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OLLIE GOES WEST by Vincent Dirk
Chapter VI: New Home
If the first day had impacted Ollie in a bad way with Garrett and all that situation, the ones that followed were very pleasing to the young man. He had gotten used to that new life quite easily. First there had been Jack Sundance, who was in Ollie's mind constantly making his cock hard. Still, pride stopped Ollie for going back for more. He was still hurt that Sundance was engaged to that Sally girl and even if he could remember the scent of Jack's armpit, he would not be caught dead running after his first lover.
But the thing was... his hard on could be taken care in other ways. Presently, Father John had been the best for it. The week following Oliver and Uncle Stefan's arrival had been full of escapades with the priest. Most of the times, those occured inside his house. Father John was incredible at teaching him stuff about the ways of the West. But not only the sexual stuff, but also the stuff to prepare for that. Father John gave Ollie a shower once, showing how he should clean himself to present for other males. At one point, Ollie told the priest he loved cock and he wanted to feel more of it inside his ass. It was the middle of the week and all he had done so far with Father John was suck his cock and eat his load. Father John looked quite happy, hence the shower lessons.
The old priest also had some fantasies of his own that he soon introduced to Ollie. The first thing he liked the boy to do was get naked. As soon as Stefan would leave the two of them alone, Ollie would get naked and come sit on the priest's lap. They would mess around, kiss, touch themselves. Father John loved to pinch and twich Ollie's nipples until they were bright red and hard. The boy would moan, sometimes in pain, sometimes in pleasure, but he never asked the man to stop. The pain made his own cock throb.
Very rarely Father John took all his clothes off. Once Ollie asked him why and he admitted he was too old, he didn't look as good or handsome as other men like Jack Sundance. At first, Ollie didn't say anything, he didn't want to lie. But on another occasion when he was sucking the priest off in the backroom of the small church, he looked up with a smile covered in cum. "You know, Father, I wouldn't suck you if I thought you are ugly. You might not be Sundance, but I find you extremily hot and I would like to kiss your naked body all over." That night, Father John escaped to Ollie's room when Uncle Stefan went to bed. He was completely naked, his round belly covered in white hair, so were his chest. He had a large but firm belly and white skin. He had tits that Ollie sucked all night. Unfortunately, Father John came all over Ollie's ass cheeks without having the chance to fuck his little hole.
Uncle Stefan and Ollie stayed on Father John's house for twelve days. Their last day there, Uncle Stefan woke up a horny Ollie to tell him he had found a house for the two of them. And an office for Ollie to start working. His father had sent money that Uncle Stefan was going to get on the bank on Monday. It was a Saturday morning and with the new clothes Ollie had bought from the town's tailor, he, Uncle Stefan and Sheriff Talbot walked a few blocks until they reached the main street where a big building was. It was a two floor building with the first occupied by three small offices, two of them already opened for business. Sheriff Talbot walked them to the second floor through stairs on the side of the building. He unlocked the door and went to open a window while Uncle Stefan and Ollie entered and looked around.
"It is a small place, y'see?" The sheriff walked to the two of them, standing next to Oliver as he showed them around. "This is the living room. Here you can find the kitchen." They walked further up where there was a room. "Here is room number two, the smaller one. The other is just through the living room." They went back and Talbot opened another door, showing Oliver and Uncle Stefan to it. "Here is the main bedroom. As you can see, it has already a bed and a wardrobe. And also a desk. Most of the things in the house are new. Mr. Thorone built it for his wife's sister but the woman only came once. Anyway, he is the owner of the building and that includes the office too." Sheriff Talbot gave the keys to Uncle Stefan.
"The office?" Oliver asked, curious as he looked at Stefan.
"Oh, it is a surprise, my boy, but come, let us show it to you now." The three of them went back down to the street. As they passed one of the offices on the first floor, a man walked out of it.
"Marco, my friend." Sheriff Talbot put a finger to his cowboy hat and lowered his head in a small manly compliment.
"Oh, I supposed these two are the Puppleton? Which one is the lawyer?" The man asked with a playful smile, reaching for Stefan's hand and shaking it before looking up to young Ollie. He shook his hand too.
"That would be me."
"My name's Marco Thorone. Sheriff Talbot told me your Uncle was looking for a place and an office. We made a good deal. And well, now we will be working neighbors." He chuckled as he pointed to his own office. It was a small room. In the glass up front it could be read "DAILY NEWS". "I'm the only journalist in town and well, honestly, I work more as a gossip teller than anything else. It is a good break from the farm and the lady, to be fair."
All men laughed together. Ollie took a better look at Marco. He wasn't as old as Uncle Stefan or Talbot. He looked to be a bit over 35. He was wearing an old shirt that could let Ollie guess his figure, a dadbod of some kind, a bit flaccid but on point. He had a bulge and a round ass on his tight jeans and he was wearing brown boots. He was white as most of the men Ollie got to know there, he had a beard and an air of intelectual which made him quite unique. Talbot pointed that out.
"Now you two will be able to discuss a lot about books and stuff, you two being the only intelectuals here."
"Oh, Talbot, if you only knew. The kids in the school are reading quite a lot. Soon me and mr. Puppleton will be delighted to have conversations with ten-year-old boys." They all laughed again and Marco led them to the next office. He took a key and opened the door.
It was a room similar to the newspaper one. There was a big window and a big desk and two chairs. And nothing else except dirt all around. "I haven't opened this up in a while. But with a bit of work it will be as good as new soon."
"Oh, mr. Thorone, no need to worry about that. We will make a wonderful place, be sure." Uncle Stefan took something and put it on the door. It was a small wood sign with the words "Mr. Puppleton, lawyer".
For one moment, Ollie forgot he was surrounded by old men he would like to suck and fuck. He checked the sign on the door and his heart was big and he was damn proud of himself. Marco's hand on his shoulder brought him back. The man leaned closer and a warm feeling was back inside Ollie's guts. The man had a breath as if he had been drinking since morning. "This looks quite fancy, my friend."
After a moment inside that dusky room, they all left and stood in front of it. Talbot crossed his arms as he watched his town going on with its business. The pride moment was killed off by some unsettling news the journalist had.
"Some people came in this morning, a couple from the north area of town. They said Garrett's gang were all around the houses last night. They locked themselves up, of course, but they heard him around. They were really scared."
"Funny. It's not even Wednesday." Talbot replied.
"Garrett is that thief that humiliated my dear Oliver." Uncle Stefan jumped in the conversation while Ollie listened with cautious attention. The warm feeling was bigger now. He remembered the piercing blue eyes staring at his naked body. He remembered the hands on his ass. He was suddenly hard and his face was glowing red. "You should go and lock him up, Sheriff."
Marco chuckled at the that. "No one mess with Garrett."
"No one does indeed." Talbot continued. "There's nothing I can do. My hands are tied regarding the group. Even Jack doesn't do shit about them. They come in town every week on Thursday and they go on with their business. If we are lucky, they stay on the far end, in the whorehouse. If we're not, someone has to pay a debt or gets his stuff destroyed. Or worse."
"But he is an outlaw!" Uncle Stefan looked shocked with how Talbot talked. "I'm sure the cops here..."
"There's only me and another two drunkards." Talbot exclaimed. "No offense, Marco."
The journalist shook his shoulders, not minding the commentary.
"It used to be three but the idiot stood up against Talbot and now he is laying on the cemetary." Talbot continued. "We don't mess with him. It is an agreement of some sorts. As long as he doesn't cross the line."
"But you just said he kills people."
Talbot looked at Stefan. He had a very serious face and his arms were crossed over his large chest. "Look here, mr. Puppleton. We will protect you, but this is the West. Garrett is a part of this town as much as the good people here. We don't do anything to him, we just stay out of his way. See, young Puppleton?" His eyes were back at Oliver. It was a warning and Oliver shook his head, understanding it immediately.
Uncle Stefan shook his head but didn't say anything. He made the sign of the cross and sighed. "It will get some time getting used to this all."
"Oliver? May I call you that?" Marco had brought Oliver into his own office while Talbot and Stefan stayed outside talking.
"If I may call you Marco."
"Well, you're almost the age of my oldest, but I guess since we will be working side by side, I can allow that."
"Do you have children?"
"Two." Marco replied with a proud smile. "I'll be sending the oldest to the East by the end of the year, be sure of that. The wife doesn't want me to, but what can I do? The boy needs a good education and I can't teach him from home anymore."
"I would love to meet them, mr. Thorone." Oliver said with a smile.
"Marco. You said you'd call me Marco." The journalist reached his chair and sat down. He looked Oliver in the face for a moment and than took a small metal bottle from his jacket. He drank its content and finished with a loud and satisfied "aaah". "Liquid courage. To get me through the days."
"In a town like this, I understand you." Oliver said. When Marco offered him some, he refused though.
"Were you staying at Father John's house, am I right?"
"Yes."
"How was there? Did he treat you nice?"
"Very much. He is an incredible man."
"Ah, pfff." Marco said, rolling his eyes. "He has his good things, sure. And he is a kind man, I'll give him that. Also..." He lowered his voice and leaned over the table, checking the window to make sure the other two men were still outside. "He has some valuable lessons to teach. Did he teach you?"
Oliver looked at Marco for a moment, wondering if the man knew about what he had done to Father John on the previous weeks. He felt his heart pounding faster and he felt butterflies on his stomach. Father John had mentioned that other men knew of those practices. He had promised to introduce Oliver to them.
"Do you mean of the ways of the West?"
Marco gave a joyful laugh as he leaned back on the chair. "That dirty old rascal. Was he your first?"
Oliver blushed at the blunt question. "N-no."
"No? Was it Talbot?" He raised a curious eyebrow at the question. "Or did you fuck your uncle?"
"Mr. Thorone." Oliver hushed at him, asking him to be a little less louder. "Don't worry. They aren't hearing. But tell me, and don't feel ashamed. It is only natural."
"It was Sundance. Jack Sundance."
"Jack Sundance? You fucked Jack Sundance?" Marco sat up straight on his chair. A big excited smile on his lips. "Oh, lucky boy."
Ollie was closer to Marco now. With a low voice, he whispered: "Yes, very lucky. He was a wonderful lover."
"I can believe he was." Marco put a hand on Ollie's waist. That intimacy when the secret was out was something new to Oliver but he didn't push the hand away. On the contrary, it felt good to be pulled into the club like that.
"Did you fuck Talbot and Father John?" Oliver asked, wanting to be part of the secret as well.
"Did I?" Marco chuckled. "It is almost a week thing. I was curious on why Father John was not showing up last week but now I know... you were giving the old rascal a treat."
"I sucked him. But he didn't fuck me yet. I like him. He is old but is sexy in his own way. Has a nice thick cock and he taught me to take it all. I take it quickly though. I need more practice to suck cocks."
"Oh, boy, tell me that again."
"I want more practice sucking cocks."
Marco's hand left Ollie's waist and went to his bulge. Ollie was sure he was going to spot his third cock since he arrived on town but unfortunately, Talbot and Stefan walked in.
"Ollie, all is settled. Talbot offered to help us with out stuff. We are going to Father John's now to take them. Shall we?"
"Oh, do you think another pair of hands will help?" Marco asked, showing both his hands to Uncle Stefan.
"I wouldn't say no to that, Sir."
Marco stood up and patted Ollie's ass. "Let's go than. Let's move you in."