Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 21: The Odd Job Brothers

Thanks to Louis’s help, I was able to buy a new VW Caddy van. Although it was a few years old, it was new to me. I could even afford to add the lettering “Odd Job Ollie” to the sides of the van.

As a thank you, I took Louis with me to see Old Lady Lovecock. It was time to mow her lawn again and do some weeding. She also needed a dripping tap fixed in the kitchen.

Louis and I dressed in dark green work shorts and a white T-shirt. If Louis weren’t just an inch shorter than me, we could have been twins. The moment we arrived, we took off our shirts, and Old Lady Lovecock let out a squeal of joy. I mowed the lawn, and Louis weeded the flower bed. Old Lady Lovecock came out with some lemonade for us, and a small group of old ladies arrived. She greeted them, and because it was a warm and sunny day, they took tea on the patio. The old ladies supped tea and ate dainty cakes as they watched us work.

I just walked the mower up and down the lawn, but Louis was bent over, weeding. I noticed you could see the top of his arse, he was showing so much cleavage you could park a pedal bike between his cheeks. I’m glad I persuaded Louis not to wear underwear, as the old ladies were more interested in his arse than my naked, sweaty torso.

“Louis, my dear. Would you come over here for a moment?” I heard her call over my brother.

I stopped the mower and took my time in emptying the grass box so I could check on Louis.

“Yes, Mrs Lovecock.” Louis was very polite. I’d never seen him be so polite.

“I would like to introduce you to some friends of mine, although you may know some of them already, as you may have done some work for them.”

“Hello, Ladies.” Louis looked at the old dears.

“This is Louis. He is Ollie’s brother. When Ollie was incapacitated, he filled in for him.” She said to her friends. “You and your brother are so accommodating. I’ve been very pleased with both of you. You are very conscientious.”

Louis, the little tease, put his hands in his pockets and pulled his shorts down a little. A tiny strip of his pubes showed above the waistband of his shorts. All the old ladies glared at his crotch, looking at the small patch of pubes he was showing. I hoped he didn’t go any further.

“I should get back to work.” Louis smiled at the coterie of old ladies.

I fired up the mower, and we carried on working and sweating.

While working at Mrs Lovecock’s, I received a call from Mr Cremaster. He had an urgent repair, but Arthur wasn’t available. He’d taken someone to the hospital as they had an accident on site, nothing serious, insisted Mr Cremaster.

Louis and Mrs Lovecock sat at the kitchen table while I fixed her tap. She kept feeding Louis biscuits and squash, saying he needed to put some more meat on his bones.

I was glad when we left. Louis nearly polished off an entire packet of biscuits.

“Are you okay to help me out at the Cremaster Resort?” I asked Louis as I was putting away my tools and checking that the tap had stopped leaking.

“I’ll be fine. I don’t mind.” Louis said.

“Ooh! I wish I could go with you.” Mrs Lovecock beamed at the thought of my brother and me getting naked at the Cremaster Resort.

We left Mrs Lovecock and didn’t bother putting our T-shirts back on. As I drove us to Cremaster Resort, Louis pulled down his shorts and was sitting naked in my new van. I laughed; he seemed eager to be nude.

I pulled into the layby and got out to strip off my shorts. I got back in the van, and the young receptionist let us in.

After I parked up, Louis and I went into reception and found Mr Cremaster waiting for us.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ollie. And I assume this is your brother Louis.” He looked at my brother, and I nodded in agreement. “I hear he helped out when Arthur needed it. I’m very grateful.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said to the old man.

“Arthur was very complimentary about young Louis here. It seems he takes after you.” Mr Cremaster compared our cocks. “In one way at least.” He grinned.

“What’s the problem, Mr Cremaster?” I asked.

“I have a water leak, it’s cut off water to half the resort. I’m hoping you can make a temporary repair until we can do a permanent repair. We’ve turned the water off to prevent it from flooding the paths and grass. I used to do all the repairs here myself, and I think it’s just an issue with one of the cross fittings I installed about a decade ago. I hope you can do something. We can’t have half our guests without water.”

“We’ll certainly take a look and do the best we can,” I told him.

“I’ll take you to where the fitting is broken.”

Mr Cremaster rose to his feet and, using a walking stick, went to a buggy. It was parked next to the maintenance buggy, and he told me to follow him.

I’d never driven an electric buggy before, but after a few jerky manoeuvres, I managed to get the hang of it and followed him.

Louis was excited and kept asking if he could have a go at driving the buggy later. All I could tell him was, ‘we’ll see’. I sounded just like Dad.

We pulled up by an open manhole. Yellow cones had been placed around it to prevent anyone from falling in. I looked down the manhole and could see the offending junction; directly behind it was a stopcock.

“Arthur has put in an order for a new copper junction. It won’t arrive until tomorrow, by which time he will be able to fit it and make a permanent repair. In the meantime, I’m hoping you can do something so our guests at least have running water.”

“We’ll do our best, Mr Cremaster,” I told him.

“Thank you. I feel so much better now that the ‘Odd Job Brothers’ are on the job.”

Louis grinned at me. “We’ll do what we can, Sir,” Louis said to the old man.

“Thank you, both. I’ll be back at the reception building if you need me.”

Mr Cremaster got into his buggy and left us.

I lay on the ground and put my head down the manhole. I turned the stopcock and could see where the junction had split. I quickly turned it off and called Louis for some paper towel or a cloth to dry the intersection.

Once dry, I got to my feet and looked in the back of the buggy. I couldn’t find anything of use. It seemed they were more used to carrying out other types of repairs.

“Want to take me back to the van?” I grinned at Louis.

“Seriously?” If Louis were a toddler, he’d be jumping for joy.

I nodded

Louis looked like an excited schoolboy as he got behind the wheel. I showed him how it worked, and it jerked as he tried to drive it. Once he got the hang of it, he drove it very well. He didn’t drive recklessly, as one might expect from a teenager. He drove better than Arthur, but then Arthur was only driving so fast to make a point. He didn’t like me encroaching on his job. Louis drove well and took us back to the van safely. He pulled up and smiled at me.

“I might start teaching you to drive. Give you a head start before you’re seventeen.”

“Thanks, Ollie. It will be fun.”

I opened my van and searched in the back. I grabbed some clamps and epoxy putty. I knew this would be good enough for a domestic repair, but I wasn’t sure if it could withstand the pressure of a pipe supplying half the resort.

There was nothing else at hand I could use. Louis drove us back to the manhole. I lay down again, my head inside. I dried the joint again and asked Louis for the clamp. This was going to be a belt-and-braces job. It might have to hold for twenty-four hours. I fitted the clamp and then asked for the epoxy putty. I moulded it around the joint. We had to wait half an hour for the putty to set.

I stood up, and Louis and I sat in the buggy. We had thirty minutes with nothing to do.

“It looks like you’re comfortable being naked, Louis.”

“I don’t mind. It’s only because of Mum and Dad that I’m not naked at home, except in our room.”

“Did you enjoy working here?” I asked.

“It was work. I just happened to be naked. I don’t know why Mum and Dad are so against it.”

“I think Dad is slowly coming around. Once he does, Mum will be able to express herself like she did when she was younger.”

“Do you really think Dad will change?” Louis looked hopeful.

“He already is. But I’m more interested in what happened here when you worked here.”

“I told you, I did the work and left.” Louis tried to tell me nothing happened, but I suspected differently.

“I know you, Louis. And I know when you’re hiding something. What happened?”

Louis knew I knew something, and we would have thirty uncomfortable minutes as I prised it from him. Thankfully, it didn’t take that long, and he told me how a girl wanked him in the showers, and it seems two men and one boy masturbated while they watched it.

So Louis was still a virgin. I’m glad nothing more happened, and I’m glad Arthur didn’t entice him.

It was time to check the temporary repair. I lay down again and stuffed my head and arms back in the manhole. I checked that the epoxy had set and slowly turned on the stopcock. Little by little, I turned on the water. So far, the clamp and epoxy were holding. The stopcock was now fully open. There was no leakage, but I waited a little longer.

“Now that is a manhole I’d like to fill.” I raised my head to see that Arthur had arrived to check up on us. Louis looked at him, surprised by what he said.

I stood up. He looked at my soft seven inches, then at my face. I ignored his suggestive comment. “It looks like the temporary repair is holding. I hope it will hold until the new junction arrives.”

“Good.” Arthur said, “But it should be monitored a little while longer. Louis, wait here and keep your eye on the dodgy job your brother has done.”

Louis glared at Arthur. “That’s a good job. It’s the best we could do with the tools available to us. I suggest you speak to whoever looks after regular maintenance, as that junction has been leaking for a long time. They must have noticed the drop in water pressure and ignored it.”

I felt so proud of Louis, not just for standing up for me, but also for knowing his stuff. And a little bit for standing up for me.

“Look, Kid.” Arthur tried to belittle Louis, “I have so much to do around here that a drop in water pressure isn’t exactly an emergency.”

“Perhaps you need help.” Louis responded.

“Well, help me by sticking your fucking head down that hole and make sure it doesn’t burst.” Arthur sounded angry with Louis. I looked at him, indicating that he should do what he was told.

Arthur coughed and clutched his chest. “I’m not happy he brought you in,” Arthur said to me, “but I’m glad you’re here.” He grabbed his cock, “I’ve been needing a little relief.”

My arse twitched. I’d still not been fucked since my accident. I would beg Arthur to fuck me, even with my brother a few metres away from us.

Louis took his head out of the manhole and sat by it so he could look down, checking the repair, and watch me and Arthur.

This time, Arthur didn’t just fuck me. He pulled me to his buggy and had me bend over. He knelt and started to lick my arse. It felt great, and my cock grew hard. His tongue was playing with my hole and pushing inside. I groaned as I felt his tongue invade me. It felt good to have somebody invade my arse. Fingers replaced his tongue, and before I knew it, he was fucking me.

I could see Louis, sitting cross-legged by the mouth of the manhole, he was stroking his cock and watching me get fucked. It made my cock lurch, and I spewed precum over the buggy.

Arthur knew how to fuck. His cock felt so different to all the others. Perhaps it was because he was thicker, but he also knew how to use it. He didn’t just fuck me, he changed the angle he entered me so each thrust felt different.

I didn’t care that Louis was watching. Not now anyway. I cared too much about the cock up my arse. I was still making up for lost time, and my body shuddered as I came over the buggy. Arthur didn’t care; he kept thrusting his cock in and out. My cock dripped cum as his cock rubbed against my prostate.

Louis grunted, and he came.

Arthur kept fucking me, and my cock stayed hard. He was relentless, pummelling my arse and giving me the sexual high I’d missed since my accident.

Louis was still hard and wanking. It seemed he was ready to go again, like I was. My cock flailed in front of me as Arthur forced his cock deep into my bowel. I was groaning loudly; others must have heard. They came to investigate the strange noises I was making, and an audience soon surrounded us. The men and boys were hard and either fondling or wanking their cocks. The women frigged their cunts while the girls merely watched.

Even through the sounds of the audience, moaning and groaning, I heard Louis. I knew he’d cum again. My cock ached, and I also came. Arthur kept fucking me; each thrust forced more cum from me, but I grew soft. My cock was spent.

I could hear Arthur panting. He fucked me harder, and then he came. He thrust his cock deep inside me and kept it there as his cock sprayed my insides.

Arthur pulled out, his cock dripped cum, and my hole leaked his cum, it ran down my balls and thighs. I’d missed this.

With the show over, the audience dissipated, and Arthur turned to Louis, “Is the fix holding?”

Louis let go of his cum smeared cock and looked down the manhole. “It’s still holding.”

“Good. Now you two can go.” Arthur was gruff.

I beckoned Louis over and told him to drive us back to my van. Before we left, I told Arthur to let us know when he would need us again.

 

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