Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 25: Louis Loses It

I was still fixing the new pane of glass into the window pane when Louis came over. He didn’t say anything but stood watching me. I was nearly finished.

“Where’s the other two?” I asked him.

“Gone to get lunch. I’m also hungry. When are we going to eat?”

We heard Arthur skidding his buggy. He didn’t look happy. “What the fuck have you two been doing. You should have finished by now.”

“Nearly done, Arthur.”

“Don’t think I’m paying for two when it’s taken you as long as one man could do it.”

“I don’t expect you to, Arthur. Louis has just come with me to keep me company. I don’t expect you to pay him. But you will pay me. You know I work my arse off.”

Arthur grinned; he also liked working my arse.

“Okay, come to the main building when you’re finished, and you can get some lunch.”

Arthur got back into his buggy and sped off again.

“Sorry about that, Louis. But I couldn’t justify asking him to pay you, too.”

“Well, I haven’t really done very much to help.”

“But you’ve had fun, I hope. And made two new friends.”

“They’re alright.” Louis shrugged.

I didn’t press or embarrass him. I don’t think he realised I could see what they got up to.

We finished repairing the broken window and started the long walk back to the main building. We carried the toolbox with us, sharing the weight. We got some appreciative looks as we walked. I could hear Louis’ stomach growl.

“I’m starving! I wish we had time for breakfast this morning.” Louis said.

“We’ll have to get up earlier next time.”

Arthur was eating when we reached the main building. We left the toolbox by the door and went in. He had a couple of lunch packs prepared for us by the kitchen. It was just a sandwich, some crisps, a bar of chocolate and some fruit juice. Louis ate like he hadn’t eaten in a week, but he was a growing boy.

“When you’ve finished, go back to the end cabin that you’ve been working on. All the paint and stuff are there, you can pick up the toolbox on your way.”

“We brought it back with us,” I told Arthur.

“Well, you’ll have to carry it back with you.”

I asked if he could give us a lift in the buggy, but he refused, claiming he was too busy. He left us to finish our lunch.

“Did you enjoy yourself this morning, Louis?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I had fun.”

“Good.” The conversation had ground to a halt. Louis wasn’t going to give anything away. Or so I thought.

“Ollie?” Louis tentatively started, “When did you lose your virginity? It was to a girl, right?”

“Yes, it was to a girl. I think I was a little older than you. Why do you ask?”

“No reason.” Louis wanted to tell me what happened, but he was nervous.

“Look, Louis. If you’d like to share anything with me, you’re welcome. Do you have a thing for Charlotte?”

“No. But something did happen. Is that wrong?” Louis asked.

“Are you telling me that you are no longer a virgin, Louis?”

He nodded, “Don’t tell Mum or Dad, will you?”

“I would never tell them unless you wanted me to. So you fucked her?” I asked.

Poor Louis wanted to talk, but something held him back. “Yes. Well, she started by sitting on my hard cock, and then I turned us over and I fucked her.”

“Did you want to do it?” I asked.

“It happened so fast. My cock took over. My mind went blank as she stuffed my cock inside her. It felt so good. That’s all I could think about.”

“It does feel good. Having sex should feel good.”

“But why do I feel guilty?” Louis sounded upset.

“Why do you feel guilty, Louis?” We didn’t look at each other; Louis seemed to open up more if we didn’t make eye contact.

“It’s not how I wanted my first time to be.”

“How did you want it to be?” It was like I had to drag the information out of him. Teenage boys needed to open up more.

“I wanted it to be with someone I cared about. She’s a nice girl, Charlotte, but we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. We’re barely friends.”

“Look, Louis, I’m sorry if your first experience wasn’t what you wanted. However, remember that you should control what you do and what happens to you. Don’t let your cock make decisions for you. Can I tell you a secret?” I finally looked at Louis, who nodded, “My first time was terrible. I thought I loved Janie, and she thought she loved me. It was teenage love, the type where nothing else matters except us and our happiness. Anyway, we talked about losing our virginity to each other. We made plans; Mum and Dad thought I was with my mates. Her Mum and Dad had gone out visiting relatives for the day. Janie faked stomach cramps and pretended to be on her period. So we had her house for the day. We stripped and she lay on her bed, her legs open, showing me her hairy vagina. I was sixteen, and I had no idea what to do. I lay on her, my cock was hard, and you know how big I am now.”

“Yeah,” Louis nodded.

“Well, I was a little smaller back then, but still big by normal standards. Well, I pushed it inside her, and she screamed. She pushed me off her, and that was it.”

“What do you mean?” Louis wondered.

“That was it. She wouldn’t have my cock anywhere near her again. That was my first sexual experience. She didn’t wank me off, she didn’t allow me to touch her clit and try to get her off. We got dressed, and things were never the same again. We dated a few weeks after that, but then she dumped me.”

“She dumped you because you’re cock was too big? That’s stupid. She couldn’t have loved you.”

“Exactly, but we thought we were head over heels in love and nothing could separate us. Then it’s over. I didn’t even get to fuck her properly. I just got a couple of inches inside her before she pushed me off.” I looked at Louis, “That counts as losing my virginity, doesn’t it?”

“I think so,” Louis said.

“What I’m trying to say is don’t get wrapped up in how it happened, you can plan the perfect time, and it’s not how things turn out. It can happen spontaneously with someone you barely know. You’ll always remember your first time, but it won’t be the best time. That will be with someone you have a deep connection with. It won’t be like any porn scene you’ve watched. It’ll be something deeply personal between you and the other person. Or persons.” We smiled at each other.

“Thanks, Ollie.” Louis smiled sincerely.

“We should get back to work. Although I’m not looking forward to lugging that heavy toolbox across the resort.”

 

We worked hard all afternoon. The exterior now looked perfect, and it was time to start on the interior. I’d not been inside before and was surprised by how bad it was. It looked like a window had been broken in a storm, and the place was covered in old, decaying leaves. It was fully furnished, but some things had to be dumped. The sofa and mattresses were damp and mouldy. Arthur turned up, followed by a skip lorry.

I heard the lorry and we went outside to see what was going on. The driver of the lorry looked pissed off. He got out of the cab and tried to hide his cock from us. He needn’t have bothered, as his hairy beer belly hung down and covered most of his stubby cock. All I saw was the ring of his foreskin. He delivered the skip and couldn’t wait to get out of here and put his clothes back on.

“I’ll trust your decision on what can be salvaged from inside. Dump what can’t be saved or repaired, and that nice man will come back in a few weeks to pick it up.”

“Sure, Arthur.”

“I know you’re good with wood. So I hope you can save most of the furniture.”

Louis giggled. “Ollie is very good with wood.”

I playfully punched his arm.

“Start brushing the leaves out,” I told Louis. He grabbed the brush and went inside. I heard him brushing the hard wooden floor, and leaves pushed out the front door. “He’s eager to please.” I smiled at Arthur.

“Good. He might finally earn some money rather than getting fucked by the lake.”

“You saw that?” I was surprised.

“I came back to check on you two and saw him getting his end away.” Arthur grinned, “It looked like he enjoyed it. But those two kids are fucking insatiable. Last summer, I had to talk to their parents because they were making some of the other kids uncomfortable. I know this is Cockaigne, but she shouldn’t be exposed to sex if you don’t want to be. And those two would try to seduce anyone, male or female, old or young. That young man in there,” He pointed to the open door of the cabin where Louis was busy sweeping out the dead leaves, “needs to be careful. What they did to him this morning was tame compared to what I’ve seen them do.”

I lowered my voice, “It was his first time. I think they took advantage of him.”

“Perhaps you should leave him at home until they leave.”

“When are they leaving?”

“End of August.”

“I’ll try, but at the moment he’s very keen on helping me, what with what happened and everything. He likes to know I’m safe. But if he does come again, I’ll make sure I don’t let him play with them again. I don’t think he will anyway.”

“Good. I’ll come by later to pick you up. I need to let this bear with a sore head out of the gates.” Arthur left, following the lorry.

Shit! I now felt guilty. I thought Louis would just have a bit of fun in the lake with people his own age. I could have stopped them when I saw them masturbating him. But Louis didn’t object.

I could have intervened when Charlotte lowered herself onto my brother’s cock. But he didn’t complain. He tossed her on her back and fucked her.

Fucking hell! What sort of big brother am I? Letting Louis get put in that position by a couple of nymphomaniacs. I should have stopped it. I should not have let him go and insisted that he help me.

I felt like shit, but I put on a brave face and joined Louis in the cabin, clearing it of leaves. We’d been filling up the skip with the old mattresses and the sofa. I took down all the curtains and threw them in; they smelled musty. All soft furnishings were tossed out, leaving only the wooden frames of the beds, the wooden curtain poles, and the frames of two easy chairs. All they needed were new cushions, and they would be comfortable. It was nearing five in the evening, and we decided to call it a day. I opened all the windows to circulate air and dry out any dampness on the wooden furniture frames.

I closed the door and took a deep breath. “That was a good afternoon’s work.” I told Louis, “You did a good job in there.”

“Thanks, Ollie.”

We were both tired and sweaty. “Fancy a quick dip in the lake?”

I didn’t give Louis a chance to respond. I ran to the lake and dived in. Louis followed and soon caught up with me; he was always a better swimmer.

He grabbed my feet, stopping me, and dragged me underwater. He pushed me down by my shoulders. I reached out for him. I knew he was ticklish, but I just hoped he was ticklish underwater. I tickled his flanks and reached for his pits. Louis thrust himself up; his head breaking the surface. I joined him, spurting water into his face. He shook his head and dunked it back in the water.

Louis was giggling. “You bastard. You know I’m ticklish. It’s unfair.”

I grabbed Louis by the waist and threw him into the air. He came splashing down. He righted himself and looked for me, but I was underwater, and I swam between his legs and lifted him out of the water. He held onto my head, and I held his legs as we walked deeper into the lake. He was steady on my shoulders.

“Don’t you dare get a hard-on, I don’t want it pressing against my neck and cutting off the blood flow.”

Louis slapped the side of my head and laughed. “You couldn’t give me a hard-on if you tried.”

I grabbed his legs and threw him back in the water. I swam away, trying to get away from him. I knew he wanted to retaliate. But he soon swam past me and dunked me underwater. I came up for air, but I couldn’t see him. I felt something brush against my leg, and then he grabbed my balls.

“That’s not fair!” I cried as he pulled them, and I had to follow them underwater. I lashed out, trying to grab hold of Louis, but this time he was too evasive.

I came up for air, and Louis was a few feet away from me, grinning.

“You know you can’t beat me,” Louis smiled, “Not with that anchor between your legs slowing you down. You know you can never beat me in the water.”

I started to swim for shore, accepting defeat. Louis swam past me, and we collapsed on the shore. We lay on our backs next to each other, panting and catching our breath.

Louis reached out and held my hand. “This has been a great afternoon.”

I squeezed his hand, “I’ve enjoyed it too. I love working with you, Louis. And messing about afterwards. I would love to stay here, live here, and stay naked all day.”

“And I wish I could stay with you.”

“At least we know Dad wouldn’t visit.” Our heads turned to look at each other, and we both laughed.

 

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