Road Trip Texas: Volume 3 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Heading out of Corpus, I decided to drive up north to meet the 59 freeway. I took my shirt off in the car for a while that morning, I was getting very brown, and with the air conditioner on full and the top down, I got little bursts of icy air now and then to cut the incredible August heat and humidity of South Texas. Also, I got truckers looking down in the car now and then, which was fun. I met the 59 in a few hours, in Victoria Texas – I had always been curious about it, it was prominent on signs in central Houston, but I knew very little about it. I stopped before going into the city and put my shirt on, way to hot and searing with noon sun approaching, and drove into downtown – my god, it was approaching above 100F, with no breezes. I drove through the center of town, which was very sweet, with several plazas – it could be a small town in Arizona, Texas, Tennessee, anywhere, and I saw a fire-engine red building and stopped to have lunch at an old-time "Fountain".
There was one thing on the menu I couldn't resist, a root beer float. It is probably the worst possible food, but after a grilled chicken, I treated myself. I watched the lunch hour trade, and a young guy next to me said, "I can't believe you're drinking that." I looked around and there was a slender man, smiling quietly, "Look at all the work you put into that body!" I was flummoxed. He looked, familiar. I held out my hand, and we shook, his hand was shaking slightly, and he grinned, "You don't recognize me." Never say that to me, I'm terrible with pictures, by the way. "Uh, no!" I said, my hoarse voice booming out. He jumped and laughed – "Jesus, a voice to go with that body!" Turns out his name was Wiley Miller. "And you are Texbearjoe," he continued. "We've been talking on and off, bigmusclebears."
He leaned over confidentially, "I've been jacking off to your pix and videos since I was a teenager," he whispered. He had a twang to his voice. "You aren't from Texas?" I said, and he admitted he was here looking at test fields for a Biotech company, he was from North Carolina, born and raised on the coast, school at Duke, and we began discussion molecular biology suddenly. He was slightly hesitant speaking, "I don't bite!" I said, and he looked down, and I saw his big black eyelashes. He looked so young, but he had a sexy face, wonderful beard and wonderful eyes. Then I remembered. "Sexiest. Beard. Ever." I said, and he burst out laughing, "That what you said 10 years ago!" and he held out his hand again, and we clasped for a moment, laughing, hand shaking again. "You OK, too much Coffee?" I said, my throat hurting slightly, my voice getting somewhat deeper.
"I can't believe I'm meeting you sir." He didn't leg my hand go, then pulled away, and declared "I said it." We continued talking, and he warmed up a bit, and I asked if I could see the test fields. He hopped in my car, and we drove off east of town, past some buildings, and fields, and there were the test cotton fields, perfect rows of plants – very Victoria. It was unfortunately too early, because Wiley told me that the cotton actually had been genetically engineered – one type actually was fluorescent, but that was for fun. Most of them had a bacterial poison that killed boll weevil (Bt), so they didn't have to spray. The problem was the energy balance – the cotton didn't store enough energy to have color and large bolls and long staples and the Bt in abundance. We got into a discussion of mitochondria, and the time passed. I realized that I'd not make it on to Houston that day.
Wiley was very sweet, and I'm a sucker for a big beard. We got in the car to drive back, and Wiley looked very nervous, and turned to me, "Uh, Joe?" he said. "Yep?" "Can I tell you something?" "Sure!" I turned at looked straight at him. "My Grandpa was white." I really didn't know what to say, it was such a non-sequitar, but important clearly. "Ok, that's interesting, but tell my why you need me to know that!" He burst out laughing. "I mean..." This sweet guy was tongue-tied. "I mean, you look like him." I smiled. "I don't know why I say that," he said, and turned away. I didn't turn the car on, "Wiley, your Grandpa was a bodybuilder?" He burst out laughing, and shook his head, "Never mind," grinning. He looked startled, for a second, then looked at me, "Well, he was big." I leaned over to him, close to his ear. "Wiley, you saw your Grandpa naked didn't you."
Wiley caught his breath. "Big pink dick I bet. Was it hard? I bet you didn't jack off to just me when you were a teenager, you jacked off to that big old white Grandpa, didn't you." Wiley's hand was shaking, and he looked at me, eyes huge. "I saw my dad jacking him." I winked at him, and started the car, "Oh well, I'm not going to get to Houston this afternoon am I." We drove off, and Wiley told me, "It was my Mom's father, but my Dad... I'm named after him." I got the full story, at a beach city in North Carolina. His Grandmother and Grandfather were not married – illegal at that time – but he was still close to the family, and when his Daughter got married, they were taken care of financially, as well as Wiley's education. Then one day, he came home from school early, his mom the Nurse was away, and he walked in on his Dad and Grandpa in the bedroom.
It had seared into his mind, exciting and forbidden – and he hid in the doorway watching as Grandpa sucked his Dad, then Dad Grandpa. Then Papaw bent over the bed, and Dad pushed his cock into Papaw who cussed and told Dad how fantastic it was. Grandpa was big – broad shouldered, blond, furry, stocky, big long pink cock, and his Dad was lean, smooth, long deep brown cock that hung "down so low", and Wiley couldn't understand how Papaw could take that big thing in his ass. Then they kissed and Papaw told his Dad how much he loved him. It was such a simple image, I didn't ask how young Wiley was. They Wiley fell in love with his track Coach, big furry red-haired guy, the kind of red hair that fades to white quickly. But he also had seen me on internet, and, well, that was that too. We got back to his car in the center of town, and I said, "Wiley, why don't we get naked, make that fantasy real." He was so sensitive! It was like I slapped him.
He gasped, looking down, then looked up. "My hotel Daddy Joe," and I followed him to a nice Holiday Inn express. I was doomed to live in these places. We got to his room, and he opened the door quietly, and as I came in, he stood back, more than a little scared, flustered. I cupped his cheek with my hand, feeling his his beard and moustache. "What's wrong Wiley?" and he stuttered, "I'm afraid, I don't know why, but I'm afraid." "Of me? I'm, I, uh, Oh, I'm a big old teddy bear." I was stuttering. "I'm afraid of me, this is a fantasy come to life, it's scary. I didn't ever think you would even possibly like Skinny Wiley." I cupped his face both my hands, wiping the tear, and feeling him shiver. This guy was 32, and I somehow transported him back to being 12, and a classic "Primal Scene".
"Hey Skinny Wiley!" I said, "It's OK, I'm here tonight. You can do anything, absolutely anything you want. I'll be your Papaw tonight, Texbearjoe, the Hot Daddy you met at the diner. Let's have fun!" Wiley reached up, his hand on my forearms, and he smiled shyly. "What would you like to do, maybe chill, have a drink, dinner, play?" Wiley nodded, and we walked over to the couch, sitting apart, and started talking about North Carolina, the woods, how he loved nature. I told him I used to go out in the woods to get away from my crazy parents, and jack off. I was holding his hand, and pulled him towards me, until he rested up against me, and we hugged, and chatted more. Wiley pulled my hands, and arms around himself like a blanket, shrugging and getting them up over his shoulders, sighing. I rubbed his body, and told him that Papaw knew Wiley saw him, spinning a yarn from the story.
Wiley shuddered a tiny bit, but Papaw loved him, and he knew Wiley loved Papaw. I squeezed him, and continued on how Papaw loved his Daddy, and it was a special love, his Daddy knew that Papaw had special spots that only Daddy knew how to touch. I squeezed his body slightly, punctuating the evolving story, and saw Wiley's Khaki's start to bulge. I pulled him up, and started kissing his neck, rubbing my beard against him asking if Papaw felt good. Wiley slid, rotating in my arms until he faced me, and kissed me on the cheek tentatively, then on the lips. I murmured, my voice cracking and deep again, "Let Papaw show you how to kiss!" I said, and gave Wiley a kiss on the lips, caressing the back of his head. Wiley kissed back, mouth opening fractionally, then wider, his tongue licking my lips. "Nah, more sexy-like son!" I growled, kissing him back, letting my tongue dart in between his lips lightly, turning my head so at cross angles we somehow fit better.
We continued kissing for an hour – all over the face, then I got Wiley to open up, and kissed, tongue exploring his mouth, hands exploring his body. He squeezed even tighter up against me, "You liked sitting with Papaw, didn't you." Wiley sighed, and curled up more tightly with me – he was slender, his shoulders fit on my chest perfectly, though he was at least 6 feet tall. I squeezed him, then very, very carefully, stroked him, hand moving down over his shirt, undoing a button or two, sliding in against his hot skin. He shuddered slightly, and I slid my hand out, and down to his belt. Wiley held his breath, and I slid my hand down further, then I held my breath. What I thought was a thick fold in his slightly trousers was his hard cock. I slid forward, and I couldn't find the end. At all. It curved down somewhere near his knee, and I slid my hand back up, then I exhaled. "You're all grown up, Wiley." I said, quivering.
I stroked his body, and the man continued to squirm in my arms, trying to kiss me again, rubbing that sexy beard against my lips. We continued necking, and my hands didn't roam south anymore, until I told Wiley I was going to go to the gym, get all pumped for him, then come back for some drinks or dinner, then we could get naked. I continued squeezing and necking with him – which I absolutely love – and I told him he got to do anything he wanted with Papaw tonight. I was rock hard. Getting up, I gave Wiley a hug, and he looked sad for a moment, until I asked if I could leave some bags in the room. No, I wasn't just going away. I went into town and found a reasonable gym, and did my arms – three biceps and four triceps exercises, I was feeling great, well-fed – that rootbeer float really carbed me up, and doing half-weights but 10-second reps, my veins were popping out like crazy – arms felt like lead weights.
I got back to the hotel, and Wiley was there in a polo shirt and khakis, looking quite tall and lean. He had a nice restaurant he always went to, skipping drinks ahead of time, but he helped polish off a half-bottle of wine. He started speaking more fluidly, excitedly as we chatted about my trip through Texas, he wanted to know all about the Daddy party out by the lake I had been to earlier. We made our way back to the hotel, and back inside he immediately threw his arms around me, hugging, then kissed forcefully, and rubbed up against me. Not shy, more confident, he pulled me back to the couch, and lying down again, I slowly pulled his shirt up and off. His skin was flawless, and I stroked his crinkling nipples as we kissed, tongues really locked into each other. He stopped me, and pulled my teeshirt off, sliding his arms around me feeling my muscles against his body.
He felt my arms – still pumped and hard, and said something, tapping them with his open palm then trying to get both hands around them. He couldn't believe how big I was, breathing fast, feeling all over. I pulled him back up against me and we kissed more, and I slowly reached down, my hands sliding gently under his pants. He was wearing boxers, and I stroked the skin underneath them, listening to him breath in and pant as I almost tickled him. Fingers slid down further until I felt his curly pubic hair, stroking, then felt further, touching the base of his cock. He was rock hard, and I felt ligaments on either side straining to hold the meat. He felt like my cock – about the same width, and I continued stroking him, going higher, then unworking his belt buckle. He had already kicked off his loafers, and I then opened his pants wide, baggy boxers sort of billowing out, and then getting up, pulled his pants down and his socks off in one motion.
There he lay, his amazingly long uncut cock lying against his leg, pushing up his boxers – I could see his cockhead dangling far, below the bottom. He was quiet, "You ok with Skinny Wiley Papaw?" He asked, hands straight down. He had no idea. I slowly kneaded his feet, kissing them as he squirmed, then smoothly moved back up his legs, gently touching around his cock, and stood up by him, hands on my hips. Wiley got the message, pulling my pants down, then my shoes, finally my pants off as my cock pushed down under my underwear and out. We somehow made it to the bed, cocks swinging in our shorts, and finally I stood in front of Skinny Wiley as he sat on the side of the bed, and hooking my fingers under his boxers, started sliding down. His legs were very furry, was the first thing I noticed, and his pubes were like peppercorn curls. The base of his cock was out, and I slid another inch down, looking up at him, then kissed the base of his cock.
I pulled further down, another inch of cock exposed. Wiley took my hands, and pulled them away, smiling, then stood up, and tugged his shorts down a tiny bit more. He stroked the hard dark shaft, then pulling at his shorts, showed me four or five inches now. He stroked my beard, and pulled the shorts back up, running his hand under the elastic, smiling, back and forth, teasing me, then pulled them down again. He stood up on the bed in front of me, bouncing slightly. "Papaw," he whispered, "let me teach you how to count." He pulled down over the base and said "one", reaching and stroking my beard as I stood before him. Looking down, I felt my mouth get dry – suddenly I realized Papaw was going to beg him in a minute, to feel bit steel pipe slide down his throat all the way to the bottom I was looking at. I grunted, and he chuckled, enjoying showing off like old times. All this over an inch of bristle-covered dark-wood-stained shaft.
"Papaw, this is two", and he tugged, another inch exposed. He stroked his cock boldly in the underwear, letting his hand slowly go to the bottom as he leaned over a bit, squeezing the shaft. I reached up to feel it along with him, and he pushed my hand away, continuing to stroke his meat through his boxers, the head jutting out from the bottom even though he had pulled them down not just a few inches over the shaft, but also down from his waist. He stroked some more and I choked watching precum drip from the head on the floor, a long silken-spidery strand, then another. I looked up, becoming incoherent as Wiley let his mouth hang open, saliva dripping down too, whispering "Papaw" to me, then with both hands squeezing his shaft through the cloth, stroking gently, drooling as he watched himself drive me crazy.
He reached up along the shaft, and with one hand behind himself, he slid his shorts further. He whispered "three", then I saw him pull the back down, under his butt. His shorts were now tented over his pole, the three exposed inches half-covered in his kinky short black bristles, the lower half now throbbing, veiny, his cockhead finally covered by the long boxers, but precum still streaming. He stroked the base of his shaft with his fingertips, then ran them under, tickling slightly, and flexed his muscles so his cock bobbed slightly, his veins bulging and filling with more and more blood. I was completely hypnotized, waiting for more of my meal to become uncovered, unconsciously stroking my cock through my own shorts.
He pushed the hem again, and showing me another inch said "four". He had to spread his legs slightly so the shorts had more pull, though they were almost horizontal on his cock, and in doing so bounced on the bed, his cock swaying in front of me like a huge piece of vulcanized rubber. He put both hands at the base of his cock, pushing in to make his cock more prominent, if he could, and the veins bulge more, then with thumb on top and fingers under, jacked off the exposed third-of-a-foot meat. His shorts were now visibly wet from his precum. Some of his saliva – he was hypnotized too, by this huge bodybuilder slavering in front of him – dropped on his shaft in front of me, landing with a heavy plop. "Daddy, you want more?" I nodded, mute.
"Five" he said, leaning down to pull his shorts from the bottom, and spreading his legs slightly further, he continued to jack the shaft, and raised his hand to his face to spit in his hand. His shaft was glistening, what I could see, and he grunted slightly, now squeezing the exposed shaft with one hand, and with his other hand stroking his cock through his shorts, trembling slightly. I had to get closer, and I could smell the precum now soaked into his shorts, and he almost jumped, feeling my breath for a second on his shaft as I adjusted, both hands in my shorts now. I was really enjoying the show, and Wiley could tell, swinging his hips, stroking his cock, and, to my surprise, stroking my lips with a precum-covered finger for just a second.
My face was almost touching his crotch, as I looked at the black fur at the base that tapered up to a trail up to his belly button, and he flexed his hips, tapping my face, cock swinging slightly. Pushing more, he said "six", and put his hand on my head, and begged Papaw to kiss his belly button. I was shaking with excitement, and kissed him, rubbing my beard against the bare skin and slid down until my nose was against his pubes, smelling the very light musky scent. He shuddered at the feeling of my beard, so I backed away, looking down, only half of the shaft exposed, Wiley putting hands on both sides of the shaft and rubbing his hands together, shaft in-between.
Then he tugged a little bit more, groaning "seven Papaw", and rubbed his hands over his nice round, small butt, his shorts now stretched over the last part of his cock. His legs far apart, he began rubbing my head, jacking the shaft energetically with his other hand again, then reached and encircled his balls with his thumb and forefinger, pulling down slightly, causing his cock to bob down, relieving the pressure of his shorts. With his other hand, he rubbed the balls gently, and licking his hand, shined the balls up with his saliva. I leaned forward and he leg his balls go and his cock bounced up and slapped me in the chin, and he held my head so my beard would rub against the exposed veiny shaft, my face against his lower belly.
He pushed me back, and with both hands slid down his thighs and tugged again, "eight". There was no end to his cock, his shorts were halfway down his leg now, his cock bowed down completely from the waistband, curved out like a weapon about to flip out of a holder and smack my face. His cock was longer than most men's now, and it was still not completely exposed. Wiley started rubbing his inner thighs, and kept running his hands inside the waistband of his cock, forcing it to be pressed down almost uncomfortably, teasing me with the feeling he was going to be showing Daddy more and more. He put my hands on the waistband, pressing hard so I knew I had to hold it in place.
He pushed on my hands, and "Nine" he said, exposing more cock. I was starting to see the mid-part of his cock bulge thickly. He let my hands go, and I shoved them back in my shorts, squeezing and jacking my cock. Had I not known better, I would have thought his cock was going to snap like that, and he reached down and squeezed the remaining part covered by the pre-sperm covered cloth, squeezing and stroking it. He pulled my head down to the cloth and rubbed my mouth on the wet front, and I smelled the bitter stink of his precum, and almost shot into my shorts. I had to put my hands up on his thighs to keep from cumming I was so excited. He was a real exhibitionist, and had really honed his cock worship routine – he could go on for hours at this rate.
Another tug and "ten", and I was beginning to get very shocked, it was pretty amazing. "It's not real" I whispered, but Wiley said "It's the real deal daddy. Come to me." The long head of his cock was just covered, and Wiley now gripped the shaft with both hands, squeezing to the base, and sliding back and forth, pushing invitingly on the remaining waistband. He took my right hand and holding it open, slid it back and forth on the shaft, but the moment I tried to take hold of it, he immediately pulled away and laughed, then putting my hand back on it, jacking himself off with me. The tightness of my shorts was terribly, and I had the feeling I was going cum now from this long slow tease by itself.
"Papaw, e-lev-en" he said slowly, distinctly, using my hand to pull on the shorts, and the shorts slid to just over his cockhead. The rim of his cockhead was visible now, or so I thought, outside his shorts, the remaining inch just his uncut cockhead, and he took my head, and rubbed my mouth on the spit- and precum-wet cockshaft. I pushed my tongue out, but he snatched back my head then, and pushed my tongue back in my mouth, and holding my mouth against the shaft, pushed on my face with his other hand, cock squashed in-between. I love muscle and cock worship, and I could tell this guy was a master. I had nothing to teach him, and I felt completely helpless, mouth agape, transfixed by this hot skinny man.
Finally, he let my head go, and I watched mouth agape as Wiley's hands descended slowly, slowly to his cock, touching the small bulge of the helmet head which was starting to be more visible through his foreskin. Suddenly, his shorts dropped to his ankles, his heavy long cock bounced up, and Wiley pronounced "twelve", and I had to gasp – big uncut cock, shiny dark brown shaft, waves of smell from his precum that was dripping off the end. He spit expertly on the shaft, and then rubbed it to make it shiny, stroking with both hands up and down the shaft. Releasing it, he flexed muscles making his cock bounce up and down, spreading driblets of precum on my beard, then he put his spayed hands on either side of his cock, pressing down again, and squeezing, veins bulging, and the foreskin slowly pulling back. "Papaw, it's all for you, come and get it."
Twelve inches of cock – I cupped his balls, his cock was above the crook of my arm – and it throbbed, blood pumping into the chambers, but not flowing out, getting rock hard. "Papaw, kiss it, like you kissed Daddy," Wiley whispered, and at that he held the base, and the heavy curved shaft up to me. I rolled my tongue under the foreskin, tasting all the accumulated precum from that evening, and I kissed the tip, slurping then. Wiley grunted, and started talking more to "Papaw", and I wrapped my lips over my teeth and pushed the head in my mouth, biting down slightly and pulling back. I then moved forward, pushing harder, my tongue rolling around the shaft – perfect for sucking, not thick, it was going to be delicious. I slid further along my tongue, feeling the hot rubbery surface of his meat in my mouth, gliding until he hit my throat.
I must have been expanded by all the fireplugs in my throat from the prior day, because I didn't even feel him pop through my throathole, he just glided in like I was made to suck his cock, and only his cock. Wiley jumped slightly as he popped into my throat, and I paused, stroking him back and forth just at the entrance of my throat. My mouth was so far away from his body, I looked up easily, and Wiley was frowning, eyes wide. He put his hand on my head to balance himself on the bed, then I pushed forward, feeling the small knob push further into my throat, then I swallowed it. He started pushing back on my head, grunting, but I took hold of the base of his cock with one hand, and my hand on his lightly furry ass with the other. I pushed him towards me, and he staggered slightly, "OH, oh, OH, UnNNN" he gasped as I pushed more of his cock in my throat.
"Papaw, careful Papaw, UHhhhhh!" Wiley was gasping as inch after inch glided in my throat, until I finally felt the hand at the base of his cock against my lips. Twelve inches was really twelve inches – and I spread my fingers, pushing down to the base of his cock as his pushing became more insistent, "Care ful Pa paw" he whispered, and finally at the base, feeling the bizarre feeling of his cock all the way in my throat, feeling it practically in my stomach, held there squeezing the base when in a burst, Wiley pushed hard, "NO, TOO TIGHT!" and, where I would usually hold with an iron grip, I pulled back. Wiley's cock sprang out of my mouth, my throat oddly soothed by the cock massaging it, easier than the stretching of the last few days. Wiley panted, holding on his cock and trembling, then turned and stepped off the bed, "Nobody, and I mean no-bod-y has ever taken it to the bottom Papaw, I almost busted a nut in you! OH!"
And at that, sat on the bed in front of me, cock still swinging up. He grabbed my cock, and watching me, pushed against the base, staring at my pink head. He licked it tentatively, then put his lips around the cut head, and sucked on it like a huge pink nipple. He hummed and closed his eyes, continuing sucking on the head, and began stroking the shaft gently as I put my hands on his head for balance. "Papaw," he said, "Am I doing it right?" I winked at him, and he smiled, licking the shaft, and I saw him reach up almost unconsciously to his chest, and pinch a nipple while he sucked. His cock was sliding up and down the inside of my thighs, which was blowing my mind. He slowly slid down in front of the bed, holding onto my thighs, and slowly took more in his mouth, but his head was blocked from going back too far. He started thrusting in and out of his mouth with my hips, getting a great vacuum on and his tongue swirling all around the head every few moments.
"Tell me if you are going to cum Papaw," he said, pausing and looking up. "Papaw takes his time son, you're good!" I responded, and at that he cupped my balls, and stroked the shaft with my cockhead in his mouth, moaning and grunting as he continued slurping. I looked down and his cock was resting on the floor, way more than half his thigh. That must have done something, he grunted, I felt my cock throb a little bit. I squeezed Wiley's shoulders, and asked him, "Like to see something I did with your Daddy?" Wiley looked up, eyes shining. I pulled him up, his cock now straight out, and curving down slightly under the weight of the damn thing. "Looks like you got Papaw and your Daddy's cock together!" I said, squeezing him as he continued jacking me, kissing me now intently. I took him over to the couch, and before we sat down, ran to the bathroom and put a towel down.
We sat side by side, my arm around him, and he looked at me. "You ever had problems with that big a cock Son?" I asked, and Wiley nodded, "It wasn't that fun in school except for some people." I nodded, "Freaky big, and you were always gay, weren't you. So's Papaw, it's good!" and I took hold his cock, pulling it up slightly, and pressed Wiley's chest so he sat back in the couch. His cock stood straight up and I leaned over and peeled back the cockhead, and licked the dark brown head, sucking on it and rubbing it in my beard a little bit. "Some people like who?" I asked. I told him about seeing my coaches naked in junior high, how hairy they were and he got rock-hard, excited. "I'm about that hairy now," I said, running his hands over my chest. Wiley got more and more excited, precum running out of the tip of his cock and making squishing sounds as I jacked him.
"One day, I was sitting down, and looked at my cock. And you know what Papaw did?" Wiley nodded no, "I leaned over, and sucked the head right in my mouth!" And even though we had just had dinner, I was too excited to be sensible, and leaned over and licked the head of my cock. Wiley groaned, and grabbed my hand, but this time, I kept squeezing and stroking him, while I very audibly sucked my cockhead, not able to breathe because of the full stomach pressed against my diaphragm. I leaned up, breathing a little hard, and Wiley kissed me, shooting his hips forward on the couch, his shaking slightly, "Papaw, I'm gonna cum! AUUUUUGGGGGG!!!" and at that, I leaned over again, catching his cockhead in my mouth, and getting some huge blasts of cum out of him, only sucking partway in my mouth. Wiley's cum tasted bitter like the coffee we had for dinner, and I swallowed a little of it, but kept some in my mouth.
Shot after shot, he was really primed for shooting, writhing as I continued to stroke, head in my mouth, and hand up and down that gargantuan shaft. I licked the head when he paused shooting, and another few spurts came out, and I turned, looking at Wiley, feeling cum drool down my hand, and leaned over, kissing him. He kissed hard, thrusting his tongue in my as he continued to shiver, and he got an abrupt shock as his tongue was coated with his own sperm. He tried to turn away but I held his head, and a moment later, I said, "Imagine what Papaw's cum is like!" Wiley's face was wet with some of his own cum, and he looked like he was in bliss. Continuing to stroke, "When did you first have problems, Wiley?" I asked, feeling him hand-over-hand the length of the shaft.
"G-Gym." He said. He got pantsed on an off from when he was 13 or 14, it was a favorite thing to show him off to freshmen the older he got. The problem was not when he was soft – he was pretty long soft also – but that once he was pantsed, many times the other boys would jack him off to get him hard, which he did promptly. It got to be such a game, that he did end up becoming quite a show-off to the other boys, until the day his track coach walked in. Like his Papaw, his coach was pale and Red-white hair like his Papaw, but more skinny, like his Dad. He was in bad trouble, caught jacking his dick in the locker room for the other boys. Mr. Reeves marched him into the coaches' office, dressed in nothing but sneakers and socks, and started giving him a very angry harangue. Problem was, Mr. Reeves couldn't keep his eyes off Wiley's cock.
Wiley scooted forward in the chair, slouching like the teenager he was, and his cock slid down hanging like a clock pendulum, swinging. Wiley watched as Mr. Reeves talked, ignoring him, and watching his face, which got redder and redder – not in anger. Mr. Reeves was also sweaty, patting at his face, looking at Wiley, getting more and more nervous. "Goddam, Son, I'm going to get in trouble!" He said jumping up, and locking the door. He became silent, staring at the lock and turned to look at Wiley there. Wiley saw the front of Mr. Reeves's shorts start tenting, and Mr. Reeve's ran his hand under his shorts waistband trying to look calm, and get his cock to settle down. He ran over to a cabinet, and pulled out a pair of track shorts and threw them at Wiley, "Get these the hell on." Wiley pulled them on, over his shoes and over-the-calf white socks, but without a jockstrap, it was much, much worse than being naked.
More than half his cock hung out and down, and Mr. Reeves stared, bug-eyed at his best runner. Wiley was not unconscious. Mr. Reeves really looked like his Papaw, though very pink and red, and Wiley started getting hard, much to his horror – he had a crush on his Papaw since he found (and several times after) he and his father having sex. He thought about watching his father's cock going into his Papaw's mouth, the big blond moustache, and he, like teenagers from time immemorial, got rock hard in an instant, cock swinging up. Mr. Reeve's whispered "forgive me," and walking over, took hold of Wiley's cock and tried to stuff it back in his shorts, in complete futility. "Cover that up Son, look at you." The fumbling of course led to Mr. Reeve's stroking the cock, and then stuttering and muttering, he went over to his desk and got a measuring tape.
The guy could not think, function, or do anything at that point, he was a Robot. He held the tape up with shaking hands to Wiley's cock, and Wiley started to pull his pants down, as Coach measured the visible cockshaft, cursing the more Wiley pulled down, sticking to the awful Naugahyde chair. When he got to almost 10" , he dropped the tape, and holding Wiley's cock with both hands, groaned, and crammed it in his mouth frantically. Wiley was completely shocked, as his cock got sucked by his coach, a bit roughly. "Mr. Reeves, uh, OW!" he said, Mr. Reeves frantically stuffing his cock with mouth as hard as he had tried to stuff in the shorts. He was gagging and almost sobbing, completely lost. "I'm sorry, so sorry," He kept saying, wild-eyed, "and I know your Papaw!" and choked and bobbed his head on the cock, out of control.
He jumped up, and stripped off his shorts in one sweep, jock, nylon shorts, all off and his fat pink cock flopped out, and in an instant he was back on his knees, jacking off frantically and sucking at Wiley, not getting enough in his mouth. He kept grunting and whining, a madman, until Wiley's cock hit his throat. At that he pulled back, squealing like a pig, then buried the cock in his throat again, gagging, shoulders heaving, but pushing it all the way in. The tightness was too much for Wiley, and he immediately began hosing down Mr. Reed's throat with his hot semen, right to his belly as the Coach continued to heave, and then suddenly a huge glob of cum shot up from Coach's cock to land under Wiley's leg. Coached pulled out, leaning back, and wave after wave of cum shot out, spewing on Wiley who almost laughed at the situation.
Coach lost his balance and fell back on his ass, more cum shooting out as he continued grunting and shaking, then he crawled forward, shaking, red-faced, and looking up imploringly at Wiley, licked his own cum off his thighs, and belly, and then pushing forward, kissed Wiley who slid further forward, grabbing Mr. Reeve's and kissing back, his mouth filling with his cum for the first time while Mr. Reeves sat shaking from fright, skin bone-white. Wiley reached out his hand, and said "Papaw," not thinking, and the Coach pinked up, a bit surprised. Mr. Reeves huffed, "No son..." then looked at Wiley, who pulled forward kissing the coach again, then coach wrapping his arms around him. After a long embrace, they agreed that Wiley would tell the others on the team that he got a good talking to, and promise of being expelled if it happened again, and after-school detention.
In reality, that afternoon, Wiley came back to the office, school almost closed, and Mr. Reeve's could barely wait to get Wiley's clothes off, stroking his skin, and on his knees to suck his magnificent cock again, gagging and struggling. But first, the measuring tape, and Coach's red-faced excitement. That afternoon, Coach stripped off his shorts, but not his jock, his huge furry muscle ass twitching as Wiley watched. Coach got some liniment, and started massaging his asshole in front of the boy, frantic, unembarrassed, and as Wiley sat back on the awful chair, Coach climbed up over him. Wiley's face was pressed into coach's cotton shirt, as Coach held the huge cock, and actually had to climb up a bit to get on. Wiley felt the head of his cock pressing on the Coach's hole, and the two of them sat there frozen, Coach cursing and bouncing slightly, then Wiley felt something give way and his cock slid in the hole, the hot wet tightness much nicer than Coach's mouth.
He knew immediately why his Dad liked this with Papaw, the fat furry pale ass grabbing and sucking at his dick. Coach slid down a little more, croaking out a "two inches" but giving up on that game a more and more crammed up in him, until he was bouncing up and down on Wiley, holding his narrow shoulders, his own cock tenting out the jockstrap obscenely until he had to pull it out, sliding on Wiley's body. Wiley was able to grab it, and suck the head in, like a nipple, his cock bowed forward slightly as the coach was able to get sucked and fucked at the same time. Coach didn't last long and a moment later, Wiley's mouth was beginning to be filled a few jets of cream while the muscular man in front of him thrust and shook on the cock, feeling as though it was up to his stomach so long was it. Wiley loved feeling Coach's ass bounce against his legs, the weight of the man on him, and slowly, very slowly, coach pulled up off the cock, grunting and groaning as it slid out, and then popped.
With his sweat rag, he wiped the cock off, and then pulled Wiley's legs forward, and put his hand on Wiley's back. Pulling the cock straight up, he held it up to the track star's face, Wiley wondered what the hell was going on. Coach thrust a finger in Wiley's mouth, and then pulled his mouth over the cock easily, and pushed on Wiley's shoulders. The cock slid way up into Wiley's mouth, and pushed against his throat as he gagged, but he began sucking, surprised at the insane situation. Coach put Wiley's hands under his knees, and told him to "Pull, Son," and Wiley's head bobbed, the immense cock in his mouth sliding now further and further in as his tongue rotated around, feeling Coach stroke the shaft, and grunt, bending over to lick the shaft with him. That did it, and Wiley burst, not sure what to do with a gusher of thick semen flowing out of his mouth down his cock while the Coach licked it up in front of him.
They both cleaned up his cock as it softened slightly, but a moment later, teens being who they are, it was rock hard again. Coach pulled Wiley over to his couch with him, both naked, and both starting to suck their cocks. At that, Wiley turned to me, in the room where we were, and looped his hands under his knees, looking at me. A moment later, his long cock – grown two inches in the intervening 10 -15 years – popped in his mouth easily, and he started bobbing, sucking on it. I lost it, and on my knees, began mouthing his shaft with him, head thrust between his arms. He pulled further, and we both were able to kiss the head, and he open-mouth stared at me, tongue running around and around the cockhead. He couldn't quite reach the sensitive part in the back, so I helped out, but he pushed a little, and drove more cock into his mouth, until it slid in his throat – he was almost doubled up.
I pulled his hips forward on the couch, then gently pushing him back, I began sucking on his tight hole – quite brown like the rest of his skin, the opening almost looking hidden. Wiley barked out "Oh Fuck Daddy!" suddenly, no Papaw, and resumed sucking himself as I licked the edges of his anus, pushing my tongue in occasionally. I kissed it, sucking slightly, then as Skinny Wiley sucked harder, I pushed fingers in, opening the hole. He batted at my hands, but he could not take them away from his legs, so he just groaned and whined as I rimmed and played with his hole, stretching it while he was engrossed with his own surreal meat. I wanted to fuck him, but I didn't think he could handle big cock yet, he was extra tight. I leaned over, to his ear, my thumb now in his ass fishing around and rubbing his nut, "I fucked and sucked your father, Son, now it's your turn."
He grunted, trying to pull his legs back, shaking his head, but put my hands behind the small of his back, and in his self-suck crouch simply lifted him up and carried him to the bed setting him down against the head, knees by his ears. I was able to reach for some lube from my kit, and oiling both my hands, slapping them together, I began massaging his hole as he continued sucking, occasionally pulling on and massaging his balls. I pushed a finger in. "One" I said, catching his eye between his legs. I moved it around, finger-fucking his hole, pressing his thighs harder against him, pushing more cock in his mouth 'til he gagged. I pushed another finger in, "Two" I said, spreading them to stretch his tight hole – almost impossible to do. I squirted more lube on his hole, taking my fingers out then pushing my thumbs in, pulling out, then pushing two fingers in, then the forefinger of my other hand.
"Three," I said, thrusting with both hands in and out of his hole as I felt his asshole spasm trying to push me out. I fingered and played with his hole for quite some time, he briefly stopped sucking to groan and pull his legs even more forward, bent completely in half. I slowly wormed another finger in, saying "Four", and he moved his head, trying to get his cock up off his shoulder to suck again. I took a hand away from his ass, and holding onto his cock, curved it down until it popped in his mouth. I pushed two more fingers of my right hand now in his asshole, rotating my hand around as he alternated between an iron squeeze, and relaxed. "Papaws gonna fuck you now Son, you want that, you want that big cock I your hole baby?" Wiley froze, looking at me as I arranged myself in front of him, and I flexed my chest, rubbing my body with the shiny lube, and then sidled my cock up to his hole. I tickled it with the head of my cock,
"Think about Coach, Son!" I said, holding the head tighter to his closed hole, "All that cock ripping his hole open stud." I ran my cockhead in circles over his hole, as he grunted, and squirmed under me, trying to avoid the cock. I leaned forward, 250 lbs now angled to push into his hole, and just to make extra sure, I put my hands behind his upper back, and clasped them. He was bent double, cock in his throat, my cock knocking on the door, and as I bore down, I whispered, "Push your shitter man, open it up, push PUSH!" and he looked frightened, but when my head popped in, he suddenly relaxed, then tensed, shocked. "That's it son, open that shithole for Papaw, gonna get you a nice hot assfuck, you didn't want to fuck your Papaw now, did you, you wanted your Papaw to fuck you, eh, ever since you saw it." At that I flexed my hips, and slid in slightly.
"One" I said, laughing, "Now you get to count." Wiley shook his head No, trying to get his cock out of his mouth, but I'm afraid I was a bit overpowering. He squeezed his hole, so I thrust more, "Two" I said, and he shuddered in my arms, and I kissed his calves and knees, rubbing the inside of his thigh with my beard as I felt his asshole accommodate me. "Three" I said, thrusting, "FourFiveSixSevenEight" all at once, bearing down and tunneling into his asshole to the limit, popping his 2nd hole into his guts, and making a sickening slapping sound as my groin banged his ass. Wiley went limp, breathing hard with that cock still in his mouth, and I pulled out slightly, rotating my groin around "I want to hit all the spots son, just like Dad did, eh!" and jabbed more in him. I continued sawing in and out for a moment, feeling the hot canal wrapped around my cock as the base went free, then thrust in "FourFiveSexSevenEight" again, and then started a nice, slightly harsh fucking for Wiley.
He started shivering and twisting in my hands, then suddenly, his head pulled back as I felt him tense, and I heard him gulping, watching his cock throb spewing cum down his throat. He leaned his head back in that awkward position, and his steel-rod cock popped out, and flopped down from the pressure on it, almost to my mouth as he blew a load over his face, and my beard. I leaned forward, slam-fucking him now as he howled in front of me, and was able to work the tip in my mouth after an awful lot of scraping on my beard. I got a few mouthfuls of that bitter cum, slamming into him, then as the heat of the situation hit me – the story of him and his Coach he told while he stroked me, seeing him suck himself off, It was too much. I started hammering his ass, the rapid ball-bruising slapping sound echoing in the room while we both grunted, yowled and grabbed at each other.
A moment later I felt my cock pulsing, jets of semen blasting into his colon and rectum with each stroke, but I immediately pulled out, cock still jetting as his hole snapped tight behind me. I let him go, both of us gasping as more cum spewed out of my cock, his legs unfolding. "Papaw, you're still cumming!" he said, and diving at my cock as I twisted to avoid it. "No, not yet, let me rest, I've gotta cum again." My orgasm stopped, though my cum was still shooting, and both of us sat there breathing for a moment, Wiley curling up in my arms against my chest, playing with my fur, my cock bobbing up and down slowly, barely softening. Wiley slowly slid down and started sucking the tip of my cock, grunting, swallowing my cum, and started again, jacking his own cock off. We got in a 69 position almost immediately, and we were both straining to get each other's cocks down our throats.
I was still overly sensitive, but like in Corpus Christi, I was entering the "just continuous cumming" state, when I felt another orgasm come on. I pushed Wiley's long cock into my throat, and held it there, feeling Wiley's semi-soft cock suddenly jump as I started squirting again into his mouth, and as I pulled and locked on his head, into his throat. I was just in Bliss, that footlong hotdog perfectly, comfortably in my throat while I just shot and shot, driblets now, as Wiley struggled slightly, then I let him go. "Wiley" I grunted, more cum dribbling out of my cock, crazy waves of sensation going over it as he looked at me sternly, smile on his face, "Papaw, now you get some of what my Daddy gave." I was completely relaxed on the bed, exhausted, and little spasms of cum still shooting when Wiley, suddenly aggressive, actually pulled me to the edge of the bed.
I knew what was in store. He licked his fingers and started playing with my asshole, fingering me and pushing in, and with each touch and stretch, I couldn't help but to groan, my cock throbbing now, soaked with my cum. He spat on my hole, "You want that Papaw, Daddy-man?" He asked, two fingers in my ass, and I could feel him stretching the sensitive tissues open. He pushed in further, looking at me, "Let me take care of you Papaw!" He whispered, and I relaxed my hole pushing open to his fingers. He looked down, surprised, and then held the head of his long cock to my hole, rubbing it around. "Skinny Wiley, c'mon," I said, and he pushed the head in. "One," He began again and I laughed, suddenly flexing the legs he held up, and grabbing his body, I pulled him in at once. "Twelve" I roared, the full lance of his cock impaling my asshole as we both yelled in surprise, my prostate suddenly wildly massaged while it was still contending with the cum it was still shooting.
Wiley started battering my ass, begging Grandpa to milk him like he did his daddy, fucking suck long strokes that he gathered a huge momentum to slam against my ass. Each thrust pushed more cum out of me, and I felt like I was slowly drifting away, like I was stoned or high on something, but it was just the orgasm and sex. Wiley's handsome face contorted, and he looked down at my ass, reaching to feel the lips as he pulled out, sending more shuddering sensations through me. "Papaw, I love you!" Wiley whined, slamming harder now, and then suddenly thrusting deep, he began shaking and sputtering. His legs started shaking, and he wrapped his arms around my legs, hands clasped to his chest, and I told him "Daddy's been waiting son, for a long time. You know I wanted you to fuck and work Papaw, ever since your Daddy's been fucking me. Ohhhh!" I said, feeling another thrust as Wiley continued filling my ass with spurting cum, over-the-top excited.
"I'm your real grandpa son, you know it, don't you. First time you saw, same smile wasn't it." "Yess" Wiley said, in a tiny voice still shaking, "Please, I want you to be Grandpa." He continued to shove his cock in, my own orgasm now beginning to wane, a sheet of warmth coming over me starting from my groin and asshole. "Come here Skinny Wiley, climb up in in Grandpa's arms, give me some sugar." Wiley was shaking and struggling, stuttering and blubbering, dripping with cum from my ass. He climbed up on me, and wrapping my arms around him, we rolled over, and he kissed me, putting his head on my shoulder, then on my chest, shaking slightly as some more cum spurted out of his cock, and then he sighed again. "Papaw". I kissed his forehead, "Just get some sleep up on Papaw, young-un." And so we drifted away...
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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.