Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 18: Li’l Job Louis

My six-week break from school was ruined by my brother’s accident. If his new business wasn’t going to collapse, Ollie needed the family’s help.

If the truth be known, I was getting bored and was glad of something to do.

I was picking up extra work from Mrs Lovecock. She no longer just wanted the garden looked after; she decided that her spare room needed decorating, just in case any visitors wanted to stay.

I’m not stupid. I know she liked having a young man around the house, and I can understand why she liked having Ollie around. Whenever possible, I worked shirtless and let her look at my smooth chest and firm belly. I don’t have a six-pack; I was too lazy to work for one in the gym, but I was firm.

As I was painting the spare room, I wore a tiny pair of shorts. They were also tight and fitted over my pert arse. I don’t know if women her age can still orgasm, but she certainly liked the view. The shorts were also tight in the crotch, and when she saw my bulge, she seemed disappointed. I was confused until I realised she must have known how massive my brother’s cock was and expected mine to be the same. It isn’t, my cock is perfectly normal and not a freak of nature.

I was still working for Mrs Lovecock when my mobile phone rang. I didn’t recognise the number.

“Hello,” I said uncertainly.

“Is that Ollie’s brother?” A man’s voice grumbled.

“Yes, I’m Ollie’s brother. Who’s this?”

“I’m Arthur, I’m the caretaker at the Cremaster Freedom Resort. I’ve heard that you are picking up some of his work while he recovers.”

“Yes, Sir. Just little bits, none of the big stuff, as I’m not experienced enough.”

“Don’t worry about that. I just need muscle. When can you get here?”

“I’m in the middle of a job. I could come around tomorrow morning.” I offered.

“Tomorrow fucking morning! I need you now. Can you postpone the job and finish it tomorrow?”

He stayed on the line while I checked with Mrs Lovecock. Her job wasn’t a rush, so she happily let me go.

“I can come now.” I told the man, “But I don’t know how to get there. My Dad dropped me off this morning, and I have no transport.”

Arthur thought a moment, “Get a taxi, we’ll pay for it when you get here.”

“Okay, Sir.”

Arthur disconnected the call, and I called a taxi. While I waited, I cleared up the spare room and made it ready for me to start again tomorrow.

Mrs Lovecock watched me for as long as she could and even waved me off in the taxi.

 

A naked man appeared from around a large pile of slate chippings as the taxi pulled up. He stood with his hands on his hips as he waited for me to get out.

“Put it on our account!” He shouted to the driver, who nodded and then drove off, leaving me standing in front of a naked man.

“I’m Arthur. Now take off your clothes.” He was gruff.

“I normally expect to be wined and dined before we go any further.” I joked.

He glared at me, “Just what I need, a smart arse. Just get your clothes off!” I don’t think he appreciated my sense of humour.

“I don’t need to take my clothes off to work for you.” I sounded petulant.

“Yes, you fucking do. It’s the rules. No one comes in wearing clothes.” He looked angry.

“Fuck off!”

“I don’t need this shit. You see this pile of slate. Some fucking idiot refused to deliver them where they were needed because he wouldn’t follow the rules. It’s blocking the exit, and our guests are trying to leave but can’t. You’re not wearing fucking much anyway, so just get out the T-shirt and shorts, we need to get a move on.”

“I know this is Cockaigne, but I’ve never been outside naked.” I was getting nervous.

“Alright, we’ll pay extra. But we need this done now. I don’t have time to find someone else.”

“You know I’m still only sixteen?” I hoped my youth would change his mind.

“I don’t fucking care, we have naked kids younger than you in there and they don’t object.”

“If I get naked, you’ll pay double?” I was considering it.

“Okay, agreed.” Arthur reluctantly accepted, and I stripped naked, not knowing where to put my clothes. I held them in my hands. “Now I know why you were so reluctant. You don’t take after your brother, do you?”

“Oh, fuck off! Do you want my help or not?”

“Grab a shovel and start putting this in the cart.” He took my clothes from my hands and pushed a shovel into them. I started to move the slate, and Arthur joined me.

It was a hard slog, and we only shifted the pile of slate a hundred metres away so we could clear the exit. Although it wasn’t where it was needed, we had to clear the exit. I was sweating, and so was Arthur. We had a brief ten-minute break for a drink, and I must have swallowed a gallon of water; I’d been sweating so much. Our lunch break was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes long. Arthur appeared with a sandwich and more water, and we got straight back to work as soon as we finished eating. It didn’t help that some guests kept coming up and asking Arthur how much longer it was going to take before they could leave.

By mid-afternoon, we had nearly finished. A car pulled up behind us, impatient to leave. We grabbed a couple of brushes and swept away the remaining slate to clear the way.

The car rushed by, and I was surprised to see four others following it. Arthur and I were knackered. I leaned against my brush and wiped sweat from my face. It didn’t help as it got into my eyes and started to sting. I tried again, but it made it worse.

“We need a shower, follow me.” Arthur led the way, and I dutifully followed.

My body was dirty and sweaty, so was Arthur’s, and I watched his back as he walked to the ablution hut. I was surprised to find an open shower; I had expected separate stalls, but since everyone is always naked, it didn’t seem necessary.

Arthur chose a shower, and I thought it polite to go next to him.

“You work as hard as your brother.” Arthur said as he wet his body and pushed the dispenser to get some shower gel.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never spoken to anyone while I was in the shower.

“Ollie is very accommodating.” Arthur took great pleasure in soaping his cock and balls. He was starting to get hard.

“He always does what he can to help.” I shampooed my hair and felt grains of slate under my fingertips as I rubbed it in. The stuff got everywhere.

“Ollie always showed up early and always did what was expected of him.”

“What are you trying to say? I know Ollie is good at his job, and I know what he likes to do.”

“You do?” Arthur turned to me. His cock was hard, and he was stroking it.

“I’m not my brother, Arthur.”

“I can see that.” He looked at my cock. “But I hoped you might like to provide all the services he provided.”

“Fuck off, Arthur! I don’t get fucked. If you want to fuck someone, find someone else, or give Ollie a visit.”

“Shame.” Arthur sighed. “I loved ploughing his arse. And your arse looks just as nice.”

I was expecting Arthur to become more insistent, and was pleasantly surprised when he didn’t continue to try to persuade me.

We continued to wash ourselves. All Arthur did was keep watching me and stroking his cock. I never got hard. This didn’t feel the same as when Ollie and I wanked together. I was just a piece of meat for Arthur to wank over.

I knew Arthur was getting close, and I kept a close eye on him. His cock was pointing towards me, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of cumming on me. So far, Ollie was the only one who had come on my skin. For the moment, I wanted to keep it that way.

Arthur started to grunt, and I watched him cum. He was middle-aged, and his cum didn’t shoot far. I needn’t have been worried; most of his cum landed at his feet.

He looked at his cum swirling down the drain and then at me. “That should have been inside your brother. Or you.”

“What you and Ollie get up to is your business. I’m not interested.”

I strode out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the pile that they left for guests to use.

Arthur joined me, his cock wilting. “I like you, Louis. No one is going to take advantage of you.” He rubbed the towel on his crotch, giving it extra attention. “Can you come again tomorrow? That pile of slate should be placed around the base of some cabins. I promise I won’t try anything.”

“Double pay again?” I said firmly.

Arthur laughed, “You cheeky bugger. How about time and a half?”

“Agreed.”

“It should take most of the day, but hopefully with you helping, we should be done shortly after lunch. Then you can use the facilities, if you like.”

“When do you want me?”

“Nine in the morning.” Arthur smiled, “I used to ask Ollie to come half an hour early, but you’ve made it clear you’re not interested, so I’ll see you at nine.”

“See you then.”

Arthur called a taxi but refused to give me my clothes back until I was inside the car. They were a stickler for the rules.

 

The taxi dropped me off shortly before nine. I didn’t want to tell Mum and Dad that I was working at Cremaster as they would disapprove of me being naked all day. I told them I was going back to Mrs Lovecock.

Arthur emerged from the reception building and refused to let me through the gate until I stripped.

We walked naked back into the reception. A young man was sitting behind the desk, his eyes scanned me, concentrating on my crotch.

“I would never have guessed that you are Ollie’s brother. You are so different.”

“Pack it in, as you can tell, he’s nothing like his brother, in so many ways.” Arthur calmed down the young man and pulled out a map of the resort.

I looked at the map, and some cabins were circled. “These cabins need the slate refreshed. I have no idea where it all goes, unless the guests are nicking it. I’ll show you in a while how it should look.” Arthur took a pen and put a cross by some cabins, the furthest away from the pile of slate. “I want you to do these.”

I laughed, “So I do more of the hard work!”

“You’re younger and fitter. You can handle it.”

“I never said I couldn’t handle it.”

Arthur took me to a cabin and showed me how the slate should look. He gave me a shovel and a rake and told me to get a move on.

I filled a wheelbarrow and pushed it to the furthest cabin. The slate did look a little sparse, and I started filling the shallow moat around the base.

I had no idea the cabin was occupied, and I was surprised when the front door opened and a man appeared. He looked to be in his late thirties and was slim. I checked out his body and couldn’t help noticing his cock. It was long and surrounded by a thick bush of black hair.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone to be working today.” He said to me.

“Sorry. Did I disturb you?” I stopped shovelling and rested my weight on the handle.

“No, it was just a surprise.” The man looked at my body, and I began to feel nervous. I wanted to cover my crotch, but he’d already seen everything.

“I’ll try to be quieter,” I told him.

“Thanks.” He turned and returned to the cabin.

I had the impression that I was still being watched. I looked around, but no one was there. The next time I looked around, I saw two young faces. I jumped, not expecting two kids looking at me.

I call them kids, but they looked my age. It was a boy and a girl, both naked and both looking at me.

“Ah! I was enjoying looking at your arse while you worked. We could see your hole.”

“Who the fuck are you! And stop ogling me, I’m working.” I sounded angry and noticed the boy’s cock was growing.

“I’m Perry, this is my twin sister, Charlotte.” The boy said.

“Are you identical twins?” I teased.

The boy looked confused, “No.”

“It’s a joke,” I said flatly.

“Oh!” He was slow on the uptake.

“You look very fit.” Charlotte told me, “How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“So are we,” she jumped up and down, excited. “I think my brother likes you.” She pointed to his cock, which had now grown hard. It looked to be about six inches. “How big are you when you’re hard?”

“None of your business,” I told her.

“It is if I’m going to let you fuck me.”

Fuck! I looked at her crotch and could see her moist lips poking from her trimmed pubes. My cock went hard within seconds.

She cocked her head to one side, “I’d say six inches, perhaps six and a half.” She turned to Perry, “about the same size as yours.”

“I’m not going to fuck you, I don’t know you.” I protested.

“My brother wants to fuck you, too. We both saw your arsehole as you were bent over shovelling that stuff.”

“It looked tight.” Perry said, “Have you been fucked before?”

“No!” I told him firmly, “And I don’t intend to be.”

Perry was wanking his cock while he talked. “You should try it. I enjoy it.”

“You’ve been fucked?” Why was I continuing this awkward conversation instead of getting on with my work? “Look, I have work to do.”

I turned my back to the twins and started raking the slate I’d just laid down. Behind me, I heard Perry groan.

“You’ve made him cum, and we don’t even know your name.”

“Will you just leave me alone?” I told them, and was grateful when their father emerged and told them to go back inside.

“Leave the kid alone and come finish your breakfast.” He told his children.

Kid! I’m not a fucking kid!

 

Arthur kept checking up on me during the day, bringing me bottles of water and some lunch. He joined me for lunch and complimented me on my work. He’d never known someone as young as me to work so hard and to a high standard.

I blushed. I wasn’t used to being complimented.

It was just after three o’clock when we finished. Well, that’s when the slate ran out, and there was still one cabin to finish. He took me to the showers to clean up. I was as filthy as yesterday. Being naked, little slate grains got everywhere, and I felt them between my arse cheeks. As I rinsed them out, they tickled my hole, and my cock thickened slightly.

Arthur was showering next to me. He stroked his cock again and wanked as he looked at my body. I was surprised when the twins came in. Charlotte giggled and ran over to me.

“It’s you!” She squealed and joined me under the shower head. She reached down and grabbed my cock.

“Get off.” I tried to get away, but didn’t want to push her away physically.

Arthur came closer, further trapping me. Perry now stood in front of me. I was now surrounded with my back against the shower wall. Arthur kept wanking his cock, Charlotte kept wanking mine. Perry slowly stroked his.

She kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I’ve been wet all day thinking of you.”

I grunted. Charlotte let go of my cock and cupped my balls. She rolled them around in her palm as my cock calmed down.

“Your balls are bigger than my brother’s. He likes it when I feel them. Do you?”

I gasped.

She released my balls, and they hung down and swung underneath my cock. She grabbed my cock again.

“Fuck!” I gasped. But she had taken me too far, and my cock exploded. My cum violently shot out. My first shot landed on Perry; the rest hit the wet, tiled floor between us.

Perry stepped closer and came over me. Arthur also stepped closer and came over my belly.

I felt exhausted. Charlotte took advantage and pressed her lips to mine. I opened my lips, and our tongues touched and played together. My cock lurched again and squeezed a few more drops of cum out. I felt a hand on my wilting cock. It was Perry. He gently stroked me as I came down from my orgasm. He knew how to handle a cock.

Thoroughly exhausted, the people around me gave me my space back. Arthur rinsed his cock, Charlotte stood under a showerhead and frigged her cunt, she came very quickly. I noticed Perry was sharing a shower with a man. It was his father. He had seen what they did to me. I checked out his cock and saw it wilting, a drop of cum still clinging to the tip of his foreskin.

 

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