[FM] My weekend as a buckle bunny. Pt 1

I grew up in a small town where the claim to fame was a rodeo held each summer. For that one weekend, the population increases fourfold as cowboys, Native Americans, and families from all over the area bring their campers and RV’s to party and take in the spectacle.

One of my first jobs was at a restaurant located just outside the campground that surrounds the rodeo arena. It was easily our busiest weekend and during those moments where we had a lull, we had to clean and prep for the next wave of customers. It was at the tail end on a busy time when a couple of cowboys came up to my register. The first one was more interested in getting food than anything else and placed his order while staring at the menu. The second was only looking at me. He was a big, barrel-chested guy. Ruggedly handsome with a face that had been weathered by the sun and wind and making him look several years older than he probably was.

“I know this sounds corny, but you are the cutest girl I’ve ever seen.” A line as worn as his features, but he knew to deliver it with a smile and confidence to make it seem believable.

“Has that line ever worked? Ever?” I shot back at him. The thing about rodeo weekend is that every girl from age 12 on up get hit on at least 5 times a day and we learn how to deflect early. “What would you like to order?”

“Honestly, it’s the first time I’ve ever said it, and I hope it works well enough to find out what time you get off because I’d love to take you to bed and show you time you’ll never forget.” The brazenness of his reply caught me off-guard and I could feel myself turning red. He quickly followed up with his order and paid. I was so stunned that I could only give him a courtesy reply in response. As they walked to their table, his friend said to him “Keith, you’re such an asshole.”

Time to clean. I went back in the kitchen to grab the broom, mop and spray cleaner. Though the bathrooms were small and had only 1 toilet and sink, on rodeo weekend they got really messy real quick. As I finished up the men’s room, Keith came walking in.

“There you are! I was afraid I’d run you off before I had a chance to find out when you got off work.”

“Haha. I just cleaned in there to make sure you aim, please.” OK, he was handsome and I was kinda flattered by his directness.

“Hmmm. Maybe you should come in with me and help me out. Otherwise, no guarantees.” He was enjoying this. I gave him a devilish smile and walked in behind him. Hell, I was always curious to know what a cock felt like when it was peeing, may as well find out now the opportunity presented itself. “No way. Really?” he asked. I closed the door and only gave him a look that said “Well, are you going to do this or not?”

He unzipped and pulled his jeans down. I must have intimidated him because what I saw was a poor, little guy sitting atop the biggest set of balls I’d seen up to that point. I moved in close and reached in. I gave it a couple of gentle squeezes and it responded instantly, quickly doubling in size but still quite flaccid. I aimed it towards the bowl and soon felt the pee running like a small stream on the underside of his still growing cock. It was kinda weird, but kinda cool, too. I gave it a shake, but didn’t let go. I turned him towards me, dropped to my knees and put him in my mouth. Rolling my tongue along the underside and gently sucking, I kept him in, feeling him grow until just before he hit my gag reflex.

I stood up, smiled at him and told him I get off work at 7. He fell back against the wall, not quite believing what just happened.
“You’re just going to leave me like this?” he asked. I turned and opened the door. “8:20! Meet me at the south-east gate. My event finishes around that time. There’ll be a sign that says “participant entrance.”

“See you then, Keith,” I said as I closed the door and disappeared into the kitchen where I stayed until they had left.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6s8dcu/fm_my_weekend_as_a_buckle_bunny_pt_1