Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 13: Conor Concedes

I was being shaken. I was woken up by my brother shaking me.

“Will you shut the fuck up!” Louis was standing over me. The room was dark, but I could tell he was naked.

“What?” I groaned as I was shaken awake.

“How do you expect me to sleep with you snoring like a pig? Every fucking time you have too many drinks.”

“Sorry,” I groaned and turned over, wanting to go back to sleep.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Louis kept shaking me. “Let me get to sleep before you start snoring again.”

I was now awake and felt the pressure of the several pints of lager I had drunk press against my bladder.

“Fuck.” I grunted and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I staggered a little as I made my way to the bathroom. My cock was hard, and with one hand, I braced myself as I pointed my cock so I could pee in the bowl.

I didn’t bother to flush. I went back to our bedroom and flopped back on my bed. But my hand couldn’t leave my cock. Despite being half asleep, I started to stroke my cock.

“Oh really, Ollie!” Louis huffed from his side of the room.

I could hear him turn over to face away from me. But he didn’t settle. I could hear him huffing and turning over again. It didn’t take me long to cum, it was a fast, perfunctory wank to get rid of my erection. I groaned as I came and shot spunk up my chest.

“Finally!” Louis huffed and turned over again.

Sunday was a relaxing day. I slept in and woke refreshed with no evidence of a hangover. Louis was out somewhere, and when I went downstairs, Mum told me he was in a bad mood. Apparently, he didn’t get much sleep last night. I wondered how much longer we would have to share a room. It would be nice to have my own place, but I couldn’t afford it yet.

I always set myself up at the dining table on Sundays to do my admin, which includes sending out bills, checking who has paid, and following up with those who haven’t. Then I would check my diary for the week ahead. I felt my cock lurch when I checked Wednesday, all day at the Cremaster Freedom Resort. My arse was looking forward to meeting Arthur again.

Late afternoon, I received a message from Ewan. He invited me round to his flat.

I was just about to reply when there was a knock at the door. Dad opened the door, and I heard a man ask for me.

“You’re Mr Vos.” I heard Dad say.

“Yes, I wonder if Ollie is available?” Dad looked at him blankly. “He does live here, I understand.”

“Yes. Come in.” I heard Dad shut the door “I’m his father. What’s this all about?”

“I would like him to do some work for me.”

I heard Dad sigh, and he brought the man through to the dining room where I was working. I stood up and shook his hand, “I’m Ollie. What can I do for you?” I smiled graciously.

Dad slinked out of the room, but he left the door open. I suspect he wanted to listen as he looked at Mr Vos suspiciously.

I pulled out a dining chair for him, and we sat down.

“I run a small establishment just off the high street. I need some urgent repairs done, and my usual people have let me down. My premises are closed on Mondays, which is when we conduct all our maintenance. However, yesterday we had a particularly raucous group arrive, and some damage was done. Accidentally, of course,” he smiled charmingly. He spoke with a strong Dutch accent and looked handsome. A definite DILF. Beneath his loose shirt, I suspect there was a hard, muscular chest.

I picked up my phone and checked my calendar. “How long do you need me?”

“All day. There’s quite a bit to do.” He smiled.

“I have a small job tomorrow, but I might be able to rearrange until Tuesday. Give me a moment to call them.” I dialled the number. “What is this job?” I asked as it rang, but he didn’t have time to answer. The person on the other end of the phone answered. They didn’t mind postponing until the next day.

Mr Vos explained that there would be a bit of carpentry, which delighted me as it was my speciality. I didn’t pay much attention to the rest as I loved working with wood. I did hear the words cleaning and decoration. Still, he also mentioned that if he liked my work and if I was available every Monday, there was the possibility of a regular contract. I tried to contain my excitement.

I made a note of the address and the name of the place, Vos De Vos. I rose from my chair, shook his hand again with a broad smile, and showed him out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad sneak into the kitchen. He had been eavesdropping. It must run in the family; Louis was always eavesdropping.

Dad reappeared the moment I shut the front door.

“And so it begins.” He said devilishly.

“What do you mean?” I furrowed my brow as I turned to look at him.

We went back into the dining room. “You have no idea who that was, do you?”

“Mr Vos,” I said.

“And what do you know of his establishment?”

“Nothing, I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Vos De Vos is the premier gay sauna in Cockaigne.”

“Oh. I didn’t know. But it will be closed when I’m working there, so I won’t be involved in anything that goes on there.”

“And do you know who usually does his repairs and maintenance?”

“No idea. But they can’t be any good if he is looking for someone else.” I smiled, thinking I was being smart.

Dad raised an eyebrow.

I furrowed my brow.

My eyes widened when the penny dropped. “You’re fucking kidding me?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, Dad. I’ll do tomorrow, but if he offers me more work, I’ll turn it down.”

“Don’t you dare.” Dad was deadly serious. “If CC can’t get its act together and look after its customers, they deserve to lose them. Yes, I’ll get more shit from my boss, but it might be the kick up the arse they need.”

“Are you sure, Dad?”

“I’m positive. But don’t get sucked into the gay sauna. It can be quite overwhelming. I went there once when I was covering for someone. It’s a lovely place, but what the men get up to is not vanilla, and you will find semen in the most unusual places.”

What the hell had I signed up for? But I was intrigued.

 

Once I’d finished my work and we’d eaten, I made my way to Ewan’s flat. I’d warned Mum and Dad that I probably wouldn’t be home tonight, despite Ewan not asking me to stay over. It was hope more than anything, and I wanted him to fill my arse.

Ewan let me in and immediately gave me a bottle of lager. There was no kiss or hug when we met; we weren’t boyfriends. I didn’t know what we were. Definitely friends, and friends who fucked.

There wasn’t anything on television worth watching, so Ewan turned the channel to Le Tour de France, and we occasionally glanced at the men in Lycra as we chatted, neither of us being particularly interested in cycling. Still, we like to see the men in the tight-fitting suits.

“Have you ever been to Vos De Vos?” I asked, and Ewan spat out his beer.

“What the fuck brought that on?” Ewan choked, “I’m not sure you’re ready to go there yet.”

“Well, I’m going tomorrow.” If Ewan had been drinking his beer, he would have spat it out again.”

When he’d finished choking, Ewan looked confused. “Hang on, it’s closed on Mondays for maintenance.” He thought a moment, “Oh, you have a job there. If you went there when they were open, you’d come out with a sore cock and bruised hole.”

I laughed.

“Talking of sore holes…” Ewan grinned, “Let me take a look.”

I didn’t need to, but I stripped naked in his living room, bent over and spread my cheeks. Ewan poked at my hole. It tickled, and my cock reacted and fluffed up.

“I think it looks fine.” He slapped my arse and I straightened up, and turned to him, laughing, my cock slapping my thigh and swinging. “I now clear you to continue your sex life, but in moderation and while using an abundance of lube.” He tried to sound official but couldn’t help smirking.

“Would you like to show me how it should be properly done?”

Ewan grabbed my cock and stroked it to full hardness, “I would be honoured. But when am I going to have the pleasure of feeling this inside me?”

I leaned forward and we kissed, his hand still stroking me. “When I feel the need to fuck. But now I feel the need to be fucked.”

Ewan pushed me away, “Then get your sorry, sore arse into he bedroom.” He slapped my arse and I giggled as I skipped into his bedroom. Ewan looked like he was going to jump on me and fuck me raw, when there was a knock on his door.

“Sush.” Ewan pressed his finger to his lips. “I’ll get rid of them.” He grabbed his crotch and groaned. “I’ll have to be a little more patient,” he said to himself.

He left me naked on his bed, waiting to be fucked, and answered the door.

Fucking hell, it was Conor. Ewan had left the door ajar, and I could hear everything in his tiny flat.

“Is your offer still open?” Conor said, “I just need to get it over with. But Ollie can never know. I don’t want him thinking I go about fucking men. He might want me to fuck him, and I could never do that.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t.”

“You’re probably right, but I’m sick of wanking. I need to feel my cock in someone. At this moment, it doesn’t care who.”

“Come in and grab a beer so we can talk.”

“There’s nothing to fucking talk about, just pull those shorts down and let me shove it up you.” Conor sounded impatient.

“I’m not going to let you fuck me unless I also get something out of it. Now, get inside and grab a beer from the fridge. I’ll join you in a moment.”

Ewan entered his bedroom and shut the door. “He wants to fuck me.”

“I heard.” My cock had wilted while Conor displayed his desires.

“What do we do? If he knows you’re here, he’ll be mortified.”

I grinned, “Let me get up and see him.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I’m not getting in between your friendship. He can fuck me on the sofa.” Ewan began to strip.

“And what do I do while Conor is fucking you?” I grumbled.

“Have a wank.” Ewan was now naked, his cock was hard, and I jumped up and sucked it into my mouth before he had a chance to avoid me. He stepped back, and his cock slipped from my lips. “Now be a good boy. I won’t be long. Conor will be shooting inside me the moment he fills me. Ten minutes at most, and that includes foreplay.”

“Foreplay,” I stifled a chuckle, “Conor doesn’t do foreplay, that’s why no woman will have him.”

Ewan pressed his finger to his lips again. I was to remain quiet. He left and shut the bedroom door. But I wasn’t going to lie here and be bored while Conor fucked Ewan. I got off the bed and quietly opened the bedroom door an inch. I looked through the gap.

“Fuck, Ewan! I don’t want to see your cock.” Conor sounded disgusted. I don’t know why, as he’d seen many cocks in the locker room.

“Not only will you see my cock, you will touch it, make it hard and make it cum. I want my fun too.”

I saw Ewan reach Conor, grab his hand and place it on his cock. “Now get naked.” He pecked Conor on the lips. He flinched at having another man’s lips on his.

Conor finally pulled away. Ewan stripped a stunned Conor. He wasn’t the active lover he always claimed to be; he let Ewan strip him while he stood stunned.

He was already hard when his cock was finally revealed. I’d never seen my best friend hard before, and my cock throbbed. I stroked it while I looked at Conor. Fuck! I was wanking over my best friend. What the fuck was I doing?

Ewan kissed him again as they stroked each other. “You know how to handle a cock, Conor. You have a soft, yet firm touch.”

Ewan’s words caused Conor to release his cock.

“Put it back.” Ewan demanded, “It feels good.”

Reluctantly, Conor held Ewan’s cock again and stroked.

“Your cock is leaking, Conor.” Ewan captured Conor’s precum on his fingers and pushed them into Conor’s mouth. He sucked on Ewan’s fingers. Ewan then collected his own precum and fed that to Conor. I don’t think he realised. “I want to feel your lips on my cock.”

Conor went rigid. Had Ewan gone too far?

“I won’t let you fuck me until I feel your lips on my cock.” He was testing how desperate Conor was. “I’ll tell you what.” Ewan began to reason with Conor, “I’ll suck you a while first, then you can suck me a while. Agreed?”

Ewan lowered himself and lapped at Conor’s hard cock. He licked it, he flicked it. Then he sucked it, making Conor take in a deep breath.

Conor grabbed Ewan’s hair and tried to fuck his face, but Ewan pulled back. It was apparent he was in control. Conor was his plaything.

“Your turn.” Ewan stood up.

I never thought I’d see my best friend fall to his knees and put another man’s cock into his mouth, but that’s what he did. He sucked Ewan’s cock and wasn’t disgusted. He seemed to be enjoying it.

Ewan had to pull Conor off his cock before he came.

“Before I allow you to fuck me, I want to show you what pleasure the arsehole can give a man.”

Ewan grabbed Conor and made him kneel, doggy style, on the floor. Ewan was behind him, spreading his buttocks and lapping at his arsehole.

Conor squealed. I knew how good Ewan’s tongue felt on my arse. Conor was in for a treat.

I couldn’t see much, just a Naked Ewan behind Conor, but from the yelps and squeals, Conor was enjoying himself. I realised Ewan was now probing Conor’s arse with his fingers as his squeals went up an octave. I kept stroking my cock as Ewan fingered Conor.

“Shit, Ewan! That feels so good.” Conor grunted as Ewan thrust his fingers inside him.

I have no idea where the lube came from, but Ewan was rubbing it down his shaft and then pushed some inside Conor.

My hand was frantically stroking my cock. Ewan was turning the tables on Conor, and I was about to watch my best friend get fucked. Ewan was very persuasive.

I couldn’t see it happen, but I knew when it did. Conor exhaled a low guttural grunt, but he didn’t stop it from happening. Ewan wasn’t restraining Conor; he could have easily got up and run from the building, but he allowed Ewan to force his cock inside his virgin arse.

Ewan fucked Conor on the carpet. I shot my cum over his door as I watched. I stifled my grunts and groans, but over the loud noises coming from Ewan and Conor, I doubt they would have heard me.

Conor came next. I heard him. And then Ewan spewed his spunk inside Conor.

Ewan pulled out of Conor, who jumped to his feet. He rushed to get dressed and dashed to the door. Ewan grabbed his arm. “You were a great fuck.” Ewan told him.

“Don’t tell anyone.” Conor pleaded and ran out of the flat.

Ewan locked his door and came to see me in the bedroom. He saw the mess I’d made and laughed. We didn’t fuck. But we slept together that night.

 

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