Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 20: Having It Off

Senior Security Officer Nathan and Officer Andy visited me. I was sitting in an armchair with my leg raised on a footstool. I’d slipped on some loose shorts and a T-shirt and felt relaxed until they told me that they had charged two men who were in the van that ran me off the road. I was relieved, but I still couldn’t remember anything about the incident. They explained that if I hadn’t remembered by now, there was a big chance I might never remember.

They were charged with attempted murder. My stomach sank when they said that. I couldn’t believe that they had tried to kill me, injure me, perhaps. But surely not murder.

Dad was with them, listening, but it seemed he already knew all this.

There was a possibility I would have to testify in court, and I would have to see the men accused of trying to kill me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see their faces. But I had a few weeks to prepare myself, and by then I should be able to walk again.

Louis wasn’t around; he was keeping my little old ladies happy. But when he left this morning, I noticed he was wearing an old pair of shorts, which were tighter than usual. He was really playing with the old dears. I wondered why Dad wasn’t at work.

Dad showed the security officers out and then came back to see me.

“How do you feel, Ollie?” He sat on the sofa.

“A bit shocked, actually. I can’t believe they tried to kill me.” Dad cocked his head to the side, “But why are you home? Shouldn’t you be at work?” Dad looked away. Something was wrong. “Have you been sacked?”

“No.” Dad looked at me, “I quit. I had no other option. They were making my life hell, and now two men have been arrested; they know it was me who told security about them. I’ve lodged a complaint with security, claiming constructive dismissal. I don’t want them to get away with this.”

“But what will we do for money, Dad? What work I’ve got won’t pay enough.”

“We have savings, plus I was thinking of getting some freelance work. You’ve heard of companies that are ‘So-and-So and son’?”

“Yes,” I didn’t know what he was going on about.”

“Well, I thought we could be different and instead of ‘and Son’, it could be ‘and Dad’. What do you think? ‘Odd Job Ollie and Dad’?”

I laughed; it was absurd. “You’re kidding?”

“Yes and no. Look, Ollie, if we team up, we can take on more work and even larger jobs since there will be two of us. And when the time comes, Louis might want to join the family firm.”

“You didn’t want me to do this. You chewed me out for doing it, and now you want to join me? It’s just because you lost your job, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Dad sounded excited about his idea, but I was less so. “It took me losing my job to realise what an opportunity this is. Cockaigne Construction had the monopoly in this town. Now with the two of us, we can be more competition for them.”

“I don’t know, Dad. I don’t even have enough work for a full week. With two of us, we’ll be bored for half the week.”

“Well, Ollie.” Dad grinned, “I have been approached by a few more businesses, The Hotel, and Mr Cremaster recommended you to his friends at the B&B, along with the sauna and Cremaster, we will have a business, and it will leave us some time for the small domestic jobs.”

“Really!” This was sounding interesting. “You’ve got us two more contracts.” Dad smiled.

“So, you think it’s a good idea?”

I had to think a moment, “But who would be the boss? I’m not sure I could work under you. I’ve had enough of you telling me what to do at home; I don’t want it at work. And I doubt you would want to work under me.”

“To tell the truth, I’ve been thinking about that. How about we are the boss of ourselves? When a job comes in, we select the ones we want and distribute the others. But we cover for each other.”

“Sounds a bit weird, Dad.”

“Look, we could give it a try. If it doesn’t work, I’ll step away. Or, how about you take on what comes in, and if you have more than you can handle, you can outsource it to me. I don’t want to take away your business. We could build it up. This is exactly what CC were afraid of, and from their actions, they have made it come closer to reality.”

“Can we wait until I’m back on my feet? When I’m back working, we can see what happens. I appreciate you doing the work for me while I’m laid up. Perhaps we can make it work.”

Dad smiled, “Can I say we will take on those two new contracts?”

“Go ahead,” I grinned. “The more work we take from CC, the better.”

“Great, Partner!” Dad jumped off the sofa in excitement. He did something he hadn’t done for years. He hugged me. It was a little awkward as I was sitting down, but he hugged me. “But, when you’re better, you take back Vos de Vos.” He winked at me.

“Sure thing, Dad. Haven’t you enjoyed working there?” I teased him.

“I’ve never had so many men want to fuck or suck me in my life.”

“Did you let any?” I chuckled.

“You know the rules of Vos de Vos. What happens in there, stays in there.”

I laughed, and Dad said he had to leave to do a job. I sat back in the chair and felt my cock chub up. I wondered what had happened to him while he was in there. Whatever it was, it didn’t gross him out, and I think he may have enjoyed it.

 

When the physiotherapist said I could finally start putting some weight on my leg, I was overjoyed. She advised against putting my full weight on it yet, but I needed to build up my muscles to prepare for when I could.

I was now more mobile and not confined to a wheelchair. I now used a pair of crutches to get around. I found a way to hop upstairs, and with a waterproof covering on my cast, I was able to take my first shower since coming home. They gave me a shower stool so I could sit down in the shower, which helped prevent me from putting too much weight on my leg.

Mum wanted to help me the first time, make sure I was safe, but I suggested she may be uncomfortable watching me wash. I suggested Louis help me instead, as we often saw each other naked.

“You bastard, Ollie,” Louis complained as Mum told him he had to do it.

I hopped into our bedroom and sat on my bed. I pulled off my tee shirt and shuffled on my arse to pull down my shorts, as usual, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I asked Louis to take off my shorts as they were caught on my cast, and I couldn’t get them off my feet.

Louis grumbled but knelt by my feet and removed my shorts. I passed him the waterproof sleeve to protect my cast.

“You need to put this on me.”

“Fuck.” Louis said under his breath, “Mum should be doing this; it’s her job to look after you, not mine.”

“If you were in my position, would you like Mum doing this for you?” That shut up my brother.

He pulled on the sleeve, which went all the way up my leg and formed a waterproof seal around my upper thigh. He tried not to touch my cock as he adjusted it, but he flinched when it touched the back of his hand.

I grabbed my crutches and followed Louis into the bathroom. He held the door open as I hobbled along the hallway, his eyes were glued to my seven soft inches swinging like a pendulum.

I sat on the stool in the shower, and Louis reached above me to grab the showerhead. He pointed it away from me and turned the shower on. He ensured it was at a comfortable temperature and passed it to me.

I held it above my head and relished the feeling of the warm water cascading over my body. I dropped the shower head, shampooed my hair, and then used the shower gel to wash my body. I leaned down to pick up the shower head and rinsed my body.

Louis tried not to watch me while I washed, but there was nothing else to do while he sat there on the toilet, waiting for me to finish.

“Finished!” I called out to Louis.

He switched off the shower and watched me hobble back to our bedroom. This time, he watched drops of water drip from my swinging cock.

He was less than impressed when I said that he had to dry me. When dry, I lay on my bed.

“Mum’s busy downstairs, isn’t she?” I said, looking at the ceiling.

“Yes, why?”

“Good, go down and keep her busy, tell her I’m having a nap.”

“Are you?” Louis asked.

“Nope, I fancy a wank. So fuck off.”

Louis huffed and shut our bedroom door as he went downstairs.

 

It was finally time for the cast to come off. I had an X-ray, and they were satisfied that the bone had healed sufficiently for full weight-bearing.

The nurse had me lie on a trolley, and she pulled up the hem of my shorts until it was virtually at the top of my thigh. Thankfully, my cock ran down the left side, or else it would have made an appearance.

She started the cast saw, and I watched as she cut the plaster down the front of my leg. Mum and Louis were with me, but Mum couldn’t look in case the cast saw hit my skin and cut me, although the nurse explained that it couldn’t cut skin.

The nurse put down the saw and pulled the cast apart. It took some effort, and my pale leg finally saw daylight for the first time in several weeks. She lifted my leg, pulled away the cast, and rested my leg back on the trolley. Down the left-hand side was a four-inch scar. She saw me looking at it.

“That’s where the surgeons had to go in and realign the bone. You have a metal plate in there to help the bone knit together.”

She asked me to stand, and Louis laughed. My right leg was pale and skinny, with dead skin flaking. It needed a damn good wash. My left leg, although not as muscular as it once was, was noticeably thicker. I did look a little strange.

I was asked to walk, and I struggled when I put my full weight on my right leg.

“Don’t worry,” The nurse reassured me, “The muscle will soon build up as you walk on it. But please no strenuous exercise.”

“No problem with that, I’m not a gym bunny.”

I felt a sense of freedom as I walked out of the hospital. Gone were the wheelchair and my crutches. I could now shower properly and sleep in my own bed, even if Louis was going to be sleeping on the opposite side of the room.

When we got home, I found a letter from the insurance company. It was a settlement for my ruined van. It wasn’t enough to buy another one, not one that was reliable anyway. All my tools had been stored in the garage when they towed away my van for scrap.

The first thing I did was shower and give my leg a damn good wash. Then I surfed the web, looking for a reasonably priced second-hand van.

I didn’t have enough savings, but Louis said he would lend me some of his, and he showed me his bank statement.

“Fucking hell, Louis. Where did you get all of this?” I was shocked he’d saved so much.

“It’s yours anyway.” He smiled, “It’s the money from all the work I’ve been doing. You should have it.”

“I can’t, Louis. You earned it.” I pushed his bank statement back into his hands.

“Ollie, I want to do it. I would have been doing nothing over the summer, but this has kept me busy, and I’ve enjoyed doing it. Even the old ladies ogling me.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“One hundred per cent!”

It brought a tear to my eye. I had no idea why I was so emotional these days. This was a gesture I never expected from my baby brother.

“Stop crying, you soft bastard,” Louis said, and he hugged me. I held him tight, letting him know how much it meant to me.

 

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