Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2015 11:00:19 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip Texas: Lubbock

Road Trip Texas: Lubbock


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The thing about getting to bed early is that you get up early. I lay in bed
at 5am thinking "I'm turning into an early riser!" like a lot of the guys I
met in Texas, so I got up and started to get organized to drive down to
Lubbock. For some crazy reason, I thought it was going to be a 3-hour drive
down through the prairie, and I'd arrive around noon, but it was half the
time, and I got in to the city in the morning because I started out so
early. Lubbock is a peaceful small town in the middle of a million acres of
cotton, and as I drove around I wondered what to do. I didn't feel like
farming cotton that day. In Lubbock, I came across a farmer's market, and
decided I'd be able to get stuff for lunch, and could find out about a park
to eat it in. I wandered around the market, usual collection of cheeses
(Austin), honey, backyard flowers, breads, cured meats, and then a tomato
stand.

Not the usual tomatoes, but big juicy ripe tomatoes, red, orange, yellow,
that looked like they were absolutely going to explode. A sort of listless
guy was behind the stand, and I just kept looking a the tomato flesh, they
were practically glowing. Then I saw the guy -- clearly the owner, and one
word popped into my head: husky. Really thick black beard, thick mat of
hair on his arms, but somewhat bald. He could have been Mediterranean,
Arabic, he could come from Brazil, Mexico, maybe Greek. His head was
angular, blocky almost, Turkish maybe, big jaw. I was as hypnotized by him
as the tomatoes bursting with juice. He glanced at me and we locked eyes,
and I smiled, not even thinking at that point. He was almost a cartoon,
"The Hun" and a hundred others rolled together. Then "Bluto" from Popeye
popped in my mind, then Brian Blessed from "Flash Gordon".

He grinned at me, a slight gap in his front teeth, and such a big mouth I
could see him eating me, or at least a Tomato gushing into his mouth as he
bit in. Husky, fractionally shorter than me, huge shoulders, and -- sigh --
curly hair up on his biceps. He disappeared for a moment, and then I felt
something hard brush against my shoulder. He was leaning by me, starting to
gather up tomatoes -- the farmer's market seemed to be closing up -- and very
directly accidentally brushed up against me again. He bit into a tomato,
and the juice burst out on his beard, then he handed me one. I took a bite
-- not really a tomato fan to be honest -- but it was amazingly sweet, not
too acid, very firm, and delicious. He walked around back of me, brushing
his thick chest against my back. I was going crazy! He was worse than I am,
if that's possible. I burst out laughing, and said "Am I in the way?"

He walked back behind the stand, huge thick ass in pants absolutely not big
enough for his legs. He bustled tomatoes back into crates, "Sorry young
man, just gotta get goin'" he said with a very distinct Texas/Oklahoma
twang -- I was expecting something more of an Arabic lilt. I didn't know
what to do, he was so sexy it hurt -- my balls were throbbing and I realized
I was rock hard, still biting into that big tomato eating it watching him
eat. "Where you from?" he asked, staring at me hard, "Houston" I replied,
"Just driving through sightseeing." "Lubbock?" he said, bursting out with a
big bass laugh. "I want to see a cotton farm." I said, winking, "They, uh,
must be fascinating," I said, laughing. He looked at the guys working with
him, and in rapid Spanish, and pointing to the remaining tomato crates,
directing them around still eating the one tomato he had, wiping the juice
on his hairy arm, walked back over, "Then drive me home."

He bumped into me again, slowly, and I laughed and decided to put an arm
around his burly shoulders, pointing him to my car as we walked across the
emptying market. I couldn't tell, but it felt like he relaxed a little
against my chest as I we walked, and he asked me "Why cotton?" I told him a
buddy of mine helped create engineered green cotton, and he asked me if I
was an Aggie? "No, Caltech. How about you." We got in the car and he looked
at me, and said "TU Delft". I was shocked. An American would say "Del-fttt"
while a Dutch person would say something more like "Del-ufteh" as though
there were extra vowels. My buddy "Izzy", gave the Dutch pronunciation, and
I immediately replied, "Ben jij Nederlands?" (are you Dutch?") Izzy looked
at me, shocked, and said (in Dutch) my Father is Turkish, but is Dutch. My
Mother is from an old Spanish family from New Mexico.

He directed on the roads me as I drove off, and we chatted like old friends
-- have you ever met someone that it was like you had known them for years?
Architecture school at TU Delft, then took over the family business in
cotton, here in Texas. "Do you mind?" He asked, and unbuttoned his shirt,
thick black fur spilling out in the wind, my convertible top down. I had to
drive, but was staring at the black fur on his arms swirling around in the
breeze. It was getting hot in the sun in July in Texas, and I couldn't take
much more, so as I drove Northwest of Lubbock into apparently nowhere, I
stopped at a gas station. "Gott a take a pit stop Izzy." I got out and got
the key from the desk, went around to go in, and a moment later, Izzy
banged on the door, "Joe buddy, I gotta go too!" I opened the door,
curious, and he popped in, and very nonchalantly walked over to the can,
shirt open, fur all over, and undid his trousers and hauled out his cock,
as I did.

He had a big fat cock, what can I say. Fur bursting out of his underwear,
bit fat cockhead with a deep split, and it reminded me of the tomato we ate
-- dark reddish brown. I hauled my cock out, and was pissing too, and he
stared at my long pale cock, then aimed his piss stream at mine, and it
splashed all over our feet. "Hey asswipe!" I said jumping and laughing, and
we both finished a moment later, shaking our semi-hard cocks, and staring
at each other. I thought I was going to burst, I was so excited. Dream
bear. He was so furry, it was hard to see his body almost, but he was
burly, thick, nice belly, and looked like he knew the inside of a gym.
"Izzy?" I asked, looking at him. "What's Izzy?" He grinned, and replied
"Ä°skender". "Alexander", got it, and his eyes grew big, "You speak Turkish
too?" "No," I continued, "but I have traveled a lot." We got back in the
car, and he put on a cap. " İskender what?" " İskender Luis Ramon Çağatay"
he said, and I had to give a big "Wow!"

We chatted nonstop as I drove back into nowhere, miles of cotton around us,
and Izzy directed me into increasingly small roads in the fields. "Where
are you taking me?" I asked, and he laughed, and suddenly with a final
turn, the road I was on stopped, with a huge water pump station in front of
us -- irrigation. It was blazing hot, and I wanted to put the top up and
turn around, but Izzy said, "Come see my cotton." We walked around the pump
station, and Izzy shed his shirt. He had really massive shoulders, and fur
almost as thick on back as front, then he undid his belt, sliding it out of
his pants. He turned around, a massive sex machine, and said, "Come on Joe,
I know you want it." He kicked off his boots, then hopping a bit on one
foot slid his jeans off, massive hairy legs sliding out. His white
underwear was tendted out front with his fat cock. I was drooling.

I took my super-tight shirt off, and undoing my high-top shoes, hopped
around trying to get my pants off as Izzy took a hold of my back. His hands
were hot, and sweaty, I remember that feeling distinctly, and I thought I
would crisp from the sun. I stood up and grabbed Izzy, kissing him for the
first time, and felt his thick arms slide around me. "Fuck Joe, you are
huge!" he said, holding his head back -- I never feel big, but realized up
against him -- as big as he looked, I was thicker. He kissed me again, very
smoothly, arms running over my back muscles, squeezing my shoulders, and
his big thick cock pushing against mine. He kissed, and left his tongue in
my mouth, not squeezing, pressing, trying to get in my throat, but simply
we were locked together, and time stopped for a moment we were so tightly
pressed. You ever kissed someone and they knew exactly what you liked, like
they were reading your mind (or your mouth, or your tongue).

He slowly broke away, "My god, it's like..." I continued, "I've known you all
my life." Izzy stripped off his white underwear, his heavy cock bouncing
up, curved down slightly, and I stripped mine off. He stoked my pale skin
with his heavy hands, and even thought I'm pretty hairy up on my shoulders
and back, it's pale blond, white -- and he just ate me up with his eyes as I
watched his dark furry hands work over me in the sun. "I worked in a
greenhouse," he began, stroking my muscles, getting closer to my cock,
"Summers. But Dutch guy was the owner. Looked like you, if you were taller
and skinny. Same cock." With that he pulled on my cock, "Fuck he was hot.
Married. Fucked he hell out of me. My god." With that he grabbed me again,
and we ground our hips against each other, too excited to know what to do.
I could smell him, his deep body scent welling up in the heat, as he played
with my cock and rubbed over my ass.

My hands were occupied working through all his fur, his broad back and
shoulders, then feeling his hairy ass -- so, so hairy guys. It was
Texbearjoe dreamworld. As I touched his ass, he spread his legs, and
matter-of-factly took my hand and rubbed it in the crack of his ass. I got
the message, and spit in my hand, and then rubbed it against his asshole.
His asscheeks flexed, and he pinched my hand! "FUCK! How did you do that!"
I asked, and he laughed, holding my wrist and walking me closer to the pump
station. He turned around, ass in my direction, and flexed his legs and
ass. It was like granite, and he actually pinched my finger HARD. I stopped
breathing for a moment, and squatted down. Izzy bent over, pressing his ass
to my face, all that fur, and then squeezing it, began actually gripping my
nose and mouth with his asscheeks, then reversed, relaxing and opening, and
I felt his asshole on my lips as my tongue shot out.

He was hairy right up to the rim, and I lapped at it as he groaned, and I
felt his heavy balls sway as he jacked off lightly. The sweaty ass smell,
the really delicious juicy hole, I sucked at the lips and pulled it open
with my hands and started sucking the thick edges and rim flicking my
tongue in as far as I could go. I rubbed the asslips with a finger as Izzy
put one arm on his knee flexing his back so his ass got higher, and said,
"Fuck me Joe, I need fuck." I stood up, arm on the hairy tuft in the small
of his back, and spit on the hole -- his asslips were literally sticking out
-- and I pushed the head of my cock against him. His asshole just opened
right up, and my cock slid into an inferno -- his asshole was so hot I
couldn't believe it, velvety, gripping, and as I fucked him, he fucked
back, flexing his ass very gently, until it felt like his asshole was
sucking and chewing on my cock.

He began tightening up, and I slapped his ass, "Loose baby, I like a loose
hole," and he laughed, bending over more and suddenly my cock just slide in
a wide-open hole like melted butter. I hadn't fucked for a while, and it
was just what I needed, though I was melting in the sun. I held my cockhead
to the rim, pushing just an inch in and out to make the asslips tingle,
looking at the pool of sweat accumulating on his back, then shoved it in
halfway, then back out sliding back and forth to mix his insides well. I
slammed in, pushing back through his rectum all the way into his colon in
one go, surprising him -- he tensed suddenly, then exhaled in a burst,
groaning, then backing up against me, wiggling his ass. "You hit it Joe,
that's it, fuck there hard." He begged, now bobbing back against my cock as
I slammed into him harder and harder.

My thrusts were shallower and shallower as I pulled him against me,
literally jackhammering into his ass, feeling his balls now actually
slapping against my legs as he jacked off. I reached around him, and held
onto his cock at the base, squeezing it as he jacked off harder, so excited
feeling his hairy back against my belly, and his thick belly against my
arm. I continued battering his ass and pushing his hand away jacked him
myself, his balls now bouncing against my hand. "Harder, Joe, fuck me
Daddy," he kept begging, and I let his cock go for a second, and snaked two
fingers into his asshole along with my cock. He jumped, groaning as I slid
them in, his ass relaxing more, and as I battered deep inside him, I
managed to twist around, and pulling fingers out, got thumb in and started
grinding against his prostate.

I felt his entire body shiver and shudder under me in the sun, and he
almost fell over, and we kind of duck-walked, my cock in his ass, until he
could grab a huge pipe coming out of the ground for balance. I pushed his
shoulders down with my left hand, until he almost had his shoulders on the
pipe, and then kicked one foot under his leg, getting his legs closer
together. I then pushed my cock straight down, and put one up over his leg,
and the other leg, then simply sat on his ass, my entire cock crammed
vertically down in his ass which was sticking straight up, and began
bouncing like I was on the back of a bull, fucking straight down (thank god
my cock is curved to make it happen), bouncing on my feet feeling my cock
drill straight into his prostate. He was grunting now, in a high-pitched
voice, "Am I hurting Izzy" I said, and he whined, shaking his head no, and
I felt it.

His ass started gripping and squeezing me, spasming, and I felt like I was
going to cum suddenly. "Izzy," I said urgently, "I, I never cum fucking
like this, but I'm going to cum," Izzy, began almost crying, "Uh, uh,
aaaaaahhhhuuuuuu", and I felt my cock get rock hard, uncomfortably in that
position, and a jet of cum shot out of me. Izzy felt it. "Cum me Daddy, Cum
CUM CUM" he barked, and I suddenly heard the slap of his own cum shooting
on the dirt, as I shot and shot into his ass. His hairy legs under mine,
his gripping ass, he was now milking my cock with each stroke I pulled out.
I almost couldn't take the sensation, shaking like a leaf on him, and I
thought I would fall over as he began lifting me up on his ass,
straightening his legs. "IZZY" I said, as he began almost twerking up
against my cock, crying out with more cum bursting from his cock on the
ground, and finally, his ass holding on to my cock HARD, I pulled my
softened meat out, and slid onto my feet.

Izzy stood up, and turned to look at me with wet eyes. He grabbed me,
squeezing the life out of me, "I needed that, I needed you so bad man." We
stood again kissing and hugging, until I finally had so say, "Izzy, I'm
cooking sexy, I need to get out of the sun." He suddenly rubbed me, looking
at my reddened skin, and apologized, "God, I'm so sorry, hold on." He
walked to one side of the pump station, and brought out a really stupendous
hose. It must have been five inches in diameter, and turning a valve, a
gush of water looking like a firehouse came out -- he held up the icy fresh
water, and it splashed down on both of us, and it was fresh -- taking my
breath away. Izzy continued to hold the bucking hose in his hand, and
kissing me, showered us with water in the dirt by the farm, until I was
well cooled off, and most of his sweat and scent was washed away.

Izzy carefully wiped me with his hands, peeling the water off of me
carefully, then I did him, his springy wet fur jumping back up as I pressed
the sheets of water off his skin. It was so hot and dry there, we both were
good to get dressed in a minute, as we kissed more. I missed kissing with
the guys the last few days. It was wonderful. Izzy was so affectionate
after fucking, kissing me, putting my clothes on, stroking my beard and my
face, and telling me what beautiful blue eyes I had. We talked more and
decided to go to his house for lunch, which had a huge long greenhouse
nearby -- hydroponic, very Dutch, with those tomatoes -- now wonder they were
so perfect and huge. Tomatoes (of course), cheese, chicken, almonds --
Mediterranean, if you could bring that food to the center of the Texas
panhandle. We then did Gold's gym together in the city, then decided what
to do for the evening.

He took pictures of me at the gym as we worked out -- he did legs, as if he
needed it, and I did shoulders, as if I did, and sent them to his 'hubby'
in California. Izzy was trained as an architect so I asked if he designed
the house. Nope, "It's a Cody" he said, and I grinned -- "Not a Neutra?" --
Izzy wasn't poor. It was one of those days when everything was fun, of
course, because you did it with someone who was amazing -- it was Izzy who
kept touching me, rubbing against me in public, staring at me. And I stared
at him. I never stayed in a motel in Lubbock, Izzy got me back to his plain
white farmhouse, after the day in the "Big City", and we got naked again.
He liked heat, the air conditioning was off, windows open, and about 85 in
the house. The sky was absolutely clear out of the bedroom window, and as
the sun went down on one side of the view, you could faintly see stars come
out the other side.

Izzy's hands were all over me in the fading blue light, "Oh, Joe" he kept
repeating, jacking off his nice juicy cock as he stroked my muscles and
pale fur. I climbed up in the bed, lying beside him, his big furry bulk
radiating heat next to me as I began kissing him all over, holding his
hands down. His face, hairy cheeks, his neck, down to his pointed sensitive
nipples. He twisted and protested very lightly as I let my teeth graze
them, his furry thick chest rubbing my lips like sandpaper. I moved to his
ribs, which were ticklish, then down along his thick legs, a forest of
hair, up along the sensitive area where his thighs meet his trunk -- almost
no fur -- then back to his groin. His cock was thick, I didn't think I could
get the broad flat head in my mouth. I licked the deep split in his
cockhead, and he groaned and writhed as I pushed my pinkie entirely into
the hole.

Licking around the rim, I ran my tongue just under the edge of the thick
helmet, around and around, and was rewarded by a small jet of salty, bitter
precum. I mouthed his big balls, licking up under his shaft, then opened my
mouth wide to get his cockhead in my mouth. The head popped in, and
squashing my tongue, I could get a fair amount of it in as Izzy groaned and
stroked my ass. He was big and thick, but not long, and I sucked and
enjoyed his cock until my jaw muscles cramped a little bit from being so
open. I wanted Izzy's cum, and the more I sucked, the more Izzy played with
my cock, and asshole, rubbing his beard against the sensitive pink hole,
then pressing his thick lips against my hole sucked and chewed lightly on
the rim. I was dripping precum like crazy, rubbing against the fur on his
chest and neck, and in heaven, having a massive cock sliding in and out of
my mouth.

Finally, I worked my arms around Izzy's fat legs, pulling them back, and
worked my mouth back down to the hole I practically raped this afternoon. I
looked at it in the dim light -- purple lips, very wide, and very muscular.
I kissed it as it opened like a flower, licking the edges again, then
sucking part of it in my mouth, chewed on it like he did mine as he moaned,
his cock drooling more precum on my neck and chest. We sat rimming each
other like that for what seemed like forever, his ass was just magnificent.
I finally got my hands around, and pulled on the hairy cheeks to open it
more, licking and sucking his swollen hold, and rubbed the edges with my
fingers, pushing them in and out gently as I felt him work my hole too. He
pushed my hips up then, and I felt my cock slide into his hot mouth. He
held my hips as I continued to work his hole, and sucked my cock, sliding
it further and further into his mouth, until I felt his throat.

I had two fingers of each hand in his asshole and pulled it wide open,
licking now, as he started pushing my cock into his throat hole,
surprisingly tight. I didn't quite fit, but then with a pop feeling I slid
in, and felt Izzy squeeze, holding his breath and gently pushing and
pulling my hips with my cock deep in him. I slowly worked a third finger
into each side of his huge ass, surprised at how open I could get him. Izzy
and I were locked in that suck and rim, until Izzy, gently pushed my hips
off his face, gasped for air for a moment, and then slowly rolled away from
me. He backed up against the headboard, huge hairy ape, legs spread wide,
and pulled me back on top of him. He took my right hand, and put it
entirely in his mouth, his eyes twinkling. He took it out, and then rubbed
it against his asshole then leaned back, pulling his arms behind his knees
to pull his legs back, beautiful hairy asshole right there now.

He let one leg go, and then lunged for the night table, and got a big
bottle of lube out squirting some on my cock and his hole, and some
poppers, and cursed for a second trying to get the plastic off the cap.
Open, finally, he held it out to me, and I took a sniff as he pulled his
legs back, then he took a deep sniff and put it back on the bed. I was on
my knees in front of him, and he leaned forward, grunting with the effort,
and pulled my cock to his hole. I slid in, remembering the incredibly hot
tunnel like that afternoon, and slide my cock all the way to the hilt in
his hairy ass, holding it there for a moment as our eyes locked. I leaned
forward, kissing him, then leaned back again, and thrust gently. I wasn't
fucking now, I leaned forwards, my arms around his hairy trunk, and we were
locked together rocking and kissing, just so more than sex and fucking,
just paradise.

He held me so tight, squeezing his ass to milk my cock as I touched deep
inside him, slowly and then quickly thrusting, moving all around. I reared
back, holding his ankles and slammed a few times into his ass, and he took
hold of his cock, pushing it down, towards me. I was able to crouch down
and suck the tip a little in my mouth, excited by more of the precum, and
continued fucking him now as he jacked off. He took my right hand again,
and slid it down by my cock, and said, "More, like this afternoon." I had
been fucking him for a quarter an hour already, he was even more open, and
I pushed three fingers beside my cock in his hole to see how much he would
be able to take. He just groaned and relaxed more, then took two deep hits
of poppers. I wanted him to have the best experience of his life, fucking,
kissing, holding then as I slid my fingers out in syncopation with my cock,
and he closed his eyes, shaking his head, "Daddy, more!" he whispered.

I let his left leg go, and holding my hand down to his ass, slid a finger
in the other side of my cock, as three were still in his ass. We looked at
each other as he sighed, a stream of precum now pooling at his cockhead on
his belly. We knew where this would go. I pushed three fingers of my left
and right hand in his hole, beside my cock, and he begged more loudly,
squeezing me now, then relaxing, driblets of precum drooling out of his
cock with each squeeze. I began fucking harder than I had been, slamming
more, my balls aching now from wanting to cum, but not wanting to quite
yet. Izzy was holding onto the headboard, and managing to thrust down
against me, as I fucked him, and I smelled him -- the sweat and precum, in a
huge sex cloud, moved up around me as he broke into a deep sweat. Izzy took
four hits of poppers, two per nostril and made me take two at this point.

He slid even more deeply in bed, put his feet up on the headboard as he
held it with his hands, curled up with his ass in the air as I slammed into
him. We were both frantically fucking now, slightly dizzy and very horny
from the poppers, and Izzy reached down to my right hand, and pulled
insistently on the wrist. I took my left hand away, and slid four fingers
in his ass beside my cock, and he pulled even harder. I felt his asshole
tight around the middle of my hand, when with his amazing control, it
relaxed even more and my hand felt free. I was sliding my hand around my
cock, able to feel all of his rectum now, as Izzy thrust even harder
against me, begging for even more from Daddy. I wasn't sure how much more
he wanted, but we continued fucking, as I was practically jacking off my
cock inside his ass at this point my fingers completely around my cock, and
thumb starting to worm into his hole alongside.

"Now, Joe" Izzy said, "It's good. Now in." he calmly stated, and freezing
for a second, took hit after hit of poppers in either nostril, staring at
me, until I think he had ten and I had four. His eyes were turning a
burning demon-red with sex, and he flushed deeply under his black beard.
"Fuck me like you've never done before Joe." Izzy said through gritted
teeth, and with that, he grabbed the headboard, feet firmly braced and
squeezed and then opened his ass. I bore down, and amazingly, effortlessly,
my hand slide completely in to the wrist beside my cock. Izzy yelled out
"YES!" and squeezed gently on my wrist, as I took a hold of my cock, my
hand bulging into a fist deep inside him. "YESYESYES" he was yelling, as I
slid my hand completely out, and then completely back in, and began jacking
myself off in his ass, slam fucking as I squeezed my cockhead.

It felt like my head was going to explode as Izzy bucked against me, his
huge cock now spraying precum as he begged for more in his asshole, and my
hand slid in and out as I fucked harder and harder, Izzy begging for more.
It was the moment, and with my left hand I grabbed his cock, squeezing the
head, jacking him, rotating my hand around it with my left pinky in his
pisshole, while I watched anguished looks wash over him, every nerve ending
of his cock and ass overstimulated. He furrowed his brow, looking at me,
opened his mouth and began yelling "cumming, ahhhhHHHHH" and I felt his
prostate become rock-hard against my hand. A spurt of cum pushed my pinky
out his urethra, and I held his cock aimed at my face as a fountain of
juice burst out, splashing on my beard and into my open mouth.
"JOEEEEEEEE!" Izzy screamed, bellowing and yelling now, starting to squeeze
my hand and cock inside him as another jet burst out of his cock, salty
bitter cum in my mouth.

I lost it. I felt like I was floating as suddenly I felt myself cumming
inside him, my own cock pulsing with cum in my hand in his ass, "IZZY,
Filling YOUR ASS!" I yelled, jacking off in his ass like a jackhammer as I
shot and thrust into him, another burst of hot jizz right in my face.
"OHJOE OHJOE OHJOE" Izzy gasped, yelling for me to fuck him hard, as we
both creamed burst after burst, my groin almost cramping with the
excitement and exertion. Another burst of cum shot out of Izzy up over his
hairy belly, then I aimed back at my face but it hit my chest, then a huge
glob oozed out of that fat broad cock, covering my hand with more cum as he
began twitching. His asshole began clamping down on my shooting cock, and
wrist, and suddenly I realized how strong his ass and asshole were. My cock
began going literally numb with the pressure as I still shot inside him,
and more globs of thick white cum oozed out over my hand.

Izzy's eyes rolled up, and began shuddering and shaking, squeezing my hand
even harder with his ass, more cum drooling out of his cock, and he shook
his head harder and harder. My hand was going numb, and I began to pull
out, which caused his eyes to fly open, "YES JOE" and I pulled against his
asshole muscle. "OHHHEEEAAUUGGG" he bellowed as I pulled out of his juicy
hole, my own cum running out like a stream, until he clamped shut again,
and his ass lips, which had been pulling out as I fucked in and out, sucked
right back inside him, and he presented me with a tiny, purple asshole
you'd never imagine had been brutally sucked, fucked and fisted. Izzy was
panting, and let his feet off the headboard, slowly groaning and
straightening out, and grabbed my wrists, pulling me up over him. He buried
his furry face against my chest, in a bear hug, still shaking from the
orgasm, "Joe, please," Was all he could say.

I wrapped my arms, and big biceps around his head, flexing and squeezing
him against my chest, groans with every popping of my pecs and biceps, as
we rolled over on our sides, locked again against each other. Bliss. We
fell asleep like that, sweating in each other's arms all night, until I
felt Izzy crawl up against me, kissing, and again letting his tongue lie in
my mouth, relaxed, connected, curled up in my muscles like we were made for
each other. Dawn light woke me, pale clear white-blue light coming now from
the other side of the bedroom windows. Izzy's cock was rock hard, and he
was snoring like a freight train. My eyes roamed all over his thick, almost
fat furry body, and thought of Sami, back in Washington. Izzy cracked an
eye, and groaning, jacked his dick for a second "c'mere Joe." He tried to
pull my mouth to his cock, but instead I pulled his ankles to the edge of
the bed as I hopped off.

"What, what?" He asked as I pulled him further, kneeling by the bed. His
cock was a big purple bloated cum-filled delight, and I began sucking it
now, facing him, with the curve a little more easy to manage. I got him in
my mouth, feeling the hard flesh rubbing against my tongue, and roof of my
mouth, and I brusquely pulled his hairy legs apart as I sucked and bobbed
on his cock. I love a fat cock, really, it could be an inch long if it
filled my mouth, and I gobbled and slobbered, slurping loudly over it, jaws
aching from being so open. I pushed my left hand fingers together, and
pushed up against his asshole, which surprised him for a second. I was
horny for his cum, and was going to extract it NOW! I pushed my hand
further, four fingers sliding in his hole, and he quickly woke up, hissing
"YES MORE" at me. He squatted slightly in front of me, and relaxing, my
hand popped right in again, no fuss no muss.

"OHFUCKYEAH!" He yelled out, shivering from the sensation as I sucked his
precum-gushing cock now. I was jacking myself off now, feverishly, morning
piss hardon almost unbearable as I clenched my hand inside him. "Not too
fast JOE, Oh my GOD!" Izzy began, pinching his nipples and bobbing up and
down on my hand slowly, "Uh, OHH, he cried, and tried grabbing for the
poppers, but this was fast. I think we were at it five minutes when I felt
his prostate began to harden against my fist, and I ground against it, Izzy
bellowing instantly. He grabbed my head and holding it, pushed as hard as
he could, my lips up around the base of his cock, his head at the back of
my throat, and with one final thrust of my hand, I felt a firehose began
gushing in my mouth. That triggered me instantly to cum, waves of horny
orgasm washing over me as I practically lost my mind in the excrement of
the moment. I could barely handle his cum four or five spurts filled my
mouth when suddenly I had to piss BAD.

I bobbed, and sat down heavily on the floor, my legs straight out as I was
cumming, but all sorts of sensations triggered in me, and thinking fast, I
pulled my hand out of Izzy's ass, and pulled him down against me as fast as
I could. Holding my cock, I managed to get it in his wide-open asshole -- an
easy target frankly -- and gasped, telling Izzy to squeeze hard. With that
the dam burst, and I let go a huge piss stream into Izzy's ass as he
clamped down, not letting a drop out.. My god that was perfect, him
squatting down on my gushing cock, the sensation of every drop of piss
flowing out of me, Izzy kissing and laughing, fussing over me. He grabbed
the edge of the bed and slowly stood up, not a drop getting out of his ass,
his fat cock wiping over my face, rubbing against me like he had at the
tomato stand, and he ran off to the bathroom. I sat there numb from the sex
and excitement, and having had one huge fantasy -- fisting a guy who was
cumming into my mouth -- just made true.

My head was spinning. I grabbed a towel, and wiped off noticing again it
was like 6am -- hell. I crawled back into bed as Izzy came back in the room,
grinning, and climbed back into bed with me. We nodded off again, and it
seemed like the phone rang a moment later -- but it was 9am. He spoke
briefly in the phone, and hung up, "SHIT", he said, and ran off, as I heard
a shower go off. A moment later he was back in, and struggling into
clothes, and cramming things into a backpack. "I'm off, I'm flying in 90
minutes, my God, I hope I can make it." I started dressing, and he said,
"No worries, stay here, lock after you leave." We talked very briefly, and
Izzy's face wrinkled up. "Joe, I don't want to go like this. I don't want
you to go." He hugged me, very emotionally, but business was business,
family was family. I lay there an hour after he left, smelling him on the
pillows. You know the smell. Bliss.


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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.