Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 12: Getting His Shorts Back

I planned to meet Conor and Ewan at the Cock and Balls Pub in the evening. Before then, I had to visit Mrs Green. I thought it would be a quick and straightforward job of re-hanging her curtains and picking up my shorts. I’d brought Louis with me as we were going into town afterwards; he wanted to get some new clothes. All his friends were busy, so I agreed to go with him on the condition that he help me put the old lady’s curtains back up.

“Good morning, Ollie.” She beamed when she opened the door. “And who is this handsome young man?” She looked at Louis, who was standing beside me.

“This is Louis, my brother. He’s here to help me out.” I introduced him.

“I’ve just finished ironing the curtains so they are ready for you.”

Louis and I went inside and busied ourselves with the curtains; he held the weight of them while I stretched to hook them on the curtain pole. It was much easier with Louis helping.

It only took a few minutes to get the job done, and Mrs Green came into the living room holding my freshly laundered and neatly folded work shorts.

“Now, Ollie. I’m sorry for my little mistake yesterday, I can be a little scatty sometimes.” She held out my shorts, and I took them from her. “I’m worried that they may have shrunk a little.”

I unfolded my shorts, and they looked okay. “They seem fine. Thank you, Mrs Green.”

“Please try them on to make sure. I’d be worried all day unless I know they still fit.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” I didn’t want to take off my jeans and try them on, as usual, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I wonder if she knew that.

“I insist, Ollie. I need to know they still fit.”

I glanced at Louis, who was grinning. “Go on, Ollie. They do look a little small.” The cheeky shit was joining in with the conspiracy to get my jeans off.

It was no easy task. I had to take off my trainers to take off my jeans. I knew I wasn’t going to get out of here without trying on those damn shorts.

I sat on the sofa and unlaced my trainers. Louis and the old lady kept looking at me. I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans. I sighed before I pulled them down, releasing my soft seven inches.

“Oh, you poor boy.” She feigned surprise, “Don’t you own any underwear? Is that why you’re working so hard?”

“No, Ma’am. I just prefer not to wear any. I do have some, but I rarely wear them.”

“I can confirm that he never wears his underwear.” Louis laughed. “Unlike me, I’m a good boy.” Louis snapped the elastic of his white briefs.

Mrs Green had picked up my shorts, and I expected her to hand them back to me. “Why not, Ollie?”

I was standing in the middle of her living room, wearing just a tight-fitting T-shirt and socks, and she was asking me about my underwear, or the lack thereof. Both she and Louis kept looking at my cock. “I find them uncomfortable. I prefer to let things hang free.” I didn’t want to get into a conversation about how confined I felt when I stuffed my long cock into underpants. Did I really need to explain the problems of having a massive cock?

“I suppose it could be awkward.” She agreed. “But while you are like that, let me check your injury. I want to make sure that you’re healing. You need looking after, Ollie. It’s a good job you came here.” She turned to Louis, “Don’t you look after him?”

“He won’t let me.” Louis grinned. “Where is his injury? He’s not mentioned getting hurt to me.”

“Let me show you, young man.” Mrs Green turned to me, “Please bend over, Ollie and pull your cheeks apart.”

Fuck! She was going to make me expose my hole again. And now my little brother Louis was in the room. There is no way the old lady is going to let this go. I did what she said.

“Come here, young man.” She pulled Louis behind me, showing him my hole. “Your brother is a little sore.” She touched my hole, making my cock twitch and grow. “See how red it is?”

“I do. Does he need some cream to put on it?”

“I think he does, it would soothe it. Do you have any cream, Ollie?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ve been using it.” I was getting uncomfortable, bent double, my hands spreading my arse.

“There’s a good boy.” She stopped touching my hole and stroked my arse. “Now try those shorts on.” I straightened up, but my cock was half-hard. “Ooh! I see you’ve grown, Ollie.” She smiled when she saw my turgid state.

Louis was giggling. I glared at him.

I pulled on the shorts, stuffed my hardening cock in them and buttoned them up, “See, they’re fine, Mrs Green.” We all knew the shorts hadn’t fucking shrunk. The mad old bat just wanted to see my cock again.

They were both staring at my crotch. My cock lay on my thigh, making a noticeable crease in the fabric. My cock kept growing under their scrutiny.

“Take them off now.” She ordered.

I unbuttoned them and pulled them off. My cock had grown to its full eleven inches.

“Are you equally blessed, young man?” She said to my brother.

Louis chuckled, “I’m afraid not. My cock is normal.”

Mrs Green smiled. I busied myself putting my jeans back on and tying the laces on my trainers.

“We should get on, Louis.” I wanted to end this encounter, so I virtually dragged him to the door. “Thank you, Mrs Green, I’ll email you the bill later this weekend.”

“Thank you, dear. And I’ll call you if there is anything else I need you to do.”

We made a swift exit and got in my rusty van.

“Fuck!” I gasped and grabbed my crotch. My cock hadn’t gone down, and it was becoming painful, trapped in my jeans. “I’ve got to sort this out,” I said to Louis, “You can wait outside if you want.”

I undid my jeans and pulled out my hard cock.

“You’re alright. I’ll wait here. You won’t be long.” Louis grinned as he looked at my leaking cock.

He sat beside me in my van, watching me stroke my cock. Louis had watched me wank once before, but it was still a new experience for me. I closed my eyes and tried to put the spectator out of my mind. It was going to be a quick wank, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“You’re nearly there, Ollie,” Louis commented.

“Fuck! Shut the fuck up!” I grunted, and my cock started to erupt. I pulled it down and caught my cum in my hand. I didn’t want to spunk all over my dashboard.

I was panting and caressed my cock, teasing the last few drops of cum out. I glanced down and was pleased that I hadn’t made a mess. But now I had a handful of cum to get rid of. I looked around but couldn’t find a cloth or a tissue.

“Can you go round the back and fetch me a cloth? There should be one back there,” I asked my brother.

“Just eat it. It’ll be easier.” He refused to move.

“Fuck, Louis. You do nothing to help me.” He annoyed me, and he left me no choice but to suck my cum off the palm of my hand.

Louis was amused as I lapped up my cum. “Cum whore.” He giggled. “So what happened to your butt hole, and how on earth did that old lady see it?”

“When I told you what happened, I left that bit out.”

“So?” Louis insisted.

I turned to look at him, “If I tell you, and you won’t shut up until I do, you must promise not to tell Mum and Dad.”

“Okay, Ollie. So what happened?”

“I’ve been… experimenting.” I sighed.

“Experimenting? I’m not a little kid, Ollie. You’ve been getting fucked.”

I blushed. Louis was the first one in the family to find out I was having sex with other men.

“So how does it feel?” Louis’s eyes lit up; he seemed aroused.

“Fucking fantastic!”

I gave my little brother the details of my sex life and my ignorance in not using lube.

 

Conor and Ewan were already at the pub when I arrived. I bought myself a pint of lager and sat down. I turned to Ewan, telling him that he needed to know something. Conor’s ears pricked up, hoping for some titillating gossip.

“My brother knows about us,” I said.

“Fuck, is that all. I’ve never even met your brother. I thought you were going to tell me you were fucked today, after me telling you to give it a rest for a few days.”

“Well, I thought you should know, just in case you bumped into each other.”

“What’s stopping you from getting fucked?” Conor wondered, and Ewan took great delight in explaining about my sore hole. I tried to laugh it off, but it is not funny when your sore arsehole is the central topic of conversation.

Thankfully, it didn’t last long, and Ewan turned the conversation to Conor, and his sex life, or rather lack of it.

“I’ve been fucking celibate for the last four months, my bollocks are getting so full, they might explode soon,” Conor complained.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” I told him, “You’ve been tossing off on a regular basis. I bet you knocked one out today. Didn’t you?” I smiled at Conor.

Conor was caught out, “Okay, yes, I did, but it’s not the same as fucking pussy. I need a woman!” Conor sounded frustrated.

“You know what the problem is, don’t you?” Ewan chipped in.

“Tell me,” Conor sighed.

“You stink of desperation. You can’t even talk to a woman without your tongue hanging out.”

“Well, what’s your solution then?” Conor challenged Ewan.

“I’ve offered the same to Ollie, but he’s afraid he will split me in half. I’m guessing that you’re a lot smaller than Ollie.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Conor asked.

“Well, Ollie. How does Conor here measure up to you?” Ewan asked.

“I’ve only seen him soft; he’d probably only be three or four inches soft.”

“Stop talking about my cock.” Conor gulped his pint.

“How big does it get, Conor?” Ewan insisted.

“Okay, okay.” Conor was going to get out of answering, “Just over six inches.”

“I can easily take that.” Ewan smiled.

“What the fuck are you on about?” Conor was getting frustrated.

“I’m offering to let you fuck me.” Ewan smiled, “You can’t find a woman to fuck, and you are desperate. Use my hole, get the fuck out of your system, and you might be in a better frame of mind to chat up a woman.”

“Fuck off!” Conor said to Ewan.

“No, fuck me!” Ewan and I laughed.

Conor eyed a group of young women at the bar, ordering drinks for them. They must have just come in, as I hadn’t noticed them when I arrived. He went over and bought their drinks. He then went to a table with them and, for the rest of the night, ignored us, instead using his corny chat-up lines on the ladies.

The barman called last orders, and Conor slunk back over to us.

“There were five of them,” Conor sounded depressed, “The law of averages says I should have hooked one of them. I’m going to join a monastery and become a monk.”

“My offer is still open.” Ewan was serious.

Conor remained silent, “I think he’s considering it.” I nudged Ewan in the ribs and grinned.

“Fuck off!” Conor downed the dregs from his pint.

“At least I know you’re not getting fucked tonight.” Ewan placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed.

“I’d better get back,” I said to my friends. “I’ve not told my parents I’d be staying out tonight.”

“Shame.” Ewan squeezed my thigh again. He then turned to Conor, “Unless you fancy joining me in my bed. Put that normal-sized dick of yours to good use for a change.”

I could tell that Conor was giving it some thought. I’m surprised, as he always claimed to be completely straight, but perhaps several months of only having his hand for company was broadening his mind.

“I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” Conor got up and left. I think he wanted to remove himself from temptation.

“I should go too,” I said softly to Ewan. “A pity, because I have an itch I would like you to scratch.”

Ewan leant towards me and we kissed. “I would love to scratch it, but not tonight.” He slipped his hand down the back of my jeans and pushed a finger between my buttocks. It crept towards my hole. His fingertip feathered my healing hole. My cock lurched, and I groaned.

I wanted him to fuck me, but I knew he wouldn’t.

 

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