Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 26: Dad Has To Prove Himself

Summer was ending. College was due to start in a few weeks, and Mum insisted that Louis stop helping me so he could prepare for College. He wasn’t happy. He told Mum that he’s learnt so much more working with me than he ever learnt at school.

“And you’ll learn even more at College,” Mum told him. He was not going to change her mind.

I missed Louis. I enjoyed working with him. Each evening, he would ask me what I did that day and listen intently as I told him. He was really eager to learn, and I promised he could help me out during the school holidays.

Dad and I would also talk in the evenings. He wasn’t working but was busy finalising the new contracts with the hotel and the B&B. He’d been out of work since he felt forced to resign from Cockaigne Construction and spent his time drumming up more business for me and us. He talked me through the draft contract with the hotel. It was very generous and would provide Dad with a regular income. Dad was eager to get started and back to work.

But there was still the question of whether we would be working together or perhaps in competition.

I’d put off the conversation long enough. It was now time to agree on the terms of the new, expanded business. I needed to talk to Dad, but I didn’t want to do it at home. I needed somewhere professional and private where we could both be open and honest. There was no way I could ask Mr Cremaster to borrow an office for a while, and I don’t think Dad would like to go to Vos de Vos for a private chat. And this was the problem.

I approached the hotel, and they allowed me to use their smallest conference room. It wasn’t being used, and I only needed it for an hour or so.

Thoughts had been rolling around my head for weeks. I was my own boss. Did I really want to give that up? If Dad joined, would I feel subservient to him? Do what he told me, like I had to do at home? I wasn’t sure I could do that. But how could it work? The only way I could work with Dad was if I was the boss. But could he cope with this reversal of roles? We could work together, and I would listen to his advice, but the ultimate decision had to be mine. However, there were two main issues we had to address. If he couldn’t agree, then bringing him into the business was doomed.

I met Dad in the foyer, and we went to the small conference room. There was a coffee machine available, and we both made ourselves a cup of coffee. Dad grabbed a small packet of biscuits.

“How the other half live, eh, Ollie.” He munched on the free biscuits.

I sat down at the table, and Dad sat opposite me. I wondered why he didn’t sit next to me.

“Dad,” I took in a deep breath. It was time to be honest. “If we are going to work together, we need to support each other.”

“I agree.” Dad nodded.

“That means you will have to cover for me if ever I’m unavailable.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And you know that I do work for Mr Cremaster and Mr Vos?”

“I know that, Ollie. But you deal with them.”

“I know, but there will be times I need you to go there.”

“I can do Vos de Vos on Mondays when they’re closed,” Dad said.

“But what about if you need to go there when they’re open? Mr Vos has been unhappy with your attitude when you worked there. Several of his patrons complained. You need to be more accommodating, please the patrons while you work.”

Dad looked annoyed, “If they leave me alone, I’ll leave them alone.”

“But that’s it, Dad. You can’t just work there in isolation. Brush them off. You need to play the game. Tease them. Entice them. You don’t need to fuck them or get fucked by them; they love it when you tease them, but never let them have anything.”

“I can try.” Dad brushed off the criticism.

“And then there’s Mr Cremaster. You have to be naked to work there. If I need you to go there, you will have to get naked.”

“But that’s your contract, you deal with him.”

“I know. But what if I’m away on another job and something urgent crops up? What if I’m on holiday? You’ll have to cover for me.”

Dad squirmed. “I suppose I could try.”

“Sorry, Dad. But there is no try. It’s my name on the van. It’s my reputation on the line, so I need to know that you can do it.”

“Okay, Ollie. I can do it.” Dad seemed meeker than he was at home.

“Prove it.” Dad looked confused. “Prove you can work at the Cremaster Resort. Strip naked now.” Dad’s eyes widened. “I’m your son. If you can’t be naked in front of me, then what makes me think you can be naked in front of a bunch of strangers?”

“But it’s easier being naked in front of strangers.”

“But today’s strangers are tomorrow’s acquaintances, and then colleagues and then friends. Nudity is mandatory at Cremaster, and sometimes it helps to get naked at Vos de Vos.” Dad looked nervous. “So if you can’t get naked in front of me, I don’t think this will work.” Did I really want to force my Dad to get naked in front of me, just to let him join me in the business? I had to. We lived in Cockaigne, and my two major contracts involved nudity.

“Ollie, please.” Dad pleaded. “I need to work up to it, but I will do it.”

“What if you’re needed at Cremaster tomorrow. I can’t have him cancelling the contract because you won’t get naked and get on with the work. I’ve worked there a lot. You get used to it very quickly.”

“Will you get naked with me?” Dad asked, hoping that it would be easier if we were both naked.

“No, this is for you to prove you can do this. I don’t have to prove anything. I’ve done it. I’ve had my cock out for the entire resort to see.” Dad flinched when I mentioned my cock. The man opposite wasn’t my father; he was being interviewed for a job that could potentially be my business partner. I needed to know he had the courage to fulfil the responsibilities.

“Ollie!” He pleaded.

“No, Dad. I know you want us to work together; I do too. But we need to work together, we need to do what the other does. We live in Cockaigne, Dad. You need to accept that. Embrace it. I can’t be looking over my shoulder all the time, worried in case you are going to antagonise the customer.”

“I understand, Ollie. I really do. I just hoped I could be eased into it.”

“Sorry, Dad. I need to feel confident in you. I know you can do whatever job you are asked to do. You are better than I am in many ways, and I hope to learn from you. But you also need to learn from me, Dad. I know how difficult this is for you, Dad. But you need to do this. For me, for Louis and Mum.”

Dad took off his light blue polo shirt. He was now bare-chested, but he was still sitting down.

“Take off your shoes and socks,” I said.

Dad did as he was told. There was now no restriction on him pulling down his jeans and underwear to stand before me naked.

He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans. He took them off and stood before me in his tight white briefs. I’d never seen him like this before. He’d come into my bedroom wearing pyjamas, but he never showed any bulge. His bulge looked impressive.

“Now the underwear, Dad,” I emphasised the word, Dad. I needed to remind him that he was getting naked in front of me and not an anonymous nobody.

He was nervous. His left hand went inside his pants and cupped his cock and balls, while his other hand pushed his white briefs to his feet. He kicked them aside and now shielded his crotch with both hands. He looked at the floor, embarrassed at being naked.

“Well done, Dad. But both you and I know that it is not sufficient. You can’t work while your hands are covering your genitals.”

The silence lasted longer than I expected. I was about to speak when Dad removed his hands from his crotch. He now stood exposed in front of me. I looked at his cock. It was soft and hung about four inches from his unruly pubes. His balls hung low.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Dad. Louis really does take after you.” He was a manual worker like I was and had the body of one. Not one of the pot-bellied ones that have let themselves go, but one of those who kept themselves trim, and tanned from working outside with their top off. “I can’t ever remember seeing you naked, Dad. I think this is a first.”

“When you were a toddler, you used to come into the bath with me. You liked it and would giggle when I washed your hair.” Dad seemed to enjoy reminiscing about my younger years.

“I don’t remember any of that.”

“I was always very careful not to get shampoo in your eyes, but when I did, you used to screw up your face. You looked adorable when you did that.”

“Why did we stop?” I asked.

“Well, you grew older, and the bath was getting cramped with both of us in it. Louis also wanted to get in the bath with me. We only tried it once because you got intensely jealous and threw one almighty strop.” Dad laughed as he remembered. “After that, none of us ever bathed together again, and I seemed to just… well, once we stopped being naked around in the bath together, I just got used to not being naked with anybody.”

“Not even, Mum?”

“Of course, your Mum sees me naked, although not so much recently.”

I enjoyed listening to Dad talk about my childhood. We’d never spoken to each other like this before, he opened up to me. I suddenly felt so much closer to him.

“Anyway, Ollie. Do we have an agreement?” Dad was eager to get a decision.

“Yes, and no,” I told him. “We can work together, but I want to remain the boss. The final decision on everything will be mine. But I hope we can both agree on everything, work collaboratively.” I got up from my chair and came around the table. I held out my hand to shake on the agreement.

“Agreed.” Dad smiled and shook my hand. “Can I get dressed now?” He demurred to me.

I stripped in front of him and said we should have another coffee.

We sat naked, drinking coffee, talking about the business. Dad had contacts that might prove helpful; he also had skills I didn’t. Together, we could be an indomitable team.

“There’s just one more thing you need to become comfortable with.” I finished my coffee and placed the mug on the table.

“What’s that?” Dad was curious.

“When you’re working naked, you might get an erection.” I grinned at him.

“Oh!” Dad looked nervous again. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

I laughed, “Don’t worry, Dad. I’m not going to make you get hard now. But just be aware it might happen.”

“Understood, Ollie.”

“But I do have one thing I’d like to ask you. Would you please be more accepting at home when Louis and I are naked? We don’t exactly flaunt it. We’re mainly naked in the bedroom and going to and from the bathroom.” I stood up so he could see all my naked body, and especially my soft seven inches and lose balls. I rubbed my crotch, causing my cock to swing.

Dad looked at my cock. He stood up and showed off his body again. “I’ll try, Ollie.”

I hugged him, holding our bodies against each other. Our cocks touching, “Thanks, Dad.” I hoped this was the beginning of a change in Dad; I hoped he would become more comfortable with his naked body and other naked bodies.

He was relieved when we got dressed and went out to meet the hotel manager. We sat in front of him, with a contract in front of us. I was excited; this was my first official contract. It was also nerve-wracking. A contract meant we had obligations; we couldn’t postpone what they needed us to do to suit our schedules. We had to follow their schedules.

I signed two copies of the contract. Dad and the manager smiled, and we shook hands.

“I look forward to working with you.” The manager told us. “We have a wedding this weekend, and I expect you will be kept busy Sunday evening and Monday morning.

“I’m looking forward to it.” I’d not seen Dad so animated before. He was relieved not to have to work for a large corporation anymore.

 

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