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OLLIE GOES WEST by Vincent Dirk
CHAPTER VIII: A new friendship
"You ain't funny, Big C. Show some respect." Jack Sundance had turned around, putting his shirt inside his trousers. He is as good as new but his face shows a huge amount of disdain over the man standing by the door.
"Oh, I'm showing respect, Jack. The thing is, I don't want to lose my share. I've heard wonders about what that ass looks like. I wonder if it smells good. Should I-"
Sundance steps into Big C's direction. He had closed his fists and if it isn't for Ollie stepping in front of him he would have definitely get a blow on the old man's happy face. And Big C is happy. A deviant kind of happiness as he watched the two of them act all cozy by the corner.
"Y'know, the boy is smart. You should pay attention to him instead of fingering him in the corner. Is he loose enough for my cock though?" Big C continues the teasing. Ollie feels as if he should be offended. A part of him was. But all the dirty words slipping out of Big C's mouth, talking so dirty about him like that - humiliating him even! - all that kind of turned him on. He looked over at Sundance, a hand on the man's large chest.
"Show some respect, Big C." Sundance growls like a beast.
"Oh, you're such an annoying fuck." Big C shakes his hands, still laughing. "I'm just having fun. I do find the lad sexy but all the men in these goddamn city does. Look at him. I'd love to have a bite. If you don't want to share now I can wait my turn."
"Mr. Crasswood, please." Ollie tries, looking at Big C with red cheeks.
"Take it back." Sundance orders.
"Should I?"
"Ollie, tell him now." Sundance says without even looking at Ollie in front of him.
"Jack, I'm sorry. This is not about you. Maybe you should check ms. Sally and see if her reputation is not being played with. I can take care of myself."
The mention of Sally brings Sundance's attention back at Ollie. He put on his hat immediately. "Good day for ya."
"Sundance, I'm sorry." Ollie cries as he watches the cowboy leaving his small office. Clearly, his words had stung deep. Again. Ollie was mad and Sally's image was still burning in his head. But he doesn't want to hurt Sundance. It feels almost as if he was hurting himself, even with all the anger in his mind. Ollie sighs when Sundance is gone and he sits down on his table. For a moment, he forgets he isn't alone. He is looking through the window, to the sandy street, just thinking how much he loved being hugged by Sundance a minute ago.
All those thoughts are gone when the door is closed shut and Mr. Crasswood walks to the window, looking outside before closing a bit of the blinds. "A small mistake these silly stupid cowboys do sometimes. Us, men of the West, have to be careful not to show to civilization our ways."
He turns to Ollie with a big smile after those haunting words. He claps his hands and come to sit down on the chair in front of Ollie. Once more he offers his big hand to Ollie, that takes it and shakes it, feeling the thick fingers smash his small delicate hand. He takes it back with a smile. "I'm sorry for what you had to see, Mr. Crasswood. I suppose I should have been more careful, but the heat got up to my head."
"Don't ever apologize for being a healthy, horny boy, my lad. And please, call me Big C, I prefer my boys to do so." He says in a deep rough voice, caressing his white beard with his big hand and letting it fall over his belly. It looks big and hard, like the gut of a strong and hungry man. Ollie follows as the hand went down until it laid on the tight, covered by some tight gray trousers. "Now, what I saw happening there was clearly to my interest. I was wondering how long would it take for someone to introduce you to such practices. Was it Sundance that did it?"
"Yes, Mr. Crass..." Ollie stops and smiles down at the man. "Yes, Big C."
"Now that's better." Big C laughs. He had an easy laugh. A loud laugh. It filled up the small empty office. "I would hate to stop you and not treat you right. And not end what Sundance was doing, I mean."
Ollie blushes hard at the bluntness of those words. "Big C." He starts but stops, standing up and giving his back to the old man. "Look, I thought you were here for business."
"Oh, business and pleasure. Especially now I know you're one of us."
Ollie turns back to Big C. He looks to the old man and than to the closed window, wondering where did Sundance went all that fast. Still, Big C was right. He hadn't been able to cum in days thanks to his uncle's presence. Now he did have a chance but it slipped through his fingers. Well, almost. He shouldn't be too picky anyway. Besides... Big C was so dirty that it was hard not to think of him as a good fuck.
"Have you ever fucked a hole filled with someone else's load?" Ollie asks with a smirk as he turns his eyes back to his visitor.
"A few times." Big C laughs again. "Now, what was our man doing? Fingering you? Are you tight, young Ollie? Or loose already?"
Ollie blushes again but approaches the old man nonetheless. "I think still very tight. Father John says I'm still too tight, even though his cock is not as big as Jack's."
"Father John is an old fucker. Full of shitty excuses. When I come across a tight hole, I loose it up to my own taste. May I see your tight hole, boy?"
Ollie looks over at the door for a moment, hesitant.
"It is locked." Big C says.
Ollie looks back at the old man. "I thought you were one hell of a man when we met at the restaurant the other day. And your words were what... messed up my mind in a good way." He unbuckles his trousers and let them fall down to his ankles before turning around and putting his hands over the desk, exposing his ass to Big C. "Is it very tight?"
He is looking the wall behind the desk when he feels the hands on his ass. A soft moan escapes him. He looks over his shoulder to see what is about to happen. "Keep your eyes on the wall, boy." The easiness of Big C's laughter is gone. His voice is powerful, even if it was nothing more than a whisper. Ollie does as he is told. And that was just in time to be surprised with that white beard scratching the skin on his crack. "Oh, Lord."
"Yes, I'm not the Lord but I'll make you feel good now, boy." The warm breath of those words are a quick promise of what comes next. A thick warm and wet tongue that licks his crack from bottom to top. And, damnit, it made Ollie's toes curl.
"Jesus." Ollie groans when the tongue reaches his hole again, pushing against the entrance. It was pushing hard, applying pressure to it. Ollie groans louder, relaxing a bit as he feels the tongue poking around.
"You are tight." The old man groans between his ass cheeks, a muffled sound reaching Ollie as he pushes his ass back, trying to open himself more. That makes Big C move back, slapping one of the ass cheeks hard, shocking Ollie with that.
"Ouch, Sir."
"You like this don't you little whore?" Big C slaps him again. Harder this time.
Ollie lets out a louder moan this time and perked his ass back, showing himself off, allowing Big C to do what he wants. The few times with Father John had proven to be a good start – Ollie had understood while servicing the preacher's cock that he was a slut for old men. He loved them and the idea of power they passed for him. On his knees for the preacher, he wanted to attend every need of the man. He wanted to be a slut for him. Father John was not much of giving orders though. He talked dirty but just the usual. But Ollie felt submissive to him nonetheless and even without orders, he would do everything the priest would ask of him.
Now Big C was more dominant and Ollie was shocked by it. But also delighted. He was being spanked. Hard. The last time it happened, he was no more than 16 years old and he spotted a hard on that made the spanking come even harder. With a sore ass, he jerked off that night on the bathroom and on the next morning went to church for confession.
He is a different boy now that he is 22. Looking to the wall like he was ordered too, all he does is show off his ass even more.
"You're a hungry slut. No one's been taking care of this ass properly, have them?"
The offensive words were also something that left him conflicted. Hard but offended. "I'm not a slut, Mr. Crasswood." Ollie replies even though a voice in his head told him otherwise. He looks over his shoulder, to try and make an impression on the big old man behind him. But that only made Big C give him another slap.
"Eyes on the wall, boy." He caresses the red spot on Ollie's ass before spitting on his own fingers and make a circle of his saliva around Ollie's tight pucker. "And maybe you aren't one yet, but I'll make damn sure you will be soon."
He laughs at his own depravity before he starts poking that ass with his middle finger. "Take this. Open up, boy."
Ollie takes a deep breath and tries to relax. He can feel the thick finger pushing in. More and more. Until it pops inside his tight hole. It had been weeks since Sundance actually fucked him. After that, only Father John's fingers have played on his entrance. And that was why he was that tight. "Ah, Big C." He groans, feeling the thick finger sliding into him, deeper and deeper, making his cock twitch without even being touched.
"D'you like to feel a man playing with your hole, boy? Tell me the truth."
"I do, Sir. Very much. It feels so damn good." Ollie holds tight to the table, his legs grew weak out of a sudden. "Fuck, I can feel it- Ah, Jesus."
Big C finds it. That sweet spot that was a bit tougher to the touch. He clicked more than once, moving the tip of his own finger inside of Ollie. "Here, hm?"
"Yes, Sir." Ollie moans, eyes opened wide, tensing up. That feeling was intense, it messes up with his own perception of his body. He didn't know what to do. His toes were curling, he holds tight to the edge of the table and pushes back. "Oh, Lord."
"Oh, yes, boy. Let me see how hard you are." His other hand takes Ollie's cock and starts jerking it off. Slowly. The main action is all in Ollie's hole. "Oh, Sir, it does feel great." He growls again. And again. Eventually he can feel himself sweating under his shirt.
"Don't stop." That request seemed to fire something up inside of Big C. He pulls his finger out and put it back in his mouth with another of his thick fingers. Two of them this time are spreading Ollie's entrance wide, entering him, going deep. Deeper. Reaching for that spot but, as soon as he does, Big C starts turning the fingers around, loosening Ollie up like he had promised.
Ollie's knees are weak. He has no self control by than. He is a moaning mess, bending over the table, holding himself in place so he won't simply loose himself on those pleasures. Big C is still playing with his cock. And that is what pushes him to the edge.
"Big C. Sir. Please-" Those are his last words before a white load spurs out of his cock and over his table. It is followed by another two – as thick and as big as the first. His desk was a mess and Ollie stands up, breathing hard with the two fingers on his hole that kept clenching them. Big C was laughing. A deviant succesful laugh.
He stands up and slowly pulls the two fingers out. "I knew you were still as good as new. I will love to do more to you." He kisses Ollie's sweaty neck, licking a bit of it of the boy's skin. Ollie feels shivers running up his spine.
A last slap on his butt and Big C takes a few steps back. He takes a white handkerchief out of his pocket and cleans his fingers. Ollie iss pulling his pants back up, looking at his desk and all the cum over it. "What a mess."
"Clean it." Big C simply said.
"I'll get a towel." Ollie closes his pants and moves to the back of the office, but Big C stops him.
"You won't dare to clean a young lad's spunk with a towel. Lick it, taste your own load. Come on, I want to see it."
Ollie hesitates, looking at the man with big eyes. He had never tasted his own cum before. But Big C's smile meant business and Ollie walks to the desk. He passes his fingers over a trail of load and takes it to his mouth. He is watching Big C watching him the whole time.
"Does it taste good?"
Ollie nods, sucking on his fingers. Truth was, it didn't taste that good. But Big C is watching him and he could see how large that bulge on the man's pants looked. He can also see that Big C enjoyed seeing the young lawyer like that.
"If it does, lick the rest. Not from your finger." He quickly adds, standing close to the table, putting a hand on Ollie's head and making the boy bend. "Lick it."
Ollie puts his tongue out and licks the table clean of all of his cum. The taste lingers on his tongue after he is done and he stands up, looking Big C, knowing full well who is in charge. And that made his cock grow big again.
"Sir?"
Big C's lips changes. A big smile appears and he lets out a loud laugh. He pats Ollie on the face. "Good boy. You're such a good boy. I could tell by the first time we met." Big C pats Ollie's butt and move to sit on the chair again.
"Now, care to sit down? I was here for business as well. You're a lawyer, this is your office and I believe I had invited you to come to see me upon your arrival."
Ollie blushs hard again. "Oh, my god, Mr. Crasswood..."
"Big C."
"Big C, I completely forgot about it. With all the moving in and stuff, it slipped my mind. Please forgive me on that. I'd certainly love to go and visit you."
"You say that because I made you shoot a big load? Do you want more of that?"
"Why, yes!" Ollie's answer was quick. "I mean, on business terms as well. You look like a gentleman and maybe with your help I can make this city grow as it should."
"This is a different kind of town, boy. My dad has tried to make it grow before but it never worked." He shrugs. "But we can definitely discuss over lunch. Say... in two days? Saturday?"
"Saturday is fine, Sir. I'd certainly love to pay you a visit. Should I ask my Uncle to come with me?"
"Yes." Big C gets up on his feet again. "Well, I might get going. There's some other business in town before I head back to my farm. I'm delighted to see you are prospering in our ways my boy." Big C shakes Ollie's hand. "I will be glad to introduce you to some other stuff I have in mind. Make you a true slut."
"Big C." Ollie doesn't like the sound of the word even if meant exactly what he wanted to be.
"You'll be grateful to me after, boy. Now, I need to get going. And remember next time to close the door. Some of us are into it but not everyone in town sees these things as nicely as I do." He blinks one eye at Ollie and unlocks the office's door, opening and than turning around one last time.
"Does your uncle know?"
Ollie shakes his head. "And I don't believe he would appreciate it as much. He is very religious and for what I know- he would send me back to my father immediately if he so much as guess what I have been doing."
"Well, bring him in nonetheless. In the worst case scenario, we make a fool out of your uncle." And with these last words, he leaves without looking back, just touching the edge of his hat for a lady that was passing there with her daughter.