He lives down here now, Mike but he’s gonna ride up to Denver with me. We’re goin’ to the Branding Iron tonight. Wanna make it a threesome?” ...��Joe, I ain’t old enough to drink.” I answered invoking a rather lame redneck accent. “At that joint if you’re big enough you’re old enough,” Kirby sort of growled in a deadpan way. All three of us laughed. And then there came a pause that was at least eight months pregnant. The Branding Iron was a notorious bar in Denver where gay men could cowboy up. Enwrapped in my thoughts, I hardly noticed him slide that massive cock all the way into me. My tender man hole around his shaft was suddenly stretched to the maximum and it hurt. I yelped softly but he stayed buried to the hilt, allowing me to accept his thickness. Martin tensed and twitched inside me and our eyes met, and still no words passed between us. He had me in his power and I was happy to be there. His hips pulled back, my ass lips pouting over the retreating cock, only for him to push. I tried to remember the entire drive from Rachel’s to my condo. I drew a blank. My chest tightened and the droplets of sweat rolled off my brow and down my face. I couldn't shake the feeling that was getting stronger with each passing second, that I was wide awake.The young, sexy tormentor sat back down and frowned as she said, “It's a shame what they did to your suit, Mr. Renard. You look absolutely dashing in it. Is it a Hugo Boss?”I ignored her question and replayed the events of the evening. She walked over to help Jan who had sat on the couch next to me but Judy said, “don’t worry she’ll join in when she is ready.” Judy and Bill were still kissing when Judy got down on her knees and started licking up and down the shaft of Bill’s now rock hard cock. Soon she was fitting the entire monster into her mouth. Jan sitting next to me was rubbing her hand on the outside of her own pussy and leaned over to me and said, “watching her do this, excites you?” I looked back and said, “you have.