Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2015 11:00:19 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip Texas: Odessa

Road Trip Texas: Odessa


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Dry. I felt parched driving from Lubbock to Odessa, and to be honest I had
a bit of a sunburn from playing with Izzy out in the middle of the day -- on
my ass! I must have stopped three or four times to recharge my bottles of
water and piss, it was fun -- little gas stations along the way, it was nice
not being on big freeways for a change. Izzy texted me twice along the way,
I think we really got along incredibly well, we're still in contact thought
Lubbock is hard to get to for me, we do rendezvous in Palm Springs.
Explosive. I'll let it rest at that. As I got near Odessa, I saw the phrase
Permian Basin -- I was coming back into oil country from prairie farms, and
like a crazed Sheldon Cooper -- and I with nothing to occupy my mind I
started running through geologic eras in my mind, and reviewing features of
the Permian (and where was Permia, really -- Russia?) Era -- one land mass,
Pangea, mass extinction, until I could not get it out of my head.

I had to turn on the radio again. There was a super-convenient kind of
"Odessa Booster Club" sign as I entered the city -- small -- that told me all
about the Globe Theatre, a reproduction of Stonehenge, and other somewhat
bizarre features of the town. I loved it. Stonehenge, of course, was
smaller -- I was duly notified as I walked through it that the stones were
not as tall as the original. I thought, "If you're going to go to all the
trouble of moving 20-ton rocks around, why not go add three feet to the
height?" It mystified me. I hung out for a while, thinking that I needed to
get a new teeshirt -- besides washing clothes -- a 250lb bodybuilder walking
around in a skin-tight shirt looked more and more out-of-place, I felt more
monolithic than the rocks. I got some lunch at a diner where I noticed that
the guys running the place were, well, very gay.

Sweet and a bit fussy gay, in a way -- so gay that only a gay man would
notice; straight people would just think eccentric. I chatted with them,
and they were very Texas friendly, and I could help twitching occasionally
with my pecs flexing. I do try to keep it under control, but it was
irresistible to see Ed & Dan's faces. Then I had to see the Globe Theatre.
I thought of Umberto Eco -- "Travels in Hyperreality," since I discovered
that the original Globe Theatre in London burned down, and the reproduction
there was modeled from the reproduction here in Odessa. It's a copy of a
copy of a copy... I didn't really like the book, BTW -- I like the Madonna Inn
in California ("as though Busby Berkeley and Albert Speer had a baby"). I
don't think Eco could tell the difference between really bad taste and
"Simulacra" (as Beaudrillard wrote). Remember 'semiotics' -- it was more
than Dan Brown.

I had a very strange feeling of being at the "Teatro Olimpico" in Vincenza
by Palladio, it all seemed so teeny-weeny and cramped. I got out, and
wandered around looking at strange rabbit signs around the city, and
decided I needed to get away from people next, everything was too kitchy.
Then, check oil light comes on in my car. I went into a gas station, and
checked the oil dutifully, and put in two quarts. Now, I've not revealed
before, but I'm very absent-minded when I get focused too much on an idea,
and I started wondering if the oil I was putting in my car came from an oil
well not 100 yards away from the station, and how it all connected back to
the Permian. Naturally, when I took a piss in the gas station, I looked in
the mirror and found that my shirt was filthy from oil from my hands; as I
added oil to the car I was oblivious to putting on plastic gloves or
anything. Now I had to get a shirt.

In what has to be the best juxtaposition ever, a Wal-Mart Supercenter was
just next to the Stonehenge, so I drove back into town, heading towards
"University of Texas of the Permian Basin", and drove past the high school
stadium featured in "Friday Night Lights". Walmart, Football, Globe
Theatre, Rabbits, and Stonehenge in Odessa. I mean, what more could you
want. A tribute to Eisenstein? I walked in the store and met the greeter,
and headed towards teeshirtland. I had only been in a Wal-Mart when I was
in Tennessee taking care of my Mother when she had Alzheimer's. Other
stores went bankrupt -  kind of wiped out, and that was it. It was too big
-- disorienting. I suddenly found I was shopping for a gun -- I didn't know
there were than many kinds of guns. That's when I noticed the oil guys -- or
they noticed me.

Buying indestructible clothes (and guns), sunburnt, caps, slightly
sweaty-greasy, and staring at me -- me also sunburnt, slightly sweaty,
definitely greasy, and 250lbs of muscle bobbing around. I got the 'nod',
and cheerfully said 'Hi' as I walked by the rig workers, and they acted
stunned. I continued to stroll through the store trying to home in on the
cheapest possible teeshirts, when I bumped into more 'young dads' I call
them. I was sorting through teeshirts finally when a guy and his buddy
said, "Can I take your picture?" That was unexpected. I said "Uh, sure --
why?" "I want to be like you - your size" the first guy said, then the
second finished his sentence "When I'm your age buddy!" and each of them
posed beside me and took cameraphone pictures. I always assume everyone's
the same size as me, until they get up close. 21" arms are so much bigger
than even these guys' arms -- they weren't skinny -- but still.

"Do they have a changing room?" I asked and my new buddies didn't know, so
I risked it and took off my shirt there in the aisle, and tried on a plain
white teeshirt. I chatted away as they kind of stood mouth open, "Any good
gyms here?" as I tried to get the teeshirt back off without ripping it.
"There's a couple good ones here," Bobby began, then Luke said "in Odessa.
Come to World", "Cool, I like that chain." I said, trying on a tank top
this time. "Man, what do you weigh?" Bobby asked, the younger one, he
looked about 22-23. "Two-Fifty on a good day." I said, trying to get the
tank-top off now, which was going to be impossible. Another dad was there
with what looked like an eight-year-old watching. I ripped the bottom seam,
unfortunately, "Oops" I said tucking the shirt back in its plastic bag. I
found some shirts with lycra in them (thank god) but only white, and put on
one. Success. And guys in hunting gear watching.

"Are you that guy from American Chopper?" one asked. "Just a Daddy," I said
shaking my head, then realizing I wasn't a Daddy, I was what looked like a
fantasy Dad and thought about Stonehenge being a simulation of Stonehenge.
I put on my greasy grey shirt (and in tune with feeling distracted,
immediately thought of Kipling's "great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River,
all set about with fever-trees",) and shook hands -- so friendly! -- and
wandered back to checkout, with Bobby and Luke walking behind me like
puppies. They talked with themselves to one side, then as I walked back
out, they came out after me and came up to me at my car. I felt stalked! I
grinned, and said "What's up?" and Luke said they wanted to take me to work
out at their gym with them. Bobby really couldn't get over staring me for
some reason, and I suddenly had the feeling that there were no women at
this Wal-Mart at all, or in Odessa.

"Sure Guys," I said, and held my hand out, slapped his in a shake, then
Luke's, and said I'd be there 'round 5. Both of them had the biggest grin
again, hands on hips, feet sliding on the ground nervously. Not wanting to
waste the opportunity, I shucked off my grey (greasy) shirt again, and put
on a clean white one, and undid my pants to stretch the shirt corners under
my underwear, then buttoned up again, buckling. Those guys, heart attack.
It was 3pm now, I felt good, drove back to the diner for coffee and a
snack, and some Creatine, talking to Ed and Dan. I guess I was just after
1st shift, because the diner was empty at lunch, but like Wal-Mart, around
3:30 guys were coming in. I told them about my day as they hovered over me,
and I told them about my Texas trip, a bit. Now these two guys were
popular, I've never seem more big affection given by roughnecks, every guy
patted them, or gave a hug, and Ed and Dan introduced guys to me.

Something was going on, and I couldn't put my finger on it. After coffee,
more iced tea, and an incredibly sweet cake, I went to the bathroom, and
had the aha moment -- glory holes, and big ones. Daddy! I pissed and came
back out, it was about time for the gym, and now I realized that Ed and Dan
were kind of tag-teaming each other, disappearing now and then for 15
minutes. Hmm! I headed to the gym, and there were Luke and Bobby, waiting
out front patiently. I had the strange feeling that I could have told them
to do virtually anything, and they'd do it on the spot. They were really
sweet. I didn't pay for entrance, and they first proudly gave me a tour of
the gym, and then took me to the locker room. I was having an even more
unnerving feeling that there were no women in Odessa, but well, that's an
oil town. I took my clothes off to underwear, and the guys were very
carefully undressing, but eyes glancing sideways like crazy, watching me.

I put on my skintight pants, tiny tank-top, and then reaching in my pants
adjusted my cock and balls - they were being squashed. Luke gasped, looking
away. It was getting comical. It was deltoid day for me, with abs, and the
two men followed me around again. They kept talking to others at the gym,
then shyly introducing them to me, it was like being a celebrity. The two
guys kept finishing each other's sentences. And, I'll tell you, the pump
you get is vastly improved with two spotters helping you with negatives. I
also kept touching them to correct their workout, and at first they were
jumpy, but they seemed to get to like a firm hand guiding them. I told them
raunchy jokes the entire time, keeping them in a good mood up to the end.
Bobby said to Luke, "Look at that!" when I did my final front-raises. All
the muscles pop out in high definition, and you can see fine striation in
the shoulders.

More than Luke and Bobby were watching but I'm of course chattering away as
though nothing was happening, and helped Luke and Bobby work along with me,
until they were really in pain from the workout burn. We headed to the
locker room, and they boys came in after me. Stripping off my shorts and
tank, I did some posing in the mirror, to see what they would do. Bobby
stripped off his shirt -- he was pretty furry for a guy so young. He had a
beautiful red-brown hair thing going, nice beard too. Luke was trying for a
beard but it was patchy,  he had a smooth, hot chunky body. They posed with
me, almost touching me but not quite, asking about the mandatories. I told
them it's better if they take off their baggy (incredibly ugly) trousers
too, and showed them how to hold their legs to the side, or one out front,
to increase the optical width and mass even during a shoulder or chest
pose.

Baggy white shorts, not pretty, but I could see their hairy legs. And I
simply put hands on them to correct their poses, which triggered the
inevitable. Both of them were getting boners, blushing, and getting
flustered, so I made fun of it -- "you know Luke," I began (he had the
biggest basket) "there's a special wood they have in locker rooms." Luke
looked curious for a moment, "Really?" "Yeah," I responded, "Peckerwood!"
and I squeezed his big balls. Bobby turned bright red, laughing, and Luke
blushed, and then lost it laughing, but getting harder. More guys came in
to clean up, and carefully put towels around their waist and pulled
underwear off underneath the towel. Of course, I took off my underwear,
half-hard cock bouncing around, and looked for my towel. Bobby and Luke at
this point gave up looking sideways, and just stared at my cock as I
scratched my balls (well, they were itchy).

I put a towel over my shoulder and went and took a shower, then dried off
back at the bench, Bobby and Luke, and a few other guys, just staring.
"Your, your bottom part looks sunburned!" Luke finally said, and I dropped
the nuclear bomb. "Well," I said, leaning down confidentially, "That's what
you get for fucking a bear guy out in the sun yesterday. Damn hot!" Time
came to a stop, he other guys in the room, continued their routine, but
Luke just sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Bobby blushed
down to his chest. "But it'll be ok, that was a nice cool shower," I
continued, then looped the towel around my waist, and popped a
double-biceps in the mirror for a second, watching Luke and Bobby whisper
to each other. We all put our clothes on in silence, and I thought I had
taken it too far, but Bobby and Luke said, "Daddy Joe, can we talk in the
lobby?" I said sure as the guys zoomed out.

I met them in the front, getting my inevitable muscle milk and thinking
about dinner. Bobby started, "Daddy Joe," he began, blushing, "You been
nice as hell to us showing us your workout and letting us hang out." Luke
nodded solemnly, "We want to take you to dinner," then Bobby said "But we
don't know how to take you to a place to do gay." I thought that was an
interesting idea. "Do Gay?" I asked. Bobby continued, "You're gay right,"
then Luke: "You like naked guys." I put my hands on their wide backs and
leaned down. "Guys, you know Lady Gaga?" "Yeah," they both said, looking
confused. "She was in Dallas, in a restaurant, and flirting with the
waiter. He said 'Miss Gaga how would you like your coffee?' and she said,
'I like my coffee like I like my men.' The waiter said, 'Honey, we ain't
got no gay coffee.'" Luke and Bobby stared at me after that hoary joke, and
burst out laughing again, breaking the tension. "I'm happy to go wherever
you want, don't worry about me."

Luke and Bobby looked at each other. There was something more than
friendship. They talked for a bit and "Permian Basin" popped in my head
again, and I began thinking about "Permafrost", and "Permanent", and then
"Perm", and realized why the I didn't like the word "Permian" when Luke and
Bobby started talking together, and got me agree to a good Odessa
restaurant. They were so relieved I was ok with it, I decided they must be
more like 20 or 21 years old, the fur made them look older, very sweet
guys. The routine was now to follow them to dinner, then they would take me
out to a cowboy bar, but I hesitated. I still didn't have a room for the
night, so they agreed to follow me to a motel where I could check in and
drop my stuff. My god, they carried my bag from the car for me to the
hotel, and I got in a nice room, and they kind of stood there as I shaved
and got ready for dinner. "Do Gay," I thought.

"What do you mean 'Do Gay'" I asked, and the boys looked at me
uncomfortably, "You know" from Luke, "What gay guys like" from Bobby. "And
what is that exactly," I said, grinning. Bobby and Luke looked at each
other as I finished up shaving my neck, and said "Getting naked?" I said,
"We were naked at the locker room." "Uh, jacking off?" I looked at them
trying to find a nice polo shirt. "Don't tell me you guys have never jacked
off together." "Oh sure," Luke said, Bobby turning bright red, but Bobby
popped in, "But you don't date girls and stuff." I downgraded them to about
14 years old at this point, but I had to remind myself I was in the middle
of the Texas Panhandle. "Date girls" I thought. "You guys have
girlfriends?" I asked, shoes and pants sliding off. "Uh, no." Bobby said. I
stood there in front of them in my shorts, "You don't want to jack off now,
do you? I get horny after the gym."

Bobby, surprising me, rubbed the front of his pants, "I have some straight
porn we can watch." That did the trick. The guys sat on the couch as I
flipped the computer open, and they pulled down their pants, rubbing their
underwear. This was very bizarre to me, but I put on something very trashy
from xtube, and they pulled down their underwear. Luke, as I thought, had a
nice big cock, which was very hard, standing straight up, and Bobby's was
thick, bright reddish-brown hair, both uncut. Bobby hid his cock with his
hand slightly, but as the video came on, and I sat in a chair by them, they
began stroking very coyly. I took my shirt off, and slid my underwear down
as the guys watched, breathless, and I flexed my quads. "Bobby, you're
really hairy, can I feel?" I asked, and he kind of made a gurgling sound, I
took for a yes. I stood up, and putting a hand under his arm got him to
stand, and Luke popped up right beside him.

I felt Bobby's cock, squeezing it and popping his foreskin back, noticing
that the video had stopped. I continued to slide his foreskin back and
forth, "It's really hairy, you're a real bear aren't you." Bobby and Luke
mumbled something, and I reached over to Luke's nice cock, "Look how long
he is." I put his cock against mine, about the same length, sliding my
shaft against his. I continued jacking the guys off, and said, "My cock's
lonely." Bobby and Luke both grabbed my cock, and started jerking it
roughly, and I said, "Bobby, look at me." He looked up, "Come closer." He
leaned over, closer, and started breathing hard, and I leaned over and
kissed him. He froze, but didn't pull away, and I said "Luke, here." Luke
leaned over and kissed me, surprising me, and I squeezed and jacked both
their cocks. "Guys, feel my shoulders." They reached out with free hands,
and started squeezing my delts as I flexed them, muscles dancing under
their hands and Luke said, "Hold on Daddy Joe!"

I dropped his cock as a few clear drops of almost-cum dropped out, and I
told them to sit down. They did so, and I got their shoes off, pulling
their pants off, and told them to take their shirts off. Two beautiful men
sat there, big eyes, waiting to be told what to do, delicious. I sat back
down, and said "Guys, stand in front of me." They jumped up, as I took hold
of their cocks again, and started jacking them, and then I leaned over,
kissing the head of Luke's cock, and licked the tip lightly. It was sweaty
salty, but fresh, and I slid the smooth head against my lips back and forth
as Luke shuddered and groaned. Same for Bobby, but I put the head of his
cock in my mouth, and sucked on it for a second, listening to his "Ugh uh,
uHHHH" as I rolled my tongue around. His cock was steel hard, and I could
get a good suck going, up and down the shaft, savoring it. "Luke, kiss
Bobby."

I squeezed both their cocks, and they started shaking slightly, "Go on
boys, like I kissed you. I'm telling you now, go on. It's OK to kiss."
Bobby closed his eyes and Luke leaned over, kissing him on the lips, then
Bobby gasped, and his cock started shooting cum like a lawn sprinkler all
over the fucking place. He let out a wail, and I got the juicy head of his
cock in my mouth, feeling squirty after squirt shooting around inside my
mouth. Immediately I was sucking down that river of cum as I saw him grab
Luke's hand. Luke, of course was ready to pop anyway. I finished up my
protein meal from Bobby as I squeezed Luke's responsive cock, making a
circle with my thumb and forefinger. I grasped it at the base, and slowly
pulled to the very tip, pulling a little of the foreskin out which I pushed
my thumb into, making him shake again.

With a few more strokes, he was cumming for me, giving me another huge
drink of juice, spurt after spurt in my mouth while they squeezed each
other closer, and kissed again. Bobby turned into a board, every muscle
contracted as I milked him, "S-S-Sensitive Daddy Joe," he hissed, so I
rubbed my thumb over his wet cockhead, making it of course worse. Same
treatment for Luke, and they started thrusting hips like they had a big
hinge in their ass, shaking and wailing. I relented, seeing their arms
around each other's waist, and told them to sit back on the couch. Bang!
They really did what they were told to do. I sat on the edge of my chair as
they caught their breath, and said "Sit here on my legs guys." They jumped
up, and with Luke on my left leg, Bobby on my right. I put my arms around
them, stroking their hard muscled bodies, feeling their fur -- tickling my
hand on Bobby - as I hugged and squeezed them, "How was that?"

They both leaned down, and hugged me harder, head on my shoulder, "Aww,
now! It wasn't so bad was it?" -- Both guys nodded no, Luke began "It was
amazing. It felt," Bobby continued, "It felt right Sir. Can we do it
again?" Music to my ears. I dragged them to the bed on the other side of
the room, where we lay together -- more like me on the bed and both of them
on top. They got crazy kissing me and feeling me, pecs and kisses all over
my face while they rubbed all my muscles roughly, firmly, and excitedly.
They were jacking off as they did so around the bed as I lay for a moment.
Bobby and Luke jacked off together in front of me, kissing and hugging, and
I made Bobby lay down with Luke on top of him. I spread Luke's legs, and
they both got incredibly nervous, chattering, then I kissed Luke's ass,
scratching his cheeks with my beard, and quickly, before he was aware,
licked his asshole.

He dropped on Bobby hard enough to knock the breath out of Bobby, "What was
that!" I he yelled, flipping over. I pulled Bobby to the side of the bed by
his legs, and twisted them flipping him over, and said "It was this!" and I
started kissing his ass, while Luke looked on, shocked, and then before
Bobby could do anything, pulled his cheeks apart and licked his asshole
too. Very VERY furry! Bobby jumped away from me, and both men looked
startled, confused, pleased, surprised maybe. I pulled Luke back over, and
on his back, he watched quietly as I pushed his legs forward, giving me
access to his ass, and Bobby was jacking off now furiously as I leaned down
and started licking Luke's asshole. "Bobby, jack me off!" Luke begged, and
Bobby jacked both of them as Luke moaned and went crazy. I was sucking and
licking his lightly furred hole, then with a wet finger touched and circled
his ass lips.

Luke was shuddering and groaning now, when Bobby wasn't kissing him, and he
came again as Bobby was whacking away at his long shaft. Bobby immediately
flopped on his back, his hands holding his knees back as Luke did, "Do me
Daddy Joe!" and I pulled him towards me, and buried my face in that amazing
furry crack licking and sucking him as Luke kissed and jacked off his
friend. His hole was hard to get to, he had big hard ass cheeks, but I dug
in, and started sucking on his ass lips as he let out a deep groaning wail.
I pushed a wet finger in slightly, feeling him shudder, and he told Luke,
"Squeeze harder, I'm gonna cum!" I pushed my wet finger deep into his anus
all at once as he began yelling, Luke suddenly stopping it with his kisses
and another sprinkler fountain of cum flew out of his cock all over my face
and Luke's hand and arm. "Oh, Oh my goodness!" he finally said, Luke
leaning back, "That felt, that was..." and Luke continued, "But it's not
dirty?" "No not at all."

Luke circled around the bed, looking at Bobby's asshole, and I told him to
touch it. He reached out, and touched it like it was a pit viper, or would
explode, then I took his hand, and bend his finger and pushed it in his
mouth, as he looked horrified, then suddenly blank. "It don't taste like
nothing," he said, and rubbed Bobby's asshole this time a little harder.
Bobby jerked back, "Oh," and pulled back, "That feels so," "Funny" Luke
said. "Luke," I began, seeing the two guys snuggle closer, kiss Bobby's
peckerwood. That was kind of the final straw, Luke gyrated around on the
bed so Bobby's cock was facing him. He took it carefully in his hand, and
pulled the hardening meat to his lips, and kissed the tip. He opened his
mouth very wide and put it in, just sort of laying it inside. "Luke, honey,
suck it. Don't put it to bed." Luck closed his lips around Bobby's cock and
moved his head slightly, clearly frightened in the new sexual territory.

Bobby however was bolder, and simply grasped Luke's long one and pulled it
to his face, and started making loud slurping sounds. The boys were
descending into a kind of sexual oblivion with each other as I watched,
desperately trying to make each other happy, patting bodies gently, sucking
on the cock, and occasionally looking at each other. I was kind of a third
wheel, and went in the bathroom to clean up. I had decided to leave the two
alone and go back to Ed and Dan's for dinner. I took my time, and when I
came out, they were both still at it, quickly getting better at sucking. I
stroked Bobby's head and he looked up at me, smiling, cheeks wet with spit
and sweat, his beard wet, Luke's fat drooling cock in his hand. "Guys," I
began, "I gotta eat, let me tell you what to do." I told them to stay in
the room and play for a while, and if they got tired of cumming, meet me at
Ed and Dan's and they could get some real food.

They nodded, eyes big, and as I approached the motel door, I heard the
moaning and slurping start again. Honeymoon. I got to Ed and Dan's diner
around (I can't remember the name) 9pm or later I think, not realizing how
long I had played with the boys. The diner was a little dead, and I had a
nice clean dinner -- careful to tell them to tone down the carbs and salt,
and left room to enjoy a few beers. I was getting ready to leave when Dan
told me to wait a little while, I might like the shift crowd coming in at
11. I realized I had to wait for Luke and Bobby, so I relaxed, and had
another beer and talked to the guys more about Odessa. Around 11.15 then
guys came in, as they had at 3pm. Big oil roughneck kind of guys, "Permian
basin" kind of guys -- that damn word bounced around in my head all evening.
I decided it sounded much better to think of the men coming in as "Permen"
-- like "Mermen", only sexier.

I kept seeing guys go into the bathroom and simply disappear, so I decided
-- beers add up -- to go in and see for myself. Ok, guys -- there were no shy
men. From the moment you walked in, there was a big daddy getting sucked
off by another man in a stall -- door not even closed. I don't know why I
worried about glory holes! Really hot big bluecollar Texas guys, shocking
really. I was pissing away with some sidling up to me by the urinal,
looking over at my meat, and muttering to each other, staring at my
shoulders. I stood back slightly, stroking my dick in the age-old way men
show off to each other, and finally one latin-looking guy put his cap on
backwards and squatted down in front of me. I love a trained cocksucker.
This guy took hold of my cock at the base, and started kissing and licking
the head, squeezing gently, then popped the head into his mouth. A few guys
around us dropped trousers and pulled out all sorts of meat -- thick &
average, long & short, and were jacking away.

I took my shirt off and tucked it in my back pocket, and then undid my belt
so I could drop my trousers and get my underwear down. My sucker loved it --
reaching with a hand to squeeze my ass and push me closer. He had been
inching down on my shaft, slurping and enjoying it, head bobbing slightly
as I felt my cock electrified by the vacuum in his mouth. He got further
and further in, when I felt the fairly sensitive head of my cock hit his
throat. He grunted, and adjusted his cap again, and holding onto my thighs,
pushed his face down on my cock, grunting, until my cock hit his larynx and
extinguished all sound. The crowd murmured, jacking off more quickly, and
my sucker paused, gagged slightly, but then pushed his face all the way to
the base, lips locked against my groin. "Fuck, that's gotta taste good,"
one guy groaned, and spread his legs, squirting cum on the tile floor.

My sucker was doing wonderful things with his throat, and he pulled back
slightly, popping my cock out of his throat hole, then back in, back and
forth -- you could see a little twich to his head each time his throat
resisted, then my cock shoved in. I reached out to a furry short cock to my
side and started pulling on it, attached to a beautiful furry guy with a
nice belly, and likewise to my left with a tall rangy guy, nice long thin
cock, beautiful dark brown skin. I was enjoying jacking them as I felt
someone stroking my chest and nipples. Quite a scene was developing with
more guys circling around, and I realized that I still hadn't cum since
Bobby and Luke! My legs shook slightly with some amazing sucking and tongue
action by the guy kneeling in front of me who was really going to town --
grunting and slobbering on my cock, deepthroating over and over forcefully.

Suddenly my right hand was full of cum from the furry guy as he bucked and
groaned, not squirting but definitely streaming a flood of hot white sperm
which covered his cock and got in his pubes. That really pushed me over a
bit, and I grunted out "here it cums stud", and with that, he again pushed
his face on my cock, lips against my groin, and began swallowing -- throat
muscles milking the head of my cock. The good old fucking cum feeling rose
in my balls and groin, and before I knew it, I was shaking and
uncontrollably fucking against his face, pumping my own hot cum right down
his throat into his belly. "Thass it Daddy", my guy on the left said, and
as I jerked him harder, his snaky cock hardened, and he blurted out an "Oh
LORD". His thin cum started spewing out all over the guy in front of me who
was beginning to retch on my still shooting cock, and sperm flipped all
over the floor, him, and my legs.

And he didn't stop! He held onto my shoulder as I continued to milk him,
and another guy or two behind my sucker lost it on the floor. Slowly,
slowly my sucker pulled back, and then holding my cock, worked to milk the
last spermy drops out, licking the tip as I shuddered and guys started
walking away. He hadn't even jacked off! I held onto the urinal for a
moment, catching my breath, and then put my shirt back on, pulling pants up
and realizing I smelled like a sperm factory. Guys patted me on the back on
the way out, nodding to me, and back at my table, Dan laughed at me, "that
was a long piss!" he said. "Yeah, it came out white in the end." "Oh my!"
and some guys laughed. I sat back down, and ordered a big dessert and more
water and ice tea, and the restaurant continued to fill with big bulky
guys, some bearded, some not, all sorts of different looks. Dan talked to
many of them, and looked back at me, and I felt like the next menu item to
the Permen. Then he walked in, my twin.

Looked a lot like me, huge shoulders and meaty frame, white-blond beard,
blue eyes, small waist, and as he walked by, we locked eyes. I knew we were
going to play. Just knew it. Dan sat him behind me, and "Pete" leaned back
to say "Hell, I thought I was big!" I laughed and put my hand out to shake,
when two more smaller Pete's sat down beside him, sons, or buddies, or
something. I was instantly horny shaking his big hand, and decided I needed
to take another piss after I heard them order. As I headed towards the
bathroom a few guys jumped up and headed behind me. I went down the hall,
in the room, unbuttoned and started pissing again when Pete showed up right
beside me, "You look familiar." I told him to look in a mirror, which he
did, laughing. He looked down over the partition, "Yep, big all over." He
said, stepping back himself.

He wasn't pissing -- he was getting a beautiful meaty cock to stand straight
out from his worn-out jeans. I stepped back further, and reached over to
stroke his shaft -- hot, nice mushroom head, and cut. He undid his belt,
very comfortable with the men around us who had started jacking off, and
slid his pants and jock down, and I saw that huge furry ass come out --
blond-brown fur! "Ohhh," I moaned, and pausing his jacking stroked his
bubble ass, "You've got me beat there!" Pete grinned, and turned slightly,
backing his ass up against my cock. Talk about a clear signal. I crouched
down, jacking off, and buried my face in his ass. I licked and licked the
fir, which sprang into tiny wet curls, and wormed my way to his hot
inferno-like asshole. He was sweaty from a day of work, and it smelled
great as I rimmed and got his asslips almost between my teeth.

I suddenly felt a tiny bit crushed with the guys around us, so I turned
Pete around, and reached back up between his legs, impaling him on my wet
middle finger. Pete loved it, and presented me with a pearl of precum on
his thick cock. I licked it off, pressing his fat cockhead into my mouth.
He was so hairy, it was like a bowl of fur in his crotch with a nice fat 6"
cock right in the center. I pressed his cock further into my mouth, filling
it easily, my face engulfed in all his fur, sucking away and jacking
myself, working his hole. "Pa" I heard, and looked up -- one of the guys
with him was at the door, cock out, and unworking his belt. Pete bent
further over, his massive furry belly pressed on his face as I was
surrounded by his flesh -- cock in my mouth, balls on my chin, thighs on
either side of my face, and his belly on top, and I felt like I couldn't
control my orgasm at all at this point -- it was an amazing feeling.

I sucked and bobbed my head into him when I felt my hand pulled away, so I
pulled on his balls as I felt a shaft slide into his ass -- a big mushroom
head, and veiny rod. His Son! "Toby", Pete said, "go easy!" Well, that
didn't work and I felt Pete's cock rammed deep into my mouth over and over
as Toby shoved his father forward against me. I wondered if it really was
his son when I heard "Daddy Joe", and looking back, there was Bobby! He was
jacking off watching me, and I continued my suck, feeling people pull
against me as Bobby made his way over, aggressively. Bobby leaned down,
jacking his cock, and felt the cock in my mouth, my beard, my muscles under
my shirt, in awe. Not a moment later, of course, Luke was there also,
feeling me up as others tried also, and I was getting a bit shoved around
with the crowd. I pulled on Pete's balls harder, and realized that he was
going to cum soon as I felt them pull up. So was I!

I began grunting, and the moment I tasted Pete's cum -- he was an creamer,
not a jetter -- fill my mouth, my own cock began jets of sperm all over the
slimy floor. Luke was beside me now, brazenly sucking Bobby's cock, and
doing a good job (after three hours of practice!) I heard Toby grunt and
catch his breath, and slam one more time in his Pa, and we all stood there,
as he pumped Pete's ass full of his cum. It was amazing as I reached up and
felt the shaft in his dad, who was bent completely over, holding onto the
urinals. I reached up and felt Bobby's huge cumfilled balls, and he
whimpered "Daddy", and that was it for him too. "Show me Luke," I said,
"open that mouth." Luke opened his mouth with Bobby's furry cock laying on
his tongue, and not a moment later Bobby's balls pulled tight and he began
shooting jet after jet of cum on Luke's mouth and face, the men around us
all going crazy to cum now.

I was really getting crushed, and as Bobby finished, I reached up to try to
pull myself up. Pete put a meaty hand under my armpit, pulling me up as he
straightened up, and I stood, shaking myself and rubbing a little as the
crowd moved back. Pete leaned over to kiss, but at the last minute veered
to one side, and put his cheek on mine patting my back. Bobby and Luke were
staring at me with big eyes as I rinsed in a sink nearby, and stomped back
to the table, Ed and Dan smirking. It was all a hell of a lot of fun, but I
wanted to get out of the crowd of Permen, as sexy as they were. Luke and
Bobby finished eating and finishing each-other's sentences, and around
12:30 am the place was clearing, and I told the boys "Goodbye," and we
exchanged numbers. I squeezed Pete's shoulders behind me as his son looked
on hungrily, and I leaned down. "That your real boy?" I asked, and Pete
grinned. "That yours?" I drove past the fake Stonehenge and the movie
version of a High School sports stadium back to my motel, thinking I need
to get out to "real nature!"


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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.