Wyatt was showing off.
But he didn’t have to. John was already rapidly falling without a parachute, if not already dead on the ground by the impact Wyatt had on him.
Wyatt’s hips began rotating and flowing in the slow start of the beast he rode, his muscular body melding and moving seamlessly, effortlessly. The slow pace of the bull matched the song’s beat. Wyatt’s strong thighs gripped the bull more tightly and the bull began to slowly buck back and forth, the crowd crying out in elated cheers and whistles. John’s cock jerked to life, and thank fuck he was standing next to the padded barrier, because he was getting harder by the second.
Jin waved to the digital projector screen behind him and hit the buzzer to begin the donation pool, using a QR code and a link.
“Tell this cowboy how goooood he is,” Jin drawled into the microphone. “And donate your cute little asses off for this hunky bull ridin’ man!”
John watched in amazement as a flurry of numbers began to rotate on the screen, the pride banner flying in the background and the name of the charity organization in bold letters at the top:Keep Art Gay! Support LGBTQIA+!
People beside John were fanning themselves with their snap fans, while others danced provocatively to the song's hard beat, all watching Wyatt. Whistles, cheers, catcalls, and money. It wasn’t a charity ride—it was a strip show. He raked his fingers through his hair, wringing the back of his neck and shaking his head.He hoped to God that Wyatt didn’t take any more of his clothes off, or John would have to tackle him off that bull.
He pulled out his phone, snapped the QR code, and added funds to the donation pool. Once he finished, hand still clutching the phone, he decided to give in to temptation and take a video of his cowboy, grinding into the bull in a way he could feel all the way down to his toes.
The song's tempo quickened, and the bull did too, which Wyatt anticipated, angling his hips up and down, matching the sway and buck of the mechanical bull. He lifted his hand high into the air and sat back, showing off his entire body in a way that made John’s mouth dry.
The money poured in, and so did the cheering.
It was incredible.
He’d never seen anything like it.
Wyatt's grin fell into a sexy, furrowed concentration as the bull picked up speed again, and he continued to ride with one hand, thighs straining against the bucking bull. John was beginning to sweat, feeling the telling tingle between his own legs and imagining his cowboy riding him later.
He watched the primal display of his hard abdominal muscles rolling and tensing, his bicep flexing and arm tightening on the reins, his hat low and ass tight in his jeans.
“Sweet baby Yellowstone,” Jin cooed into the microphone. “I think this cowboy likes to put on a show. But you know what he likes a hell of a lot more—praise. Give this boy some love, honey.”
John tucked his phone away and listened to the outpouring of love from the crowd. Some were saying the most sexual, outlandish things, which weren't surprising, nor were they offensive, simply adding to the sexual drama of the show.
“Our cowboy Wyatt is spoken for this evening, ladies and loves,” Jin announced.
The crowd moaned, and some applauded.
“A certain Zaddy whose praise this cowboy loves.”
John gaped and the spotlight swung onto him, illuminating him on the spot, and the crowd went wild. He wanted to duck and run, but he was pinned against the wall, people oohing and aahing all around him.
“Tells us, Zaddy,” Jin said, his voice only a subtle drawl, yet everyone in the audience heard him over the PA speakers and music. “Is your cowboy doin’ a good job?”
John nodded, breathing hard, trying not to feel embarrassed, knowing he was literally surrounded by people who understood and celebrated them.
“He is for us, too,” Jin remarked drily. “We are all envious of you two love boats! Look at y’all, for fuck’s sake. This would be a rom-com we would all pay money to watch! We love a bearded daddy with his cute cowboy.”
John scrubbed a hand through his beard, fighting back the telling blushes, yet his gaze was locked with Wyatt's, and his focused attention was heightened as the song peaked, coming to an end. The bull bucked wildly now, trying to throw him off. The crowd roared, encouraging him to stay on.
John joined in, clapping and hollering for Wyatt.
The song slowed, and the bull did, too. The digital numbers on the screen kept spinning, and finally stopped when the song did.
Wyatt straightened, waving his hand and beaming that perfect fucking smile of his, blue eyes flashing over the crowd. He slid off the bull, and without hesitating, raced right over to John, the padded barrier between them. Wyatt slipped off his white hat and put it once more on him, followed by a crushing, sweaty kiss.
The crowd screamed its approval, and both men smiled against each other’s lips, seeing only each other.
Chapter 16
Wyatt
