Take him

Jess lined his cock up and pressed into Dave's ass. To be honest, he was nowhere near ass tight as Ricki, but there was something to be said about being who he was and being with a partner of his choosing. Eventhough this was this was just a one time thing (probably) in a trailer with some okay looking guy he had just met, this was real.

The world seemed to think gay men were supposed to be soft, sissy faries who spoke with a lisp, but that wasn't who he was. Jess would rather pop a little blue pill and fuck Ricki than some gender fluid fruit in rainbow yoga pants. He wanted a real man, with jeans, boots and strong, rough hands. A man who worked with those hands doing manual labor, not a girlie handed interior decorator.

"Oh...yes," Dave moaned.

Jess rode the other man's ass long and hard. He had many years of pent-up sexual frustration he needed to get out, and Dave's asshole was taking it all. He didn't seem to mind as he kept moaning encouragements.

He lost all track of time, which he knew was dangerous. The rest of his team would be here soon, or someone could come looking for Dave, afterall, he had a rodeo to run. But in the heat of the moment he didn't care.

Just as he was about to cum, his phone lit up on the cofee table. Jess glanced at it to see Ricki's name pop up on the screen. His "girlfriend" was probably in some posh west coast hotel room relaxing before tonight's big show with no idea that he was in a dusty old trailer barebacking some random cowboy in the ass.

He felt a moment of guilt, but then he climaxed and he forgot all about his faux girlfriend. Jess pumped the promoter's ass full of cum until his balls were dry, than gently stepped back and let his cock slide out.

"I needed that," Dave said as he rolled over onto his side. Apparently he had as he had cum again while taking it up the ass, shooting his load on the couch. "I will clean that up, don't worry."

Jess pulled Dave to his feet and kissed him. With his eyes closed he breathed in the scent of the other man's cologne as their tongues wrestled. Slowly the regrets started to creep back in. Not because he'd just had his first decent fuck in god knew how long, but because he was taking such a big chance.

"You probably should get cleaned up," Dave said as he pulled away. "I'll take care of the mess and get outta here. We both have an image to maintain, right?"

"Right," Jess said. He scooped up his discarded clothes and headed for the shower.