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OLLIE GOES WEST by Vincent Dirk
Chapter V: Men of the West
Ollie reached Father John's house almost an hour after leaving Sundance's house. He had left behind the man that just popped his cherry full of good memories and with the scent of his cock still on his nose. It had been a joyous morning. Young Ollie felt as if he had just been released from years and years of holding himself back, of pretending to be and to desire something else. There was also a little burn on his hole that reminded him of what he did. More than that, after a couple of miles he felt himself getting wet given all of Sundance's cum was finally going down. He hold it a bit longer, hoping to make to the house he was staying to at least clean himself.
And so he did.
His uncle and Father John were sitting by the table drinking some tea. Both men seemed to be very excited on the conversation they were having. When the door opened and Ollie entered, both of them looked and his uncle quikcly stood up, coming to hold his young nephew and tap him on the back.
"Here I was talking to Father John about letting us stay another couple of nights until we find somewhere good to go. We will have a bed and our stuff all ready before we move. There's a little house I fancied and I think it will be enough for starters."
Father John looked at them both. "And all thanks to the help of Big C that you two must visit tomorrow." He got up and prepared another cup of tea for Ollie.
"Come, sit down, my boy. As you can see, you're already making quite a fuzz around town." Uncle Stefan led Ollie for a chair and as soon as the boy sat down, he felt more of Sundance's load on his clothes. He blushed almost immediately but thank goodness none of the men with him noticed.
"What were you doing this morning? Getting to know the town? Living adventures?" Father John brought the hot drink in a cup for Ollie. "Careful now, it is still very hot."
"Oh, I was with Jack Sundance, Father. He took me to know the lands around for a bit." Ollie lied. How could he ever tell a priest that he had just been fucked in the ass by the other cowboy anyway?
"Oh, Jack Sundance. Now that's a good man that you should be careful about. He has a good heart but some very strange ways. Very lonesome even. A man who doesn't come to society like we expect."
Ollie looked at the priest, nodding a bit. "He was a charm with me, Father. He was very nice and pleasant. He thought me a lot of things."
"Now did he? What sort of things?" Uncle Stefan was quick to ask.
"He, hm, he took me to his farm and showed me his horses and... he taught me to ride a little. But I still have a lot ot learn. And he offered some more help." Ollie's lies were leaving his mouth so quickly that he was thankful for his own creativity. "We were interrupted by a Lady and her daughter. I seemed to forget their names. I think the young one was called Sally Mae."
"Oh, so you met Sally Mae? That is good. I have been helping her with the Sundance case, as me and her mother call it." Father John chuckled before sipping his tea. "She is going to get married to Sundance by the end of the year. We've been doing that for almost ten months now but finally, just two weeks ago, we've manage to make Jack go and ask her hand. Her father is waiting at home for that, but we are sure Jack will do it in no time! And that reminds me to go and have a word with him soon."
Ollie looked from the priest to his uncle. "But you said he is no good."
"No, no, don't get me wrong. He is. We just don't like having him there by himself. We must do something about him. Marrying him to one of the good girls in town might do the man what it needs to be done. He will be one of us." Father John explained.
And those words felt as if Ollie had been punched in the stomach. Uncle Stefan asked something about Jack's farm but Ollie was not listening now. He looked blankly through the window, hurting inside in ways he could not imagine to feel. He felt cheated. All those caring moments back in Sundance's house was a lie. The man knew he was about to marry Sally Mae. And just a little more the two of them would be caught. Oh, the shame.
"Excuse me. I need to rest." Ollie stood up immediately and gave the two men his back, unaware of the spot in his trousers caused by Sundance's load as he walked away from them.
Ollie laid down and stayed on bed for most of the day. He could hear his Uncle leaving at some moment but he didn't even changed positions in bed. All he thought about was how angry he was at Sundance for not telling him that. Now there was that Sally Mae. Sally Mae. He didn't know her but he already hated her, especially knowing how young and pretty she was. Just like him.
Ollie was jealous and so into his own feelings that he only noticed Father John's presence when the man touched his shoulder. "Are you awake, my darling?"
Father John sat on the bed as Ollie sat too. He looked at the old priest's face and he saw the man was smiling at him. "I came to check up on you. You seemed a bit distressed."
"Oh, just tired, Father. It has been two two days, I can tell."
"Indeed. Maybe you need some relaxing there, don't you?"
Something was off. Something felt different as he stared at the old man. Yes, Ollie had noticed it before, when they were on his living room on the other day – how the Father looked at him. Even this morning he could sense that look. But now...
He understood it. So he stared back at those hungry eyes and he saw exactly why the Father was so intimate with him. A few weeks before that day, he would certainly have believed that the man's friendliness was explainable by him being a man of the church, open to all of his followers, the good faithed people. But Ollie realized in that moment that it was more than that. It was certainly something else, a different kind of crave that made his cock hard more often than not. Like at that very moment. It was making a volume on the tight old pants the Father had lent him. And that brought Father John's eyes to it.
"Oh, your uncle has told me that you and him have a meeting with the tailor tomorrow morning. With some luck, you will find some clothes that fit you better." He said, his hand caressing Ollie's leg as the boy looked at those eyes, those hungry and lustful eyes.
"Thank you for your help so far, Father. I don't know how I could ever pay you for all this kindness." Ollie played innocent but he wasn't ashamed, not anymore, definitely not like the lost boy from yesterday.
Having sex with Sundance changed things for him. Changed them for good. All the feelings that he was used to bottle down and control were now exploding. He was angry at Sundance, he felt cheated, he hated that girl. But he also felt owner of his own body. Ollie felt his cock throbbing at that thought. If Sundance did it and he was still a Man, he too could do it. And Father John could do it. It was just a secret that was well kept between them men. And he wanted to be part of the club.
"Oh, I'm just doing God's work. And He knows this forgotten town needs more lads like you, my boy." The hand was still on his tight and the old man was smiling at him. "Did you enjoy your morning with Sundance? I hope he was useful to you. We all like him very much, despite his old ways."
"He was very helpful indeed, Sir. He taught me a lot of things about being a man of the west."
Father John seemed to take the hint. He smirked and looked over his shoulder. Outside of the house, people were talking, horses were going through, the town was alive. But they were alone and Father John was checking that to make sure the secret would be safe.
"You seemed awfully surprised that he is to be engaged."
Those words stung deep, but Ollie tried to keep a cool face. It was not about Sundance anymore. He should be like Sundance but not belong to Sundance. He was supposed to be a man of the West and maybe later on he would have to marry a woman too. It was tradition still taking its roots on that desolated desert.
"After his lessons, I thought he was another type of man." Ollie replied putting a hand over the priest's hand, pulling it closer to his crotch. "But I guess it was another lesson to be learned. This is the type of man we must be. Our nation depends on that." And he closed the sentence with Father John exactly on top of his crotch, hard cock throbbing under it. "Father John, he made me a man. And now I need more."
The old religious man opened a soft smile. It was gentle but reassuring. "I'm glad he did, my boy. Since I laid my eyes on you, I was expecting one of us to do. I didn't expect it to be so soon, you seemed too innocent yesterday. But I guess some desires do define us. Now listen, I think you understood it well with Sundance but I'll make it clear for you: this must be a secret. This is a town in the middle of nowhere. Us, men, have the right to explore it through the wilderness but we also bring with us civilization. And you, my dear big boy..." Father John squeezed Ollie's cock. "You are a lawyer, you must help us make this a good, growing town. And underneath all that, we keep this secret as men of the West."
Ollie looked that old man smiling, his white beard made him look like an old grandpa that you trusted when you were a kid. The kind that Ollie loved to get on the lap and play with. Thinking about it now, with more light on the whole situation, he thought that he understood why he loved sitting on men's laps when he was a kid. It was just nature.
"Yes, Father." Ollie reached for the man's crotch too. For an old man, Father John was in good shape. His cock was as hard as Ollie's. He had a soft belly under his black clothes and he did indeed look like he was over his 50s. But Ollie still felt horny over him. "Will my uncle be out for a while?"
"Yes." The priest's word was soft. He had closed his eyes and leaned back while Ollie touched his cock.
That answer made Ollie get up and quickly down on his knees in front of the priest. He pulled down the man's black pants and freed his cock. It had white hair all around it and a big sac that looked as if it was full and swollen. The cock was not as impressive as Sundance though. It had skin over it and it was maybe around 15 centimeters. Ollie held it in his hand and played with it, jerking it a bit before looking up at the old man. He leaned and kissed the tip, a bit of precum giving him the first taste of that cock. He was way more wet than Sundance. His precum made the red head of his cock wet. Ollie gave another kiss. And than another. Finally, he put his tongue and licked around the head, taking all the precum on the tip and tasting it properly over his tongue.
"Good Lord." The priest growled, putting a heavy hand on Ollie's head and pushing him down.
Ollie opened his mouth, the cock slid in, but only half of it. His throat was still getting used to getting cock. He gagged, pushed back, coughing. The priest laughed. "At least there is a lot to teach you. Sundance might have started but I bet a lot of us here will want to teach you too."
The idea made Ollie happy. He wanted to learn with as many of them as he could. "I want to learn it all, Father. Will you help me?"
That made the religious man smile down, pushing his head back to his cock before answering a loud "Yes". Father John closed his eyes and kept his hand on Ollie's head, guiding his head, his mouth, his movement. Ollie took about half of that cock, a bit more if he felt daring. But not all yet. If he tried, his throat would close immediately.
He wasn't jerking himself off. All he did was massage his crotch. Ollie wanted his full attention on Father John's cock. He wanted to service the man and make him another satisfied client.
"That's a talent, you know? A god given talent to be a cocksucker."
Those words spoken so bluntly shocked the boy, but he was too busy to protest. Father John's cock was in his mouth and if he, a priest, was saying it, than who was Ollie to protest anyway? All he did was start to suck on that cock more properly, using his cheeks to make a suction movement around the man's swollen head.
Both of them were so into it that they barely heard the door. Thank goodness Uncle Stefan was a loud man.
"I'm back, Father. Is Oliver still on bed? We must wake him up and take him to town. So many people to meet. Father?"
Ollie jumped on his feet, white as a sheet. And Father John was quickly to pull his pants up and stand up as well, looking down and than at Ollie, walking to him and putting a hand on his face, slapping it softly with a smile.
"You did good, my boy. We are here, Stefan. I was just talking to young Oliver about the works of the church here. Your boy is an incredible gift to our town." Uncle Stefan walked in to see both of the men close to each other, red faces and smiling. He didn't notice their tents. If he did look down though, he would have seen that both of them were sporting some tents on their trousers.