Western Rider 23 - The Rodeo

I saw the fru fru band RV when I pulled into the lot. The band whose name was painted on the side had long ago broken up. Louis drives it. We're often the first to arrive at a gay rodeo. Gay rodeos are in their fiftieth year this year. Lots of celebrities and celebrations going on.

Like me, Lou was a loner and was attracted to gay rodeos because he was a gay country boy, and the thought of being around other queers like himself, was community. Just like me.

Imagine: Cowboys dancing with cowboys, cowgirls dancing with cowgirls. Flirting. Fun. Probably sex. Add in rodeo events, country and bluegrass music. Food. Sometimes liquor. The occasional whiff of Mexican Laughing Tobacco.

For me, it was a magnet twenty years ago. Same for Lou, if just a dozen years ago.

Inside the RV is his mom, Doris. He has to keep track of her. She is on Everything Is Fine meds and has been for years. Mostly, she is not in the current reality, and off somewhere in her head. Lou takes care of her. She can be physically present but otherwise long gone, staring for hours at a time. Lou dresses her, but she can eat, walk, and talks once in a while.

Doris is known to start talking to people who are not present. And much more rarely, she wants to have sex with them. They are ghosts. Lou knows how to take care of it. She sleeps quite a bit. And she knows her son is gay.

When those two are together, which is most of the time, most eyes are on Louis. He missed his calling as a star of something, or a cowboy runway model. Has these boyish looks, the long curly blond mane of hair, and the bod that comes from hours of exercise most days. He will ride bulls.

The bulls will buck him off, eventually. His costume emphasizes his handsome looks, his stone-hard glutes, and that pouty expression that makes the ladies swoon and the men hard as a rock (some of us, anyway). He will perform doing hilarious tricks.

And so will I. I'll be riding AlfredGee, an Appaloosa I've trained with for three years. We'll do bareback stunts. The script that the announcer uses has the word "bareback" in it at key points. The crowd laughs and laughs as we go through our two routines. AlfredGee knows how to horse-laugh at key moments. It's a crowd pleaser.

When I first watched Lou ride bull, it was memorable. He was skinny as a rail back then. Ten seconds of ride and he got bucked high. His pants split right up his ass crack, stem to stern. That flash of his skinny pink buns bared to the breeze, this tiny pucker just-so, is forever burned into my brain. Bones me thinking about it. In a decade or so, he's become a total gym rat. Looks good on him.

I have some practice to do. It's hot. I'm shirtless, trying to hang on to my hat. AlfredGee is in a mood and the practice goes well. He gets frozen mango pieces. He will die for them. At the trailer, he's happy. He's watered, brushed and tied up. I stink.

There is a set of shower stalls on this site inside a maintenance building. I strip and step into one. The water is lukewarm and it feels great. I turn off the water and hear voices, a male and female one. That's not unusual; people are frisky around here.

I listen more closely. I know those voices. Louis and Doris. He's washing her. She's complaining about something, loudly. Uh oh. I dry off.

"Hey Lou-- it's Joe! You need any help?"

She yells something incomprehensible. She bursts out of the handicap shower stall, ripping open its curtain, naked with soap on her. She sees me and instantly stops.

"Hi Joe!" she says.

Lou gently pulls her back in the stall. She's having an episode. For fifty-five, she's not a bad lookin' woman, but I'm not here to perv.

I walk over.

Lou is rinsing the soap as her hands flail a bit. I close their curtain. Lou says, "Thanks, Joe."

I have fresh clothes and I get dressed. I see their pile down the way on a bench. Lou walks out with her. She sees me and waves again, smiling. She is dry; Lou is quietly frustrated. Lou helps her dress; her balance isn't so good. She looks around and around.

I watch his beautiful naked body as he dries. He looks over at me and gives me a bashful smile. OK. I'm perving on his physique. He knows that. Many do. We've been naked together before numerous times.

I'm dressed. She's dressed in a pullover thing. She looks and looks around. Lou quickly pulls on his clothes. He's beautiful even when he's dressed.

"Coming over later?" he asks.

"Yep. Can I bring anything?"

"A bucket of no-drama juice would be appreciated."

I nod. They shuffle off. Doris is carefully watching the ceiling as they do.

An hour later, I knock on their RV's door. Lou opens it. He smiles a bit. His clothes are gone, and he's in a posing thong. My instinct wants me to immediately press my face in that thong bulge. I walk up the steps inside and hear Doris snoring on one of the band bunks. The privacy curtain is closed. Lou and I hug for the longest time. I'm very aware of his thong pouch pressing my left pocket. I reach down and fondle it. I feel him relax a bit.

"We don't have much time...." he whispers.

We traipse quietly past the bunks into the back bedroom. He closes the door, all but an inch.

I kiss his pouty lips. He moans softly in my mouth, the pouch now jutting out like the bulls he rides. I know what's going to happen. We've done this before.

My boots and clothes are off in a flash. He will rub his body on my fur. He has none, shaving what little he has. I will feel his muscles and wank his dick gently as we make out. He's all tongue and puppy dog.

Then he lays back and props a pillow under his head. I will lay on top of this hunk backwards and suck his dick as he eats my ass. This is his favorite way to cum. I will edge him as his tongue swirls softly and pokes my hole. My fur is his favorite.

He has this low grunting moan that makes me leak as I suck his dick. I massage his uncut beauty in my throat, slowly. The longer I can keep him hard, the longer he will make out with my ass. His thick arms are around my haunches, squeezing them, pulling my cheeks apart, reveling in my fur. We can do this for a while.

But he's eager today and try as I may, I feel him winding up to blow. I dive my throat on him and push my ass back and he grunts. My throat feels his expansions and contractions as he jets his cum into my gullet. My nose is in his balls. I can do this for about a half minute until I need air. He pumps softly, groaning into my butt, snorting.

I feel him shrink and the palpitations have stopped. I rise to get some air. I suck his dick for whatever's left in the pipe as his tongue slows down. He squeezes the hell out of my pelvis. There's one more long lick. I jump off.

Louis looks at my erection and smiles with those pouty lips of his. Sexy fuck. He opens a drawer and pulls out some wanking lube and getting off the bed, makes my dick slippery with it.

My job is to stick my dick up his fur-free pink hole and breed him. Hard. Hard as I want. Brutal is best. I gaze at that perfect ass.

I'm ready for it and I rail that hole. It is so fucking tight! He just wants it. I fuck him hard and ruthlessly. His hole is there for my pleasure, and he always makes me know that. I am to cum, and cum hard, inside his hole. Fast. Doris might wake up. Please breed his hole. Let it go.

I pound that hole. Try as I might, I can't hold it back and I seed Louis. The instant he realizes it, his head goes up and he yells, "YES!!" As orgasms go, this is really good. My nuts are very happy. I'm a little light-headed. I step back. Lou's hole gapes and puckers for me, so fucking sexy. I want to dive back in there. Then I notice it.

Doris has stopped snoring. I dive in more time, then pull out of Lou and toss him his thong. He almost jumps into it and goes down the hall.

It's over. She's a little cranky. I hear him calm her as I dress.

With Lou, this is as good as it gets.

He fetches a fistful of assorted pills, counting them, and goes back in the RV, stopping to kiss me quickly.

I leave quietly.

The rodeo has a big happy crowd. There are drag queens doing rope tricks, and some really good riders. I have a blast. My two acts of fame get me lots of whoops and laughter, the applause and laughter my reward. AlfredGee is a happy man and loves the attention. He wants in the trailer and in the shade. Don't forget the frozen mango chunks.

I walk back to help Lou by watching Doris. She's all dressed up, even some makeup on. Lou is even more made up as he does his bull rides and the crowd loves him. I just gaze and lust after him. His act is pretty good and he clowns around. He lives for this.

Doris announces to me that she's too hot and starts disrobing. I do my best to convince her otherwise. It works. Lou finally walks over, shaking off his admirers. She puts her hand on his chest and says something incomprehensible. He smiles and nods. We go off for something to drink.

There's a group of cowgirl hoopsters, doing their spontaneous hula hooping. Doris stops us. She picks one up and starts to hula. Doris can do it really well. The cowgirls are enamored. We watch for the longest while. Three large ice teas later, we're back in the RV. Doris climbs into her bunk and closes the curtain. I hear two shoes drop. Then she snores again.

Like a stop watch, Louis and I strip. He's hard, I'm hard. I straddle him and we wank dicks together as we make out. It's so fucking hot. He's excited. I try and mount his dick, but he lifts me up and carries me back to the back bedroom.

More of the same ensues, except that he remembers not to yell and wake up Doris.

She slept all night.

We did not.