Fucked at the Rodeo - Part Two

So, having been attacked on my way to the rodeo (not that I'm complaining), I finally found myself at the entrance to the arena.

My unbuttoned red blue and white checked shirt was filthy with cum and dust, my sleeves rolled up high and my collar up to keep the hot sun from burning my neck. I tied my shirt at the front in a not causing it to gape open to show off my neck chain and my nipples. My filthy Levis had a hole in the ass and in the knees and they were covered in dust and cum, and I wore no underpants in case I got lucky. No hat so you could see my shaved head and my Doc Marten boots gave me the skinhead cowboy look. I felt good. And horny.

It was clear I had arrived too early. The gates were closed and a sign gave the time of opening as two hours away yet. Fuck, what should I do?

I strolled around the perimeter fence until I found a small gate that was unlocked, and slipped through. It had brought me to the cattle holding pens where I could see a dozen or so longhorns lying around and passing the time bellowing and swinging their heads to and fro, waiting to be called into the arena for their daily exercise. Another pen contained several horses and two cowboys at the far side were fussing over one of their 'hosses'. I kept a low profile and sidled past. I could see ahead some staging, a tiered seating arrangement for the public to watch the show. As I approached I noticed I could easily slip unnoticed under the stand and view the area from under the seating while remaining hidden from view.

I looked across the main arena and could see a marquee erected behind the hot dog stalls and souvenir stand. I could hear whoops and cheers from that direction so curiosity got the better of me and I decided to stealthily make my way over and take a look to see what was happening. I passed a tent where a sign indicated it is the bar, and peered through a gap to see into the marquee.

It was a bucking bronco. A fucking bucking bronco! As a cowboy rode the spinning lurching machine other cowboys stood cheering him on and jeered as he was thrown. Another cowboy then took his place and the game resumed while the onlookers waited for their turn.

Some of the cowboys were bare chested, the others wore their shirts wide open in the heat, and the display of six packs and hairy chests aroused my interest. As the next rider fell a big man in a red and black plaid shirt and jeans took his turn. Starting slowly at first as the speed gradually increased, his rippled chest and bulging biceps demanded attention as he held on to his hat and whooped as he was hurled around. He kept going much longer than the others but even he was eventually thrown. As he got up off the mat to rejoin his mates another took his place. I noticed a cowboy with an open black shirt had been standing behind him rubbing his crotch while the big fella took his turn, and now the big guy left through the back of the marquee and the man in black followed him.

I had been getting a real hard on watching this display and decided now would be a good time to head back to that bar and get myself a drink to cool off. So I slipped away unseen and went to look for the bar. When I arrived it was not yet open and the tent was empty inside. However, I could hear a familiar guttural sound coming from behind the tent. Obviously I wanted to take a look so I peered carefully around the edge of the canvas.

I was delighted to see the cowboy in the black shirt sucking the cock of the big guy in the red and black checked shirt. They both wore faded Levis with their cocks standing up out of their open flies. I envied the guy sucking that lovely cock and I soon had my own cock out and was caressing it as I watched.

Suddenly the big guy turned around. 'What the... Fuck who's that?' he uttered. The guy in black looked up from his duty and saw me.

'A fucking peeping Tom' he cursed as I tried to shove my huge cock, now at full size into my tight unhelping jeans. They were on me. Grabbed by my shirt I was unable to move, and secretly not wanting to. These guys were HOT. Fuck me. And they did.

'What's that fucking gorgeous cock doing out of your jeans?' Drawled the sexy guy in black, and he grabbed it with his hand. He bent down to start sucking me when he was pulled away by the bigger man. 'Fuck off, I saw him first' he grunted and bent down to take my willing cock in his mouth.

The other guy looked dejected but as he stepped back and looked me over he saw the hole in the ass of my jeans. 'Fuck me, there's a glory hole' he uttered, and swung behind me to slide his furious cock into my ass.

Fuck me! I was being blown by this tough horny cowboy while his mate fucked me in the ass! I was in heaven as they sucked and fucked. Then the guy sucking me off turned and lowered his jeans, bending over so I could fuck him. I moved forward to take up the position, causing the guy fucking me to slip out and curse. 'Fuck you, fag' he cursed, and followed me to shove his boner into me again as I entered the horny cowboy thug I had fallen in love with.

I fucked and fucked and fucked while the big man in front of me groaned in pleasure. I had my hands inside his open shirt and was pinching his nipples and I punched him in the head as I fucked him. He moaned in pleasure and I also grabbed his cock and worked it as I fucked him. I hardly noticed the guy in my own ass fucking me frantically and pinching my own tits as he thrust away, until he cried out and came inside me and immediately pulled out. I could feel his jizz inside me, leaking from my ass and creeping down my leg. I felt dirty. Filthy dirty, and it made me even harder, and I climaxed inside the big guy. But I stayed hard and I kept fucking him as I rubbed his cock until he too came with a loud cry. He shuddered and fell, causing my enormous cock to slip out of his stretched ass hole.

The other guy was there to take my cock, greedily slurping as he sucked the prize he had been after. I grabbed him by the upturned collar of his sexy black shirt and fucked his fag face. The big guy got up, turned around, and seeing his lover with my cock in his mouth immediately mounted him from behind. Fuck me! Fuck me! We were all swearing and begging for cock. I shot my load into his face and it spurted onto his filthy black shirt, glistening white in the sun. He swallowed and licked his face clean and lifted his shirt to lick that too. Then he turned me around and pushed me forwards so he could shove his own cock which was now hard again, back into my ass. So now he was the middle man like I had been before, fucking ass while being fucked. He held on tight to my shirt as he fucked me from behind, throwing the odd punch to my shaved head and threatening me to show me who's boss, to teach me a lesson. I was just his skinhead slut.

The big guy came with a roar, the guy in black came with a grunt, while pulling on my cock, and I came again spilling my seed on my jeans and the boots of the guy doing me. Some blood had trickled from my nose into my mouth and it tasted good. All our clothes were filthy with the dust and the cum. My shirt was ripped now, cummed on and bloody but still tied in a not in front. I was such a dirty slut, and so were they, the horny fucking bastards.

We were just changing positions to start again when music blared from the loudspeaker to announce the opening of the evenings entertainment.

'Shit, we gotta get ready for showtime' groaned the big guy.
'Right, you can get out there and watch the show, but be back here an hour after it ends. I wanna finish you later, and so does Jack. We'll bring some mates. If you ain't here we'll come looking for ya, and if we do that then we are gonna have to rough you up a bit first when we git ya. We'll punch your fucking head in and gang raape ya til ya can't stand up again, let alone walk.'

I liked the sound of that so I decided I would wait for them to find me under the tiered seating. Let them do whatever they want to me.

Then there would be the boys waiting for me outside.