Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 22: A Good Friend

Louis knew better than to talk about what happened at Cremaster Resort in front of Mum and Dad. He waited until we went to bed. As I undressed, he kept looking at my body, but it was my arse he was interested in watching and not my cock. Louis stripped and got under his covers. I teased him by bending over and pretending to straighten my duvet.

Once I’d slipped under the covers and my arse wasn’t under Louis’ glare, he spoke to me.

“You looked like you enjoyed Arthur fucking you. You know he tried it on with me the first time I went there?”

“I’m not surprised, he’s a randy bugger. But you refused. I didn’t want to. It feels so good, Louis.” I reached for my hardening cock and started to stroke it beneath my sheets.

“I’ve never seen anyone get fucked before, not in real life,” Louis stated.

“I noticed you enjoyed it. How many times did you cum?” I asked.

“Twice.” He sounded proud of it.

“So did I,” I pushed my duvet down to expose my hard cock, “I’ve really missed getting fucked.” I groaned as I kept stroking my cock. “I’m so fucking horny. Are you hard, Louis?”

“Yes.” He pushed down his duvet and we both wanked, almost coming in unison.

We lay panting. I rubbed my cum over my chest and waited for it to dry.

“Do you need my help again tomorrow?” I sensed something in his voice. He wanted to come with me again.

“I don’t think you can. I’m due at Vos de Vos. They have a strict eighteen-and-over policy.”

“But it’s Monday. It’ll be closed.” He protested.

“I know, Louis.”

“I’m not stupid, Ollie. I know what goes off in there.” Louis sounded upset.

“All I can do is ask and see if his rule applies on the day it’s closed.”

“Thanks, Ollie. I’d appreciate it.” There was a moment’s silence. “I enjoyed working with you today. I don’t mean seeing you get fucked or anything like that. I just enjoyed working together. I thought we worked well as a team.”

“We did. And I loved working with you. You’re my brother, we know what each other is thinking. I hope we can work together a lot. Every end-of-term break at college, you can help me out, but you need to pass those T-Levels if you want to join the business.”

“Really? You want me to join you?”

“Definitely! However, if you decide to go in a different direction, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll support you. I’ll always have your back, Louis. No matter how much you piss me off.”

“Fuck off, Ollie!” We laughed.

I pulled up my duvet. “Good night, Louis. Fingers crossed we can work together tomorrow.”

“I’ll cross everything, even my cock.” Louis chuckled.

“That I’ll love to see, show me tomorrow.”

 

Mr Vos was adamant about his policy, which meant that Louis couldn’t join me. He was disappointed, but he understood. There was no danger of getting pleasantly molested again, as it was closed, and Mr Vos was thrilled to have me back. I think Dad was putting off some of his patrons, but he was sorry he couldn’t let Louis in.

“I’ve heard good things about your brother.” Mr Vos told me, “I keep my ear to the ground so I know what he’s been doing. In a couple of years, I’d love to see you both in here.” He grinned, “working off course.”

I chuckled, quickly excused myself, and got to work.

In the middle of the day, I messaged Ewan and arranged to meet after work. He suggested the ‘Cock & Balls Pub’, and I spent a few minutes thinking before I responded. I suggested we meet at his place and get a takeaway.

I was grateful that he agreed. I didn’t feel like being in a busy and loud pub.

Conor messaged me and wanted to get together. I put him off, claiming I was exhausted after going to work. I said I’d meet him tomorrow at the pub.

I sent Louis a message letting him know that I wouldn’t be home tonight. The cheeky bastard replied, ‘Remember to use lube’.

I hadn’t considered getting fucked by Ewan tonight, but now it was all I could think of, and my cock hardened. Fucking ironic. I was working in a gay sauna, with a massive erection, and the place was fucking closed, so no one was here to deal with it for me. It was getting painful. When you have eleven hard inches being forced down the leg of your trousers, when it wants to stick straight out, it’s bound to hurt. I couldn’t work like this.

There was no one in the area where I was working, but a couple of cleaners were around; it was the only time they could give the place a deep clean.

I took off my work trousers and kept on my toom belt. My cock stood proud, my foreskin slightly retracted, and my tip was moist and dripping. I was glad I released it to prevent it from staining my trousers. The pain and discomfort may have gone, but my cock now demanded attention like a bored toddler.

There was no way I could keep working. I replaced the screwdriver in my hand with my cock. I closed my eyes as my fingers wrapped around my shaft. It felt fantastic. I released a stifled groan as I moved my hand along my shaft, teasing the tip and feeling precum lubricate my fingers that then coated my shaft as I drew my fingers back down. My foreskin completely exposed my angry knob. The cool air on my sensitive tip made me shudder. There was a breeze which further stimulated me, and then I felt a warmth on my knob.

I opened my eyes and looked down. A man was on his knees, his mouth sucking on my knob. He was a cleaner, but I’d never seen him before. I didn’t even know his name, and his mouth was on my cock. All I could see was a bald patch on his pate and thinning hair.

He was experienced in pleasuring a cock. He seemed to know exactly what my cock enjoyed. There was no hiding what was happening, and I openly groaned, my voice echoing around the empty rooms. This was why Mr Vos kept his rule even though the place was closed. It was time for the staff to use the facilities during their breaks. And I was one of the facilities, or at least my eleven-inch hard cock was.

The man played and teased with every inch of my cock, he made me leak like a tap, drinking my precum. I loved it when he tickled my slit with his tongue. It sent my cock lurching and pulsing with pleasure. I blasted my cum into the back of his throat.

I felt his mouth and throat press against my cock as he swallowed. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the afterglow, then I felt a breeze against my moist cock. The man was gone, and I was left panting with a drooping cock dribbling cum and spit onto the floor.

 

I was looking forward to seeing Ewan again, and hopefully feeling him again. Getting a blow job from a cleaner felt good, but feeling Ewan’s cock buried inside my hole would feel even better. I virtually leapt on him when he opened the door. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and pressed my hand to his crotch. He grew hard as we passionately kissed.

Ewan dragged me to his bedroom; well, if he didn’t, I would have dragged him. I heard a rip as I pulled his T-shirt off. He threw me on the bed and pulled off my work trousers. My cock flew up and slapped my belly. Ewan swiftly shoved as much of my cock in his mouth as would fit. I groaned, loving his soft lips on me.

He flipped me over, and I didn’t get a chance to catch my breath before my arse was lubed up and Ewan’s cock was deep inside me, his balls slapping my arse cheeks. I bit his pillow to prevent myself from screaming. It all happened so fast, I felt a little pain, but not much. The scream was more from the shock and the intense pleasure. My lungs rumbled as Ewan fucked me. My hard cock was pointing towards my feet; it wanted to be crushed under my belly, the discomfort enhanced my pleasure, and I felt it leak. It throbbed every time Ewan’s cock prodded my prostate.

Ewan came quickly. Pumping cum inside me. I felt empty when he pulled out, and my cock was still hard. I’d not cum yet. I wondered what else Ewan had in store for me.

He flipped me over and gently stroked me. I looked between us, and his cock was still hard. He lifted my legs and directed his cock back inside my hole. He leaned forward and kissed me as he tenderly moved his hips and his cock, teasing my inside.

Ewan didn’t fuck me this time; he made love to me. From the rough fuck I’d just enjoyed to the gentle strokes that now sent my mind into a fog of pleasure. Please don’t ask me which one I preferred; there was a time and place for both.

I could feel my exposed knob leak and ache. If Ewan’s cock weren’t inside me, I would have touched myself, but I wanted my brain to remain in its blissful state. Occasionally, Ewan would flick my frenulum with his finger. I was in such a fugue state, I didn’t want to leave it and touching myself would make me cum and force me from it.

Ewan’s cock felt so good, he would occasionally kiss me, occasionally flick my nipple, occasionally kiss my neck, all the time, his cock stretched my insides.

My orgasm was now inevitable, and Ewan timed his perfectly. We came together. I sprayed our bodies with my cum while he shot his second load inside me.

Ewan pulled his cock out of me, and we lay next to each other, not speaking. Neither of us felt the need to talk. We both enjoyed the endorphins roaming around our blood. If this is how we feel after not having fucked for a few months, we should abstain more often.

We held on to each other, listening to each other breathing as my cum dried from our chests.

“You’ve become tense,” Ewan said, his hand on my chest, feeling my heart pump. It was true, but I wasn’t sure how he detected it.

“Yes,” I sighed, “They want me to give evidence at the trial.”

“Why does that stress you?” Ewan said softly, teasing it out of me.

“I still don’t remember anything. I’m not sure what I can contribute. They have the men, I just want to put it all behind me and get on with my life.”

“I can understand that. But don’t you want to see the men who deliberately hurt you?” Ewan asked.

“I’m not sure.” I felt confused. “All I remember is leaving the Cremaster Resort and then waking up in the hospital. I never saw anybody, so I don’t know what I can contribute to the trial.”

“They must want you for some reason.” I felt Ewan hold me tighter; it made me feel safe.

“I know,” I sighed. “I just don’t feel ready to try and conjure up memories of what happened. They tried to kill me. I’m trying not to think about it. Every time I try to remember, I become frustrated and angry that my mind has let me down. That gap will always be a mystery to me. I can’t see myself ever remembering.”

“Ollie,” I felt Ewan squeeze me again, “You have to do what is right for you. They have enough evidence against these men. If you can’t face it, don’t do it. But I think you will come to regret it. Face the men. Tell them what you know; it may be important, it may not, but stand up for yourself.”

He was right. Seeing the men might jog my memory. I think that is what was worrying me. It was a horrific moment in my life. What if seeing them made me remember? I suppose I had to face my fears, or there would always be a hole in my mind.

I snuggled into Ewan and smelt his fresh odour. He smelled so good. We never ordered a takeaway. I fell asleep, and Ewan was careful not to wake me. We slept through the night. Ewan was a good friend.

 

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