Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 1: Starting Out

I had arranged to meet my mate, Conor, at the coffee shop. I wasn’t hungry, so I just ordered a cappuccino. Conor showed up late; he was always late for everything. He got me a fresh coffee and then sat down.

“You’ve not told them yet, have you, Ollie?” Conor knew the answer as I looked nervous.

“Dad will go up the wall. He’s the one who got me the apprenticeship with Cockaigne Construction.”

“Working with your Dad might be awkward,” Conor said.

“I know. And I do appreciate what he’s done, but it’s not what I want. I want to be my own man. Not a corporate lackey.”

“Have you registered yet?” Conor asked.

“I did it first thing this morning. I went to Security and registered myself as a business. I’m going out there to make my own way. I have the skills. I’m an all-rounder. I don’t want to specialise as a chippy or sparky or whatever. I like doing it all, and I want to do it all.”

“So what did you decide to call yourself?” Conor asked.

“Odd Job Ollie.” He smiled at me.

Conor laughed, “Don’t tell me that you’re going to turn up to clients wearing a bowler hat?”

“Ha fucking ha. No one is going to think I’m a Korean henchman. But I wouldn’t mind being ‘Goldfinger’ and having all that gold.”

“Well, starting your own business is your first step to getting rich.” Conor grinned.

“I’ve got some business cards printed.” I reached into my pocket and handed one to him. It showed my naked torso, wearing a tool belt.

Conor laughed when he read it, “No job too small for this big boy! What are you selling, your skills or your massive cock?” He never missed a moment to mention my cock.

“I had a drink when I designed them. I might change them.” Looking at it now, I think I showed too much skin.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Conor grinned mischievously, “Give me some.”

Conor grabbed some business cards from me and started to hand them to the other people in the coffee shop. “Fresh on the market and willing to do anything for you. Give him a call or drop him an email. Or just ask the man right now. He’s sitting over there.” He drew everyone’s attention to me, and I flushed with embarrassment.

An old lady approached me and sat down.

“Hello, Young Man. I have a few things I need doing. I can’t get around much or do things like change lightbulbs. Would you mind coming round this afternoon? My gardener has also cancelled on me. Do you mow lawns?”

I smiled at the old lady who looked to be in her late seventies and walked with a cane. Her hands showed signs of arthritis, but she had a pleasant smile. I was already feeling excited about getting my first job.

“Give me your address and I’ll be there at one o’clock. Is that okay?”

“Thank you, Young Man. The town needs more people like you. Too many people rely on our big businesses to make a living.”

“I’m not making a living yet, Ma’am. This is my first day. And you’re my first customer.”

The old lady beamed. “If you do a good job, I’ll tell all my friends about you.”

“Thank you, Ma’am. I promise I will not leave until you are satisfied.”

Conor was now standing by my shoulder, smirking. The old lady noticed.

“You should take a leaf out of your friend’s book and be an asset to the community.” She stood up and walked slowly out of the coffee shop. Conor suitably chastised, opened the door for her.

“I need to go home and get my tools,” Ollie mentioned as Conor sat back down.

“Will you tell your Dad?”

“He’s at work, but Mum and Louis will be home, unless he’s gone out. Since finishing school for the summer, all he does is sleep and hang around in our room.”

“Don’t be naive, Ollie, your brother will be spending his time wanking since he can’t get a girl to go out with him.”

I wasn’t in the mood for Conor’s usual sex-obsessed chat. “I’m going to tell Dad tonight. Once I’ve done whatever,” I looked at the address the old lady gave him, “Mrs Lovecock wants me to do.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. Lovecock!”

“Grow up, Conor.” I held back a chuckle.

 

I snuck back home and changed into my work-utility trousers and a tee shirt, if I was going to be working; I needed to look the part. Louis was out and Mum was busy, so I didn’t get any awkward questions. I put some tools into my old and rusty VW Caddy van. I smiled as I sat in the driving seat and turned on the engine. I felt proud to be going to my first-ever job as a self-employed handyman. Only my parents still didn’t know, yet.

It was a short drive to the other side of Cockaigne, where Old Lady Lovecock, as I now thought of her, lived. I noticed her lawn was unkempt, and I parked on her driveway. I went over to her front door and rang the doorbell.

Old Lady Lovecock took a few minutes to answer, but I knew she had mobility problems, so I didn’t ring again to rush her.

“Good afternoon, Ollie.” Old Lady Lovecock smiled as she saw me waiting on her doorstep. “I do hope you’re free all afternoon. I’m afraid that since my husband died, the list of little jobs has been growing.”

“Well, I’m all yours, all afternoon.” I smiled, “What do you want me to do first?”

“I have a couple of light bulbs that need changing, and the pull switch in the bathroom is hanging from the ceiling; it needs fixing. And I have a shelf that needs putting up.”

I spent a few hours doing all the little tasks around the house that she asked me to do. Then she got me outside to mow the lawn.

It was a warm day, and I soon pulled off my T-shirt. Old Lady Lovecock came out and noticed my naked torso glistening with sweat.

I noticed her standing by the door and wiped my brow with my forearm. I got a whiff of sweat from my armpit and felt the slight breeze tickling my underarm hair. I turned off the mower and walked over to her.

“I’ve brought you a tall glass of lemonade.” She handed me the glass and I took a long drink. It was refreshing in the heat. “You certainly have worked up a sweat.” She gazed at my pale naked skin, “I hope you use sun cream, I wouldn’t want to see your beautiful skin get burnt.” Old Lady Lovecock was leering at my body. “If only I were fifty years younger.” I blushed at being hit on by the old lady. “You look so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

I took another swig of lemonade. “I should be getting on.”

Old Lady Lovecock sighed and went back inside, but I noticed that she sat in front of the window so she could keep watching me as he worked. I suppose any sex life for her was far behind her these days. She may not be able to act on her lusts, but I didn’t mind her looking. It felt good knowing that my body could arouse her dormant passions, even if she were older than my granny.

I put away the lawn mower in the shed when I’d finished and retrieved my T-shirt. I was wiping the sweat from his face and chest when Old Lady Lovecock appeared again.

“Thank you so much, Ollie.” There was a long pause as she gazed at my sweaty body, drinking in my light brown hair, stunning blue eyes; that’s how my last girlfriend described them. I watched her as she glanced down my glistening chest, and I felt my dark red nipples standing proud, feeling the slight breeze tickle them. She looked down at my firm belly and the trail of hair that ran from the dimple of my navel until it vanished beneath the waistband of my dark blue utility trousers. It wasn’t until she stared at my crotch and the outline of my cock as it ran down my left leg, that I blushed again. “I’ve only just noticed that your business card was very accurate. You are a big boy.”

What could I say to a comment like that from an old lady? “Thank you.” I could feel my slumbering member wake.

“Here you go.” Old Lady Lovecock handed me some money.

“No, Ma’am. It’s too much.” It was then that I realised we hadn’t agreed on a price. I looked at the cash and tried to hand some back, but she wouldn’t take it.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Ollie. I’m not a little old lady who loves giving away money. I know the value of things, and I know the value of what you did today.”

“Thank you, Ma’am. I really appreciate it.”

“All I ask is that you come back occasionally and keep my lawn tidy.”

“It will be my pleasure.” I beamed, not only had I been paid for my first job, but I had ongoing business. It had been a good day; my first day as a self-employed handyman. All I had to do now was tell his parents.

 

I parked my rusty van on the driveway. I wasn’t looking forward to the conversation I needed to have. I was desperate for a shower after sweating up a storm mowing the old lady’s lawn. I tried to head upstairs, but I heard my father yelling to me from the living room.

“Where the hell have you been!”

It seemed I was going to have the conversation now. I sighed and found Mum was with Dad in the living room. I sat in a spare chair.

“You need to confirm your apprenticeship with Cockaigne Construction. I thought you would have done it first thing when you got your results, but no. The boss calls me to get your decision. He goes home in half an hour. Ring him now.” Dad demanded.

“Look, Dad. Just wait a minute. I want to talk to you.” There was an awkward pause.

“Well, Ollie?” He was impatient.

I found some courage and looked at Dad. “I’ve decided I don’t want to be an apprentice.”

“What!” Dad shouted. “You ungrateful bastard. I made sure they offered it to you.”

“Dad, I’m grateful, I truly am. But it isn’t what I want to do.”

“I’m not having you hanging around the house all day. I’m not having any son of mine sponging off us. You’re going to take that damn apprenticeship and start working for a living.”

“I can’t, Dad. I’ve decided to do something else.” I looked Dad in the eye, trying to get across how serious I was. “I’m going to be self-employed.”

“What!”

“I’ve thought long and hard about it, Dad. I can do so much, and this town doesn’t have someone like me. I’ve already registered, I’m starting my own business as a handyman.”

“What! You’ve made this decision without discussing it with us?” Dad sounded incredulous.

“I had to make my own decision, Dad. If we’d talked about it, you’d have pushed me in the direction you wanted me to go in. I had to make up my own mind. And I have been thinking about this for months. It isn’t a snap decision. I want to do this, Dad.” I hoped he would see the sincerity in my eyes.

Dad slumped in his chair, “They won’t hold it open for you, the apprenticeship. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll have to apply again and go up against all the other younger guys. And you know they don’t like taking on mature apprentices.”

“I know, Dad. But this is what I want.”

Finally, Dad resigned himself to the fact that I had made my choice, but told me to call his boss and tell him I was declining the apprenticeship. It was an awkward conversation, and I suspect he was disappointed. I hoped he wouldn’t take it out on Dad at work.

I could see my brother sitting on the top step as I went upstairs to take a shower.

“Have you been ear-wigging?”

“Difficult not to,” Louis smiled. “I was about to come down when I heard Dad. He’s not happy.” He stood up as I approached him, and we went into our bedroom.

“Well, it’s my life. I have to do what I want and not do things just to make Dad happy.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t even tell me you were thinking about doing this.”

I laughed, “You have got to be kidding! You are the biggest gob around here. You can’t keep any secrets, you would have blabbed to Mum and Dad.”

“I’m not that bad, Ollie.” Louis sat on his bed. I might have upset him. I know he looked up to me, and we had always been close.

I sat next to him and put my arm around him, “Sorry. But I didn’t tell anybody.”

“Phew!” Louis squirmed and pushed my arm off his shoulder. “You stink fowl.”

I stood up and pulled off my T-shirt. “I need a shower. I was sweating up a storm this afternoon.” I sat on my bed and unlaced my work boots. My socks were damp with sweat, even I flinched at the whiff. I dropped them on the floor. “Don’t let Dad make your decisions for you.” I looked at Louis. “Do what you want to do and don’t do something just to please him.”

“I was thinking about doing what you were going to do. I’m off to college in September, doing my T-Levels, but my problem is that I don’t know what I want to do.”

Louis was sixteen years old and two years younger than I was. “Well, you have time to work it out. And if you’re up for it, if I need a hand with a job, I’m hoping you’ll help for a bit of pocket money.”

“You’ll pay me the going rate!” Louis laughed.

“Okay, Baby Brother.” I only called him that when I wanted to stamp my superiority over him. I also unbuttoned my work trousers and let them fall to the floor, exposing my cock.

I heard Louis sigh deeply. “Still not wearing underwear, I see.”

“Still jealous of my seven soft inches and eleven hard inches. When will your tiny cock start to grow?”

“Fuck off, Ollie. My cock is perfectly normal and not some obscene donkey dick that can’t fit in any hole. No wonder you’re still a virgin.”

If only he knew the varied holes my hard cock had been inside. “That’s called transference. Just because you’re a virgin, don’t accuse me of being one.” I tugged my long cock and noticed Louis watching it swing between my legs. “Will you stop looking at my cock!” I chastised him.

“It’s difficult not to. It’s the biggest thing in the fucking room. They can see that fucking thing from space.” Louis laughed.

I wiggled my arse as I walked from the room to take my shower.

 

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