Li’l Job Louis
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 3: Moving Day

I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep on Friday night. I helped Ollie pack a suitcase full of clothes, though I joked with him about why he needed them at a nude resort. We also boxed up some of his stuff: books, a laptop, and a games console.

On Saturday morning, I woke up early, feeling neither refreshed nor excited. I woke Ollie, but he groaned and turned over.

“I’m not getting dressed today,” I told him, but that woke him up.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He sat up in bed, “I don’t want you flaunting your cock in front of Dad. Show some respect for his feelings. He’s still trying to adjust to the nudity aspect of the job. I don’t want you upsetting him and putting him in a bad mood.”

“Okay,” I was disheartened. “But I’m not wearing any pants. If I can’t go naked, I’m not wearing underwear. I don’t think I’ll wear any pants ever again, like you.” I sat on Ollie’s bed.

“Look, Louis. There’s no rush. Let’s have breakfast first, then load Dad’s van. I’ve told Conor and Ewan to meet me there at ten.”

“And I can still stay over? Conor and Ewan won’t stay, will they?” I asked, hoping I could have Ollie all to myself.

“No, I’ve told them they can’t. Conor wanted to, but I told him he could stay over another day.”

“Was he hoping to fuck you again?” I wondered.

“He’s never mentioned it since that first time. Ewan would love to, and I would love for him to stay so he could fuck me. But if I let Ewan stay, Conor would be pissed that he couldn’t stay.”

“What about Cian? He says Conor hasn’t mentioned anything to him?”

“I’m sorry, Louis. I did suggest that Conor ask him, but it seems he hasn’t. You could ask him yourself, but that would raise questions, and I know you don’t want people to know about you and him yet.”

I sighed, “I know. I just need to get my head around it.” I wished I had the courage to be open about Cian and me. I also wanted to fuck him again. My cock still ached to be back inside his arse.

“Come on,” Ollie slapped my back, “let’s get dressed and have some breakfast. Then we’ll make a start.”

I let Ollie get up and waited to see what he wore. He slipped on a white T-shirt and his dark green work shorts. He went downstairs and said he was going to cook us some scrambled eggs on toast. When he left, I dressed in my dark green work shorts and borrowed a white T-shirt from Ollie’s wardrobe, since I didn’t have any of my own. I would have to ask Mum to get me some.

Ollie laughed when he saw me. He wasn’t mocking me; he looked proud of me. He told me to sit down, and he placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

“Eat up, we have a busy day, and you’ll need to keep your strength up.”

I was hungry, so I ate everything on my plate. I even made more toast. Ollie took his time eating and was growing irritated by my eagerness to make a start.

“Why don’t you start loading the van. I’ll help once I’ve finished breakfast.”

I jumped to my feet and dashed upstairs to start bringing down his boxes. Mum and Dad were waking, probably due to the noise I was making.

“Slow down, Louis.” Mum smiled at me when she came out of her bedroom, “You’ve got all day, and Ollie’s friends will be helping. At this rate, you won’t save anything for the others to do.”

“Yes, Mum,” I said as I dashed downstairs, carrying another box. I could hear her tut as she went into the bathroom.

Ollie was so frustrating. He didn’t seem to share my boyish excitement. It felt like he was doing everything in slow motion. “Come on, Ollie.” I tried to rush him when I saw him grab his mobile phone.

“I’m just checking that Conor and Ewan are still coming to help.”

“Ask about Cian,” I was slightly out of breath from carrying Ollie’s heavy boxes. “Tell Conor you need someone with some intelligence to help.” Ollie laughed. I thought about what I said and chuckled. “I didn’t mean it that way. You know what I mean, just make something up. He could be useful.”

“Useful for you, Louis.” Ollie smiled and went out to the van to open it up. I followed him, carrying a box and loading it in the back.

I had to navigate around Mum and Dad as they came downstairs. They always seemed to get in the way. I think I did twice as much work as Ollie. When he closed the van door after the final box was loaded, he seemed a little sad. He cast his eyes downward and kept his hand on the van’s door handle. I heard him take a deep breath.

I went over to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. “Are you okay, Ollie?”

“I’m fine. It’s just hit me, that’s all. I’m going to miss you guys.” Ollie sounded melancholy.

“Even Dad?” I teased.

“Yes, even Dad.” At least it made him smile.

Mum came out and disturbed us. She was still in her dressing gown. “Come on, boys, face the camera so I can get one last picture of my babies before one of them flies the nest.” I detected a tear in her eye.

We turned, and I put my arm over Ollie’s shoulder. I smiled at Mum. Ollie wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

Mum took the picture and then burst into tears. She rushed back inside. We followed her, and Ollie hugged her.

“You’ll probably see me tomorrow.” Mum kissed him on his cheek and on his forehead.

“I’ll be fine, Ollie.” She sniffed. Then Dad joined us.

“Will you stop making your mother cry, Ollie.” Dad smiled and held his hand out to shake his. “Good luck, Ollie. I know you’ll be fine.”

“Will you two stop acting like you’re never going to see me again. I’m not moving far, and I’ll be back regularly.”

“You’re not a Dad yet, Ollie. When your baby leaves home, even if it’s just down the road, come and tell me you don’t feel the way we do now. I feel so proud of you, Ollie. But it’s also heartbreaking that you don’t need us anymore.”

“Come on, Dad. I still need you both.” Ollie could sense me getting restless. “We should go before Louis blows a gasket.”

“Ollie!” I whined, but it was true.

Mum kissed Ollie again, and we got in the van. They waved to us as we drove away, Mum crying on Dad’s shoulder.

“I thought we’d never leave!” I huffed and pulled off my T-shirt. It was awkward while I was wearing the seatbelt.

“Be a little more sensitive, Louis. It’s difficult for them.” He glanced at me. “And what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m taking my clothes off.” I unbuttoned my shorts and shimmied them down my thighs.

“We’re not there yet.” Ollie kept his eyes on the road.

“I know, but I want to be ready when we are.”

“I think you’re more excited about this than I am.” Ollie grinned.

“I can’t wait.” I giggled like a boy.

Ollie pulled into the layby and got out of the van. I swear he went slower than usual just to irritate me.

“Hurry up!” I tried to rush him.

Arthur opened the gate for us, and Ollie parked the van. He spoke to Arthur and drove a buggy to the back of the van.

I immediately started loading the buggy with Ollie’s boxes. It didn’t hold much, and it would take several trips.

Ollie drove the buggy to his cabin. It looked different now that I knew it was Ollie’s home. Ollie was kind enough to let me drive the buggy back to the van on my own. It felt good to be treated like an adult. Although I did get a strange look from Arthur when he noticed it was just me in the buggy. I don’t think he approved. But I was on my best behaviour, so he had nothing to complain about.

I could see Ollie on the porch of his cabin as I rode back in the buggy.

“I’ve just heard from Conor. He and Ewan will be here in a few minutes.” Ollie told me.

“Will Cian be with them?” I was looking forward to seeing him again.

“Sorry, Louis. Conor refused to ask him along.” Those words took the joy out of moving day.

“Why?” I asked.

“Promise me you won’t let on that I told you,” I nodded, “but Conor is uncomfortable with his brother seeing him naked.”

“That’s stupid,” I protested, “he saw Conor naked when he fucked you.” It was a pathetic reason not to ask him along.

“And don’t mention that in front of him either.” Ollie was serious. “I still think he’s feeling guilty about it. He’s not brought it up since.”

“Okay, Ollie.” I started unloading the next batch of boxes.

When I returned to the buggy for the final box, I noticed Conor walking towards us. Another young man was with him; I assumed he was Ewan. Both were naked, and I sensed Conor get embarrassed when he saw me. I’d never seen him naked before, and he’d never seen me naked either. I don’t know what he was worried about. His cock looked a good size, so did Ewan’s. I have no idea why, but my cock thickened as I watched them approach.

“You must be Louis.” Ewan greeted me, and we shook hands, “I’m Ewan, and you know Conor.”

Conor nodded his head in acknowledgement. He seemed irritated that I was there and a little embarrassed at Ollie’s little brother seeing his cock.

“Ollie’s inside.” I took the box inside and put it on the floor with the others. Ollie was on the sofa in front of an open box. He took out a framed picture and stared at it.

“I think Mum must have put this in here.” He turned the picture around to show it to me.

“I remember when that was taken.” I sat next to Ollie on his sofa and took the photo frame. “We were on holiday. Dad rented a lakeside cabin in the Lake District. It was similar to this. We had fun on the lake. Mum asked a passerby to take this for us. You must have been fourteen; I was twelve. Don’t I look cute?” I smiled at Ollie. “Let me put it on the windowsill.” I got up and displayed the photo on the windowsill by the door. “You will see us whenever you leave.”

“Yo! Ollie!” Conor came in, followed by Ewan. “This place is fucking great. I can’t believe you lucked out and made that senile old man give you this place.”

“I’m not senile, young man.”

I laughed. Conor was caught.

“Hi, Mr Cremaster.” Ollie went to shake his hand. “Forgive my friend, he has no idea how to behave in polite company.”

“Sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean it.” Conor apologised.

“How are you finding your new home?” Mr Cremaster ignored Conor.

“It’s great, Sir. And I have all this help moving in. We’ll have it done in no time at all. I’ve also bought a new wardrobe, I’m collecting it this afternoon.”

“I’m glad you’re settling in, Ollie. I know you’ll fit right in here. And I’m glad to have a handyman on site. I’ll leave you to finish unpacking. I just wanted to welcome you to the resort.”

“Thank you, Mr Cremaster.”

The old man left us, and I had to stay in the cabin with Ollie, while Conor insisted on driving the buggy to get the rest of the boxes. Ewan went with him.

I was beginning to understand why Cian and Conor didn’t get along. At lunchtime, he commandeered the buggy and drove Ollie to the restaurant with Ewan hanging onto the back. I was left to walk the distance on my own. He really was a selfish bastard; he never even offered to come back and pick me up. I’m surprised Ollie let him get away with it. I was disappointed with him.

They were already eating when I arrived. I grabbed some food and sat with them. Conor was busy talking to Ollie, and I sat next to Ewan. He sensed how depressed I was and put a reassuring hand on my thigh. It didn’t feel sexual.

“He can be overwhelming,” Ewan whispered to me. “He thinks the world revolved around him.”

I gave Ewan a knowing grimace. I felt like a spare part, and Ollie barely acknowledged me anymore. Conor dominated him.

Ewan was nice enough and walked back to the cabin with me while Conor drove Ollie in the buggy. He was a lovely bloke, and he didn’t treat me like a little kid or just Ollie’s little brother. I enjoyed the walk, but my mood lowered when we got back, and Conor was still talking ten to the dozen to Ollie.

Ollie saw me and came over. For once, Conor shut up. “We need to go and collect the wardrobe. I hope you don’t mind if we leave you here. There’s only room for three on the front seat, and it would be better if Conor and Ewan came with me.”

“I understand.” I looked down. Ollie hugged me.

“We will have all evening together when they go home. Just be patient.”

“Okay, Ollie.”

Ewan said goodbye to me, but Conor ignored me. Fucking bastard.

I was now naked and alone in my brother’s cabin. I didn’t feel like going to the lake or using the facilities. Conor had sucked the joy out of today. I went to the coffee table and grabbed my phone. I needed someone to talk to.

 

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