Road Trip: Texas Volume 1 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Bastrop
I was a wreck after the "Rooster Ranch", I just hadn't had that much fucking and sucking for a while, and even with "tag" football I felt beaten up. I drove into the city of La Grange, and found a nice little diner for a late breakfast, it was all plaid tablecloth and cloth napkins, and a 1000-year-old waitress who chirped and fussed over me, tell me about the big boys that came in just like I did, the prior day. Well, they were old football players from A&M going to the Rooster Ranch, I thought. Bacon & eggs, one waffle, orange juice, coffee, fruit bowl, mini-wheat's cereal, and a slice of ham later I was feeling vaguely normal, and Eileen was so happy I ate so much, what a mommy. I loved it. I was only a short drive from Bastrop, and called Rodolfo to ask if it was OK to come by, and he said the "crew" had already arrived. I thought: for a campfire? At 10.30am?
He had a washer/dryer I could use, and I was only a short drive to a great gym in Austin. I really wanted to make sure I was able to get to the Austin fairgrounds where there was a gay rodeo going on – summer is so busy! I drove on up, and sort of headed east in Bastrop, through Bastrop State Park. On an tiny road, found the right mailbox and turned up to his house, and wondered what the hell was going on. A bunch of big SUV's, beaten-up trucks, and a horde of guys wandering around – some youngish, very tattoo/metro looking, and then some stunning bears. I walked up to his house, and knocking, let myself in. Rodolfo was in the kitchen with a bunch of guys, and he was as handsome as I remembered. Not so tall, very stocky, amazing legs, beautiful black beard. He still had a sweet Spanish accent. I gave him a hug and a kiss, and he introduced me to the "director", Jim. "Director?" I asked, and Rodolfo casually said the campfire tonight was part of a bear porn film being done there.
"Shit!" I thought, so much for a quiet night. I must have looked crestfallen, and Rodolfo immediately apologized, that we would maybe be able to get some 1:1 time in later. I grinned, and told him, "I'm totally comfortable with whatever goes, don't worry!" and shook hands with Jim. "OK if I wash up?" – sure. I got my wet gym stuff (faintly sour smelling, fermenting) out of the hot car, and stripping, put it all in the washing machine. This house was more than half a mile off the main road, very isolated, and clothing optional. I wandered out to his above-ground hottub and rustic outdoor kitchen area, and a couple of guys were doing the craft service setup, looked like KFC today. I think I startled them, a giant nude musclebear casually wandering by, and I walked through the woods up to the big fire pit that I had been at before. Jim practically ran up to me after a moment, breathlessly asking if I had ever been in porn.
I smiled, and said "No", and he asked if I'd like to do anything with the film. He had a clipboard, release, everything ready to go, but I told him, I'd be happy to help out, but I didn't do action film or stills, just not my thing. Now it was Jim's turn to look crestfallen, and on turned the compliment machine. I was so big, so sexy, so hung, so muscular, it would be so wonderful, and I said it would be "so so", and patted him on the shoulder, and thanked him, and told him "I'd think about it." That brightened him up, and we walked back to the house along some well-beaten trails, and he excused himself and ran on ahead. I was really thirsty, and decided to let the craziness of the film go on its merry way, and around back from Rodolfo's house got a garden hose, and water on, started drinking from it, and washed myself off, shivering. Then I heard a "Oh shit."
A couple of guys who were clearly going to be in the film were staring at me. "Daddy!" they said, and squeezed their crotch. I was thinking what am I supposed to do, and they walked over, and one of them said "Can I?" and he began pawing my chest, shoulders and arms. He had stunning arms – furry forearms, fur up over his biceps, and thick furry fingers, a real paw. I must have shivered, I do remember tingling, and he unbuttoned his trousers, and pulled out a nice thick cut cock. He started jacking off, and his buddy reached over and started jacking my cock, which was thickening up nicely after the cold water shock. Benny was the hairy-paw guy, short, just beautiful, glittering black eyes, and he kept telling me how he wanted me to be his Daddy in the film. He had a light accent – British? I asked where he was from, and he was from Syria, he said in a deep somewhat sad voice. Fuck he was hot, pinching my nipples, unbuttoning his shirt, incredibly thick fur springing out.
Kerry was his friend who was jacking me off, and squatted down, feeling my thighs, which I flexed for him, and after feeling my ass, began chatting at me in a deep, deep Irish accent. I had no idea what he was saying except for some punctuated "Bloody fucking hell" comments he made. He took my cock in his mouth, big furry red/brown beard enveloping me and I have to say, it was a perfect suck – he got instantly just the right suction, hand on the shaft pulling, slurping my cock along his tongue and the roof of his mouth as Benny started kissing me. What a kisser, humming or moaning lightly, hand on the back of my neck expertly directing me to his hot mouth, open at first against mine, tongue pushing in. He licked and nipped at my lips, tongue slowly pushing in as I pressed my face harder, feeling his beard on my cheeks, feeling Kerry start swallowing my cock, working his throat muscles. Abruptly a young crew guy walked up, and said "Hey guys, gotta keep it for afternoon!"
He harrumphed and stalked off, shaking his head. I went to check on the laundry, but heard the roar of motorcycles, and walked around front. There were two huge bikes, a Harley and a beautiful old Triumph, with full leathers on them, and two big biker bears in full leathers getting off. When the wrap-around biker glasses came off, I was amazed – Todd and Maine, two guys I had had at my pool parties in Houston! Big biker dads, just classic, almost comic-book perfect looks; Todd was a doctor, around 42-45 and big opera fanatic, and Maine who was younger was a computer science professor. Todd was huge – around 6'4", rangy, big grey-shot beard, not handsome but very masculine and sexy. Jimmy was I think around 35-40, also big beard, chunky and very furry, he had a sleeveless shirt on and his leather vest, fur all the way up to his shoulders.
We all ran and kissed and got re-acquainted, and they thought it was wonderful to see me at the campfire. They had brought some special weed for the occasion. "Campfire!" I said, suppressing a grin, "what did Rodolfo tell you?" They looked around, a teeny big confused, "Lunch, hottub, and horny bears around a campfire. We brought some red wine and smoke, want to get really wasted and suck some bear dick tonight. "Hold on, " I said, and they leaned against their bikes. "There's a bear porn movie gonna be shot this afternoon. Campfire yes maybe, but there's a small film crew wandering around." They looked as dismayed as I felt earlier, and then, right on cue, Jim ran up with his clipboard, jaw dropping at the sight of all three of us staring at him somewhat stonily. "Oh fuck, bear GODS!" he said breathlessly, and started begging all of us to be in the film.
Todd and Maine were raising up and suddenly looking like mountain trolls from the "Hobbit" film, and I remembered stories about them beating up straight guys that had pissed them off, they had a real temper together. Todd was very diplomatic. "No fucking way, piss off," and with that they stomped up to the house, pausing to ask me in passing, "What the fuck shit is Rodolfo pulling this time." They burst out laughing, going "Grr." Jim disappeared, and more crew guys wandered by, staring, and I wondered if I should get dressed, and thought "fuck it." We heard a cowbell, and suddenly everyone was making a mad dash for the craft service buffet table. My god they had some sexy actors – Benny and Kerry were there, waving at me, there were a few other guys, all having striking sort of middle-eastern or Latin bearded looks, and then the younger crew.
There were one or two young bear guys, skinny and bearded, that had that big-boned "I'm super hung and a total bottom and I want a bear daddy" look. I knew that look well. I was the only one naked, and I have to tell you, even with the crew working in porn, they looked somewhat uncomfortable being dressed. Todd and Maine grabbed a plateful of fried chicken and coleslaw, and ran off to one side glowering, and I thought, "Please, smoke a huge fucking joint." More of Rodolfo's friends showed up, and some where surprised at the crew, some were pissed off and left. Todd and Maine told Rodolfo if they saw one frame of themselves decorating the film, they'd kick his ass, and Rodolfo turned a little white. I think many of the other guys felt the same, but, well, Jim kept trying, I have to give him that.
At that point, Todd, Maine and I, and a handful of Rodolfo's friend retreated to one side of the hottub, and watched the circus starting for the film "What Does a Bear Do In the Woods". Todd let out a huge guffaw, and said "Everyone knows what a bear does in the wood, he smokes shit." I thought this is going to be crazy, and sidled off to get my laundry. Stuffing my clothes in the dryer, I took a nap break in the air-conditioning of the house – sleep is the ultimate luxury - and headed back out to the film wondering what time it was. Biker guys were finally smoking a huge joint, and it was a doozy. I'd not smelled something like that since Skunk in Amsterdam. We talked as they offered it to me, and I thanked them, "Not quite yet." Benny came up to me – incredibly hairy, his short fat cock bulging out the front of his bathing suit, and asked if he could kiss me.
He began an incredibly hot kiss again, I mean, I'd not met someone like this for a long time. I was completely engulfed in his mouth again, his tongue now sliding and flicking inside my own mouth, playing with my tongue, tickling the roof of my mouth as he ground his cock against mine – up hard as a rock immediately. I the lump of his cock get harder and harder, and he slid his hairy arms down along my sides, fingers stroking my back, and Todd and Maine clapping. Fuck. That takes the buzz off the sex. Benny then grabbed my shoulders, gave me a hard kiss on the mouth, and ran off. There I was again. Biker boys were looking very happy, and Todd waved at me to come over. He was having a very nice high, and dropped to his knees, in his leathers, and slurped my cock in his big wet mouth. Fuck it was delicious, he was a slow, methodical sucker.
First he ran his tongue around the head of my cock, mouthing it now and then, squeezing his lips together and letting my cock pop out, like a watermelon seed between fingers. That felt amazing. Then he stuck his tongue out, slurping up the bottom side of my cock, when I felt my leg being lifted and placed on the bench. Maine was behind me, and twisting around in the dirt, managed to get his tongue on my asshole. I actually gasped for a second, leaning forward to put my hand on Todd's leather vest, holding myself while Maine dug in with his tongue. And is fingers. Twisting around. And his tongue. And sucking. I hoped to god I was clean! Todd now slowly slid my cock in his open mouth, gliding along his fat tongue until I hit the back of his throat, then he pushed firmly against me, cockhead popping in his throat ring and pushing all the way into his mouth, lips hard pressed to my groin.
Maine at this point was sucking my asshole hard, like you'd do to give someone a hickey! I thought he was going to suck me inside out, and I didn't know whether it hurt or felt fantastic, I just knew I wanted more! Todd backed off and retched, and apologized for "fucking amateurism." He pushed my cock back in his throat again, and I looked down to see tears streaming, and his beard full of snot as he gagged and gulped on my cock, deepthroating it as hard as he could. Maine, meanwhile, was spreading my asscheeks, getting more and more tongue in my asshole, then grunted, and started licking it like a puppy, starting on my balls, and up over my taint, and into my asshole. I felt him stick fingers in, twisting around, then herd him suck on them, slurping, cleaning them and getting them wet again. I heard a bunch of groans to one side, and my blood froze, I thought if I turned I'd see a film camera going.
My hips were twitching, Todd was in a frenzy of cocksucking and slurping on my cock and I managed to get my leg up high on the back of the bench with Maine simply clamped on my asshole sucking and pushing his tongue up in. Jim was beside us suddenly with a handful of film people. "Guys, I'm sorry, can you get a room? It's distracting the actors. They have to look at each other, not you guys! I looked back, which was a real balancing trick, and we were close enough to the hottub that the actors, instead of looking at each other, had all twisted their heads to the left, riveted by the spectacle of the giant muscle dad cramming his horsedick down the throat of a giant biker, in fully leather, while his ass was reamed and suckled frantically by a beautiful big hot bear. Camera crew was mad. I had to burst out laughing.
Todd backed off, and grunted "Fuck off asshole," while I put my leg back down, Maine lying on the ground laughing and licking his lips and beard with an unnervingly long tongue. Todd's eyes were very bloodshot, and his beard was soaking from saliva, snot and tears, which he wiped on his sleeves. "Fucking film. Guy can't even get dick at a porn film." The two of them wandered off, loping quickly into the woods, leaving me there with a crew of hot bears fucking and sucking by the hottub, me with a raging hardon, and balls that were definitely needing to be milked. "CUT" Jim said, and I looked around for the camera, but his team had teeny-weeny GoPro hi-def cameras – a lot! Some were on poles that they could literally push into the group of men having sex, some guys wandered with the camera on hand mounts with steady-cam counterbalances, a couple had a camera on a body harness.
It was amazing, all they had to do – was walk up to the action. The GoPro, of course, is wide-angle so any cock on film looked a 12" long and 8" around if you got close. And with hi-def, every single hair was in high relief, afternoon sun and a lot of strategically placed reflectors making the whole thing magic. I stood there, cock dripping literally watching the scene wishing I was in it, back and forth in my mind. Jim looked at me staring as the team swarmed with cameras around the fucking men, and told me I needed to get in on the action. I smiled at him again and said "I'd keep it in mind," and wandered off where Rodolfo's buddies had retreated to not get involved in stray camera shots. I passed the food area again, suddenly hungry, and had another piece of fried chicken and some of Rodolfo's buddies had brought drinks and were starting up a freezer drink thingie – mudslides. Frozen chocolate drink you mixed with vodka.
I thought, "perfect dessert". The sun was really getting low, when a bunch of the guys, and crew walked off a path, equipment in tow, to where Rodolfo had an outdoor sling setup (I know by experience.) I thought it was OK now, and as Todd and Maine smoked their joint, I had a few tokes with them. Nice, out in the woods, pine air, a little bit of smoke, way too much eaten that day, and a disco nap so I would be awake that evening. We passed the joint silently, and I looked at the guys, and said "I'm too curious. Let's go." We walked through the woods between trees to get to the sling area without walking straight in, and kind of sidled up to where we could see it. Well, or not. We sidled up closer and closer. I recognized Kerry in the sling – he was a fucking furball, legs way up, and Benny rimming and sucking his hole with that beautiful mouth, beard wet.
Some of the other actors were listlessly jacking off and sucking to the side, very standard porn, cameras zooming in and out. We were kind of hiding behind trees smoking a joint, quite close to the action, when one of the film guys backed up near us and suddenly smelled the joint, and looked right at us. He punched a button on his camera, and asked if he could have a taste. Todd and Maine looked at each other, and I had the sense to say, "Uh, it's strong, sure you can when you work?" Todd brightened up immediately. "Sure, here, have some." The guy took a strong toke, and then coughed instantly. Took him a moment, then he said, in a strained voice, "Oh my god. That was strong." He immediately took another tiny puff, and a few more then Todd growled and took it back. Camera guy coughed, smoke coming out of his mouth, and punched the camera button tottering back to the scene.
Todd and Maine continued smoking – there are guys who could smoke a pound of the stuff, and you'd never know. I felt a very strong buzz going on, I'd had enough. The camera guy whispered to some of the others, and not a minute later, one by one, the camera guys came over for some weed. Todd was suddenly very friendly, and I looked at him and frowned. "C'mon. You're getting the crew stoned!" Todd smiled, lifted his chin, looked left and right, coughed, and said, "I didn't make them inhale." Maine giggled, and the first cameraman came back 15 minutes later during a break for some more. I wandered over to the group, and Kerry saw me, and begged me to help fluff him. He had a beautiful fat uncut cock, pretty hard, and as I bent to suck it, he told me in no uncertain terms he meant fuck me. A couple of the actors started stroking me – classic bears.
Big furry bellies, short trimmed beards, balding, perfect. One got on his knees, and with an uncanny perfection, started sucking me. I kept thinking how do they all do it? Just perfect vacuum, wet hand, ball pulling, and then choking on my cock in his throat. Kerry told yelled that he was stealing his trick, and I turned, and slowly pushed my cock in Kerry's hairy hole. And hairy it was, as was his body – a thick strip of dark black-red fur on his belly, very pale white skin, furry chest, scraggly beard. Todd walked up, and quietly asked if anyone would like a puff. I though, "uh oh". Of course the actors started smoking it, but I focused on Kerry. I pulled my cock back out his hole, and he grunted, but he was pretty relaxed and wide open. I pushed it back in, sliding the head in and out of his hole, just feeling his anal canal, then pushed a little bit more until his rectum was full.
One of the chubby musclebears felt my cockshaft, and Kerry's hole as I pushed in a little bit more, and it was nice being stroked like that. I looked up and Todd was putting the joint in Terry's mouth, like some terrible demonic figure, grinning, full leather, big beard, and Terry took a big puff – I realized that not only were they smoking on the set, they had almost no experience with pot. He began coughing intensely with my cock in him, and I wondered, what if I... I shoved my cock in all the way, popping his inner hole pushing into his colon. Now, that was a tight sphincter, and Kerry, on top of the coughing, gasped incredibly, and his coughing stopped! Everyone looked at him as he uttered another "Bloody fucking hell" and I started slamming in and out of his ass, full-length, even as the bear tried to get his hand on my shaft again.
Todd crouched down to watch my cock sliding in, mesmerized, and Maine began making out with the other actor. Todd stood up, and pulled Kerry's hands back, and put little leather restraints on them on the sling. He then put the joint in Kerry's mouth. Kerry looked startled as Todd began to jack his cock off, pulling hard to get the foreskin back over the fat head. This was not entirely wanted by Kerry, who was yelling and puffing with the joint in his mouth, but Todd continued, and bent over to lick the raw exposed head of Kerry's cock. Kerry screamed a bit at Todd's hard sucking, and I saw Todd graze his teeth over the head and shaft lightly as I continued seesawing in and out of Kerry's beautiful asshole. I saw a hand come over and snatch the joint out of Kerry's mouth, and Maine started puffing on it as Todd continued sucking, Kerry begging him to stop. Maine put the joint in his bear's mouth and got on his knees to suck him.
That little smoking thing was like some sort of hot potato, the bear took puffs and immediately took it back out, handing it to the one who was jacking me as I was fucking. You can guess what happened next. "Hey Hey Hey" Jim yelled, and the crew was standing there, "You can't use up my actors!" I realized that he hadn't seen the joint, and Todd mad it disappear. I pulled out of Kerry, who looked sad, and three of us kind of slinked away with the actors jacking off as the crew winked. Lights and extension cords had come out, it was approaching sunset as we got back to the food area, and Rodolfo and his buddies were in the hottub. Todd and Maine proceeded to strip to one side, leathers off, everything off, and I saw them put joints into their leather vest with lighters and poppers. Everyone had a nice mudslide, and I got a big glass of it, and sat by the hottub chatting with everyone, my poor cock bobbing and hard as a rock. Talk about frustration.
And, I was getting a tiny bit hungry, and was very happy to see some guys start on a barbecue station, grilling meats. This was not steak and baked, but burgers and chips. We all had some dinner, and I thought the porn movie scene was taking a long time, and yes, I wanted to see a porn movie. I had a beautiful buzz from the pot, and walked back up to the sling area, but everyone was gone. I saw lights off to one side, and wandered over, they were around the big fire pit, which was going full blast. And the crew was totally wasted. Jim was frantic, the guys were actually staggering, which just doesn't look right when you hold a camera. He cut the scene, stomped off back to the house demanding the crew come along. That left me with the porn actors, and like Freddy from "Nightmare on Elm Street" there was Todd. He kept popping up with more joints! I forgot how close to Austin we were, perhaps it's a different culture than Houston.
He was naked, his long cock dangling, sexy masculine furry body, and another huge joint which he lit in front of the actors. Needless to say, every damn one of them was coughing and puffing away a moment later, and then Todd pulled a large bottle of poppers out of his vest. Benny came back over to me, beautiful fat cock jutting out, and we began kissing again, intensely, and Benny reached around to stroke my ass. I again put my leg up, on a log this time, the fire warming my backside as Benny started fingering my already wet puffy hole. Todd had his arm around one of the skinny bear guys, pinching his nipples as he leaned down to kiss him. The cub's baby-arm cock started rising right up, and Todd jacked it off for him, stopping to take a joint back from Maine who had passed it to all the boys. He fed the boy some more puffs, then handed it off to another actor, and resumed his stroking and kissing.
A moment later was on his knees, pinching his own nipples and jacking off a big fat piece of meat as he gagged and choked on that cock. Benny looked at me with his clear dark eyes, and pushed his fingers in me bluntly, and I felt every inch. I bent over onto the log, now facing the fire, watching Todd to one side. That cock was really enormous, but he took every inch of it, and I could see he was very stoned at this point. He was jacking his cock, one or two jerky strokes, then pausing as though he forgot what he was doing. Benny's cock started pushing at my hole, and I relaxed completely, pushing back slightly when Jim, red-faced with fury, yelled at us to get off the set! Shit. That was the last straw. I didn't move, but Todd did, he walked away as Jim started jawing at all the actors, which is just what they needed, and not a moment later Todd was back with his big belt.
Oh fuck! Everyone gasped, seeing this huge man, big fat hardon, looking furious, and he walked up to Jim, and twisted his arm behind his back. Jim yelped helplessly, and Todd kicked his legs out from underneath him. He dragged him up to a small pine tree as we all looked on, stoned, shocked, and horny. Todd set Jim, who was laughing, telling Todd to cut it out, but Todd pulled his arms over the tree and out of his vest put a pair of handcuffs on him. Jim started yelling, and Todd put a belt around his head, across his open mouth, around the tree and buckled it. It was so awful, strange, kinky and funny at the same time, I didn't know what to do. Todd then took out yet another joint, and lit it, and began puffing smoke at Jim. Puff puff puff. Stranger by the moment. Jim tried not to inhale, but Todd was just puffing away, blowing smoke – not inhaling himself – and surrounding Jim with a cloud of marijuana haze.
I felt Benny's arms around my waist suddenly, and realized his cock was still at the opening of my asshole. He pushed slightly, as I relaxed again, and the thick head slid in, stretching my anus. It was delightful, just perfect for fucking, and he held still for a moment, letting me accommodate. Todd was puffing away, telling Jim that he just needed to be more chill, more hospitable. Jim was waving his head back and forth, but weakly. The porn guys were going at each other, and the film crew reappeared, but I didn't care. Benny slid in my ass further, squeezing my hips, and kissing my back, and I felt his arm go around me gently. He was lying his bearded face on my back, humping me with small movement, sending cascades of sensation into my asshole and groin, He moved his hips from side to side after a moment, mixing stuff up in my asshole, and began kissing my back all over, feeling my huge chest, and groaning.
Jim was sitting quietly now, staring at the orgy in front of him, cameramen with camera harnesses with pants down getting blowjobs and cameras on poles jammed in between logs to watch the scene. Todd and the boy he was playing with were back, trading puffs, and Todd pulled him over to the log where I was, away from the cameras. I could see Maine being fucked over a log by a group of bears, and some of Rodolfo's guests, alternating, and I watched Todd. He took that big cock on his tongue, then pulling out the poppers took a huge hit, grunting. He fed me some poppers, and Benny, and I felt the rush of sensation run over me as I felt Benny push, push, push finally completely into me, holding me and shaking slightly. Benny started a slow, deliberate fuck, completely out, then back in slowly to the hilt, which felt wonderful. Todd looked at me, and pulled the boy over to my face, and offered the dick to me as he moved around, offering his ass to Benny.
I felt Benny pull out, and I quickly sat on the log jacking off, but starting to feel very buzzed, more buzzed than pot. I put both hands on the guy's cock, leaving a nice overhang, and began rolling my tongue around under the foreskin as he stroked my head. I felt his lean belly with one hand, and pulled on his big balls, seeing a frantic Rodolfo undoing the belt on Jim to one side. He seemed to have his own set of keys for the handcuffs too! And fed Jim a glass of mudslide. I tried to refocus on the cock, sucking the head in my mouth, enjoying the fullness on my tongue, and stroking the thick shaft. I felt poppers under my nose again, as I began finally to jack off, way way too ready to shoot. I took complete control of the cub, pushing his hairy ass forward forcing his cock down my throat, thinking it might be too big, but the curve of his cock and the head were just perfect.
He paused as I sucked, mouthing the shaft with my lips and sliding back and forth gently hearing Todd grunt and the slap-slap of Benny's fucking. I popped the head into my throat, jacking off more, feeling slightly bleary. Todd spoke, "I'm feeling drunk, not stoned." I couldn't talk but continued on with the sucking, totally absorbed in the big cock in my mouth, and was jacking off just a bit too much. I realized I was maybe going to cum, when I pulled back, and for some reason, asked the cub if he minded if I came. "No Daddy, I'll cum too if you want." I thought, what a professional! I pushed the big cock in my mouth, and then with one push, back in my throat, feeling very full. Todd held up the poppers, but I couldn't inhale them, I couldn't figure out why, then I backed off the cock and sniffed. I thought, "You are having issues," but continued sucking, and heard a deep whisper, "Here it comes Daddy."
Explosion. My cub's knees bent slightly and he grunted, holding his head back, and a jet of cum hit the back of my throat. I felt more jets as I jacked off, pushing my head onto his cock, the spurting cum coating my mouth, my throat, then finally jetting right in my stomach while the poppers took complete effect. My god that was good, and I was shivering and shooting all over the ground, my mind and attention completely focused on the massive cock stretching my throat and jaws. I suddenly felt very strange, and realized that I had forgotten to breathe, and pulling the cock out, I gasped for air. I continued jacking off, feeling like my cumming wouldn't stop and I began bobbing my head on his cock, fully back in my throat, then out, then in, as he started grunting, and groaning out loud, far beyond his own orgasm. I had to suck cock, right then.
The feeling slowly drifted off, and I patted the cub on his ass, feeling like I needed to take a rest. I looked by the firelight at all the bears fucking and sucking, and Todd jacking his big cock with a blissful expression on his face as the short Benny fucked him like a jackhammer. Wandering back off to the food area with light ringing in my ears, I got another glass of frozen mudslide and began drinking it, looking at all the mess there, and looked at the bottles. But there wasn't any vodka. I looked closely, and it was Everclear. 190 proof. Fuck! I threw my glass down, and realized that Todd had had a few glassfuls, as well as Jim, just then, and the cast and crew. I stumbled back to the fire area, where the orgy was going on in full blast. Todd was now in the dirt, on hands and knees being fucked by a the big-boned skinny cub while he was gagging on Jim of all people who only had a shirt on.
I slowly stumbled back to the house, and drank a quart of water. I took a huge container of water with me, and stumbling around found an empty room. I crawled in the bed, my head pounding, and slowly made it to sleep. Suddenly I was awake, and found someone was getting in bed with me, and I tried to see who it was, I had an amazing headache. It was Benny. "Benny," I whispered, "Are you ok?" "Yes yes Joe." "Aren't you feeling, well unwell?" No, No Joe. My religion. I won't drink haram." "And didn't smoke?" "Oh no Joe. Makes my head feel funny!" "Benny, I gotta piss!" I must have had another quart of water, and Benny took my hand and led me to the bathroom, where we both pissed together, arms on each-other's shoulder. Benny held my hand, taking me to the bedroom again, and turning me over, pulled me against the thick springy fur on his chest. He wrapped a hot sweaty arm around me, and kissing the back of my neck slowly became still.
My problem of course was that the alcohol had worn off, as well as the joint, and I was wide awake now. I turned over, pulling the sheet back, looking at Benny, so beautiful. His cock said "Suck me," and even though he was lightly snoring, I turned around and began sucking his cock, which plumped up immediately as he groaned. "Please Joe," Benny whispered, "that feels so good." I suckled and licked his cock, his thick legs spreading as he pushed my head further down. His cock had a sharp upward curve to it a he got hard, and I got on my hands and knees to position it to slide in my mouth. I was hard again, and the mixture of feelings – lust for this perfect man, wanting to cum again, and the splitting headache. What a night. With a cock his size, I could slurp it all in perfectly in my mouth, tongue going around and around and intense mouth sucking on the sides of his shaft and head.
Benny groaned, and pushing his cock far into my mouth, I was able to suck one of his nuts into my mouth too, and pushed the other one in along with it, my mouth full of fur. Benny cried out, "That's too much, but don't stop, suck it all Joe!" and started pushing his thick hairy fingers into my asshole again. He dug in and expertly hit my prostate, massaging it as I sucked harder and harder on his cock. "I don't cum fast sucking Joe, but, uh, UH!" He whispered, grunting, and started thrusting his hips at my mouth. I was really sucking hard, tasting some precum juices, when I felt his balls start tightening in my mouth. "Uh UH JOE, CareFUL!" Benny cried out, "I cum already four!" I actually felt the ruff off Benny's fur now against my chest as I leaned on him, mouth still sucking hard on his rocklike cock, and I began to feel the head actually tickle my throat.
I was jacking myself off frantically as his fingers were digging deep into my asshole massaging my prostate when electric tingles started. "UH OH JOE!" Benny bellowed, "I CUM, SWALLOW JOE!" I squeezed my own cock, realizing that I was jacking so hard that I was banging my balls, which actually felt great at that moment. Benny shoved his fingers in my asshole even deeper, and I felt his balls practically pull up into his body as he squeezed his ass, raising his hips up off the bed screaming out "Uh Uh UH UH UHHHHHH" as his climax took over his body and mind. "JOE STOP!" He begged, but it was too late – I was ready to cum too, spreading my legs to get even more in my asshole when I felt him buck once, and twice, the a jet of cum hit the back of my throat. I remember the sensation so fully – small, needle-like jets of hot bitter cum shooting against the back of my mouth, over and over filling me up.
My own cum was boiling, and with the taste, I pushed forward, and felt him jet straight into my throat. His hand was battering my prostate, and he was crying out and telling me he loved me as I sucked more and more on his balls and cock, mouth filling over and over with his cum – he was a real fountain. As another hot bitter wash of cum spurted out in my mouth, I felt my orgasm start to rush out of me. He pushed down on my prostate hard, and I shuddered, beginning to cum, "YOU CUM TOO JOE, I FEEL YOUR NUT" Benny yelled out, and as I tried to swallow more of his cock, I began jetting cum up all over him, the bed, my mouth muscles almost cramping around his hairy cock and balls, my ass on fire from the fingering. I couldn't get enough of Benny, and he was panting and gasping for breath, fingers out of my ass, and hugging me suddenly, "Joe Joe Joe!"
I was still cumming as I pulled my hand away, my cock now buried in the fur of his chest, his ribs heaving as he gasped for air. I humped and rubbed my sensitive cock against him just loving the feeling of his carpet against me as he squeezed me tighter, when I suddenly became aware I was almost crushing his hard cock and balls in my mouth. As I gently let let his cummy hairy balls drop from my mouth, I felt a final jerk of cum shoot out of me into his fur. It was sweet listening to him bark out "Oh" with each ball popping out. I didn't want to hurt him! Then, I pulled back off his hairy cockshaft, slurping up the remainder of his cum as I backed off. I rubbed his furry round belly and pubes against my face, and pushed my head between his legs. We lay together again, my head on his thigh, his on mine, kissing and gently biting my legs like I was going to be eaten up.
Pulling at me after a few minutes, he got me again with my back against his furry mat, arms around me, and began snoozing, and after having gotten off, so did I finally. I woke up suddenly, still in Benny's arms, light in the window. Turning over and kissing him, he hugged me closely, a slight morning hardon, but I knew I had to get to San Antonio or miss some of the rodeo. I got another huge pitcher of water in the kitchen and drank it down, wondering where everyone was. In the living room Todd and Maine were passed out naked on the floor, quite dirty. All the trucks were still there outside. Rodolfo was asleep on the couch. I walked over to the campfire area, and there was everyone, naked, and passed out on the ground sleeping like dirty babies. What a mess. I got to the kitchen, and found a coffee maker, and made a couple of cups, taking one into Benny.
After I offered Benny a ride back to Austin, I got dressed to clear out, retrieving all my stuff still in the dryer, and I heard shouting in the living room. Todd and Maine were furious, wanting to know who spiked the drinks. They, as all the rest of the guys, had passed out around 10pm, and they were wailing about having missed "hours of cocksucking time!" Rodolfo looked miserable but then shouted at them about tying up Jim. Todd looked sheepish. Benny loved my car, and with such a beautiful morning – unusually cool for July – I put the top down for us. We sped off through the dusty road and forest, Benny holding my hand. The forest was just beautiful, sun slanting through - it was like 6am – and I realized that driving to Austin was completely the wrong direction to go to San Antonio. I tried to get Benny to come to the Rodeo with me, but he couldn't, I really wanted to spend the day with this hot horny hairy pocket bear.
In the city, which was dead silent on a Sunday morning, we stopped for breakfast at a restaurant just off 4th Street near, where he lived. Benny was so affectionate, and ended up trying to hold hands through the entire meal. If I thought Bastrop was a mess – it was worse on east 4th Street Austin at 7am Sunday morning - dregs of the prior evening's music and beer fueled street life. I felt so ordinary, and normal suddenly, dad with a big white beard with a hot Syrian bear half his age holding hands. I gave Benny my number, telling him if he ever needed ANYTHING, if he was in trouble, call me, I'd do my best to help. His big greenish-brown eyes got very shiny and wet, "Joe, why you so nice to me?" he asked, and hopped around to my side of the couchlike diner seats and gave me a big sloppy kiss, saying "You must go, or are late!" Sigh. I left, thinking I had to hurry, and ended up stopping to piss every half hour on the drive to the fairgrounds in San Antonio. Fuck! I the gym!
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About the Author: texbearjoe
texbearjoe began his notorious writing on usenet via soc.motss in the '80's and evolved with internet through the subsequent decades with twists and turns on websites, blogs, published books, private and public social networks, and virtually every avenue possible for new media. He's visible with photos and videos, and very chatty on bigmusclebears.com as well as texbearjoe.tumblr.com, and you may contact him directly at texbearjoe@gmail.com or through texbearjoe on the growlr app, and you can follow him @texbearjoe on twitter.
These stories are quite literally diaries of his experiences, though per disclaimer, names, places, and events may have been changed to protect the innocent (or the guilty). He is, indeed, co-incident and identical to the main protagonist in his writing, which perhaps gives them their unique flavor. One day, when you will least expect it, you will meet him in his travels.