This is a fictional story about three totally unrelated men that live or have lived in Texas. Jeff. The older short guy with the southern drawl. Tyson the big black bull I met onlinee, and Bryan a friend I haven't seen in ages.
All three of these men are true Texas bulls. They are sturdy, hunky men with big dicks. As they say, every thing is bigger in Texas.
This is only fiction as I have never had sex with any of them. Although the thought of a gang bang with them sets my balls afire.
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I'm gonna tell you about the hottest ass wrecking I have ever had. And the three guys involved. Yes three guys.
I hadn't heard from Bryan in years. I always thought he was so damned hot. A coupleyears younger than me . But Bryan was originally from Kentucky. He has since moved to Texas.
When we first met, we were both in relationships. And if i hadnt been in a couple relationship, I would have jumped him. Ya see, Bryan is this very hot cowboy type. Yup, boots and hats. Jeans, rodeos and line dancing. The whole nine yards.
Speaking of 'nine'. Way back when we first met. This was on a chat site. It seems ages ago now. As I mentioned he lived in Kentucky. I lived in California at the time. So we couldn't really meet then.
But we flirted alot back then. Even exchanged sexy pictures of ourselves. This was of course before we both found relationships. And getting back to that 'nine' I speak of. That's Bryan's cock size. Or almost 9 if memory serves. He had sent me a pic of his cock those many years back. That big log he held up from his lap was massive. Pale pink growth that would wreck ass if he wanted.
"Damn" I remember saying when he first sent it to me"
"Hung like a horse mister"
Me, myself. I am a nice 7. But itty bitty compared to his.
"If I wasn't way over here" I had said
That's when he had told me to move to Kentucky. But as fate would have it that never happened. Then we both found relationships as short time later. And then we met for the first time in Florida. We all went to Disney for "gay days" that year.
"Gonna met my online buddy Bryan" I had said to my boyfriend at the time
"He is a super nice guy"
Of course I never did show my beau the picture o had of Bryan's privates. That would have sent strange signals to him. Obviously. It wouldn't have matter anyways. We broke up a few years later.
Bryan on the other hand had found a great guy in David. They were together until David passed away from cancer. But more on that later.
We ended up meeting with them at Disney and I hugged Bryan hard. He was so much hotter in person. Made me almost regret not moving to Kentucky when he asked. He wore his standard jeans and boots. And those jeans were sporting a healthy bulge down his leg. It was all I could do not to grab him. But I would never have messed up his happiness. But our friendship grew after our meeting.
I called him when I had my break up the following year. And also with the next two. I wasn't lucky to find a great guy like he did. But Bryan was always there to lend a friendly ear. A soft tender voice on the phone. Or the few other times we met up in person again.
In all I felt that I did miss my chance with him those years back. But again Bryan was still my best bud, even when he moved to Texas.
Jeff was an older guy I met when I moved to Florida. After some years of unhappinesses and just struggles living on my own in the very expensive West coast, I moved to Florida where my family lived.
It's where I met the last guy I was with. Another disaster of a relationship unfortunately. Again I felt I was always with the wrong guy. And it was Jeff that kind of helped me end that mess.
Jeff was. This short beefy guy who was from Texas originally. The southern drawl. Heavily from his life in Texas as a youngster. But Jeff was a nice guy with a big dick that was on my bowling league I had been on as recreation when I lived in Florida. And what was funny I met Jeff through my ex. Because it was his bowling league I had joined.
"Holy fuck" I had said the first time I saw Jeff's crotch.
It was maybe the third time we bowled. And the first time I really looked at Jeff. I mean I could always tell Jeff was a bull if sorts. You could see from his strong arms and beefy chest that he worked his body. And his butt always looked good in those jeans. But when I saw him that day my jaw dropped open and he first sat there tying his shoes.
I gazed at the muscled biceps he had as the shorts sleeve shirt stretched as he reached for his feet. Then as I glanced at Jeff's arms,my eyes caught view of his crotch. There seemed to npbe a big mass bunched up between his legs. But I wasn't sure until he stood. Then he did. My eyes nearly pooped out of my head. He had a fat lump to the left of. His crotch in those jeans. I almost dropped the ball I held. He smiled at me as he looked up and prepared to bowl.
Needless to say when the relationship was going south with my ex, Jeff was there to pick up the pieces. He was nice guy after all.he just told me to dump the guy if he wasn't worth it . and even told the guy to get outta the league. I was surprised he took my side over my ex. But was greatful to him. Just wish I could have 'really' thanks the hunk.
I met Tyson online the other year. I was actually tired if Florida already. But wanted to see where to move. But had really no idea. Tyson I met on a hook up site if you will. I had recently broken opup yet again for the 4th time in a dozen years. I was just over relationships in general. And decided that hook ups were the only way to go from now on.
So I was trolling the site for hot bear types, because that has always been my preference. Then I came across the hit black bear of a man. Tyson was big. Bug meaty. Thick legs and a very big bulge in the underwear that was trying to hold his big dick. I was I lust and wanted to jump the guy through the screen.
"Hahaha. Can't " he said laughing
"You live in Florida and I live in Texas"
"And unless you are coming here to get rammed by this"
He grabbed his huge bulge and shook it at me. Squeezing the thick stem confined in the seemingly small briefs.
"Then this ain't in the cards buddy" he added
'Fuck'. He was right. He was too far for me. To hook up. Even though at the timeiI knew two people who had moved to Texas. My sweet old friend Bryan. And Jeff the hot short stud from bowling. He had moved back to Texas just last year for family reasons.
So I pondered the thought of Texas. But then decided no. Cuz I had a job here in Florida. It was just work. But it paid well. And the thought of looking for another his was a dread. So I stayed. And no fun for me.
It was interesting as the events that finally lead me to leaving Florida were intense to say the least. But as it's a csae of getting totally screwed by my boss and the company I worked for, I was ready for a change.
I contacted my dear friend Bryan from Texas. He said he offered a stay at his place until I got my bearings. It was sweet of him to say the least. And I more than appreciated it.
"Besides" he had said
"Since David passed away, have been alone here"
"Could use the company"
So my first objective was a job. Even before deciding on moving there I needed a job. But even that was helped out by good ole Bryan. I sent him my resume as he knew a guy that was looking for someone.
"Probably not tons of money" Bryan said
"But it will get you here"
So I agreed. And then without even an interview, I was hired. Thanks again to Bryan. So then i cleared out some stuff. And packed up my moveable things and drove to Texas. My bigger things like furniture. Was getting delivered to a storage place near Bryan's place. He said it's good and reasonable. So it was me and the road.
And as I do. I had posted the move to Texas on social media. So people I talked to would know where I was going. And as I was on the road heading for Texas, i got a call from Jeff. He saw that I was moving to Texas and said if i was near him to look him up.
"We Can catch up man" he said
I was in Austin in a day and a half. Justin was the most gay bfriendly part of Texas. And where Bryan lived. When I drove up to his place it was mid day. But it was also the weekend. Bryan sauid he would be home to make sure I could get in.
When I got to his place, I rang the bell. I was nervous as all Hell. This was a big deal, this move. And I hoped it would work out. And I hoped I would make the cute Bryan regret having me there at his place.
Then the door opened...............
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