Timberfell Stories
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Lou and I woke up the next morning, he was wrapped in my arms and spooning, my cock hard and rubbing in the fur of his ass, but I was hungry. I pulled him around – he was woozy I think, it was sometime in the middle of the night for him though it was light outside – he was on a swing shift at the factory he worked in. I got into a 69 position, and skinned his thick foreskin – it was really thick flesh – back from his fat cock, and sucked the head in my mouth. Buried against his belly and fur, fur in his crotch, I lay there sucking, slowly moving his cock further and further in my mouth, stroking the wide shaft with both hands as I felt it press against the back of my throat. I relaxed, pulling out, and focused on the thick head – it was long, maybe 2-1/2" inches long, and fat, though he had a fat shaft to meet it, I was amazed at the heft in my mouth.
I rolled my tongue around the edge, under the sensitive rim, then continued sucking on it like it was a small plum in my mouth, then pushing back into my throat. I started stroking his balls – his sack was not shaved, but didn't have much hair on it, a wrinkly dark brown with nice nuts, and at that, his nuts started moving around, getting tight in their sack, when Lou finally woke up, "Daddy, Daddy I'm GOING TO CUM" he yelled, and at that, a thick glob of cum shot in my mouth, like a spoonful of vanilla pudding, and I gulped it down as his hips thrust crazily, and he thrashed in the bed, trying to find my cock (wrapped in sheets unfortunately), and then reached down quickly to hold me as another few shots of cum started my day off right. I backed off the huge head, rolling my tongue around as he fed me another small shot, and I then sucked on the tip getting some of the clotted cum out of his pisstube, while he moaned and shivered.
It was wonderful, and at that, I got up and started to get cleaned up for the day – I wanted to explore the Lodge in the morning when plants were still wet with dew, with my camera. I kissed Lou, and told him he could stay as long as he wanted, but he told me he had to be back home by 10, so had to leave soon, would I ever see him again. I told him Daddy was in the Lodge for two weeks, and we kissed and licked and played with each other for a moment, but he dozed back off in my arms, so sweet. I put some clothes on for breakfast, at a group table, self-serve not far from my room, and I was starving. I wanted a big meal, morning hike in one of Timberfell's hollers, then go into a local town to see the Planetarium I remembered fondly from when I was a teenager, so bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy, cereal, OJ, plenty of coffee, and the men around me were dumbfounded. "How can you eat that much and stay so buff," one handsome Dad finally asked.
"Hold your hand out." I said, and he did, I put my forearm under his hand. He looked startled, "You're not just Hot, your hot!" I grinned, and rolled my eyes. "Muscles generate heat just sitting still. If I didn't eat around 4000-5000 calories a day, I'd start shrinking, and that's the WORST! Know how to make a bodybuilder freak out?" They shook their heads, "Ask him if he's getting smaller because he's trying..." All coffee'd up, I went back to my room where Lou was beautiful, thick furry body on the bed, snoozing away, and I took off my clothes again, boots and socks on, Cameras out (Nikon D70, and a Zenza Bronica ETR, which I love in B&W since you can't get Kodachrome in medium format anymore) which I carry in a transparent fishing box. I walked out, then thought a second, and got a bright chrome cockring and put it on, and came out. I felt more, well, dressed (smirk).
Again, walking into a room of dressed people stark naked, the people were nervous, not me. The handsome Dad said "Lordy, he's big on top, he's big on bottom, and look at that big box!" and everyone laughed, breaking the tension a tiny bit. "What is that!" someone asked, and I let them look at the Bronica, which takes 4.5cm x 6cm images. I had an epiphany, and got the guys there to kind of bunch up, and balancing the camera on a table and taking the top pentaprism off was able to get in focus, and took a couple of pictures of them. I got their names and addresses to send them prints – since it's not digital. I think when they realized I wasn't standing there to just jack off, it did something, and everyone became much more friendly, and I gave handsome Dad a forehead kiss to a chorus of "Woooo!" sounds and walked out.
I walked off again by the big pond, everything fresh and nipple-tightening cool, through the lower campground with more guys staring, then up towards where the geodesic dome is with the bar, which is set at the bottom of a big holler, as we say in the south. Basically, where you have moderately steep hills going up, the small valley in between is a "hollow" or "holler" and the way it was situation, the rising sun would come through just perfectly diffusing light, casting a glow on everything. The creekbed at the bottom wasn't entirely dry, and I walked carefully along the sides photographing as I went along. The wind was rushing along, and I got goosebumps for a second, and heard a limb snap in the distance behind me, but paid no attention, walking along the creekbed, sort of dancing from side to side as I continued up. Timberfell is huge, maybe 100 acres – not sure – so you can walk quite a ways.
I heard a tree snap again, and a thump, and a faint "Dang". I turned back, and hopping back and forth along the creek (can you imagine 250lbs hopping like a faun?) and there was the Dad from breakfast, big smear of dirt on his side where he had fallen, and he was stark naked, with just some gym shoes on. "I thought I'd see you taking pictures, but damn buddy, you walk fast through this brush!" I tried to brush him off a bit, he looked rattled, and from a nearby Catalpa tree, got some big leaves and was able to scrub his skin a little with the hard veins. "I'm Joe, by the way," I began holding my hand out, "and you're very handsome..." "I'm Garland," he said, looking me up and down, and whistling. Garland was utterly smooth, with a light dusting of hair around his cock, and somewhat tannish skin, but no line or anything. He had wavy black/grey hair, a moustache, and kind of a dusting of hair as a beard.
"I see we shop at the same gentleman's store," I said, tapping his round silver cockring – mine was kind of flat – and he laughed, tapping mine too, then pulled me towards him, and gave me a luscious kiss. Not pressing hard, but was intense, and his tongue thrust in my mouth as I felt him exhale in a burst through his nose, fumbling to hold me, and hug me close to him. We paused, and I closed my eyes and gave in to him, still tasting faintly of bacon and coffee, and he kept moving his arms to try to clasp his hands, but finally they just slid down to my ass. His cock was starting to get hard, and he pushed it against mine. Breaking from the kiss, he spoke - "I've been dying to do that since I saw you, you, you are so..." and kissed me again. I opened my mouth wide, and he explored me completely, eating my lips and beard, moustache, and finally broke away slightly, almost shocked from the intensity.
"I, I don't meant to be stalking you, but I didn't know how much time I would have." I looked at him and frowned, "Time? You have a terminal illness measured in minutes?" he laughed nervously, "No, my partner is going to be coming up, and I didn't know, well, um." "I'm fine Garland, no drama." He grabbed me and kissed me again, squeezing hard, his cock now rock hard against me. "Let me look at you," I said, and kissed his shoulder. His cock was a beauty, completely smooth and brown, the foreskin flesh darker brown, pink head. It curved to the right, and was thick at the base, and tapered to a smaller pointed head. "That's a butt buster if I've ever seen one!" I grinned, tugging on him, and felt his big hairless balls, dangling down, then wet my hand, pulling on them and rubbing them against my palm. His eyes rolled up and he grunted, but I let him go and turned him around.
He had a great lean mature Dad body, ass as smooth as a baby's butt, nice shoulders, and legs that started to get hairy mid-thigh, sprinkling down along his calf. "Whoo, doggie. You're a hot Daddy!" I said, tugging at his cock again, feeling horny for cum. His cockring was working, his brownish cock was now rock hard and bobbing slightly, his cockhead a smooth shiny pink-purple. I stroked his ass, and began jacking him as he reached for my cock, his smooth hand pulling from base to the tip. "I'm only a top, I hope that's ok," he said, "Ain't nothing going to be able to get in my ass." That did it. I was dying to suck him. "Oh, that's AWFUL!" I said, rolling my eyes, and grinning, crouched down in my boots and licked the tip of his cock. "I can't believe, a muscleman like you..." I thought briefly, "What is it with the confidence of the guys here!" and at that, I slurped the head into my mouth.
I was rewarded with a tiny spurt of precum that I could taste, then I licked deep under the foreskin, pushing my tongue in and out, loving the feeling of being outside with a hot cock in my mouth. This was going to be an amazing trip, I could tell. I continued slurping under his foreskin, fucking into it with my tongue, then I started the trip into my mouth, slowly pulling back the foreskin as I pushed him in between my pursed lips – that got an amazing groan out of him. I had to jack off while I was doing this, and took hold of his cock with my left hand. I opened my mouth slightly, making horrible slurping sounds that vibrated his cock gently, then pressing my tongue up, got his cock to slide in between in a tight crevice. His legs buckled slightly, "Uh, OH, that's AMAZING!" he cried out, holding my head as I fucked into my mouth with his beautiful meat. I cocked my head sideways, to get the curve of his cock more easily situated for my throat, and slid it back until he was pressing against my throat hole.
He was a great suck, and I pulled and massaged his balls like a handle, pulling him towards me while I slowly glided my hand under my wet cock, just the smallest bit of stimulation that I knew would slowly drive myself crazy with sensation. I pulled him away from my throat, the angle was bad, and massaged the underside of his cockhead with my thumb, just in that little spot where the head and shaft come to a knot, and he shuddered. I did it very lightly, as I was stroking my cock, feeling the breezes come over us, the leaves shaking slightly, and goosepimples on his smooth skin. He was sighing more loudly, and I looked around, and letting his cock go, "Can you kind of lie back here Garland?" and he sat down in the leaves, leaning back against a tree. I couldn't resist, and got my camera out and asked if it was ok. The light was behind him framing his thick smooth leg, and as he leaned back, his thick uncut cock.
I came closer, and set my camera to take a triple exposure that I could combine later to get high-definition in the lightly shadowed areas. I hesitated, wanting to suck him, while he grinned, posing against the tree, his cock now lying invitingly up against his leg. I started taking pictures, walking around him, but gave up after a second, too hungry to wait. I got on my hands and knees, his cock now curved perfectly to go into my throat, and I slowly lowered my mouth down. I felt him knock on the opening, then I relaxed and he slid in, and immediately grunted, lifting his legs, crunching together a little, bit, head back and moaning, "Oh my GOD!" I was bouncing up and down on his cock now, popping in and out of my throat, feeling him twitch each time he plunged into my throat. I paused to look at his smooth skin, the small ruff of fur at the base, and reaching around got my camera taking close-ups, precum glistening, leaves and small dewy plants behind, delectable.
I continued sucking him, now stroking the shaft with both hands, feeling him squeeze my arms and chest, grunting as I deepthroated him over and over. I was jacking off now like crazy, my throat completely filled with his meat, and I looked up. "Garland, I want your cum, can you feed me your cum stud," I said, lewdly, stroking his meat and spitting on it, keeping it wet. "Baby, you can have anything you want, except my ass." I groaned, pushing his cock back in my throat, and now crouched over him like I was devouring him, did pushups over his body, his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth and throat as I let the amazing feeling wash over me completely. I spit on my hand and considered fucking down on his cock for a moment, but sex was overtaking my mind, and cum hunger, and I wanted him to cum for me.
I broke off, jacking off, trying to take more pictures, but finally put my camera back down, and spat on my hand twisting the head of my cock now, feeling a cum building up that started with my feeding from Lou. I started jacking off intensely, diving back down on Garland, and pulling on his balls and now I concentrated on his cockhead, which got a huge reaction from him earlier. I was so focused, slurping and hearing only myself and closing my eyes to the sensation of the cock, I missed hearing more limb snapping. I had to stop jacking off, because I was so close to cumming, but then heard a snapping sound, and opened my eyes to a pair of deck shoes and white socks. "Heyyyyy baby!" Garland said, and I looked up to a hot middle-aged man, younger than Garland, jacking off a long thin cock with a big head. He was slightly pear-shaped, not big shoulders, big beautiful furry legs, and a hot cock.
He was bearded, black beard, very red lips, glasses, and a conservative side-part, staring at me sucking Garland. "This is my partner, Wade," Garland said, "This is Joe, my cocksucker." Wade said nothing, and at that point he crouched down, and pulled a brown bottle out of his socks, and took a deep sniff, then a second and third. He continued jacking his beautiful cock off, pressing down against his big bush looking at me intensely with wet shining eyes, jacking off faster. "Suck Joe," Garland said, "Wade wants to see." I slurped the big cockhead in my mouth, looking up at Wade, who's mouth was open, and he crouched down to look closely at me sucking his husband's cock. He lost his balance, and got on his hand and knees, closer to the cock, and I could feel his hot breath as he jacked off, grunting and watching as that big cock disappeared in my mouth.
I pushed down until it popped in my throat again, "Feel his throat honey, HE can take it all in." Wade grunted, and reached out, feeling my throat with the thick cock inside, stroking my beard, his whole body shaking with the intensity of jacking off, grunting, an animal. He paused, and squatted again, with one finger closed his nose and inhaled the poppers, back and forth, back and forth, then crawled forward again, and with a huge pink tongue, licked his lover's cock while I shoved it in my throat again, pressing up and down rapidly. Garland reached out to Wade, and wrestled the poppers out of his hand, and started sniffing, and held them out to me, but I was fine. I looked up and saw a flush on Garland's chest, rising to his face, and I was aware his cock was getting harder. I started jacking myself off fiercely, twisting the head and shaft, overstimulating myself to prepare for the cum, and Garland slid down quietly, rolling his head back and then I felt the burst.
"OHHHH HONEY, He's taking my CUM in his THROAAAAAAT! Garland groaned, and I did feel him shooting deep in my gullet, which triggered me. I lost it completely, groaning and screaming, white-hot cum shooting out of my cock, my cries muffled each time the fat cockhead blocked my throat. I was in ecstasy, Garland writhing underneath me while I suckled every drop of his cum with my mouth and throat, and with a groaning coming in front of me, I was aware again of Wade, who was shaking violently, face almost purple watching me gulp and slurp down his husband's juice. Garland let out a huge sigh, and Wade reached out, fumbling, trying to find the poppers. Garland said "Honey, let Joe suck that long pecker. You'll love it." Wade grunted a "Yes," and struggled back on his feet, his cock hanging out in front of him, purple-red and foamy from his precum that had been jacking into a froth the last 10 minutes.
"That looks amazing," I said, winking at Wade, who smiled, and he staggered forward as Garland reached up to hand him the poppers. I was kind of jacked and sucked out for a moment, and I said, "Let me catch my breath," as I stood up, and leaned against the tree. I got my camera, and with Wade jacking there, black hair on his hands, took more pictures of him as he calmed down, and got he and Garland to lie together. Wade only stopped jacking off briefly, but continued like a demon now, thrusting his hips forward for my pictures. "Come here honey", Garland said, "show Daddy your hole." Wade bent over at the hips, and backed up to Garland who was leaning up against a tree, his fat cock soft and drying, and he began rimming his lover, then fingering his hole as Wade jacked off faster. I stood over and straddled Garland, directly in front of Wade, and sat down with Garland's cock against my asscrack, and with my cockring on, I was still half-hard.
I spit in my hand, and started jacking off again, but Garland reached out and started stroking me, so I let him. His fat cock in my asscrack was delicious, and I spread my legs slightly and tensed to squeeze him against me. "Fuck, you're heavy Joe," Garland said, "Feels good. I need that asshole chewing on my cock next." He seemed to be pushing harder into Wade, who grunted and arched his back, jacking off harder, and sniffed another few hits of poppers. I took hold of his cock, surprised at its flexibility, and leaned forward to suck the head in my mouth. Wade yelled, and Garland slapped his ass, "Hush!" and Wade grunted and I slurped on the head, tasting his precum. I leaned forward, feeling Garland's cock throbbing and he laughed as he thrust his hips against me, "Fuck, You'd crush my little peepee!" I sucked Wade in deeper, and literally swallowed his cock, feeling him snake into my throat.
I felt his hips vibrate, and saw Garland pounding fingers in his ass, and Wade arched his back again. I took hold of his cock, when I felt something electric on my cock. I looked down, and Garland was rubbing his thumb around and around my cockhead, rubbing the tip hard, and it was that electric stimulation just post-cumming, but wonderful. I sucked Wade back in, and began bobbing and slurping on him, feeling his ass being pounded by Garland, when I was overwhelmed with the cock deeply in my throat again, and that cum hunger came up. Wade abruptly grabbed my head, and shoved poppers under my nose, and I understood why he took so many hits- they were so mild. I took some sniffs, and mentally took a note to give him some of my "English Premium" back at the lodge, and I felt the lightness of the poppers over me, with my cock now feeling like I was radiating pure orgasm.
The orgasm feeling started spreading from my cock, Garland rubbing harder, completely controlling my cock as he finger-fucked Wade, when I started feeling my hips bucking – it was unbelievable, my cock squashed between Garland's thumb and forefinger while I was choking on his husband's wonderful snake. Garland started shoving hard, and suddenly I felt Wade's cock get hard. My own orgasm was now radiating all over me, but I was waiting to start squirting. Wade started whining and whinnying, and I felt a spurt of cum come from out of his fucktube, then more small squirts one after the other, feeding my throat and mouth. Wade was yelling out loud now, bucking against Garland's fingers, and I loved the small, steady stream of cum he was feeding me. My own cock started seeping cum, and all the hair on my body stood on end, waves of electric sex washing over me as my cock sensation got more and more unbearable.
Finally, I pulled off of Wade, and held Garland's hand, "Had enough muscleman?" I heard Garland laugh, and I heard a pop as he pulled fingers out of Wade, who, with spread legs, walked off a little bit. "Fuck, you were right honey," Wade said, suddenly talking. "OH!" he said, and walked a little more, rubbing his asshole. "Now I know what they mean when they say they walk funny afterwards," I said, grinning, and Wade and Garland laughed with me. Wade crouched again his cock dragging on the ground, and Garland got up, stretched, and played with his cock, flopping it back and forth a little bit. Wade stood up, and Garland slapped him hard on the ass, and said "Come on Honey," and they walked off, Garland winking at me. I leaned back against the tree, basking in the moment, wondering what time it was as I closed my eyes, just for a moment.
Well. I jumped when I realized I had nodded off, and realized the sun was higher. I packed my box back up, and started heading back down the hollow, seeing a lot more insects with the warming from the sun, and stopped for some great close-up plant shots beside the streambed in a mossy, boggy spot, wondering about that curious relationship. I wandered back, and saw a path meander off from the streambed that seemed to connect up with a newer RV parking area of the lodge further down, and started climbing. I suddenly heard a familiar sound, a smack-smack-smack of fucking. I paused, and saw that the path came to a clearing quite far ahead, and saw movement in the sunlight. I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I moved forward slowly, and there was one of the trucker dad types, pants down, shirt up, cap on, and a younger guy also pants down, shirt up, fucking him like a bunny, really going at it.
Looked like you could kind of 'escape' being seen from the RV parking area and cum to a little fuck nook, which had a bench, and small lean-to on one side. The younger guy looked up, straight at me, so the game was up, and he nodded for me to come over. He was a hard fucker, maybe 20, skinny, and his bottom must have been twice his age, holding onto a post in the ground, loving every minute of the fuck. "Hey man, let him suck you," the young guy whispered, as though the pounding slapping sound wasn't giving anything away. I walked up to trucker, and he grunted, reaching out for my semi-soft cock and pulled me towards him. He had dark brown arms in contrast to his white ass, and he slurped in my cock instantly, and expertly rolled it around in his mouth, getting a powerful vacuum to get me hard. I reached down to play with his nipples, and had a hard time finding them in all his fur, he was amazing, and had tiny nipples, very responsive.
Reaching down further, I felt his hard cock, a nice handful, and jacked him off feeling his balls bouncing against my hand, then I felt up further, but not able to reach around completely. I pulled back, and walked around to the watch the exhausting fast fucking, and walked around behind the younger guy, and put my arms around him, sliding down to feel his cockshaft sliding in and out of the trucker. My cock was getting harder again, feeling his ass bouncing and flexing against me. I moved back around and cupped the trucker's bearded jaw, and held up my cock again, which he sucked in like a heifer on a cow teat. Something about my hard cock that I was forcing in his throat, and the fucking, but my trucker reached up, and without so much as a grunt, started milking cum on the ground, nice spurts, and shivers running through his body, visibly quivering.
He pulled back slightly, grunted a "Thanks", and carefully got his clothes put back together. The young guy and I were staring at each other grinning, "Well," I said, looking at him. He was skinny, with a slight beard, thin fur on his body, and a nice cock for fucking – not too long, not too thick. "Daddy, I wanna fuck you." He said, and I shook my head, "Not ready now, stud." I walked over, and he felt my beard, "Oh, I want it bad daddy, please" and he started jacking off, feeling my thick chest, arms, cock. He was jacking as fast as he had been fucking earlier, and I said, "You want to get off don't you, get off with this big daddy body, fuck yeah horny man, touch it, feel it," I teased, and he looked startled, "Big fucking daddy ass, deep muscle ass, you like that, just fill daddy up huh?" and I put my hand behind his neck, spreading my legs as he squeezed and held my cock.
He looked at me urgently, mouth open and grunting, "Give me that cum boy, you want daddy all wet and dripping with semen," and I had barely finished when he began "UnnhhhhhhhHHHH" sounds, literally vibrating he was jacking so fast, and I took his hand, stuck his fingers in my mouth, and then pulled it up between my legs to feel my ass when he shouted suddenly, and I realized from this spot there was an echo. He spurted ropy cum all over the ground, and my legs and shoes, shaking and wobbling as I held onto him, and he coughed, and leaned against me. He was suddenly embarrassed, "Sorry, sorry man," and backed away, trying to get dressed, and I said "About what?" grinning, "I, uh, the cum." I slapped him on the back, and said, "Its all good, don't WORRY!" and pulled him over, and holding his neck again so he couldn't twist, planted a big kiss on him.
He struggled, then melted a bit, then hugged me, hands rubbing up and down quickly, frantically, "Oh my god Daddy, oh my god," and he kissed me again, rubbing my skin, and looking at me. "Aren't you, uh, how do you do that?" "What?" I said, genuinely mystified. "Nekkid." I looked at him, and opened my eyes wide. "I'm nekkid, OH FUCK!" I pretended to look down. "Shoot, someone got my clothes!" He burst out laughing, and said "Oh shoot, you don't care do you Daddy!" and at that he rubbed me again brusquely, like I was cold, and "click" sound with his mouth, and shook his head. "I wish I was a jaybird like you." And at that he walked off, leaving me with my hard cock dangling a bit. I had to move on, I wanted to go up to Bay's Mountain, and it was a bit of a drive.
I continued the trail up the upper RV area, then down back to the pool, which was starting to get populated, and walking by the bartended at the cabana nearby, he said "Looks like you got some good shooting done, huh daddy?" Everyone sitting around the bar groaned and rolled their eyes, I winked at him then noticed Garland and Wade by the pool. I walked over, and they were surreptitiously stroking their cocks, keeping them hard, watching all the men walking around – we all nodded, and Garland winked at me again, and waved me over. I leaned down to the two of them, noticing everyone was staring at us, "Anytime you need some Daddy," Garland said, and Wade stroked my legs. "We're here all weekend, and will have some friends with us." I winked at them, and wondered how much more intense this was going to get!
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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 http://bigmusclebears.com as well as texbearjoe.tumblr.com http://texbearjoe.tumblr.com, and you may contact him directly at texbearjoe@gmail.com 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.