Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 30: A New Name

Dad woke me and Louis up early on Tuesday morning. I came in late, having gone out for a drink with Conor and Ewan. Louis was asleep when I went to bed.

I was shaken awake by Dad wearing only his tight white briefs. He told me that we needed to talk. He’d had an idea.

He went over to Louis and shook him awake. I got out of bed and stretched to shake off my sleepiness. Dad looked over and seemed less upset by my nakedness. Louis groaned. It was early for him. He pushed his bedclothes from his body and showed Dad his morning erection. Louis reached for his stiff cock and squeezed it. Still, Dad wasn’t freaked out. I hope our chat got through to him.

“I’ve had a great idea!” Dad sounded excited. “Meet me downstairs, I’ll put the coffee on.” Dad left us and went downstairs in nothing but his white briefs.

“What the fuck!” Louis glanced at the clock, “It’s barely six o’clock.”

“Come on.” I sighed and, without even thinking about it, I went downstairs, naked. Louis followed me.

Mum was still asleep, but I suspected she would wake soon as she smelt the coffee brewing. Dad didn’t make any comment about Louis and me walking naked into the kitchen. He poured us both a coffee. I thought it strange as Louis very rarely drank coffee. He didn’t say anything. I think he appreciated being treated like a man at last.

I don’t know what it was, but Louis looked different. He seemed more confident, more sure of himself.

Dad sat opposite us, a mug of coffee in his hands. “I’ve had an idea about a possible name. How about ‘Ollie and Co.’ The ‘Co’ can mean company as in people or company as in business.”

Dad was doing his best to ensure it was still my business. I could see it in his eyes. He was doing his best not to take over, and for the first time, I saw him as a man. Not as a father. But he was my Dad, and I felt my love for him surge. He knew he could easily take over, and I would let him. He was my Dad, and I would do what he thought was best. But he wasn’t treating me like a little kid, and he always knew what was better for me. He was treating me like a man, an equal.

I have to admit that I liked his idea. But my ego wasn’t fragile enough to insist my name was still in the company’s name.

“Not bad, Dad. But is it good enough to wake us up early to tell us?”

“I thought so,” Dad smiled, still excited by his idea.

I looked at Louis, whose eyelids were still half-closed. “Could you have enjoyed a few more hours’ sleep before Dad told us his ideas?” I asked him.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Louis swore in front of Dad; he hated us swearing. “Can I go back to bed?” Louis stood up and exposed his cock and balls to our father. Dad stood up, showing us the bulge in his white briefs.

“Please, Louis. It’s your future. Let’s discuss it.” Dad said.

Louis sat back down and grimaced as he took another sip of coffee. He wasn’t used to drinking it.

“I don’t care!” Louis groaned. “I just want to sleep.”

“I’ve been thinking about it, too. I’ve considered what you said about the odd job description, and I’m not comfortable with my name being in it if it is going to be a family business, and a big business, which it might become.”

“Sorry for waking you up.” Dad sighed. “I thought it was a good idea.”

“It was. It is.” I told Dad as Louis yawned. “I’ve not thought about the ‘& Co’ bit. I like it.”

Louis supped his coffee again and grimaced again. “Can I go back to bed?” Louis stood up, and I pushed him back down to his chair.

“I’ve been thinking too, Dad. I’ve been thinking about ‘Odd Job Ollie’ and you’re right. If this is going to be a serious business, making enough money to support us all, we can’t be an ‘Odd Job’ company. So, how about we mix my idea and yours?” I looked at Dad, trying to ignore Louis’ fidgeting and yawning.

“What’s your idea?” Dad asked me.

“Well, I thought about turning the ‘Odd Job Ollie’ name into initials. ‘OJO’. And if we use your idea, we get OJO & Co.” I sat back in my chair feeling pleased with myself. “I like it. What do you think, Louis?”

“I’d prefer Louis & Co., but it’s okay, I suppose.” He wasn’t enthusiastic, but he was still half asleep.

“I love it!” Dad declared. “Let’s think about it for a few days, and if we still like it, let’s do it.”

“Agreed!” I nodded my head.

“Great!” Louis stood up and huffed. “I’m going back to bed.” His cock had softened, and he absentmindedly tugged at it. He turned and walked away, back upstairs and back into bed.

Dad and I kept smiling at each other, “We work together well, Ollie.”

“We do. I’m confident that this is going to work. We are going to build this business up and be a great success.”

I stood up, and Dad did too; I hugged him. I could feel his bulge press against my cock. It felt firm. When we stopped hugging, I looked down at his crotch. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited.” His cock looked half hard.

Dad laughed and squeezed his bulge.

“I’m going to grab another hour in bed. See you later.” I was about to leave, but I turned back for a moment, “It was worth getting us up for. When you have a good idea, you need to share it.” I made my way back to bed. But there was no chance of getting any more sleep; Louis was grumbling and tossing and turning under his duvet.

I gave up trying to rest and got back up. Mr Cremaster wanted me all day, but it was still a little early. Dad was still up and still only wearing his briefs. If I were going to be naked all day at the resort, I couldn’t see the point in dressing this morning.

Dad didn’t bat an eyelid when I came back down, naked. He was due at the Cockaigne Hotel, but not for a few hours. He was in the kitchen, cooking some scrambled eggs.

“Do you want some, Ollie?”

“Thanks, Dad.” I sat at the kitchen table, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cook before.” I commented.

“This is all I can do. And I don’t really call it cooking.”

Dad put a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me and then cooked some more for himself.

 

I decided to leave early, make an early start at the Cremaster Resort. I put on my tool belt and was about to leave when Mum came downstairs.

“You look so cute in just your tool belt, Ollie.” She looked at my naked arse. I turned to look at her, my cock swinging and slapping my thigh. “I think you have a tool that needs securing.”

I looked at my soft seven inches and laughed.

“Bye, Mum.”

When I arrived at the resort, I had to open the gate myself to let myself in. I parked up and went to reception. It was empty. The usual young blond man wasn’t there. I went into the back room and saw him and Arthur.

My cock thickened as I saw the blond fucking Arthur.

The camp blond twink was fucking the middle-aged bear. Arthur looked at me, “Don’t be so fucking surprised, Ollie. I take it as much as I give it.” He looked at my hardening cock, “But don’t get any ideas. I’m not letting that massive thing anywhere near my arse.”

“I would.” The blond twink winked at me.

“I never asked,” I said flatly, jealous of him. Jealous that he was being fucked and I wasn’t.

“Don’t pout, Ollie. When he’s finished, I’ll sort you out.”

My cock was now hard, and I stroked it as I watched Arthur get fucked. The twink grunted and dumped his load in Arthur’s arse. I rushed over, almost panting like a puppy waiting for a treat.

Arthur straightened up, and I took up his position, bending over the back of the chair. The twink went to the stand by the door, watching us and keeping an eye on the reception in case anyone came in.

I felt Arthur’s cock against my hole, and he gently eased it in.

Fuck! It felt so good. My cock was leaking and slapping my thighs as it flailed in front of me. Arthur knew how to fuck a guy. His cock touched and prodded that special spot inside me that had my cock lurching and spewing cum down the back of the chair.

Arthur grunted and came inside me. He slapped my arse as he pulled out.

“We’d better go see Mr Cremaster.” I followed Arthur as he took me to the owner’s private apartment.

The old man was sitting naked on a comfortable high-backed chair that made him look smaller than he was. A pot of tea was on a side table, and he took a sip from a dainty bone China cup. A plate holding a half-eaten crumpet was next to the teapot.

When we came in, he smiled at us. “I hope you enjoyed yourselves.” He reached for a couple of small towels and handed them to us. “Sit on these. I don’t want you both leaking on my furniture.

The man seemed to know everything that was happening at his resort.

“I’m glad you’re early, Ollie. It will give us more time to talk. He fidgeted and put down his cup.” He looked at Arthur, “Pour this young man a cup of tea, Arthur.”

He huffed and poured me a cup of tea. He didn’t ask me how I took my tea. He just put in a splash of milk and passed it to me, almost spilling some into the saucer.

“I want to talk about the cabin you are renovating. Young men have always preferred that cabin as it is on the edge of the resort. It provides them with easy access to the lake and the forest for hiking. They also like it because they can be noisy and get any complaints from the families staying here.”

“I think it’s a good location. I’ve been enjoying working there. I’ve even taken advantage of the lake a few times.”

“I’m glad, Ollie. Now that you’ve done a good job with the structure, we move on to the interior, which is why I asked to speak with you. You’re the type of young man who is likely to book the cabin, so I’d love your input on decorating the inside. Many of my cabins have the woman’s touch, but I want this cabin to have the young man’s touch.”

“I’d be happy to help.” I laughed, “I’ve never given my opinion of curtains and cushions before.”

Mr Cremaster smiled. “Get the catalogues, Arthur, and give them to Ollie.”

Arthur huffed again and got up. I noticed a damp patch on the towel where he had been sitting.

“He’ll never pass up a chance to let that young boy on the front desk fuck him. I think he’s got a soft spot for him.” Mr Cremaster whispered, but Arthur had heard.

“He’s young enough to be my son. I don’t have a soft spot for him.” Arthur grumbled. “Here.” He pushed the catalogues into my hands.

“So, Ollie. Tell me how you would want the cabin to look if you rented it for a fortnight.”

I considered it, “I’d like it to be minimalist. Not fussy and not too many things that could get knocked off and broken. If it’s a holiday home, it needs to be practical. I also like bare wood. I wouldn’t do much with the walls; the bare wood would link it to the forest and make you almost feel like you were in it. Perhaps a few woodland pictures on the wall to further link the cabin to its position.”

“I like your thinking. What about curtains? It will need curtains. Or would you suggest blinds?”

“It depends on how much you’re willing to spend. Curtains would be cheaper, but wooden shutter blinds would look brilliant.”

“I agree. Shutter blinds it is. Are you able to make them?”

My face lit up. “Woodwork is my speciality. It would be a pleasure to make them.”

“Good, then buy what you need and put it on my account and get to work.” Mr Cremaster’s face lit up, knowing he’d made me happy. He reached for his cup of tea and took another sip.

We didn’t look at the catalogues. I gave them back to Arthur, I stood up and took the towel from my chair.

“Sorry about this.” I showed him the damp patch where Arthur’s cum had leaked from my arse.

“Don’t worry, Arthur always deposits a large load. I’m surprised it hasn’t started to reduce as he got older.”

“How long has he worked here?” I asked.

“Since he was sixteen. He used to look after the reception, and he’s been invaluable to me since then. He is very versatile.” Mr Cremaster winked at me. Arthur glared at is. “I think I’ve embarrassed him. He used to be a skinny twink, but working here turned him into a muscled, hairy hunk.”

I noticed Mr Cremaster gave his limp cock a tug. I suspected he was unable to get hard because of his age.

“Now get going, young, Ollie.” He smiled at me, “Put those hands to work and make me some shutter blinds.”

 

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