Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 11: A Resting Hole

There’s nothing like a blow job before going to work. Well, getting fucked would have been better, but I’m giving my hole a rest, as per Ewan’s orders. But I did put his half-used tube of lube in my tool belt.

I had a couple of jobs to do today, and then it was the weekend. I decided to take the weekend off to ensure I wasn’t tempted to get fucked. I just had to get through today. Ewan’s voice rattled around my head, ‘You can so no’. I had to learn.

My first job was for another old lady. Old Lady Lovecock recommended me, and I knew nothing would happen. All she wanted from me was to take in the view. I pulled off my T-shirt as soon as I got through the door. I let my shorts hang low off my hips so she could see some bum crack, and at the front, a thin line of pubes was showing.

What the fuck was I doing? I was teasing a little old lady and letting her leer at my body. At least she wasn’t a man who wanted to fuck me.

She kept finding extra little jobs for me, and I figured the longer I stayed with her, the less likely I was going to get fucked today. She had me take down some curtains so she could wash them. The ceilings in her house were high, and I had to stretch to reach them. I was unhooking the curtain hooks when I felt my shorts fall. She giggled when she saw my cock.

“No wonder everyone you work for is satisfied.” I was about to let go of the curtain and pull up my shorts, but she rebuked me. “Don’t let the curtain hang like that; it might rip. Unclip the rest of the hooks first, then pull up your shorts. I don’t want my curtains ruined.”

She watched as I struggled with the hooks; I’d never taken down curtains before. My cock swayed as I fiddled with the hooks.

“May I touch it?” She looked at my cock. “It’s been years since I’ve touched one.”

The request stunned me. I was frozen, something she took to be my agreement. She came over and held my soft cock in her hand.

“It feels so soft and smooth. My dear departed husband had a beautiful penis. I do miss it. His wasn’t as big as yours, of course. But it was as thick.” She smiled, “I can feel it getting bigger and harder. Is this making you excited?”

I gulped and nodded my head.

“It’s been even longer since I’ve seen an erection. I can see plenty of naked men when I go into town, but they are all soft. The action tends to happen later, when I’m at home and getting ready for bed. I can’t stay up late like I used to.”

As she spoke, she kept stroking me. I was hard and starting to leak.

“I hope you don’t mind me speaking to you about this?”

She hopes I don’t mind her talking about it! What about her leisurely stroking my cock? I grunted.

“Of course, as we got older, it got more difficult for my husband to get an erection. You’re young and have no trouble at all. But my dear husband couldn’t manage it for his last ten years. Shame really, as I never lost interest. I don’t think he really did; he just lost the ability. But we were happy together.”

I grunted, and my body jerked. I was getting closer.

“I do miss him. It’s been nearly two years since he died.”

Shit! I was going to cum. I grunted, and my body shivered as my cock lurched in her hand and I shot cum over her carpet. She kept stroking me until the flow of cum ebbed away.

“Oh dear, Ollie. You’ve made a mess. That won’t do. No one told me how sloppy you were.”

I fumbled with the curtain, rushing to unhook it. “I’ll clean up, Ma’am. I promise. Once I’ve got this curtain down, I’ll sponge it up. You won’t know it was ever there.” I was nervous she might spread gossip about me being a messy workman.

“Yes, hurry up with that curtain. I want to put it in the washer so I can get it dry before this evening. I hope you’ll come back tomorrow to put it back up.”

“Yes, of course.” Damn, I wanted the weekend off.

I had finally unhooked the curtain and passed it to her. She went into the kitchen and stuffed it in the washing machine. I looked around for my shorts. I couldn’t see them. I checked behind the furniture in case they had been kicked aside as I struggled with the curtain.

“Mrs Green!” I called to her. “Do you know where my shorts are?”

She came back in the room, “On the floor, dear, where you left them.” She looked around the room.

“I can’t find them.” I kept searching.

“I remember now, I picked them up and was going to hand them back to you, but you gave me my curtains and I put them in the washer.” She put her hand to her mouth, “Oh! I think I’ve put them in the washer with the curtains.”

I tried to contain my annoyance. I could have shouted at her for making such a silly mistake. But I reasoned that she was old and forgetful.

“I’ve put it on a gentle cycle and will take about three hours to finish, then another hour to dry them. Can you wait four hours?”

“I have another job, Mrs Green.” I was frustrated. “I can’t go to my next job naked.”

“Don’t be silly, Ollie. This is Cockaigne, you can go naked.”

“Well, let me put it this way. I’m not comfortable going naked to my next job.” I grabbed my phone and called Mr Finch. “Good morning, Mr Finch. I’m just ringing to see if we can postpone the job until next week.”

He wasn’t happy. “I chose you because you were available today. When you took the job, I explained that we are having visitors and the room needed fixing.”

“Okay, Mr Finch. I’ll be around when we agreed.”

Shit!

“You still need to clean your mess, Ollie.” Mrs Green pointed to my cum gradually drying into the carpet.

I went to my van to fetch a bucket and a cloth. Using the kitchen sink, I put some lukewarm water into he bucket and wet my cloth.

I knelt on the carpet and started to clean up my cum. I rinsed the cloth and went over the spot again to ensure I’d got everything up.

Mrs Green crept behind me. I felt her pull apart my buttocks, “Don’t move, Ollie.” She demanded when I flinched. “I thought so. I looked at your behind and saw a glimpse of the opening to your back passage. It looks very sore, Ollie.” She removed her hands and sat on her sofa. “You need to be more careful, Ollie. My poor dear departed husband occasionally enjoyed getting pleasure from that part of his anatomy, so I’m quite accustomed to nursing the damage caused. One time, he came home with a small tear on his anus. I used to clean it daily, but the antiseptic I used on it would sting. He always complained, but I told him that it was his own fault.”

“I’ve learnt my lesson, Mrs Green and have decided to be more careful. I have a friend who explained how not to damage myself.”

“Good boy.”

I checked the time. I needed to get to my next job. I put on my T-shirt, but it didn’t cover me. It only reached my pubes; my cock was still on full display.

I clipped my tool belt around my waist, gathered my tools, and left.

 

I was embarrassed when I greeted Mr Finch with my cock dangling between my legs. He never said anything; I suppose he thought it was how I preferred to dress in Cockaigne. His wife couldn’t take her eyes off me, making excuse after excuse to disturb me. I finished the job as quickly as possible and got back into my van.

I called Louis, “Are you home?”

“Hello to you, too, brother.”

“Quit being funny and tell me if you’re home.”

“Yes, I’m home.”

“Is Dad there?” I hoped not. If he wasn’t, I could go back as I was. Mum and Louis wouldn’t mind, especially after what happened the other night.

“Yeah, he got home early today.”

“Shit! I need you to do me a favour. Don’t ask any questions, and I’ll tell you about it later.” Louis grunted his agreement. “I need you to grab a pair of my work shorts and bring them to the end of the road. I’ll wait there for you.”

Louis laughed and kept laughing.

“Louis,” I called down the phone. “Louis, pack it in. I need to know that you’ll do it.”

“And what am I supposed to tell them if they catch me sneaking out of the house holding a pair of your shorts?”

“Tell Dad that you’re a pervert who likes stealing my clothes and sniffing them.” It was now my turn to laugh, “He’ll easily believe that.”

“Fuck off, Ollie. Do you want my help or not?”

“Yes, please. Will you do it? You’re good at sneaking around.”

“I need to time it right. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be at the end of the road.”

“Thanks, Louis. You’re a lifesaver. I’m about five minutes away. I’ll see you when you get there.”

I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to have an awkward conversation with Dad. It didn’t take long to reach the rendezvous point, and I pulled over and waited.

After a few minutes, I spotted Louis walking towards me. He was chuckling and started waving my shorts around when he saw me. I got out of the car, and he laughed harder when he saw that I was only wearing my T-shirt and my cock was hanging loose.

“Here you go,” he threw my shorts at me, and I pulled them on. “I’m going to love hearing about this. Dad’s in a bad mood by the way.”

“Why?” I huffed as I tucked my cock into my shorts and buttoned them up.

“Fuck knows. Work probably.”

I gave Louis a lift back to the house. I felt better now that I was wearing shorts again.

Dad shouted the moment he heard the door shut.

“Ollie, get in here!” What the fuck had I done now?

Louis gave me a concerned look and slinked up the stairs to get out of the way. I gingerly walked into the living room.

“Have you taken a job for Cremaster?” He was angry.

“Yes. It’s only one day a week for the moment, but it might lead to more.” Everyone in Cockaigne was aware of Cremaster Freedom Resort and its mandatory nudity. I thought that was his problem, me being naked while working.

“My boss called me to his office this afternoon and chewed me out. He’s furious.”

“Why?” I couldn’t understand why his boss would be angry about me doing some minor maintenance work one day a week.

“Do you know how long he’s been schmoozing old Cremaster? He’s not going to live forever, and they have been eyeing the place for major redevelopment. Then you, Odd Job Ollie,” he mimicked a small boy to belittle me, “Little Odd Job Ollie, steps in and starts maintaining the place. The more it goes to rack and ruin, the more likely he will sell. Plus, they wanted to negotiate their own maintenance contract to keep their foot in the door. Now you have fucked all that up!”

“I’m just trying to earn a living, Dad. CC are big enough that they don’t need a small maintenance contract; it won’t make them any money. Mr Cremaster may still sell, or his family might when he passes away.”

“Don’t be stupid, Ollie. If that place is well-maintained, it is a going concern and a gold mine. But CC want to build a theme park. You are in the way of that.”

Dad looked tired and defeated; he put his head in his hands. I thought about what he said. Although he was angry, a well-disguised compliment was evident in what he said. He said that if the resort was well-maintained. He knew I was good at what I did.

“Will you give up the job. You can still be Odd Job Ollie, but will you stop working for Cremaster?” He didn’t look at me when he asked the question.

I thought a moment, “No, Dad. It wouldn’t be fair.”

Dad stood up and hugged me. “You’re a good boy, Ollie. My boss made me ask you. I’m sorry I put you in that position.” He held me tight. “I’m proud of you.”

Dad sat back down, his eyes were red.

“Are they going to make things difficult for you at CC?”

“They’ve been making things difficult since you went freelance. They’re afraid of you, Ollie.”

“Why?” I guffawed. That was ridiculous.

“First, because you’re good. And second, you are competition.”

“I’m just one man, I can’t compete against a big firm like Cockaigne Construction.”

“Not now, Ollie. But perhaps you start to expand,” he lowered his voice so Louis couldn’t hear who he knew would be eavesdropping. “What if Louis joins the business. What if you get some others from his course, preventing CC from recruiting the best apprentices? If you got the good ones, they would be left with the dross, the mediocre and the plain bad.”

I couldn’t believe that I could become a threat to Cockaigne Construction. I couldn’t believe Dad was proud of me and respected what I did. I had thought about asking Louis to join me when he finished college, but that depended on the amount of work I got. It would be good to work together.

“Dad, I’m not thinking of doing any of that. I want to stay a one-man band or keep it in the family. I’m not thinking of turning my little business into a massive enterprise. I like getting my hands dirty, I don’t want to expand and turn myself into a pen pusher.”

“You don’t know how it will develop, Ollie.”

“It’s not fair that you’re taking the heat for my decisions. If you want me to do anything different, just tell me. I want to make things easier for you.”

“Don’t you dare, Ollie. If my boss keeps wringing me out, I’ll deal with it, but I hope he’ll calm down soon.”

“Seriously, Dad. If you ever want anything, just ask. Please.”

“I will, Ollie. Let’s just try to have a relaxing weekend and forget about work.”

“I only have a small job tomorrow morning for Mrs Green. It won’t take long. Then I’m taking the rest of the weekend off.”

“You deserve a rest. You’ve been working hard lately. Now go upstairs, I’m sure Louis will want to know what he couldn’t hear.” Dad grinned.

I laughed when I saw Louis sitting on the top step.

 

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