Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 19: Sensing Trouble

Louis came to visit me in the hospital, and I was pleased to tell him that I’d be discharged the next day. Mum was busy sorting out the house because I would have to sleep downstairs. They advised me not to attempt to climb the stairs, as it could set back my recovery.

He told me what jobs he’s been doing and how Mrs Lovecock and her ladies were determined to keep him busy.

I found it amusing when he mentioned that they would organise either a coffee morning or an afternoon tea, so everyone could see him work. He told me he often worked shirtless to please them. I wondered what else he did to please my customers.

I enjoyed hearing about Dad’s experiences in Vos de Vos. It seems he spent more time rejecting the advances from patrons than doing work.

Louis swore me to secrecy about his work at the Cremaster Resort. We both knew Mum and Dad wouldn’t like him working naked. He told me the work he did, but nothing else. I wondered if something had happened while he worked there.

Our chatting turned serious when Louis again swore me to secrecy. It was about Dad. He’d overheard him talking to Mum.

“Dad’s having a hard time at work.” Louis told me, “They’re being unfriendly, and some even refuse to work with him. His boss keeps criticising his work and threatens him with the sack.”

“Shit, Louis. This stinks. It’s not fair that this is happening because of me.”

“Don’t think like that.”

“Perhaps I should give up. Take that apprenticeship and give CC the contracts I’ve taken from it.”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Dad would kill you if you do. He’s secretly very proud of you. In fact, he’s over at the Security Office now, talking to Officer Nathan.”

“What about?” I fidgeted and sat up, paying close attention.

“Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Louis looked around to ensure he wasn’t being overheard. “Dad overheard some guys at CC talking.”

“So that’s where you get it from.” I joked.

“Pack it in, Ollie. This is serious. It’s about you. They were laughing about you being in here. Joking about how they crippled you.”

“What?” The word ‘they’ further piqued my attention.

“Yes, ‘they’.” Louis whispered, “They said they ran you off the road. They were pissed that you took the ‘Vos’ job away from them. They were doing more than repairs there, and you stopped all that.”

“It was just one day a week!” It wasn’t a big contract or lots of money.

“Yes, but it meant a lot to CC. It seems they had Vos over a barrel, being the only outfit in town, and it wasn’t just a couple of men that used the place. CC made sure it was open to any of the employees, and for free.”

“That’s blackmail!”

“I know. Vos was letting all these men use the place for free; he had no choice. But when Vos heard about you, he saw an opportunity. If you could be his handyman, he could tell CC to fuck off and refuse to let their men in for free.”

“I had no idea. That company needs to be prosecuted. They can’t do that, surely it’s illegal?”

“Well, Dad knows the men who claimed to have run you off the road, and he’s telling Cockaigne Security. Dad also knows a lot about how they operate.” Louis again looked around to ensure no one was listening, and he edged closer to me. “He took the van they used and drove it to security. All their vehicles contain a tracker so they can tell exactly where it was and when.”

“Fucking hell!”

“I know. Dad will take a whole bunch of shit for what he’s doing. I just hope he doesn’t lose his job.”

“Shit, Louis! They’re going to sack him for this.” I was afraid for Dad.

“But they finally know what happened. Any blame is not on you. You can rest assured you are not a terrible driver. A crap driver, but not terrible.” Louis chuckled.

I let out a reluctant laugh, “I’m fucked, Louis. My van is fucked, my leg is fucked. I can’t work for another few weeks, but I’ve got nothing.”

Louis grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “We’re working hard to keep you going until you get out of here. Don’t tell him I said anything, but he’s thinking of letting you use his car until you can buy a new van.”

I was overwhelmed and burst into tears. Dad had never shown much love or support to us, but deep down, he really cared. It was what he was willing to sacrifice for me that showed me how much he would do for us.

Louis squeezed my hand, “What’s wrong?”

I sniffed away my tears, “Nothing. I’ve never known Dad to do anything like this before.”

“He’s a real softy under that hard-nosed, intransigent, fuddy-duddy, prudish exterior.” Louis smiled.

“Just like you to say it as it is.”

“Fuck off, Ollie.” We both laughed.

 

I still wasn’t allowed to bear weight on my leg for another few weeks, but the fracture in my arm had healed quickly, so I had full use of both arms. The hospital loaned me a wheelchair, and the occupational therapists showed me how to transfer myself on and off it.

I was now ready to go home. I was looking forward to going home and not being around sick people. I also had to contact the insurance company and put in a claim for my van.

Mum had rearranged the living room and had put in a bed for me to use. We had a downstairs toilet, so that wasn’t an issue, but there was no bathroom downstairs. There was no way I could shower or have a bath, so I’d have to give myself a bed bath every so often.

But there was one thing I was looking forward to the most. Having a wank. Well, what I really missed most was a stiff cock up my arse; it had been several weeks since I’d been fucked, but I didn’t think I’d be able to get fucked while being stuck at home and sleeping in the living room.

The wait was interminable. Louis was already in our bedroom, and Mum and Dad were watching some police drama I wasn’t interested in watching. I played a monotonous game on my phone, yawning occasionally to drop hints that I wanted to go to sleep.

The programme finished and Mum and Dad faffed a while, tidying up and putting their glasses in the dishwasher.

“Do you want us to leave the TV on?” Mum asked.

“No thanks, I’m tired, but leave me the remote in case I wake up in the middle of the night.”

Mum left me the remote and placed a glass of water by my bedside. She kissed my forehead, “Good night, Ollie.”

Dad just gave me a cursory ‘night’ and went upstairs.

I was inpatient, and my cock hardened the moment Mum turned off the lights and went upstairs. I couldn’t wait until they finally went to bed, so I pulled back my covers and started to stroke my cock.

It felt so good to jerk off again. My balls were thanking me already. After three weeks of abstinence, it felt better than ever. It was as good as the first time I discovered wanking. I was only just thirteen when I wanked for the first time. It was better than anything else I’d ever experienced in my short life, and after that first time, no one could stop me. I had to hide it from Louis; he would have been only eleven at the time and hadn’t started puberty. But I had, and my cock never seemed to stop growing. I was the centre of attention in showers at school. All the straight boys forgot they shouldn’t be looking at the other boys, and instead, all gawped at my cock.

I could hear movement upstairs, Mum and Dad coming and going from the bathroom, but I didn’t let it disturb my rhythm. I caressed my balls as I kept stroking. I stifled a moan, not wanting anyone upstairs to hear me and come down wondering if I was in pain.

I was getting desperate to cum, and my hole itched. I raised my hips off the mattress and, having released my balls, pushed my hand between my arse cheeks. I extended a finger and pressed it against my hole. Not having a cock available to fuck me, my finger would have to do. I pushed in. I felt tight. Not getting fucked for a few weeks will do that to you. I could only manage to shove two fingers inside me.

My hips began to thrust, pushing my cock through the grip of my fingers and then down to engulf my two fingers.

I didn’t last long, I came violently, shooting cum up my body and onto my face and neck. It ran down and I wiped it off, more cum pooled on my chest and belly. I collapsed onto the mattress.

I was breathing rapidly, trying to recover from my orgasm, when the light came on. I was startled and flinched, looking towards the door. Louis stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face. He was bare-chested and only wore a pair of sleep shorts; his cock was tenting the front slightly.

“What the fuck, Louis!” I growled at him, but he kept smiling and looking at my naked body and wilting cock.

“That was a massive load, Ollie.” He eventually said. “Mum forgot to ask you if there was anything you needed, so she sent me. I’m glad she did, as you put on a good show. It looked like you needed it, so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Fucking hell, Louis. You didn’t have to watch.”

“I found it educational,” Louis grinned, “I’ve never finger fucked myself while wanking, at least I know how to do it now if I want to.”

“Can you get me a box of tissues?” I asked my brother.

Louis looked around and saw a box by Dad’s chair. He passed it over, and I started to clean the cum from my body as Louis looked on.

I used a fresh tissue to clean my cock and the small amount of cum that had dribbled onto my balls. It caused my cock to inflate again, and I became hard again. My cock had recovered and was demanding attention again. It was difficult to leave it alone, at least for the moment.

“So, Ollie. Do you need anything?” Louis said as I crumpled up the tissues.

“Yes, put these in the bin.” I held out the wad of cummy tissues.

“Fuck off, Ollie! I’m not handling your cum.”

“Come on, Louis. I can’t leave them around here. Mum will find them in the morning.”

Louis looked disgusted as I placed them in his hand. He held them at arm’s length and took them gingerly into the kitchen to put in the bin. I then heard the kitchen tap running and Louis washing his hands. He seemed to be washing his hands for a long time.

I laughed when he returned to the front room. “It’s not some germ-ridden filth, you know. Some people like it and even eat it.”

“Fuck off, Ollie. And not make me clean up your cum again.” Poor Louis, he needed a girlfriend so he could get over dealing with the fluids from sex. “Is there anything else you need?” He huffed.

“Just turn the light off when you leave.” I grabbed my hard cock and started wanking again. After the long wait, my cock wanted some more attention. I ignored Louis and stroked my cock, shoving my fingers back up my arse.

I looked over at Louis. The tent in his shorts was now obscene, and there was a damp patch where the head of his cock pushed against the fabric.

Louis pulled out his hard cock, tucking the waistband of his shorts behind his balls, and started wanking as he watched me.

Shit, this was going to be another quick one. My balls ached. I pulled my fingers from my arse and reached for the tissues. I managed to catch my cum just in time. I wrapped the head of my cock in them and came, soaking them.

When I came down from my orgasm, I checked out Louis again. He must have cum with me, as all I could see were small drops dripping onto the carpet.

Louis stepped over his spilt cum and grabbed some fresh tissues. He wiped his knob clean and stuffed it back in his shorts, then cleaned up the cum on the floor. He took my soaked tissues and put them in the bin. I noticed he didn’t wash his hands this time.

“Good night, Ollie.” Louis turned off the light, and I pulled the covers back over my naked body.

 

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