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bucked left and the cowboy held on. He seemed to float in the air a few times and was really handling the bull with style, with his free arm raised above his shoulder. Charlie held his breath until he heard the buzzer announcing that the 8-second time was up. His cowboy had stayed on one of the worst bulls of the day, and performed perfectly.
    The cowboy bailed out; jumping off the bull and landing solidly on his feet, as the rodeo clown distracted the bull and jumped into a barrel for safety. The crowd’s cheers rose up as the announcer came on the loudspeaker, giving the cowboy a score of 91. That was the best score of this rodeo so far, Charlie thought to himself. He saw the cowboy look up at the crowd with a huge smile on his face and wave. He knew he had just won the $1,000 purse for Bull Riding that day. He had lucked out, getting that bull. The other cowboys wouldn’t be able to pull off a higher score.
    The cowboy walked to the side of the arena and climbed over the railing. He was congratulated by all the guys, slapped on the back and cheered. He looked back over his shoulder at where Charlie was standing, watching him.
    Charlie saw the look of fierce hunger in his eyes, and felt his cock strain against his jeans. The cowboy walked towards him slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time.
    “Let’s go grab a beer at the tent,” the cowboy said.
    Charlie simply nodded in response and turned to walk towards the tent, careful to walk far enough in front that they didn’t raise any suspicion, but also giving the cowboy a clear view of his shapely ass.
    When they got to the beer tent, Charlie bought a round and carried them back to where the cowboy was standing in the corner.
    “Cheers to your ride,” Charlie said.
    “Thanks,” the cowboy said gruffly.
    “You got a name I can call you?”
    “Name’s John.”
    “Well, it’s nice to meet you John. Where abouts are ya from?” asked Charlie.
    “I’m from Butte, Montana.”
    “How long ya been a rodeo cowboy?”
    “I haven’t been on the rodeo circuit for long, but my family’s ranch has been getting pretty rundown, so I thought I’d try to earn some extra cash.”
    “You certainly did that today,” Charlie said, as he leaned closer. He was dying to initiate more contact with John, but he didn’t want to push him too fast, so he tried to wait for John to make the move.
    “How bout you? You from around here?” John asked.
    “Ya, I live down the road there a little ways.”
    “Seems like a pretty quiet little town. Is there much to do around here?”
    “Not much to do, besides wait for the rodeo to come through each year,” Charlie replied.
    “You’re a fan, then, eh?”
    “Well, I find it’s a good place to meet people,” Charlie said, with a wink.
    John looked around the tent, hoping no one was close enough to overhear their conversation. This sort of thing was quite common on the rodeo circuit, but cowboys didn’t like to be completely public about it either.
    Charlie took a swig of beer, and let his tongue linger on the lip of the bottle. He was looking up and down the length of John’s body, imagining it pressed against him. He adjusted his stance to ease the pressure on his erection, and he saw John’s gaze drop to his crotch.
    “Do you know of someplace we could go, that’s a bit more private?” John asked.
    “I have a place in mind.”
    “Is it close? I don’t want to have to wait.”
    “It’s close,” Charlie replied, as he reached out and took John’s empty bottle, brushing his fingers against John’s hand.  
    He dropped the bottles on the bar, and walked out of the tent, knowing that John would be following at a distance. He walked towards the back of the grandstand bleachers. There were boarded walls up around the base of the bleachers, but Charlie knew of a gap in the boards. He slipped between the makeshift walls, underneath the bleachers. It was open above, under the benches, so there was enough light to see.