Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2019 13:32:15 +0000
From: Vincent Dirk <vincent.dirk@outlook.com>
Subject: Ollie Goes West, Chapter 10

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OLLIE GOES WEST by Vincent Dirk



Chapter 10: The Tale of the Men of the West, part. I


There's no reason to believe that Sundance or Talbot were the first men
that fucked other men in this town, or well, anywhere in this world. If we
are being completely honest, these cowboys all around this vast west happen
to fuck their bodies. Do you know that the greeks and romans did it too? No
shame attached to that. The pleasure for this type of sex has always been
searched for and men have done it since there were men in this Earth.

But now, almost 30 years back, Sundance and Xerife Talbot were both young
and handsome lads who worked with their family in this small village. If
nowadays it is small, at that time it was nothing more than a couple of
houses for the people who worked for the original Big C, that is,
mr. Crasswood's father.

Talbot's family ended up here coming after gold. And they stayed even after
the gold rush led most people away from this area. As for Sundance's
family? I don't know exactly how they ended up here, but they had been here
since the start. Now, I could tell you almost everything I know, but I'll
focus on the details since dinner might be ready soon.

Jack Sundance, with little more than sixteen and Mark Talbot, a couple of
years older, met working on the fields of Big C's Pa and the attraction was
instantaneous. The two boys were never far from each other. Talbot's family
was a religious one but as far as they could tell, the two boys were simply
acting like brothers, always together and never apart.

The thing is, in secret, they were more than just best friends. They would
meet anywhere they could for a good fuck. Sometimes a quick one during a
break at work. Sometimes a break they caused by running among the tall
grass of the farm and fucking hard under the sun. They would kiss and make
out. They would suck each other and lick their buttholes. But most
importantly, my dear Ollie, they were in love.

It wasn't just sex, as people told me. It was more. Sundance and Talbot
were in love with each other. It was a firm type of love. One that would
have last forever. At least, they so believed. A dear old lady that was
good friends with the boys back than once told me that Sundance told her
that he wanted to run away to the far West with Talbot and they would live
as a couple on a farm of their own. Now, if that's true, I can't tell. But
it is safe to say that those two young boys were in love with each other
and couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

Such was the case that they ended up getting caught.

Now, this might come as a surprise. Everyone in town, at least the old
people, know about what comes next. It was hard for me, a newcomer, to find
this out. But offering the right drink to the right person and sucking some
dicks, which I did happily, made me come to this story with lots of
details.

Once, Sundance was supposed to be on the barn, working with the
horses. Talbot came for a visit in the middle of the afternoon. He was
supposed to be working on the fields but he thought he had a little time
for a little fun with his soon to be only one. And so they did. Right there
in the barn, Talbot got down on his knees to suck on Jack's cock. Now, if
rumours are true, it is quite a big cock. You know that don't you, boy? Ah,
yes, I think you do. And Talbot could take it all down his throat like a
professional whore.

Now I don't know exactly what position they were in when faith played them
its trick. But mr. Crasswood senior, than a man reaching his 40s, walked in
on them and watched as the two young lads fuck each other until they were
falling dirty and tired on the hay. They were happy, laughing and kissing
like two young lovers can do.

And with a big bulge on his pants, the old man came in to reveal that he
saw it all.

This scared the shit out of the boys, of course. Talbot tried to put on his
clothes but Sundance stood naked and defiant. "There is nothing wrong here,
Sir." As far as Mr. Crasswood Senior could tell, there wasn't indeed
nothing wrong. He raised his hands, trying to sooth down the
situation. "Now boys, don't go doin' nothing stupid when I can help you two
with this."

The words haunted the two young boys, but they listened. "Don't get me
wrong – what I mean to say is, it would be awful if your parents found
out 'bout this dirty stuff. But if you allow me and this way I'll be part
of yer little secret, I can put you two on a room where is safe and
comfortable for doin' nasty."

The older male was smiling. And Talbot and Sundance understood what he
meant. And they were happy at first. "Oh, Sir, Thank you. That would be
amazing." Jack shook Big C's hand but the man was not done yet. "As long as
I can go into the room and watch you two doing it."

That made both the boys hesitate. And Jack, taken to the idea that he
should protect his lover and his love, took a step back away from Big
C. "That ain't good, mister Crasswood."

"And your parents knowing ain't good either, Jack."

The young cowboy was about to answer something when Talbot touched his
shoulder. "Jack.It's better if we do. If my parents find out, we are both
dead."

There was no way to get out of that situation. They were both stuck to that
old man now and what they did was lower their heads and submit to their
boss. And old Big C was quick to take advantage of that. He touched the two
young cowboys right then and there. His old fingers reached for their soft
cocks and for their buttocks. He touched their buttholes and made them suck
each other right there in the barn once more. The fun would have continued
but the old Mr. Crasswood simply shoot his load up the two boys faces and
left them with a warning that they should do as they were told.

And so, you see, Ollie, this is how the faith of this damned town got
tangled in male sex. Your favorite cowboy, our sheriff and Big C's dad. The
three of them would meet again and again. The house where now we have our
main whorehouse was a hotel back than. It wasn't as big as it is now, but
the rooms were comfortable enough for the three of them. Old Mr. Crasswood
would take both boys in, sit down on a chair by the bed completely naked
with a big belly and his big white beard and he would jerk his dick, which
people says was not that advantaged as his son's, while Sundance and Talbot
did their thing.

And at first, it was just love making. But the old man got new ideas and
they were doing all their new ideas because Crasswood had a hold on
them. If they dared say no, first the man would remember them of their
father, of their guilt, and after, he would spank the one who dared saying
no. That was mostly Jack Sundance in this case, as far as I know. Talbot
might be a big man with a kind soul and a badge to remember us of who he
is, but in all honesty, he is as submissive as the two of us sitting here
tonight. I don't think it ever crossed his mind to dare disobeying Big C,
but Sundance, oh, that man. Nowadays he is a brave rebel, but back than?
Can you imagine, Ollie?

What I do know is that him and Talbot were planning to run away. And
because of Big C, the cracks in their relationship started to
appear. Sundance pushed Talbot - "let's go. We have to steal two horses and
run west. Run for the gold. You and me."

But, and I might be wrong on this one, but I think it was every
Thursday. Yes, every Thursday the two of them met on the old hotel under
Big C's attentive eyes and there they fuck. If the tales are correct, Big C
liked to watch Talbot getting fucked. Talbot was always a bit more... heavy
and burly and I think Big C liked to watch Sundance's dominant side
appearing too on the sex. I hear Sundance does like to take it on the ass
too, but hey, I never heard of anyone who did that, except Talbot and Big C
– both father and son.

So you see, Ollie, Jack Sundance hates the Crasswoods because they are
responsible not only for the doom of this town, but the doom of his
relationship with Mark Talbot. And what I told you so far it is just the
beginning of a tragic affair. Now, most of the sexual experiences they both
had started with Big C Senior, but there was another player ready to enter
the equation.

Carter Crasswood Junior was a young man that had just came back from the
East, where he learned from the best on how to succeed his Daddy. But other
things were taught there too. Hidden things. As much as Talbot and
Sundance's story is not much of a secret, but more like a legend that some
choose to disregard, Big C Junior's stories were all around town too. How
he fucked the workers and paid them with silver coins. Men or women, none
were safe from his needs.

And the young man, older than Sundance and Talbot already back in those
days, one day caught the two lovers sharing a simple, innocent kiss. Unlike
his Dad, he didn't intervened right there. But he followed the two of them
everywhere he could. What plans were crossing his mind? God only knows. But
a chance on destiny made that following all the better when one day he
entered the hotel. It was, of course, a Thursday. And his dad was there
with the two young cowboys, going up to a private room.

Big C Junior followed them and waited by the door, watching through the key
hole. And when he saw it was proper to make an entrance, he kicked the
door. And what he saw was Talbot and Sundance pissing all over his father's
face – the old man's beer was soaked with the yellow steamy liquid.

Big C Junior, our beloved Crasswood of nowadays, made a fuss. He laughed
and teased the three of them. He used a lot of dirty words to described
them and he went outside the room, as loud as he could, trying to gather
attention. Sundance and Talbot were terrified. And for the first time, they
were thankful for the old man that was helping them: Big C Senior got up,
naked and soaked in hot piss, and pulled his son into the room,locking the
door with the chair he generally sat down on. With the four locked in, he
tried first coercing his son to shut the fuck up and leave it all be.

But Crasswood Junior didn't have none of that. His dad offered money, but
that wasn't enough. "What do you want, son?"

"To fuck you, whore."

Sundance and Talbot were on the corner like two fright animals. In the
middle of the room, standing on a pond of piss, Big C Senior tried to argue
with Big C Junior, telling him how wrong that was. But he younger C had
made up his mind.

And so, to save himself from the doom of his own family, Big C Senior got
down and started sucking his own son's cock. And well, you'll find out
soon, my friend, because none is free of that in this place, but Big C
Junior has a big thick one. It is an uncut veiny thing, thick as it can
be. And it is a grower. It grows and grows and has a big mushroom red head
and heavy beautiful balls. I'll give it to him, it is a beautiful cock. And
he fucked his father's throat right than and there, making the old man gag
on him.

But it wasn't enough yet. With his father soaked in piss and dripping
precum, he fucked his ass. He put him on all fours on the floor and fucked
his ass with only his spit. He fucked and made his father scream and yell
and shoot his old man's jizz over the hotel floor. He pulled his old man's
hair so he would look at the two young cowboys that Big C Junior thought
were his father's lovers. And in that moment, he hated Talbot and Sundance
for that.

And when he shot a big load inside the old man's fat ass, he was done. He
had a sadic smile than. He got up, put his dick inside his old trousers and
took some silver coins out of his pocket. He threw them over his dad, who
was in ecstasy after being fucked so well by his own son. "Thank you,
son. That was pure gold." But the boy only offered him silver, throwing at
him as if he would throw at a cheap whore. "We meet here on Thursday." He
said before turning to the two young cowboys who hadn't dare saying a
single word but were naked and sporting two enormous hard ons. "All of
us. The fun, my dear friends, have just begun."

Now, Ollie, you must know that every Thursday, the four men were there. For
a while. And don't get me wrong – Jack Sundance and Mark Talbot were led
into that room by desires other than their own but they kept coming back
because they also liked what they were doing. And when Big C Senior stopped
appearing, the relationship that was once between two turned into a
threesome for sure.

Big C Senior didn't appear on one Thursday, but his son did. And the
activities went on as if nothing had changed at all. Despite Jack's
dominant persona, the one that gave the orders there was Big C. Our Big
C. Since a young age, he had been good at bossing people around and it was
not different from his two younger lovers. He got the dominant position
fast and he learned he could have fun with those simple minded cowboys as
he liked to boast. He would make Sundance endure being the submissive one
for weeks, sometimes. He would fuck the two men at the same time, one next
to the other. And Big C always had a deviant mind. Some days he would
simply take a belt and spank his two lovers and after it was all done, he
would cuddle the two and make promises of wilder and dirtier fantasies.

After days without seeing Big C Senior, Sundance dared to ask "Where is
your dad, Sir?". To which Carter replied without any hesitation or shame:
"I ordered that whore to stay at home. He is now my little bitch and I
asked a friend of mine, a lawyer, to come and pass everything my dad owns
to me. I am now your boss."

The revelation didn't impact the two young lovers too much. They should
have guessed that bad things were coming. I'm not saying Big C Senior was a
saint. If you ask the old people in this town, they sure as hell won't have
nice things to say. But they all agree that when he was the owner of these
lands, there was hope that this would grow into a prosperous town. But
after Carter Junior turned into the boss, there was no gold and there was
no more hope. This turned into a villa that was stuck forever in the young
man's hand.

But back at my tale, Ollie: Jack and Mark were young and horny, full of
hormones. Like I said, with Big C Junior was different. They didn't hate
the young man. After his father was gone, they didn't ask much
questions. They were three young, strong studs having sex. The hotel soon
was turned into a whorehouse. Big C Junior bought it and made it a
whorehouse. He also bought another smaller house and made it into a hotel
for the fancy people who never visited this town anyway.

He brought in an old man and gave the building to him. He gave money and
the whores came in. Boys and girls from all over the west, who weren't as
lucky as he was. It was when that part of the town started getting down and
the rest of the town got a bit, well, better. But Big C always thought
big. And if Jack and Mark thought their threesome was a love affair, Big C
never had that illusion. He started making deals with important people. And
sex was always involved.

In no time, he was the owner of everything, including Mark and Jack's love.

Now here's a part that is known by everyone of that time: Mark and Jack had
their first big fight on that whorehouse in front of a lot of people. It
was ugly. Some say the reason was a whore that they both wanted. But the
smart ones know that it was the beginning of the end. Jack wanted Mark to
come and live with him on his small farm house. His parents had given him a
little part of their land and he thought it was time for him and Mark be
one couple. But Mark was too scared.

When Big C came in and saw the fight, he got in between them. When he heard
the reason for the fight, he turned cold. And manipulative as never
before. In my opinion, he was angry. He was jealous of Sundance's
faithfulness to his little love affair. He took the two of them to a room,
to mend that beautiful friendship, he told them. But instead, he made the
two of them fuck each other in front of him. Like his Dad used to.

But it wasn't enough to watch Talbot fucking Sundance with strong angry
thrusts. He got in to. And he humiliated the two of them in such a way that
Sundance left the place without saying another word to anyone. What
happened there is a mystery. What happened next too, but I'm a journalist
with too much time on my hands, so I can continue this tale now.

Sundance went home and there he met his parents talking to a stranger,
older man. I don't know his real name. I know people call him Credence. I
have never seem him, so I can't tell you much about his looks. Some people
told me he was a monster, but other, more honest ones, told me that in fact
he was the most handsome cowboy they had ever seen in their life. He had
red hair and a red beard. He was tall and muscle and had one nice, captive
smile. Even though he didn't smile much.

He also had a gun with him all the time and he didn't like to talk to
anyone.

That night, Jack found out that Credence was his father's friend from an
old time. And he was there hiding. Jack was broken. Whatever happened
between him and Talbot and Big C had wounded him. And somehow, Credence was
the one that put him back together. Now, I'm going too far. I don't know
how long it took or what it happened in fact.

But Sundance and Talbot were not one anymore. And Sundance was not drinking
at the whorehouse anymore. No. Now, he only went out with big old
Credence. Credence taught him how to shoot and drink men's drinks. He
taught him so much and the two were always together when in town. Of
course, Talbot saw it and told Big C all about it too. Big C wanted to know
who that stranger in his land was but he couldn't. Credence was a no one. A
ghost. A name that didn't exist.

But oh, he did exist for some people. And they came to town too. If people
are right, this all happened on one fatidic night. Credence and Sundance
were out, riding. Talbot rode after them. And Big C was in the whorehouse,
receiving that odd group of men that seem to care a lot about Credence's
head.

This I know from Talbot. He followed Credence and Sundance into the wild
and noticed that their horses were left at a certain spot. When he went in
further, silent as a wild animal, he spotted the two men naked. Sundance
was on Credence's lap, riding a big bull dick compared only to his own and
Big C's. He was moaning happily, riding the older man with such a
lust. Talbot watched it all from the shadows, horrified. Sundance touched
Credence's hairy chest, played with his nipples, kissed his lips. And when
he was about to cum, he muttered awful words. "I love you, Credence."

Talbot jumped into the scene. "You dirty whore. You're a monster. Look what
you made of me. I was an honest man and you... you... you made me this." He
pointed to their naked bodies, covered in sweat and dust and cum. Sundance
tried to talk. He tried to sooth his old lover. But Talbot hit his face
hard. So hard that Sundance fell to the ground. Credence get between the
boys and the furious young Talbot goes for him too. It was obviously a
shock to everyone. Especially for Jack Sundance, who had only known Talbot
as a sweet young cowboy who did not dare to even hurt a prey.

"Mark, please." Sundance cried to them but in his mood, all the young
Talbot could do was throw punches at a much bigger and stronger
man. Credence beated him good. And after a few punches, he got an arm
around Talbot's neck and immobilized him. After a few seconds, the fever of
the fight went down and Talbot started to cry. Hard. He was looking at
Sundance naked and with blood on his lips. "Why? Why do this? I lo-l-love
you, Jack."

Jack looked from his old lover to his new one, together by that tight
violent embrace. "Mark, I-". Well, honestly, I can't go on further. It gets
Talbot pretty sensitive, even when he is drunk. What I know is that they
rode back to the town fast that night. And they would have parted by the
road if not by the fire coming from the Sundance's land. The three rode
fast but they were all too late. The main house of Sundance's land was
gone, consumed by a wild fire. They never found Jack's mother but his
father's body was all bloody at the entrance. Credence knew what happened
and so did Jack, but Talbot was still oblivious to it all. And shocked
beyond measure.

But he did bring the two others to a safe hidden place for the
night. Credence told them that he and Jack should move fast. And Talbot,
despite it all, brought them food and helped them through the night. He
also went to town the next morning first, to make sure the outlaw gang that
had been after Credence was not there.

Ollie, I don't know why they were after Credence. I don't know who Credence
is. I know that Talbot met Big C that morning and he told about everything
that happened and all Talbot has told me is that he knew at that moment
that Big C was a monster and this town was doomed as he was. For what he
says, Big C asked about Sundance and Talbot told him about catching the
other with Credence the night before. Big C laughed and said this was the
way of the West – that men like the three of them were products of it,
monsters doomed to live hidden in a ghost town. Talbot also told that
Sundance and Credence were leaving, running away. That shut the laughter
off and what he saw on Big C's eyes were plain hate. "He'll be back. Even
if they bring me only his head and his cock."

That same morning, Sundance and Credence left the town. They tried not to
call much attention, but two men were watching them from afar: Mark Talbot,
who had gathered enough clothes and food for his old lover to be safe and
Big C Junior, who rode to meet Mark after the two cowboys were gone into
the wild before throwing some silver coins down at the dirty road and
telling Mark Talbot that their Thursday afternoon deal was still up.

Talbot got heavier and heavier after that. I arrived when he was already a
few pounds extra on the sides and had a badge on his chest. He said once
that it was given by Big C but he had never been proud of it.

Father John came in a couple of years before me. But I watched the rise of
that old prick. Big C bought him easily. And you know how dirty that man
can be. Through the voice of the priest, Big C finished his ideal plan for
his own ghost town: a fuckfest under his dominion. Not saying it's bad. I
mean, I love it and I know most of the men who are in this love it to. But
damn. Father John arranges marriages so no one knows about our... dirty
little secrets. And if you try arguing that, he and Big C will convince you
that the ways of the West are to be kept as a secret. And never more than
that.