There is a couple, Darrel and AJ. They work at a ranch just above the Texas panhandle in Oklahoma. Been there for years. Rodeo cowboys. Well-liked. Handsome. Made for each other, I think.
And after various rumors, they said, yeah, they're getting hitched as in the legal marriage thing. But there's going to be a party, and it's not going to be in Oklahoma. Denver would be the site. AJ's huge Italian family live there. Oh, and they, the family would buy. Darrel and AJ have lots of friends in Colorado, including ME.
The picture is a bunch of family, gay cowboys in their Sunday Best, at a venue outside of Aurora. This little niece gives away Darrel, and AJ has a three foot ring bearer in a cowboy hat. It's damn cute. Lots of beer, wine, and other libations made the crowd go pretty crazy. It was tough to stay sober.
Problem was, the cowboys were feeling strange, this big Italian family (and a few from the other groom), not really knowing how to party down.
And so I had to do something.
Getting up, I grabbed and danced with AJ. A slow dance. The crowd was initially quiet as church as we soloed on the dance floor. I was tempted to squeeze his jiggly butt, but didn't. Me in my fancy suit and bolo, and the AJ lookin' good in his fancy tux. I know a few dance steps, and I know AJ did, too, so we danced a choreograph that we'd enjoy. Expensive boots scuffing up the floor as we twirled around.
The crowd went nuts! There were wahoos and yeehaws and suddenly the dance floor was full of people, didn't matter the gender or age, grandma and a cowboy, some uncle dancing it up. The DJ picked up on it and zoomed the music, and didn't let us quit for quite a while. It was awesome.
As we finish, AJ liplocks me, the crowd sitting down, sweating and panting. He half-yells in my ear over the new song: Room 2340.
"What?"
"At the hotel. Afterparty!!" I nod and smile.
It was about midnight when I made it a few blocks and up to their suite. A guy named Phil opened the door. You could see Denver in the distance, the airport, but what had my attention was Abe and Horace. Abe braced himself on the huge tall windows as Horace nailed his skinny ass with his prized Golden Spike Of Pleasure. Hot damn.
Soon there were nine of us. The groom and groom burst through the door, a case of bubbly in tow, and a bag of goodies. We ceremoniously stripped their married asses. They became the focus and center of our oral attentions.
Nonetheless, they were a bit wiped. We all helped, luvin' tongues everywhere, naked erect men swarming on them. Yours truly, ever one for making men's butts happy with his lickin', joined in happily. We moved it all into the bedroom, twin king-sized beds, the duvets pulled off, ready for fun.
The lickin' continued, then the grooms got on all fours, one per bed. Roy, Horace, and I were to be the team, and the grooms, tagged. Would we brand them? Put clips in their ears? We teased the shit out of them. And then Roy got behind Darrel and slowly worked his very long, very thin dick up Darrel's Canal of Happiness.
We three proceeded to be the Top Squad. We had fluffers. Tim and Abe kept us going. The happy couple was railed and switched and railed again. Darrel declared a time-out and we all lay there, panting, fondling, and in my case, liplocking a groom as he stuck his social finger up my slut butt. Yeah. Puppy piles.
Horace declared he had to squirt, and would someone help? Big bear of a cowboy, thick wide blond mustache, ten thick inches of ass-wrecker on him, I had to volunteer. There would be pain, but I'd take one for the team. I'd seen how AJ whimpered as Horace stretched him. Still, one has to volunteer.
My legs lifted high in the air, I was summarily drilled. OMFG. There is majesty in a very large man lifting you high in the air to impale you on his very large dick. My own dick was hard as steel as he parked me shoulders-to-the-bed. AJ got up, moved around, and planted his newly married ass on my face. OMG. I held onto his thighs as I got railed, a good thing, cause I'da screamed. Fuck. Me.
It got good. Somebody was holding my dick and wanking me as Horace just had his way with me. My tongue is up AJ's fine rear with vigor, the fine sensation of being teabagged by hairy balls.
Without warning, the hand pulling on my dick changed somehow, and the sudden change caused a lurch somewhere deep in my guts. I started blowing wads. Fountains of cum started going everywhere. AJ lifted and pulled apart his cheeks and I blew still more. There was this amazing high as I felt amazing energy radiating everywhere. No actual dope was involved, just body chemistry.
Horace roared and started soaking me inside. It got really slippery, that hot sensation of being bred. I shot more wads. I think was about to pass out into oblivion.
AJ knelt up and someone started licking his back and someone else was licking the cum from me. Horace very slowly pulled out of my hosed hole. He let me down. Inside, I could feel my guts re-arranging themselves. Holy fuck.
And then we just tore it up. Sucking and fucking until The Knock.
Hotel security. A simple warning was issued. "Keep it quiet or we'll throw the lot of you fucks out on your naked asses. Get it?"
Oddly, he didn't want to come in.
The boner in his uniform pants said otherwise.
So we cooled it. Fairly soon, people left the newly married couple. AJ was drinking the champagne, wicked grin on his face as he watched guys dress. Some kissed him, some kissed his dick goodbye. I did both.
