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OLLIE GOES WEST, by Vincent Dirk
Chapter 02: Mr. Big C's Interest
The next morning, Ollie woke up in a different bed. A comfortable one. The light of the sun entered through the window. He opened his eyes and stretched on the bed. It was hot. Hot like he had never experienced. And he was naked on the bed. He laid still. A hand going down his young body, touching his chest, where just a few black hairs were in the middle. He squeezed one of his nipples. And let his hand continue its way down, grabbing his morning wood as he bit his lower lip.
What a crazy day the previous one had been! He couldn't help but remember it all now. All the men he had come upon. Even the strange Garrett with his piercing blue eyes, touching him in such a vulgar way in front of everyone. In front of everyone. That thought made him start jerking himself off faster.
And then there was the old men that helped him and that manhandled him after. The sheriff, taking him to the priest's house. And Father John, looking at his raging hard on with lustful eyes. Ollie regretted that no one else touched him more.
Especially Sundance. The thought of the old cowboy drove him wild. He was now moving his hands faster and faster. His free hand went between his legs. He touched himself where only Garrett had touched him so far. He gasped, holding out a moan as he massaged his entrance. "Jesus." He groaned as silent as he could while jerking himself off. The only thing other than the sight of Sundance he got was his scent. A strong scent of men of the west that he wanted to smell from up close. Or maybe he was just imagining it. Wanting and longing for that stranger with such a lust. He imagined himself kissing and licking, taking all of those cowboy clothes off before getting down on his knees and taking that dick in his mouth. He was sure Sundance's cock was big. And hairy. He liked all the hair around it, like a dark forest. He could imagine the taste, even though he had never tasted another cock. Not even touched one, except his own.
Once maybe, if you could count that time Uncle Stefan was sound asleep by his side on the train. He touched him. Until it felt hard on his hand. Ollie groaned. This time it was a little louder than it should. "Sundance." He groaned, imagining himself licking the hairy balls.
He was stroking his cock hard, oblivious to where he was by now. He had a little guess but it didn't matter. He needed to take care of that morning wood and only Sundance's body could sooth his mind. And he was so lost in his imagination that when the door opened all of a sudden, he didn't even have time to cover himself.
"Father John!" Ollie almost jumped over the bed, putting both his hands over his hard on.
"Oh, dear boy, did I startle you?" The old man had something in his eyes as he opened a smile. "Don't you worry about such things. I was once your age. I know the pleasure of the flesh can make us feel things." He approached, sitting on the bed with the young lad, touching his leg. "Now, I promise I won't tell of your little game here. But I see that a young man like you need some guidance. I could be such guidance." A firm squeeze on Ollie's leg made the boy blush.
"Thank you, Father." He said, his hard on not going down even if he was internally praying for it to happen.
"Now, now, my boy, relax. I have seen more of those than you could have guessed. Don't hide that beautiful body God gave you. Be proud of it." He took Ollie's hand and gave a happy sigh as he saw the boy cock. "Gorgeous."
Ollie's face was red by now. He didn't know what to do. His contact with priests and religious men have always been of deeply respect. He could never have imagined being hard and naked in front of one of them. But Father John seemed to have great pleasure in watching him. "Now, your uncle asked me to come tell you that you have an important guest waiting for you at the saloon. I think something to do with a job offer." The priest was not looking at his face while telling him that. "Apparently, you've drawn a lot of attention so far, my dear boy."
"Oh." That made Ollie sit straight in the bed. "But I have no clothes to wear. I mean, I have one of yours. The one you lent me yesterday, but-"
"Those will do for now. Everyone in town knows about your naked adventure with Garrett by now. But don't you fret about it." Father John's hand was now on his face, patting it lightly. "No one blames you for what happened."
Father John stood up and gave a few steps back, standing in the room. "Go dress yourself. I'll take you to the saloon." And with that said, he stood there, waiting to see Ollie get up, completely naked and hard, and dress himself in those old black clothes.
The attentive eyes of Father John never left his direction. The old man was eating him with his eyes, if that was something possible. And somehow, Ollie simply gave into that. He gave his back to the priest and bent a little to put on his trousers. A sigh escaped from the man behind him and Ollie felt proud that somehow he was giving a show to that old priest.
The black clothes felt too serious and too prude. Especially for him who had spent the last entire day mostly naked. But he was out in the West and even in a small town like that there were rules to be followed. Strict rules. The black of his shirt and pants made him feel weird. And all the looks he got made him uncomfortable as well. He was sure people were whispering secrets about his nakedness. About his hard on even. Ollie sighed at the memory, blushing under the heavy sun over his head.
The saloon they headed to was one of the biggest buildings Ollie had seen so far. It looked even bigger inside, even though it was almost completely empty by then. There were a few men sitting on the counter, kind of leaning against it in a drunken state. There were two of the several tables occupied. One by weird dressed cowboys who talked in a different language in a very whispered tone and stopped when the priest and the boy crossed their table, looking as guilty as men could be in front of a man of god. The other table, the one Father John took him too, was occupied by two well dressed men. One that Ollie recognized almost immediately and opened a small, shy smile. It was the old lawyer from the stagecoach. The one he had fall over his lap and started the whole damn thing. The same smile that he had when they parted ways was on the lawyer's face and it made Ollie damn uncomfortable.
The second man was older and a big bigger. And as soon as the priest reached the table, he stood up and asked for blessings and Ollie's eyes immediately went to check on him. He looked like a strong man with a big belly. The white shirt he was wearing was tight around the arms, the chest and the belly and between the buttons you could see how big he was and tall. Father John complimented him on something about his farm and the man smiled, white pearl teeth underneath his white beard. His hat was over the table and Ollie could see his messy white hair. He was a charming man, handsome too. But there was something off with him. Something tricky. He looked over at Ollie and offered his big hand.
"You must be the young lawyer that came to town and had to deal with the old Garrett on the road." He took Ollie's hand and squeezed it, holding it a little longer than usual. "I'm Carter Crasswood but everyone here calls me Big C. Friend and foe." He winked as he sat down and pointed to the man with him. "This is Leonard Forbes. He is the lawyer that was with you. He had such a good impression on you that he told me I should come immediately to make you an offer."
Ollie sat down but Father John was still up. "Gentlemen, if you excuse me, I'll go to the church. I hope to see you there on the weekend, mr. Crasswood."
"I will, Father. I will."
The three men on the table watched as Father John left them and now, both older men were staring at Ollie. Mr. Forbes had that unsettling smile on his face, the one that made Ollie blush. And Big C apparently was checking if all he was told about Oliver was true. And by the way he smiled after a couple of seconds, he agreed with his employee.
"Now, now. I know young men like you come to the West in search of a wealthy future. I can offer you what this town full of nice but dumb people won't. Money. Power." He took a drink of the glass in front of him. "I work with farms and my lands are all around this little place. Everyone here knows me and owes me their good lives. And I need young people like you to do my business and keep things as they are."
In that moment, the saloon's doors swung open and Sundance walked in wearing his hat. He took it off, shaking the dust out of his boots and looking around. He spotted Ollie, who opened a big smile to him. But Sundance didn't look happy with Ollie's companions. He walked to the table and stopped by Ollie's right side.
"Big C. Sir." He nodded at them and then looked at the young boy. "I see Father John already dressed you up and put you in contact with some nice people."
There was something odd on his talk. It was a bit stiff. As if he was trying to be polite despite the fact he didn't want to. It was clear that there was a tension there.
"I came looking for the young lad. He came in with a bang, for what I've heard. I wanted to look it myself." Big C's voice was louder now. "Unfortunately, I didn't see all the goods yet."
Ollie blushed even harder and he couldn't even look at Sundance. Like a young lover caught in some misdeed by his partner. Sundance ignored that remark. His eyes were still on Ollie.
"The town needs a good lawyer. You already have a bunch of them, Big C. Let the boy help the ones that actually need."
"I- Well, I am. My uncle and father sent me here to help the people. That's why I'm here." Oliver said in a weak voice. Despite the good intentions, he didn't know exactly what that meant yet.
"He will help a lot of people working for me, Sundance." Big C was looking at the cowboy as he spoke. "Now, if you excuse us, this is a business meeting. An important one for the matter."
"Fine. I just came for a little chat on the bar. It was nice seeing you, kid."
"Yes, thank you, it was nice seeing you too." Ollie replied and his eyes followed Sundance as he walked to the counter. It took a while for him to stare back at Big C, who was watching him with lustful eyes now.
"A handsome cowboy he is, isn't he?" Big C asked. And Ollie lowered his eyes.
"Oh, my boy, don't worry. Here on the West the laws are different. Men make laws and laws of these men can adjust themselves to their natural needs. You see? The desert outside, all around us, it makes our civilization a tad different from your big city." He leaned back on his chair, his voice was lower now. "We like our women, sure. They are up there, ready to come down when the sun is down too. But we appreciate our men. We do. Quite a lot." He adjusted his bulge under the table. Ollie started looking up at Big C. That talk suddenly interested him.
And his eyes were on Sundance again. Did that mean he would have a chance? His heart was beating fast now.
And that is when Uncle Stefan walked in a rush, corssing the saloon quickly in their direction. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had a small encounter with the Sheriff. I'm here now. You must be Big C."
Sundance was looking at the table now and Ollie was staring at him, almost forgetting the men around him. What Big C told him was shaking things up a bit. The old man was staring at him. "Well, Stefan, I was telling Ollie here about our laws. But I guess this would be better if I could show you my lands. Maybe tomorrow? I guess Ollie here has some business to attend to."
Oliver looked at him, puzzled, but Big C smiled at him. "Go on, my boy. I'll talk to your Uncle and tomorrow you come. I bet my children will love to meet a boy from the big city. And we talk business better that way."
He raised his hand for Ollie, that understood he was being sent away. "Thank you, Sir, for the invitation."
Uncle Stefan looked from one to the other, trying to understand what was happening. Ollie too was a bit taken a back. Did Big C read his mind somehow? Did he know he wanted to-? Ollie looked away when he heard the door swung again. Sundance was gone.
"Excuse me." He said and almost ran out of the saloon. Sundance was standing next to a horse, caressing his beautiful brown fur.
"Mr. Sundance. Wait. Mr. Sundance!" He called and a few people stared, including the cowboy. "Do you have a minute? I would love to talk about my condition yesterday. I am so sorry for presenting myself in such a way. And all, well, stiff like I was."
Sundance chuckled. "You're a boy. That's usual."
"I still feel like I need to give you a sincere apology. And a thank you too."
"It's done I guess." Sundance said.
Ollie looked away for a moment. No. Big C said that things were different here. "Mind if I go with you? Something that mr. Crasswood said made me wonder. I wanted a different opinion and you seem to know him."
"Fairly well." Something on the way Sundance said that made it clear for Ollie that him and Big C were not friends.
"So would you mind if I follow you?"
"Kid. Don't work for Big C. If you believe in doing good, just don't accept his offer."
"Why?" Ollie was now looking at Sundance straight in the eye.
The older cowboy sighed. "I'm going to the town market to buy some beans. Come with me. We can talk better." With his big hands, he started pulling the horse and walking side by side with young Ollie.