Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 7: Waking Up Naked

I still felt a pleasant glow as I woke the following morning. We’d slept on top of the bedclothes, but it was a warm night. It was unusual for me to wake up with a smile on my face, and I reached for my cock and gave it a few appreciative strokes. Beside me, Ewan slept peacefully. I looked at his recently trimmed body and ran my hand over the stubble on his chest and down to his neatly trimmed pubes.

Ewan was hard. I held his cock and slowly pulled down his foreskin. I watched as his skin slowly rolled back and his knob appeared; it looked dry, and I wanted to lean over and suck it. I stroked it some more, and a few drops of precum moistened his knob. Ewan fidgeted, and I released his cock. I didn’t want to wake him; I wanted to lie beside him and watch him. His foreskin had slid back to cover his knob, a pearl of precum plugging the puckered opening. It always amazed me how that bit of skin was so elastic that it could expand to roll down the shaft of a hard cock.

I slowly stroked my cock as I watched Ewan, listening to his breathing. I thought about Conor and how he’d watched Ewan fuck me. I felt my arse and the crusty cum that had dried on my cheeks. I pushed my fingers between my cheeks, and I was still moist. My hole was still relaxed, and my fingers slipped easily inside, aided by Ewan’s still-wet cum. If Conor weren’t in the living room, I would mount Ewan, waking him and sitting on his hard cock. I felt the urge to ride him; it was a position we hadn’t tried yet.

My cock throbbed at the thought, and I leaked precum. Beside me, Ewan’s cock was deflating, returning to its soft state. Even limp, I craved his cock.

I thought about Conor and wondered how he would react this morning. My thoughts reduced my cock to its flaccid seven inches. I hoped he wouldn’t be angry with me, but I supposed if he was, he would have said something last night.

The bedroom door was still ajar. Ewan had forgotten to close it properly before he fucked me. I got off the bed and crept into the front room. Conor was still lying on his back on the sofa, his legs dangling over the edge.

I held my cock and stroked it as I looked at my best friend. He was smooth, like me, and had a tuft of dark pubes above his cock, but now his cock stretched over it, hard and almost reaching his navel. He looked to be longer than average and quite thick. I could see traces of dried cum on his belly from last night. Seeing Ewan and me fucking excited him, and he couldn’t resist relieving himself. My cock grew hard, and I wanted to relieve myself as I looked at his naked body. I hadn’t looked at my friend like this before. He was just my best mate, we’d seen each other naked many times, but now I was looking at him through different eyes. My eyes had been opened to the joys of anal sex, and as I wanked over his naked body, I wondered how his cock would feel inside my arse.

It didn’t take long for me to cum. I stifled a grunt as I caught the cum in my hand, and I tiptoed to the bathroom to wash it off. I was soft when I returned to the living room, and I noticed Conor’s cock had shrunk. It looked cute as it nestled among his pubes. He squirmed, and I saw his eyelids flicker open. He was waking.

I sat in a chair opposite him.

“Morning, sleepy head,” I said softly. I was unsure how he would react this morning after what he had witnessed the night before.

Conor stretched out, exposing his hairy armpits, threw his legs over the side and sat up. He rubbed his eyes, and I smiled. It always reminded me of a toddler, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. But then Conor did sometimes act like a toddler, and it was what I liked most about him.

“Still naked, I see,” Conor croaked as he looked at my soft cock between my legs.

I shrugged. “Hope you’re not too hungover.” I noticed my work trousers on the floor, I picked them up and pulled out my mobile phone. I’d received a string of missed calls and messages. I hadn’t heard it ring last night and realised it was on silent.

Conor ruffled his hair, and I saw his hairy pits again. “I feel surprisingly well this morning. But would love a coffee.”

I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. I noticed that Conor watched my cock as I walked; he never missed an opportunity to look at my long member. I fiddled with my mobile as I walked. All the calls were from Mum, Dad and Louis. Shit! I’d not let them know I wasn’t home last night. I sent them a quick message apologising and put my mobile down on the countertop.

I must have gone through every cupboard in Ewan’s kitchen to find what I needed to get his coffee pot brewing a fresh pot. The smell started to fill the kitchen when Conor joined me. He was still naked. He could have got dressed, but I was pleased he didn’t.

Conor found a glass and turned on the cold tap to fill it. He drank a glass of water, but the silence between us made me nervous. Neither of us had said anything about last night.

“Did you sleep okay on the sofa?” I asked.

“It’s quite comfortable, but we had quite a bit to drink. I would have slept anywhere. At least it was warm, and I didn’t need the blanket. So, Ollie,” Conor gasped as he swallowed more water. “Are you feeling better about being naked? Do you think you can take that job?” He leaned against the countertop.

“I’m still a little anxious, but last night helped. However, it was still like being naked in front of mates. If I take the job, I’ll be naked around strangers.”

“That’s easier than being naked with friends.” Conor paused. I felt he was about to ask about Ewan and me. When Ewan emerged, his hair a mess and sleep still in his eyes.

“Morning, Guys.” He croaked and copied Conor by getting himself a glass of water and downing it in one. “I needed that.”

“Coffee?” I asked him.

“Black, no sugar, thanks.”

“I’m surprised you don’t already know how he likes it.” Conor glanced at Ewan. He looked at his soft cock. I wondered if he thought about that cock going inside my arse. I know I did, but scrubbed that from my mind as I didn’t want to chub up in front of Conor.

We took our coffee into the living room. Conor sat on the sofa, and Ewan sat next to him. They sat close together, but Conor ensured they didn’t touch.

“So, when are we going to get dressed?” Conor asked. I sensed he was eager to cover up.

Ewan slapped Conor’s bare thigh, “I’m happy to sit like this till I go out.”

“Me, too,” I said. “I’m okay being naked in front of my friends.”

“You can get dressed if you want, Conor,” Ewan said. “But I’m not. I’m enjoying letting it all hang loose.”

“Would you mind if I have a shower before I go? I have a few jobs today.” I asked Ewan.

“Sure.” Ewan got up and came back with a clean towel. I took it and went to the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door; I couldn’t see the point.

While I was in the shower, Conor came in to use the toilet. I joked about him joining me to wash my back, but he ignored me. I’m not sure he felt like banter this morning.

When I came back into the living room, Conor was dressed, and I saw my clothes neatly folded. Ewan remained naked, and his face showed that he was annoyed. Conor was silent, and the atmosphere became strained when I joined them.

“I’m going to get back,” Conor stated and went to the door.

“Hang on and I’ll give you a lift,” I told him.

“No need. I’m going to walk.” Conor said.

I pulled on my work trousers, tucking in my soft cock. “Don’t be an arse, Conor. You never walk anywhere. I’ll give you a lift. I’m going your way.”

Conor huffed and stood still as I pulled on my T-shirt.

“Thanks for last night, Ewan. I’ll be in touch.” I said.

“No problem, see you soon,” Ewan said as we left.

Conor was silent as I drove him home. I tried to talk, but only got grunts or shrugs from him.

I felt my mobile vibrate in my pocket, and when I pulled over by Conor’s house, I took it out. Ewan had sent me a message. It was short, but it explained Conor’s strange mood.

“I think we should talk later,” I said to him.

“What about?” Conor was curt.

“You know what the fuck about!” I got annoyed with him. “I know you know what me and Ewan did last night, and from what Ewan just texted me, you’re pissed about it.”

“How could you fucking do it with me in the room?” Conor released his anger.

“We fucking didn’t. You spied on us. If anyone should be angry, it’s Ewan and me. You know fucking well that I’m experimenting. I told you, and you didn’t seem to have an issue with it.”

“I know.” Conor sighed. “I’ve just never seen it before. Not in person, in porn, yes. You seemed to be really enjoying it.”

“I was.” I smiled at him. “And you obviously weren’t disgusted by it as you knocked one out immediately afterwards.”

“Well, watching you was hot.” His eyes widened, “Hang on. You know I had a crafty wank after watching you get fucked? You watched me. You fucking watched me.”

“I couldn’t help it. I went to the toilet and saw you. Let’s call it quits then, you saw me, I saw you.”

Conor laughed, “What a fucking night!”

“Are we okay?” I asked.

Conor laughed, “Of course, we’re fucking okay. It would take something much worse than getting fucked in front of me to break us apart.”

“You should try it.” I winked at him.

“Fuck off.” He opened the door and got out. “See you later, Ollie. And take that fucking job!” He slammed the door and went into his house.

 

When I got home in the middle of the afternoon, I had a frosty reception from Mum. I’d forgotten to let them know I wouldn’t be coming home last night.

“Your Dad is furious, Ollie. We were all worried about you. Couldn’t you have sent us a message, anything? I know you’re an adult now and want your freedom, but we do still care about you, and it was very selfish of you not to let us know that you were okay.”

“I’m sorry, Mum. It will never happen again. I just had some things going around my head and totally forgot.”

Mum came and hugged me. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, thanks. It’s all sorted. It’s just a big responsibility I’ve taken on, starting my own business.”

“I know, Ollie.” Mum squeezed me and then let me go. “And I’m very proud of you.”

“Thanks, Mum. Do you think if I hug Dad, he’ll forgive me?” I joked.

“If only it were that easy.”

“Where’s Louis?”

“In your room. He won’t admit it, but I think he was worried about you, too. He put on a brave face, but I could tell.”

“I’ll hug him too.” I smiled.

Louis was sitting up in bed playing on his mobile when I went in. He gave me a sideways glance and quickly looked away. He was mad at me.

“I’m sorry, Louis.” I sat on his bed.

“Fuck off!”

I placed my hand on his ankle. “I’m really sorry, Louis.”

He kicked his leg to get my hand off it. “You weren’t here last night listening to Mum and Dad wittering on about you. Shall we ring the hospital? Shall we call security? I got no peace all night.”

“Weren’t you worried about me?” I teased Louis.

“Fuck off!” Louis kept his eyes on his mobile phone.

I lunged at Louis, tickling him. I ran my hands over his sides and into his armpits. He had always been ticklish. Louis squirmed beneath me.

“Get off!” Louis laughed. But I kept on tickling his pits. He held his arms close to his body to try to prevent me from reaching them, but I grabbed him by the wrist and pulled one arm up, leaving his armpit exposed for me to assault. His T-shirt had ridden up his body, and I could see his hairy armpit. It was damp with sweat.

“Louis! You sweaty pig.” I pulled off my tee shirt, wiped my pits and then Louis’ armpit. I then rubbed my sweaty T-shirt over his face.

“Stop it!” Louis protested, but he was still laughing. I threw my T-shirt on the floor.

Louis was panting, and we sat motionless on his bed, catching our breath.

“You were worried about me, weren’t you?” I asked my brother.

“Well,” Louis shrugged, “perhaps just a little bit.”

I chuckled and stood up. “I need a shower.” I dropped my work trousers and let Louis stare at my cock for a moment. “Still jealous, I see.”

I lunged at Louis again, tickling his neck, his armpits and his nipples. Louis squirmed again, wriggling underneath me.

“What the hell is happening here!” Dad’s loud voice rumbled around the room, “And why are you naked, Ollie, and bullying your brother?”

I straightened myself and turned to look at our father. “I was not bullying him, I was tickling him. And I’m naked because I’m about to take a shower.”

“Well, cover yourself up. I’m not having this conversation with that in plain view,” he pointed at my seven-inch soft cock,

I chuckled as I dashed across the room to grab a towel from my chest of drawers. I wrapped it around my waist and turned back to look at Dad. I noticed Louis had pulled down his T-shirt and curled over, hoping not to be noticed.

“I suppose you think it is funny, scaring us witless last night. We had no idea if you were alive or dead.”

“I apologised to Mum and Louis. Look, Dad, I’m sorry. I understand the worry I caused, and I promise to be more considerate in future. It won’t happen again.”

“Good!” Dad huffed and stomped back downstairs.

I unwrapped the towel from my waist and slung it over my shoulder. “I think he is envious of my cock. He wishes he were as big as I am. That’s why you two get on so well, you both have tiny dicks. You aren’t a challenge to his manhood.”

“Having a massive cock is a sign of low intelligence.” Louis grinned, trying to wind me up.

“Envy doesn’t suit you, little brother.”

 

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