Timberfell Stories
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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As I drove away from Timberfell Lodge (a nice men's naked resort in TN) to see the Planetarium, I kind of relived its place in my life in the past. The Planetarium and I have our own story, from when I grew up in Kingsport, Tennessee. I begged my parents to go and got to do so in my early teens – and it was amazing. It wasn't just the science of it – which was fantastic, being a geeky kid, but it was my first exposure to "Synthesizer" music from the 70's. I remember listening to Holst's "Mars" by Tomita (you can't even get it now) with the electronic burbles and beeps, and it was just mind-blowingly futuristic. I can remember making small synthesizers from chips (the miracle of the Op-Amp on a chip) and local electronic repair stores, where I could hang out and get odds and bits and pieces. I became friends with one of the guys from the Planetarium, who was just a god to me, handsome, long hair, big bushy sideburns, and extensive knowledge of that music.
I was just crazy about Larry Fast (Synergy), Klaus Schulze (talk about names from the past), Tangerine Dream. He insisted on me calling him Jed, not Mr. Martin, and one day I met his son at the show. His son Hale (I wondered if his dad named him after the observatory) was a few years older than me, actually had body hair bursting out of his collar (at 15, I didn't have any), and was extremely cool – he also called his father Jed, and we were all intensely interested in the world of synthesizer music. I remember afternoons at his house listening to his father's collection, the three of us talking, and I got to be good friends with them. One visit, Jed wasn't there, and Hale told me he had to show me something. He pulled out the album "Body Love" and it was shocking – the cover had three sort of writing nude women on it, and he told me it came from a porn movie. I felt grown-up, and surprised a bit by his showing me, and he hinted that there was "more from where that came from."
I was kind of vibrating, as you can imagine. Hale called a month or so later, and said his Dad wasn't home but he had some stuff to show me, and somehow I got my parents to take me over. Hale grinned, and was cagey, but I had to promise I wouldn't tell anything to anyone, ever. Of course I did (although it's now 37 years later, I think the note I signed and stamped with my thumb – in blood! – is invalid). Hale and I carefully snuck into his father's bedroom (I never got the full story on the absent Mom). That room is seared in my memory – on the right of the door was the big bed, covered with a black fake-fur bedspread, A big window on their front yard, and a dresser facing the bed with a window on top. To the left was a closet with sliding mirrored doors. In the bottom drawer of his dresser, he pulled out an envelope of black-and-white photographs. Of his father.
I really didn't have vocabulary to describe or imagine what I was getting into at the time, but I was ready to cum. Jed had a very hairy broad chest, great body for the 70's, huge bush of pubic hair, and was sitting back in front of a mirror kind of sideways if you can visualize it, with his uncut cock standing straight up, like a pole. "Uh, wow, your Dad is hairy!" Hale was very proud, "So am I, but look at how big he is, I hope I get that bit!" and we leafed through the photos, then several photos were not of him in a mirror, but sitting and grinning at the camera, with a soft grey background sitting in a chair, legs spread and asshole to the edge of the chair, big dick straight up. Instantly I asked, "I wonder who took these!" and Hale smirked, his Uncle had a portrait studio and he was sure it came from there. More and more pix. I wanted to borrow them so bad and jack off, I could taste it, and my mind was racing to connect the dots, and make an excuse to do so.
I noticed more folders in the drawer, but didn't say anything, and there was a lumpy bag to one side, with a drawstring tied closed. We went back and listened to music, and talked about dick, and Hale was very casual about it all. I went home and immediately jacked off thinking of Jed, and all that hair, and his uncut cock. I had to jack of a few times, actually. I got the latest copy of music by "Tangerine Dream" a week or so later, and my parents dropped me off to play it and visit, and at that point I decided I had to bicycle there even though it was quite hilly. Hale immediately took me to his father's bedroom, bypassing the music, and we got into the drawer again. Under the first folder, he took out another one and this time there was his father, and another man and a woman in some of the pictures. The two men had similar builds, and were very furry, but I couldn't quite get the second man's face in the pictures.
There were several very clear, very static pictures of his father pushing his cock into the woman's pussy, which was completely shaven – quite shocking to me actually. The lips of the pussy were pulled wide around his father's hairy cock, and you could see the hairs at the bottom of his cock glisten with juicy wetness. My mind was completely a volcano at this point, complete sex overload looking at my friend's father like this. There was also a shot of him lying down, asshole towards the camera, and the woman sitting on his cock, but you could really see his asshole clearly I remember, all the hairs. Then the next picture I just lost it, the other man was pushing his finger in his father's asshole, a clearly glistening wet finger. I just kind of gurgled, and Hale laughed, "You ever had anything in your hole, Joe?" I kind of stuttered, and said no, of course not.
Then it was the killer picture. His father had the woman on him, shot from the side, but very clearly his tongue was stuck out and an uncut cock was lying on it. His eyes were closed, and you couldn't see more of the other man than the fat cock jutting out. "Man, I gotta jack off," he said, "Do you mind? Wanna jack off?" and at that, Hale stood up, and unzipped his pants. He put the pictures on the bed, and pulled down his pants and underwear, "Come on, we don't have a lot of time!" and out popped his cock, very hairy. He gripped it from the top, which hadn't occurred to me (I saw more in France) and started jacking off, and I reluctantly pulled my pants down, underwear, and my cock popped up hard enough to hammer a nail. "Wow Joe, you've got a long one for a kid!" Hale said, as I looked at his hairy legs. That was the first body hair I developed and mine were pretty shaggy, and stocky from marching in band.
We stood there jacking off, moving pictures around and remarking on his Dad's hair, and how far the finger got in his asshole, but never saying anything about his cocksucking. It didn't take long, and Hale said he was going to shoot, and with that he stood back, and pointed his cock into his other hand and grunted, filling it with sperm. I lost it then, and shot my load, but it kind of spewed around a bit, and to my horror, a glob landed on the photograph of his father sucking cock, and immediately the paper soaked up the liquid and there was a pale mark on the photograph. Hale looked at me, I looked at him, and he ran to the bathroom and carefully wiped up the tiny stain. I apologized, racked with guilt, and Hale said "You'll just have to make it up to me." My heart started beating, hard.
Not long after, Jed came in, from a 2nd job he had, and I could smell him – he was dressed, but all I could see was him naked, that big handsome face – he had a five-o'clock shadow now – and his beautiful cock jutting up. "Joe, you ok, you are looking kind of funny!" Jed said, and I said "Oh no," and showed him the new Tangerine Dream album, of course Dreaming of him naked the whole time. The following Sunday Hale called me, whispering on the phone, "My Dad's jacking off." My blood froze. "How do you know?" I asked. Hale and I were regular jack off buddies at this point. "He locked the door to his room, and I went outside. If you stand on the air conditioner you can look in the window, and I saw him jacking off with some magazines. I have never bicycled so fast to someone's house. Breathless, I walked around the house and there was Hale, looking in.
I quietly got on the air conditioner with him, and his Dad was in front of one of the closet mirrors, jacking off. "He's already cum once," Hale said. His Dad squirted something from a tube on his cock, and started jacking off hard, looking at himself, then walked back over to the bed, and sat down, back on the backboard, looking at the magazines. His cock looked... pointy. "Why is it so pointy?" I asked, and Hale said, "He's still got the skin on it, it hangs over." I didn't question that. "Watch!" Hale said, and his dad started wriggling around, and leaning back he gripped his cock, and I counted squirts of cum up over his furry belly, chest, and with his open mouth, he hit is face, flinching. "Wow!" Hale said, and we quickly kind of stole off, and went back in the house. It was only a moment later, Jed came out and I was surprised, he was just in his underwear.
We didn't do that in our house. He said a casual "Hello," and sat down and put some football on TV. Hale and I were going crazy, and somehow got in the bathroom and were jacking off, when Hale grabbed my cock and jacked me off, so I touched his cock. It was electric, the feeling of his meat, and his hand on mine – it suddenly reminded me, I don't know, that I couldn't tickle myself, but someone else could. His grip was so overpowering sexual, more than mine was. It took me no time to cum, and we both pointed cocks into the toilet. We walked back out, and without looking up, Jed said "You boys OK?" There was a sound in his voice. He knew. A week went by, and Hale and I talked every day about sex, about pushing things in assholes, and what cock must taste like. I got another call from Hale, his dad was jacking off again. I zoomed over, and this time his Dad was on the bed without magazines.
Hale acted a little odd as we stood on the air conditioner, and suddenly his Dad looked up, straight at us. I froze, and Jed walked up to the window, trying to look mad, but a big grin broke out and he waved his finger, and said loudly, "You boys come in here. Now." I thought that was that. I was going to be punished, never see Hale or Jed again, and my parents would cause problems. We both walked in, and Jed was standing there naked, hands on his hips. "You know it's not right to spy on someone." We both kind of said yeah, Hale pulling his hair back over his ears. Then the words came out. "If you want to watch, just ask." He marched us to the basement room where we listened to his hi-fi, and put on some music, pulled some chairs up, and sat down himself on a swivel office chair. "Let's see if you know how to jack off." Talk about operant conditioning – music and an incest Dad and son.
Hale was completely discombobulated, I had never seem Mr. Cool so excited. We took our clothes off while his Dad stroked his cock, the music pounding in the room. Beside Jed's big hairy body, I had never felt so chubby and awkward, but he put me at ease instantly. "WHOA!, look at that penis!" He said, and reached out and squeezed it. "You're big sport, how old are you Joe?" "Fifteen," I croaked, my voice cracking. "You're going to be pretty big when you're older, you're still growing. Bet you'll be seven or eight, that's big." He continued to squeeze and jack me off, and looked at Hale, "You're as hairy as all the family men son," and patted him on his hairy belly, Hale blushing and his cock standing up at a sharp angle. "And a nice fat penis Sit down." He leaned back slightly, like in the photographs, and his cock stood straight up, the skin making a point at the tip.
"Hale, let me start with Joe." And at that, he reached over and put my right hand on his cock. He was definitely hairier than Hale, his cock hot, and slightly moist. I started jerking him off, and he laughed, grabbing my wrist. "Slowly, help me enjoy it son. Like this." He reached over and got a bottle of baby oil, and dribbled some on his cock. With that, he leaned back again, and cupping his cock, stroked with his forefinger and thumb in a circle from tip to base, very slowly, groaning for effect. The music was seething in some sort of dreamy thumping from Tangerine Dream. Hale reached over, and exactly as his father had, stroked the cock from tip to base, and his father leaned back further, "That's it Son." Hale slid off his chair, and on his knees, stroked his Dad's cock very slowly, hand-over-hand. "See Joe, Hale's done it before." My mind was spinning, and Hale grinned at me.
Hand-over-hand. I got on my knees, and reached out, and Hale stood up, stroking his cock, and I tried the same thing, hand-over-hand feeling the rubbery skin, and pulling his foreskin down slightly. His head was very pink, and white, and popped out as I pulled down, and I stared hypnotized by his low-hanging balls, they seemed twisting in their hairless sac. Hand-over-hand, I kept going, and Dad Jed twitched whenever I grabbed a hold of his bare cockhead, with the foreskin pulled back. "Uncircumcised men are sensitive Joe," Jed said, "That's very intense." I had a looser grip, then Hale kneeled again, and he started sliding down, then I put my hand on, then Hale, then me, over and over with Jed sighing and leaning back, hands clasped in the fur over his belly. "Very GOOD boys, that's perfect. Joe, come here."
I stood up while Hale continued masturbating his father, and Jed put his big hand on my cock again, wet from the baby oil, and squeezed my cockhead, sliding down to the base just as he had done himself. I came. It was too much at once, and my voice raised an octave and a kind of "OHHH" came out. I noticed that I shot a nice load all over Jed's chest, and he aimed it up at his mouth, almost surreptitiously. "Whoops there buddy!" and at that he patted me on the belly, and said, "Rest, you'll recharge fast." Hale continued masturbating his father, and his father said, "Now look at the balls boys." We both sidled up to his crotch, his cock now looming in front of his and his balls sitting on the chair cushion. He flexed or something, and the balls pulled up a little and sagged. "When I tell you I'm ready to cum, tell me what you see."
Hale apparently squeezed his Dad's cock a little more and Jed groaned, and Hale moved even more slowly now. I was literally inches away from his shiny cockhead, and I wanted to taste it so bad, my mouth was open, and I kept licking my lips I think. Jed was watching through slitted eyes, and I suddenly noticed his balls pulling up, almost imperceptibly. "Hale, son, take 5." Hale let his Dad's cock go, and it twitched and bobbed a little bit, and his balls settled back on the chair. "What did you see Joe?" He asked, "Your balls moved!" I said, a little surprised. "Stroke it Sport!" Jed said, and I did the same hand-over-hand, trying different pressures, hoping I could do this all day. His balls started moving back up, and he told me to stop. "Hale, you get in the driver's seat." Jed said, and slowly creaked up, his cock swaying in front of him. Hale sat down awkwardly, almost falling off backwards, but got his balance, and his cock stood straight up like his Dads.
His father then took hold of it, and started the hand-over-hand stroking and Hale put his hand on his face, gasping. "Come on, Joe" Jed said, and I touched his hand, electric in itself, and we started four-handed jacking of Hale. Hale's balls were pulling right up – "Look, they're getting tight!" I said, and Jed looked at me, pulling his face forward, and then sticking his lips out obscenely, capped his son's cock. He pulled the foreskin down as Hale kind of grunted, holding his hand over his mouth and I saw his balls pull up tight until it looked like it was just a cock with a lump at the bottom. Jed's lips were pursed over Hale's cock as he stroked it, and then I Hale twitched, and Jed opened his mouth and made a huge slurping sound, and I watched his Adam's apple bob. I knew he was drinking his son's cum, me made no pretenses about it, gulping it down, and almost not able to catch it all, some dripping out as Hale gripped the sides of the chair in a frenzy.
Jed leaned back, and licked the drips of cum off his prickly face, and said, "What do you think of that Joe?" I didn't have words. I was completely overwhelmed, my poor 15-year-old mind was melted. "I, I like it." I finally said, words coming back to me. "Now it's your turn." He said, and standing back up, He lifted Hale's shoulders until Hale got up. Jed sat back down, balls settling into the chair cushion, and I scooted forward to jack him off, just as he showed me, my hands starting at the uncut head, pointed, pulling the skin down, then my small hands settling in the fur at the base of his cock as my other hand touched the bare cockhead, stroking down. Hale watched, hypnotized along with his Dad, as we all watched, music pounding, at his Dad's cock being stroked. After another quarter hour, almost I saw Jed's balls move, and my stomach got butterflies. "Joe, you know what to do." Jed said, and his balls started pulling up.
"Put your lips together son, like you're whistling." I did so, and leaned forward, stroking his cock, smelling his stinking sweat. "Cap the tip," Jed said, "get a good hold of it. There's going to be a lot of semen for you." Hale leaned forward, "Dad, can he suck mine too?" he asked, Jed nodding, mouth open staring at the scene in front of him. I met his cockhead, and jacking his shaft now alone, Jed said, "You need to get a better hold. Suck the head son." And I did so, Jed groaning. He suddenly became more energetic, and then completely still, muscles all contracting, and I knew the balls were pulled up like his son, though I couldn't see. "Uh, uh UHHHH!" he grunted between gritted teeth, and a shot of cum gooshed in my mouth. With my suction, it all held in, and in an instant my mouth was full of the thick soupy sperm.
I swallowed, and almost gagged, but was too distracted and excited, suddenly making slurping sounds as I lost complete vacuum with the big cockhead, so I sucked again, then swallowed, and understood why some cum dribbled out of Jed's mouth, it was dribbling out of mine. I gulped the cum down, and knew I was hooked. Finally, Jed said, "OK OKOKOKOK" and pulled me back from his cock, laughing. "Time out!" and messed up the hair on my head. Hale looked at me smirking, and Jed leaned back forward, pulling his foreskin back over his cock. "Let me change the music. Hale, want to get the bag?" Hale exploded, running up the stairs while Jed put another stack of albums on the changer, and got a small brown box out of a cabinet. I was so in love with him, I loved everything about him, I sat there panting. He came over with the box, and inside was a small cigarette and an alligator clip.
I knew from anti-drug advertising that this was marijuana, and Jed lit it up, and carefully took a puff from the tiny tip, and handed it to me. "Uh, that's not good for you?" I said, and Jed grinned. "Don't believe everything you read." I carefully held it, and he said, "A tiny breath, just barely inhale." I did so, and acrid smoke went in my mouth, and lungs, I thought I was going to cough, but he intoned, "Hold it, hold it..." And then I let out. I didn't know if I was dizzy from the smoke, oxygen, or the pot, but I felt lightheaded for a second. Hale bounded back down the stairs, his cock bouncing and his skinny hairy body looking amazing, and he pulled the hair out of his eyes, opening the bag. Inside were some rings, some sort of big electric thing with springs, and a couple of penis-shaped tubes. Jed put the electric thing on his hand, the springs on the back of his hand, and said "This is for massage."
He took it off his hand, and took another puff from the joint, and handed it to Hale, which shocked me. I was very shockable. Hale took a few quick puffs, and we passed it around twice, listening to the spacy music, which I suddenly connected to the Planetarium. Jed got back in the swivel chair, and scooted forward. The room was swimming slightly for me, nicely, and it felt like someone was gripping my cock, and stroking my asshole, I was so horny. The pot was kicking in I guessed, and Jed leaned back, "Come here boys." We stood beside him, and he pulled us to our knees, and began kissing back and forth, until I was kissing Hale and his Dad together. Time stood still. I was just my mouth and kissing, Dad and Son, feeling his bristles on my cheeks and tasting the smoke of the joint in his mouth. I finally noticed that Jed was hard again, cock standing up, and he hugged both of us scooting forward some more.
He leaned back, but almost fell off the chair, and getting up angrily, rolled it away and lay down on the shag carpet. He got up again, and walked over to the couch, and pulled some cushions off, and came back between us, putting the cushions on the floor. Jed then carefully sat down on the cushions, and then putting his hands back, slid slowly until he was lying on his shoulders, hips up in the air, and his cock standing straight up. I immediately reached out and started jacking him, hand-over-hand and then thought for a second, and twisted my hand like I was pulling the top off a jar. "YOU GO JOE!" Jed said, writhing on the floor lewdly, but then he struggled, leaning forward, and pulled his legs up, now his asshole directly in the air. It was the same hairy hole as in the photograph, but in full-color now, and I was mesmerized. I reached down and touched it, and it twitched and Jed laughed.
Hale came over, and holding the bottle of baby oil too high, dripped some on the carpet, then his Dad's hole. "Rub it in son," Jed said, after we both stared at it, stoned, and Hale got on his knees, and slowly, in a circular motion, rubbed the hole, which moved, and seemed to almost pop open. Hale touched the hole with his forefinger, and stared at me, pushing his finger in. I got very close, and watched Hale move his finger in and out of his father's hole, and he jerkily pushed in. Looking at me, he whispered hoarsely, "Hold your hand out," and he put my finger against his father's hole. I looked over and Jed was looking straight up, breathing quickly, and I looked up and realized that the low ceiling was glass tile. He was watching his son and his son's friend play with his asshole while he now and then stroked his cock. "Hale, I need the Locker Room" he said, and I wondered what kind of code that was.
I poked my finger in Jed's hole, excited beyond belief and Jed grunted, "Slow son, remember, enjoy it." I pushed just the tip in, and he said, "Now, twist it slowly, move it around in a circle, pushing the edges." I did so, and he sighed, his big balls hanging up now around his fat cock. "You want to touch all the edges, and the inside, don't miss a spot!" he said, grinning in the mirror as I looked up, and I diligently did exactly that, feeling around the edges of his hole while I heard Hale rummaging around upstairs. I then pushed in just the tiniest bit further, and kept rubbing around in his hole, making sure to touch all the spots inside that hot cavity, while Jed groaned more, stroking his cock again. "Yes, that's it. There, there it is Joe, touch, push Ahhh! Now more there," he kept guiding, like a patient teacher.
My head was buzzing as I played with his hole, then I got another electric shock, "Lick my Dad hole, Joe." Jed said, and I thought that was too far. I stared at it, thinking of poop, but I felt I had to comply. I leaned forward, my tongue barely out, and touched his hole, waiting for an awful taste to overwhelm me when Hale came down. "Daaaaaad, he said, and I looked up to see him grinning, jacking off. "DON'T STOP" Jed begged, and then reached out to Hale, who handed his father a tiny bottle. I heard sniffing while I continued, substituting my tongue for the finger, licking all around, making sure I touched all the spots like he said. Suddenly the hole widened, or relaxed, and Jed groaned loudly as I heard more sniffing up above me. Hale crouched down, and I saw how red his face was, and we both started licking his Dad's hole, Hale grunting and almost talking to himself.
"Come here Joe, come on boy," Jed whispered, waving at me. I walked over, and Jed immediately grabbed my cock, painfully erect, and pulled it towards his mouth. He did purse his lips and clamp on the tip, he gargled and sucked at it, whining and grunting like an animal, a big furry animal. I felt his tongue slowly move around the head, then he almost bit on it, startling me, then held the base, licking from bottom to top, sucking the tip hard. "Think you can do that Joe?" He said, then plugged it back in his mouth, sucking harder and bobbing his head, looking up past me to watch himself sucking cock. "Show Dad your cock," he said, breaking away, "Walk around. I want to see that big meat!" and I was confused, but backed away, and walked away from him, then back, his eyes glued on my cock. "Here, here now," he said, "Show it to Hale."
I walked over to Hale, who was still sucking his Dad's cock, and he looked up, watching my cock sway in front of me, then reached out. "Suck it Hale, suck your friend's cock for Dad" and with that Hale lunged at me, mouth open and pushed my cock in to the base. "Watch, watch it honey!" Jed said, and Hale pulled back, and I was amazed he didn't gag or something. He lunged again, and I felt the tip of my cock push, then pop against something, then Hale did gag. He pulled back again, and my crotch and ass felt like I was on fire – not hot, but something amazing. "Show it off Joe, come on Honey," Jed said urgently, and I walked back, Hale now burying several fingers in his Dad's ass. "Fuucck!" Jed said, and goosepimples came over me, that word! Jed suddenly rolled off the cushions, and got on his knees, "Show me that cock son," he said, jacking off differently than he had earlier, jerky and fast now.
"Hale, get Joe down." And Hale pulled me back over to the cushions, and got me to lie back like Jed had, and I felt very exposed. Everything was happening much faster now, and Hale was suddenly licking my asshole. I yelled with the sensation, looking horrified at the mirrors and seeing my friend licking and sucking at my poop hole, sending crazy sensations all over me while Jed put that thing on his hand, plugging it in an extension cord. The music was loud in my ears, then the buzzing of the massager started, and Jed kneeled down, rubbing my belly, then touched my cock. It was like an explosion of sexual energy spread out from my cock, and I became incoherent. I wasn't cumming, but it was like cumming, and Jed stroked my cock lightly with his fingers while Hale continued eating me.
I couldn't take it and tried weakly to push against him, when Jed laughed. He stopped jacking me off and got a very small tube out, and put baby oil on it. "Here Hale," he said, and Hale started rubbing it against my asshole. Jed suddenly started rubbing my asshole with his vibrating fingertips, which made me almost faint, and my asshole literally went numb after a moment. Then I felt the pressure. I looked up and Hale had positioned the tube at my asshole, and was pushing it in, like his finger. It was a lot of pressure, and my entire groin was now twisting with sensation when Jed took off the massager, and put it on Hale's hand. Then I died. Hale took a hold of the black rod in my ass with the hand with the massager on it, and every bit of me started exploding from the sensation inside my ass – it was vibrating very hard! I opened my mouth to yell, but all that came out were grunts and gurgles, when Jed threw gasoline on the fire.
He took a small rag, and turned the bottle upside down, then held it over my open mouth. In an instant my whole body was one big orgasm, I was wracked with sensation as my mind drifted away completely and I saw, as through from a distance, Jed step over me, facing away. He reached out and steadied himself on Hale, who was doing god knows what with my ass, and he squatted down, and then my cock slid right in his hairy hole. "Look at his balls, Hale." I heard him say, "He's a goner!" and at that, I thrashed and twisted as full orgasm hit me, with Jed bouncing up and down on my ass, now very slowly, squeezing and milking it. "He hits the spot son, and I felt something rubbery push down against my asshole as Jed continued bouncing up and down on my squirting cock.
I was hyperventilating like crazy, poppers still rolling through me when I felt the vibration stop, and change, my cock as vibrating. Hale was jacking off his father with the massager now, and Jed stopped him immediately, "NO, OH NOT YET!" and stood up suddenly. I felt helpless and overwhelmed, but not an iota afraid – I wanted MORE. "Joe, Joe," Jed said, and I suddenly felt coming back to earth, and Jed pulled me up, lying back down. Now he simply pulled his legs back, exposing his asshole again. He took the rag he used on me and stuck it in his mouth, and I saw how red his eyes were. Hale pulled me around like a puppet behind his father, and then aimed my still hard cock at his father's asshole, and pushed the tip in. "FUCK DADDY!" Jeb bellowed, the rag flying out of his mouth, and I pushed in slowly, completely in Love and LUST with Jeb, trying to sort my emotions and make him feel good.
I pushed in all the way to the base, then I felt Hale fumbling around, and Jed yelled, "Help him fuck, goddamit!" and Hale laughed and started pushing me in and out of his father's hairy hole. I got the hang of it quickly, but tried to do it slowly, and Jed began yelling "YES YES YES, fuck Daddy with that big JOE COCK!" and I began fucking harder, watching Hale, now circling around his father. Jed was jacking his fat cock off like crazy, no slow and beautiful motion now. Hale straddled his Dad's head, and squatted down, and sat on his Dad's mouth. I lost it. I was slamming into Jed like a jackhammer, no trying to "touch all the spots inside", I just wanted to fuck his hairy hole and cum watching his son jack off and his Daddy licking his asshole. I was getting breathless, when Hale, who was furiously jacking off like we had a few days back, then stood up uncertainly.
Crouching back down, hair in his face, hairy legs bowed, he staggered and began shooting a white stream of cum in his Dad's mouth as he lowered down. I looked down at Jed's balls, and like Hale's earlier, they had pulled all the way up making his cock look like one big slab and I began cumming again, feeling my cock pulse with electricity as Jed bucked his hips against me, and shot short bursts of cum over his furry belly and chest. We were all yelling over the music now, cum machines in full swing, until Hale got his cock in his father's mouth pumping cum as fast as Dad could swallow. I was gasping now, still feeling like I was cumming, and looking down at the furry mess of Jed's softening cock with all the cum, looked further down at the hairy hole with my white shaft still glistening, sticking out.
I pulled out with a pop, and heard Jed suddenly say "Slow, slow" again, and I dropped to my knees, looking at my own cum drip out of his hole, and irresistibly, and somewhat stoned, licked it up, no inhibitions left. Hale was on his knees, kissing his Dad, mouths intertwined as his Dad reached up to hug him, and relaxing, Jed slowly slid off the cushions away from my mouth. I was still hard, but exhausted, and heard a buzzing somewhere. The massager was still on. I put my face against Jed's crotch, face in all that fur, and felt heavy, and sleepy, and some minutes later, we all jumped a foot when the phone rang, jangling like crazy. My parents wanted to know where I was, it was dark! I got up heavily, and trying to speed up, watched Hale and his Dad kissing, feeling each other's assholes. I got out of the house, and got home in the dark, but was in BIG trouble.
It was 7:30 and I was supposed to be home by 6:00 for dinner, and what had I been doing blah blah blah. I was grounded for a week. Hale and I talked and talked after that, and he told me that for summer, he had to go to Ohio and work for his Uncle. That Uncle. He was so excited he was beside himself. Something changed after that day, and my parents were very hesitant about my going to visit, and I got one more visit, just Jed, before Jed also moved up north with his Son and Brother. But that's another time. I sat watching the planetarium show, the constellations named, the distance between the planets graphically demonstrated, while the same 70's synthesizer music was playing. I wondered if it was Jed's playlist from 35 years before. To my surprise, my asshole was feeling hot and kind of electric and numb, and my cock was hard as a rock. Time to drive back to Timberfell!
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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.