Westin pulled his four-wheeler to a stop in front of the rock quarry. The dust that billowed behind blew past, adding another layer of dirt to his sweating body. A pickup and paved roads would be preferable, but at fifteen, an ATV and ranch roads were his only choice.
Dismounting, he pulled off his helmet and placed it on the seat. As he stretched his tanned, athletic body, he noted the ATV next to his. His best friend, Trevor, was there. Two helmets suggested he'd brought his kid brother or a friend.
The water-filled quarry was the summer gathering place for the local ranch kids, a cool respite from the heat of the open country around it. On weekends, it was a boisterous, testosterone-laden scene, dominated by the older boys, and featuring loud music, beer, and marijuana. On a weekday like this, one was more likely to find a few younger kids enjoying a quieter environment.
Anxious to get out of the afternoon heat and into the water, Westin jogged down the short path to the swimming hole. The sound of giggling and laughter greeted him as he reached the wide rock ledge that bordered the pool. He recognized sixteen-year-old Trevor's adolescent voice. The female voice was most likely his girlfriend, Maria. They were out of sight, probably snogging on the more private part of the ledge around the corner.
Westin was disgusted. He could do without Maria. She was a pain in the ass, always clinging to Trevor and stroking his ego. And the fool ate it all up. Westin wished he and Trevor could spend more time together like they used to, but now it was always Maria, Maria, Maria.
Westin removed his cut-off Levi's and dove into the water to wash off the dirt. Climbing out, he noted the silence, and grinned. They'd probably heard him. He envisioned Trevor quickly pulling on his shorts and Maria putting her bikini top back on. He looked around the corner.
Naked, Maria was on her back on a beach towel. Also naked, Trevor lay between her legs, his head buried in her pussy. Whatever he was doing had put Maria into some other dimension. Moaning softly, she ran her fingers through his hair, urging him on. Westin was sure she'd have an orgasm, but suddenly she pulled Trevor off. He looked up at her.
"What's wrong, Honey Bunny?"
"I don't wanna cum that way."
He moved up and kissed her. "How do you wanna cum, Sweetie Pie?"
She kissed him back. "Like last time. You were so good, Big Boy."
Westin resisted the urge to throw up.
"Sure, Honey Bunch. Whatever you want."
Sliding his pole inside, Trevor realized he'd forgotten a condom. Oh, well, he'd just pull out.
Westin had seen enough. He slipped into the pool and swam across, observing on the way back that they were hard at it. Climbing out, he put on his shorts. Curiosity got the better of him. He took one last look around the corner. Trevor was being addressed as a deity.
"Harder!... Harder!... Yeah, like that!... Oh, Jesus!... Oh, God!... I'm gonna cum!"
Trevor was getting close too. Eager to satisfy Maria, he drove in hard again. It felt so good. He still had time to pull out. One more thrust should do it now. That felt even better. Maybe one more. It was a bridge too far. Maria's screams of ecstasy drowned out his gasp of dismay as he shot his sperm inside her.
************
Westin rode home lost in thought. He wished Trevor would screw him instead of Maria. They could have a lot of fun together. Trevor's thirteen-year-old brother messed around with guys. Westin knew because he'd sucked Danny's cock right where Trevor was screwing Maria.
Not paying attention, Westin nearly missed a corner, a mistake which would have put him into the irrigation ditch. He slowed down and focused on his driving.
Seeing Trevor naked always turned Westin on, and even though he wasn't straight, the sex he'd watched made him horny. Passing Trevor's parents' ranch, he pulled in and shut down the ATV. Maybe Danny was home. Maybe he'd like another blow job.
He knocked on the back door. Danny opened it with a grin, wearing only a jockstrap.
"Hey, Westy. Nice to see you. What's up?"
"I was at the swimming hole, and I thought I'd stop by." He checked Danny out. "Nice outfit. It shows off your hot body very well."
Danny laughed as he closed the door. "I'm bored, and I was getting ready to jack off."
Westin smiled. "Yeah, I know you like to do that in your jockstrap." He looked around. "Anybody else home?"
"Nope."
Westin put his arms around Danny and pulled him close. His hands kneaded Danny's bubble-butt and teased his pucker. "Maybe you'd like to do something else in that jockstrap."
"Like get sucked off?"
Westin grinned at him. "Yeah. That's what I had in mind."
He had something else in mind too, but it was less likely to happen.
Danny grinned back and grabbed Westin by the hand.
"That sounds hot! Come with me."
Dropping onto his bed, Danny pulled out his boner. Westin knelt between his legs.
"Toss me the K-Y that's on your nightstand."
Unbuttoning his cutoffs, Westin pulled out his boner and lubricated it. Then, as he stroked his own pole, he went down on Danny's.
Danny was horny as hell, and Westin wanted to get him off quickly. He wanted to get off too, even if he had to go home and finish it there. He slipped a couple of fingers into Danny's hole and probed inside as he worked magic with his lips and tongue.
Squirming with excitement, Danny lasted several minutes, longer than Westin expected, before blowing his load. Experienced with performing this service for his young buddy, Westin had no trouble swallowing it all.
Still stroking his pole, he leaned over Danny and kissed him again. Danny smiled up at him.
"Thanks, Westy. Did you get off too?"
"Not yet. I'll go home and jack off in the shower."
"I could jack you off, if you want me to."
"Maybe I could get off by rubbing my cock in your ass crack."
"Okay, if you want to."
"Roll over and get up on your knees. A little lower. Yeah, like that."
Westin moved close behind Danny and slid the bottom of his pole between the boy's ass cheeks. It felt as good as Westin had expected. Pulling back, he slid the top down between Danny's legs. That was good too. He alternated between the two. Danny was getting bored.
"Are you gonna cum pretty soon?"
"Yeah, pretty soon."
Westin changed his pattern. Each time he passed Danny's pucker, he pressed gently against it. Already loosened by his fingers, the hole grew larger with each pass. He pressed harder and the hole grew more rapidly. After a few more tries, he stopped and leaned forward. The tip of his pole slipped inside. Danny gasped with surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"Fuckin' you."
Since silence implied consent, Westin slowly slid his pole all the way in. It felt so good - so much better than jacking off.
Slowly, Westin began to move inside the younger boy. Danny leaned down on his forearms. Clutching at the bedding, he moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Westy. That's awesome."
It felt pretty awesome to Westin too. In fact, he'd never felt anything like it.
As his moans grew louder, Danny gripped the bedding more tightly and pushed back against the older boy's thrusts. Westin smiled. Danny liked it as much as he did.
Westin's sexual excitement grew rapidly. He was past the point of no return before he realized it. With a gasp of surprise, he blew his load. Slowly, he pulled out of his young buddy.
"That was amazing, Danny!"
Danny rolled over on his back and grinned up at the older boy.
"I thought so too. Can you do it again?"
"Give me about twenty minutes or so, and I'll be happy to."
************
Decker stepped out of the aging travel trailer that he shared with his brother, Woody, and stretched. His well-developed muscles spoke of long hours putting up and taking down carnival rides. Adding his dark good looks to his muscular form, and topping it off with a self-confident air, he was a genuine stud. The well-worn jeans and grease-stained muscle shirt he wore only served to emphasize the perfection of the body underneath.
He looked up at the sky. It was going to be a beautiful day, perfect for attracting lots of folks to the county fair. The carnival ran on a tight budget. They could use all the income they could get.
At sixteen, Decker was too young to legally do some of the tasks he performed. However, the carnival boss needed a couple more strong bodies, so when he hired Decker's eighteen-year-old brother, he took one look at Decker and offered him a job as well.
The job didn't pay well, but there were benefits. There was action to be found around the fairgrounds. It hadn't taken Decker long to pick out the likely candidates - the young teens who hung around the rides. Within a couple of weeks, he'd been getting laid at every stop. Finding a good fuck had become a game and an adventure. He'd struck out for two days in a row. Maybe today would be his lucky day.
Decker looked at the assignment sheet and smiled. He'd be working the loop-o-plane, a good attractant for teenage boys. The downside was that he might have to clean up a little barf, but it was all in a day's work. He'd be with his brother who would turn him loose about eight. That would allow time for fun and games before the fair shut down for the night.
Woody walked up behind him. "What are we working?"
"Loop-o-plane."
"Let's go start it up."
************
Westin hopped onto the four-wheeler behind Trevor.
"Let's go."
Trevor started the engine and headed for the fairgrounds. It was the third day of the four-day county fair. They'd skipped the first two, devoted to exhibit judging, as too boring. There was a livelier atmosphere on Friday and Saturday nights which they preferred.
Parking at the edge of the fairgrounds, the two boys spent the first hour roaming around, checking out the exhibits, and consuming junk food. Dusk was approaching as they wandered over to the rides. Trevor looked at the prices.
"This is getting more expensive every year. Now you gotta buy a wristband. It's too much."
"Let's look around and see what they have."
They ended up by the loop-o-plane. Westin stared at the young teen operating the ride. In his faded Levi's and tight muscle shirt, he was hot. Trevor noticed his buddy's interest and punched him in the arm.
"Don't stare. It isn't polite. Besides, people will think you're gay."
Westin turned red, more out of irritation than embarrassment.
"So what if I am? People gotta be what they are, not what others want them to be."
Trevor looked over quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean any offense."
"Don't worry about it. I just think people oughta be themselves."
The attendant turned and smiled at them.
"If you want a ride, I'm allowed to give a few free ones."
Westin smiled back. "Thanks, we'll take you up on that."
The boys climbed into the ride. Neither had been on a loop-o-plane for years, and both enjoyed every minute of it. By the time they finished, they were laughing and in a mood to have fun. The attendant was smiling.
"Did you have a good time?"
Trevor replied. "It was way cool! Thanks so much!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm Decker. And this is my brother, Woody, who got me this job."
"I'm Trevor, and this is my friend Westy."
Woody paused from his tasks to give them fist bumps. Decker continued.
"I just got off duty. This may sound silly, but when I finish my shift, I like to play on the bumper cars to unwind. Do you guys wanna join me? They'll let us all in for free."
Trevor and Westin looked at each other, and Westin replied. "Why not?"
The bumper cars were fun. Decker kept them laughing, and the attendant gave them extra time as a courtesy to a fellow carny. When they left, the three were buddies. They walked away with Decker in the middle, his hands on their shoulders, all of them talking animatedly.
Finding an empty bench near the edge of the fair, Decker suggested they sit down. Trevor and Westin listened with amusement as Decker described his experiences as a carny. It was surprising what some people would do at a county fair.
Westin stood up. "I gotta take a leak. I'll be back in five minutes."
************
There was a line for the porta-potty, so it was more like fifteen minutes. Westin wished he'd gone behind a tree instead. When he returned to the bench, Trevor and Decker were gone. He looked around in the growing darkness, and then spotted them disappearing into the nearby woods. Puzzled, he followed.
When Westin reached the woods, Trevor and Decker were nowhere to be seen. He stood in the shadows for a few minutes, thinking perhaps they'd gone further to relieve themselves and would be right back. When they didn't return, he continued slowly along the path.
He almost missed them, and when he saw them, his jaw dropped. In a secluded opening at the end of a short side path, the two naked boys stood facing each other. Trevor's hands roamed over Decker's muscular back, while Decker grasped Trevor's ass cheeks and toyed with his pucker. Decker looked boldly into Trevor's eyes.
"You know what I'm gonna do, don't you?"
"Yeah, you're gonna fuck me."
"Have you been fucked before?"
"Yeah, a couple of times."
Westin couldn't believe his ears. If Trevor had experienced gay sex, it was news to him.
Decker spread their clothing out as a makeshift blanket.
"Lie down on your back."
Trevor did as he'd been told. Having lubricated himself, Decker dropped to his knees between Trevor's legs. The local boy raised his knees and spread his legs apart as Decker moved in and guided his pole to its target. Trevor moaned plaintively as the carny penetrated him and slowly pushed all the way in. Leaning over, Decker rested on his forearms.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, Decker thrust his pole deep into Trevor. Looking up at the sky, Trevor appeared to be enduring rather than enjoying the experience.
The pounding continued for several minutes. Occasionally Decker would stop to readjust his position. Once, his pole slipped out, and he expertly reentered without using his hands. Then he began to drive in harder, twisting his head from side to side.
"Fuckin' A!"
"Are you gonna cum now?"
"Fuck, yeah!"
Crying out with excitement, Decker slammed his pole in balls-deep. Three more times he drove in hard, flooding Trevor with his sperm. Exhausted, he dropped on top of his playmate, then pulled out and sat back on his heels.
"That was so fuckin' hot. Wanna do it again in a while?"
Trevor leaned up on his elbows and smiled weakly.
"Yeah, if you want to."
Not wishing to be detected, Westin quietly slipped away.
************
Sitting on the bench, Westin thought about what he'd seen. It seemed Trevor was telling the truth about being experienced. But with whom? His brother Danny? Westin dismissed that immediately. He knew them both too well, and you didn't do that in a small community and get away with it.
But why do it with Decker? The answer came immediately. Decker would be gone in two days. Having casual sex with Decker could easily be kept secret.
Then he figured out the rest. Trevor had returned from wrestling camp the summer before strangely subdued. It hadn't lasted long, but Westin noticed. That was probably Trevor's first time, another situation where he could keep it secret.
So was Trevor a closet gay? Given his lack of enthusiasm, perhaps he had some other compulsion or need that Westin didn't understand.
Westin stood up. Right now, the best thing would be to sit on Trevor's four-wheeler until he showed up. He headed in that direction.
************
"So, where did you and Decker disappear to? When I came back, you were gone. I waited here knowing you'd show up eventually."
Out of breath from running, Trevor paused before replying.
"Sorry about that. Decker took me around and showed me how the carnival works. It's complicated. I didn't realize how late it was until they started closing up."
Westin stood up. "No problem. I sat here and watched people. That's always entertaining."
Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. "I wouldn't wanna do anything to screw up our friendship."
"Don't worry. You haven't."
Trevor climbed on the ATV and started it. Westin got behind him and they headed towards home. When they arrived at Westin's place, Trevor turned off the engine.
"The carnival workers are having a party tomorrow night. Decker invited us to join him."
"Okay, thanks for telling me. That'd be a late night for me. I'll check with Mom."
Trevor paused briefly. "I gotta check too. I may not stay even if Mom approves it. I'm not sure it's a good idea. Maybe both of us oughta drive in."
"Sure. That makes sense. Stop by and I'll follow you. See you tomorrow."
************
Decker smiled as he crawled into bed. Trevor was good fuck, but his goal was to screw Westy. He was sure the boy was a virgin, and a hot blond virgin besides. It was Westy who showed interest in him. If he could get the boy alone, seducing him would be child's play.
************
The sun was still below the horizon when Westin awoke. Lying on top of his bed with his hands behind his head, he considered the previous day. It had been an intense one, full of surprises about himself as well as others.
He'd have to be careful not to reveal Trevor's secrets, or even let on he knew. Trevor seemed dependent on his heterosexual image. Whatever was motivating him, he'd have to work it out himself. Westin could support but not lead him.
Then there was Decker, the hot carny hunk. Westin had long hoped Trevor would take his virginity. He wasn't going to wait any longer. He wanted Decker to do it. He thought for a few minutes. He had a plan to make that happen.
The conversation with Trevor about the party bothered him. The delivery seemed strained, as though Trevor was sharing the information reluctantly and didn't want him to go. Was he trying to keep Decker to himself? Or was he afraid Decker might reveal what they'd done? If Westin could get permission to stay late, he'd go. Trevor would have to make his own decision.
He'd screwed Danny twice yesterday and, at the younger boy's request, wore the jockstrap the second time. Afterwards, Danny gave him the jockstrap, in exchange for Westin's cutoffs, as a memento of their mutual first time. Westin smiled as his gaze drifted downward. He was still wearing Danny's jockstrap, and its gentle pressure against his body was a constant boner-inducing reminder of its significance.
A four-wheeler pulling into the driveway interrupted Westin's reverie. Muted footsteps sounded in the basement hallway. His bedroom door quietly opened and closed. Silence followed, broken only by the sound of soft breathing. As Westin leaned up on his elbows to look, a broad smile grew on his face.
With a forefinger raised to his lips, Danny stood in the semi-darkness wearing nothing but Westin's cutoffs and a grin. By the time he playfully pounced on Westin, the cutoffs were gone. His grin remained through several minutes of play-wrestling and stifled laughter, and he was still wearing it when Westin silently skewered him and filled him with sperm.
************
"Hi, sleepyhead. Did you have fun at the fair?"
Westin smiled happily as he grabbed some orange juice, cold cereal, and milk.
"Yeah, we did. We spent some time with one of the carnival workers, a year older than me. He's a really nice guy. I like him a lot. I hope I can get to know him better when Trevor and I go back tonight. And while I think about it, the carnival workers are having a party after closing tonight. Decker invited us to join him."
His mother frowned. "How does it happen that a boy that young is working for a carnival?"
"His brother works for them, and he got Decker the job."
"Decker is an unusual name."
"I think it's a cool name for a very cool guy, so I looked it up online. It's an old English name. Westin isn't very common either. Maybe his mom wanted an unusual name for her boy, like you did."
There was a long silence while his mother looked out the window, reflecting.
"When I was a girl, there was a lot of prejudice against carnival workers. And gypsies. They were all grouped together as untrustworthy and dangerous. I never knew any carnies, but I did get to know the gypsies. Dad let them camp in a corner of our ranch. They were great people when you got to know them, which I did, without my mother's knowledge. She was sure they were going to steal me."
She paused again to consider what she wanted to say, and then took Westin's hand.
"I had a lot of fun at the gypsy camps, and I learned a lot - things that would have horrified my mother had she known. But I profited from the experience." She smiled at Westin and squeezed his hand. "Have fun with Decker. There's no curfew tonight."
Westin squeezed back. "Thanks, Mom."
She had more to say. "If you want to bring him home, you can do that too. Try not to wake me up if I'm sleeping."
Westin did his best not to look surprised. There were no limitations on having his friends stay overnight, but suggesting he come home with a boy she'd never met was new.
"Okay, I'll do that if it works out. Thanks again, Mom. I appreciate it."
************
Trevor turned off the ranch road into Westin's back yard and shut down his ATV. He watched as Westin gave his mother a goodbye kiss at the back door. As Westin walked towards his four-wheeler, Trevor took off his helmet, an amused look on his face.
"You're going to the fair dressed like that? I know you don't like to wear a shirt, but cut-off Levi's with the top button missing and nothing else? Are you trying to get laid? My mom would have a shit fit if I left the house looking like that."
Westin paused by his ATV and took a deep breath. "Please note, the cutoffs are clean. And so what if I'm trying to get laid? You're always telling me I'm overdue."
"But what you're wearing looks gay."
"And what's wrong with that? If you wanna pretend you don't know me, fine. But, like it or not, this is what I'm gonna wear. And for the record, Mom checked me out, said I looked great, and told me to have a good time."
It was hard to make Westin angry, but Trevor knew from experience he'd pushed too many buttons at once. He backed off quickly.
"I'm sorry, buddy. I was just giving you some friendly shit."
Westin climbed on his four-wheeler. "Let's drop it and go to the fair."
Westin was wearing one more item he hadn't mentioned to Trevor. His butt plug, designed to stimulate his prostate, was a hand-me-down from his friend, Ryder, who had moved on to the vibrating version.
The plug did its job well, making him feel like he was constantly halfway to a climax, and when he masturbated, his orgasms were much stronger. Riding the four-wheeler increased the stimulation. He wondered if he'd cream his shorts on the way. It had happened before.
The fair was even more fun than the night before. They bought the ride wristbands this time, and then joined up with a group of friends, all of whom gave Westin shit for what he was wearing. Westin simply smiled and gave them a friendly finger.
As the evening progressed and the rides lost their appeal, the group split up. Westin set out alone, enjoying the stimulation his butt plug gave him as he walked. He got a lot of glances from other fairgoers, ranging from interest to jealousy to derision. Soon, he could look at people approaching and guess by their age, gender, and attire what their reaction would be.
As eight o'clock approached, he went to look for Decker, and located him operating the merry-go-round with Woody. He waved at Woody and gave Decker a fist bump.
"Hey, Decker. What's up?"
Decker quickly checked him out.
"My dick's up. You look hotter than hell. I'd say you wanna get fucked."
Westin gave him a bold grin. "I'd say you're right. Do you wanna provide that service?"
Decker laughed. "I like your style and your attitude. Yeah, I'd fuck you in a heartbeat." He paused, and then continued. "We're gonna shut down in fifteen minutes. The party starts when everything is locked up for the night. We can hang out until then. Are you staying?"
"Yeah, I'm staying. I don't know about Trevor yet. I gotta check with him before the fair closes."
While he waited, Westin checked himself out in the merry-go-round mirrors. Now that he'd walked around for a while, his shorts had dropped a half-inch or so. That he was freeballing was crystal clear, and that his hair color was natural was confirmed by a wisp of blond pubes where the missing button should be.
He eased his shorts down a half-inch further. That was even better, without being too obvious. Flexing his muscles, he smiled at the smooth hard body reflected in the mirrors. He was a stud, and Decker was right - he looked like he wanted to get fucked.
Standing behind him, a Hispanic boy a couple of years older watched with a smile. A wave of embarrassment passed over Westin and was gone as fast as it came. Why shouldn't he check himself out in the mirror? Turning around, he smiled at the boy.
"Like what you see?"
The boy smiled back as he checked Westin out.
"Sí, amigo. muy guapo!" He held out his hand. "Soy Mateo."
Westin's high-school Spanish was being put to the test. So far, he was equal to the task
"Soy Westy."
Mateo moved closer and spoke quietly. "Quieres una mamada, Westy?"
Thanks to last year's foreign exchange student, Westy knew he was being offered a blow job.
"Sí amigo. Dónde quieres hacerlo?"
"Sígueme."
Obviously familiar with the fairgrounds, Mateo led Westin into the darkness behind the horse barn. Turning around he pulled Westin closer, running his hands over the boy's chest.
"Estás muy guapo, amigo."
Westin put his hand under Mateo's shirt and caressed the six-pack he found there.
"Tú también, amigo."
Mateo's hands moved to the front of Westin's cutoffs. Quickly unfastening the remaining buttons he dropped to his knees and pulled out the pole he found. He looked at it lovingly for a few seconds before going down on it.
Westin gasped with surprise. So this was what it felt like when he gave Danny a blow job. He put an encouraging hand on Mateo's head.
Reaching between Westin's legs, Mateo discovered the t-handle connected to the butt plug. Twisting and pulling, he added prostate stimulation to what he was already doing. Growing weak in the knees, Westin shifted his hands to Mateo's shoulders.
Clearly experienced, Mateo knew how to get the job done quickly. In less than a minute, Westin was at the edge. As he began to cum, his muscles contracted around the plug, increasing the stimulation Mateo was providing. His knees buckled under him, and he quickly leaned against the wall behind him. Moaning with excitement, he blasted his sperm down Mateo's throat.
Mateo stood up and smiled at him. "Muy agradable, amigo. Quiero follarte. Quizás mas tarde?"
Westin paused briefly - his Spanish knowledge was being stretched. Then he smiled. Mateo wanted to fuck him, maybe later.
"Si. Quizás mas tarde."
Before Westin could say anything more, Mateo disappeared into the darkness.
Westin fastened his shorts. It all happened so quickly, it seemed like a dream, but the jizz that still leaked out and ran down his leg made it real. It was fun talking with the guy in his own language, and surprising how much could be exchanged with only a few words.
Returning to the merry-go-round, Westin found a bench and sat down, watching Decker work while he waited for Trevor. Decker was worth watching, no matter what he was doing.
Westin got to his feet as Trevor approached. His friend stood quietly beside him for a moment, looking into the distance.
"I'm going home. How about you?"
"I'm gonna stay."
Trevor was silent for a moment. "Decker's gonna fuck you, Westy."
Westin looked directly at his friend. "I know. I want him to."
Trevor squeezed Westin's shoulder briefly, looking at his friend as if seeing him in a new light.
"Have fun with Decker."
"That's exactly what Mom said."
A quick smile crossed Trevor's face.
"Moms and best friends know."
When Decker and Woody finished shutting down the merry-go-round, they sat down beside Westin. Woody put his hand companionably on the younger boy's shoulder.
"Decker and I are both happy you're staying, Westy. What about Trevor?"
"He's going home."
"Then we'll party without him."
************
The party was being held in the group picnic area of the adjacent city park. Westin walked over with Decker and Woody. They sat at a picnic table and talked as the rest of the crew wandered over, one or two at a time. The crew was all male, and mostly under thirty. When you had them all together in one place, they created a group of hot young guys.
One table was covered with take-out food, soft drinks, and beer. Decker handed Westin a beer.
"Enjoy. We're both underage, so we can get arrested together."
Decker introduced Westin to a few of the guys, many of whom he'd seen working at the fair. When they stopped near a small group of boys talking animatedly in Spanish, Westin smiled.
"I know one of these guys." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hola Mateo. Cómo estás?"
Mateo turned around with a grin. "Amigo caliente!"
Westin smiled. "Quienes son tus amigos?"
Mateo made the introductions. "Mis compañeros, Carlos y Felipe. Amigos, este es Westy, el chico del que te hablé."
Westy exchanged fist bumps with the boys. Decker was puzzled.
"How do you know Mateo?"
"He gave me a blow job while I was waiting for you."
Decker laughed. "I'm not surprised. And don't let them fool you. They all work the rides like I do. They speak perfectly good English when they want to."
"Well, I'll talk to them in Spanish. That way you don't know what we're saying."
Mateo and his friends grinned at the exchange. Westin returned his attention to Mateo.
"Quizás podamos follar más tarde."
The three boys laughed, and Mateo replied.
"Ciertamente, amigo caliente. Hasta luego."
"Hasta luego, amigo."
Westin and Decker grabbed some salad and a couple slices of pizza each, and sat down opposite each other at an empty table. They ate for a minute or two before Decker spoke.
"Don't get me wrong, but I'm glad Trevor went home. He's a fun guy, but I wanna spend time alone with you."
Westin looked up from his food. "I want the same thing. Am I being selfish?"
Decker smiled. "No. Trevor had his turn yesterday."
They ate in companionable silence. When they were finished, Decker looked up at Westin.
"Are you serious about wanting to get fucked?"
"Yeah, I am."
"Tell me about your sexual experience."
"I've given Trevor's younger brother, Danny, a few blow jobs, and then yesterday I fucked him. That was his first time, and my first time on top."
"And you want me to fuck you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Decker went to his trailer. Returning with a blanket, a container of lube, and a hand towel, he found Westin standing by the picnic table, his cutoffs tossed onto the bench. Hands behind his head, Westin was stretching his upper body - loosening his muscles and relaxing. Decker checked him out.
"Getting ready? You're even hotter naked."
Westin smiled. "Thanks."
"Grab your shorts and come with me."
Westin followed Decker to a grassy alcove in the woods, only a short distance from the picnic area, and watched as he spread out the blanket on the grass.
"We're gonna do it this close to the party?"
Decker grinned. "I'm the entertainment committee, and you're the entertainment."
Westin didn't mind being the entertainment - in fact he liked the idea. But the plug had to come out before the entertainment started. He decided to be straightforward about it.
"I'm wearing a butt plug that I gotta take out before we start."
Decker didn't bat an eye. "Leave it in. I'll pull it out when I'm ready to fuck you."
