Western Rider 15: After A Wedding

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.

Down the elevator I went, dressed, spent, clenching my slut butthole until I got to my truck, and eventually, my cheap fleabag budget motel.

At the front desk, there he was. Mister Securty and Night Manager.

I walked over and struck up a conversation with him. He seemed nervous, but appreciated my mild apology for the noise. "Gets that way...." I told him. He nervously nodded.

Not a bad looking guy. His name tag said, "Drew".

"So Drew, you from these parts?"

"Upstate. Near Steamboat."

"Holy shit, we gotta ranch not far from Steamboat."

This leads to a five minute conversation about the area; he knows it well. Two more partiers wave at me as they flow through the lobby, a bit more dissheveled than me. We watch them. One shouldn't be driving.

Then I turn it to Drew.

"So, Drew, I'll bet you get a birds-eye view of all the fun and shenanigans working graveyard, don't ya."

"Oh fuck yeah. You don't know the half of it."

"Crazier than our wedding party?"

"You have no idea!" He's about to spout something about that when something inside makes him shut his mouth. He pauses.

"Yeah. It can get rowdy and crazy. Hormonal in ways I never imagined. Inventive hormones....". His eyes look away towards the elevators. ".... Crazy."

I nod. We sort of stand there and he sizes me up for the fifth or so time.

"So, Drew, you probably need some relief from all of that. I'll bet you wouldn't mind if I sucked your dick."

His eyes go wide with surprise and his head shakes for a second, left-to-right. A big smile comes on his face.

"There are nine cameras on you and me right now. I'm gonna put my hand over my face. Listen anyway. M'k?"

"Cause they can read lips?"

Drew nods. "Yeah. I'm going to give you a key. Room 112. Around the corner. Meet me there in ten. Nod your head like you're thanking me."

I do it. He makes a keycard and it crosses the counter. I tilt my hat down and head to the elevators but turn down the hall. Room 112 opens; a king bed. I strip naked, my clothes on the chair. I'm in the showers, groaning, cleaning, groaning some more. The bathroom is thick with steam.

Stepping out, I hear the door. Drew is on time.

Off come his clothes in a flury. The man is erect, a beautiful cut dick, proud, upward curve, long ball sac with golden eggs in 'em.

I'm on it in a flash. Totally suckable. He's leaking heavily. My own dick is in my hand as I pleasure his. His is thickening quickly.

Then he asks me a question I hadn't expected. "You get fucked?" he asks.

"Hell yeah!" I answer. He has a bottle of hotel lotion in his hand. I stop him and get the good stuff out of my pack. I'm at the edge of the bed in seconds, the AC kicks on and starts drying me, but he's hot and heavy and sweaty and totally ready to bone me. I let him.

Drew slides in like he owns it. He's more gentle than I would've guessed and just bones me, trying not to cum. I squeeze on his curvy dick. I want it. I tell him that. Repeatedly.

"Yeah, gimme that load! You watched me getting fucked and now you want YOUR turn! Gimme. Fill me up!"

Reaching down, I grab his bag and gently tug on it. I feel his cock get thicker still. Feels great. My own dick is hard as a rock and I hold it to keep it from bouncing around.

The peel of his roar is followed by my butt getting filled with cream again. Lots of cream. He pulls totally out and jams it back in again several times, groaning and moaning each time. He leaves it in me, panting.

"Yeah Drew-- that was a huge load, baby!" Still inside my ass, he smacks it nicely. I squeeze on him as he exits. I'm about to turn and suck out any remainder but he's already grabbed his phone. I think he's gonna dress and get back.

Then he looks at my dick. Yeah, it's big thick and hard.

"I'll be back in ten. Hold that thought!"

Really?

He's dressed and flies out the door. I hear him trotting down the hall.

Like clockwork, he shows up again. I haven't cleaned up. His clothes fly again and he's naked and suddenly he's on top of me, making out with me like we're long lost lovers. My erection frots with his. He's hard and leaking. Hot damn!

We cum up for air. "So you need some more of my slut butt, do ya?"

"I have ten minutes to get you off. Tell me what does it!" he commands, leaping off the bed.

"Lay down." I order. His erection stands tall. I hover over it, and let it part my asslips again. Fucking GREAT! I start riding him. I grab my dick and start wanking it, my balls draggin on his hairy pubes. Fuck Yes. He stares at me.

"Gonna shoot it?" he asks. I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in me. Then Drew's ass lifted off the bed and the angle changed and my gland was getting punched with every strong stroke in my ass. Fuck it was GOOD.

His eyes were focused on my cock. That is, until his face started scrunching shut. He bit his lower lip. And my happiness started rising from somewhere deep inside me as I tilted my head back in total joy and started painting his face, chest, and neck with wads of my thick cum. Then he started doing it, too, losing control, jamming it up me, holding it, the throbs amazing, making me cum even more.

It was insane. Drews faced contorted, my balls emptied and emptied, and I felt his nut coat me inside.

All at once, all squirts finished, we collapsed. Fuck. His dick slowly fell out of my butt. It felt wonderful. My own cock deflated a bit. We were both panting hard. I fell over on my side. Drew just lay there for a second, then he rolled over and gave me a lover's liplock.

And like lightning struck him, he almost leaped off the bed, dashed in the bathroom, cleaned off, pulled his clothes back on. He licked his lips as he watched me laying there in the near dark.

"You gotta be out by seven. And, um, I ah, I get off then if you want a free breakfast...."

Seconds later, the door slammed and I heard him trot down the hall.

That was 'bout 4 a. m.

Their omelets are pretty damn good.

Darrel and AJ were so out of it, they didn't even blink when they saw me eating with Drew.

I wondered if I should help them out of their hangovers.

Nah.

Then I thought: I'm good.