I'd been wandering the fair grounds for most of the morning, taking in the different knickknacks and assorted wonders set out in the booths and tables, when I saw him. A dusty pair of work boots stepped next to me and my eyes traced the slim blue jeans up to a rodeo belt and western shirt, all snugly holding in a trim, younger guy wearing a cowboy hat. I winked at him, more out of habit than anything, and I immediately got embarrassed and looked back down, suddenly very interested in the small porcelain figures on the vendor's table.
After a couple of moments, I moved away and got lost in the crowd, hoping I didn't out myself to the wrong guy. Several minutes passed, and I had all but forgotten about the exchange, when I stepped out of the port-a-john, rubbing the hand sanitizer into my hands. I almost hit him with the door, and he laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, friend." Glancing down at his crotch I saw the perfect outline of his cock running down his leg, the tight denim showing him off. I've always envied the "showers" of the world, thinking I'd also have a collection of the tightest pants on Earth if it meant I got to show off like that.
"I saw you back there," he said, thumbing his hand back to the booths. "Oh, yeah," I said. He leaned in close and said, "You got a nice ass, man!" I looked around to make sure we were alone and peeked down at his crotch, "That thing real?" He smiled and took my hand and placed it on it. I started breathing heavily and asked if he had a place we could go, as I ran my hand up and down the snake in his pants. He nodded to the port a john, and having just come out of there, holding my nose the whole time, I nodded "no" thinking that even I had some standards. He thought for a minute and said, "Okay, hang on, wait for me out here." With that, he stepped into the toilet and let the plastic door slam behind him. I heard him unzip and then the sound of his piss unloading, sounding like a horse. He finished up and pushed the door open with his foot, long enough to see me shake his long cock and stuff it back into his jeans.
"Follow me," he said. I followed him through a maze of booths and trailers, finally coming to a nondescript trailer set on cinder blocks. It had a sign for a construction company on the side of it. He took the ring of keys off his belt and unlocked it, opening the door, and letting us in. The inside was a sparse room with fake paneling, a tall desk filled with rolled up construction plans and a shorter desk at the end. The small windows filled the room with light, casting beams that caught the dust floating in the air.
He moved over to the desk and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking a slug from it and then handing it to me. I took a big gulp of it and enjoyed the burning sensation down my throat. He sat in the creaking swivel chair and unbuckled his big rodeo belt, the buckle clanking against the hard plastic arm of the chair. I sank to my knees in front of him and had to pull tight to unbutton his jeans and fly. He raised his ass up, and I peeled his tight jeans down to his ankles. His long, cut, cock sprang up, hard like only young guys get, with a pair of balls covered in light blonde hair. I licked his cock and started bobbing up and down on him as he started to moan under me. After a few minutes, he said, "Show me your ass." I stood up and turned around for him. He reached out and grabbed my cheeks, massaging me through my pants. His hands circled around my waist, and he unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs. We both shared an affinity for not wearing underwear, and he let out a low whistle as he rubbed my naked cheeks.
I heard him spit on his fingers and his moist digits pushed between my cheeks. "This okay?" he asked. My moan told him it was, and I kicked my shoes off and pulled my pants the rest of the way. He slid a finger inside and pushed my shirt up my back. I pulled it over my head and was left standing nude in this trailer with his finger in my backside. "You can fuck me if you want," I told him. "Cool," he responded and then pulled his finger out and started rummaging through the drawer. I looked back as he uncapped an old container of petroleum jelly and smeared it over his cock. Grabbing a large glob of it, he told me to bend over. I did it, spreading my cheeks for him as he worked the jelly into my ass, pushing two and then three fingers in.
He stood behind me and grabbed my hips, moving me over the desk where he pushed my feet apart and eased my chest down onto the worn wood top. I was thrusting my ass at him, needing him to fill me, and he lined up and pushed. His cock sank in, and I moaned at the incredible feeling of getting fucked. "Fuuuuuck," he moaned as he pushed in further. I squeezed him, and he cried out, "fucking tight!"
He was really good at this, especially for a younger guy, but I knew his patience was going to come to an end soon. I wanted to get fucked hard, and I told him that. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, and then rammed hard into me, causing me to see stars. "Fuck yeah!" I replied. With that he started to fuck me in long, hard strokes, causing my hips to bang against the side of the desk. I whimpered under him as he fucked me for several minutes. "Gonna cum soon," he said. I nodded and held on tighter to the desk as his thrusts intensified. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and held still, giving a low grunt, I felt his cock leap inside me, starting to shoot his load. "Oh, uh, uh, uh, fuck!, uh!" he grunted over and over as he finished.
"You cum?" he asked. I nodded that I didn't, and he said, "You can jerk off if you want," but he didn't move out of me. I reached down and started stroking my cock, which was pretty close to popping anyway. His hard cock stayed inside me, and he started to pump me, his cum now running down my leg. He held my shoulders as I yelped and shot a huge load all over the dusty floor under the desk. His hand brushed the tip, and he licked a glob of cum into his mouth as his fucking picked up speed. I was getting worn out and hoped he'd finish soon. Encouraging him, I told him to "fuck my ass with his big cock!" "Make me his bitch!" "Fill me up with cum!" This helped as he dumped a second load into me, grunting and stabbing the last inch all the way into my guts as he unloaded.
Eventually, his long cock snaked out of my, and I pulled my pants up. He offered me some tissues, but I told him I liked the feeling of his cum in me. He showed me the exit and I walked back to my car, a little bow-legged and filled with cum.