Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 10: The Desperate Dad-To-Be

I was beginning to realise what assets I had. Whenever possible, I took off my shirt to let my clients ogle my body. I’d also invested in a pair of work shorts instead of trousers. It felt better to work in only shorts, especially in summer. I went back to Old Lady Lovecock and tidied up her lawn. I took off my T-shirt and enjoyed letting her watch me. She was very attentive and kept providing me with glasses of lemonade.

My next job was to decorate a nursery for a young couple. The heavily pregnant wife remained downstairs to avoid inhaling the paint fumes. The father kept checking up on me. I was up a ladder painting the ceiling when he poked his head around the door.

“Looking good, Ollie.” The young man said.

“I’ll be done by the end of the day. I just need to put the final coat on the walls once I’ve finished the ceiling.” I smiled down at the young man.

“I didn’t mean the ceiling.”  The man leered at me and stood at the base of the stepladders on which I was standing. His face was very near my arse. He took a deep breath.

“Your wife is downstairs, Mr Baxter.”

“Call me, Julian. My wife is taking a nap on the sofa and has been off sex for the last six months.” I felt him fumble at my shorts, and they slipped down my thighs. “Oops.” Julian was play-acting. “You’d better step out of your shorts. We don’t want them to trip you up.”

I had no choice but to let him take my shorts. He threw them out of the door. Julian started to knead my buttocks. “Your cheeks remind me of my wife’s tits.” He began to kiss them and suck on my buttocks like he was sucking on a nipple. He spread them and licked my hole. I groaned, and my cock started to grow.

I held onto the step ladder to prevent myself from falling as he pushed his tongue inside my hole.

“You taste like my wife’s cunt.” I could hear him slobbering, and his spit wet my arse.

“Oh, fuck. I need to get down before I fall.” I said softly, enjoying what Julian was doing to my arse.

With my feet firmly on the bare floorboards, I turned to face Julian.

“Fuck! I was told you were big, but I didn’t expect you to be that big.” He grabbed my hard cock and stroked it.

“What part of your wife does that remind you of?” I teased him, leaking precum over his hand.

“You’re a cheeky boy.” Julian grinned but didn’t stop wanking me. “I may prefer women, but not exclusively.”

Julian got to his knees and sucked on my knob. He pulled back my foreskin and flicked his tongue around the tip. I grunted and felt my cock squeeze out a stream of precum. Julian drank it all. He pushed my cock inside his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. He slowly pulled back until it slipped from his lips.

“I wonder if I still have the knack,” Julian said to himself. He took a deep breath and then pushed my cock between his lips again.

My cock gradually disappeared, and he stopped again when it hit the back of his throat. I felt his hands on my buttocks; he gripped them tightly, holding me steady. I felt his throat undulate around the tip of my cock. I leaked more precum and felt him swallow it. Then his throat seemed to open up, and Julian pushed my cock down his throat. He choked and he slobbered, and then his nose was buried in my pubes.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped. No one had managed to get all my cock inside their mouth before. It felt fantastic as his controlled choking massaged my cock.

Julian pulled back, and my cock left his throat and then his mouth. “Still got it,” he smiled proudly. Then my cock was buried deep in his throat again. He sucked me and lapped at my cock. The feel of it going in and out of his throat was bringing me close. He played with my arse again, tracing a finger down my crack, teasing my hole. He pressed his finger, and it slipped inside. He searched for my prostate and prodded it while engulfing my cock.

“Fuck!” I gasped and felt my cock lurch and spew cum. As I came, Julian gradually pulled my cock from his throat so the last few shots landed on his tongue. He tasted me and rolled my cum around his mouth as my cock slipped from his lips. Then he swallowed.

As I caught my breath, I looked at my softening cock, covered in his spit and cum, some concealed into clumps over my shaft. No one had ever managed to swallow all of my cock before. Julian kept kneeling at my feet, looking up at me, grinning inanely.

Julian wiped his arm over his lips and stood up. He leaned in to kiss me, but I flinched away. I’d never been kissed by a man before. Julian tried again, and I didn’t flinch this time. I felt his lips on mine, and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I could feel my cock harden again. Kissing Julian began to excite me, and my exposed cock head rubbed against his jeans. I pulled my hips back to prevent them from scratching my knob.

“Can I fuck you?” Julian broke the kiss.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I smirked.

Before I knew it, I was pushed against the wall, and Julian was fumbling with his jeans. He pulled them down, along with his underwear, and I felt his cock spread my buttocks and rest against my twitching hole.

Julian thrust himself inside me. I grunted loudly, and his hand covered my mouth to muffle the sound.

I was still loose and sore from Arthur fucking me, and Julian’s slender cock slipped inside with little resistance. But there was still some pain. My hole was being fucked red raw as Julian thrust his cock in and out. He was truly desperate for sex. I could tell from his eagerness and the fact that he didn’t care about my pleasure, just his own.

He didn’t last long. He came inside and uncovered my mouth. I could feel his breath against my neck as he recovered from the frantic fuck. He pulled out, and I turned to get a fleeting glimpse of his hard cock as he tucked it back into his underwear.

“I need to use your bathroom to clean up.” As I walked out of the nursery, I picked up my shorts and went to the bathroom. I ran the hot water tap and draped my cock and balls over the sink. Using some handwash, I washed my cock, removing the spit and cum that were clinging to it. I dried it on the hand towel.

I used some toilet paper to wipe my arse. I looked at the cum I wiped away before flushing it down the toilet.

I put my shorts back on and went back to finish the nursery ceiling. I had to stop a couple of times and wipe my arse again. His cum continued to leak, and I didn’t want it staining the back of my shorts. I had to buy some lube and keep it in my tool belt, especially if I was going to get fucked as often as I seemed to be in this job. If I were to continue to get fucked, I would have to look after my hole better.

When I finished the job, I gave Julian my bill. He paid me straight away. “It should be in your account now.” He said after closing his banking app.

I checked my banking app and saw the money in my account. But he’d paid extra, quite a lot extra.

I furrowed my brow in confusion, “Is this right?” I asked him.

“Oh, yes. You deserved a tip for doing such a good job.”

What he gave me was more than a tip. Had he just paid me for sex? I never asked for extra.

 

I felt like talking and rang Ewan. He invited me over for dinner. I sent a message to Mum, Dad and Louis to let them know I won’t be home for dinner and that I’d let them know later if I was staying over.

Whatever was cooking smelled delicious. Ewan gave me a beer, and we sat in his living room. If I could talk to anyone about this, it would be Ewan. Conor would be uncomfortable talking about me taking it up the arse.

“Things have been hectic the last few days.” I began, “I’ve been busy with jobs, but I seem to end up getting fucked at over half of them. I’m beginning to feel sore.”

Ewan chuckled, “You can say no, you know. Or is it you instigating it?”

“It’s definitely not me!” I protested, “The bloke today just pulled down my shorts, gave me a blow job and then fucked me. His fucking pregnant wife was downstairs.”

“Shit, Ollie. That was dangerous.”

“She’s been withholding sex from him since she got pregnant, and he was fucking desperate.”

“As I said, Ollie. You can say no.”

“I know.” I sighed. “I think it’s these damn flyers. No job too small for this big boy. I should have created them when I’d had a drink. I’m going to get some new ones made.”

“Don’t you fucking dare, they’re hilarious and they are getting you regular work. You just need to learn how to say no.” Ewan laughed.

“Look, Ewan. I know you’ve been with men, so you know what you’re doing. I couldn’t ask this of Conor; he knows nothing. But I’m sore. You know, back there. I wonder if you could check me out.”

Ewan could tell that I was concerned, so he had me go through to his bedroom and lie on my bed. I went in, turned the lights on and stripped naked. I lay flat on my front and waited for Ewan to join me.

“Okay, Ollie. Let’s take a look.” Ewan had come in with some creams. He pulled my legs apart and knelt between them. He pulled my buttocks apart and then got off the bed, “I’m just getting some toilet paper, you’ve been leaking cum.” I did feel moist.

Ewan wiped my arse and pried my buttocks apart again. “It does look red,” Ewan said.

I felt him prod my hole; he must have put some cream on his finger, as it felt cool.

“It’s definitely sore. It’s not bleeding, but the skin is cracked, and I’m getting tiny spots of red on my finger. What lube have you been using?”

“None, really. Just spit or cum.” I twisted my head to look at Ewan.

“You fucking idiot!” He slapped my arse. “You must always use lube, or you will keep getting sore. I used lube when I fucked you, I thought you knew.”

“I told you, I’m new to all this. I did think about it, though.”

“Fucking hell, Ollie. There’s being new to butt sex and there’s being fucking ignorant.”

“Which is the best to use?” I asked.

Ewan threw a tube next to my head. “I use this one. It’s a generic type. There’s no need to pay extra for a brand name; they are all essentially the same.”

“Can I keep this?” I held onto the half-empty tube.

“Sure. But please, Ollie. Give your arse a rest for a couple of days and then start using the lube.”

“It itches. It’s like it’s begging to be fucked.”

“That’s because it’s sore. It’s trying to heal.” Ewan rubbed some cream on my hole and inside. He massaged it in, and it did soothe the itch.

“So what do I do about sex for the next couple of days?”

Ewan kept rubbing my hole. “You’ll have to do the fucking. You still remember how, I hope.”

“Knowing how to fuck isn’t the problem, finding someone to take my massive cock in their cunt or arse is.”

“You know I’ve already offered. I would love to feel you stretch me.” Ewan slapped my arse again.

I turned over and lay on my back. My cock was hard and lying flat along my belly. Ewan reached for it and began to stroke me. He cradled my balls with his other hand.

“That feels good,” I sighed. “The bloke today didn’t care about pleasing me; he just wanted to get inside someone.”

Ewan kept stroking my cock. I was leaking again. He leaned forward and lapped at the tip as my precum flowed. Then he sucked on my knob. I gasped and arched my back. His fingers and mouth felt wonderful. My arse left the mattress a moment, and Ewan pushed a finger between my cheeks. He rubbed my sore hole and only allowed his fingertip to enter. I wanted more, I wanted his cock inside me, but Ewan wasn’t going to fuck me today.

He kept working my cock with his lips and hands. I was writhing beneath Ewan, pushing my cock past his lips and through his fingers. I started to groan. I was getting close.

Ewan took my cock out of his mouth, “Cum for me, Ollie.” His fingers kept stroking me, “Tell me when so I can catch it in my mouth.”

I didn’t make him wait, “Now!” I yelped, and his lips were on my cock as it exploded in his mouth. He caught all my cum, but he didn’t swallow. He moved along my body, and we kissed. He let my cum slosh between our lips, and we both swallowed.

Ewan broke our kiss. “Dinner’s ready, there’s no need to dress for dinner.” He grinned.

I asked him if I could stay the night. I messaged Louis to let him know I wouldn’t be home and to tell our parents.

It felt nice sleeping next to someone. We didn’t fuck. But I did suck off Ewan. I needed the practice.

 

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