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OLLIE GOES WEST, by Vincent Dirk Chapter 3: Sundance's Scent
Their walk around the little town with Sundance was quick but also hard. Hard in a lot of senses for the young Oliver. His heart was pounding fast on his chest. He could hear the old cowboy talking to him or to other people but it was hard to make sense of those words. Even the excuse he used to follow Sundance out of the saloon had moved to the back of his mind.
And he was also stiff. His cock was hard, hurting in the tight black pants he was wearing. He put his hands on pockets, trying to hide the volume his hard cock caused. Sundance apparently didn't notice. Or if he did, he hid it quite well. And Ollie was divided: he wanted the man to notice, but he was also feeling quite hesitant about that. In his old days, he would never show off like that. But Big C's words had switched something on inside of him. And it let out a fire that Ollie had only in his mind but never actually let it out. At least, not when other people were looking.
And now they were walking again. They left a little market where Sundance bought himself some food. He put the bags on his horse and led it and Ollie a little out of town. His own house was on the limits of the little town - a small two or three room white thing that was almost yellow thanks to all the dirt from the desert. There were some plants on the outside and more than just a horse around. He patted the one he had brought to town with him and he took everything out of its back before going to the house, opening the door and putting things on an old table.
"Come on in, boy." He demanded. There was a certain tone on his voice that made Ollie's legs weak. But he obeyed. He entered and took a look around.
It was a simple living room. There was what it looked like a couch or maybe a bed. Big enough for the both of them. There wasn't much to look at - some animals' furS and other cowboy utensils too. There was a little oven on a corner, next to the table. Ollie's eyes were all around and he was brought back to full attention when Sundance stood there with his hands on his own pockets.
"Not much. Quite simple. But it gives me a good life."
"I like it." Oliver was being sincere. It wasn't something he was used to, of course, but there was something about it. Well, it belonged to Sundance. It was his. And he was in it.
"Have a sit, boy. Should I prepare some coffee for us?"
Oliver shrugged. "I would like some. I haven't had breakfast yet today."
"Father John didn't give you nothin'?"
"He was in a rush. Big C had called."
At the mention of that name, Sundance's face changed. It was darker. Clearly, something was off and Oliver wanted to know. "What's the deal with that man?"
"He isn't good. Never has been." Sundance said as he started heating some water. "Thing is? The people of this town would do better without his business. But there's not much to do. He owes everyone here. A little bit, of course."
"But we're in America. Every man is free." Oliver said, sitting down as he watched Sundance. "How can he owe everyone? That's crazy."
"You came from the East, boy. Things are different here in the West. Our laws are different. And Big C knows that."
The mention of those laws heated Ollie's blood up. He was staring at the man now. He took a deep breath that brought his memory back to his moment in that morning. He wanted to feel Sundance's scent up close. Now he was feeling it up close. It was manly. It was strong. He wondered what it would feel like smelling straight from his skin.
"I look at you." Sundance continued. The water was heating and he was staring at Ollie, who stared back, his cheeks a bit red, his cock hard and pounding inside his tight pants. "I think you're good. That you can make a difference. Bring some change. Shake things up. You are the good kind of kid we need in the West. Don't let Big C take you."
"I'm just an ordinary man." Ollie quickly replied, giving emphasys to the word "man". He shrugged, avoiding those eyes now, not believing in himself that much neither. "I'm nothing of that sorts. Do you think I can change something?" He looked up again.
And then Jack Sundance smiled at him.
He approached, putting a hand on Ollie's shoulder, patting him. And for Ollie, that felt as if he was going to catch on fire at any instant.
"You'll become a man in no time in the West. Just you wait."
The words shook him. He looked up at Sundance. His lips slightly opened. His heart beating so fast that he thought he would never be able to say something, but he said it anyway.
"I want to be a man just like you, mr. Sundance. I looked at you yesterday and you know what? There's something about you. No other man here has it. Not even the sheriff or Big C. Or anyone in the East. You are a Man!"
Sundance smirked, his hand was still on Ollie's shoulder. The boy kept on talking.
"You might have noticed my condition. I couldn't control it though. After what Garrett did to me?" At this point, a squeeze on his shoulder made him smile. "It's okay. It was an adventure. A part of me really liked it. Yes, it was humiliating. I wanted to kill that man. But I also wanted it to go on. I wanted him to touch me. And when he did-"
Sundance didn't move away. He was staring at the boy and Oliver's eyes went down, to check on the man's tight trousers and the volume that grew there. There were different laws on the West.
"And I came into town and so many men touched me and guided me and ordered me around. It was like one of those wet dreams you have when you're a kid. But truth. I lived it. And I could have had an orgasm just there, with your eyes on me."
The sound of the water made Sundance move away without saying another word. That scared the shit out of Oliver. He closed his eyes, sighing. It was good to have let it all out, but now Sundance gave him his back and he didn't say anything. Anything at all. Ollie opened his eyes to say something else, but Sundance was faster.
"So you come following me like a hungry puppy because you wanted more from a real Man?"
Ollie's eyes were wide as he looked at Sundance. He had turned the fire off but he wasn't preparing any coffee. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he was exhibiting a big volume on his crotch.
"Yes, Sir." Oliver said in a weak tone.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir." Oliver stood up, showing off his own volume as well, this time unashamedly.
"Take your clothes off." Jack Sundance's voice was rough and loud. It was a perfect order.
"Yes, Sir." He took it all off at once. Button by button was undone in quick movements. He was lean, white, even though he was a bit red from the heat and the sun. His pants were down on the floor too. And he stood with a hard cock looking at the cowboy. It was a normal sized cock, slightly turned to the left and cut.
Jack Sundance approached and took him in a hug. Fuck. Oliver never felt anything like that. The heat of those arms. The smell of Sundance's mouth (whisky, coffee and something more). The feeling of that big hand on his lower back and then on his ass. He gasped. And he kissed a man for the first time right there.
They locked lips and Sundance's tongue reached for his. He couldn't move but he let Sundance do the thing - guide him through it. He felt his ass cheeks being spread, he felt a finger on his crack. And he pushed his ass back a little.
He could feel the beard of that big strong man scratching his face. He could lick and taste that mouth. And after all of that, he felt like reacting. His hand was quick to grab the crotch, feeling something hard there. So fucking hard and so fucking big. He could feel it under the tissue of those trousers. He felt a moan coming up from his throat. And he felt the kiss ending with Sundance's arms around him, looking him up close, even though Ollie's vision was out of focus, as if he was just waking up from a dream.
"Do you like this?"
"Ye-yes, Sir." He said, weak from all of those feelings.
"Good boy." Sundance replied and Ollie felt something pushing up his hole. And it made him burn from head to toes, making him moan after a second push.
"This feels good." He groaned in a whisper and Sundance smirked.
"I'm just starting, little Ollie." And he took a step back, opening his own shirt buttons now and getting rid of it. Oliver watched it all, mouth opened as he saw the hairy chest and belly for the first time.
Sundance was a big man and even with clothes it was obvious to see it. He was not muscled up, but it was clear to see he worked on the fields and with horses every day of his life. It made his body strong in all the right places. There was black thick hair over his chest and he had a small but clear belly, covered in the same hair that entered into his trousers. Ollie's hand was holding his own cock, jerking himself off as he watched.
"Get on your knees for me, little Ollie." Sundance said as he unbuttoned the trousers.
Oliver did as he was told over the wooden floor and Sundance approached. "Do you want to know what a Man smells like?" He put a hand on Oliver's head and without waiting for an answer, pulled the boy's head to his crotch. "Smell."
And Oliver did. He took a deep breath and the scent that came from that crotch was heaven. It was strong. It was something he had never savored before and even though it took him a while to appreciate it, he knew it was a smell he would be crazy about for his whole life. He felt a pull on his hair and then Sundance took the rest of his clothes until his trousers were on the floor next to his boots. And fuck. What Oliver saw made him gasp in surprise.
A thick cock that was also big. A big red head covered slightly by skin. And dark thick hair all around it. Including some big heavy balls that fall down. Something that Ollie never saw before but appreciated it immediately. "Heavy balls, hm?" He asked with a smirk as he looked up.
"Do you like it?"
Oliver nodded.
"Smell it to see if you appreciate the scent."
And Oliver leaned in and smelt it again. The scent was stronger there. Something of sweat and a bit of piss, maybe. But something more. Something of Sundance. He looked up smiling.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"What?" Oliver looked surprised at that question. "No, I don't-"
Sundance's hand was on his own cock. He looked at the young boy, shaking it up a bit to tease.
"Do you want to taste my cock, boy?"
Oliver hesitated but then nodded. He wanted. Of course. He would lick and taste every part of Sundance if the man ordered him to.
"Take it."
He opened his mouth and tried to take it in. But it was too big and too thick. And it was just his first cock. "No teeth.' Sundance ordered and Ollie put his lips to work, being as careful as possible. He felt it strange. He was sure there would be a taste to it. But it wasn't as strong as the smell he felt. His tongue swirled around the head and he was able to take a few inches.
"You clearly never sucked a cock. I might have to teach you."
Ollie nodded, his mouth too full to say something on his defense. Besides, he liked the idea of being taught that. It meant he would get a lot of cock until he was a pro, maybe.
He moved his head back and forth, almost naturally. He sucked the tip as if he would suck a candy. He looked up to that hairy strong man building up on top of him. He was in heaven, jerking himself off so rapidly that in no time he had an orgasm, shooting a white thick load all over Jack Sundance's floor.
He looked up after he was done moaning loud. And he saw Jack looking at him, laughing. He was laughing as he looked down on Ollie. The boy looked down, ashamed, but Sundance offered him his big hand.
"Was that good?" He asked when Ollie was up, still avoiding eye contact. That made Sundance hold his chin and make him look him right in the eyes. "Don't. You just served a Man and there's no shame in that, little boy. You're not done yet. I'm hard and horny and you come here asking for it. We are just starting."
Ollie was looking at him. He tried a smile but he felt still too scared. Something was different. He finally made his dreams come true but that took him all by surprise. He never felt this good in his life. Sundance pulled him into a hug. "Come here, boy. Let me take care of you and I promise you'll be a new man after this."
And Ollie followed Sundance to the bed on that living room. He laid down with the man, still unable to say something. Sundance kissed him on the cheek and then on the lips. That made Ollie look up at him.
"Thank you for that, Sir."
Those words made Sundance smile. Their day had just started and he had so much to teach to that young boy of the East.