his naked body, forgetting he was sixteen, the same age as my brother.

I felt my cock begin to rise, and I rushed to pull up my trousers. I didn’t want to be tempted by this boy.

Callum got off the bed and faced me, “That’s great. You did a fantastic job, no wobbling and no headboard banging.”

“If you are going to wank like that often, you might want to tighten the nuts every so often.” I smiled at him.

“It’s the wanking that makes them tighten.” He laughed. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t bother, I didn’t do much. Just make sure you give my leaflet to your Dad. If this bed was any indication of his talents, he should be needing me quite often.” Callum laughed. “But from what I’ve just seen, you’re good with your hands.” And his mouth, I thought.

Callum had provided a welcome break from pushing flyers through letterboxes. But I still had more to do, so I left him, still naked, and carried on up the street.

 

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