Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 6: Meeting Mr Cremaster

Monday’s job didn’t take long, and I spent the rest of the day going around to people asking for quotes. Most were little jobs, but a few were more complicated, and I would have to get back to them. My last stop for the day was Bell-End Bed and Breakfast.

When I turned up, the reception was empty, so I pressed the bell, an old-fashioned brass domed bell, and it clattered loudly.

A naked man appeared. He outstretched his hand. “Hello, Ollie. I’m Mr Bell, the co-proprietor of this establishment.”

I shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.” Seeing naked people in Cockaigne wasn’t unusual.

He scanned my body, appraising me. “You certainly look the part. Please come through to the back room.”

I followed him to their private sitting room, away from any guests. Mr Bell looked to be in his mid-thirties. His arse looked a little flabby, not as pert as it would undoubtedly have been in his younger years. His cock and balls hung low and swung as he walked. But what surprised me was that another naked man was waiting for us in the back room.

The man stood up when we entered; he must have been in his seventies. His wrinkled skin hung from his bones. His white pubes were sparse, and his cock and balls hung very low. What hair he had on his head was clipped extremely short and looked almost bald.

“Good day, Ollie.” We shook hands, “I’m Mr Cremaster. Please, let us sit. I’m not too good on my feet anymore.”

Mr Bell left us.

“I thought my meeting was with Mr Bell?” I wondered what was going on.

“It was a little white lie on my part, I’m afraid. I’m sure you’ve heard of me,” I nodded, “I own and run the Cremaster Freedom Resort. We have a strict nudity policy and didn’t want to meet you at the resort in case you had an issue with nudity.”

“That’s considerate of you.” I’m not against nudity, but have never been naked outside, despite living in Cockaigne for many years.

“Mr Bell is my good friend and offered his private space for us to talk. We’ve known each other for years,” Mr Cremaster reminisced, “I knew him before he met his husband, Mr End. I was quite jealous of Mr End as Mr Bell is a skilled lover. We had many good times together over many years. But I was younger then, and certain parts of my body worked.” He waggles his limp dick. “If you want my advice, have fun while you can, you never know when the fun stops.”

“When did the fun stop for you?” Why the fuck did I ask that?

“Two years ago. Not even medication can help me now.”

“If I’m still having fun until then, I will be thrilled.” I chuckled.

“I get my fun in other ways now. I used to be dedicated top, but as I got older, I’ve found I can get pleasure from being a bottom.” He looked serious, “This talk doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, does it?”

“Not at all. I’ve only just recently discovered that pleasure.” I couldn’t understand why I was opening up to him. I suppose it was because he looked like a frail and sweet old man. He engendered a candid atmosphere.

Mr Cremaster’s face lit up. “You’re a good boy. So many young men neglect that area of their sexuality.” I blushed. I had no idea why we were talking about sex. “You look so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

I looked away for a moment, trying to compose myself.

“But we should talk about why I wanted to meet you,” I felt relieved we weren’t going to keep talking about sex. “I find myself struggling with all the repairs and maintenance that need doing at the resort. The man who does it for me is getting on in years and can’t do as much as he used to. Then I spoke to one of your clients, and you came highly recommended.”

“You want me to help out with repairs?” I was excited; this could mean a lot of work and regular work.

“I would like to engage you as our preferred supplier. The person that we go to when we need extra help. I wouldn’t employ you; instead, you would be paid on a job-by-job basis. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fantastic!” I never knew how quickly my business would take off when I started it a few weeks ago.

“I’m so pleased, Ollie. Now we need to address the elephant in the room.” What was he talking about? “Nudity.”

“Oh.” I sighed. That was what he meant.

“We are a nudist resort, and the rule is that everyone has to be naked, even the staff.”

Shit!

“We have trouble sometimes. We lose many great candidates due to the rule, and as a result, we only have a few tradespeople willing to come here. Most of our deliveries are unloaded at the entrance, and we have to bring them in ourselves. They refuse to remove their clothes.”

“Have you thought about relaxing your rule? For deliveries, tradies and such. They aren’t there long.”

Mr Cremaster smiled, “It’s been my rule since I started the resort when I was a young man. You see, Ollie. I believe that the naked body is perfect, whatever the size or shape. People can only be their true selves when naked.”

“So you will never relax your rule?” I asked hopefully, knowing the answer was likely to be no.

Mr Cremaster shook his head. “Not even for you, Ollie. It is a firm belief of mine.”

“So if I accept and work for you, I would have to be naked in your resort?”

“Yes, Ollie. Will that be a problem? I’d hate to have to start looking for someone else.”

I clasped my hands and thought. It wasn’t an issue being naked in my bedroom with Louis. He’d seen me naked hundreds of times. And recently, he caught me wanking. I didn’t die of humiliation. But that was all. I’d never been outside naked. Despite living in Cockaigne, Mum and Dad didn’t encourage us to be naked. They enjoyed living here, but they didn’t take on the nudist and open sexuality lifestyle.

“Do you need more time to think about it?” The silence had gone on too long. “You can take all the time you want. We could even do a trial period of a few months if that would help.”

“No, Sir.” I had made up my mind, “I’ll do it.”

“I’m so pleased.” Mr Cremaster struggled to his feet, and I stood and we shook hands to seal our agreement. He sat back down and reached for a pad on the side table. It was a diary. “Let’s work out a day you can come over. Which days are available? I’ll want you for the full day?”

I took my mobile out of my pocket and opened my digital calendar. “Do you want this this week or next?”

“As soon as possible. I was hoping for this week, but if you’re not free until next week, that would be fine.” Mr Cremaster told me.

“Well, as luck would have it, I’m free all day Wednesday. Will that suit you?”

“Perfect.” Mr Cremaster wrote in the diary. “There is a small parking space by the front gate. You will need to pull in there and remove your clothing, unless you’re already naked. Some people tend to like getting here clothed, and then stripping in the layby, it reminds them that their holiday has now begun.”

 

As I sat in my small, rusty van after leaving, I started to have doubts. I’d just agreed to work naked at the Cremaster Resort. I would be allowed to wear my work boots and tool belt, but nothing else, unless the task involved specialist protective clothing.

The prospect of steady work drew me in, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to work with my tackle out. It wasn’t too late to back out. I could always call Mr Cremaster tomorrow and say I’d changed my mind. I had to talk to someone.

I called Conor. We were old school friends and, like me, he still lived with his parents.

“Can you meet me at the ‘Cock Pub’. I know it’s early, but I need to talk.” I called his mobile.

“Sure, I’ll head there now.” Conor agreed. He never missed the chance for a night at the pub.

Conor was waiting for me when I arrived at the Cock and Balls Pub. He had a pint waiting for me, and his had hardly been touched.

“When are we going to get a place together? I’m getting fed up with living at home.” Conor pushed my drink to me as I sat at the table.

“As soon as you propose and make an honest man of me.” I quipped.

“Strictly two-bedroomed, Ollie. We always talked about it when we were in school. Why don’t we put our names down on the list?”

“You know they won’t prioritise us. We live with our parents, and you don’t have a job.”

“I’m working on it, Ollie. But you didn’t drag me to the pub, kicking and screaming, to have a go at me for not having a job. I can stay at home for that.” Conor smiled.

“I want to talk to you about a job I’d said I’d do.” My mobile pinged, and I looked at the message. It was from Ewan.

Conor huffed as he watched my fingers typing out a response. I told Ewan I was at the pub with Conor, and he said he’d meet us here.

“Ewan’s coming to meet us,” I told Conor as I put my mobile back in my pocket.

“Great, I liked him. He was a laugh. Anyway, what’s the problem with this job? I get the impression you are having second thoughts. It’s not too difficult for you, is it?”

“No, nothing like that.” I took a deep breath, and the moment I told him I’d be a handyman for Cremaster Freedom Resort, he burst out laughing. He knew it was a nudist resort, and knew nudity wasn’t optional. We were getting odd looks from some other patrons, and a laugh as loud as Conor’s is something you can’t ignore.

“I wish I could see that.” Conor calmed down, “You stark bollock naked, wearing your tool belt, fixing a cabin. It’s like some kind of charity calendar.”

“Shut up, Conor. It’s not funny.”

“What the fuck has got into you, Ollie?” Conor looks around to ensure no one is listening to our conversation, “First, you let another man fuck you, and now you’re going to work naked. I know you’re not a prude and not afraid to get naked in the right situations, changing rooms, at the pool, in hostels, but this is different. You’ve given me no indication that you want to get fucked, or to show everyone your massive tool.”

“Why the fuck do you think I asked you here to talk to you?”

“Okay, Ollie. Let’s analyse this. Forget the fucking, that was a one-off. I’ve known you a long time, and I know you’re not gay. You are also not an exhibitionist.”

The fucking was not a one-off; so far, it was a two-off. Conor was blinkered when it came to sex. “No, I’m not an exhibitionist. But Cremaster Resort is not for exhibitionists. It’s a nudist resort.” I told him about the conversation with the old man.

“So, let’s get this straight. Someone has recommended you because of the quality of your work. Someone then offers you the opportunity of regular work. But they are having trouble finding people because it’s a nudist resort.”

“Yep. That’s it.”

“Well, they obviously didn’t ask you because they knew how long your cock was.”

Everything came down to the length of my cock to Conor, “Forget that. Would you do it?”

“Work naked.” Conor thought a moment. “I really don’t know. Do you need the work?”

“It would come in handy. I’m not exactly rushed off my feet at the moment, but it’s still early days.”

“And you can still take on other work.” I nodded, “Well, it comes down to one thing. Are you willing to work naked?”

“Who’s asked you to work naked?” Ewan butted in and sat down with us.

I explained my predicament to Ewan. He caught on to what my issue was.

“Are you nervous about being naked in public?”

“Yes. I’ve never done it before. I’m not sure I want to walk around outside naked.”

“But remember, Ollie, everyone else will also be naked. So it won’t be like you’re the only one. It’s a very nice resort. I was a little self-conscious at first, but quickly lost that as no one cared that I was naked.”

“You’ve been there?” I asked.

“It was a couple of years ago. I’d just turned eighteen and needed a holiday. I’d just left College, my parents had split up, and both had moved away from Cockaigne. I was given a choice of who I wanted to live with. I decided to stay here on my own and carve out a new life for myself. The first thing I did was book a break, try to get away from my stress. I wanted to go to the other resort, the one where you don’t have to be naked, but they were fully booked, and they referred me to Cremaster. They gave me a massive discount. And after the first day, I didn’t care that I was naked. I’ve not been completely converted and walk down the high street with my cock out, but when everyone else is naked, you just don’t care. Nobody notices you, and you don’t notice them.”

I looked intently at Ewan as he opened up to us. “I just need to get accustomed to being naked around other naked people.”

“I would suggest that we all get naked here,” Ewan looked at the others in the pub, but they were all dressed, “but that would defeat the object as everyone else is wearing clothes. So why don’t we all go back to my place? We can spend the evening together, naked of course, order a takeaway, have a few beers, perhaps I’ll crack open the bottle of Scotch that is sitting on my sideboard. What do you say?” He looked at Conor and me.

I looked at Conor. I wasn’t sure that he’d agree. I thought it was a great idea, but didn’t want to sound too eager in front of Conor. He must have seen the desire in my face.

“Okay, let’s do it.” He grinned. He leaned in to whisper to us, “But if anyone gets a boner, we ignore it. Agreed.”

Ewan and I nodded, but beneath the table, my cock was already hard. I desired to be naked with Ewan again; I desired his cock in my arse again.

I bundled Conor into he back of my van and made Ewan sit next to me. I could hear him rolling around as I drove to Ewan’s apartment.

The moment all three of us stood in his living room, Ewan started to strip. I pulled off my T-shirt and waited for Conor to start taking off his clothes. All three of us now stood naked in Ewan’s living room. I looked at Ewan.

“What’s happened to your pubes?” I blurted out as I looked at his cock.

Ewan laughed. It was not just his pubes that had been trimmed; all his body hair had. “Well, it’s a bit embarrassing really, but I was having sex and my partner got a hair stuck in their teeth.” I blushed. That was me. “So I thought I’d better trim for next time. I went to ‘Waxing Lyrical’ just off the High Street. I wanted it done properly, as I knew I’d do a crap job if I did it myself. I even got a back, sack and crack.”

Conor laughed.

“Don’t knock it, Conor,” I pointed to his crotch, “you’re not exactly neat and tidy yourself.”

“Well, when I get a girl, I’ll think about it.” Conor suddenly frowned, “Hang on! When did you see his pubes?” He pointed at me.

“Urm.” I blushed.

“It was when we went for a slash the other night.” Ewan saved me. “Beer, Gentlemen?” Ewan went to his kitchen and came back with three bottles. We sat down, put our feet up, and fortunately, there was a football match on television that we could watch. It wasn’t any team any of us were invested in, but it was a good match.

I felt confident enough to answer the door when our dinner arrived. I’d had a few beers and was feeling jolly. The young man’s eyes bugged out when he handed over the bag of hot food and saw the size of my cock.

When our night ended, I had drunk too much to drive home. Conor was growing increasingly morose about living with his family and wished he had a flat like Ewan’s.

“Look. Why don’t you stay over? Save the cost of a taxi. Someone can take the sofa, and the other can either take a chair or, if they’re not too afraid, share my bed. It’s big enough for two.”

“You take the sofa, Conor,” I said a little too quickly.

Conor lay down on the sofa.

“I’ll get you a blanket.” Ewan disappeared into his bedroom.

I was surprised that my cock had behaved all evening; none of us got a boner, and I checked. But the moment I went into Ewan’s bedroom, my cock was hard. I lay on his bed and waited for him to return.

With Conor safely tucked in on the sofa, Ewan came into the bedroom and took as much of my hard cock into his mouth as he could. He sucked me, I sucked him, and then he fucked me. I loved the feel of his cock inside me. I preferred it when he fucked me face to face so that we could kiss and feel each other’s breath on our faces. I loved it when I opened my eyes and saw the joy in Ewan’s face.

It was one of those times when I opened my eyes, and I saw a shadow on the wall by the door. Ewan’s body shielded him from me, but I knew it was Conor. He was watching me getting fucked by Ewan. Knowing he was watching sent me over the edge. My cock exploded between me and Ewan.

My arse clamped down on Ewan’s invading cock. He groaned and came. I felt his cock throb, stretching me as he pumped his cum inside me.

Fuck! It felt good. I watched the shadow fade as Conor moved away from the door. Ewan fell on me, and I wrapped my arms around him. We kissed, and then Ewan rolled off me. I was surprised how quickly he fell asleep. I was still enjoying the afterglow of our sex.

The beer and Scotch we drank pressed against my bladder. I needed to pee. I got out of Ewan’s bed and was headed to the bathroom when I heard Conor in the living room. He was grunting. I stayed in the shadows and watched him wank. I felt guilty invading his most private moment, but I was engrossed in watching him stroke his cock. I’d never seen my best mate hard before, and certainly never seen him wanking. Watching him caused my cock to twitch, but I didn’t get hard. I stayed until he came over his belly. He didn’t shoot, more like spewed his cum, but it looked pearly white and as thick as honey. For a brief moment, I thought about tasting it, but I didn’t want to embarrass him by letting him know that I’d seen him.

I slunk away and went to the bathroom. I was as quiet as possible and then returned to Ewan, who was lying on his bed. He breathed heavily, not quite snoring. I snuggled up to him and draped my arm over his belly. I could feel him cum leaking from my arse.

 

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