Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 11:00:20 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip Texas: Amarillo

Road Trip Texas: Amarillo


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As I drove to Amarillo, I kept thinking of Larry, and he actually called as
I was driving. I think the whole experience for him was exciting and scary
– sex with a big muscle guy, giving in to what he really wanted, no problem
with cocksize or affection... he had a lot of thinking to do. And with my
driving, I had a lot of time. It was flaaaaaaat. At a certain point all I
could see was the road in front of me, and the horizon, which made a "T"
like Texas, and it was hypnotic. I stopped a few times to keep from highway
hypnosis, and was very happy I had the Sirius radio service on my car. I
had high expectations to see "Cadillac Ranch" in Amarillo, and all the
bizarreness from Stanley Marsh in the city, but after "Paris, TX", and
"Luckenbach, TX", I wasn't putting a lot of credence to songs and movies
about Texas towns. I thought vaguely about just diverting west straight
away and seeing some mountains after the unrelenting prairie.

I saw signs for "Palo Duro" Canyon State park, and as I approached
Amarillo, I bought a nice tub of "Grilled" Chicken from Colonel Sanders,
along with Cole Slaw (I decided that was how to avoid carbs, which believe
me is difficult on the road) and headed towards the park. It blew me away.
Guys, it looks like a mini Grand Canyon, it's just amazing. After all the
flatlands, it was a complete and total shock to see beautiful
multi-colored-wall canyons, and tall rock spires which I hadn't seen since
I was 6, on a family drive through Utah in 1968, in Bryce Canyon Utah. It
was nice to have a real kind of trip "wow" experience other than nonstop
sex (sly grin). I took my shirt off beside the rest area overlook, and
filled with chicken and slaw, took a nap in the sun, setting my iPhone so I
didn't get "extra crispy" burnt. Now was time for Amarillo proper, and I
headed back into the city around 2pm, but unfortunately ripped my shirt as
I was putting it on, a shirt can only stretch so much.

As I was driving in, I happened to see a "Casual Male XL" big and tall
store on the I-40, and hit the brakes, zooming on in. I tend to have to
wear XXXL teeshirts, but I'm pretty picky. Jeans are the biggest problem,
my waist is 32, but my thighs (with hips) are gigantic compared to most
clothes you get nowadays. I walked in, hoping nobody saw the rips under my
arms, and I ran into the "most helpful" salesman I'd met in a long time.
Very "Friendly", and also Big and Tall. It was the middle of the afternoon
on a weekday, and my new friend Rudy was trying to get me to try on
clothes. I found the teeshirt I needed,  but instead of black it was pale
grey, but at least a stretch lycra XXXL. Rudy followed me in the changing
room as I tried it on. I have to admit it felt odd, but I had been kind of
flirty with him...

Suddenly he appeared with some Jeans, but I could tell it wasn't going to
work. A 34 waist in the brands he had, were, well, huge. He followed me in
the changing room and thinking vaguely I needed to get going, I tried on
one of the jeans. The 34 waist kind of billowed around me, and I told him I
didn't think it was going to work, they were too big. He came up to help
me, and I pushed my hand down my jeans under the waistband, and said I
didn't think we needed to try more. Rudy put his hand in under the
waistband, and I felt the back of his hand against my cock, as he said he
agreed with me, staring me in the eyes. My cock jumped a bit, and I must
have actually blushed, and said "Oh" like an idiot, but Rudy stood there
with his hand down my pants, literally. My cock started getting harder, and
I kind of said "Uh, um," and then he rotated his hand around, and my cock
was throbbing in the palm of his big hand.

I mean, the guy was like 6'6" and 300 pounds. If I hadn't been focused on a
silly teeshirt, I would have thrown him on the floor and ripped his clothes
off. I slowly came to my senses, looking at him – he had short buzz-cut
hair, shaved clean but already had a brownish shadow, and was actually
quite handsome. I tried to focus more, and kind of in slow motion, I put my
hands inside his suit jacket, against the faintly damp cloth of his shirt,
and slid them over his thick chest, very carefully grating his nipples with
the nails of my thumbs. Rudy caught his breath, and I lifted a leg, and
ground my knee in his crotch very slowly, rubbing against his thick rubbery
cock. Rudy squeezed my cock as I pulled my hands back and undid the jeans,
and asked, "I seem to have a problem, can you help get my pants off?"

Rudy kneeled, face now bright red and he was breathing hard, and he curled
his fingers over the waist of my jeans and slid them down slowly as the
lump of my cock in my shorts popped out. "Wait!" I said, urgently, and Rudy
looked up. I pulled his fingers up over the waist of my underwear too, and
Rudy pulled down even more slowly. My underwear came down with the jeans,
and boing! My cock popped out of my underwear and slapped Rudy in the chin.
He tried to say something, but he was incoherent at that point, and I
swayed my hips a bit, slapping him in the face more with my hardening cock.
This went on for a few moments, when I sat down, and lifted my feet to him.
He was panting, and pulled the jeans off over my shoes, and underwear, so I
as I stood up again, I was standing in shoes, socks, and a tight teeshirt,
but otherwise naked.

Rudy lost it, and instantly slurped my cock to the hilt, looking up with
his big brown eyes and gagging slightly as I pushed further into his
throat. "I don't think I can take it all sir!" he said, but of course, that
just eggs me on to push harder. I held his sandpapery cheeks as I pushed
into his mouth, then sort of twirling around, I had his head against the
leather of the couch in the changing room, one knee on the couch, cock in
his throat, and thrusting, looking at myself in the mirror. Then we both
heard it. A kind of buzz/ring as someone came in the front door. "Go take
care, Rudy!" I said as he tremulously got up, wiped his face, and ran out
of the dressing room. Guys, it goes from bad to worse. I heard him fussing
around with someone with a Spanish accent, and then a moment later I heard
another door close.

I walked out of the room, shoes, socks and shirt, and walked through the
store to see what his reaction would be, and he turned chalk white. Really,
I didn't think people could turn green, but in the fluorescent light there
he literally looked slightly Vulcan. He hustled me back to the dressing
room, just as I heard the other door open, and more talking. I waited
patiently, and then heard the cash register, and walked back out to the
main floor, making sure the customer was walking out the door. Since you
couldn't see below my chest with the clothing racks on the floor, it was
OK, but Rudy was about to completely die. He pulled me back to the changing
room, and now almost gibbering, started sucking me, and feeling all my
muscles, moaning and groaning, and I saw him watching himself in the
dressing room mirror. "Get up, Rudy", I said, and undid his belt, dropping
his trousers and pulling down his boxers.

He had a beautiful thick uncut cock that was rock-hard, and had wet his
trousers and his underwear with his precum. You could just smell that smell
all over us now with his cock exposed, and I took his cock with both hands
– quite nice size, and jacked him off a little. He had a nice furry belly
too, which I saw unbuttoning his shirt and opening the jacket, pulling his
tie off. I squeezed his cock, popping the head out from under the foreskin,
and it dripped a thread of precum, which I caught. I took my shirt off, and
flexed my back for Rudy in the mirror, the guy's mouth was open and he
looked hypnotized, he was trying to say things but all that came out was a
kind of "gab, ab, uh". I pushed him back, and leaned over, elaborately, my
ass in the mirror flexing along with my back as I slurped the head of his
cock in my mouth, which kind of brought him back to life.

I bobbed up and down on it, suckling the fat head all over and slurping up
the precum, when we both heard the doorbell ring again, bringing Rudy back
to reality. Now, what was he doing? I continued sucking on him
nonchalantly, when he realized the door to the room was open, and lurched
at it, shutting it. He began grunting but then realized he was making
noise, and shoved fingers in his mouth as I licked and jacked his cock. His
thick thighs started wobbling, and he coughed, and spoke out, "I'm with a
customer, one moment," and just like that, he began spewing hot cum in my
mouth, trembling. He clapped his hands on my shoulders for support, hissing
"Please, please, stop!" as I continued enjoying the spurts of cum he fed
me, slowly pulling on his hairy balls and feeling him shake with the
sensation of my sucking. I put my arms around his legs, locking my hands as
he frantically buttoned up his shirt, then looking at him slyly, I pulled
his pants up.

He still was quite hard, and the front of his pants, with the boxers,
bulged out, and you could see the precum wet spot on the pale flannel, but
he paid no attention and bustled out of the room again, sweating like
crazy. I had my fun, and put my clothes back on, and coming back out, to
see a family with a large dad shopping, Rudy almost collapsed at the cash
register until he noticed that I was fully dressed. I thanked him, and
noticed the Dad was staring at me a bit – the teeshirt was too tight, and I
was 51, after all, it's sometimes incongruous. You could actually see the
upper part of my chest dimple, and my tits flex as I pulled my wallet out,
I noticed in a mirror. Practically obscene. I paid Rudy, and winked at him.
The poor guy was completely in shock, I'm glad he didn't have a heart
condition!

Now I was super horny, and I pity the guys who run into me that way – I
didn't get off with Rudy, and I loved the little exhibitionistic romp, but
I was now thinking about the Cadillac Ranch. Should I go at Sunset? Full
afternoon? Night? I found a Hilton Garden Inn and realized my shirt was
really too much as the check-in person stared at my tits and biceps.
Looking up around the city online, I found a Gold's Gym! Magic! So my
evening was set – "Floating Mesa", "Cadillac Ranch", the gym, and then
dinner at "The Big Texan" – where if you can eat a 72 ounce steak, dinner
is free. I drove by "Floating Mesa" which was much more interesting than it
looked in photographs. At that time of day, the white band around the mesa
blended in with the sky, and it was a perfect illusion. I love land art –
"Spiral Jetty", "Running Fence" kind of art pieces, and Floating Mesa hit
just the right tone.

"Cadillac Ranch" was great, I didn't realize that people painted and put
graffiti all over, so if you happen to see on the third car back
"TexbearJoe was here," in black marker, but it's probably gone by now... It
was starting to get late, and I went back into the city, and noticed the
strange street signs, one I saw said "Road does not end" – exactly like a
street sign. I kept driving around seeing more strange signs, and I thought
what a great stop. Gold's was a perfect Gold's gym was a perfect Gold's but
I did have a bit of a strange experience there. Guys were slightly nervous
around me. I asked one guy how many more sets he had on a cable machine,
and he looked startled, and said "All Done!" and ran off. More than a few
guys were staring at me in the mirror. I was wearing my usual skin-tight
grey shorts and tanktop, but my cock looked ginormous, I was still horny,
it was perfectly outlined. I should have tucked a bit.

As I cleaned up to leave, I caught the eye of one amazing guy, and drinking
my "Muscle Milk" in the lobby, he walked by and stopped to get a smoothie.
"Pardon me," I began, and he looked faintly startled, and amused. "Is it
just me, why are guys so jumpy here?" He looked at me up and down, and
said, "You're texbearjoe." It was my turn to be startled, "Rudy sent a text
to Don, one of the trainers here, saying he met texbearjoe. And sent Don a
dozen photos of you. And Don showed them to a few of us." I slurped down my
musclemilk thinking what do I do now. "You're bigger than your pictures
buddy." He continued. I stammered out "Thanks! Uh, were the pictures
naked?" He grinned, "Oh yeah. And from what I saw in your workout gear, you
ARE bigger than your pictures." I should expect this kind of thing by now
but I stuttered out "Thank you, I guess!" He laughed.

"I'm going to Big Texan for dinner, is that an OK place?" He smiled, "It's
good if you only like steak. Seems you like beef." Abruptly, he patted me
on the shoulder and walked off, and I suddenly felt that he was actually
straight, but cool, or something. Hmm. What a strange day, I loved it
actually, great art, being very naughty, gorgeous outdoors. I threw my junk
in my car and drove off to the Big Texan, oblivious to the fact that I was
completely pumped – chest and biceps day – and too much "in your face".
Well, got there, got in, and the place was roaring, and I got shuffled off
to a table by myself with a good view of the room. Or, rather, the room had
a good view of me. And the waitresses. And the waiters. And some people who
had a little bit too much to drink, perhaps. It was like a bad movie, with
women hitting on me, "big daddy!"

And it wasn't like one woman, usually women shy away from big muscles, but
since I wasn't dressed in black and looking grim or something – I was still
horny and being flirty with them – it was like nonstop, including rubbing
my back with tits. Until the guy from the gym came in with two buddies. His
face lit up like a lightbulb seeing me, and he got a big grin as he watched
another woman rub her tits against my neck. Godddam! Not what I wanted. He
talked to his buddies and looked at me, and then all looked at me, and then
in came Rudy with a big woman. I don't often feel that way, but I felt like
I wanted to sink into the ground watching people watch me being hit on by
all these big-titted blond women. Then Mr. Alan, I learned, from the gym,
came over as I was eating, "You didn't get the Challenge!" Speaking with
food in my mouth, I said "I think the big tits here are challenge enough. I
don't want to be sick."

He burst out laughing, and said, "You are one to talk about tits. Jesus,
and how big are your arms." I could smell a little whisky on his breath,
and he was more relaxed than at the gym, and suddenly just sat down while
his buddies talked to a few more women at the bar. Rudy was staring at me,
and Alan, and smirked a bit then went back to talking to his friend. Alan
reached out and felt my biceps, not able to get both his hands around one,
and suddenly my waitress burst into the scene, "He's my daddy!" asking if I
needed anything. Alan grinned, "He may be yours honey, but he needs a man's
touch." "Well shoot," she said, looking back and forth between us, slowly
getting with the program. She winked at me, "If you change our mind..." I
thought, "Where am I!" Alan leaned over conspiratorially, and said, "My
buddies wouldn't mind a man's touch, if you know what I mean. No kissing,
just hands. Can you host?"

Alan was so handsome, I couldn't believe this was about to go on. "Yes,
sure." He coolly took out a business card, and I wrote my hotel down and
the room number. "Round 9." He said. Then abruptly got up without saying
anything and sauntered off back to his friends. I was amazed. Handsome. He
was about 5'11", may be 6', very slightly curly brown hair, big cowboy
moustache around his mouth, button-down shirt and slightly baggy jeans,
cowboy boots. And his two buddies were like him, one with a week-thick
beard. Then nodded at me, and the three went off to a table, and I wondered
why they wouldn't sit down with me, but then another woman rubbed up
against me. Christ! I got back to my hotel wondering if this was all going
to happen, but I dug out a big bottle of lube, some poppers, and hooked up
my computer to the TV through an HDMI cable, and dug up some a kind of
kaleidoscope of straight porn – I love watching a cock fuck an ass, man or
woman to be honest – and waited.

A little before 9pm I heard the faintest knocking on the door, and opening,
in came Alan, who introduced me to Bubba (I kid you not), and Luis. Alan I
realized was in his late 40's, Luis younger, but Bubba looked like a sexy
football player, thickened up, and with the week-beard, about my age. I ran
over to the TV and clicked on the porn, and Alan walked over to look at it.
"Joe, you got any big-dick porn?" He asked, and the guys matter-of-factly
sat down and started undressing. Luis went into the bathroom and came back
with towels as I queued up some "machofucker" porn, big horse-hung guys
fucking and sucking. Luis stared at the screen as some guy with a wrist
thick cock plowed a bottom, and Bubba and Alan both stared, and Alan
whispered "Jesus" under his breath. Then after a pause, they all continued
undressing, pulling chairs and a couch up to the TV, closer.

My eyes were eating them alive. Bubba was a thick daddy, very, very hairy
with a juicy cut cock, big shoulders, a real bear. Luis was smoother, big
black bush and a long uncut cock. Alan from the gym had a rockhard dad
body, beautiful fur to go with the moustache, and a big cut cock. And all
of them were jacking off now, stroking their cocks slowly to a full
erection watching the heavy anal fucking on screen. Bubba settled back on
one side of the couch, stroking his upward-curved cock, with Luis in the
other corner, jacking off very rapidly, and then Alan sat in the comfy
chair, at the edge, his heavy cock curved down. It just kept getting bigger
and bigger, and Alan said, "Ain't you gonna get naked?" I suddenly realized
this was a sex party, and then got my shoes and socks off, then peeled off
my shirt. "Look at that, he's got muscles on top of muscles," Bubba
drawled, jacking off watching me.

I got my pants off, and then slowly slid down my shorts as the guys licked
their lips and watched. My cock bounced out, and Bubba sucked in his
breath, hissing, and said, "My god, muscles and that dick, it aint' fair."
Alan laughed, "You mean Stanley wasn't a hot?" My mind clicked. You see,
Cadillac Ranch, Floating Mesa, all sorts of art in the town was funded by
Stanley Marsh, a crazy millionaire, who was also famous for having local
teenage boys come jack off for him. While he ranted about art. And later
paid millions in lawsuits, naturally. "You knew Stanley,"  I asked, and
Bubba blushed. Alan continued coolly, "Knew him? Oh yeah." Bubba laughed,
continuing to jack off, "Some of the craziest good times." I decided not to
ask further, but sat down on the couch jacking off. Now, if you know me,
the one thing which would drive me absolutely crazy was not being able to
suck a nice cock, or fuck a hairy ass, but there they were around me, and I
was trying to respect "touch only."

I got some lube and gushed it all over Bubba's fat cock, and then reached
down as he instantly spread his legs and leaned back, greasing up his fat
fucker. I also pulled on his balls, greasing them up, feeling how huge they
were. Luis I did the same, taking care because he was uncut not to pull
down too hard, and feeling his big balls too, then Alan scooted forward in
the chair, almost lying down, his big cock pointing straight up, a little
bit of precum dripping down. I squished lube over it, and with both hands
stroked the shaft, pressing it between my hands hard to stimulate him, and
he began telling the other guys about my having blown Rudy in the shop
today. They all jacked off harder at the story as I settled down jacking
myself off, when Bubba reached over and started stroking my cock, and I
reached over to Luis and Bubba jacking them.

Nice hard but rubbery shafts, and I stroked pressing hard against their
groin, then slowly back up to the tip where I rotated my hand slightly like
I was unscrewing the lid of a jar. Both men groaned, and Luis finally piped
up, "I'd love someone suck my cock like that." Alan continued to talk,
stroking his cock slowly from base to tip, "I bet Joe knows someone like
that." I looked at Alan, "I thought it was touch only," but Alan jumped in.
"I said no kissing, I didn't say no sucking." He winked at me and shook his
cock. "Go on big guy." Bubba was engrossed with a new scene on machofucker,
a lean muscular man was beginning to shove a monster horsedick up his ass,
belonging to a masked guy with a light black goatee, looking not a lot
different from Luis. Bubba was stroking my cock more forcefully, but I let
his go, and turned, getting on my knees, in front of Luis's cock.

It was a real beauty – straight, uncut, maybe about 8" or 9" long, not too
thick. Perfect for a comfortable suck, and as I stroked him, he scooted
forward and started begging me to "suck my fucking cock" – nonstop verbal.
I licked from his lubed balls to the tip of his cock, foreskin hanging
over, and I gently pulled the skin back until the dark-brown head popped
out. I kissed it, letting my tongue lash out and around the head, getting
him to groan, telling the guys how good it felt. I sucked on the head,
which had to have been intense since he groaned out loud, going on and on
how much he liked to be sucked. Suddenly I felt Bubba behind me, lifting my
hips up. Instead of crouching, I was now just bent over, and Bubba grabbed
my cock and started jacking me off, begging me to suck Luis. I continued to
slurp more of that cockhead in my mouth, until it slid freely over my
tongue, heading to the back of my throat.

Now that I was standing, I realized I could take it in my throat more
easily, and I made a tube from my tongue and roof of my mouth and pressed
him against my throat opening. I felt a hand on my head – Alan, standing
there jacking off like a demon. He pushed slightly asking Luis how it felt,
and Luis said he felt like I was about to take it in my throat. Alan pushed
and it popped in – I felt like I could hear it – and Luis gasped. "Fuck!
That's a tight hot throat!" he brayed out, and Alan pulled my head back,
and pushed me back down again. Bubba was whinnying and grunting behind me,
jacking me off as well as himself, harder and harder. I set up a hard
vacuum for Luis, sucking quite hard on his cock until my mouth was down
around his balls, saliva streaming out freely. I bobbed up and down gently,
against Alan's hand as I swallowed and tortured Luis with my throat, when I
did hear kissing.

I pulled back to see what it was but Alan shoved me down again, and I felt
Luis struggle, and twitch underneath me. "Goddam" was all I heard from
Bubba, "Goddam horsecock", and he stopped, licked his hand, and began anew
on my meat. I was bobbing with Luis popping in and out of my throat now,
and I paused to take a breath, licking just the tip of his cock, tasting
all the precum feeding me. I was able to see Alan and Luis in a deep kiss,
Alan jacking off hard now, mouth and tongue into Luis, and I was hearing
more of grunting and "oh, OH" from behind me. I started again sucking Luis,
this time an inch down, half an inch back, slowly using my lips and mouth
to work down his cockshaft. He started shaking back and forth, pushing on
my shoulders, Alan still liplocked to him, and when I began popping his
cockhead in and out of my throat, he pushed hard, groaning.

Bubba set his furry cheek on my back, still jacking himself and me off,
when I heard him gasp, and suddenly I felt hot jets of cum all over my
legs. Bubba was heaving against me, squirting loads and loads of hot cum,
jacking me off harder and harder, but I wasn't quite ready to cum. Finally
he kind of collapsed against my back, still shaking and jacking me off,
then he backed off, and tumbled onto the couch, face close to mine,
watching me suck Luis. Alan was grunting, when I felt Luis push hard, then
freeze, and suddenly his cock was pumping. Literally, it got thicker, and I
felt a surge of cum go into my throat, straight in my belly. He was
screaming sort of, his mouth full of kisses and tongue, and then as I
backed off, I felt Bubba grasp Luis's shaft, feeling the cum that was
gushing into my mouth. A few spurts, which I swallowed, then backed off
further, with Bubba now jacking Luis off in my mouth.

Luis was bucking on the couch, trying to get free, or not, and I winked at
Bubba, and opened my mouth. He literally was milking cum onto my tongue,
which I lapped up as I watched the expression on his face – it was like he
was seeing an alien from outer space landing. Luis finished his cum after
10 thick shots, but Bubba was still trying – and succeeding – to milk the
last bits of cum out to my lips. Bubba promptly began jacking off again,
even more frantically now, milking Luis's cock dry, as I kneeled down
again, getting comfortable. Alan abruptly pulled my face from Luis's cock,
and pushed his own in my mouth. It was big, what can I say. I had to
stretch my jaws pretty wide, and thank god I had a lot of cum from Luis to
lube my throat. Alan pushed in insistently, and I felt Bubba's hand on the
base of his shaft, squeezing it.

Luis squeezed out from underneath us, and Bubba slid over, jacking on
Alan's cock and starting on mine again, and I knew with my throat
stretching like it was doing over Alan's cock I wouldn't last long. Bubba
gripped my shaft hard, and stopped for a moment to get more of the lube on
it, then started really squeezing me from stem to tip hard, jacking me off,
and himself again as I swallowed Alan's cock. I gave up, more or less,
mouth wide open to Alan's fucking my throat with Bubba pushing him in and
out, and a moment later I felt my load start. I must have made a sound,
Alan pulled out slightly and asked if I was OK, and I let out an
"UNNNNNhhh!" and gushed cum all over Bubba's hand. It felt like a kind of
kick to my cock, a very strong sensation as Bubba groaned and squeezed me
hard, it felt like my cum was trapped!

He let go and another jet blurted all over his thick hairy arm, and he
began slamming his fist down my shaft against my crotch, and I have to tell
you it suddenly felt like I was cumming all over again. My head was pushed
back down on Alan's cock, and I felt his thick head popping in and out of
my throat, then he pulled out all the way to the tip while Bubba beat him
off again. I thought he was going to milk him in my mouth as he milked my
own cock onto his hand, but Alan pulled all the way out, Bubba still
jacking him off. I got off my knees, somewhat wobbly, and Bubba stopped
squeezing my cock and began jacking himself off again while he really
fwapped Alan's cock hard. Luis was pulling on his balls watching, and I
stood there with cum dripping off the tip of my cock, but still horny! I
reached out and began jacking Luis's long cock – lubing my hand up on cum
and greasy silicone liquid – and squeezed like Bubba did, hard at the base,
right to the tip.

It plumped Luis's cock right back up again, and I felt Alan reach out to
squeeze my cumdripping cock, and start the same thing, squeeze at the base,
forcing blood into the head again. I wasn't too sensitive, I don't know
what Bubba did as I came, but it was like my trigger wasn't really shot – I
was horny as hell to cum again after only moments. It felt good! Fuck. Luis
reached over and started jacking Bubba, and we were all hard at jacking
each other as we listened to the fucking on the video. Wordlessly now, we
focused on each other's cocks, fascinated by the feeling and the mutual
pleasure, and I felt Alan rub his cummy thumb over the tip of my cock,
setting off a cascade of shocks through my groin. Bubba was now working
Alan's cock with both hands, rotating them in opposite directions,
squeezing hard and stroking long slow motions up and down the fat shaft.

He began grunting and moaning, then thrust his hips forward, off the couch
as Luis grabbed his cock with both hands. Bubba started shouting, almost
barking, when spurts of cum shot up in the air like a fountain over all of
us. He was gasping, leaning back now, both hands frantically jacking Alan
off while Luis milked him professionally, letting not a drop rest in his
fat Bubba cock. God I wanted to suck it but I couldn't quite get around to
it with Alan on my cock. I felt my hand get wet and watched Luis ooze
another huge load out of his cock, running like he was pissing cum dripping
and drooling over my hand onto Bubba's fat hairy thigh. Alan sighed, and
stopped jacking me, and put his hand on mine, "I'm not going to shoot for a
while buddy, let's take a break. The four of us sort of collapsed back into
the chairs and couch, and Alan and I idly jacked each other a tiny bit
watching the video.

Luis and Bubba got up and started cleaning up, very matter-of-fact, and
asked Alan if he was ready. Alan told them to go on, he wanted to take a
shower. Two minutes later Luis and Bubba were gone, door closed, and Alan,
feel to his knees in front of me. "Fuck I want this!" He said, sucking in
my cock to the base, instantly. He was very good, his tongue working the
shaft as I slid in, and as my head slid into his throat, he swallowed and
massaged it with all his muscles. He turned from an aggressive jacker to a
suck monster in front of me, clearly waiting for the other guys to leave.
He was jacking himself, head bouncing up and down on my cock, gagging
slightly and retching, but back for more in a moment. "I knew..." he said,
sort of slurping and glubbing on my cock, "I wanted to suck..." glub blub,
"Your horsemeat..." and then pushed his head on my cock, working his jaws,
swallowing, then expelling my cock with a sudden burst, gasping and
burping, "when I saw you at the gym..."

With that, he attacked my cock again, now two hands stroking the shaft as
he gobbled and sucked on it, twisting his hands, and shaking his head.
Amazing sensations were going through the head of my cock, the shaft, my
groin as he worked frantically to get a load of reward cum out. He was very
good, slowing down now to really concentrate on licking and kissing the
head and shaft, then squeezing the base to the tip with his lips held
tightly. Back and forth, his thick tongue all over my shaft and balls,
moustache tickling my groin. I wanted to reward him badly, and told him to
focus on the head, as hard as he wanted. He did. I thought he was going to
bite it off, as tight as his lips got around it, holding it in a hard
vacuum in his mouth while both hands stroked the sides of my shaft in
alternation. I felt my balls tighten, almost an itch, and I felt that good
hot fucking cumjoy build up in my groin and balls. "You want cum baby, want
it bad?"

Alan nodded, looking up with glazed eyes. "I'm going to feed you a cumload
now stud, big muscle horsecock in your throat." Alan kept nodding, sucking
even harder on the tip of my cock, then suddenly breaking into a full-shaft
throating. "Ahhh, I've got it for you, it's cumming up! Keep going just
like that!" I encouraged, and Alan started fisting himself, jacking as he
slurped obscenely on my dick, really driving me crazy! I had no idea –
"hands only?" "HERE IT IS!" I yelled at him, and felt the firey electric
bolt of cum shoot out of my cock into his mouth, when he jammed his head
hard against me, lips flat to my groin, and I felt his throat literally
pulling the shots of cum out of my cock and thick cockhead! I pumped him
full with spurt after spurt as he shuddered, gagging and retching, snot
running and eyes watering, but he wanted that big dick cum bad!

After what seemed like forever, he retched and exploded off my cock,
coughing and laughing, now stroking my cock to strip the last bits of cum
out which he slurped up. It was an amazing blowjob, and he then stood up
beside me, that beautiful body and monster cock still hard. He was still
coughing as I took him over to the bed, with a mirror to our side, and
began to worship his cock like he did mine, holding on his hips as I thrust
the thick shaft deep into my mouth, then with a pause, into my throat. It
only took a few slurps, to be honest – he hadn't cum all evening, jacking,
being sucked, jacking himself while sucking me, and as I watched him
watching me in the mirror, he bent over, legs shaking, and with a roar, I
felt a huge burst of cum gush into my mouth. He immediately yelled, and
tried to pull me off his cock as the cum fountain kept flowing, but I held
his hips hard, and pushed him even further back into my sucking mouth, and
throat, when he became frantic.

"It's too much!" he begged, as I wrapped my arms around his hips, locking
my hands, and feeling his cum pump straight in my belly he began wailing
and thrashing, hips thrusting and shuddering involuntarily. Finally, he
began toppling over, thank god we were in front of the bed! As he fell
over, yelling and cursing, writhing from the sex, his cock pulled out of my
throat almost violently, cum still shooting in spurts on my beard, and I
stayed there, still kneeling, watching him twitch and touch his body gently
as the remains of his orgasm finally left him. Fuck, that was amazing to
see, almost like a seizure. He lay there gasping, still finally, and I
crawled in bed, pulling him on up, so his legs were in bed too. Just
panting, he lay there, and I leaned down to kiss him.

He jerked his face away, but then, as I almost could see his mind changing,
he turned back, and kissed me hard, on the lips, suddenly hugging me. "Man,
oh man!" he said, hugging and rolling now with me in the bed, his fat
deflating cock against my belly and legs, and we lay there quietly for a
moment. He then bounced up out of the bed, and into the bathroom, door
closed, water on. I felt amazing, and a moment later, he emerged, all wiped
down, handsome as ever, and winked at me, turning quickly to his clothes. I
slowly jacked my cock up to a semi-erection again as he watched, eyes on my
chest, biceps and cock, but he was dressed in a moment, and said "thank
you" kind of formally, and winked, letting himself out. Crazy, fun, strange
day, and what a hot evening. I was glad to get in bed early for a change!



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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.