Road Trip Texas: Vol 3 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Well, I must have downed a gallon of water at Pine Springs when I got to the Nature Center, and my stomach was growling badly, 9am and I was due in to El Paso at noon at the best. I got back on the road, and ended up at a Denny's restaurant "always open" along the way, and I gave up and had a huge American breakfast, blowing my diet for the year. I drove and drove on, it must have been four hours or more, and got to El Paso around lunchtime. I drove south in the city, then cruised along the border with Mexico, and got hypnotized by what seemed to be literally thousands of small shops with knickknacks and small food stands. I really felt I was not in Texas anymore, except for the cowboy boots. I ditched my car, and started walking along the area, which was wonderful – it smelled fantastic, and everyone seemed so young, and the atmosphere was crazy fun. I really needed to shower, shave, cleanup, but I walked along nevertheless.
There are two things that always get my attention – when I was a kid; I had a marionette, which was a Mexican man, black moustache, pink tie, and sombrero. Now they are 'vintage', but of course I saw them now and then along the way, talk about memory late. The other thing are Loteria cards, I'm crazy for the drawings on them, which are better for me than iconic Tarot drawings. "But wait, there's more" as they say, and I remembered rummaging through Olivera street decades ago in LA. "Papi" one guy said, staring at me, jet black eyes, straight hair, big moustache, in a small shop with the cards and other drawings. He was a bit shorter than me, big shoulders, very masculine. He came up to me, and I thought, you look a little like the Marionette. "Ta gusta las tarjetas," he began, and I interjected "Lo siento, No hablo Espanol." (I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish").
I knew he was talking about the cards, and he grinned, and pulled another deck out from under the counter, a sort of mildly dirty version of the cards – A crude drawing of a rod and he had a little rhyme with "verga" or slang for cock, a crude drawing of a butterfly (the mariposa) with a play on words for gay man. I knew enough Mexican Spanish... I found a card for "bear" wondering what that might be slang for, and I heard him say "Papi" again. He put his hand on mine for a flash, and I realized he was horny, and knew like it was blindingly obvious I was gay. And he was very handsome. I used a universal language not with my chin to the back of the shop, and squeezed my crotch, winking. Shameless. "Jose," I said, pointing at myself, "Eduardo" he said, pointing to himself, and he ran to the front and locked the door, pulling the shade down.
He ran back, breathlessly, and I palmed the card deck as we went to the back of the tiny shop, and he felt my crotch, hesitantly, but suddenly more excitedly as he felt my big cock getting hard. I flipped through the card deck and put a card down with a picture of a whistle, which had to be slang for sucking. "¡Si!" he exclaimed. He put my hand on his crotch, and I squeezed his thick cock, and we both pulled our cocks out. Eduardo started stroking my muscles with one hand, and cock with the other as I started playing with his smooth brown uncut meat. He opened his shirt, almost smooth, bit of fur, but I was fascinated by how long his cock was getting. I pulled another card off the deck, and it was eggs, and he laughed and promptly pulled his balls out. Almost smooth, quite nice eggs really, and I had to taste him. I think he was shocked with the big pinche gringo got down and licked his nice balls.
He sighed, and spread his legs a little bit, and I sucked one gingerly in my mouth, playing with his shaft, then sucked the other. I licked the tip of his cock, worming my tongue under the tight foreskin which made him jump, then rolled it around, pulling the skin back, and his nice head bulged out under the tight skin. I slurped it into my mouth, sucking hard, pulling on his balls, and he suddenly grabbed my wrist, and pulled away from me, his balls very tight and ready to shoot after only five minutes. I stood up, and turned over another card, and on it was a lollipop and some phrase with "chupa", and he grinned, ready to suck me now – he bent down, and slurped my cock in instantly, swallowing it in one go. He pulled off quickly, took a breath, and began fucking his face on my cock. His throat was very talented, I had to say, and mouth – He hit all the right spots, and within minutes I felt electric ripples through my cock and balls.
He started slurping louder and louder, a nice sucking vacuum on my cock, and I loved seeing my cock slide in under his very black moustache. I thought for a moment, and then turned over another card... a pot of cream! Eduardo laughed and I crouched down again, sucking on his beautiful cock, and he began moaning. I felt the smooth skin slide over my tongue, his head pressing again and again back in my mouth as I wrapped my lips around the shaft tighter and tighter, tickling and feeling his balls, until they started rising up against him as he grunted. I tasted some precum, which goaded me on, and I began sucking harder, popping his sensitive uncut head in and out of my throat, until he let out a big "Ahhh!" and suddenly I had a mouthful of hot cum – an oozer, not a shooter, but lots came from those big balls, as he swayed and emptied them out for me to slurp on.
I grabbed the shaft, sucking harder, which actually got me a few more rounds of sperm out of him as he gasped and tried to push back on me. "Aiee, Papi!" he then begged me in Spanish, pushing me off his beautiful meat. He let out a huge sigh as I stood up, and listlessly pulled on my cock, and taking cards off the deck reciting little phrases. I was good, hungry really, didn't need to cum yet. Eduardo put the deck of Loteria cards in my hand – I love guys after they cum, all business – and bustled me off to the front of the store, which he re-opened. I walked back into the bright, bright sunlight squinting, wondering what was next in 'store', so to speak, and I smelled something that made me literally drool after Eduardo's hot cock. I followed my nose down the street, and there was a food place, and it was Chile con Carne – I'd not had it in like forever.
There were tiny plastic tables and plastic chairs, but I decided to brave crashing to the ground and went in and sat down. The very young waiter looked at me, as did the cook, and he came over to take my order, somewhat nervously. He had a soft black moustache on his upper lip, big shoulders, small stature – maybe 5'4", a nice buzz-cut, tattoos here and there, and big liquid brown eyes. Bit skinny, but that was nice, and I looked at him and sat down. I know what women with big tits feel like – the guy just stared and stared at my tits and my arms in the tight shirt, and the guys behind the counter were mumbling and staring. I was literally perhaps twice as heavy as my poor waiter! I put the cards on the table, and turned one over and it had words like "El Pequeno Toro" with a grinning boy standing by a huge Minotaur – half bull, half man. So strange!
I turned over another card and there was "El Cantarito" with what looked like milk, but spilled beside it looking like sperm, and he whispered, "Where did you get these!" I laughed, and told him I wanted Chile con Carne for lunch. He sidled off, and not long I got an amazing chile and finger-scalding tortillas, and proceeded to eat. "Mister, you're so big!" He said standing there, and I flexed my bicep for him. I heard a burst from the kitchen, so I did a double bicep, and he said "OH!" and grinned walking off. I finished my light meal, reading my email and catching up – an entire day out of contact in the mountains! Magic! – and had to piss. I started to the back of the restaurant, and put my hand on my waiter's arm, squeezing him and asked if there was a bathroom. He blushed again, and said "Yes Papi", and took my hand, and pulled me to a room by storage in the back of the restaurant. And stood there.
I pulled my dick out, shy as a cat in heat, and I said, "You don't have to piss?" He flushed red again, and unzipped. You know how sometimes skinny guys are, look delicate, then they have a beautiful cock that hangs halfway down their leg. This was no exception. I reached down and grabbed his cock, pulling him over to me. He gasped, made no effort to do anything, and I played with his cock, skinning the foreskin back and forth as it got harder and harder in my hand. He had a slight curve to the left, bright red head when skinned, and just acted completely helpess. I jacked myself with my left hand which is awkward, and pulled him around so his ass was pressing to my groin, reaching around to jack him off, really just engulfing the guy. It felt spectacular – heavy in the hand, tight, and very hot. I spit in my palm and squeezed the tip of his cock, which made him shake in my arms, then got a tight grip at the base, pulling towards the tip slooooowly.
He trembled more and made squeaking grunting sounds as I pulled on the rubbery flesh, stopping again at the tip to run my finger around and around the groove. He grunted and gasped, again, and I held him tighter in my arms, my cock pressing up against his loose trousers. I swear it felt like his cock was half his body weight, and I reached around with my left hand and felt his smallish very loose balls, pulling on them slightly, rubbing them between my thumb and forefinger like a doctor. I was jacking faster, realizing it would be odd if he were away from the floor for much longer, stroking the silky brown skin, feeling the small fluff of fur at the base. "Hey Toro" I whispered in his ear, scratching it with my beard, and he started a "M M Mmmsiisster" shaking slightly as I felt his cock get harder. He had a thick vein running along the top, and his pisstube at the bottom was immense – I don't think I could get my hand entirely around it.
A long dollop of precum oozed out now on the toilet, and I popped the lid around and spun him around. Sitting down, I sucked his cockhead in my mouth which got a major cry out from him, and I heard murmuring behind the door. Now was the challenge. I pushed the smallish cockhead in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it gently, flicking up into the very deep groove at the bottom, the frenulum, to his cocktip. Sucking it back in, and holding his skin back, I slid more and more of the fattish shaft in my mouth, hoping the curve wouldn't stop me from getting it all in, and I felt more and more of the rubbery flesh push into my mouth, it was fantastic up to the moment I burped from the meal. I pushed his cockhead against my throat, and it easily slid in, and I realized I had only about half the shaft.
When his cockhead got further in, and I couldn't breathe, he started closed-mouth groaning and screaming, hand over his mouth, and I slid in and in and in until I felt my throat literally stretching. My god it was a long one, and fantastic cock, when he burst out "ah ah ah" and his cock got rock hard, twisting in my throat slightly from his curve. Then I felt the pulsing, bursts of cum shooting through his cock which was so deep in my throat I couldn't feel the spurts. I pulled out slightly which made him jump and squeal, and then I tasted the extremely bitter gush of his cream. Fuck it was great, I felt extremely trashy but fun there, and as he continued to spurt, I jacked myself, until I shoved him back in my throat again, choking completely on cock. That did it. I shot a huge load of juice on the dirty floor, gob after gob of cum feeling that horsecock stretch my throat, suddenly aware of Mexican music starting, seemingly to cover up the noise in the bathroom!
Sitting there, continuing to shoot globs of cum with his cock inching in and out of my throat until I had to breathe, I'll never forget the sensation, surrounded by cheap AM radio music and the smell of fried tortillas in his clothes. I gradually pulled out, my throat literally feeling like it was turning inside out with the pressure away, and he quickly bundled, almost folding his cock back in his loose pants, and grabbing the door, ran outside and slammed it shut. I cleaned up my cock a little bit, washed my face in the small sink, and came back out, the guys behind the counter in the kitchen looking at me in, I don't know – fear, awe? I got back to my table and my strange cards, and my waiter was no where to be seen, but there was a bill which I paid in cash with a big tip and struggled back out of the soft plastic chair to the irritatingly bright street.
I decided to walk back to my car and find a place to stay, gym, and wander through other parts of the city, but I had a bizarre feeling if I looked at another card, I'd have another wild sex romp. There's something about Tarot, and similar "crystal ball" readings (I am "Eroto, the Dirty Mind Reader" for Halloween at the house party) that you tend to want to make them come true. I got to the car, and couldn't resist, I looked at the next two cards carefully. One was a picture of a hairy bearded kind of crazy man with a big erect cock, and there was a phrase with "El Bárbaro" on it so I decided it was barbarian. The next card was a picture of balls – like marbles – and a phrase ending in "En bolas". Hmm. I put another down it was a "Calavera", but this skull was from the side, tilted back, jaw wide open, then I got "El Diabilito", with a handsome bearded red face with horns and a devlish expression.
Well, that was that, I couldn't connect there and then what the big secret of the cards was, so I got in and started heading towards the center of town where I heard there was a fairly nice restored hotel – "El Camino Real". All I can say at this point is, at that date, I should not have driven through downtown. It was a nightmare of construction work, which is a good thing economically, bad thing for traffic. I was still hungry, and fuming sitting in a four-lane-to-one-merge, which was enormously irritating, and looking at all the construction work. I saw another little restaurant which seemed to be some mixture of Caribbean and Mexican, with - miracle-of-miracles – a parking space I could see a block away. Inching forward, I got around a huge construction site and got rid of the car, and started to walk back, when a horn blasted and everything halted.
In front of me a crew streamed out of the site – nice chunky guys – and I stood and watched for a moment, when a very handsome daddy type walked out, and I wondered if I could Wolf-Whistle. It takes a lot to stop me in my tracks, but I did, and a bunch of guys were around him as they took off their green safety jackets and hats and put them in some sort of storage. First off, in his white teeshirt and nice brown skin, his fur – furry arms, furry up over his biceps and triceps. Second, a beautiful perfectly trimmed beard. Jet black hair shot through with some grey, in a flattop sort of cut, beautifully built – not muscular, but well-put-together, and Hot with a capital H. And, not a perfectly flat belly, a very masculine "real" belly. Just wow, and I stood there looking foolish watching him and his buddies and he looked at me and gave me the Nod. Kind of a "I know you know I'm handsome, Hi" Nod.
He looked me over a second, and still talking to the guys around him, nodded again. I nodded back, feeling like I was involved in some language I didn't understand, then he turned his head, towards the building site office. Looked at it, looked at me, looked at it again. Then the nod. Looked around to see if he was looking at someone else, then slowly walked towards the construction offices. He patted some of the guys around him on the back, pushing them along, then pulled at his crotch, adjusting, a sort of fake careless move since he was looking at me. He looked at the building office again, and me, and I walked past him, towards the office. He broke away from the group, and walked past me, then opened the office door, leaving it open, and walked on in. I don't need to be told twice.
I walked on in, and there was this amazing Latino dad face-to-face, looking me over – sweaty shirt, dirty jeans, boots, fur coming out everywhere, and he stood, silent, then said something in Spanish and adjusted his crotch, looking away. I walked up to him, and squeezed his crotch, as he did mine, and whistled, and grunted. He had a nice cock, getting hard, and I squeezed and massaged him, and we both undid our pants. He pulled his down, bad white underwear over furry legs, and up popped a very nice uncut cock. He pulled at mine, whistling again, and slid his rough hand from the base to the tip very slowly, talking to me, and then over and over as I jacked him off. Then I jumped a foot at a whistling sound, a walkie-talkie. He grabbed it, twirled a knob for a second, and then spoke a rapid staccato, laughing and looking at me, then let the side button go, and I heard a "Si" on the machine.
Putting it down, he continued to jerk me, then sat down in a broken-down swivel chair and took his boots and slid his pants off. He leaned forward and pulled his shirt off, fur springing out all over his sexy body, and I heard a door open in another room beside ours, and in came two guys. Ok, you have to get ready. About 5'8" and 5'7" like the guy with me, very furry, flattop hair, chunky, clearly been to a gym, incredibly handsome. And about 20 years younger. I stared at them, then back at the daddy, back and forth, and I looked at him and said "Really?" He broke a big grin, a tooth on the side missing, "Whaaa?" he said. "You no like?" and he pulled one of the guys next top him and turned him around and patted his ass. "Si, si, mis hijos, my boys Papa." I shivered. There's something about really taboo situations that jacks up my adrenaline two or three notches, and I noticed my hand was shaking slightly.
They all giggled speaking with each other, and Papa jacked his cock slightly, feeling mine, and feeling my muscles. "I wan watch you muscleman you fuck." Papa said, and he reached in a drawer of the desk, pulling out a bottle of hair oil. "Theeeen papa fuck." The two guys – 20's – stripped off their clothes in a very docile way, and papa walked over to me and got my cock nice and oily. He gestured to the older of the boys and the desk, talking to him, and he went over to the desk and cleared off a spot, and simply lay back, pulling his knees up. Even I can be a bit astonished, and Papa went over and slapped his boy on the ass, slightly too hard, and then shoved a greasy finger in his ass abruptly. His son's cock was a bit larger than his, hard as a rock, curved up over his belly, big loose balls hanging down – not so much fur – and he grunted almost painfully as his dad shoved a couple more fingers in his ass hard.
Dad pulled fingers out, and looked at them carefully, and wiped with a towel he pulled out from under the desk, that looked like it was clotted with dried cum. I heard him whisper something like "Calor" or "Caliente" to his sun as he rapidly finger-fucked the hole, then gave me the nod to come over. "Whaaat you weight?" Papa said, looking at his son, "He want biiig man to fuck." "250" I said, and I heard a groan from the boy on the table, "Papa si si!" and Papa got behind me and pushed my shoulders forward until I was standing right in front of his son. I started to push my cock in, but Papa sort of dived around me and grabbed my cock, then pushed it in his son himself crooning to him while the other brother stood there jacking off now. His hole was nice and loose, I have to say, and I pushed in that hot hairy opening easily.
Papa put his rough hand on the small of my back and shoved me, my cock drilling right up in his son to the hilt in a moment, and the boy gasped out loud. "He like rough Papi, nice culo for you." He started shoving me in and out of his son's ass, and I felt my shaft slide over and over deep in his gut, punching out any obstacles. Very hot fuck, I had to say, and after a moment, Papa stood back watching me, jacking off. He then shoved a finger back in his son, on top of my cock, pulling out, then shoving his thumb in and started grinding around inside his son to find the prostate, and almost meanly ground his thumb against it, getting a squeal and yell from the boy, as precum jetted up on his belly fur. He nodded at his other son, and said something and the boy stopped jacking off, and then strangely, Papa put his other hand on top of his son's groin, while he was grinding at the prostate and I was still fucking, and abruptly pressed down hard.
The poor guy grunted, and a tiny bit of piss drooled out, and Papa was ecstatic, squeezing his prostate and pressing down again and again while the boy grunted and howled on the table as I fucked him. Papi let go pressing down and gave me a huge slap on the ass, shoving me harder, and I was getting almost freaked out by the roughness, but the guy was just loving it, watching me and smiling on the table eyes lit up. Papa took his thumb out in one "slurp" sound, and I grabbed the son's hairy legs and started slamming in as hard as I could, moving my cock slow, then hard, and slapping my groin against his hairy ass – I was afraid I was bruising his balls I was slamming so hard! Papa was jacking off, intently, shoving fingers in his boys ass now and then as I fucked, then said something to the other son, who also pushed fingers around the hole while my cock was inside.
Dad kept looking at his fingers, then wiping them on a towel, and looking where he wiped – blood, shit? He said something again, then pushed against the front of my hips, popping me out, and then grabbing his sons legs, sliding him to the edge of the table, shoved his cock in and slam-fucked him even harder. The boy's cock was flailing all over the place now, drooling a non-stop stream of precum on his furry belly, then dad reached over and roughly grabbed his brother's neck, and pushed his face into his brother's cock, shoving it down a few times to get the message across. I stood there jacking off to the amazing scene, watching the brother now sucking while the Papa was fucking, his furry ass contracting and bouncing with each thrust. He was speaking in little bursts now to the son, then pulled the brother away by the neck, putting one leg up on the dirty chair, and pushed his son's face in his ass, rubbing it around.
His bursts of talking now matched his erratic fucking, and then abruptly he halted, deep thrusts into his son, and he quickly started jacking the boy off dropping the legs wide, shoving his thumb back up his ass and roughly grinding away as he wailed filling his son's ass with cum. A moment later, the son started shooting cum all over his body and desk, groaning, his hands clenching to his side at what had to be a monumental orgasm. Papa pulled out, and looked at his asshole carefully, then with the crusty towel wiped his still cummy cock, and carefully wiped his son's hole. He felt all over to find a semi-clean spot on the towel, then pushed down hard on his son's groin again, spurts of cum shooting back out the hole as he wiped it up. He held his hand out, and the boy grabbed it, and got pulled off the desk in a clearly well-oiled routine, and the other brother lay down.
Chubbier than the younger one, still very handsome, very hairy ass, he looked at me with wonder as his father shoved wet fingers up his ass too – his elbow flying back and forth as he finger-fucked his son's hole, prepping him for fucking. Dad looked at his fingers again carefully, slapped his son's ass and wiped his hand, pulling me back over by my cock. He carefully put me back in his second son's hole, and the moment I was inside, I knew this one had not been fucked very much. He was very tight, and grunted with each of my movement. Dad pushed me in just like he had the other, deeply, and watched as I fucked. The boy's hands moved up, holding my arms, and he leaned forward to feel my muscles, squeezing me all over. "Break me big man," he said, "be my Muscle Papi!" and his Papa said something that silenced him.
Then it all stopped, Dad pulled me back and got his son to get on the floor. The other son pulled his brother's legs back, his hairy asshole now pointing straight up, and Papa gestured to me to dive onto the son, sort of. I wasn't clear. "Luchador, si!" Papa said, growling and trying to look fierce. I got it. Mexican wrestler. I dove onto his son, who yelled with 250lbs landing on top of him on the floor, breathless, and I wrestled his wrists down, Papa hissing "Si, si" in front of me, his handsome bearded face scowling as he began jacking off again. He came around quickly, and crouching down, grabbed my cock and maneuvered it into his son's asshole, so on top of squashing him, wrestling him down, I was now slamming into his asshole as he whimpered and struggled underneath me.
Papi was looking demonic, jacking off watching is son fucked fiercely under the bodybuilder, he kept circling around us feeling me and his son, and I kept an eye on his son's face – he was in ecstasy – as I became rougher and rougher. Dad then shoved fingers in his boy's ass again, rummaging around for the prostate – awkward with me on top – and jammed and played with it hissing words at him. The other brother was getting hard again, astonishingly, and then I heard a door slam. I saw next to me another guy, about Papa's age, grinning. He didn't do more than pull a cock out, jacking off watching the scene, and I nodded to him. Stepping over, he let me suck on his semi-soft cock as I slam-fucked. He grabbed my head, and as his cock got harder, and slid towards the back of my mouth, I felt Papa pull him away and shove his own cock in my mouth – not hitting the back of my throat, but nice and full in my mouth.
He began skull fucking me and frankly, this was doing it for me – the other brother now kneeling in front of the guy to suck his long smooth cock, Papa feeding me, and I started grunting. Pressure built in me, and an explosion was slowly starting, when Papa held my face and suddenly roughly yelled at me, banging his cock hard and then globs of cream shooting in my face. I shuddered with the taste, then my own orgasm started, and I actually felt faint – I was streaming weak cum like pissing into the boy – shit, I only came a half hour earlier, I'm not superman – while Papa continued to feed me small globs of sperm. He abruptly let me go, stepping back and huffing and puffing, while we all watched the other brother's face and throat getting reamed out.
The man pulled his mouth off after a few minutes, and started jacking, clearly wanting to get finished, and in moments, he shouted and yelled things at the boy, coating his face and beard with thick ropes of semen, rubbing his cock all over spreading the sperm, then tucking his wet cock back in his baggy clothes. I got off the boy on the floor, who had cum all over his belly, and was laughing as his Papa probed around his ass, fingers in and out with my cum, then wiping off on the same towel (my mind was almost paralyzed thinking both how long it had been since it had been washed, and how much cum was on it) his boy's ass, and he went through the same routing of pressing on his groin as though that would push all the cum out. I sat there for a moment trying to collect my wits, remembering I was hungry, and then Papa rushed over to me and wiped my cock with the same yellowish towel.
OK, I had to get to a hotel to wash up now. All the men together got their clothes on, talking excitedly, and I left behind them, all graciously saying "Thank you very much sir" and I headed back to my car. I paused and then asked Papa where the hotel was, and he wrote directions – very close – on a scrap of paper with a thick carpenter's pen. An hour later, all my shower babies washing down the drain as I soaped residual cum off my cock, and seated at a stunning domed restaurant in the hotel, I laid the pack of cards on the table, wondering if I should look at the next couple of images. I knew it was all just playing tricks on my mind, but I put the cards back. I took a drive through the Mission trail, which was actually quite beautiful – I had no idea they were there, and so, I don't know, literal – beautiful buildings, simple, plain, looking like they were drawings. Drawings on Loteria cards.
I wondered what would be next as I drove along, and was starting to obsess on it. Back at the hotel I had a coffee and stared at the pack, saying "yes", "no" in my head, then like an idiot, I turned cards over. I got three very mild cards this time – so I thought. "El Soldado" was a shirtless man in fatigues, "El Pollon", which was a man with the outline of a huge cock down his leg. That was humorous. "El Mamada" was a picture of lips, I had no idea what that meant. "El Melon" was very suggestive, looked like a very round ass, "El Mundo" was a huge bodybuilder with a globe on his shoulder. "El Barril" was a very stout grinning man. "La Mano", a picture of a hand, but it looked like there was cum in it. Hmm. It was early evening now, my coffee had jazzed me up, so I decided I was in good shape for the gym, dinner, then plan tomorrow.
I kept reminding myself I wasn't in Polanco, where I had visited in Mexico City, but in Texas as I went back out and slowly drove through the construction zone. Checking in at the gym, I was surprised at how nicely designed it was. I got dressed out, and started working out and immediately a bunch of guys wanted to know where I was from. We got to talking, and I learned they were from Fort Bliss. I got goose pimples now meeting "the soldiers", and I wondered when I'd meet "El Pollon". Everyone was really friendly (and young!), and introduced me around as the Daddy from Houston, and one of the guys – "Perry" – really asked a million questions about my routine and food and whatnot, kind of following me around like a puppy. He was very sweet, with a nasal Boston accent. He had a bit of a belly, chunky all over, great shoulders and legs, wide shoulders, just kind of a fireplug, very very Boston.
He also had this kind of sweet trying-hard macho air about him. A few more years and he'd make everyone melt. I was standing doing hammer curls, finishing up, and Perry stood beside me doing the same as I showed him different ways, and I noticed he was staring at my grey stretch shorts. I thought "Don't stare at me" but my psychic signal didn't work, and instead, I started to get hard looking at his big hairy legs, and enormous ass. "I guess it's not true," he said, as I looked at him looking at my crotch, as he blushed. "What?" I said, and he surprised me, "Bodybuilders don't all have small dicks. Jesus, how big IS that thing?" "Oh come on," I said, adjusting my crotch. That did it. It started crawling down the leg of my shorts, and not wanting to embarrass everyone, I sat behind a bench, and heard two guys next to me giggle, and I heard the word "Pollon". Fuck, the card earlier was me!
Perry was hovering around me, and I was wondering strategically how not to walk across a gym full of guys, and a few women, with my cock bobbing around, so I grabbed a towel and kind of sidled to the locker room, Perry sidling with me. In the locker room, Perry promptly got his stuff and got next to my locker while I held my towel and notebook in my lap. Perry circled around a bit, and I thought, "Lets have fun". The gym did have a steam room next to the showers, and as I stripped off, Perry watched me like a hawk. "Man, your muscles are HUGE! You could lift anything." he said, completely unselfconsciously stripping, with a fat boner poking out from his shorts. I was Atlas in the "El Mundo" card. It was becoming uncanny. Perry took his shirt off, a big thick chest and belly with brown fur in swirls, and freckles – he was so pale.
He kept staring - it was like he wasn't even aware he was rock hard, and breathing hard, staring at my half-hard cock and my arms, back and forth like a metronome. I put my towel over my shoulder, all sorts of guys staring in surprise, or something, as I went into a shower and cleaned off, Perry doing the same. I had no idea where this was going to go. I went into the steam room next, and in an instant, Perry, who had wrapped himself tightly in a towel with his fat cock still sticking out comically, zoomed in and sat beside me. I unwrapped my towel, letting it drop on either side, my fat hard cock lolling out against my leg, and one guy left the room, the other two stayed, and Perry was blushing and breathing hard, practically leaning into my crotch. I sighed, and leaned back, closing my eyes. Nothing happened. Then I heard the unmistakable fwap fwap fwap of someone jacking off.
The door opened for a second, and the noise stopped, I heard someone sit and then 10 seconds later, two sounds of "fwap fwap fwap" started up. I felt air on my leg, and startled, cracked an eye. Perry was leaning so far over next to my cock, it was almost in his mouth, and just like in the locker-room, completely unselfconsciously drooling. I mean, just no nothing. Sex. Next to me there were three guys, two jacking each other off, and the third jacking off like a jackhammer, but almost silently. I flexed my cock muscles – I don't even know what they're called – and my cock lifted up and hit Perry in the mouth. One of the guys giggled, and Perry gasped. I did it again, this time it hit his lips. I flexed, and when my cock bounced up, it hit Perry in his open mouth, and tongue. I heard him squeak, straining almost, then a "fwap fwap fwap" from his direction.
I opened my eyes and said, "Whew, it's hot in here isn't it!" and slid off the tile bench onto the floor, spreading my legs and raising my arms, flexing, and rubbing my biceps and triceps. "Look at that Perry," I said, doing a bicep curl, then flexing my arm back made my triceps pop out. "My triceps feel funny, can you see if there are any knots?" I immediately felt bad, Perry desperately reached out and slid off the tile bench onto the floor, losing his towel in the process. He had a fat, cut cock, and my god, his ass was just unreal – high, huge, hard as a rock, and pale – his pubes were bright red, though his body hair and head hair was brown. "Whoa there!" I said, and lifted him to his feet. I clasped my hands behind my back, flexing my triceps, and Perry put his big hand on them, squeezing, his beautiful fat pink cock brushing against my hairy leg leaving a bit of slime.
The other guys just sat, hypnotized, as though they had never seen an exhibitionist before. Perry asked, "Am I hurting you?" as he squeezed, and I said, "Mister, you ain't a-hurting, that's tickling." The guys burst out laughing, and Perry squeezed more, feeling each arm, then my bicep. I turned to face him, offering him my biceps as my cock rubbed up against his. "Oh, sorry buddy. Looks like we both got hard from the heat." Perry was panting now, and since the steam room was about as warm as a Houston summer day, I started to feel very shameless. I was also thinking about getting back to the hotel and seeing what was in the cards next! I did a most muscular pose in front of him, rubbing my cock against his again, poking under his cock into his obscenely fat balls. "Hey Perry, how'd you get such great glutes?" I said, putting my hand on his shoulder and spinning him around. That ass.
"Can you flex them for me?" I asked, and he did, as each globe jumped up, rigid, pink, round, and slightly furry. "Fuck, I can't get mine to grow," I said, "Do you stretch your glutes and hams? Can you grab your feet?" The guys behind me snickered and then got silent as Perry reached down. His hams and huge calves stretched slightly, looking obscenely huge and delicious, and his ass spread slightly, his tiny pink hole winking between the huge luscious pale white globes. I know I'm pretty white, but this was the first time I looked at someone and thought "What a white man". "Wow!" I said, bending town to address him, "You are limber." And as I stood up, I totally accidentally brushed my cockhead against his asshole, and we could all see the goose pimples on his body. "Sorry buddy," I said, "My cock has a mind of it's own."
Perry started to straighten up, face red from the inversion, and I said "I'm going to have to make some steam room babies, to empty him out. I can't walk around like this." Perry breathlessly asked if he could help, and I said "Sure Buddy," and sat back down on the tile bench. Perry reached for my cock, and holding it gently, slid his hand back and forth, his hand actually shaking, when I noticed the ring. The guys next to me started the 'fwap fwap fwap' again, and I started talking, "It's funny to go into a steam room and see all the steam babies on the floor, wish they'd wash them away sometimes." Perry kicked in, "Yeah, back at the base you always see shower babies" then he giggled. I took Perry's hand and squeezed it a little more firmly on my cock, "I do a firm grip on myself." I declared. Perry was jacking me off a little awkwardly standing in front of me, moving his hand back and like he was operating a butter churn.
"Go on, you got two of them," I said, and he put both hands on my cock, hand over hand and now was really shaking. I flexed my chest a little bit, "That feels good buddy, thanks!" and Perry just sat there, mouth open, jacking my cock in front of the guys. The solo guy grunted, and without a sound, an arc of sperm shot up and on to Perry's ass, "Eeeeuh!" the others said, as more spunk flew into Perry, who got furious. "Hold on, hold on," I said to Perry, who stood there in a rage, "Grab your feet again, no harm done." The guy bolted out of the steam room, and Perry, shaking, turned around for me, and bent over. I sat on the lower rung of the bench, a cum-soaked ass from heaven in front of me, and I stuck my tongue out. "Hold on," I said, pretending to hold my wet towel. I then licked Perry's ass in front of the two guys who groaned, one sliding his hips forward slightly. Perry said, "Jesus that feels wetter than a towel, are you licking me?"
"Fuck no!" I said, then the towel swaying as I leaned forward to lick more of the cum. "Hold on, some's dripping down," and I leaned forward pretending to hold the towel, and licked Perry's asshole. Sweet. Perry yelped, but held onto his ankles, and I licked lower down, "It's getting on your balls." Perry had his eyes squeezed shut I saw, so I proceeded to lick his balls a little bit – no way I could get one in my mouth – then I licked back up. "Perry, hold on." I said, and then pulled his ass cheeks apart, and sucked at his hole. The guys behind me lost it totally at that point, and I stopped and turned around as they shot cum up on each other's chest, silently. Perry said, "Can I get up?" and I told him yes, and putting hands on his hips, turned him around. I took hold of his cock, and spitting in my hand grasped it and slowly squeezed the head and moved my hand from the tip to the base.
"Just wanted to help out a bit," as the two guys got up and walked out of the steam room leaving us alone. "Perry, do you mind if a guy gets a cock in his mouth?" I didn't wait to hear the answer as I sucked the big cut head in my mouth, much harder than I would for uncut. My hands stroked his immense hard ass, and Perry actually sobbed for a second, then I licked his cock, sucked more in until my mouth was full, stroking his big ass and treetrunk legs now. The guy could barely take it, and after maybe 30 seconds, I got an "Oh no!" and he shot a huge load in my mouth. I pulled back a little so I could swallow it, and he shot another gob, almost hard enough to hurt the roof of my mouth. I held his cock, stroking his ass and finger worming into his hole as a few more shots fed my throat, then he became wobbly. "Perry, sit down!" I said, and helped him sit on the bench beside me.
He then dropped to his knees in front of me, and began jacking me off again, grunting and rolling his head, begging me to cum in his face, whispering over and over. I spit on my cock, and he scooped it up and continued jacking me harder, "Harder Perry," I said as he squeezed and twisted my cock, "I'm cut like you." He then held the shaft in one hand, and twisted his hand on my cockhead, around the rim, then pressing down with the palm, "Oh yes buddy, Daddy LIKEs that!" and my hips thrust a little bit involuntarily. Perry whined slightly, breathing harder, and stroked and worked his hand around my cockhead like a man possessed. I felt the surge of cum, and hips shuddering, said, "Here it goes, Daddy's CUMMING!" and Perry barking out "Daddycumdaddycumdaddycum" over and over as gobs of spunk shot up on his face. His mouth was open now, one more spurt shooting in to drool back out over his chin, and I he was still squeezing and working on my cock as my hips really started bucking.
His hands were soaked with my cum dripping from his face now, and like in a trance he still jacked me off whispering "Daddycumdaddycum", and at that moment, he emitted an "Uhh UHHHH!" and he grabbed the lower bench, and his cock pulsed and shot cum on the floor, he was a quick shooter! "Uhh UHHH UHHH" he went on moaning as more cum shot out on the floor, so I rubbed the underside of his cock with my foot, getting it all creamy. Perry looked at me with disbelief, buckling slightly as he still came on my foot, looking in shock. I wondered what would happen, and reached between his legs with both my feet, and getting his cock between my soles, squished it slightly, very slick from cum, and stroked it a little, leaning back on the seat.
I think that was the end of Perry, one foot of his slid, and he tumbled back slightly, lying on the floor of the steam room, twitching as I jacked him off squeezing with my feet, when he shot again, straight up in the air on his freckled belly, hips twitching. I stopped, and leaned over, as he stared at the ceiling, and grabbing his hand pulled him up, and got him back on the bench. Speechless, I decided I had to be nicer to him, and leaned over and invited him to dinner. He snapped to, and looked at me like he'd never seen me, then said yes, smiling. I like chunky, broad-shouldered guys, and he was just a vibrating sex machine. And that ass! I wanted him to sit on my face before the night was out. I got goose pimples for a second, wondering what the next Loteria card was. We both showered off, and as I got my clothes on, unfortunately, a wave of tiredness washed over me. Ever felt that?
Perry and I got to the front of the gym, sure enough he was in army fatigues, and I asked him to pick the restaurant. Following in my car, we walked in and he morphed in front of me – spoke flawless Spanish at the desk, and we had a great, complicated meal. I'd not had Cabrito – Goat – in a long time, and toasted grasshoppers in tortillas as a starter. It was great. Perry asked the fatal question midway through – I was pushing him to talk about himself instead of talking about me, and he asked what I had done all day – how I found El Paso. I told him most of what I've written here, leaving out the fact that some of the guys were related, and he was fascinated by the problematic Loteria deck of cards. Told him he'd have to come back to the hotel with me, and he seemed relieved. At the hotel, we got in the room, and he had managed to stop on the way and get some Coronas, and we sat and had a drink, and I put the deck down in front of him.
I was done for the day! Perry looked hesitant, and picked a card up. "El Corazon," the heart. He got very quiet, and I said, "Oh, it's just all in fun." Putting the deck away in a bag. Perry looked at me very oddly then, like he had to say something. "Daddy, do you like me?" He said. I wasn't ready for that one. "Perry, yes, you're a great guy." He went quiet again, looking at me. "When the guys talked to you at the gym, I didn't know what to do. It's like, it's like fantasies I didn't know I had, they all walked in front of me." His voice was cracking, and he was nervous. "Daddy, I don't know what to do." He was shaking a little bit. "Perry, come here, sit by me on the couch." I picked up his hand, and said, "Tell me about this." Tapping the ring. Got the story, Wife in the Army, on duty in Afghanistan, things not going well, loved her, but... I took his nice chunky hand in mine, and put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him over, his head on me.
His pants were bulging out with a hardon again. We sat there quietly for some time, I fed him some of my beer, watching is pink lips open and the bottle slide in as he sucked it down. I liked those lips. "Perry," I began, "Come here." He looked up, as I leaned down, and I kissed him. His lips were hard and stiff, and afraid. He looked shocked, and then he leaned towards me, and the tip of his tongue, like a cat lapping milk, flicked out as we kissed again, a bit juicer and more exciting. "Perry, I don't know when we will meet again. Listen. You're lonely, and horny, and I'm big and secure and warm. Enjoy doing anything at all you want tonight with Daddy Joe, because who knows what tomorrow's like, huh?" Perry stared at me, as I felt slightly like a trite rock lyric. Then he started talking. "Daddy, I want to feel your muscles." He was, above all things, not inhibited when a thought popped in his head.
He described every single thing he did at that point, what he was feeling and seeing. I took my shirt off, and he gaped at me, feeling me all over, squeezing my muscles, pinching my nipples, trying to measure my biceps. "Oh, I've got something for you!" I said, and in my gym bag, gave him a circular tape measure. He fiddled with it, and around my bicep he said "Oh, Oh its 21 inches!" I took off my pants, and he played with my quads, and got on the floor to feel my calves. Describing them. I asked him to take his clothes off, and I took a few sips of beer as he undid the fatigues and green shirt, naked again, beautiful big masculine thick body, cock tenting out his shorts. I stood up and he began talking again, pulling my shorts off and pulling on my cock, playing with it, and I paused with him to give him a bottle of lube, which he had no idea what it was.
He stroked my cock again, as in the gym, both hands, but with the lube I realized with his powerful grip, I would cum very, very soon! "Perry", I began, "Can I ask one thing of you?" he paused, "Anything. Daddy, anything." I got him to turn around, and stroked his beautiful muscle ass lightly. Goodbumps covered his ass, and I said, "Perry, pull your ass cheeks apart." He hesitated for a second, and then his thick hands worked around, and he bent over slightly pulling the gold-red furred cheeks apart, showing me his pale pink hole again. I leaned forward and licked it, then touched it with a lubed finger. Perry shuddered, and grunted, and I circled the hole more, feeling the huge fat muscular ass, squeezing it then pushed my finger in slightly. Perry actually made a kind of oink sound, I was startled, but it was just a grunt.
I stroked inside his anal canal, baby smooth and "completely untouched" I was thinking, as I Perry grunted and oinked more, involuntarily. I just stared at his hole, as pink and juicy as his lips on the bottle of Corona, and kissing me earlier, and leaned forward to kiss it, forcing my tongue in. I licked deep inside, rolling my tongue around as Perry grunted and oinked (swear to god) even more, then, with a lubed finger, I pushed all the way in, in one go. Perry squealed, but didn't do more, didn't move, and I left my little finger there, as his anal muscles and rectum spasmed around it. I rotated it, pushing in and out, then popping out, I put my index finger in, and after squeals, massaged his prostate, which got rock hard, very quickly. He was such a fast shooter, I pulled right back out. "Perry, I'm going to lie down. I want you to spread your ass and sit on Daddy's mouth. I flopped on the floor, winking at him.
Perry squatting his huge ass very carefully over my face, then feeling my tongue push up inside his anal canal, he squealed and grunted some more, then reached over to jack me off. Again, that very tight squeeze on my cockhead, lubed copiously, and as I stopped being able to breathe, smothered by that huge ass, I thought, I'm going to die and cum at the same time. I pushed him up gently to take a breath, then he settled back down on my face, cheeks spread over my mouth, nose buried in his ass, and my hips started bucking and twitching, I was really being transported into outer space. Perry grunted, and started whispering "Daddycumdaddycumdaddycum" again, and suddenly, I felt almost a slap on my balls and cock as my orgasm started, and a shot of cum came out of my cock HARD. I heard Perry go "Ooomf" and slurp, and he had ended up milking my cock into his mouth, held more than a foot above my cock.
Some cum dripped back on my cock as I struggled to lick him and hold my breath, and Perry kept up his hard-handed jerk, faster and faster and momentarily wiping his hand on his mouth as he slurped up the cum. Finally, I pushed his ass up again slightly and exhaled noisily, gasping for air as I settled him back down on my mouth, face and beard wet from the rimming. I pump my hands on his ass and adjusted him, his fat cock now poised above my mouth, and I felt the head push my lips open. Perry squealed again, and I felt his cock pulse and get hard, filling my mouth, wedging it open almost and I pushed a finger back in his pink soft asshole, hard, deep and suddenly Perry squealed like a grunting pig again and as I felt his prostate knot up, he shot a huge load in my mouth.
I couldn't swallow – couldn't get my tongue out of the way from his fat cock – and cum streamed out of the sides of my mouth onto my spit- and ass-juice wet beard, while Perry shook and cried out from the sucking and intense ass stimulation at the same time. He suddenly stood up, shaking, dripping cum out of his cock and juices from his ass down his leg, and I got up on my elbows, and got off the floor back on the couch. Perry practically collapsed back into my arms, panting, then hungrily kissing me all over, "Daddydaddydaddy" whispering obsessively, and I took hold of his cock, stroking it as it softened somewhat. "Daddy, can you do that thing again?" he said, "Which thing?" I asked, and he pulled away, looking at me. "At the gym?" I flexed my bicep, but he sat on the floor, legs spread in front of me, cock hardening again – shoot quick and shoot often, my motto.
He was a sight, thick bulky shoulders bunched up, good layers of muscle, fat cock and huge balls sticking straight up, pale freckled skin, and brownish eyes staring, like a small animal getting a reward. I nudged his cock with my foot. "Yes, YES daddy!" he said, shivering. I put some lube on my feet, and pushed against his balls with the sole of my feet. He gasped and grunted again, and I felt the hardening shaft under my foot. I rolled his balls under my foot, pressing just enough to make him gasp, then pushing up slightly, massaged his cock. His nipples crinkled, tiny pink bullets now, his mouth completely open in a gape watching my foot on his cock, then I grabbed onto the couch cushion and lifted my feet to grasp his cock. (Great for the abs by the way!) and as before, I squashed his cock between my feet and slid up and down on the shaft.
Perry held his lips together, face turning red, cheeks ballooning with air, then with a big "Poooah" and scream he exhaled, and a shot of cum flipped up out of his fat cockhed up on my foot. I crushed his cock a little bit between my feet, which caused him to hold his breath again, cheeks ballooning, then as I relaxed another driblet of cum shot up and out as he exhaled, panting now. I rubbed his cock in the hollow between my feet up and down, my abs cramping with the exercise, milking wave after wave of cum up over my feet until Perry was grunting and shaking uncontrollably, no more cum coming out. Then I decided he needed more. I leaned back and stretched out my feet, and put the come-covered soles on his face, then pushed my toes in his mouth.
I could barely take it, I'm very ticklish, but I think it was worse for Perry, he stopped breathing, looking comatose – eyes open, mouth open as I shoved my toes in and out, then just a "ngaaaa ngaaa ngaaa" sound coming out of him as I foot-fucked his mouth with cummy toes. His mind was descending to a place of pure sex, and in a feat of gymnastics, I had a foot in his mouth, and sliding around, had the other one on his still hard cock – which, like in the gym sauna, started shooting again, not a lot, but surprisingly as his entire body twitched and shook, complete head-to-toe orgasm and mind turned off. He lay there inert as I rested my feet on a towel, resting my poor abs. You hold a couch and lift your feet up off the ground in a crunch for 10 minutes! "Perry!" I said, as he lay there shaking, more cum dribbling out. "PERRY!" I said, in a more commanding voice, "Come to Bed with Daddy!"
That was the magic word. He got up slowly, cum still dripping as he shook, and I pulled him into bed where he cuddled and told me he loved me so much. I put a finger on his pink lips, and smiled at him. "Remember the cards Perry!" I said, as he frowned. "El Corazon... You won't even remember this tomorrow." He whimpered and cuddled closer, and was snoring in a moment. I woke him and said, "Do you need to get home, or get to work at any time?" He looked startled for a second, snapping out of the sex hypnotic state, and looked at the clock – 1am. "I gotta be at duty by 5am!" he groaned, scrambling to get clothes on, the magic love spell sort of broken. He was dressed in an instant – military training I guess – and he frowned, remembering the sex on the floor – the towel, and all the cum.
"Daddy, I'll, I'll never forget –" he began, but I put a finger back on his lips, shshhing him, and grinning pushed him out the door. The next morning I woke up quite late – SHIT! And heard a knock on the door. I looked at the cards on the table, and like a crazed addict, I put the top one on the table. "La Dama" – with a picture of a lady. "SHIT!" I thought, and I heard a woman speak outside the door, the key starting to turn, "I'm BUSY!" I yelled, pushing the door shut before she walked in the room with a naked man. "15 minutes" – I high-tailed it out of that hotel before I would meet the room cleaner, and wrapping the cards up carefully in rubber bands, put them in the bottom of my travel bag, hopefully to be lost. I couldn't take any more crazy El Paso Sex – what a city!
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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.