Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 15: Time to Knock One Out

When I got home, I was surprised to see my Dad smiling. I was even more astonished by what he said.

“I was given seven shades of shit this morning because of you.” Dad grinned, and I looked on in confusion. “Mr Vos called this morning to cancel his contract with CC. It seems you impressed him.”

I blushed after just coming from his establishment and received three men’s cum up my arse. “I did agree to do some work for him.”

“I assume the place was closed when you went there?” Dad asked.

“They are closed Mondays, and that’s when he asked me to do the maintenance.” I neglected to say I was there this morning and had been fucked within an inch of my life.

“Good.” Dad seemed relieved, “I’d hate for you to be exposed to what happens there when it’s open.”

“Have you been there, Dad?”

“I’ve been a few times and only once when it was open, for an emergency repair. Even I was shocked by what I saw some men doing, and they tried to get me involved.”

“Did you, Dad?” I asked.

“You cheeky bugger.” Dad laughed, “No way did I get involved, I had to be quite aggressive with some men that wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“That must have been awkward.”

“It was. I got out of there as quickly as I could. When I told them back at the office what happened, they just laughed. Some of the men that they send take full advantage of the facilities. They sent me because they thought I would like to get involved.”

“Well, I’ll try not to visit when it’s open. I wouldn’t want to be caught up in all that.” I said what Dad expected me to say, but inwardly I was smiling.

“You see, Ollie. We don’t get many perks with CC, but some of the men enjoyed going to Vos de Vos, and you have just taken that perk from them. If they want to go now, they will have to pay.”

“Sorry, Dad. I had no idea. I’d never even heard of the place before Sunday.”

“You’re a good boy, Ollie. I’d hate for you to succumb to Vos de Vos. Those men can be very persistent. Just look after yourself.”

“I will, Dad.”

When I went upstairs to get changed, I found Louis sitting on his bed. He laughed as he typed a message on his mobile phone. He was chatting with one of his mates. He merely nodded to me when he saw me.

I stripped out of my work clothes, but before getting dressed, I pressed a finger into my arsehole. After taking three cocks in quick succession, I wondered how I felt back there. I didn’t feel any pain, but I wondered if I would when poking it.

“Ergh gross, Ollie.” Louis screwed up his face as he saw me poking my hole and then checking my finger and seeing the cum it had picked up. I was still loose, but I wasn’t sore.

Louis put down his mobile and swung his legs off the bed. He now sat on the edge and studied my naked body and soft seven inches.

“You’ve been fucked again.” He giggled.

“Fuck off, Louis.”

“Hey, that’s my line.” He laughed, “But you have, haven’t you?”

“Shush, not so loud. Mum and Dad will hear.”

“Are you sore back there? Do you want me to check?”

“No, they used lube this time,” I told my brother.

“They!” Louis’ eyes widened.

Fuck! It just slipped out. My brother is going to think I’m a slut. I coughed, choking on my tongue. I was blushing, and Louis was revelling in my embarrassment.

“How many and when?” Louis wanted all the details.

Still naked, I sat on my bed and swore Louis to secrecy, again. I told him about the gay sauna and what happened to me. He kept grabbing his crotch as I spoke; he was getting hard listening to my antics. I hadn’t realised, but my cock also became hard.

“You had a fucking orgy!” Louis was gobsmacked.

“It wasn’t an orgy, Louis!” I protested.

“You were in a room with five naked men, and three of them fucked you. I call that an orgy.” He grabbed his crotch again and squeezed. “Fuck!” His trapped erection was causing him some discomfort.

I stood up, my erection pointing at Louis. Unfortunately, at that moment, Dad came in. I immediately covered my crotch with my hands, but I couldn’t completely cover myself.

“Dad!” I whined. “You need to knock.”

He didn’t say anything; he turned around and left. “Your Mum says dinner will be in half an hour.” He said before shutting the door.

I uncovered myself and gave my cock a few strokes.

“We have just enough time to knock one out.” Louis lay on his bed and pushed down his grey sweatpants and white briefs. His T-shirt had ridden up, exposing his abdomen, and his cock sprang up and slapped his skin. He wasted no time in grabbing his stiff cock and started wanking.

I remained standing and watched my brother wank. My hand stroked my hard eleven inches as I watched Louis stroke his cock, sliding his foreskin back and forth, exposing his moist knob. His brown pubes were natural and untrimmed. They were still quite tidy and not the unruly bush that comes with age. His skin looked soft.

Louis glanced at me. He didn’t object to me standing and looking at him as I wanked. I think he liked the idea as he smirked and closed his eyes.

I grunted. I was going to cum soon.

Louis opened his eyes and looked at my cock, his hand still giving his cock a workout.

He grinned as I came. The first shot was powerful and splashed on Louis’ hip. The rest shot onto our carpet.

Watching me cum sent Louis over the edge, and he shot onto his T-shirt and exposed belly. He kept his hand on his cock as he rolled his head back, catching his breath. He finally released his soft cock, and it flopped onto his pubes.

“You’d better clean that up.” Louis opened his eyes and pointed to my streaks of cum on the carpet. “And while you’re at it, get me some tissues. Your cum is burning my skin.” He chuckled.

I grabbed a tissue and knelt by Louis’ bed. I wiped my cum from his hip; my fingers were close to his cock, which lay limp in his pubes. I stroked his hip. It was dry and smooth. I don’t know what came over me, but I kept cleaning up my brother’s cum. I wiped his cum from his belly and his T-shirt. I noticed his cock thickened as I cleaned him. I cleaned his pubes, both sides of his cock, but I didn’t touch it.

I had a wad of cummy tissues in my hand and went to drop them in the bin in our room when I saw my cock leak, and I caught the stray drop of cum in the tissues. I rubbed the damp tissues over my shaft, smearing cum over it; my brother’s cum. I dropped the tissues in the bin and then grabbed some more and cleaned my cock. I screwed some more up and threw them at Louis so he could clean his cock.

 

The following morning, I jumped out of bed when the alarm rang. Louis grumbled and turned over. I was looking forward to going to work. I knew what awaited me when I got there.

It was Wednesday morning, and Arthur had told me I needed to turn up half an hour early. He liked to fuck before work, and my arse wanted his cock.

I became nervous when I pulled my van over to strip naked before entering the Cremaster Freedom Resort. I wondered if he was joking. I hoped not.

I pulled into the car park and fixed my tool belt around my waist. I walked to the reception and was met by the same smiling receptionist.

“He’s in the back room. You can go through.” He looked at my soft seven-inch cock and not my face.

Arthur was sitting at a laptop again. The chair swivelled and he checked the time. “You’re early.” He stated.

“You told me to come half an hour early,” I told him.

“Why would I do that?” Was he teasing me, or had he forgotten what he said?

“I’m not sure,” I said nervously.

“I’m sure you can remember, Ollie.”

He was going to make me say it. “You said that you wanted to fuck me before we started work.” I gulped and blushed.

“I knew there was a reason!” Arthur laughed and stood up. He was already hard. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a tube of lube. “And because you’re here early, I assume that you want me to fuck you.”

I nodded.

Arthur approached me and stood directly in front of me. He was so close I could feel his breath. I expected him to kiss me, but he didn’t. His hands reached behind me and smeared lube in my crack and around my hole. He pushed a finger inside me, causing me to raise on tiptoes.

“You’re still loose. Where were you fucked yesterday?” He grinned.

I nodded. I was growing impatient. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his thick cock stretch my hole.

Arthur stopped teasing me and bent me over the back of a chair. He was gentle and didn’t play with my hole first; he simply thrust his cock inside me until his balls slapped my buttocks.

A guttural groan escaped from my throat as the pain hit me. He didn’t let my hole get used to his cock before he started to fuck me, making me grunt each time he bottomed out.

The receptionist leaned against the door frame, watching me get fucked. He was stroking his cock, enjoying the show.

Arthur pounded my arse like he was punishing me. He didn’t make a secret of the fact that he didn’t think I was needed around the resort, and he took it out of my arse. I didn’t care, I loved the hard pounding he gave me. It made my cock achingly hard, and yet again, I was prevented from touching myself as I had to brace myself and prevent the chair from toppling over.

“Shit!” Arthur gasped as he went faster.

My grunting grew louder, my cock flailing beneath me and spitting precum in all directions.

“We should get to work!” Arthur was still pounding my arse. “Almost done.”

His breathing became erratic, and with one final stab, his cock shot cum deep inside my bowels. He pulled. “Time to get started. Get your arse in the buggy. We’re finishing the outside of the last cabin today.

I grabbed my hard eleven inches, intending to finish myself off, but Arthur slapped my hand away, “No time for that, Ollie.”

“Shame.” The receptionist sighed. He hadn’t cum yet either. “I was hoping to see it spurt.”

My arse leaked onto the seat of the buggy. Arthur didn’t drive any smoother this week, and my arse was flying off the seat more often than I sat on it. As a result, his cum dripped from my arse and created a pool on the vinyl seat. It splattered as my arse crashed down and I slipped on the wet seat, almost falling to the floor, I only just managed to hold on and to stay in the buggy. Arthur saw me slip, but he never eased off the accelerator.

I was relieved when we reached the cabin and I could get my feet on the firm grass. I grabbed a cloth from the back and wiped the seat clean.

“Finish sanding the walls, and then we’ll start painting this afternoon.”

“Okay,” I said and got to work. Any remnants of pleasure had gone from me as my cock wilted in the buggy.

 

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