Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2015 23:58:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip: Texas, Installment Mexia

Road Trip: Texas Volume 1
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*Mexia *

Well, even after I left the bookstore in Waco, I found I was still to
sleepy to drive safely, so I decided to pack it in, but much to my chagrin,
I ended up in a Red Roof Inn, everything else was full! I got up in the
morning, quite late it turns out, and starving. I did my email, and looked
at my crazed GPS, and noticed that I was near Mexia, pronounced
"muh-hay-yuh", birthplace of the crazed and out-of-control Anna Nicole
Smith! I decided I couldn't resist, so I took the hour drive there to go to
lunch. I got in to a very small town, and cruised around and found a
barbecue place, and thought that would be perfect. It was not too crowded
and I got my food fast, and sitting eating, my eyes locked on a guy
watching me from across the room. The moment I looked at him, he looked
away nervously, then kind of crept back. I looked away, and then glanced at
him, then he looked at his plate.


This went on for five minutes, then I winked at him, and the corners of his
eyes crinkled with his smile, and he slowly folded up his little plate of
barbecue stuff, and sauntered over to me. He was a bit taller than me, blue
chambray shirt, Lee jeans, western boots, brown cowboy hat cocked back a
little bit, and a thin moustache on his upper lip, a thin beard all the way
around his mouth. And the most amazing skin, jet-black, and radiant – the
heat and the humidity really made him glow with the light from all the
windows around the barbecue place lighting him up. He almost walked past
me, staring and nodding, and I said, "Hey, how are you?" not knowing what I
was supposed to do. He said "Oh!" and stopped, "You ok?" He asked putting a
hand on my shoulder.


Jet black skin, very worn, and bright red palms, amazing colors. He looked
me deep in the eye, and I heard what I would hear many times this summer,
"You're not from around here are you." "Nope, I live in Houston, but was
born out East." My mind was going on overdrive watching this beautiful dad.
"Please, sit down, I saw you looking at me," "Yeah he said smiling," "big..."
I interrupted, "I had to say hi." "Big Muscles on a fine gentleman. How old
are you?" "Fifty," I replied, "And how old are you may I ask?" I got him –
he sat down after a moment, and "Bill" and I talked back and forth. He was
named after Bill Pickett his grandfather, a famous Rodeo cowboy, and it
wasn't a minute but we were old friends somehow. "Why are you so big?" He
asked, "Show me that arm." I flexed for him, feeling mildly shy in the
barbecue joint, "You certainly can't play poker Dad," he began, grinning,
"There ain't one feeling that ain't on your face honey."


I blushed furiously at this point, but tried to deflect the conversation.
"Ice Tea?" I asked, nodding towards his glass. "Sure Joe," he said, "No
sugar." "No sugar?" I asked, smiling at him. "We'll see." He said. I
blushed again. What was going on with me! I got the drinks, we sipped
chatting, and I teased him "What feeling do I have now Bill?" He leaned
over, in a low voice, looking down, then in my eyes, and said slowly, "I
think you want a tour of my ranch house." I leaned over, "And maybe relax a
bit?" I said, looking at him smiling. He grinned, looking to either side,
then back at me "Honey, we're thinking the same thing." His voice dropped
again, "My woman ain't at home this week. With her sister. You
know."  "That happens a lot to guys I meet." I said, "Something in the
air."


He harrumphed, said "MMmm... Come on Joe." He eased up, and we negotiated for
a second, I followed him. He had a very old beat-up Chevy truck, and I'd
have to drive quite a bit outside of town on one of the Farm-to-Market
roads, in my tiny Minicooper. My soon-to-be-muddy Mini convertible. We
turned up a road to a white house on a hill, and I saw the ranch – huge.
Heading to the house, or compound, I saw the Lexus. This was not a poor
rancher... I got out, and heard the nice clunk of his door close, and he
nodded me to follow, and walking in the house, in the door, I put my hand
on his shoulder, and turning him, leaned forward. He closed his eyes, and I
kissed him, and he put big well-worked arms around me, and I had his
delicious tongue on mine in a moment, as he squeezed and kneaded my muscles
like I was a prime side of beef, ready-to-eat.


He was a great kisser, holding my face tenderly, touching his lips, and
then feasting on mine, turning my head to nibble on my ears, and then
holding my head. A gentle smell of his sweat came up through the blue
shirt, and I heard the low "Mmmm..." again, and he put his hand on my crotch,
squeezing my hard cock gently. "Honey," he said, putting his forehead on
mine, "You're big all over!" He took my hand and kissed it, in such a nice
old-fashioned way, I felt silly for a second. Pulling me through the big
kitchen, which seemed big enough to cook for an army, he pulled me back
through the house, several bedrooms, and then into one with a big iron
frame, cowboy decorations around the room. On the dresser were photographs
of him with two tall hulking sons, another picture of the sons in football
uniforms, then graduation, and what looked like them at the beach in
Florida.


But only a fairly old faded one of him and a woman. Other family pictures,
but none of what looked like his wife after the boys were looking about 8
or 9. I sensed a loss. Kissing and holding me again, he squeezed my crotch,
and then put his hand up my teeshirt, feeling my muscles. I finally sort of
became conscious, I don't know why I was so dizzy, and started unbuttoning
his shirt. He was very smooth and lean, and I pulled his shirt out of his
jeans, rubbing my hands up his back as he did mine. I slowly eased the
shirt off his shoulders, and leaned down to kiss his nipples, like raisins,
very prominent. He jumped slightly, and slid his hand out to squeeze my
biceps. I sensed he really wanted to take control, not a top exactly, but
more of a lead, like in dancing. He grabbed my teeshirt and pulled it up
over my head, and sighed looking at my tits, back and forth, and my white
fur.


He started whispering in my ear as his hands rubbed over me, looking back
to watch me blush, and then continued on using a language African ancestry
I generally can't write – if you get my drift; I do have my limits. But he
was very excited, and when I reached for his big belt, he grabbed my
wrists, kissing me again, and said "Hold on honey." He squeezed my ass and
my crotch again, and told me to take his boots off. He sat up on the bed,
holding his leg out, and I started pulling on his boot, "No Joe, put one
leg over, facing away." I did so, the boot up between my legs, and shucked
it right off, then the other, then his thick socks off, and grabbed a foot
and started to kiss the toes. He jumped again, off the bed, and undid his
belt, revealing long-legged underwear.


He told me to hold still, still groaning filthy things he wanted me to do
in my ear, and I kicked off my shoes. He undid my belt, and told me to get
out of my pants, which I did, leaving me in black underwear, which was
slightly wet. He grabbed my cock again, hard, and squeezed my ass, stroking
then up my back, then started squeezing my chest, talking to me, and told
me to flex for him. I first grabbed the front of his shorts – fuck! He was
hard, and his cock was about a foot long – not thick though, but
surprising. He jumped again, grabbed my wrist, and laughed, "You're going
to have that if you can take it Joe." Kissing me again, he put his hands
inside my underwear, sliding them down, squeezing my ass muscles, and
fingering my asshole a bit roughly, then on my cock again.


He positioned me to lean against the bed and pulling my underwear off, he
began jacking my cock. He loved playing with my dick and feeling my
muscles, kissing me all over now, telling me how pink and sweet I was. He
leaned back, and grabbed his own cock for the first time, squeezing it in
his underwear, asking if I liked that. He began to get more intense, until
finally I broke down and started telling him exactly what kind of dick I
wanted, how far I wanted it down my throat, how much cum I wanted to feed
me, and we got much more verbal and intense. He stripped his underwear off
suddenly, his shiny cock bouncing up, and I looked at his lean, sexy body.
Just the lightest bit of fur, incredibly deeply colored skin, and the head
of his cock – uncut – bright reddish brown, like the palm of his hands.


He jacked me off while jacking himself off, asking what I wanted, not
allowing me to touch his cock until he had me begging for it, literally
going through incredible verbal hoops about him. He walked back a little
bit, looking at me with a gleam in his eye, grinning, then put his boots
out by me. I had to put them on! He must have been a size 12 or 13 (I'm a
size nine-1/2 US), and I got them on, my calves actually slightly too big!
He was jacking himself off, walking around looking at me, jacking my cock
more, and then licked his finger, and reached up under me and played with
my hole, groaning. Bill certainly knew exactly what he wanted. He put his
hands on my shoulders, and pushed down, forcing me to squat with my back to
the huge bed.


He squeezed my shoulders, jacking off, telling me how much he wanted my
bearded mouth on his dick, see my white moustache on it, licking and
sucking. He was shaking his head from side-to-side talking, getting into
his story, jacking off, holding me down on the floor, then he squatted
down, jacking me off, and playing with my asshole – wet finger – again. He
kissed me, rubbing his face against my beard, then standing back up, looked
down at me – cowboy boots, huge muscles, hands on the floor. He lifted his
long heavy cock, and told me to open my mouth, and stick out my tongue. I
did so, and he laid the tip of his cock on my tongue, and I licked it. He
covered the tip with his hand then, holding the shaft up, and leaned
forward. His balls and crotch were pretty deeply scented with his sweat,
and I loved smelling it as I licked from his balls up, slowly, to his
cockhead again as he held the foreskin shut.


He continued to whisper to me about his cock, then he pulled the foreskin
back slightly, his reddish cockhead popping out slowly, and put it on my
tongue again. I was literally drooling at that point, licking the slick
glassy hard head, then rolled my tongue completely around it in a circle,
the flicked up into the piss slit. Bill groaned and harrumphed again, and
thrust his lean hips slightly forward to me. I licked the hard head some
more, then slid part of it in my mouth, sucking on the tip as more saliva
drooled out of my mouth. He staggered taking a step forward, and pushed
more cock in my mouth. I got my mouth around the head now, my lips just
around the thick rim, and as I reached up to hold the shaft, he batted my
hands away laughing.


So, I bobbed my head forward a little bit, sucking hard on the cockhead, my
lips now going down on that smooth shaft, sliding slowly as his tender
silky cockhead pushed into my mouth. It was so comfortable, after the
jawbreakers I had the night before, and I was able to get a very nice suck
and lick going on the head and shaft, tasting him as tiny bits of precum
dropped on my tongue. I bobbed forward more, completely absorbed with
sucking his cock, and pushed more of the shaft in my mouth, the cockhead
now rubbing the roof of my mouth slightly. I bobbed forward, waiting to
feel his cock pressing against my throat, wondering how long it actually
was, how much I would feel it in me. He pulled back slowly the deeper I got
in my mouth, then pulled out entirely, grinning, and said "Hold on."


He ran out of the room, his long cock swaying and bouncing. I stood up a
second to stretch my legs, then I heard a house door open and close, then
he came back in and in a moment came back with a sweaty baseball cap. He
put in on me backwards, and then grasped my arms, rubbing them, leaving
greasy streaks, then he wiped my face. I looked like a Texas gas oil guy or
gas station guy, bit dirty, and then he stood in front of me, cock on my
mouth again. I opened up, as he kept rubbing his dirty hands on my
shoulders, his mouth open and a look of delight on his face, talking to me
again. He pushed his cock in my mouth, holding my chin now, and sliding in
and out in small strokes I was able to really get a beautiful suck on it.
He pushed forward now further in my mouth, and I bobbed my head forward,
throat open, and popped it in my throat.


He yelped, and jumped a foot as it slid in, pulling out with a surprised
expression on his face. "What was that!" he said, and I looked at him,
surprised. "I was sucking you down my throat, Bill." I said, quite
surprised actually. "I thought you were... I don't know." He said, and I
responded "Bill, relax. Let me suck that beautiful cock some more." I
reached up, and this time he didn't bat my hands away, pulling him towards
my mouth. I cupped his balls, stroking them, sucking at the tip of his
cock, and Bill was oddly more passive, and very curious suddenly. "Hasn't
anyone ever deepthroated you?" I asked, and Bill looked at me with big
eyes. "Deepthroated?" He said. I wasn't sure if he was joking or not. I
licked the head of his skinned back cock, the bright red wet crown, then
pushed the sensitive meat in my mouth, sucking and licking on it more as he
groaned.


He looked in the mirror, and glancing over myself I saw a big beefy grimy
dad in a baseball cap and boots sucking and worshiping his huge brown cock.
I continued pushing it back in my mouth, controlling it better – jacking
the shaft slightly with my thumb and forefinger in a circle as I slurped
and licked the long slim meat. I had most of his cock in my mouth, touching
my throat almost with a full hand wrapped around the shaft, then I looked
up for a moment, he was still looking in the mirror, and popped the head of
his cock back in my throat. He grunted, and his hips involuntarily thrust
slightly, "Mother fuh..." He said, and put his hands on the baseball cap,
steadying himself. I took my hand off his cock, and mouth open wide, slid
his shaft smoothly in my throat until my mouth was against his groin –
fuck! It felt like it was in my stomach.


I swallowed and he jumped and twitched and cursed, my throat muscles
kneading his shaft and head now. I held him comfortably like that, still
cupping his smallish balls, and then just to see how far he would go, I
popped one in my mouth beside the shaft. He again gasped and chortled a
bit, leaning against the bed so my head was motionless, so I reached and
popped the other ball in my wide-open mouth, and closed my lips. It was
amazing – his shaft was not thick, or I couldn't have done that. I sucked
hard, and he grunted an "oww" as I compressed his balls a little bit, so I
let them pop back out, dripping saliva. I pulled his hips away from me,
sliding his cock back out of my throat so I could get some air. "See Bill,
relax. Let me take care." I said, "You can take care of Daddy Bill any way
you want honey. Fuck! Oh man, that, I've never felt anything like that
since..."


He looked at me intensely, pulling the baseball cap down more tightly,
pulling my chin towards his cock. I slid it back in my mouth, tissue
sliding over wet tissue until he moved smoothly back in my throat, and now
holding his hands, I bobbed my head, allowing the long shaft to fuck my
throat hole in and out, popping his cut, peeled back head through the tight
throat opening. He jumped and twitched with the throat fucking, grunting,
calling me his big honey daddy, and enjoying every moment of it. He became
more aggressive again, finally holding my head and thrusting his cock into
my mouth in a hot deep fast fuck, calling me names again, until my lips
almost felt bruised from the ramming. I was jacking my own cock off and on
the whole time, edging myself as my throat was massaged beautifully,
feeling the tiny tricklings of his precum now and then.


Bill slowly pulled back out, and crouched by me, kissing me, and reaching
forward, stroked my asshole as he did before, pushing his finger in,
exploring and playing with it like a kid might with a new toy. He was
jacking off his own cock as he did so, and after a moment, he simply
embraced me, kissing deeply, and then hugging me, tightly, like he could
never let me go. I reached forward, feeling his long rubbery cock, and
jacked mine and his in sync as he kissed and hugged me, moaning. It was a
great feeling, I love touching big cock, and I paused, licking my finger
and touching his surprisingly furry asshole in his crouch. He jumped a bit,
but no so much, and I said "Bill, do me a favor. Pull that chair up and
turn around, holding onto the seat." Bill got very quiet, and slowly,
deliberately, moved the chair over, "You ain't gonna fuck me now, are you?
I don't do funny stuff." Bill said.


"No, no." I responded, and he leaned over slowly, his slim ass in the air.
I pulled his ass cheeks apart as he wiggled uncomfortably, and then with a
big fat tongue, licked his asshole. "Ooooohhhhhhh." Bill sighed, and I
kissed the hole now. Licking it some more, and kissing and sucking, I
pulled on his cock, feeling it get even harder, and aiming it straight down
now, jacked him while I rimmed him. "Like that?" I asked, "beautiful
asshole..." Bill grunted "I don't know Joe. It feels funny." I continued
rimming and jacking him, "Want me to stop?" I asked, and he paused a
moment, then said "No." I pointed my tongue, and pushed forward trying to
get it in his hole and roll it around and Bill sighed. I sucked the flesh
of his asslips, and sucking some in my mouth, chewed on it gently as Bill
shouted out "Oh fuck Daddy!"


I stopped, and touched his asshole with my finger, rolling it around in a
wet circle on the hairy purple-brown lips, but as I pushed it in slightly,
Bill jumped, straightened up, and turned around. He pulled the chair closer
to me, and sat down, spreading his legs, and said "Take care of Daddy Bill
honey," holding that footlong cock up at me. I got on my knees now, very
comfortable, and began sucking and throating his cock perfectly, sliding
one hand along his smooth slim body. I touched a nipple and Bill grunted,
so I quickly wet my finger, and touched it again, circling the sensitive
flesh like I had his anus. Bill started writhing around, and I felt his
cock get rock hard. "Touch that Daddy Joe, oh fuck! You have a light
beautiful touch!" Bill gasped, and kneeling now bent over, I took both
hands and started very gently massaging his big hard nipples.


His legs became restless and he adjusted himself in the chair over and over
as I gasped and sucked his rockhard cock – I punched it into my throat as I
started rubbing his nipples even harder, and Bill grasped the seat of the
chair with both hands as he wriggled and grunted with the treatment. I
tasted some more precum starting, and with one hand, felt his balls, which
had pulled up tight against his body. I slid his cock out of my mouth,
leaving it there dripping clear fluid as I continue massaging his nipples,
now squeezing them between my forefinger and thumb. Bill looked at me like
he was waking from a dream, "Honey, I was almost there!" he said, looking
surprised. "I know. Hold on Daddy, just a minute."


I adjusted myself on the floor so that my legs were under the chair, and I
could get a good hold of my cock, and Bill watched in the mirror again,
this huge thick muscleman crawling up to his chair, oil streaks on his
body, sweat staining the billcap, and I began sucking his cock again, a
nice easy rhythm. I paused at the shiny red tip, licking and sucking then,
thrust it in one go through my mouth down my throat, popping past the
throat ring until I was buried in his crotch, feeling his legs around my
cheeks. I would swallow once to massage his shaft, then pull back slowly
out, tongue tickling the shaft and savoring every inch of him feeling him
shake a little bit. I was jacking my own cock now very hard, the thwack
thwack thwack and the sucking sounds of my mouth the only noise in the
room. Plunge down again after suckling precum out the tip, then a long slow
pull back.


After another five minutes of this Bill was going crazy, and his greasy
hands grabbed my shoulders, rubbing and squeezing more grime on me. "G'wan
Coach," he whispered, "Suck all that juice out of your boy." With that Bill
pulled up out of the chair, confusing me. He went over to a dresser, and
pulled out a whistle on a lanyard, and put it over my head, "Here you go
Coach!" he said, getting back in the chair, legs spread. I refocused and
began sucking him again, long strokes, and with my left hand began stroking
his shaft along with my intense suck and deepthroat. Bill became more and
more verbal with "Coach", and playing out a complicated story about me with
him after the home football games, but it was all so many years ago!


He became more and more agitated, when suddenly he burst out – "I'm cumming
honey, take Daddy's cum!" and he began bellowing for Coach to get all the
cream. I felt a small spurt of cum, then a gigantic mouth-filling squirt,
and in an instant I felt a bolt of electricity in my crotch and began
whining and cumming myself, pushing his cock, and his cum deep in my throat
as he clamped his big worn hands on my head, pushing me entirely on his
cock. I was shooting all over the place as his hips bucked and thrust,
driving sticky webs of semen right into my belly, then pulling my mouth off
his cock, he grunted "OH Coach again!" and shot another few gobs into my
mouth, which I swallowed, shaking and whining again (cock out of my
throat!) as I was overwhelmed with an incredibly satisfying orgasm.


He began whinnying and jerking as I continued sucking congealing sperm out
of his sensitive head, and the more he tried to pull me off the more I
resisted. He finally went limp on the chair, "The best!" he whimpered, and
I slowly gave up jacking off, my hands roaming over his body, then finally
scooting back and getting up. He looked at me again, grinning, and said
"Hold still coach," holding my hand, and looking at us in the mirror again.
Except for the somewhat odd cowboy boots, I would make a very sexy school
football coach, a bit on the huge side. He grinned, bowed his head
mumbling, and ran into a nearby bathroom, water running in a moment, then
out with a washcloth. "Hold still, honey!" He said again, and began wiping
me down, getting some of the grime off he put on me.


"I couldn't believe when you touched my asshole, not nobody done that
ever!" he said, bustling around me, "Never!" He took the billcap off, and
pulled me over to the bed. "Now you lie down like old Bill did, honey." He
said, and looped his leg easily over mine and pulled the boots off me one
by one. He pushed me back down on the bed, and said "Give Bill some sugar,"
and pulled me to him, kissing and wrapping himself around me. "Its been so
long Joe," he said, "Oh this is what I need." We kissed and cuddled for
some time, it was wonderfully intimate, he was a great lover, not at all
what I expected after the kind of brusque controlling manner of earlier.
"I'm out of practice," he began, shaking his head. "Long time." He pulled
me on top, "Let me feel you Joe" and I stretched myself over his body,
250lbs pressing down on him in the springy bed.


He wrapped his arms around me squeezing, and grunting, a bit of the breath
knocked out of him. And then I felt it. His snakelike cock was getting hard
again as I squeezed down on top of him, so I pushed my arms under him,
sliding over the thick worn quilted spread, and squeezed him hard, feeling
his cock get harder and harder, just minutes after he fed me. Well, I got
hard too, and starting to kiss him again, he wrestled and rolled right on
top of me. We tussled a bit, and I got in a 69 position, and began sucking
on his cock again, but he gave no indication of wanting to suck, or even
touch me. No problem. After a few minutes of him grunting, I rolled around
again, and he was sitting on my chest, across my face. Fuck! I was jacking
off again, and he reared up, holding onto the metal bed frame, and lowered
his cock into my mouth, and I sucked every inch of it as he dipped down
slightly, deeper in my mouth, then more actively fucking it, until he
popped into my throat again.


I don't know why I was so excited in this position, or maybe it was that I
was still tasting his cum, but I almost shot when he shoved in my throat. I
shuddered, and rolling my head, begged him to let me taste his asshole
again. He scooted further up on the bed, still holding onto the black metal
frame, and slowly squatted down on my mouth, and as I licked and sucked his
hole, with him in control, he began riding my mouth more, begging me to
suck that hole and chew on it again. It was perfect, and slowly I groped my
own dripping cock, starting to jack off again. He said finally "I want that
mouth Coach!" and backed off, and knees on either side of my face, he
pushed the long cock into my mouth and leaned over. That motion thrust his
cock back in my throat, and with one hand on the bed, and another behind my
neck, he started yelling and thrusting his cock into my mouth, fucking my
throat and mouth hard as I jacked off in a frenzy.


In only minutes, with a finally bellow, he plunged his cock deep into my
throat and began pulsing loads of cum into me again, and I started shooting
cum all over the bed in a spray, a rising panic from needing to breathe
connecting with the wild tension he was making in me – legs squeezing my
head, incredibly long cock in my throat, bent over with his belly on my
face, until I reached up and slapped his ass, pushing his hips, and he
pulled out, still dripping cum in my mouth cavity as I gasped for air. He
held there, a few more shots squirting out as I licked his cock, then he
rolled over collapsing on the bed again. I was completely satiated,
drifting off into sex oblivion, holding his rough hand, when I woke with a
start, his freight train snoring right in my ear.


"Bill!" I spoke out, and he stirred, and reaching over to kiss me buried
his face in my shoulder, feeling my chest muscles. I slowly kind of "oozed"
myself out of bed, and taking the cold, wet washcloth wiped up some cum on
my belly, legs, and beard. Bill was snoring again, as I dressed up,
realizing I still had to get to Dallas, not even aware of the time of day
now. I leaned over the sexy dad, whispering in his ear I had to go. Bill
roused a bit, looking at me and grinning, "Y'all come back now, hear!" He
said, and kissed me, rolling back into the bed. I went out to my little
minicooper, sweating a bit, but decided it was a nice day to put the top
down, even though I got covered in dust leaving the ranch. As I looked in
the rear-view, I saw Bill come out, naked and gleaming in the sun, cowboy
boots on, waving as I waved back.

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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.