Chapter 6: He Died Laughing

‘So, for the next month after school, I suggest you try and visit as many of the local builders as you can.’ Harry suggested. ‘Introduce yourself and ask about a job. If you see building work going on, stop and ask for the boss and see if they have any vacancies. He handed me an envelope. ‘Here’s a reference. I suggest you make some copies to hand out and save the original for interviews.’

‘Did it work?’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes.’ Peter said smiling as he remembered. ‘I got the local paper and looked through the adverts for building services. After school each night I visited the home or office of one of them. Harry had advised not to ring as it was easier to say no.’

‘On the fourth night I’d left the office of one who had been interested enough to talk to me and read Harry’s reference. But he just said he’d be in touch if a vacancy arose. I thanked him and set off home disappointed again.’

‘When I was halfway home, I saw a builder’s truck parked in front of a block of ten disused lock up garages. The driver was wandering round taking some measurements. I stopped intending to ask him, but as he seemed to be struggling with the tape measure, I just introduced myself and asked if I could hold the end of the tape for him. He thanked me and said, ‘Yes please.’

‘We were there for half an hour, and during that time he told me he had just bought the plot and was going to demolish the garages and build two houses in their place. ‘I don’t suppose you have any vacancies?’ I asked, ‘I leave school in three weeks.’ I handed him a copy of Harry’s reference.’

‘It was an excellent one and said I was a quick learner, a hard worker who was far stronger than I looked, and he had found me completely trustworthy. He explained about his renovation work and what a good help I’d been. He said that he considered I would be an asset to any employer.’

‘Leave it with me,’ Robert said and took my phone number. He thanked me for my help with the tape and wished me luck. I had no joy the next night, then Saturday I was back at Harry’s.’

‘Over our first coffee, Harry told me, ‘I had a visit yesterday from a guy called Robert. He was following up on my reference. We had a long chat, and he told me he had had a few references in the past that people had written themselves, so he always checked them out.’

‘I showed him round,’ Harry said, ‘I told him how we’d met and that you had known nothing about building work but had learnt a lot. He thanked me for talking to him.’

‘Did anything come out of it?’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes,’ Peter said. ‘Two days later I had a call from Robert. I went to see him after school, and we had a chat. He told me that he was too small to offer me any sort of recognised apprenticeship, but he could offer me a job.’

‘To start with I would be a general labourer, but he would teach me what he could. He offered me a forty-hour week at eight pounds an hour to start with. I accepted it and we shook hands. I started three weeks later after leaving school.’

‘How did you get on?’ Lewis asked. ‘Great,’ Peter said smiling at the memory. ‘I was Roberts only employee. He was like Harry, lovely to work with and nothing was too much trouble to explain when I asked questions, which I did often. I stayed with him for nearly three years. I learned how to do lots of building jobs on my own and would probably have stayed there indefinitely.’

‘In between doing jobs for other people, we demolished the garages and built two houses. Although Robert and I did a lot of the work, Different trades came in to do some of it, so I ended up working with bricklayers, electricians, and plasterers. I learned a lot from all of them.’

‘So, what made you move?’ Lewis asked. ‘There were two things I suppose,’ Peter told him. ‘We had finished building the two houses and they had been sold.’

‘I was now nineteen, and although I’d learned and could do a lot, I would need to continue to be an employee. I had neither the confidence nor enough skills to go it alone. Robert’s wife had always fancied running a café and he had been talking about using the profits from the sale of the houses. The problem was that the café they had their eye on was in North Wales. Nothing had been decided, but it made me feel insecure. Not that that was difficult.’

‘But the main thing was Steve. I’d noticed a few times that relations between him and Aunty Jackie seemed to be becoming strained. It hadn’t helped that a year ago Steve had had to have a medical to renew his HGV driving licence.’

‘He had just managed to squeeze through, but the doctor had told him he needed to cut down on his drinking. He also told him that unless he took more exercise and lost weight he would not only be likely to have a heart attack, but would not pass his next compulsory medical in five years’ time.’

‘He had been angry about the doctor’s lecture. He told us in no uncertain terms that he had no intention of making his life miserable for some little jumped-up twerp just out of medical school.’

‘Over the past year he had ignored Aunty Jackies pleas to cut back on drink and eat healthy. If anything, he had increased. His clothes were clearly tightening up on him. He was still giving me a snigger from time to time.’

‘Plus, on any occasion when Aunty Jackie wasn’t around, he asked, ‘Has it grown any more yet?’ then laughed raucously. ‘I didn’t think it had grown at all, which didn’t help my feelings. ‘But I just ignored him, although the sniping was making me more and more depressed.’

‘Then one night, just before my twentieth birthday, I was asleep when the bedroom door crashed open, and the light came on. Steve walked in naked, his cock hanging down between his legs. He’d been out that evening, presumably down the pub.

I knew they had had a bit of a row earlier, so it wasn’t any surprise when he said, ‘She’s thrown me out of the bedroom,’ after I asked him what he was doing in here. ‘I couldn’t resist looking at his cock as he stood at the side of the bed. As I watched it quickly grew hard.’

‘I feel horny,’ he said taking hold of it and waving it about. ‘She won’t oblige me, so you can have the pleasure.’ He threw the duvet off the bed and got in alongside me. I immediately got out the other side. ‘No way.’ I told him.

‘You’ll do as your told,’ he said. ‘By hand, or a suck, I don’t care. But do it you will.’ I had stayed at the side of the bed. He grabbed hold of my wrist and yanked me back onto the bed. What he hadn’t realised was that all the building work had increased my physical strength considerably. Although I was still a weakling mentally.’

‘He tried to pull my shorts off, but I resisted. He struggled for ages, not letting go of my wrist but finding it hard to pull my shorts down because I was fighting back. He managed to pull them right off in the end and saw my cock again. He felt it with his other hand then he started laughing.’

‘He was so busy laughing, I managed to release my wrist from his grip. I got off the bed and grabbed a clean pair of shorts out of the drawer. He was still chuckling away and pointing between my legs. ‘It hasn’t grown a bit,’ he said, and burst out laughing again.’

‘He’d been playing with his own cock since I escaped his grip, and it was still fully hard. Seeing it made me feel even worse. I moved to the door, intending to go and sleep on the settee as the spare room was full of junk.’

‘He was still laughing as I stepped out onto the landing. Then I heard him stop laughing and he made a sort of choking noise.’ I looked back and he was lying flat on his back. His mouth was wide open and his cock standing up hard was shrinking as I watched.’

‘He didn’t move, and my first thought was that he had fallen asleep with the drink. But I thought his face and neck looked a funny colour. Keeping out of reach I went back to the side of the bed. His eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling and studying his chest I couldn’t see any movement.’