Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 33: Accepting The Offer

Dad was nervous. I could tell. He went from babbling about nothing to long moments of silence. I was driving us over the Cremaster Freedom Resort to meet with Mr Cremaster. We were going to accept his offer for us to be a permanent fixture there for repairs and maintenance. Dad had never been here before; he refused to get naked around people. But since joining the business, I had managed to get him naked, but he still wasn’t comfortable exposing himself to strangers. But he was going to work for Cremaster, then he had to get naked.

This would be his first experience in the resort. He went silent as we approached and I pulled into he layby, where we were expected to strip.

I got out of my van and threw my clothes into the back of it. I waited for Dad to get out and strip. After another pause, he did. He quickly sat back in the passenger seat. He looked nervous as I drove the short distance to the gate.

Arthur came out to greet us and opened the gate. Dad looked at the hunk of a man, and he watched as Arthur’s cock grew.

Harvey was on reception, as usual, and greeted me.

“And who’s this handsome gentleman?” He grinned at my Dad, checking out his body.

“This is my Dad. We’re here to see Mr Cremaster.” I told him and felt a slap on my arse; Arthur had crept up behind me.

“I hope you’ll see me afterwards.” He then squeezed my buttock, the one with the red handprint on it. Dad noticed and furrowed his brow at me.

“Come with me.” Harvey got up and tugged his cock. We followed him to Mr Cremaster’s private sitting room.

“Hi, Mr Cremaster.” I greeted the old man. “This is my Dad and business partner.”

Mr Cremaster rose to his feet and shook hands with my Dad. “ You must have a name. I can’t call you Ollie’s Dad all the time you’re here.”

Dad shook his hand enthusiastically, “I’m Frank, Frank Rothwell.”

Mr Cremaster looked my Dad up and down before sitting back in his chair. “Are you sure this fine young man is your son?”

“Definitely, and I’m very proud of him,” Dad responded, confused about why he would say such a thing.

Mr Cremaster looked at our cocks, “Takes after his mother, perhaps.” Dad smiled, and I let out a belly laugh.

Dad chuckled, “Well, we don’t take after each other in that way. But in all the ways that count, he very much takes after me.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” Mr Cremaster seemed delighted.

“Anyway, Mr Cremaster, I’m here to accept your offer gladly, and my Dad is here to reassure you that if I’m not available, he will be here to help.” I looked at Dad and then back at Mr Cremaster.

“In front of me, I see a beautiful partnership, and together we can make great things happen.” Mr Cremaster rose unsteadily again to shake our hands. He quickly sat back down again. I sensed he would fall if he didn’t. “I will get a new contract drawn up, and you can sign it the next time you come here.”

“Thank you, Mr Cremaster. And you should know,” I grinned at my Dad, “We’re now called OJO & Co.” I rested my arm across Dad’s shoulder, and we both smiled at the old man. He nodded at us.

Arthur and Harvey were waiting for us in the reception. I noticed Arthur was hard. He looked at me and nodded to the back room.

“Stay here, Dad. Arthur and I need to go through some things. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“Don’t you think I should come, too? If it’s about the resort.”

“It’s a personal matter, nothing to do with work. We won’t be long.” I followed Arthur into he back room and shut the door. “We’ll have to be quick and quiet.”

I bent over the chair and waited for Arthur to slip his cock inside me. I stifled a gasp as I felt him open me up. My cock got hard, and I stroked myself as Arthur fucked me. We didn’t have time for anything except a quick fuck, and I soon spurted my cum over the back of the chair. Arthur bit his hand to stifle his grunts as he came inside me.

Unfortunately, we weren’t as discreet as we thought. We emerged from the back room with dripping half-hard cocks.

“Can I have a private word with you in the back room, Arthur?” Harvey grinned and stood up from behind the reception desk, showing us his hard cock. He and Arthur disappeared, and I walked back to the van. Dad followed, and I could feel his eyes on my arse.

“Ollie?” Dad began, “I thought you were straight. But you’ve just had sex with Arthur.”

“I was, Dad. But I’m going through an experimentation phase. I may go back to women, I may not.” I glanced at him, “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. It doesn’t bother me, I just wish you’d keep me up to date with things.” Dad smiled at me.

“Did you ever experiment, Dad?” I asked.

“I don’t think I should tell you. Your Mum doesn’t even know.”

“So you did?” I was excited, “You have to tell. I promise not to say anything, but I’m sure Mum wouldn’t mind. She’s very open-minded.”

“Trust me, I know.” I wondered what she asked him to do when they were younger. “But when I was fifteen, I went on a school trip and I was paired with a boy I didn’t know. Well, we shared a room. We drew the short straw and ended up with the only assigned room that had a double bed, instead of twin beds. I’d started to sleep naked, but sharing a bed with a boy, I kept my pants on. So did he. In the morning, I woke up and we were holding each other. We both woke up, well, you know, in the state teenage boys wake up in.”

“I still do.” I admitted, “And Louis is barely soft in the bedroom.”

“Well, that’s nice to know,” Dad was sarcastic. “I’m glad my boys have no problems in that department. Anyway,” He continued, “This boy woke up and his arm went straight for my cock. He grabbed it through my pants and wanked me. He pulled them down and grabbed my hard cock. Being fifteen, it didn’t take me long until I ejaculated.”

“Is that all?” I pushed him to tell me more.

“No. After we went on our ‘educational excursion’ and after we got back, ate, and went back to our rooms, I wanked him. He was big. It felt warm in my hands, and I enjoyed it. Then he sucked me. It was my first-ever blowjob. I came into his mouth and he swallowed. When we got back, I asked a girl out, and I put what happened to the back of my mind.”

I was beginning to look at my Dad differently. He was not the prude and strict straight man I thought him to be. He was willing to try new things, at least when he was fifteen. Perhaps he would grasp that chance now, in his forties.

“Arthur is fucking good at what he does. It sets you up for the day. I always look forward to working here. I hope you do too.”

“We’ll see, but that Harvey kept giving me the eye.”

“From what I hear, he likes the older man.”

“Then I’ll show him what an older man can do,” Dad laughed.

“From what I hear, he prefers to show the older man what he can do.” I chuckled at the thought of Harvey fucking Dad.

 

Mr Cremaster had another surprise for me when I went back to sign the contract. When I saw the name OJO & Co. in bold letters, I felt a twinge of pride. I was only eighteen and had turned down a valuable apprenticeship with Cockaigne Construction, so I started my own business. In a matter of months, it had grown to support both my Dad and me. We had some prestigious customers, including Cockaigne Hotel, Vos de Vos, the B&B, and The Cremaster Freedom Resort, alongside services for the residents.

When Harvey showed me through to Mr Cremaster, he commented that Arthur wasn’t around, but he would gladly fuck me if I wanted. I didn’t take him up on his offer.

“I thought my Dad was more to your liking,” I said to him.

He stroked my arse, “He is, but I don’t mind fucking a twunk.”

“A twunk?” I’d never heard that term before.

“If you are going to come over to my side, you need to learn. A twunk is a combination of a hunk and a twink.” He poked his finger between my cheeks and poked my hole. It made my cock flinch, and I ended up meeting Mr Cremaster with a half-hard cock.

“I see Harvey has tried it on with you.” He looked at my cock, and it quickly became fully hard. “If you want him to sort you out before we have our discussion, I don’t mind waiting.”

“That’s alright, Sir. It will do him good to wait.”

Mr Cremaster laughed. “I’ve always liked you, Ollie.” He gestured for me to sit down.

It was a little awkward sitting in the high-backed chair next to him. My hard cock rested on the seat of the chair, and when I instinctively crossed my legs, I crushed it and my balls. I grabbed my cock and balls and lifted them to allow me to cross my legs. Mr Cremaster watched as I adjusted myself.

Once I’d made myself comfortable, Mr Cremaster told me why he wanted to see me. “Now that you’ve signed the contract, I want to tell you, no, that’s not right. I want to give you something.” I was thrilled to have secured the contract, which promised regular work and a steady income. “You know that cabin you’ve been working on?” It was rhetorical, but I nodded. “Well, that is now yours.”

“I beg your pardon?” Did he mean for me to stay in when I wanted, or was there something else? He surely couldn’t be giving me the cabin.

“The cabin. I want you to have it. It’s yours to stay in whenever you want. I’m hoping you’ll stay there whenever you work here, but it’s entirely up to you.”

“I can’t, Sir. You’ve been paying me to repair it and fix it up. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can, Ollie. No matter how much you protest, it is yours. Forever. No one can take it from you.”

“I don’t know what to say.” I was shocked.

“These cabins aren’t just summer cabins. They are designed for all year round. They have to be with the uncertain British weather.” He smiled, “So you can stay there as much or as little as you want. If you don’t want to live there, we can rent it out to visitors, which will give you another income stream. But as I say, I hope you’ll stay there.”

I  couldn’t believe he was doing this. I was shocked. I rested my head in my hands, trying to get my brain around it.

“I don’t have much longer, Ollie. I can’t take any of this with me, so I want to give pieces of what I’ve built to people who deserve it. You, Ollie, deserve it, and I have done this for you.”

I lifted my head and looked at him. My eyes were watering; no one had ever shown me any faith before. “I don’t know what to say.” I cried. “Some of my teachers wrote me off, thought I was stupid and didn’t help me. I’ve had to fight to do what I want to do and not what others expect of me.”

Mr Cremaster reached out to hold my hand. “I see that in you, Ollie. You are only eighteen, but you are remarkably mature for your age. I have this fantasy in my head that Arthur will take over the running of the resort, and you will take over the maintenance. But don’t feel that you have to do what this old man wants. You can be involved as much or as little as you want.”

“I’m just so overwhelmed.”

When I left, I virtually ignored Harvey and his flirting. I also had trouble focusing for the rest of the day. Dad was busy at the hotel, and I had some domestic jobs. I finished mid-afternoon and went home.

Louis was in the bedroom, and I was excited, so I shared my good news with him.

“Are you going to move out then? Am I finally going to get this room to myself at last?”

“I’ve not decided yet. I might switch it up, stay there some days and stay here some days, just to annoy you.”

I told Mum and Dad and then arranged to meet Conor and Ewan at the pub to let them know. I liked the thought of moving out, but I think Mum and Dad expected me to stay there for a few years yet. They would miss me. And I would miss them.

I couldn’t believe it. My life had changed so quickly since leaving college. I had my own place and my own business. I felt I could now do anything. My life was just beginning.

 

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