Odd Job Ollie
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter 8: When The Hole Rules The Head

I felt it unnecessary to dress on Wednesday morning, but I wasn’t about to leave the house naked. Mum and Dad would throw a fit. Dad didn’t even want to talk to me while I was naked yesterday, while in the privacy of my bedroom.

Dressed in my standard uniform of T-shirt and work trousers, I went downstairs, ate breakfast, and had a strong black coffee. Louis was still fast asleep in our bedroom and merely groaned when I disturbed him.

Dad was still not happy with me and said a cursory greeting as I sat down.

“What you got on today, Ollie?” Mum said in a pleasant tone.

“A full day, I think. Someone’s booked me for a full day. It will be nice to get my teeth into a substantial project.”

“That’s good. You should earn good money from that.” Mum said, and Dad huffed. He had still not come to terms with me earning a living for myself and not following him and working for Cockaigne Construction.

“I’m off. See you later.” I don’t know who Dad was speaking to, but neither my mum nor I said anything while he got up from the breakfast table and slammed the front door as he left.

“He’ll calm down soon, Ollie,” Mum said to me.

“I hope so. He’s being a bit of a…” I didn’t want to finish that sentence in front of Mum.

Mum ruffled my hair like I was a little kid. “Remember to let us know if you’re not coming back tonight.” She smiled, reminding me about what happened and not to forget how it upset the family.

“I have no plans, but if that changes, I’ll let you know.” I smiled at her and checked the kitchen clock. “Time to make a move.”

I picked up my dirty pots and put them in the dishwasher. I may still live at home, but I didn’t expect Mum to fetch and carry for me.

“I’ll see you later.” I waved goodbye and left.

My VW Caddy chugged before it started, and I drove to Cremaster Freedom Resort. The lay-by where I was expected to strip was well signposted. Another car was already there. I parked behind it. A family got out of the car. It was a couple and their two young kids, a boy and a girl. I watched as they took their clothes off. The father stripped quickly, exposing his hairy body and limp cock. His wife was more careful as she stripped, taking off an item of clothing and folding it neatly. The daughter took after her mother, and the son took after his father. The boy rushed to get out of his clothes, gathered the pile, and threw them in the back of the car. He stood, naked, with a wide smile. I noticed his small cock and the little tuft of pubes framing it. He’d only just started puberty. I can’t remember having a cock as small as that boy’s, but I knew I was blessed and that boy was probably completely normal. His cock and tuft of pubes looked cute. His older sister immediately sat back in the car when she was naked. The naked family were now back in the car and driving the few metres to the gates of Cremaster Freedom Resort.

I got out of my van and thought for a moment. I had to strip naked to get to work. I was alone now, and removing my clothes felt easier. I clipped my tool belt around my naked waist and got back in my van. The handle of my hammer slipped between my legs and hit my balls. I winced and moved it aside. I drove the few metres to the gate.

I waited at the old-fashioned white wooden gate. There was no intercom to let someone know I was waiting to be let in.

A few seconds after pulling up, I saw a young naked man walk towards the gate. He looked like a bouncer. Big, bulky and muscular. His biceps were so large that no matter how far out he held his arms, they seemed to stick to his torso. His thighs were so large that no light could be seen between them. His cock and balls were small and tight. I wondered how many steroids he’d taken, or perhaps his body was created through hard graft. The way he held himself, he was proud of his body; it wasn’t made by any artificial means.

“Have you a booking?” The man said gruffly as he approached the gate.

“Mr Cremaster is expecting me. I’m Odd Job Ollie.”

“Are you naked?” He asked.

“Yes.”

The man forced me out of the car so he could see my naked body. A smile spread across his face when he saw the size of my flaccid cock.

“Welcome to Cremaster Freedom Resort! I’m sure you will enjoy your time here.” The man grinned at me and opened the gate. “Mr Cremaster has told me you need to see Arthur. He is our maintenance man. He is over there, waiting for you.” He gestured to the reception building.

I parked by the reception building and got out of my van. All I was wearing was a tool belt and work boots. My seven-inch soft cock swayed as I walked into the building.

“I’m here to see Arthur, I think,” I said to the young man behind the reception desk.

The young man’s face lit up when he saw me, and he looked me up and down. “Follow me.” He walked into a back room where I saw a middle-aged man sitting in front of a laptop. He turned his head to look at me. He didn’t look happy.

“Hi. I’m Ollie.” I held out my hand, but the man didn’t shake it.

“I don’t know why he’s brought you in.” Arthur stood up.

Arthur was taller than I was and had short, greying hair. The hair on his chest was still dark, and so was his thick bush of pubes. He wasn’t the old man I was expecting. He still looked fit and more than capable of maintaining the site. Perhaps there was more that needed doing that one man could cope with.

“I’m just here to support you, that’s all.” I smiled disarmingly.

“Well, as long as you do what you’re told and keep out from under my feet, we might get on.” He grabbed a sheet of paper from the printer. “Come with me.”

Arthur strode out of reception. I followed behind. There was an electric buggy outside which held all his tools. He got behind the wheel, and I rushed around the buggy, managing to jump in beside him just as it sped off. I clung to the metal frame to prevent myself from falling out.

He whizzed past cabins and seemed to enjoy going over the many potholes in the pathway to jostle me. I bumped my head on the roof when he went over a deep pothole. My arse left the seat, and when I came down, I crushed my balls. My grunt drew Arthur’s attention and a sly smile. I pulled my balls from under me and cradled them.

Arthur pulled up outside a cabin. “This is our worst cabin.” He said as he got out of the buggy. “It takes the brunt of the bad weather. Being on the edge of the wood, it is exposed to the wind and rain more than the others. The trees provide little protection for it.”

I looked at the cabin. It didn’t look too bad; there was some peeling paint, and the gutters and fascias looked like they could use some fixing. It was in a beautiful location and sat mere metres from the shore of the lake. It had a private beach, small and overlooked, but whoever stayed at the cabin was guaranteed a prime spot by the lake. Some ladders, paint and other equipment were already on the wooden veranda.

“Can I trust you to clear the gutters and ensure they are secure? When it rains, water runs down the walls. Then sand down the facias and prime them for a topcoat.”

“No problem, Arthur.”

The cabins were single-storey with a pitched roof. They were constructed using wood, so they required regular maintenance. Each cabin was painted in a typical Scandinavian deep red. But I did notice some of the paint peeling.

I removed my tool belt and grabbed the ladder. I leaned it against the wall. I picked up an empty bucket and then climbed the ladder. Arther stood at the foot of the ladder and watched me. I could see into the gutters and saw they were clogged with leaves and twigs. I delved into the gutter and scooped out the debris, throwing it into the bucket.

“What do I do with the rubbish?” I asked.

“We take it back and dispose of it. We don’t throw it in the lake.” He glared up at me.

I never suggested we throw it in the lake. I wouldn’t. The water looked clear, and the lakebed was strewn with small, smooth pebbles.

Arthur kept watching me get my hands dirty. I wondered if he was expecting me to do all the work while he only supervised.

“I’ve got other stuff to do. I’ll be back in a few hours.” Arthur turned and left me alone.

 

Everyone who walked by the cabin stopped to speak to me. Sometimes it was just a quick hello, other times it was a short conversation where I explained that I was helping Arthur with the maintenance. I was up the ladder, so the people only saw my backside. I was surprised by how comfortable I was being naked. It helped that my cock wasn’t on show, not because of embarrassment, but whenever people saw it, it was always the centre of attention.

My bucket was getting full, so I climbed down. My hands were filthy, so I went to the shore, crouched down, and rinsed them in the lake. Despite being in the middle of summer and a mini heatwave, the water was surprisingly cool.

I didn’t see or hear the man when he came up behind me. He stroked my arse, and his finger touched my hole. I jumped up and yelped with surprise.

It was Arthur. “I thought I’d come back and check up on you. I see you are having a break already.”

“No, I was just rinsing my hands and getting a fresh bucket,” I replied and noticed that his cock was hard. It looked quite thick. My cock lurched, and I felt my hole twitch.

Arthur smiled. It was the first time I’d seen him smile. “I think we both deserve a break.” He reached out and grabbed my cock. “I’ve been wondering how large this thing gets.”

I gasped as he masturbated me. “Eleven inches,” I gulped.

Arthur thought a moment, “I don’t think I’ve ever taken anyone that big before.”

“I’ve never fucked a man before.”

“But has a man ever fucked you?” He grinned, and I nodded. “Do you want to feel my cock inside you?” I nodded again.

My cock lurched and I gasped as I came, shooting cum over Arthur’s legs. He kept stroking me, teasing more cum from my cock. I grunted as my cock became too sensitive for him to keep wanking me. Arthur released my cock and placed his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me down to my knees. His thick, hard cock was now in front of my face. He pushed his hips forward, and his exposed, moist knob touched my lips. I relaxed my jaw, and his knob slipped between my lips. Arthur moved forward, and my mouth slowly opened, allowing him to push his cock to the back of my throat. I raised my hands and wrapped my fist around his cock as I pulled off it. I flattened his thick pubes with my hand so they didn’t get caught in my teeth. I tightened my lips around his cock and flicked at it with my tongue. Arthur was groaning as I stroked his cock with my lips.

Then Arthur stepped back, and his cock left my mouth. “I think that’s wet enough now.” He walked away, towards the cabin.

I followed him like a puppy, my softening cock swaying and dribbling stray drops of cum.

We didn’t go inside the cabin. Arthur threw me against the wall by the front door, pulled back my hips and forced his cock deep inside. No preparation, no lube except for my spit on his cock. I yelled in pain, forcing the air from my lungs. I braced myself, my hands against the wall.

It hurt like fuck. I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

Arthur pulled out and back in, and he started to fuck me like a jackhammer. It was like he lost control. I tried to relax, to open up for him and relieve some of the pain, but it wasn’t easy. I was gasping and grunting through the pleasure and the pain, and was shocked to find my cock was hard again. It flailed in front of me as he roughly fucked me, drops of precum splattering against the wooden red timber wall.

Someone was out walking their dog and stopped for a few seconds to watch me get fucked. I seemed to grunt louder when I knew I was being watched. The person walked away, and my grunting softened.

Arthur kept fucking me; he seemed to be quickening. I was panting. My cock ached, my balls ached, my arse was stretched beyond its limit. I wanted to touch my cock, one touch and I knew it would explode, but the force with which Arthur pounded my arse meant I needed both arms to brace and prevent my face from getting flattened against the wall from his violent thrusts.

“Fuck!” I cried as I felt my cock lurch and throb, and then sprayed the wall with cum. With each new thrust, another squirt shot from my cock. Then the squirts became dribbles. I still couldn’t touch myself, Arthur was still pounding my arse.

I was beginning to feel sore.

I heard Arthur yell, and he kept his cock deep inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock against my sore hole. He pumped his cum inside me, and I felt him drape himself over my back. I had to use my arms to keep both our bodies upright. It was an effort after just having cum. Arthur started to fuck me again, making my tight hole squeeze more cum from him.

I groaned when he pulled out and felt his cum leak from my open hole. He slapped my arse and I felt my cheeks wobble.

Arthur looked at the streaks of cum running down the wall. “You’d better clean that up. But let’s clean ourselves up in the lake first.”

We walked to the lake and waded in. Once we were waist-deep, we rubbed the cool water over our sweaty bodies. Then I felt between my cheeks and washed away Arthur’s cum. I poked my fingers into my hole, and I could feel it slowly close around them.

I was washing my cock when Arthur waded back to shore. “Break’s over, Ollie. Time to get back to work.” He sounded stern, back to his old self.

I emerged from the lake and grabbed an empty bucket. I filled it with lake water and splashed it over the wall, washing away my cum.

“Next week, get here half an hour early. I like to fuck before work and not on company time.”

“Yes, Arthur.” What the fuck was I saying? Was I really agreeing to let Arthur fuck me every Wednesday morning before we got to work? Was I becoming that obsessed with getting fucked that I’d let anyone do it? I had to start controlling my urges and not let my hole rule my head.

 

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