With the satisfying taste of 'Old Charlie's' cum in my mouth, I sat and watched the countryside go by as Sven continued driving. In another hour or so, the signs for the Springfield turnoffs appeared and Sven confidently took the one that led to the agricultural exhibition centre; where the horse show and auction was going to take place.
He parked the truck and checked in with one of the guys that registered horses being put up for sale. As he led Rogue out of the trailer and to his assigned stable, I had a chance to look around. The place was huge and just bustling with activity. I saw people leading horses from one place to another, some leading them around the show arena for practice, just stuff going on everywhere. There were a lot of hunky horsemen around, that was for sure. I found my eyes drawn to a number of rugged looking men moving about the facility. There weren't too many women, just a few scattered here and there. There were men of all ages and sizes. Some were dressed similarly to Sven and I, others were much more "countrified", with cowboy boots and various types of Stetsons. All in all, I was being treated to an eyeful of good-looking men.
"C'mon, Kid," Sven said as he surprised me by slapping me on the bum as I stood on the wooden rails of the show arena, "Rogue's all registered and settled in. They've got a little store inside the building there. Let's check it out, there's something I'm looking for."
"What, Sven?" I asked as I skipped along to try and keep up with his long strides.
"Oh, you'll see. A little surprise for you," he said as he gave me smirk. I followed him into a store in one of the buildings and walked around looking at all the stuff on display. There were all kinds of riding gear and clothes, cowboy hats, souvenirs and other cheesy stuff like velvet pictures of horses that you wouldn't even want to use to wipe your ass.
"C'mere, Kid," Sven said to me as he started towards a table with riding clothes on it. "Just play along with me here," he whispered to me quietly.
"Can I help you there?" a blustery woman in a red cowboy hat and loud checkered shirt said to Sven.
"Yeah, I need a pair of these beige stretchy riding pants," Sven said as he fingered a pile of folded pants on the table. The woman looked at where Sven's hand was and then looked at me standing next to him.
"Well, those are girls' pants you've got your hand on there. They're made to fit tight. They'd look pretty funny on him," she chuckled as she nodded towards me. "We have some over on the other table over there that would be more appropriate for boys."
"No, they're not for him; they're for his twin sister."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Then these are just what you're looking for. Is she about the same size as him?"
"Uh, just a touch smaller. She's had these before and I know she likes them to fit tight."
"Okay." The woman picked up a pair of the stretchy folded pants and let them hang down. She came around the table and held them at my side.
"Well, these would be the right size for him," she said to Sven.
"Okay, then one size smaller should do it."
"Here they are right here," she said as she rummaged through the pile on the table and got the next size down.
"Excellent, I'll take those." Sven pulled some of the bills out of his pocket and paid the woman as she rang in the purchase. There was nothing amongst all the cheap-looking items that I wanted; besides, I was curious as to what Sven had in mind with those girl's pants he bought.
"Alright, let's go find that motel," Sven said as he tucked the bag the woman gave him under his arm and headed out of the store.
"What are those pants for, Sven?" I asked as I skipped along beside him. "Are they supposed to be for me?"
"You'll see, you'll see," he said as he laughed and gave me a playful shove.
"Ooohhhnn," I gave off a little squeal of impatience as I hurried to keep up.
"Geez, you're like a little kid. Just be patient." His playful smile made me smile too. "Now, let's go find that motel. I feel like scratching that itch you've got way up inside you." I shuddered with excitement as I realized Sven was talking about feeding that beautiful big cock of his way up into my boy-pussy.
They had a big fenced-in field in the complex where we were able to leave the trailer where it would be safe. We dropped it off then took Sven's pick-up and headed on the road into town.
"I don't think it's too much further," Sven said after we'd only been on the road a couple of minutes. "Yep, there it is." As he nodded ahead, I looked over to see a cheap sign with a cartoon-like picture of a miner swinging a pick into a giant gold boulder. So this was going to be our home for the next two nights; the Gold Rush Motel. It looked more like the Flea Bag Motel to me. But knowing Uncle Ben, he'd booked it because it was close to the fair grounds; and most important of all, it was cheap.
There were two buildings kind of set in an L-shape with the check-in office at the end of one building, kind of at the corner of the 'L'. I guessed there were probably somewhere around 30-35 rooms in total. Already there were a number of pickups parked in front of some of the units. I figured it was a popular place to stay for people attending the horse show.
Sven pulled up in front of the office and as we entered, a little bell hooked up to the door tinkled. We could hear the sounds of a television coming from an open door in the sidewall into the next unit. I looked around and the place looked pretty crappy. There was a clean-up cart parked just inside the door which I figured was wheeled around to every unit by whoever did that job. There was a shelving rack right there in the office that was loaded up with sheets, towels, and little bars of soap; the usual cheap motel stuff.
As Sven walked up to the counter, a small balding man in his mid-forties came through the door where we'd heard the sound coming from. He looked pretty gruff and unfriendly as he stepped behind the counter.
"What can I do for ya?" he asked in a raspy voice, the tone sounding like it had come through years and years of fighting cigarette smoke to make itself heard.
"Yeah," Sven said, drumming his fingers on the counter, "there should be a reservation under the name Alfredson; two nights."
"Let's see here," the clerk said as he picked up a box and rifled through something that looked like index cards. He pulled one out and threw on a pair of reading glasses before bringing it up in front of him. "Yeah, here it is, Ben Alfredson, single room, two nights. Oh yeah, he called this morning and told me he screwed up his ankle and couldn't make the auction. Told me some big guy with a kid would be coming to take his place. I guess that's you." He pulled off his reading glasses and looked us over, first Sven, then me.
"Yeah, that's us," Sven answered. "Look, I know Ben's booked a single room on his credit card, but I was wondering if you had anything bigger?"
"All the single rooms are the same," the man answered flatly.
