Free Rodeo Secrets by Ursula Istrati Page B

Charlie walked in a ways, and turned to watch as John climbed through the gap.
    “How cozy,” John said as he chuckled, looking around at the framework of the bleachers. He ducked his head under a beam, as he walked towards Charlie.
    John let the rush of his win today take over, now that he was out of view of the crowd. He felt the adrenaline coursing through his body still. He stalked closer to Charlie, with a hungry predatory expression on his face.
    “We have to be quick, people don’t usually come down here, but they might,” Charlie said.
    Charlie was leaning against a support post, watching John stalk towards him. He felt like an animal caged in a pen, being appraised like a prize piece of meat. And he loved it. He knew John could see the bulge in his jeans, and he pressed his hand against it, rubbing against his cock as John watched.
    As John reached Charlie, he grabbed him roughly and took his mouth in his, forcing his tongue into Charlie’s hot mouth. The kiss was hard and unforgiving. When Charlie moaned, John bit his lower lip.
    Charlie pushed him back aggressively, and he saw the passion rise in John’s eyes. Charlie looked down at his erection showing through his jeans, and then looked back up at John. He reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt.
    “I want you to watch,” Charlie said.
    They could hear the crowd cheering above them in the bleachers, and the thrill of the audience added to their own excitement. They knew they could be discovered at any moment, all someone had to do was look down under the bleacher seats and they’d be found out.
    Charlie took off his shirt, and John was suddenly upon him again. He couldn’t keep his hands off his lean muscular body. Charlie’s muscles rippled at his touch, and Charlie shivered in pleasure. John forced his mouth against Charlie’s, grasping his body tightly against his. He laced his fingers through Charlie’s hair and pulled his head back, away from his kiss.
    “Suck my cock,” John ordered, as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out. He was hard and erect, as he pushed Charlie down to his knees.
    Charlie eagerly complied, taking his throbbing shaft into his mouth, as deep as he could. He felt the head of his cock press the back of his throat and he gagged. He had his hands on John’s hips, as John thrust back and forth. Charlie could taste his dried sweat, mixed with the beads of moisture seeping out of his cock. His tongue circled the ridge around the head. He moved one hand to the base of the shaft, gripping it tightly, sliding his hand up and down.
    Charlie relished the taste of the cock in his mouth. He loved how hard it was, and how it filled his mouth. It was so arousing to him, the thought of his hard bodied cowboy, a real manly man, fucking his mouth.
    John bit back a moan. He couldn’t afford to make too much noise, in case someone above them heard. He still had an image to uphold.
    Charlie pulled John’s cock out of his mouth, and dipped his head lower, running his tongue along the seam between his testicles. He took one testicle in his mouth and sucked gently, as he massaged the other, and then slid one finger back along the soft fleshy area behind the testes. He licked and kissed along the length of John’s shaft, sliding his tongue around the head, drawing out the pleasure.
    John gasped as Charlie sucked his whole cock back into his mouth. He bucked his hips, thrusting himself deeper down Charlie’s throat, gripping his hair and holding his head firmly in place.
    John yanked Charlie’s head back roughly, and pulled him up to his feet. He started unbuttoning Charlie’s jeans, and pushed them down to the ground, exposing Charlie’s erection. He lightly brushed his fingers across Charlie’s arousal, sending shivers through him.
    “I want you,” Charlie whispered breathlessly, with his body tensed in anticipation of the next touch.
    John thrust his tongue into Charlie’s mouth, in a deep kiss, as he rubbed his hands