Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2015 23:13:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip Texas: Marfa

Road Trip Texas: Vol 3
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe

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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.

All photography of texbearjoe © 2015 by C.C. Brooks, ccbrooks79@yahoo.com

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I ended up in Marfa around noon, and I had a desperate feeling I needed
food, real food. I had lunch in a funky "Shark" restaurant which was good,
but I was really wanting something more than restaurant food, and it was a
strange feeling – so far away from home, the other side of Texas, and
feeling a tiny bit trapped. Across from the restaurant, to my absolute
shock, was a Gym. Near a cute hotel. Marfa is tiny – maybe a few thousand
people, and an art magnet. Since I was so close, how could I resist. I was
going to spend the day going through Donald Judd spaces on "the Block", but
nothing was starting until around 4:30pm, so I had some time on my hands.
Sitting in the restaurant, a guy was staring at me. Finally, he walked over
to me. He had a scruffy beard, build more on the light side, liquid brown
eyes.

What I was surprised at was his shirt and clothes were covered with
pigments, he looked a bit of a mess. Staring at me, he made the most
exaggerated motion to touch a chair. I said "Hi", and he, with enormous
effort, said "You're Texbearjoe!" I grinned and said, "You got it! Come sit
with me." He slowly grinned, and then carefully walked over to his table,
and gathered stuff up, shaking slightly, then stopped as he walked back. I
nibbled on my turkey sandwich as he looked at me, a smile twitching around
the sides of his mouth, and I said, "And you are?" Again, with great
effort, he told me he was Sam, and then there was a small burst. His head
jerked to the side like a string was attached, and he blinked and barked
slightly, almost literally. He held onto the table for a second, then
repeated a few more times, and struggled to stop.

I said, "Hey, let it go, you don't have to hold back on my account." He
struggled again, silently, twitching slightly, and I asked where he was
from -  I didn't believe anyone was born in Marfa. "You don't mind?" He
said, "I have..." and he broke into twitches and alternately barked out
"Fuck" and "Milk" and "Brick". "I can see what you have, don't worry about
me." Sam looked somewhat relaxed, and his leg kicked out, and he became a
mass of Tourette tics and twitches, whispered and barked "Fuck" and "Dick",
but we continued to have a good conversation, nevertheless. New Yorker,
moved to Marfa, well, to not be near people. I told him I was in town to
see Donald Judd, but if he had studio, it would be fun too, and he got very
enthusiastic. I told him to meet me at the Judd tour start around 4pm, we
could do that and maybe find some dinner.

I hadn't made someone that happy for some time just by chatting. Went to
the gym, checked in the hotel and was ready for the tour at 4pm – it only
allows 14 people! Well, we got in easily, and Sam had changed out of his
paint clothing, thank god, and he looked incredibly sexy, rockstar sexy in
a linen teeshirt and jeans, buzz-cut hair and furry, and those liquid eyes.
I put my hands on his traps behind him, and leaned forward and whispered in
his ear "I hope you don't find me forward, but I am, so I have to say
you're incredibly hot." "Aaah," he said, "I never thought I'd hear that
from texbearjoe!" and barked and chortled a little bit as he shook, arms
flailing. He was slightly unsteady on his feet as we walked, he was really
letting go of trying to control himself, and I took his hand to steady him
as we walked through Judd's the buildings. You should Google Donald Judd if
you like stark beautiful minimalist art.

I had a great time seeing everything, and Sam kept squeezing my hand to
communicate while the somewhat hip docent droned on about the works. I
could have done without the words, and stuck with the visuals. I started
squeezing Sam's hand back every time the docent said something particularly
artistic, like "postmodern agenda" and "postminimalist", we ended up having
a very amusing conversation with taps and squeezes, as Sam barked out
streams of "fucking idiot" now and then to pepper things up. I didn't want
to be the docent, but it was a very exciting tour towards the end. I
tickled Sam's palm every time I had to suppress a laugh. We got out in the
early evening, and we ended up chattering together wandering back, and Sam
took me across town on foot to his studio which seemed to have been an old
gas station attached to a house.

Total fucking mess, which I expected, canvases and drawings all over the
place. Sam specialized in encaustic, which is mainly pigments mixed into
melted beeswax, which gives an incredible depth to the paint surface. He
had a kitchen! A very nice kitchen in fact, a cabinet full of funky
mismatched glassware and tableware, and my mind started working, finally. I
told him I was making dinner, no questions. I went through his paintings
and drawings, really beautiful works, I wondered where he showed. He
directed me to the main local grocery store, and I was stumped how to make
something really amusing for dinner. Lots of fresh vegetables, and
strangely, blue corn – aha. I got pretty much one of each fresh veggie,
olive oil, almonds, a few slabs of beef, and on and on. Back at the studio,
I walked in, and it was as though he had no air conditioning.

I put everything down, and went over to Sam who was fussing with paints,
and squeezed his shoulder as he grunted and grumbled and pulled him to kiss
him. What an amazing kisser, he was so alive in my arms – you have met guys
who go limp when you kiss, Sam was blazing and twisting, so hungry for me,
I was astonished. He kissed and barked, grunting kissing my eyes,
play-biting my ears and licking, all around my face, my beard, and then
burying his mouth in mine, his thick tongue darting out, all the while as I
heard little vocalizations coming through, his nostrils with hot breath on
my cheek suddenly, and squeezing, turning and grabbing me. All of which I
returned. We were lost in kissing standing there for quite some time, as
Sam pressed a rock hard cock against me, humping against me, rubbing
against me. The top of my head was blowing off thinking of playing with him
tonight, and an alarm went off, "Dinner" I said, pulling away.

It was too hot. I took off my clothes, Sam completely unaware, and digging
around in the kitchen, finding a blender, started on the first course. In
five glasses I arranged white, green, yellow, blue, and orange gazpachos –
nothing complicated, cucumbers and cream, salt and pepper, olive oils and
then some spicing up with special ingredients, and found a collection of
crazy glasses to serve in. I seared the meat then popped it in the oven to
roast, and fussed and fussed, incredibly happy I could make real food. Sam
came over, and was flabbergasted at the dinner, the colors, flavors, and me
standing naked with dinner laid out on a fairly battered and
paint-spattered wooden table. He was going to have to play my game now, and
I got a kitchen cloth, and tied it over him, kissing him. He had to guess
the color of each gazpacho by the flavor, if he knew colors so well.

After he was blindfolded, I also upped the ante, taking his clothes off
slowly, carefully, first setting him down on a couch. If you read my
stories, you know how verbal, and sound-focused I am. Nothing, nothing has
ever equaled Sam sitting there and moving around, yelling out and laughing
as I pulled his clothes off – I can't write it. He had a beautiful upper
body, not furry, and his muscles were like iron from all the workout they
got – all day – from his movements. I took his shoes off, and his socks,
and he started screaming as I licked and chewed on his toes – he almost
kicked me. I sucked on his big toe, and then licking between each
individual toe, I worked my way down to lightly running my teeth over this
sole, then sucked most of his foot in my mouth, which sent him into a
complete frenzy – not as much though as when I sucked both bit toes in my
mouth at the same time.

I undid his thick buckle, and pulled his trousers down, but he paused, hand
on my wrist, then kicked the pants off, leaving him in black underwear,
bulging like crazy. He was one of those guys whose cock is quite a bit
darker than his body, and in his case, as slight as his body was, his cock
was thick and meaty as the beef for dinner. I almost started sucking and
chewing on his cock and big balls, but held myself back for a second.
Pulling him up, sat him down by me at the main table and as we chatted, I
spoon-fed him each of the gazpachos, asking him to describe what he felt.
He was pretty good – but the yellow and the blue gazpachos got him, both
corn-based. Instead of a napkin, when he jerked with a spoon feeding him, I
licked the soup off his beard, and finally, undoing the blindfold, picked
him up over my shoulder and carried him back to the couch as he pounded on
my back.

I took his wrists, and holding him down, lay on top of him kissing and
sucking on his lips as his fat cock pressed against my belly. It was
incredible, his hands, his body, his kisses were so alive, I had all I
could do to keep up with him, until he pushed me on the floor and sat on my
hips, holding me down and screaming "fucker, fuck cock suck" at me in an
erotic happy rage. Hard to describe all the emotions melted together as he
dove into me! We wrestled around on and off in the mess, but I yelled
"DINNER" again, and got him back to the table, his beautiful cock pointing
straight up. His legs were super-furry, just up to his waist, it looked
amazing, kind of like a Satyr, but I called him "Wolfman" as he barked
through dinner and howled occasionally, tearing into his steak. He also had
some beautiful Tequilas to go with the meat, what an evening.

After dinner, as we talked about the technical parts of encaustic, he stood
up and came over to me, hand on my mouth. He was incredible, that fat soft
cock lolling around, muscles tensing over and over under his translucent
skin. He turned the lights off, and opening curtains at what was the front
of the gas station, early moonlight came in. He pulled me over to a chair
and table by the window, and started fussing over a large metal plate. The
smell of beeswax hit the air – a nice one, actually – mixing with the
garlic and beef... he roughly positioned me to put my head on the table, as
though I was sleeping, then he changed in front of me. With a thick
charcoal, he started sketching me on a piece of paper like parchment, but
all the extra movement was gone. As he drew, his grunting and vocalizations
stopped, and his body was focused, like a rattlesnake, on the canvas.

I couldn't quite see what was going on, but he was quickly sketching
something, and then a moment later, he grabbed an odd brush, and with the
wax continued to sketch out what he was doing. I burped, I'm sorry. I can't
sit at a table face down after dinner. He burst out laughing but continued
with the paper, then abruptly grabbed it and tore it to pieces, and started
over with charcoal. Another round, and this time, acrobat smooth and poised
as a surgeon he painted in short jabs and strokes, changing pigment groups,
mixing on the flat steel plate obsessively. He stood back after a moment,
and looking at the drawing, the vocalizations re-emerged and his arms, and
coming back over, he pulled on me and whispered filthy things in my ear
dragging me off to the bed in one corner of the room.

His bearded silhouette in as he approached me, fat cock hard and pointing
up with his furry legs, and that beard, his growling and barking, was one
of the most exciting visuals I've had for sex since I can remember. He
crawled in the bed, and I immediately hugged him, as we rolled around in
the sheets kissing crazily. He was feeling me all over, squeezing my
muscles and yelling out, shaking his head and barking and cursing, jacking
himself off as he repeatedly kissed me and squeezed me with his steel-like
muscles. Grabbing my cock, he began jerking me whining and getting closer
and closer to my cock, licking and sucking on it as he jerked and gurgling
when he tasted some precum. His tongue was as fat as his cock, and he
expertly made it into a tube in his mouth, pushing my cock into the hot
cavity as he kept grunting and cursing, literally drooling as he sucked
more and more in until I hit the back of his mouth.

He looked up, those liquid brown eyes in the reflected light, and I winked
at him as I put my hand on top of his head, and shoved my cock into his
throat. All sounds stopped briefly, as he gagged and shuddered, twitching,
arms spasming. In a second he began bobbing his head forcefully, and his
entire body became a smooth sucking machine, like when he was a painting
machine – entirely focused on his thick tongue rolling over the veiny shaft
of my cock, the head popping in and out of his throathole. He paused, and
with the same intensity pulled me out and gasped for air, then sucking with
a forceful vacuum, grasped my ass, squeezing hard and fucked it back in his
throat, his hot lapping tongue now out over his lower lip, his mouth cavity
as full as he could make it. Saliva drooled down my balls, tickling
slightly as he continued with the suck, pause, gasp, suck rhythm, and he
finally grasped his own dark cock, jacking it in fitful bursts.

I held his head and pulled out, my cock just on his lips as he pursed them
and sucked hard on my head, grunting and "fucks" coming out now again, head
jerking. He grabbed my cock, and screaming obscenities at me, jacked my
cock, crouching on the bed as he also jacked his cock, and finally I put
one leg over his right shoulder, then his left shoulder, leaning down to
hold his upper back as I pushed him on the bed, jacking and bellowing at
me. With him flat on the bed, I put my heels against his shoulder and
squatted down, lifting up my cock and balls so my asshole was exposed
directly to his mouth. I bounced slightly to touch it to his beard,
scratchy and nice, and then as his head shook back and forth while he
continued jerking and yelling at me, I simply sat my asshole on his lips.
He screamed, closed-mouthed, and then moaned, sucking fiercely at my tiny
hole, his thick tongue pushing up in it.

He lolled his tongue around in circles around the edge of the hole, but I
pulled my asscheeks apart and relaxed, my hole opening up. I felt his lips
pressed in a circle around my own anal ring, sucking it backwards out of my
body – what an amazing sensation – shoving his tongue brutally up in the
sensitive flesh. He stopped jacking off, and chortling again, grabbed my
hips and pulled me tightly against his face and mouth, tongue now lapping
almost into my rectum he was so deep and I was so spread open. Then he did
it. He pushed his chin against my hole, lower lip inside, and I felt like
he was trying to get his lower jaw in my asshole. He continued to lick and
suck, now starting to jerk me off, but I had to hold his hand, squeezing it
to tell him "hold back fucker". Then he jerked from under me, and abruptly
pushed my hips throwing me across the bed, then with me on my back, jumped
on me, my head between his knees, as he wrestled my legs down.

He pulled forward, yelling about how he was going to get a daddy fuck fuck
fuck going, but first he leaned far forward, and sat his own hairy asshole
on my mouth. He began jerking and yelling, and I felt his fat balls
bouncing on my chest as he jerked off while he ground is ass on my mouth,
and I was not able to really lick or suck it. I got his gyrating hips in my
hands and pushed him up a little bit, sticking my tongue out, and then
lowering his asshole right on top. His asshole was amazing, jerking on my
tongue, sliding up and down like I was fucking him, and I was able to slide
my thumbs up near my tongue rolling around the sensitive tissue as he
continued to bounce his balls on my chest, jerking like crazy, and now
pinching his nipples. He paused, quiet for a second, then almost literally
threw himself on my cock as I rimmed him, his fat cock squashed with his
balls against my chest.

With a better angle I was able to pull his asshole open to lick deep inside
it as he gurgled and moaned, then my cock hit the magic spot, and his body
became quiet as he choked on it, and I felt precum squeeze out of his own
cock wetting my chest. I pulled his asshole open more insistently, fighting
his muscle and feeling his body almost have seizures as he gagged on my
cock. It was delicious, slurping his hole as he quieted down against me for
a moment, his mouth and throat fully loaded with my very sensitive meat. I
could feel him trying to grunt and speak with my cock in his throat, when
he slowly pulled back, head jerking to the right with my cock sliding in
and out – amazing quick wonderful sensations. Finally he got off me, and
jerking and twitching like crazy, laughing and yelling a stream of filthy
language, and he bent over the bed, ass in the air, one leg jerking and he
slammed his palm on the bed a few times, commanding me to fuck fuck fuck
his hole.

I'm not going to say no! He was on his elbows on the bed, his hairy ass,
and what I could see now were even hairier than I thought legs facing me.
One arm or the other flailed out every second or so as he barked and
'fucked' at me, ass clenching and unclenching as I watched jacking off to
the spectacle. I put my cockhead up to the hairy brown hole, feeling him
literally clench and almost suck on the tip of my cock, leg jerking out,
slamming one then the other hand on the bed, a symphony of excited,
exaggerated motions. I popped the head of my cock in his hole, which made
him freeze for a second, leg shaking, then he arched his back, on his
elbows again, moaning and jerking on the bed, his asshole literally
spasming and eating at my cock like nothing I've ever felt. I pushed in
just a tiny bit further, then back out half way, back in pushing further
and further hearing him grow more frantic.

He was bursting with words in his 'Fuck fuck fuck cocksucker fucking that
faggot asshole shitty shithole fuck!" talk, slamming his hands down more
and finally I pushed all the way into his asshole, the head of my cock
feeling expansion as I got deep into his guts, while the base of my shaft
was practically chewed as he screamed and begged for more. As I slid in and
out, and got into a fucking rhythm, he began swinging back and forth,
meeting each of my thrusts with a fantastic slam, his balls bouncing back
to touch mine. The more we got into the rhythm of fucking, the less he
barked and grabbed the bed, but it was no less sensual. I held still for a
moment, feeling him simply chewing and fucking his asshole on my cock and
shaft like an anal blowjob – magnificent. I wasn't going to last much
longer at this rate, and after fifteen minutes of that fucking, I didn't
want to cum yet, but didn't want to stop.

I pulled out, much to his wailing and cursing at me, then flipped him over
on his back, his beautiful dark cock looking like a metal dildo - so hard
and shiny. I shoved my cock immediately back in, watching his delighted
eyes, then grabbed his waving hands, and holding them, squeezing messages
into his hands, into his ass with my cock, watching his head roll and
listening to the stream of cursing, spittle flipping all over his beard. I
couldn't help it, but took a hold of his cock with one hand, and crouching
I was able to pop just the dark maroon tip in my mouth, snapping the
foreskin back and forth. It was obscene feeling in my hand, like a very
over-inflated rubber tire, and he grabbed at my hand a few times as I
slammed even harder into his sucking ass, then he became transformed.

His entire body, still twitching, started to squeeze and contract, his head
pulled further and further back as he moaned and cried out, his legs
pulling further and further back, opening his ass beautifully. I continued
leaning forward, sucking a little bit more of his cockhead into my mouth as
he went entirely rigid, shaking and vibrating, then the dam broke. The
first gush of cum, with a huge stream of screaming at me, spewed into my
mouth as his abs and upper body contracted like it was electrified. Then
another stream, his entire body jerking now with the force of the hot white
cumblast, then moments of pause as I managed to swallow some of it, still
in a nice easy fuck into his ass, when he had another sex seizure and
gushed a huge load of cum over my beard and face, even in my eyes – I
forgot that it stung a little bit. It was like he was on a crunch machine
then, his body completely out of control with his head twisting, grimace on
his face, arms twisting but loads of cum oozing and gushing out.

I finally leaned forward, arms around his lower back, and picked him up –
sliding completely to the base of my cock, his body curled up, and his arms
waving and patting my on the back as he gasped and bellowed out a stream
again. I held him tightly, feeling his jerking and twitching gradually
stop, feeling like this was the hottest fuck I'd had in a long, long time.
Finally he took a big gulp of air, and I felt his arms squeeze me more
tightly, and I whispered, "Are you ready?" He barked out laughter again,
and with that I flexed my hips, pulling him up to slam him down and felt my
own orgasm start deep in his guts. His eyes flew open wide, and as I gently
pumped my hips against him, lifting him up and down on my cock, some of my
cum gushed back out his hole, down my balls.

I gently put him back on the bed, continuing to pump cum in that amazing
ass of his, feeling the fur against my thighs, until I slowly pulled out of
him, whereupon he straightened his legs, and launched himself at me to pull
me back in bed, showering me with kisses and pats, everything animated and
so, so alive. Touches and kisses all over my face, obsessively touching
then kissing spots all over, eyebrows, nose, mouth, cheeks, Adam's apple,
then touching and kissing and touching further and further down all over my
body until it felt like I was sprinkled with the most amazing electrified
rain. He moved back around, and crawled up against me, big brown eyes
looking at me as smiles, grimaces, pursed lips, played over his face, hands
flailing and touching squeezing my muscles with grunts and curses.

We held each other for some time, and gradually falling asleep with him
still jerking ever so slightly against my chest with his beautiful long
beard. I woke in the early morning to seem him again sketching and painting
me, now in the bed, but all the intensity of his body focused in the
smooth, sweeping motions, eyes darting to me, body like a ballet dancer. I
got up to take a shower behind a glass panel, and he immediately put
another sheet up and began dashing off charcoal sketches, followed by the
thick, plastic encaustic. As I dried off, I said "Hi Sam," kneeling to kiss
his furry ass. I got to make breakfast! He was standing naked, like a satyr
with those hairy legs, beautiful cock, and beard, working away on vellum.
The moment he stopped, one elbow flew up and he looked at me, "Hello fuck
fuck Joe!".

We had a great breakfast, and it was fun to hang out, but he flew back to
the drawings he was working on, and became quiet again. I looked out his
windows at the deserty landscape, and decided I wanted to get to the beach,
but saw that South Padre Island was still several days' drive. As I got my
stuff in my car and finished off the coffee, Sam rushed at me, peppering me
with kisses and shouts, and I told him he had to come to Houston. He ran
back in the studio, and came out with a drawing, or painting, of my in the
shower that morning, and insisted I take it. I was worried about the
encaustic on my hot drive, but it wasn't going to be a problem. I saw him
freeze up when I described my parties in Houston – 60-80 guys by the pool,
and I slowly realized he didn't like to be near a lot of people. Which is
why Sam was in Marfa. I got it. Amazing Guy.





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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.