Road Trip Texas: Odessa
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.
eBook collections are available on Amazon.com, apple iTunes store, and Nook, search for `texbearjoe' on each site to find the updated list of publications.
I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances I have changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties, occupations and places of residence. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All photography of texbearjoe © 2015 by C.C. Brooks, ccbrooks79@yahoo.com
Dry. I felt parched driving from Lubbock to Odessa, and to be honest I had a bit of a sunburn from playing with Izzy out in the middle of the day -- on my ass! I must have stopped three or four times to recharge my bottles of water and piss, it was fun -- little gas stations along the way, it was nice not being on big freeways for a change. Izzy texted me twice along the way, I think we really got along incredibly well, we're still in contact thought Lubbock is hard to get to for me, we do rendezvous in Palm Springs. Explosive. I'll let it rest at that. As I got near Odessa, I saw the phrase Permian Basin -- I was coming back into oil country from prairie farms, and like a crazed Sheldon Cooper -- and I with nothing to occupy my mind I started running through geologic eras in my mind, and reviewing features of the Permian (and where was Permia, really -- Russia?) Era -- one land mass, Pangea, mass extinction, until I could not get it out of my head.
I had to turn on the radio again. There was a super-convenient kind of "Odessa Booster Club" sign as I entered the city -- small -- that told me all about the Globe Theatre, a reproduction of Stonehenge, and other somewhat bizarre features of the town. I loved it. Stonehenge, of course, was smaller -- I was duly notified as I walked through it that the stones were not as tall as the original. I thought, "If you're going to go to all the trouble of moving 20-ton rocks around, why not go add three feet to the height?" It mystified me. I hung out for a while, thinking that I needed to get a new teeshirt -- besides washing clothes -- a 250lb bodybuilder walking around in a skin-tight shirt looked more and more out-of-place, I felt more monolithic than the rocks. I got some lunch at a diner where I noticed that the guys running the place were, well, very gay.
Sweet and a bit fussy gay, in a way -- so gay that only a gay man would notice; straight people would just think eccentric. I chatted with them, and they were very Texas friendly, and I could help twitching occasionally with my pecs flexing. I do try to keep it under control, but it was irresistible to see Ed & Dan's faces. Then I had to see the Globe Theatre. I thought of Umberto Eco -- "Travels in Hyperreality," since I discovered that the original Globe Theatre in London burned down, and the reproduction there was modeled from the reproduction here in Odessa. It's a copy of a copy of a copy... I didn't really like the book, BTW -- I like the Madonna Inn in California ("as though Busby Berkeley and Albert Speer had a baby"). I don't think Eco could tell the difference between really bad taste and "Simulacra" (as Beaudrillard wrote). Remember 'semiotics' -- it was more than Dan Brown.
I had a very strange feeling of being at the "Teatro Olimpico" in Vincenza by Palladio, it all seemed so teeny-weeny and cramped. I got out, and wandered around looking at strange rabbit signs around the city, and decided I needed to get away from people next, everything was too kitchy. Then, check oil light comes on in my car. I went into a gas station, and checked the oil dutifully, and put in two quarts. Now, I've not revealed before, but I'm very absent-minded when I get focused too much on an idea, and I started wondering if the oil I was putting in my car came from an oil well not 100 yards away from the station, and how it all connected back to the Permian. Naturally, when I took a piss in the gas station, I looked in the mirror and found that my shirt was filthy from oil from my hands; as I added oil to the car I was oblivious to putting on plastic gloves or anything. Now I had to get a shirt.
In what has to be the best juxtaposition ever, a Wal-Mart Supercenter was just next to the Stonehenge, so I drove back into town, heading towards "University of Texas of the Permian Basin", and drove past the high school stadium featured in "Friday Night Lights". Walmart, Football, Globe Theatre, Rabbits, and Stonehenge in Odessa. I mean, what more could you want. A tribute to Eisenstein? I walked in the store and met the greeter, and headed towards teeshirtland. I had only been in a Wal-Mart when I was in Tennessee taking care of my Mother when she had Alzheimer's. Other stores went bankrupt - kind of wiped out, and that was it. It was too big -- disorienting. I suddenly found I was shopping for a gun -- I didn't know there were than many kinds of guns. That's when I noticed the oil guys -- or they noticed me.
Buying indestructible clothes (and guns), sunburnt, caps, slightly sweaty-greasy, and staring at me -- me also sunburnt, slightly sweaty, definitely greasy, and 250lbs of muscle bobbing around. I got the 'nod', and cheerfully said 'Hi' as I walked by the rig workers, and they acted stunned. I continued to stroll through the store trying to home in on the cheapest possible teeshirts, when I bumped into more 'young dads' I call them. I was sorting through teeshirts finally when a guy and his buddy said, "Can I take your picture?" That was unexpected. I said "Uh, sure -- why?" "I want to be like you - your size" the first guy said, then the second finished his sentence "When I'm your age buddy!" and each of them posed beside me and took cameraphone pictures. I always assume everyone's the same size as me, until they get up close. 21" arms are so much bigger than even these guys' arms -- they weren't skinny -- but still.
"Do they have a changing room?" I asked and my new buddies didn't know, so I risked it and took off my shirt there in the aisle, and tried on a plain white teeshirt. I chatted away as they kind of stood mouth open, "Any good gyms here?" as I tried to get the teeshirt back off without ripping it. "There's a couple good ones here," Bobby began, then Luke said "in Odessa. Come to World", "Cool, I like that chain." I said, trying on a tank top this time. "Man, what do you weigh?" Bobby asked, the younger one, he looked about 22-23. "Two-Fifty on a good day." I said, trying to get the tank-top off now, which was going to be impossible. Another dad was there with what looked like an eight-year-old watching. I ripped the bottom seam, unfortunately, "Oops" I said tucking the shirt back in its plastic bag. I found some shirts with lycra in them (thank god) but only white, and put on one. Success. And guys in hunting gear watching.
"Are you that guy from American Chopper?" one asked. "Just a Daddy," I said shaking my head, then realizing I wasn't a Daddy, I was what looked like a fantasy Dad and thought about Stonehenge being a simulation of Stonehenge. I put on my greasy grey shirt (and in tune with feeling distracted, immediately thought of Kipling's "great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees",) and shook hands -- so friendly! -- and wandered back to checkout, with Bobby and Luke walking behind me like puppies. They talked with themselves to one side, then as I walked back out, they came out after me and came up to me at my car. I felt stalked! I grinned, and said "What's up?" and Luke said they wanted to take me to work out at their gym with them. Bobby really couldn't get over staring me for some reason, and I suddenly had the feeling that there were no women at this Wal-Mart at all, or in Odessa.
"Sure Guys," I said, and held my hand out, slapped his in a shake, then Luke's, and said I'd be there 'round 5. Both of them had the biggest grin again, hands on hips, feet sliding on the ground nervously. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I shucked off my grey (greasy) shirt again, and put on a clean white one, and undid my pants to stretch the shirt corners under my underwear, then buttoned up again, buckling. Those guys, heart attack. It was 3pm now, I felt good, drove back to the diner for coffee and a snack, and some Creatine, talking to Ed and Dan. I guess I was just after 1st shift, because the diner was empty at lunch, but like Wal-Mart, around 3:30 guys were coming in. I told them about my day as they hovered over me, and I told them about my Texas trip, a bit. Now these two guys were popular, I've never seem more big affection given by roughnecks, every guy patted them, or gave a hug, and Ed and Dan introduced guys to me.
Something was going on, and I couldn't put my finger on it. After coffee, more iced tea, and an incredibly sweet cake, I went to the bathroom, and had the aha moment -- glory holes, and big ones. Daddy! I pissed and came back out, it was about time for the gym, and now I realized that Ed and Dan were kind of tag-teaming each other, disappearing now and then for 15 minutes. Hmm! I headed to the gym, and there were Luke and Bobby, waiting out front patiently. I had the strange feeling that I could have told them to do virtually anything, and they'd do it on the spot. They were really sweet. I didn't pay for entrance, and they first proudly gave me a tour of the gym, and then took me to the locker room. I was having an even more unnerving feeling that there were no women in Odessa, but well, that's an oil town. I took my clothes off to underwear, and the guys were very carefully undressing, but eyes glancing sideways like crazy, watching me.
I put on my skintight pants, tiny tank-top, and then reaching in my pants adjusted my cock and balls - they were being squashed. Luke gasped, looking away. It was getting comical. It was deltoid day for me, with abs, and the two men followed me around again. They kept talking to others at the gym, then shyly introducing them to me, it was like being a celebrity. The two guys kept finishing each other's sentences. And, I'll tell you, the pump you get is vastly improved with two spotters helping you with negatives. I also kept touching them to correct their workout, and at first they were jumpy, but they seemed to get to like a firm hand guiding them. I told them raunchy jokes the entire time, keeping them in a good mood up to the end. Bobby said to Luke, "Look at that!" when I did my final front-raises. All the muscles pop out in high definition, and you can see fine striation in the shoulders.
More than Luke and Bobby were watching but I'm of course chattering away as though nothing was happening, and helped Luke and Bobby work along with me, until they were really in pain from the workout burn. We headed to the locker room, and they boys came in after me. Stripping off my shorts and tank, I did some posing in the mirror, to see what they would do. Bobby stripped off his shirt -- he was pretty furry for a guy so young. He had a beautiful red-brown hair thing going, nice beard too. Luke was trying for a beard but it was patchy, he had a smooth, hot chunky body. They posed with me, almost touching me but not quite, asking about the mandatories. I told them it's better if they take off their baggy (incredibly ugly) trousers too, and showed them how to hold their legs to the side, or one out front, to increase the optical width and mass even during a shoulder or chest pose.
Baggy white shorts, not pretty, but I could see their hairy legs. And I simply put hands on them to correct their poses, which triggered the inevitable. Both of them were getting boners, blushing, and getting flustered, so I made fun of it -- "you know Luke," I began (he had the biggest basket) "there's a special wood they have in locker rooms." Luke looked curious for a moment, "Really?" "Yeah," I responded, "Peckerwood!" and I squeezed his big balls. Bobby turned bright red, laughing, and Luke blushed, and then lost it laughing, but getting harder. More guys came in to clean up, and carefully put towels around their waist and pulled underwear off underneath the towel. Of course, I took off my underwear, half-hard cock bouncing around, and looked for my towel. Bobby and Luke at this point gave up looking sideways, and just stared at my cock as I scratched my balls (well, they were itchy).
I put a towel over my shoulder and went and took a shower, then dried off back at the bench, Bobby and Luke, and a few other guys, just staring. "Your, your bottom part looks sunburned!" Luke finally said, and I dropped the nuclear bomb. "Well," I said, leaning down confidentially, "That's what you get for fucking a bear guy out in the sun yesterday. Damn hot!" Time came to a stop, he other guys in the room, continued their routine, but Luke just sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Bobby blushed down to his chest. "But it'll be ok, that was a nice cool shower," I continued, then looped the towel around my waist, and popped a double-biceps in the mirror for a second, watching Luke and Bobby whisper to each other. We all put our clothes on in silence, and I thought I had taken it too far, but Bobby and Luke said, "Daddy Joe, can we talk in the lobby?" I said sure as the guys zoomed out.
I met them in the front, getting my inevitable muscle milk and thinking about dinner. Bobby started, "Daddy Joe," he began, blushing, "You been nice as hell to us showing us your workout and letting us hang out." Luke nodded solemnly, "We want to take you to dinner," then Bobby said "But we don't know how to take you to a place to do gay." I thought that was an interesting idea. "Do Gay?" I asked. Bobby continued, "You're gay right," then Luke: "You like naked guys." I put my hands on their wide backs and leaned down. "Guys, you know Lady Gaga?" "Yeah," they both said, looking confused. "She was in Dallas, in a restaurant, and flirting with the waiter. He said 'Miss Gaga how would you like your coffee?' and she said, 'I like my coffee like I like my men.' The waiter said, 'Honey, we ain't got no gay coffee.'" Luke and Bobby stared at me after that hoary joke, and burst out laughing again, breaking the tension. "I'm happy to go wherever you want, don't worry about me."
Luke and Bobby looked at each other. There was something more than friendship. They talked for a bit and "Permian Basin" popped in my head again, and I began thinking about "Permafrost", and "Permanent", and then "Perm", and realized why the I didn't like the word "Permian" when Luke and Bobby started talking together, and got me agree to a good Odessa restaurant. They were so relieved I was ok with it, I decided they must be more like 20 or 21 years old, the fur made them look older, very sweet guys. The routine was now to follow them to dinner, then they would take me out to a cowboy bar, but I hesitated. I still didn't have a room for the night, so they agreed to follow me to a motel where I could check in and drop my stuff. My god, they carried my bag from the car for me to the hotel, and I got in a nice room, and they kind of stood there as I shaved and got ready for dinner. "Do Gay," I thought.
"What do you mean 'Do Gay'" I asked, and the boys looked at me uncomfortably, "You know" from Luke, "What gay guys like" from Bobby. "And what is that exactly," I said, grinning. Bobby and Luke looked at each other as I finished up shaving my neck, and said "Getting naked?" I said, "We were naked at the locker room." "Uh, jacking off?" I looked at them trying to find a nice polo shirt. "Don't tell me you guys have never jacked off together." "Oh sure," Luke said, Bobby turning bright red, but Bobby popped in, "But you don't date girls and stuff." I downgraded them to about 14 years old at this point, but I had to remind myself I was in the middle of the Texas Panhandle. "Date girls" I thought. "You guys have girlfriends?" I asked, shoes and pants sliding off. "Uh, no." Bobby said. I stood there in front of them in my shorts, "You don't want to jack off now, do you? I get horny after the gym."
Bobby, surprising me, rubbed the front of his pants, "I have some straight porn we can watch." That did the trick. The guys sat on the couch as I flipped the computer open, and they pulled down their pants, rubbing their underwear. This was very bizarre to me, but I put on something very trashy from xtube, and they pulled down their underwear. Luke, as I thought, had a nice big cock, which was very hard, standing straight up, and Bobby's was thick, bright reddish-brown hair, both uncut. Bobby hid his cock with his hand slightly, but as the video came on, and I sat in a chair by them, they began stroking very coyly. I took my shirt off, and slid my underwear down as the guys watched, breathless, and I flexed my quads. "Bobby, you're really hairy, can I feel?" I asked, and he kind of made a gurgling sound, I took for a yes. I stood up, and putting a hand under his arm got him to stand, and Luke popped up right beside him.
I felt Bobby's cock, squeezing it and popping his foreskin back, noticing that the video had stopped. I continued to slide his foreskin back and forth, "It's really hairy, you're a real bear aren't you." Bobby and Luke mumbled something, and I reached over to Luke's nice cock, "Look how long he is." I put his cock against mine, about the same length, sliding my shaft against his. I continued jacking the guys off, and said, "My cock's lonely." Bobby and Luke both grabbed my cock, and started jerking it roughly, and I said, "Bobby, look at me." He looked up, "Come closer." He leaned over, closer, and started breathing hard, and I leaned over and kissed him. He froze, but didn't pull away, and I said "Luke, here." Luke leaned over and kissed me, surprising me, and I squeezed and jacked both their cocks. "Guys, feel my shoulders." They reached out with free hands, and started squeezing my delts as I flexed them, muscles dancing under their hands and Luke said, "Hold on Daddy Joe!"
I dropped his cock as a few clear drops of almost-cum dropped out, and I told them to sit down. They did so, and I got their shoes off, pulling their pants off, and told them to take their shirts off. Two beautiful men sat there, big eyes, waiting to be told what to do, delicious. I sat back down, and said "Guys, stand in front of me." They jumped up, as I took hold of their cocks again, and started jacking them, and then I leaned over, kissing the head of Luke's cock, and licked the tip lightly. It was sweaty salty, but fresh, and I slid the smooth head against my lips back and forth as Luke shuddered and groaned. Same for Bobby, but I put the head of his cock in my mouth, and sucked on it for a second, listening to his "Ugh uh, uHHHH" as I rolled my tongue around. His cock was steel hard, and I could get a good suck going, up and down the shaft, savoring it. "Luke, kiss Bobby."
I squeezed both their cocks, and they started shaking slightly, "Go on boys, like I kissed you. I'm telling you now, go on. It's OK to kiss." Bobby closed his eyes and Luke leaned over, kissing him on the lips, then Bobby gasped, and his cock started shooting cum like a lawn sprinkler all over the fucking place. He let out a wail, and I got the juicy head of his cock in my mouth, feeling squirty after squirt shooting around inside my mouth. Immediately I was sucking down that river of cum as I saw him grab Luke's hand. Luke, of course was ready to pop anyway. I finished up my protein meal from Bobby as I squeezed Luke's responsive cock, making a circle with my thumb and forefinger. I grasped it at the base, and slowly pulled to the very tip, pulling a little of the foreskin out which I pushed my thumb into, making him shake again.
With a few more strokes, he was cumming for me, giving me another huge drink of juice, spurt after spurt in my mouth while they squeezed each other closer, and kissed again. Bobby turned into a board, every muscle contracted as I milked him, "S-S-Sensitive Daddy Joe," he hissed, so I rubbed my thumb over his wet cockhead, making it of course worse. Same treatment for Luke, and they started thrusting hips like they had a big hinge in their ass, shaking and wailing. I relented, seeing their arms around each other's waist, and told them to sit back on the couch. Bang! They really did what they were told to do. I sat on the edge of my chair as they caught their breath, and said "Sit here on my legs guys." They jumped up, and with Luke on my left leg, Bobby on my right. I put my arms around them, stroking their hard muscled bodies, feeling their fur -- tickling my hand on Bobby - as I hugged and squeezed them, "How was that?"
They both leaned down, and hugged me harder, head on my shoulder, "Aww, now! It wasn't so bad was it?" -- Both guys nodded no, Luke began "It was amazing. It felt," Bobby continued, "It felt right Sir. Can we do it again?" Music to my ears. I dragged them to the bed on the other side of the room, where we lay together -- more like me on the bed and both of them on top. They got crazy kissing me and feeling me, pecs and kisses all over my face while they rubbed all my muscles roughly, firmly, and excitedly. They were jacking off as they did so around the bed as I lay for a moment. Bobby and Luke jacked off together in front of me, kissing and hugging, and I made Bobby lay down with Luke on top of him. I spread Luke's legs, and they both got incredibly nervous, chattering, then I kissed Luke's ass, scratching his cheeks with my beard, and quickly, before he was aware, licked his asshole.
He dropped on Bobby hard enough to knock the breath out of Bobby, "What was that!" I he yelled, flipping over. I pulled Bobby to the side of the bed by his legs, and twisted them flipping him over, and said "It was this!" and I started kissing his ass, while Luke looked on, shocked, and then before Bobby could do anything, pulled his cheeks apart and licked his asshole too. Very VERY furry! Bobby jumped away from me, and both men looked startled, confused, pleased, surprised maybe. I pulled Luke back over, and on his back, he watched quietly as I pushed his legs forward, giving me access to his ass, and Bobby was jacking off now furiously as I leaned down and started licking Luke's asshole. "Bobby, jack me off!" Luke begged, and Bobby jacked both of them as Luke moaned and went crazy. I was sucking and licking his lightly furred hole, then with a wet finger touched and circled his ass lips.
Luke was shuddering and groaning now, when Bobby wasn't kissing him, and he came again as Bobby was whacking away at his long shaft. Bobby immediately flopped on his back, his hands holding his knees back as Luke did, "Do me Daddy Joe!" and I pulled him towards me, and buried my face in that amazing furry crack licking and sucking him as Luke kissed and jacked off his friend. His hole was hard to get to, he had big hard ass cheeks, but I dug in, and started sucking on his ass lips as he let out a deep groaning wail. I pushed a wet finger in slightly, feeling him shudder, and he told Luke, "Squeeze harder, I'm gonna cum!" I pushed my wet finger deep into his anus all at once as he began yelling, Luke suddenly stopping it with his kisses and another sprinkler fountain of cum flew out of his cock all over my face and Luke's hand and arm. "Oh, Oh my goodness!" he finally said, Luke leaning back, "That felt, that was..." and Luke continued, "But it's not dirty?" "No not at all."
Luke circled around the bed, looking at Bobby's asshole, and I told him to touch it. He reached out, and touched it like it was a pit viper, or would explode, then I took his hand, and bend his finger and pushed it in his mouth, as he looked horrified, then suddenly blank. "It don't taste like nothing," he said, and rubbed Bobby's asshole this time a little harder. Bobby jerked back, "Oh," and pulled back, "That feels so," "Funny" Luke said. "Luke," I began, seeing the two guys snuggle closer, kiss Bobby's peckerwood. That was kind of the final straw, Luke gyrated around on the bed so Bobby's cock was facing him. He took it carefully in his hand, and pulled the hardening meat to his lips, and kissed the tip. He opened his mouth very wide and put it in, just sort of laying it inside. "Luke, honey, suck it. Don't put it to bed." Luck closed his lips around Bobby's cock and moved his head slightly, clearly frightened in the new sexual territory.
Bobby however was bolder, and simply grasped Luke's long one and pulled it to his face, and started making loud slurping sounds. The boys were descending into a kind of sexual oblivion with each other as I watched, desperately trying to make each other happy, patting bodies gently, sucking on the cock, and occasionally looking at each other. I was kind of a third wheel, and went in the bathroom to clean up. I had decided to leave the two alone and go back to Ed and Dan's for dinner. I took my time, and when I came out, they were both still at it, quickly getting better at sucking. I stroked Bobby's head and he looked up at me, smiling, cheeks wet with spit and sweat, his beard wet, Luke's fat drooling cock in his hand. "Guys," I began, "I gotta eat, let me tell you what to do." I told them to stay in the room and play for a while, and if they got tired of cumming, meet me at Ed and Dan's and they could get some real food.
They nodded, eyes big, and as I approached the motel door, I heard the moaning and slurping start again. Honeymoon. I got to Ed and Dan's diner around (I can't remember the name) 9pm or later I think, not realizing how long I had played with the boys. The diner was a little dead, and I had a nice clean dinner -- careful to tell them to tone down the carbs and salt, and left room to enjoy a few beers. I was getting ready to leave when Dan told me to wait a little while, I might like the shift crowd coming in at 11. I realized I had to wait for Luke and Bobby, so I relaxed, and had another beer and talked to the guys more about Odessa. Around 11.15 then guys came in, as they had at 3pm. Big oil roughneck kind of guys, "Permian basin" kind of guys -- that damn word bounced around in my head all evening. I decided it sounded much better to think of the men coming in as "Permen" -- like "Mermen", only sexier.
I kept seeing guys go into the bathroom and simply disappear, so I decided -- beers add up -- to go in and see for myself. Ok, guys -- there were no shy men. From the moment you walked in, there was a big daddy getting sucked off by another man in a stall -- door not even closed. I don't know why I worried about glory holes! Really hot big bluecollar Texas guys, shocking really. I was pissing away with some sidling up to me by the urinal, looking over at my meat, and muttering to each other, staring at my shoulders. I stood back slightly, stroking my dick in the age-old way men show off to each other, and finally one latin-looking guy put his cap on backwards and squatted down in front of me. I love a trained cocksucker. This guy took hold of my cock at the base, and started kissing and licking the head, squeezing gently, then popped the head into his mouth. A few guys around us dropped trousers and pulled out all sorts of meat -- thick & average, long & short, and were jacking away.
I took my shirt off and tucked it in my back pocket, and then undid my belt so I could drop my trousers and get my underwear down. My sucker loved it -- reaching with a hand to squeeze my ass and push me closer. He had been inching down on my shaft, slurping and enjoying it, head bobbing slightly as I felt my cock electrified by the vacuum in his mouth. He got further and further in, when I felt the fairly sensitive head of my cock hit his throat. He grunted, and adjusted his cap again, and holding onto my thighs, pushed his face down on my cock, grunting, until my cock hit his larynx and extinguished all sound. The crowd murmured, jacking off more quickly, and my sucker paused, gagged slightly, but then pushed his face all the way to the base, lips locked against my groin. "Fuck, that's gotta taste good," one guy groaned, and spread his legs, squirting cum on the tile floor.
My sucker was doing wonderful things with his throat, and he pulled back slightly, popping my cock out of his throat hole, then back in, back and forth -- you could see a little twich to his head each time his throat resisted, then my cock shoved in. I reached out to a furry short cock to my side and started pulling on it, attached to a beautiful furry guy with a nice belly, and likewise to my left with a tall rangy guy, nice long thin cock, beautiful dark brown skin. I was enjoying jacking them as I felt someone stroking my chest and nipples. Quite a scene was developing with more guys circling around, and I realized that I still hadn't cum since Bobby and Luke! My legs shook slightly with some amazing sucking and tongue action by the guy kneeling in front of me who was really going to town -- grunting and slobbering on my cock, deepthroating over and over forcefully.
Suddenly my right hand was full of cum from the furry guy as he bucked and groaned, not squirting but definitely streaming a flood of hot white sperm which covered his cock and got in his pubes. That really pushed me over a bit, and I grunted out "here it cums stud", and with that, he again pushed his face on my cock, lips against my groin, and began swallowing -- throat muscles milking the head of my cock. The good old fucking cum feeling rose in my balls and groin, and before I knew it, I was shaking and uncontrollably fucking against his face, pumping my own hot cum right down his throat into his belly. "Thass it Daddy", my guy on the left said, and as I jerked him harder, his snaky cock hardened, and he blurted out an "Oh LORD". His thin cum started spewing out all over the guy in front of me who was beginning to retch on my still shooting cock, and sperm flipped all over the floor, him, and my legs.
And he didn't stop! He held onto my shoulder as I continued to milk him, and another guy or two behind my sucker lost it on the floor. Slowly, slowly my sucker pulled back, and then holding my cock, worked to milk the last spermy drops out, licking the tip as I shuddered and guys started walking away. He hadn't even jacked off! I held onto the urinal for a moment, catching my breath, and then put my shirt back on, pulling pants up and realizing I smelled like a sperm factory. Guys patted me on the back on the way out, nodding to me, and back at my table, Dan laughed at me, "that was a long piss!" he said. "Yeah, it came out white in the end." "Oh my!" and some guys laughed. I sat back down, and ordered a big dessert and more water and ice tea, and the restaurant continued to fill with big bulky guys, some bearded, some not, all sorts of different looks. Dan talked to many of them, and looked back at me, and I felt like the next menu item to the Permen. Then he walked in, my twin.
Looked a lot like me, huge shoulders and meaty frame, white-blond beard, blue eyes, small waist, and as he walked by, we locked eyes. I knew we were going to play. Just knew it. Dan sat him behind me, and "Pete" leaned back to say "Hell, I thought I was big!" I laughed and put my hand out to shake, when two more smaller Pete's sat down beside him, sons, or buddies, or something. I was instantly horny shaking his big hand, and decided I needed to take another piss after I heard them order. As I headed towards the bathroom a few guys jumped up and headed behind me. I went down the hall, in the room, unbuttoned and started pissing again when Pete showed up right beside me, "You look familiar." I told him to look in a mirror, which he did, laughing. He looked down over the partition, "Yep, big all over." He said, stepping back himself.
He wasn't pissing -- he was getting a beautiful meaty cock to stand straight out from his worn-out jeans. I stepped back further, and reached over to stroke his shaft -- hot, nice mushroom head, and cut. He undid his belt, very comfortable with the men around us who had started jacking off, and slid his pants and jock down, and I saw that huge furry ass come out -- blond-brown fur! "Ohhh," I moaned, and pausing his jacking stroked his bubble ass, "You've got me beat there!" Pete grinned, and turned slightly, backing his ass up against my cock. Talk about a clear signal. I crouched down, jacking off, and buried my face in his ass. I licked and licked the fir, which sprang into tiny wet curls, and wormed my way to his hot inferno-like asshole. He was sweaty from a day of work, and it smelled great as I rimmed and got his asslips almost between my teeth.
I suddenly felt a tiny bit crushed with the guys around us, so I turned Pete around, and reached back up between his legs, impaling him on my wet middle finger. Pete loved it, and presented me with a pearl of precum on his thick cock. I licked it off, pressing his fat cockhead into my mouth. He was so hairy, it was like a bowl of fur in his crotch with a nice fat 6" cock right in the center. I pressed his cock further into my mouth, filling it easily, my face engulfed in all his fur, sucking away and jacking myself, working his hole. "Pa" I heard, and looked up -- one of the guys with him was at the door, cock out, and unworking his belt. Pete bent further over, his massive furry belly pressed on his face as I was surrounded by his flesh -- cock in my mouth, balls on my chin, thighs on either side of my face, and his belly on top, and I felt like I couldn't control my orgasm at all at this point -- it was an amazing feeling.
I sucked and bobbed my head into him when I felt my hand pulled away, so I pulled on his balls as I felt a shaft slide into his ass -- a big mushroom head, and veiny rod. His Son! "Toby", Pete said, "go easy!" Well, that didn't work and I felt Pete's cock rammed deep into my mouth over and over as Toby shoved his father forward against me. I wondered if it really was his son when I heard "Daddy Joe", and looking back, there was Bobby! He was jacking off watching me, and I continued my suck, feeling people pull against me as Bobby made his way over, aggressively. Bobby leaned down, jacking his cock, and felt the cock in my mouth, my beard, my muscles under my shirt, in awe. Not a moment later, of course, Luke was there also, feeling me up as others tried also, and I was getting a bit shoved around with the crowd. I pulled on Pete's balls harder, and realized that he was going to cum soon as I felt them pull up. So was I!
I began grunting, and the moment I tasted Pete's cum -- he was an creamer, not a jetter -- fill my mouth, my own cock began jets of sperm all over the slimy floor. Luke was beside me now, brazenly sucking Bobby's cock, and doing a good job (after three hours of practice!) I heard Toby grunt and catch his breath, and slam one more time in his Pa, and we all stood there, as he pumped Pete's ass full of his cum. It was amazing as I reached up and felt the shaft in his dad, who was bent completely over, holding onto the urinals. I reached up and felt Bobby's huge cumfilled balls, and he whimpered "Daddy", and that was it for him too. "Show me Luke," I said, "open that mouth." Luke opened his mouth with Bobby's furry cock laying on his tongue, and not a moment later Bobby's balls pulled tight and he began shooting jet after jet of cum on Luke's mouth and face, the men around us all going crazy to cum now.
I was really getting crushed, and as Bobby finished, I reached up to try to pull myself up. Pete put a meaty hand under my armpit, pulling me up as he straightened up, and I stood, shaking myself and rubbing a little as the crowd moved back. Pete leaned over to kiss, but at the last minute veered to one side, and put his cheek on mine patting my back. Bobby and Luke were staring at me with big eyes as I rinsed in a sink nearby, and stomped back to the table, Ed and Dan smirking. It was all a hell of a lot of fun, but I wanted to get out of the crowd of Permen, as sexy as they were. Luke and Bobby finished eating and finishing each-other's sentences, and around 12:30 am the place was clearing, and I told the boys "Goodbye," and we exchanged numbers. I squeezed Pete's shoulders behind me as his son looked on hungrily, and I leaned down. "That your real boy?" I asked, and Pete grinned. "That yours?" I drove past the fake Stonehenge and the movie version of a High School sports stadium back to my motel, thinking I need to get out to "real nature!"
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.