Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 27: What’s In A Name

Dad gathered us all together on Sunday morning. He called it a family conference. We’d never had one of these before, and only Dad knew what it was about.

Louis kept asking each of us, but Mum and I had no idea, and Dad was staying tight-lipped. It was driving Louis crazy, the poor boy. I stayed in bed as long as possible, catching up on sleep.

Dad shouted upstairs, and I pulled on some grey sweatpants and went downstairs. Mum had a pot of coffee ready. I grabbed a mug before I sat down.

“Has he told you what this is all about?” I asked Mum, who shrugged her answer.

Louis sat next to me, “Tell us, Dad. We’re all here now.”

Dad delayed what he was going to say by grabbing himself a coffee. He sat down, and Mum finally sat next to him.

He looked at me, “Now, Ollie. I know it’s your business and your decision, but I’ve been thinking about it. My employment tribunal has judged against CC and is currently determining my compensation. I want to use it to buy another van. You’ve got your van, Ollie, and I can’t keep using Mum’s car forever, it’s not fair on her. I want to purchase a van on behalf of the company. That way it’s tax deductible.”

“Thanks, Dad. I don’t know what to say. It would be so much easier if we both had a van.”

“That’s great, Dad.” Louis chipped in, “So if you three all have a vehicle, when will I get mine?”

Dad and I laughed, Mum smiled. “You have a push bike, Louis.” I slapped him on the back. “You can have your own van when you can pay for it yourself.”

Louis pouted, “I’ll never be able to afford one.”

“Anyway,” Dad cut off Louis, “we need to discuss what type of van. You have a small Caddy van. I was thinking of a larger, transit-type van. We’ll be able to carry bigger and more things. It’ll help with any big jobs we get.”

“I agree, good idea. But are you really sure you want to spend any compensation on this? It’s meant to be for you.”

“It’s meant to help because they forced me out of a job. And by investing in your business, Ollie, and joining your business, I am helping myself by working again and earning money again.”

“I’m just so surprised.”

“I told you we would make a good team.”

“Did you know about this, Mum?” I asked.

“No, I didn’t! I was hoping to go on a decent holiday, perhaps a cruise. Or get some work done on the house.” She folded her arms and glared at Dad.

“We can still do those things, Love. But for our long-term survival, it’s important that Ollie’s business can support both him and me.”

“Look, Dad. Mum deserves a break. We can get by with one van for a while, then perhaps get one on finance.” I said.

“Your Mum will get her holiday, I promise. We still have savings, I think all four of us deserve a break, but unfortunately, with Louis going to college soon, we can’t all go together.”

“Perhaps me and Ollie can go when the term ends?” Louis looked at me, hoping I’d agree.

“I’m not sure, Louis. We’ve never been on holiday together before.” I teased him, but he didn’t bite this time.

“But, Ollie. I want to raise the issue of the name. ‘Odd Job Ollie’ was good when it was just you. But I would like to suggest we rename it.”

I was initially shocked and reluctant to consider changing the name. Dad had been part of the business for less than a week and was already wanting to make changes. He noticed me physically bristle.

“It’s just a discussion, Ollie. I’m not saying we should or we must. But let’s discuss it. I didn’t want to get a new van and get ‘Odd Job Ollie’ stencilled on the sides if we decided to change the name later. So I thought we could discuss it first.”

“What’s wrong with ‘Odd Job Ollie’?” I folded my arms petulantly.

“Well, as I said, for a one-man band, it is perfect. We have added two new contracts to our portfolio and are undertaking some significant maintenance work. They are no longer ‘Odd Jobs’. We’ll continue to do those, and I don’t want to put people like Mrs Lovecock off using us with some grandiose name like ‘Oliver’s Construction & Maintenance’. I think we need something that says we will help the little old lady, and we can manage large projects.”

Mum cleared her throat, “I think he’s right, Ollie. And I know you will be thinking of bringing Louis on board later. We need to future-proof your business.”

“I like the name ‘Odd Job Louis and Ollie & Dad’.” Louis joked.

“Shut Louis.” Dad wasn’t amused, “Look, I have no ideas floating around my head. All I know is that I think it should be something that pays tribute to its roots. But I don’t know how that looks, yet.”

“Okay, Dad. Let’s consider it. I don’t want someone booking a job with ‘Odd Job Ollie’ and then being disappointed when you turn up.” I smiled, no longer unwilling to contemplate a name change.

“That’s all I ask,” Dad said.

“Let’s get together in a few days with some suggestions.” I looked at Louis, “serious suggestions.”

“Why are you looking at me?” Louis’ voice went high-pitched with faux disbelief.

“Because we know you, Louis. Now, I’m going out. I’m going to see if Conor or Ewan want to grab a drink.”

Louis followed me upstairs. I lay on my bed and called Ewan. He didn’t answer, so I tried again, and he still didn’t answer. Louis sat on his bed and watched me.

I called Conor. He answered, but was out of breath. “What are you doing, Conor? I’m not disturbing you, am I?”

“No, Mum and Dad have just got me putting together some new furniture, they went shopping yesterday and got all this flat-packed stuff. They want to replace some old stuff.”

“Why didn’t you ask me for help?”

“It’s your day off, Ollie. I’m not going to ask you round to my place and put you to work.”

“We’re mates, Conor. I don’t mind. I was going to ask you out for a drink, but how about I come round and help you, then we can go for a drink afterwards.”

“Are you sure? I can call you when I’m finished.” Conor was still reluctant to accept help.

“I don’t mind. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I disconnected the call and got off the bed.

“Can I come and help?” Louis asked, hopefully.

I pulled down my sweatpants and stood naked in front of him, “Sorry, but college starts in a week. Mum will kill me if she thinks I’m making you work. You know I would if I could.” I pulled out a pair of clean work trousers and pulled them up, tucking my soft seven inches down my left leg.

Louis flopped on his bed and lay on his back. “I’m bored, Ollie.” He whined, and I felt sorry for him.

“What about your mates. Can’t you see one of them?” I suggested.

“They’re boring. All they go on about is either boys or girls, who they want to shag, who they don’t. Who’s had who? It’s fucking pathetic. We might start a kick about, but they soon revert to talking shit. I want to feel useful and not end up talking shit.”

“I’m sorry, Louis. You just need to get through your T-Levels, and then you can feel useful. You’ll meet new people at college; I bet most of your mates are staying at the sixth form. You can find new mates, people with who you have something in common. You may even go into partnership with one and compete against me.”

Louis sat up, swinging his legs over the side to sit up straight. “I’d never do that, Ollie.” He was sincere.

“I know, Louis.” I pulled on a T-shirt. “I know it sucks having to wait, but we can work together when you’re not at College, and what about that holiday you suggested we take?”

“Seriously?” Louis jumped up, his face showing his eagerness.

“Serious. I think we both need a holiday. And I’m not talking about staying local. We should go abroad.”

“Thank you, Ollie.” Louis lurched at me. For a moment, I thought he might attack me, but he just hugged me, then ran downstairs.

“Mum, Dad!” He shouted, “Ollie says we can go on holiday together.”

I pulled on some socks and went downstairs to pull on my work boots.

“Where are you going like that?” Dad asked.

“Just round to Conor’s. He needs a little help with something, then we’re going to the pub.”

“Don’t work too hard!” Dad called after me.

 

I laughed when I saw Conor. His face was red and he looked frustrated. His younger brother was skulking in his bedroom. I poked my head in.

“Aren’t you helping?” I asked.

“Not if he is going to shout at me and call me names, no!”

I left him alone and went back to see Conor. He had stopped trying to fix the wooden pieces together and was sitting on his parents’ bed.

“This is fucking impossible!” Conor huffed.

“What’s it supposed to be?” I smiled.

“A fucking wardrobe.”

We heard his brother stomp down the stairs. “Get back here, Cian! You stroppy little shit!” Conor shouted to him, but we heard the front door slam. “Fucking useless cunt.” I’d never seen Conor be this nasty to his brother.

“Conor. I’m sure he was doing his best. He’s not good with his hands; he’s better with his head.”

“Then I’ll use his fucking head to knock this bastard nail in.”

“Calm the fuck down, Conor!” I yelled at him. “Give me those instructions and get me a coffee. Come back when you’ve calmed down.”

Conor threw me the instructions and stomped off. It reminded me of his younger brother. I couldn’t help but smile and was glad Conor couldn’t see, otherwise it would further antagonise him.

The instructions were your typical flatpack wordless diagrams. Once you get the hang of it, they’re easy to understand. I worked out where Conor had got up to and carried on. He spent nearly half an hour downstairs.

“Where’s my coffee?” I call down to him. “I also need your help now, holding the side panel.”

“Fucking hell, Ollie.” He handed me a hot mug of coffee. “How have you managed to do all this?”

“It’s easy when you’re not stressed.” I slurped my coffee.

I took a break. “What is it with you and Cian. He’s about my brother’s age, isn’t he? Why don’t you get on?”

“We’re just different. He doesn’t want to get his hands dirty and refuses to do any manual work. He sticks his head in his books and never looks up.”

“He’s sixteen, Conor. He’s not aware of life yet. Give him time. Let him do what he wants to do, and you do what you want to do. Accept that you’re different.”

“Easy for you to say, Ollie. Your brother hero worships you.”

I blushed. I knew Louis looked up to me. “Come on, let’s finish this wardrobe and then we can get to the pub.”

Conor was better at taking instructions than giving them. Conor knew that I knew what I was doing, and he did what I told him. We quickly finished building the furniture. We moved the new wardrobe into place and carried the old one downstairs. We took it out the back door for later disposal.

“Are you ready to get that drink?” I caught my breath from lugging the old wardrobe down the stairs.

Conor was breathing heavier than I was. “I need a rest first. And a fucking shower. I’ve been sweating up a storm. Feel free to grab one after me.”

We went back into Conor’s bedroom, and I sat on his bed while he stripped and went to the bathroom. We’d seen each other naked at school many times, and there was never any modesty between us. I sniffed my armpits. My T-shirt was clean today, but my pits did stink. I think I was going to take Conor up on his offer.

I pulled off my T-shirt, took off my shoes and socks. I kept my tool belt but let my work trousers fall to my feet. I kicked them off. There was a full-length mirror on the door to Conor’s wardrobe. I stood with my feet apart, my soft seven inches hanging low. I wiggled my hips and let it swing. My cock started to get hard. Who could resist me wearing nothing but my tool belt? I stroked my cock until it reached its full eleven hard inches. I turned around and craned my neck to see my arse framed by the tool belt. I bent forward and pulled my cheeks apart. I needed to be fucked. I wished I could get in touch with Ewan, but he wasn’t answering his phone.

I pressed my finger into my arsehole. It didn’t go in easily. I pulled the lube from my tool belt and put a small drop on my finger. That was better. My finger slipped in easily. I silently groaned as I fucked myself with my finger. I was hunched over, my finger in my arse and my hand on my cock. I’d forgotten where I was. But I was shocked when Conor came back to his bedroom.

“Fuck!” Conor exclaimed.

I jolted and turned to face him. My finger came out of my arse, and my hand released my cock.

The surprise caused Conor’s towel to fall from his waist.

 

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