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OLLIE GOES WEST by Vincent Dirk
Chapter 12: Sundance's lessons continue
The dinner at Marco's place went on after the tale as if nothing big had happened. Ollie played it nice with Katherine and the boys, despite the turmoil inside his mind. Everything Marco told him made him crazy and a bit sick. He hated Big C now and he remembered all of their sex with shame. But hating the old man also made him feel terribly guilty – he had been nothing but nice to him since his arrival. And he knew that he would meet him again soon. The invitation to go for his house complicated all the matters in his mind.
To make matters worse, there was Sundance's love affair with Talbot. Oliver was horny and sad and suddenly hopeful that he could awake in Jack those old desires of living as a couple. It sounded stupid in his mind but it led him to tell Marco at the end of the night that he needed a horse to go to Sundance's. Marco tried to be reasonable but he gave up when Ollie insisted. "I must, Marco, my dear friend. "
Marco helped Ollie with one horse and the boy rode through town as fast as he could. He reaches the limits of the old town and the road and soon he is riding down Jack Sundance's farm. The old cowboy is not asleep yet, despite the night that had already fallen. When he heard the sound of a horse, Jack left the barn and stood there waiting with a lantern. When he sees that the late night visitor is Oliver, he smiles. And it isn't a wonder that Oliver's heart feel as if it was going to explode.
"Night, Ollie. " Sundance holds the horse quiet and gives a hand to help Ollie goes down. "Is everything okay? "
Ollie doesn't answer. It feels just right in his mind to go down and pass his arms around the old cowboy. They are alone in the dark. He buries his face against Jack's hairy chest. He can smell the earth, the horses, the man. His cock throbs immediately and without saying another word, he kisses the skin that shows on the open shirt. Jack holds the boy's chin, making Ollie stare up. And under the stars they kiss.
The kiss starts slow. They only touch their lips first. Ollie opens his lips a little. Jack kisses him back, biting the lower lip and sucking lightly on it. It burns Ollie from head to toe and the boy is on fire. His fingers caress the man's chest, it reaches for his nipples. It pinches them as their tongues find the way to each other. They don't say anything. Jack's hands are under the jacket of Ollie's suit. He is pulling the boy's shirt as best as he can. He is kissing and he wants their bodies to touch, to be one.
The clothes start to fall down around their feet. By the barn, there is a small pile of hay that Sundance has not yet put inside. He leads the younger man to it and now with Ollie's pants out of the way, he lays the naked lawyer over it. Under the light of the stars and the moon, Jack Sundance backs away a little to watch his younger mate. Ollie is hard – his cock is big and is resting on his stomach, throbbing under the eyes of the man he desires. He is way smoother than the bare chest of the cowboy standing over him. And also, leaner. His muscles are a simply shadow that mark his young body. For a moment, he doesn't remind him of himself. But soon he put his hands over his own body, covering his chest and dick as best as he can, suddenly self aware.
But Jack doesn't let him. "No. " He whispers in that dim light. "Let me see. "
The light of the candle is red and orange on Ollie's fair skin. The boy shows himself. A hand grabs his own dick and he jerks it, showing it off to Jack. He wets his lips as he watches the much older man standing there. He wants Jack desperately but he loves the way Jack looks at him.
And when that moment seemed to be lasting for all his life, Jack leans over him, one hand at each of his sides, his mouth reaching for the point between his stomach and his chest. And he kisses Ollie's body right there, making the boy close his eyes and moan because it felt as if his heart did finally explode. "Sundance. "
"Yes? "
"Take me. "
It would be hard to explain all that those two men were feeling right than and there. It wasn't just a physical need that rush from one body to each other at every touch of their skin. It was more. It was in their mind as much as it was in their bodies. A connection that no matter how many times Ollie had been with other men, he would never feel again. It was Sundance's body – his scent, his eyes, his touch, his taste, his moans. It was than and there, his world. He let Jack touched him, reach for him, grab his tights and his arms. He moaned when the thick calloused fingers pressed too hard on his waist, but he didn't fight back.
He too is doing some touching. He reaches for Sundance's back first, holding himself from falling, even though his back was against the hay. But Ollie feels like he is falling nonetheless and the only point to hold on too are the muscles on Sundance's back, lightly covered by a small amount of sparsed hairs. He leanes in too, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking whatever part of the cowboy's skin he can reach. But he isn't in control, so sometimes he simply lays down, hands on Jack's hair as the cowboy goes on kissing his stomach, making it tickle a little, making him moan a lot. And Sundance is not stopping. His mouth goes ever further. And when it feels like it can't get better, the cowboy's lips finally kiss Ollie's hard cock. It is soft. It is warm and wet. It is too quick. But Jack is not done. He kisses again and again an reaches Ollie smooth balls. The pubes haven't grown there too much as the rest of the hair on his body. Ollie moans into that kiss. He moans when Jack opens them and Ollie can feel the breath of the cowboy touching his skin. The air of the night is cold, but Oliver and Jack are burning and when Jack lickes Ollies' sac, the boy moans so loud that he could be confused by a night owl if someone was listening.
But they are in the wild West, all alone, just the two of them. And Jack takes one of Ollie's balls into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue, licking the sac, tasting the sweat that was there after a day of work on that warm land. Ollie's fingers grab Jack's hair, pulling it a little too rough – rougher than Ollie intended. But Jack doesn't stop. His tongue is already on the other ball, lips closing around it as he sucks it. Nose buried on that part where the balls and the dick were connected all day long. The musk coming from the boy is, for Jack, the best scent in the world.
Ollie closes his eyes and breaths in the air of the night. He still holds Jack's hair, pulling it ever so slightly but never to hurt. The man is bringing him great pleasure and a small pool of precum forms over his stomach. It never happened like that too him – generally, he was pretty dry but it was so hot having Sundance suck on his balls. He never experienced such a thing. And here he was, dripping precum like when he was a boy. "Oh, dear heavens. "
Sundance's eyes look up but Ollie is oblivious to that. The feeling of that tongue coming up his cock is driving him insane. It goes up his cock and he feels, without seeing, that Jack Sundance, the cowboy of his dreams, is sucking on his dick, drinking the sweet transparent nectar that comes out of him. The sucking is a bit intense but all the better. And Jack takes more than just the tip. His lips passes through every inch of the young man's cock until it is all buried inside the older man's mouth and throat. And the feeling of those walls of warm muscles clenching on his girth are pure wonder. Ollie is moaning loud, unashamedly. This is what heaven feels like. He knows it now.
"Sundance. Oh, my God. "
Sundance continues to suck on Ollie's cock. He doesn't stop so soon. For the old cowboy, it is all he too wanted. No more anything on his mind except that young lad's cock. He sucks on it and holds it down his mouth until his body reminds him that he needs to breath. And when he is catching his breath, he gets the musk that comes from the boy's pubes, from the boy's sac, from the boy's dick.
He climbs up the hay and holds Ollie in his arms, laying in the middle of the boy's legs. Their bodies know how to dance that – they entangle without much thinking. It is natural because it is as if they were meant to do it from the start.
When they kiss, Sundance is avid. He wants Ollie now more than ever. That kiss was pure sex and Ollie recognized the desire of it. The need of it. He too was kissing Sundance hard and needy. When their lips break once more, Jack moves a bit further up and holds Ollie's head. With a free hand, he unzips his old trousers and pull his cock out. It is hard and the musk is even stronger than the one Ollie has. But the boy savors it as if he is about to taste some good wine. He licks his lips and just a moment after he gets Sundance's cock all for him.
Ollie closes his lips around the head but Jack barely waits. He pushes his dick down the boy's mouth, down the boy's throat. And Ollie is not as unskilled as they were on their first night. He had been with other men now. He was not that innocent anymore. And Ollie wants desperately to please that man. He wants to show that now he can take his cock and he can bring him great pleasure if Jack lets him. And Jack fucks his mouth because of that.
Ollie holds Jack's tights as the man mounts over his head, fucking his mouth and causing Ollie's throat to produce noises that fill the air around them. Jack pulls his dick back and leans in, his tongue going down Ollie's mouth before he moves again and pushes his dick back in. He pulls back once more and his cock is glistening with Ollie's saliva. After looking down at that pretty face, he buries it down on his balls. "Smell this, pet. "
And Ollie does it happily. The musk is all over him now. He is so goddamn horny because of that. He smells it and breathes it deep into his lungs, getting drugged on that scent. When Jack pulls back once more, he doesn't know how long it passed. He is turned around, his ass pulled up and without any resistance of his part, Jack reaches for his hole. He spit on it before pushing his tongue on it. He forces his tongue against the tight entrance that once before he popped.
Ollie is almost screaming now. He grabs on the hay beneath him, his hard cock throbbing and his hole twitching and winking at that tongue. He feels the beard that is growing on that jaw scratching the skin of his ass and it is all the better. "Goodness. " He cried out loud. "Please, Jack, fuck me. Fuck my ass. I need your cock. I need your cock in me. "
Jack spits on his own hand and makes his cock all the more wet. He tried pushing inside of Ollie but the boy is too tight like that first time. "Stay here. " He whispers on Ollie's ear before standing up and taking his trousers off with his boots and running naked inside his own small house. Ollie leans against the hay, watching it all happen with a drunk smile on his face.
He feels wet. He feels his ass wet, his dick wet, his face covered in Sundance – his scent lingering there on his lips. He watches the house with a drunk smile and a full heart and when he sees Jack Sundance running back, his smile is a little bigger. He has a small pot on his hand and he takes off a cream out of it. On the dark night, Ollie can't see exactly what it is, but it has a strong smell. He doesn't mind it. Jack turns him again, spreads the cream on his butt and than pushes his dick, mounting the boy from behind, kissing the boy's neck to try and sooth the pain of having a thick big cock up his hole. "Relax, Ollie. Relax for me. "
The words are enchanting and Ollie breaths in and out and in and out until he feels his hole allowing that dick to go deeper. He groans and moans and tightens himself again and again which only make Jack moan louder because now he feels his cock being chewed up by that boy's hungry tight hole.
For a moment, they stop. There's only their breathing now. "Are you good? " Jack asks the boy.
"Yes. "
"I don't want to hurt you. "
Ollie doesn't reply. He starts moving his ass. First to one side and to the other. But after back and forth too. Jack is thankful for that green light. He groans and pushes his dick all the way in until he is balls deep inside his lover. "Oliver. " He groans on the boy's ear.
"Yes? "
"Fuck. "
Their bodies keep moving. Ollie sometimes pushes back when he can – sometimes the feelings inside of him are too intense for him to move. He is dominated. He feels the slight belly over the arc on his lower back. He feels the hairy body warm against his own. He feels the thick big dick burying deep into him, hitting him on his sweet spots. He moans. Sometimes his cries sound thinner like a girls, sometimes rougher like a boy. He can't care less and all of his moans seem to have an effect on his cowboy because by the way Ollie sounds Jack changes his rhythm.
And soon, without any previous warning except the good feeling all over, Ollie shoots a huge load over the hay and his ass clench so hard on Jack's dick that the old cowboy breeds that tight lawyer hole too before letting his huge figure of a bear fall over the smooth and young body of Ollie.
They stay like that over the hay and under the stars. All is quiet so Jack's breath is loud on Ollie's ear but the boy don't mind. In fact, the breath that comes over his neck is warm and he likes it. He can feel himself full. And Jack's cock is still inside of his hole, a bit softer now but still there, filling him up. Ollie groans and clenches his hole once more before Jack moves, pulling his cock away and standing up to look at Ollie's ass and his own load coming out of it.
"I wasn't expecting you 'ere today, boy. "
"I was at Marco's place tonight. He was telling me about... this all. About men. " Ollie stops himself. He doesn't know what Jack would do if he knew that Ollie knew gossip about his past. "I felt as if I needed to come and see you. "
He couldn't tell but he was sure Jack was smiling. "So now you know about the ways of the West. "
"For sure I do. "
"Did you and Marco? "
"Oh, no. Not yet. But I think Marco would love to. " Ollie chuckes, standing up and stretching his young body as a breeze blew through the farm. "I know I would. "
There was a cheeky smile on his lips. It felt a bit refreshing to simply talk to Sundance about it.
"Who did you do? " Jack asked, patting Ollie's ass.
"Father John. " He admits blushing a little. And than he clears his throat. The thought of Big C fills his head but Ollie doesn't say anything.
"That old fucker. He never misses one bit. "
"Are there more? I mean, other than us? "
"From town? Oh, yes. And some other men come too. They generally stay by the whorehouse, but they don't come for our sluts. Oh, no, Sir. " Completely naked, Jack goes back inside the barn and Ollie follows him close, naked as well. He likes the feeling of walking around like that. All is quiet and the horses move their tails or their faces when they pass with the light. It is all dark now but Jack still caresses one or another of the beasts while Ollie watches him, his dick already growing hard once more. "But it isn't just us four. You haven't met them all yet but you probably will. Married important people. Talbot does it too. "
The name was spoken so easily but for Ollie it came as a shower of hot water. He remains quiet as he looks that old cowboy in his full humble glory.
"Do you do with them as well? " Ollie asks, his heart on his throat as he tries to uncover more of that guy.
"I do. Quite often. "
"What about Sally? "
"Oliver. " Jack stops and looks at the boy. "Sally is just... you know, this works in this godforsaken town because we play by the rules. I am an old man with a land. I need to marry a woman and have children. It won't do any good having a man for my life. "
Oliver lowers his eyes.
"You too will marry a beautiful girl one day. "
"What if I don't want? "
"You will. "
Jack's reply seems so definite that Ollie cannot answer it. Instead, he looks down at his own feet. "Will you continue to fuck other men? "
"As all of us here do, yeah. "
Jack leaves the horse he was attending and goes to Ollie, caressing the boy's face.
"Even you, if you want to come more often. "
This lights a fire in the boy's heart again. But at the same time, it stings. There is an implication on those words. Other men will come too. Not only him and Sally, but other men too.
"So if you marry Sally Mae, you'll keep meeting other men? Not just- " He almost said me, but as he looks up and sees Jack looking back, he feels strangely ashamed. "-one? "
Jack hesitates. There is a sudden shadow over his eyes that Ollie thinks he imagined. The cowboy continues to caress his cheeks with his thick thumb. Ollie could stay like that forever but Jack moves away with a sad smile.
"Why just one? " He shrugs. "I'll love my wife and my kids and other men will be just fun. "
Ollie has to take a deep breath on hearing all of that. He knows Jack doesn't mean it. At least, he believes he does. He believes he knows the cowboy better than that – but he could also be mistaken.
"Me too, you know? " He says, cutting the silence. "I won't stop at just you and Father John. I love this all far too much. "
Jack looks at him and pats his ass again. "Atta, boy. Come, let's go inside. Or do you have to go back for your uncle? "
"He thinks I'm at Marco's place tonight. "
"Good. Than you don't mind sharing my bed? I might be stinking a bit though. "
"I like your cowboy smell, Sundance. "
Jack laughs as he picks up the clothes from the ground, his and Ollie's, and lead the boy in. Inside, a little light comes from a candle that is almost ending. Sundance shows Ollie the bed that they once shared and the boy climbs in after cleaning his feet. Jack takes a little longer to clean himself too but soon he gets in bed, pulling a little blanket over them and blowing the candle before putting it down on the floor.
On the bed, they stay a while apart. Jack clears his throat and passes an arm around Ollie. "Is it okay? "
"Yes. " Ollie replies back, cuddling back against that hairy big body.
In the dark, Ollie would not be able to tell, but as he slowly falls asleep, happy to be in Sundance's arms, he doesn't know that the cowboy has his eyes opened and a little smile on his own face as he feels the young boy sleeping in his embrace.