Bruce Westcott wandered about the fairgrounds, not really looking for anything in particular. It was his eighteenth birthday, he was finally a man, or he considered himself so. It was a beautiful July evening. White puffy clouds drifted here and there overhead and the setting sun was still bright and hot.

"Hurry, hurry, and step right up and see the world's most beautiful women," a Carney called out from the booth that stood before a stage.

Upon the stage, four gorgeous young women, scantily dressed, danced seductively. Bruce paused momentarily and looked at each girl as she moved. He shrugged his shoulders and moved. He could dance as well as they did, he thought as he moved further down the row of shows.

"Hey, there, young man! Wouldn't you like to see Buffalo Bill take on Sitting Bull?" another Carney called out, but this time it was to Bruce.

"Sure, but ole Buffalo Bill and Sitting Bull are both dead, you know," Bruce replied.

"Well…duh! This is a reenactment, boy, not the real deal," the Carney snapped back. "So do you or do you not want to see the show?"

Bruce shrugged his shoulders, "I guess it would be cool," he said and fished out a dollar bill from his jeans pocket and handed it to the man.

"Step right through that opening and find yourself a seat. You're in luck, because you're the first one to enter, so you'll have your choice of the best seats in the house," he told him as he handed Bruce his ticket to enter.

"Cool, thanks," Bruce replied and moved to the opening, stepping through it and into the dimly lit tent.

It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the near darkness. He walked down the aisle and found a seat in the very front row. He looked around him, taking in the various banners that pictured Buffalo Bill and also Sitting Bull. The only light that was on was over a large circus style ring before him and his attention was quickly drawn to it when he heard someone enter.

"Hey, kiddo, I see that you're the first to arrive," a handsome cowboy said to Bruce. "That means that when I look for a volunteer from the audience to participate in the show, you'll be chosen."

"What do I have to do?" Bruce asked.

"Well that's the good part: I'll do most of the work. All you need to do is untie my hands when we are tied to that pole by the Indians," he pointed to a pole that stood upright in front of a teepee. "Once you have me untied, I'll untie you and together we'll escape on my horse. You aren't afraid of horses are you?"

"No, I love horses. I've ridden since I was a young boy," he assured the man. "So I take it that you're the dude that plays Wild Bill?"

"Yep, that's me, Kevin O'Malley at your service," he said, sweeping off his cowboy hat and bowing to Bruce.

Kevin was dressed in buckskin breeches that hugged his male figure superbly; in fact, they left nothing to the imagination as to how well he was endowed. but Bruce used his imagination anyway to fill in what he couldn't see. The man wore no shirt, just an opened buckskin coat that revealed his rippled abs and chiseled pecks with two tall, hard nipples that showed when he moved his arms. He wore his auburn hair long, as they did in the old west, to his shoulders and his face was one hundred percent masculine — a long, straight nose, a square chin that had a dusting of a five o'clock shadow, and lips, full and sensuous.

"And what's your name?" he asked.

"Bruce, Bruce Westcott," he told him, now standing to shake hands with the older man.

"As I was saying, or was about to, Bruce, how about I get you to play one of the Indians?"

"Cool, but do you kill me?" he asked laughing.

"Nah, but I do take you hostage as I make my escape," Kevin told him. "I'll be sitting behind you on Geronimo. He's my horse. I'll take you captive and we'll ride off together," he explained.

"Do I look Indian to you?" Bruce asked.

"Well you do have that raven black hair and coal dark eyes," the man pointed out.

"My great grandfather was full-blooded Cherokee," Bruce confided.

"That explains the hair, eyes and those cheekbones, but where did you get those full, sensuous lips?" he asked, catching Bruce off guard with the question.

"Huh … oh, my mom – everyone said that I had her mouth," Bruce told him, feeling his face coloring with embarrassment.

"Don't worry kid, I like your lips," Kevin said. "Now just before the show starts, I'll come out and ask for a volunteer or two from the audience. All you have to do is raise your hand, got it?" he asked and Bruce nodded.

Kevin left the arena and Bruce retook his seat. It wasn't very long before people began filling the large circus tent. Bruce watched as his row filled up quickly, then the rows immediately behind him, until soon there were but two or three seats left. The lights dimmed and an orchestra, or rather some recorded music filled the air as a spotlight illuminated Kevin as he walked to the center of the ring.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Wild West show," he spoke into a cordless microphone as he moved closer to the audience. "Before the show starts, I would like three volunteers to make their acting debut in the show. Do I have any?" he asked, and most everyone raised his or her hand. He made a show of looking around as if using discretion as to who he chose.

"You there, the pretty young lady with the yellow blouse and jeans," he announced as he pointed to a teenage girl several rows back from Bruce. "You also, he said to another teen, a boy of about fourteen at the far end of the row that the girl was in. "Now who shall be the last? What about you?" he asked pointing directly at Bruce, who nodded his head. "Come with me and we'll get you ready for the show, which shall begin shortly," he announced, walking away with the three of them in tow.

Once outside the tent, Kevin lead them toward two smaller tents.

"You, young lady and young man, will go to the tent on your left to be costumed to play settlers." He turned to face Bruce, who stood quietly waiting his instructions. "You, young man, you'll come with me to the ‘Indian' tent to play an Indian warrior," he announced.

Bruce was excited as he followed Kevin. He had always wanted to be in show business and now he was going to get a taste of it. Once inside the tent, Kevin lead him to a sectioned-off area, where a man much older than Kevin sat applying war paint to his face.

"Bruce, meet Sitting Bull," Kevin said in introduction to the man who was playing him.

"I'm Darrin McNamara really, but it's a pleasure to meet you. So I take it that you'll be playing one of my warriors?"

"Yeah, or that's what Kevin told me," Bruce said.

"Wel,l you go get dressed for the part and when you're done, I'll get you up to speed on what you're going to be doing. By the way, are you per chance Native American?"

"Yes I am; my great grandfather was full-blooded Cherokee," he told Darrin.

"I thought so; your features betray your heritage nicely," he said as he ran his gaze over Bruce's face and body. "Mmmmm, very nicely," he added, turned back and finished with the makeup.

"Is he … ?" Bruce started to ask Kevin, but he couldn't bring himself to say 'gay' or 'queer' or 'homosexual'.

"Yeah, will that be a problem, Bruce?"

"No. I was just wondering because he seemed to be a tad flirtatious is all."

"Well here you go – your costume," Kevin said, handing Bruce a skimpy loincloth.

"You are kidding me, right?" he asked and Kevin stood there smiling at him. "Oh my God, you aren't; this is my costume," Bruce said as he held up the attire to get a better look at it. "Ah, just how do I put this thing on?"

"Well you first need to strip down naked," Kevin told him, causing Bruce to blush again.

"Naked! You are kidding me, right?" he asked yet again.

"Listen, Bruce, if you have a problem with all this, I'll let you go and go find me another volunteer," Kevin said, turning as if to leave.

"NO! No, I can do this, it just caught me off guard is all," Bruce told him as he began to remove his clothes. "You'll have to show me how to put this on," he added and Kevin smiled, assuring him that it was easy.

Once Bruce was naked, Kevin knelt down in front of him, holding the loincloth out so that Bruce could step into it. Kevin was so close to Bruce, that Bruce could feel the handsome man's breath caressing his cock. Bruce tried thinking about every disgusting thing he knew to prevent his cock from hardening, but try as he may, it slowly rose to full hardness.

"Oh fuck!" Bruce said and quickly turned around to hide his erection.

Kevin's face was but a few inches from Bruce's round, hard ass and he, too, felt a stirring in his pants as he restrained himself from leaning forward and burying his face in the crevice.

"Don't worry about that; it happens to a lot of us when we have to wear just this skimpy thing."

"I … I feel so embarrassed, Kevin," Bruce said, slowly turning back to face Kevin, his cock still hard.

"Kevin … Kevin, where are you?" a man called out.

"I'm helping an extra dress for the show," Kevin yelled back as Darrin stepped through the flap and entered the changing area.

"The boss man needs you – something about a scene change," Darrin told him. "I'll finish up here and give Bruce his instructions," he assured Kevin, giving Bruce a wink.

"You don't have much time, so make sure he knows his part and where to be," Kevin told him, handing him the loincloth.

All the while they talked, Bruce had stood there with his hands cupping his cock and balls, hiding them from prying eyes that might pass or enter the area.

"Well now, let's get you dressed and then learn your lines," he told Bruce, kneeling before him.

He held out the loincloth. When Bruce lifted a foot to step into it, he hung onto Darrin's shoulder to steady himself, but also revealed his erection to the older man.

"Well, looky at what popped up; this will never fit into this costume," he stated, looking from the cock up to Bruce's face.

"Ah … ah, I … I know … but it's not going down," Bruce stammered out.

"Hmmm, I reckon that there is just one way to handle this," Darrin said, leaning forward and engulfing the erection fully with his mouth.

Bruce gasped out as Darrin's mouth engulfed his cock and moved further down the shaft until Darrin's nose, which was covered with war paint, nestled in Bruce's pubes. He slowly withdrew until just the head was all that was in his mouth.

"Mmmmm," Darrin moaned, sending vibrations through Bruce's cock.

Darrin moved quickly up and down the swollen member, using his hand to manipulate Bruce's balls as he rapidly sucked Bruce's cock. Bruce heard the music soften, an announcer's voice greeting the audience, announcing that the show was about to begin. Bruce felt his cum rising as Darrin swallowed the engorged cock.

"Oh fuck … fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, I'm coming!" Bruce cried out and blasted his cum down Darrin's throat.

"Mmmmm," Darrin moaned as he sucked and sucked, milking the cock of its sweet elixir.

Bruce felt his knees turning to rubber as the last of his seed dribbled from his cock. His balls relaxed and went to their usual low hanging mode once again and then Bruce could feel his cock begin to shrivel to its limp state once again.

"Wow, that was some load you had there," Darrin said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You didn't mind, did you?" Bruce shook his head and Darrin, after giving Bruce a smile, engulfed his cock once again.

"This is a fine time to ask, seeing how the deed is done," Bruce said, looking down at a smiling ‘Sitting Bull'. "No, I didn't mind. What man would mind a mind-blowing blowjob like that?"

"Right, but we best hurry. The show's begun and you and I are up in ten minutes," he told Bruce, helping him into the thong-style loincloth.

Dressed and still rapidly gasping for normal breathing, Bruce stood there as Darrin stood, and gave him a long, sensuous look.

"I'll tell you this — had the Native Americans all looked like you, I would have volunteered to be one of their captives — you are fucking hot in that loincloth, Bruce. And you know how to fill it out nicely with this nice bulge."

"Well thanks, but do you blow everyone who plays this role?"

"Nope, you're the first one. Your cock was too damn cute to resist, stud. Now here is what you need to remember to say."

Darrin told him what he needed to remember for lines and when to say them.

"You can ride?" he asked as he led Bruce to where the horses waited.

"Yeah, I have been riding in competitions since I was five," he assured Darrin.

"Well that paint is yours. Mount up and follow me when they give me the cue to enter. We'll be watching from afar as the other Indians, which are already mounted and about to fight with Kevin and his troops."

"You will be captured by a soldier – he's the other volunteer from the audience – and Kevin captures me. We'll ride off, you in front of Kevin on his horse and me beside him with a soldier guarding me," he explained.

"How does Kevin end up on my horse?" he asked as the sound of a bugle filled the air.

"Oh, he'll get there. Just try to stay on the horse when he does," Darrin told him, kicking his feet against his horse's side and taking off on a run.

Bruce followed Darrin through the opening of the tent and into the arena. It had been drastically changed from when he had first arrived. Fake trees filled the area and huge, fake rocks gave the illusion of boulders.

Screaming and the sounds of rifles firing filled the air along with the smoke from the rifles and the dust from the horses that ran circles around the pinned-down cavalry. Darrin fired his weapon at the soldiers, as did Bruce when they joined the dwindling Indians who were attacking the troops. As he rode, his eyes kept looking for Kevin, but he couldn't see him.

"Gotcha!" Kevin shouted as he landed behind Bruce on his horse.

"Where the fuck did you come from," Bruce asked, making sure his voice went no further than Kevin's ears.

"I was perched in one of those trees just waiting for you to ride under it," he told him, with one arm wrapped around Bruce's slender waist and the other wrestling the reins from him.

Bruce turned in time to see an officer take down Darrin as Sitting Bull. He and Bruce rode off, leading the procession that included Darrin and his mount as well as the rest of the cavalry and Indians.

"Wah-hoo, that was fantastic! Totally awesome!" Bruce shouted once outside and far away enough not to be heard by the audience.

"You were fantastic, Bruce," Kevin said with his arm still around Bruce, holding him tightly to him.

Kevin could smell the light cologne Bruce wore; feel his excitement as it caused his heart to rapidly beat. Kevin had never felt this way about someone, much less an extra that he had chosen from the audience, and it made his own heart quicken.

"Am I still your captive?" Bruce asked, rousing Kevin from his thoughts.

He had turned his head enough, so that their eyes met and held their gaze as he waited for Kevin to answer. Kevin just looked at him; he had never been so enthralled with a man.

"Kiss him. Never mind if anyone sees you, just kiss the lad," his mind was telling him.

"Kevin … are you alright?" Bruce asked.

"Huh? Oh, sorry! I must have been lost in thought," Kevin said and hurriedly dismounted before the boy could feel his growing hard pushing against his back.