Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2015 18:40:00 -0500
From: Joe <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip: Texas, Installment "Austin"

Road Trip: Texas Volume 1
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I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories
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changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some
identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties,
occupations and places of residence. Names, characters, businesses, places,
events and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Austin

Several years back, I had to make a weekly drive from Houston to Austin to
Dallas several times for meetings, and though it was a bit long (3-4 hours
at a stretch), it was nice in a way to see that central part of Texas
change – spring with Bluebells and Indian Paintbrush by the road, Summer
with gold/brown grass everywhere, and then fall with roadside pumpkins and
fields of hay rolled up. Usually I just set my GPS on my car/phone to
destination, and it would talk with me while I could listen to old radio –
Eddie Rabbit ("I Love a Rainy Night") and "You and Me and Dog Named Boo",
perfect... until the GPS does something strange. I have no idea, perhaps a
software upgrade on my mini (Yes, I'm addicted to Mini Coopers. My current
is a two-seater Roadster) set something odd, and on the way from Austin to
Dallas, I suddenly wasn't on the main road.

There I am barreling along in a strange looking car (I had the full package
and all the fun doodads – a girl magnet if there ever was one), and getting
sleepy and pissed off, I stopped at a huge roadhouse. In Texas you have
these remnants of German beerhalls, big outdoor style beer stop, with
benches, usually a small restaurant, and lots of truckers and bikers. Well,
as usual, everyone was staring at this strange black car, and out I popped,
muscles popping, and go over, sit down and ask for a diet coke, and then,
not able to resist, a full platter of sausage, ribs, and chopped ham
slathered with barbecue sauce, with pickles, onions, and huge slabs of
Texas Toast with healthy dollops of mayonnaise. The magic of bodybuilding –
eat all you want all the time.

I then gave up, and had a beer with it. My god I was hungry. Looking
around, I noticed that there were very few (maybe one) women at this place,
a lot of guys, and it also looked like the place had all sorts of stuff for
truckers (I was on a Farm-to-Market road in Texas, so fall cattle, and
other produce were being picked up) – shower, shop, and if I wasn't
mistaken, maybe a gym or something. I was eating my plate of heart attack
food, when my waitress came back, and smiled and chatted with me. Where was
I from, what kind of car was that, on and on, and I think I gave out some
clue that I was gay, and she jumped and smiled, and a few minutes later she
moved on. After a few moments, I saw her talking with some guys, a few
truckers came over and also chatted with me, along with bikers.

They thought I was angry when I came in (I was, that GPS was irritating),
but I seemed to be a nice guy. I have to tell you – sometimes when you meet
guys in Texas, you're looking for your gun, but other times, the people are
wonderful. There's a kind of Texas and Southern politeness which I really
love. We were talking about the Texas drought, and a hundred things, when
one of the guys yawned, and said he was going to shower and head back to
his truck. Time had passed quickly but it all seemed, I don't know, to be a
signal of some sort. I was suddenly intensely curious to see this huge
trucker daddy in a shower (I'll have to write about summer camp when I was
a kid sometime). He was maybe 5'9", my height, furry arms, fur over his
collar, but none on his head.

He also reeked with masculinity. Carhartt jeans, big boots, and big wide
ass. He told me "Ginny" knew I'd like a shower too and the guys laughed.
Ginny had decided to set me up with this group of men! Fuck! So off I went
a few minutes later with Ed, Steve, Henry, and you-name-it guys to take a
shower and relax. You have to picture this though, I'm in the middle of
nowhere, about to walk into the equivalent of an outdoor bathhouse, I
thought, with a bunch of hairy trucker dads. "Wait 'til he meets Boss!" one
said and grinned. "Boss?" I asked, "or Hoss" he said, and all the men
laughed. "He runs the place. Keeps it comfortable for guys."  The shower
was a real contraption. Talk about solar energy. There was a big steel drum
straight off a farm painted black up high. I don't know if anyone remembers
"Petticoat Junction", but there it was.

I whistled the theme song, and one of the older guys laughed an came over,
"Hey Uncle Joe, you're a-moving kind of slow..."  In an open area about 20x20
there was a wooden fence with a pipe running around the edge, with spouts.
Real easy. You opened a knob and the hot water from the tower rinsed you
off. There was an area in front you took off your stuff, and nobody paid
the least attention to wallets and money. We were out waaaay in the
country. In the Texas twilight, beautiful sunset off in the distance, and
in the other direction the roadhouse with its dangling incandescent bulbs,
I stripped off, burping from the remains of my dinner, and marched into the
shower wondering what the hell was going to happen. The other truckers and
bike guys were a bit shy, some still in their jockeys, when a shorter
bearded bear guy appeared, and I heard "Boss" or "Hoss" whispered around,
and he also shucked off his clothes.

I've never seen such a hairy guy, swirls all over front and back, curling
into little peppercorns. Hairy ass, and as he shucked off his shorts, he
unrolled a beautiful uncut fat cock.  Now shorter, I mean maybe 5'6" or so,
and just breathtaking, bit fat thick but muscular – true muscle bear. His
cock, in proportion to his body was amazing – even soft, it looked like a
big horsecock hanging most of the ways to his knees. I know why he was
"Hoss". I heard the water start on the other side, no real pressure, but
calm jets from the pipe as guys started washing up, watching each other,
fumbling inside their shorts with fat hardons visible. I wondered how long
it was going to take to break down inhibitions further, maybe it was that
we didn't have enough beer.

I was completely naked and being stared at, and Hoss came over to ask me
about my car. We chatted a bit as I distractedly soaped myself up with a
big cake that passed around, and Hoss asked me if I needed my backside
done. I heard some snickers. I told him I'd do his backside first.  He
laughed, and then turned around. Facing a wet, furry back and furry ass, I
started soaping him up, trying at least to be professional about it
somehow, while the guys watched, some shucking off their shorts, and openly
"washing" their cocks with handsful of soap. I crouched down, my hardon now
dragging the ground, and washed his furry legs, feeling the lush hair in my
hands and soap, up, and down. I got further and further up towards his
crotch and ass, wondering how far I could go.

Suddenly, he turned around. He had a massive hardon – got to be 10" or so,
veiny, uncut, big fat balls, and huge uncut bush. "Go on son, wash the
frontside" he grinned. "Son", I said, "OK, Uncle Joe." He smirked and
spread his legs a little bit. His cock bounced and he hummed Petticoat
Junction, and flexed his cock muscles. I don't know if you do it – make
your cock bounce up and down, but it was crazy, humming along. I started on
the front of his legs, and rubbed my bearded cheeks "accidentally" against
his cock tip, which made him jump. My hands went up along his body, and I
have to tell you, my hands were practically having orgasms touching all his
fur and short solid muscle. "Uncle Joe, be careful! That sandpaper you've
got for a face, I'm tender in my manly spots!" he groaned, and with that
sound, a few guys started wandering closer.

I kept accidentally banging against the tip of his cock working his crotch,
belly, then reaching up to his pecs, where I couldn't even find his
nipples. I looked up, and he reached down and held my head, and we locked
eyes as the men watched. I opened wide, and instead of rubbing his cock tip
on my beard, I licked the precum from his cock, just a tiny taste of soap
in it. "Let me make it feel better Boss." I said, and pursing my lips,
pressed to the tip of his cock. I rolled my tongue around his cock quickly,
then I sucked in the thick tip, and then opening wide again, pushed his
cock hard, back, sliding the hard rubbery flesh along my tongue, pressing
against my mouth roof, hitting my throat opening, and then straight in and
down in one shocked motion that had poor Hoss yelling out loud from
surprise and sensation.

I love deepthroating, and my eyes began watering and nose running in an
instant. I grabbed his hairy ass and held him in my throat, swallowing
hard, kneading his cock, my tongue flattened a bit, then as I felt my need
for air grow, slowly pulled out, stroking his shaft with my tongue, and
then finally gasping with it out, told him I thought his "frontside was
clean now". My own cock was now dangling in the slimy mud under us, and I
reached down to give it a fresh wipe, and realized I had to suck him off
NOW. We were surrounded by jacking truckers and bikers who seemed to be
made up of several furry dads, couple of hairless guys holding onto hairy
dads, and at least one who was getting his backside cleaned with deep cock
fucking.

I was in heaven. The furry guy who awas at my table leaned down as I began
more forceful deep-dish sucking on Hoss, holding is ass and cramming his
cock into my throat over and over – he was just perfect, slight downward
curve (like me) and very reactive to sucking and licking. I felt the furry
guy shove a finger in my ass, and slowly he began massaging my nut while
jacking me off, crouched beside me. My mouth hole was all filled up, and my
throat stretched out - this was contentment. I felt like this should last
for hours! Boss was holding my shoulders, as I fucked my head onto his
cock, shamelessly gobbling up as much as I could, my face in his wet bush
on the downswing, and sucking on the tip on the outswing. I heard more and
more grunts around us, guys watching, and occasionally a hand to reach out
and touch Boss's cock, feeling if it was real, fingers pushing in my mouth
to see how tight it was.

It was a perfect cock to suck, really, and I just couldn't get enough of
his fur. I finally got on my knees, spread my legs and arched my back for
better asshole access, and the fur dad started rimming me. You should have
your face buried in a huge mound of fur while a big mouth is sucking your
asshole hard, and stroking and scratching it with a beard, fur heaven in
both ends. I felt my backside dad, after 5-10 minutes of opening my hole
with rimming and four fingers in it, crouch down in what I like to think of
as a frog squat, and put his own fat cock in my hole. I groaned and shook,
and he rested his furry belly and chest on my back, arms wrapped around my
belly, and fucked my hole slowly, letting me feel every bit of his fur
against my skin from hole to neck as he kissed me and rubbed his thick
beard on my neck.

I sucked harder now, my whole body feeling like it penetrated stem to stern
on a cock – I think this is what it must feel like to be a pig on a spit
being roasted. I felt fur dad's hand move down again, and jack me off while
fucking. His thick fingers felt my balls, and squeezed my shaft, and as he
stroked I felt the calloused farmer hands rub me roughly, pulling skin back
and forth, then he licked his hand, and stroked my cockhead. Poor Hoss
himself had an asshole buddy licking him from behind, and he spread his
legs even a bit more, as I continued to squeeze his ass, thrusting in my
mouth, my hands now enveloped by some big paws from his asslicker. My bear
dad was a quick cummer. He kept pausing and leaning on my back, grinding my
knees in the mud, breathing hard, and moaning out "Uncle Joe", then he'd
start fucking into me again, slowly.

Then pausing – just the feeling of all that fur around me, his sexy arms,
and my cock plugged by his thick short meat, I thought I would be cumming
soon myself. He began fucking again, and even with going slowly, as I
squeezed and teased his cock with my hole, I heard him gasp and cry out,
and suddenly he slammed in my and I knew from his trembling he was filling
up my rectum with hot ropy cum. His cock was short enough to be jammed
right onto my prostate, and the sensation was somewhere between fantastic
and painful. He rested there, his cock going quietly soft, still jacking me
off while Hoss began to grunt and bellow, and call out "Uncle Joe,
careful!" Fur Dad pulled out, and I felt a hundred hands on my body from
the other bikers, and poor Hoss suddenly couldn't hold back anymore.

He groaned and tensed, and held my head, and whimpering started tiny spurts
of cum in my mouth as he bucked, then bigger spurts, and then hot big jets
of cum more and more as I swallowed and sucked. I felt hot whips of cum on
my arms, and probably on my fur dad, still hunched up over my back. Hoss
got a VERY sensitive tip, and stumbled back and fell on his ass. Everyone
laughed, and I started to stand back up, my own hardon unserviced, cum
dripping down my legs. Surrounded now by truckers, farmers, and biker dads
jerking off, I did what came naturally. I reached around and had a man in
each hand, nice sized cocks on guys who were shyer earlier, but couldn't
resist all the fuck fun going on. I love the feelings of fat cocks
throbbing and bobbing as I jacked them, my own cock now with a tall sucker
on hands and knees servicing, one of these Texas guys with incredibly long
legs (and a cock to match) – sunburnt arms up to his biceps, brown neck,
and pale white hairy body.

Each of my hands got it's own cumload, and then more guys came forward,
enjoying now the cum lubed hand job I was able to deliver as I delivered to
my own personal biker sucker. Hoss came back over, and kissed me while I
continued jacking off guys, and whispered in my ear, "Is that backside a
one time only?" "No" I whispered. I slowly disengaged from the guys around
me, and then walking over to the towel table, I lay on my back, asshole on
edge, and braced myself. The guys promptly came right over, and lopped
cocks back in my hands, and my tall sucker crawled on the table to continue
to choke on my cock. Hoss put his fat cockhead at the edge of my hole, and
rubbed it around a little bit, and as I relaxed the hole, a bit more cum
dripping out, he coated the head of his cock with cum and spit on it. "I'll
take it slow, Uncle Joe" he grinned, humming "Petticoat Junction" again, I
felt him press against my hole again.

Slowly, slowly he moved forward and I felt the big head of his cock
stretching me a bit unnaturally. Men murmured as I shivered and groaned,
watching the big plum-purple knob pressing against my little pink hole, and
then a moment later it popped inside. Even after the prior fucking, I felt
how big he was – that head was like a big hard-boiled egg, and popping
inside my assring, I begged him to hold still for a moment. Everyone got
still, I heard a whispering "He could take Boss!" and I tried to relax. It
wasn't that he was super long, it was just that the head going inside me
was rearranging my asshole from the inside a bit. Jesus was it fat, and now
flattening my prostate. The pain gradually subsided, and with the
distraction of my long Texas guy licking my cock from bottom to top, and
twisting the head to make he shake, I let out a deep groan of satisfaction,
"Boss, fuck it!"

He did, calling me his muscle honey, and kissing my knees, and stroking my
belly and huge chest, then ever so gently he slid a bit more cock in me. My
own cock, just recently milked was rock hard again, but I couldn't jack off
– I had the insane sensation of having to have my asshole completely and
obscenely filled, all I could think of as I stared at the half-starred,
half-sunset sky. Closing my eyes, and feeling more and more cock stretch my
hole, I heard the water trickling, and crickets chirping as the men
continued to fuck and suck in the outdoor room with complete abandon, and
even in the distance some honky-tonk music from the roadhouse. Boss (or was
it Hoss) was a fantastic fucker. He was very gentle, pushing and pulling
just the tiniest bits, his calloused hands rubbing all over my body as he
said filthy things to me, pushing my cocksucker's head deep on my own
shaft.

He started tiny, tiny thrusts, then pulled back a bit, then pushed in my
muscle ass again, this time I felt extra full, like needing to go to the
bathroom badly, then in a flush, it all became amazing as I relaxed. He
began a slow sleazy fuck into my hole, holding my legs over his shoulders
while guys watched and commented. My tall sucker started swaying suddenly,
and bucking against me, I heard a MMMF sound as cum from him jacking off
splashed against the table. He slid back immediately, leaving me looking up
at the sky, and the circle of Texas men around me. My bear dad reached now
with two hands to jack me off slowly as he spit on my cock. He pressed his
hand down hard at the base of my cock as he stroked the length up and down,
so my poor bladder was pushed from outside by his furry hand, and inside by
that furry cock that was pushing even further inside.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain that faded, as Hoss got beyond my rectum all
the way into my colon with his meat, and he then started longer, more
steady strokes as I got the full ass-filling treatment. I swear I couldn't
help it but leaked a little piss with my bladder under stress from fucking
and beer – I hadn't taken a piss I realized! It only helped to make my cock
more wet and slippery as my bear man jacked me off with a very, very firm
hand. So firm, at the head of my cock, that he hit the spot that made my
leg shake involuntarily, and I gasped at that sensation along with my
asshole and inner asshole stretched by Hoss's log, and in a strange
twitching dance, I grunted and cried out from all the sensation. More piss
leaked out while I was being jacked off, and guys laughed at me.

I felt more cocks pressed in to my hands, to jack off, and I wanted, but
knew, if I had a cock in my mouth I'd pass out. Daddy pulled my balls down,
stretching them, and the sensation on my cock head from the full length
stretching and jacking was too much. I started shaking as my legs trembled,
and Hoss, excited by all of this and a quarter hour of deep dish fucking,
pushed deeper than ever, his bush tickling my ass and then with short jabs
started, just like he did in my mouth, crying out while I began shooting,
and I knew he was going from little squirts to big squirts to big gushes of
cum deep in my guts. I don't know if I was pissing or cumming at the end,
or both, but I just exploded all over, fountains of cum with guys around me
yelling out and adding to.

Oh how I wanted it to go on forever! Hoss pulled out, I thought I was
stretched inside out, and climbed up on me, and incredibly to me, started
kissing all over my face and neck, calling me all sorts of names as he
curled up on my big muscle chest, holding onto my arms, feeling all of his
fur against me it just seemed so perfect. My own cock was slowly drooping,
and with that furry sex machine lying on me, my trucker Dad planted a big
kiss on my lips, and disappeared, and I took a mini nap nestled in the
towels with Hoss on me for warmth. I suddenly jumped, realizing it was
late, with nothing but stars overhead and music in the distance, katydids
and crickets, and Hoss snoring gently in my ear.

I kissed him, and we uncurled, finished off the last of the hot water
washing each other and finishing up with another jack-off, and I promised
to be back. I rinsed, and put clothes on, and walked back to the dark
roadhouse, and Ginny grinned at me. "Had a good shower honey? You cleared
the place out!" she laughed. I paid my bill with a generous tip, and
crawled back in my car to try to get to Dallas that night. Sometimes it's
great the GPS gets you off the beaten track. As for me? I won't use it
anymore between Austin and Dallas. I know exactly how to get to a certain
trucker roadhouse along the way...


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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.