Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2015 23:11:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip Texas: Pine Spring

Road Trip Texas: Volume 3

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changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some
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events and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to
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I woke up that morning (slept in a bit late) in my Motel, and thought my
next destination, El Paso, was much larger than Odessa, and maybe I needed
a break from lots of people to clear my head. I was still enormously amused
by the fake Stonehenge. I decided I wanted to go hiking. Instead of heading
west on the I-10, I headed up a bit, and after breakfast in a cute town
called "Kermit" (how can you resist) along with getting a lot of water and
some easy to carry food, and a small insulated bag. Apparently I was not
the only hiker to go through the area. I drove on up to Pine Springs, to
spend a day hiking in the Guadeloupe Mountains. You know, even though it
was July, with the elevation once I got there (though extremely dry) it
wasn't searing hot. I realized I was not going to stay there – there were
no hotels as such – and I nosed around the nature center, and decided to
try what seemed like an easy trail, the "Devil's Hall".


There was one person at the nature center, and other than that, nothing,
one car. Absolutely nothing. I was prepared for great day alone. I started
along the trail, which was absolutely beautiful, and pretty easy. I carried
along my gym bag – emptied, but for a few bottles of water and lunch, and
some shorts. As I went along the trail – there are stunning layers and
layers of rock, reminding me a bit of the Grand Canyon, but arrange like
stairsteps. Since there were no people around, and being in a canyon it
wasn't too bad for sunshine I took off my clothes, and put them in my
little bag, and put on my short-shorts. I continued hiking along the trail,
listening to the echo of my walking, and the spring (yes, Pine Spring was
realistically named), and wind.


When I was a kid, I grew up in the Appalachian mountain area, and I took a
lot of hikes in East Tennessee to get away from my crazy family, and being
12-13 at the time, I also took advantage of being alone to jack off
surrounded by nature. I find the outdoors very sexy. It was a wonderful
day, and after a while, I actually hit the end of the trail, which had
snaked along the spring. I sat on the strange rock formations by the
spring, and ate my tuna salad sandwiches, wondering if I should drink the
spring water, but decided against. I remember a sign "water is for the
animals". Oh, slightly sleepy after food, and I thought again of hiking
when I was a kid, and I kid you not, I got a hardon. I hadn't jacked off by
myself for a long, long time in such a situation, and I got excited. I
listened to make sure there was no sound of walking, and then took my
shorts off.


My cock popped out, and I took a hard look at it. I'm cut, but they didn't
do a good job, so some people think I'm uncut, others think I'm cut, and
there is a tiny "tag" of flesh if I push the skin up towards the tip, that
looks swollen. I liked my finger and ran it around the rim of my cock,
which drives me crazy. It was an exciting, almost unpleasant electric
sensation, then I let my fingernail just trace under the rim, along the
very-sensitive flesh, what's left covered by my partial circumcision. I
then wet my finger again, and stroked just under the tip of my cock, where
all the curves meat, just under the pisshole, and shivered – all the hair
on my legs and arms stood on end, making me look a bit like a blond woolly
ape. I continued stroking right there, my cock getting redder and harder,
blood pumping into the head getting it very plump and darker pink.


I started stroking along the shaft, from near my balls, to the tip, very
slowly, almost excruciatingly, enjoying every moment in the warm breeze, in
the shade of the canyon wall. I took my fingers and held onto the tip,
pushing down and pulling back and rotating them, just playing with the head
and my cock starting to lubricate itself with the precum a bit, which I
smeared over the head. I held my four fingers together like holding a
lightbulb, and pushed further down the head on the shaft, stroking along
the whole length now like a fleshlight, sort of. Slowly, slowly, with more
breezes playing over my cock and balls, my legs, and slightly sunburnt
(still) shoulders. I actually felt my nipples crinkle a bit as I continued
stroking, now just holding my hand palm up, gently stroking the length of
the shaft hand-open along the bottom. I took a selfie of my cock at that
point, it looked so big and juicy and swollen, something to post at some
point really.


I held my hand out for a moment, and with my thumb at the base of my cock,
my pinky did not reach the tip, a little over 8" I think. Palm down, I
stroked the top of my cock, and suddenly realized a new sensation, as my
slightly rough palm touched the upper edge of my cockhead, and dragging it
slightly and feeling incredible. I went on like that for minutes, enjoying
alternating gently teasing the top and the bottom, then I found another new
surprise. I was stroking my cock, and felt something, a bug, on my right
shoulder, and reached with my left hand to swat it off. I really felt my
deltoid at that moment, while I was stroking, and it felt HUGE. My pec was
squeezed a bit as I reach over, also, and I felt that hard muscle pulling
sensation – I have to tell you, it didn't feel like that when I was a
teenager. I was actually shocked, I think I heard myself gasp.


I reached down and felt my huge calves as I stroked, and flexed them in my
hand, which got me very excited, and I had to sloooow down stroking. I
stroked with my left hand a bit at the tip of my cock, very tiny motions as
I filled my right hand with my muscles – pecs and delt, feeling my left
biceps – my hand was tingling, it was so exciting to feel a huge, really
huge bicep muscle in my hand, flexing. Astonishing, I had never done this
in the 35 years of bodybuilding I did, feel myself up while jacking off,
and it was sensational. I paused for a moment, looking at my very swollen
cock, and wanted it more swollen. I paused, squeezing my muscles so my cock
would stand up and not get sanded on the rock – and got a rubber cockring
out of my little hiking bag (I'm always prepared). I stretched it, and got
my balls through it, then sort of maneuvered my cock into it – while hard,
I'm still pretty limber.


It snapped tight around the base of my balls and cock, and as I licked my
fingers and stroked my cock more, my shaft turned a light pinkish, then
darker red, and the head of my cock swelled up even more as though I had a
vacuum pump on. It was also very sensitive! I squeezed out a drop of precum
and licked it up, salty, and looped my forefinger and thumb around my cock,
just behind the cockhead, and began a twisting motion. Aaaugh! My right leg
twitched and kicked for a moment – I'm all wired to my cock – and grunting
now, I continued torturing myself. I grasped my cockshaft firmly in my hand
now, super-sensitive, and continued stroking, then licked my left fingers,
and spreading my thick legs, started rubbing a tiny bit against my asshole,
just tickling it.


Sensational, I didn't feel like pushing in, but I just traced around and
around the hole with a wet finger. I continued jacking, getting slower and
slower with my strokes, then just with my right first finger, wet, stroked
again under the tip of my cock, which had become so sensitive and engorged
with blood I could barely touch it. I jumped suddenly – there was a burst
of sound through some trees, and I saw a deer walk by. If you're in a
wilderness, you get wilderness. The deer saw me and ran off, as surprised
as I was, and I continued stroking and jacking myself, feeling more and
more pressure and tension build up in my groin. I stared at my purplish
cock now, thinking it wasn't a bad cock at all, and started rubbing my
muscles again with my left hand, stroking my nipples now and then.


This was not going to last much longer, when I suddenly thought of sucking
myself when I was a kid. I had just eaten, so I couldn't really bend over
with a full stomach, but lay flat, and threw my legs up over my head as a I
tried, and searing pain went through my back – don't grind your spine into
a rock trying to suck yourself. Not good. I gingerly let myself down, and
resumed stroking, feeling closer and closer to cumming, so I stood up, and
flexed my abs, and my ass, and feeling like I was going to explode after
almost an hour of stroking, I shivered and then the pressure in my groin
focused in my cock, and an electric sensation of cum started in my balls
and it literally felt like it shot out my cock.


With my cockring on I didn't shoot a long stream, but spurted huge globs of
creamy white cum into my hand as I continued with the most intense rubbing
around the rim of my cock had, then along the full shaft, closing my eyes
in the hot breezes to enjoy every instant of the sensations that grated
through my body. Cum plopped wetly on the rock, as I realized I didn't want
to stop even as my cock grew unbearably sensitive. More wet cum plopped and
streamed on the rock, as my orgasm slowly, slowly subsided, and I was left
holding my still-hard cock, staring at the stream and the trees, then
looking down and feeling just a teeny weeny bit sleepy. My mind was blank,
no plans, no obligations, just completely integrated in the landscape, and
I lay back on the rock (ouch, back still bad) and found a comfortable
hollow and fell asleep for a moment.


Hot. My foot felt hot, and I looked down and the sun had shifted, and my
right leg and foot were in the sun. I was naked, the cum crusted on my cock
and hand in the dry air, so I used some of my water and washed off, and put
my shorts back on. I wandered back along the trail to the main park area,
and when I saw the first signs near it, I stopped to put my clothes back
on. I looked at a trail map – you have to imagine, it's only the early
afternoon now, and I had nowhere to stay, and I looked carefully and
decided to try to get up to the top of Guadeloupe Peak. I did find some
vending machines at the Nature center, and got a few more bottles of water,
and used the restroom, I wasn't sure I should piss on the previous trail,
but cum was not a problem. Then I started towards the Peak. Now, I'll tell
you something.


With big bodybuilder legs, walking for an hour is nothing, along slightly
sloping, gentle, not-difficult trails that I started with. Guadeloupe Peak,
about 8500feet, is not a stroll. It started out easy enough, but an hour
into the walk I realized my legs were pumped. I stopped to take my clothes
off and put on shorts again, and looked at my quads and calves carefully,
and they were rock-hard. Like, really hard, veins were bulging. It was not
a difficult hike, but I just became stiffer and stiffer, as though I had a
really intense workout, and I went slower and slower unfortunately. I was
also in the sun, more on this trail, so I just stopped more frequently. It
occurred to me I could have been listening to music with my headset, but,
you know, it was wonderful in the natural silence, and it was dead silent
along this path, except for my feet crunching gravel.


In the 80's I used to go hiking, when I lived in LA, up in Yosemite each
spring, White Wolf lodge. Believe me there, are some good stories from that
time, but even at Yosemite, most of the hikes were fairly benign. Higher
and higher, more spectacular scenery, and really unpleasantly unmaintained
bare rock trails that sloped down into abyssal drops. And I kept hearing
more noise, but suddenly as I went over a teeny weeny bridge. This was not
going to work going back down at night. Shit. I walked through what looked
like an abandoned campground and then kept going up up up, until, sun at
the horizon, I found a pyramid that marked the peak. Thank god! I was very
nervous now about getting down, and zoomed at sunset back to the camp area,
thinking what I would do. My remaining food disappeared quickly, and I
heard some rocks crunch in the distance. I paid no attention.


I was surrounded by some human-made piles of rock and wood, and as the wind
rose a bit, I decided I was tired, I could sleep there, and go back down in
the morning. My body was dead tired, and it was nearing 9pm. It was also
getting windy and cooler –thank god – and I hoped it wouldn't get too cold
at night, but it was July. I cleared away small rocks and simply lay on the
ground, with my rolled up clothes under my head and neck, and I swear, I
was asleep in that black silence in seconds. Then I was awake. I don't know
how late it was, but the stars were incredible overhead, velvety against
the deep black sky, and you literally saw nothing else around, and the moon
what I recall as "gibbous" – you could really see the grey seas on the
surface. Something was crawling on me, and I squinted and saw a scorpion
sort of silhouetted against my pale skin.


Well. I yelled out a "whoa" which was lost in the big country around me,
and flicked him away, wondering if it was smart to be cozied up against
rocks. I had to piss, and I wandered around the area a little bit wondering
if there was an obvious place to do it. It felt wonderful in the dark like
that, and I took off my shorts and just stood shivering a tiny bit in the
cool breeze, when I heard a step. I thought, oh! And stepped back into the
shadows, and I saw a guy step out into the clearing where I had been. He
was well-built, shirtless, shorts on, and boots – he had a cap that I could
make out an insignia on – and had a beautiful furry chest in the moonlight,
sinewy muscles. And, I sighed out loud, a big beard. He looked my way
sharply, and I realized I was stark naked, and my clothes were back over
across the clearing.


"Who's there?" He asked, walking my way. "Everything OK?" I didn't know
what to do, so I said "Uh, Hold on, I went to take a piss. I'm kind of au
naturel." I stepped into the moonlight. His face was in a shadow, but I saw
his eyes glitter slightly. He didn't say anything, and as I got closer I
saw some sort of official looking patch on his cap. He just stared at me,
and I thought, this is hot, but awkward. "Um," I said, and then the wind
whooshed by, over my bare skin, and I saw his fur flutter a bit, and I
started getting hard. "Maybe, uh, shorts." I said, and my cock got harder
and stuck out. I heard him draw in his breath, silent. Then I saw it. His
cock was poking out of the leg of his shorts, hard. The wind breezed by
again, and he walked towards me, and reached for my cock, squeezing it. I
felt his big round cockhead poking out his shorts, and he gasped.


I licked my fingers and swirled them around the edge, as I had earlier
myself, and his knees buckled slightly as he grunted. I grabbed the buckle
on his web belt, pulling it open, and then abruptly jerked his shorts down,
dropping them on the ground – commando – and pulled him to step out – we
were both naked now, only boots on, and his hardon looked immense in the
light, skinny like him, and a huge untrimmed bush. He grunted again, and
squeezed my cock, stroking it, and he finally said something, almost a
whisper, "You fuck me?" I jacked him off more, playing with his long limber
cock, "Please, sir" he whispered again, colder wind buffeting us a bit.
First, I wanted to feel that cock in my throat. I crouched in front of him,
and he stroked my beard and hair as I licked the tip of his cock, then
started slurping it wetly, loudly, and he began "oh oh OHOH ohoh OHOH" up
and down sounds.


I inched the cock into my mouth, a bit in, a little bit out, more in,
little out, bobbing my head – it was a beauty – until I felt the big head
against my throat and skinny shaft on my tongue. I opened my throat and
popped it in, as he buckled his knees again, and I lost my balance
slightly, knees grinding on the stony ground. That didn't feel good. I
adjusted so my knees were on his boots, and slurped on his cock more, one
hand on him for balance, jacking my cock hard. "Please," he begged louder.
I grabbed his hairy legs and stood straight up again, squeezing his cock as
he stroked mine, and I pulled him by his cock over to a the wood/rock wind
protective wall. I put my hand on his neck, and pushed him down, a tiny bit
too harshly, until he was bent over, and put his hands on the wall.


His feet weren't far enough apart, so I kicked them, watching his furry ass
there in the moonlight, slightly skinny. I spit in my hand, and open-palmed
rubbed the slime into his asshole smearing it around as he whimpered. Got
the hole nice and wet, and spit on my hand a few more times, trying to work
more spit in, though I was getting a dry mouth. I didn't bring my sex kit,
just a cockring, which annoyed me – not always prepared. Told him to stay
still, and walked over to my stuff and got a big mouthful of water,
carrying it back with me. I bent down, and licked his asshole, sucking on
it a bit with my mouthful of water, trying to get it warm, and then lips to
his hole spewed water in his asshole as hard as I could, which startled
him, "What the fuck!" but I answered, "This the fuck." And with his sloppy
wet hole now, I held my cock up to the hole and pushed part of the head in.


He had not had a lot of experience fucking, and was super tight. I slapped
his hairy ass, "Open up for the fuck." He relaxed slightly, and I tossed
caution to the rising winds, and pushed as hard as I could against him. My
cockhead popped in the wet hole, and I relentlessly pushed it in his anus,
deep into his rectum and then felt squashed against the other end. He
literally yelled, and shivered, "Nobody here stud," I said, and he
whimpered now, whispering "Fuckmefuckmefuckme" over and over as I let his
ass get used to the long cock. I thrust my hips slightly, and popped into
his large colon, which got an "ahhh ahhhh ouwwwww!" out of him. Holding
there a moment, I slid back out halfway, and pushed back in very slowly. He
bent over further, his arms crossed with his head on them, gasping as I
began hammering into his hairy asshole, slap slap slapping against his
cheeks.


I popped in and out of his large colon, popping the far reaches of his
rectum open over and over again, as he began groaning and wailing, either
pain, shock, or amazing pleasure. I pulled out, and stopped, feeling the
pressure of his anal muscles squeezing my cockhead and shaft, then pushed
slowly in, moving my hips side to side now so I could stimulate all of his
ass from the inside. I was so excited being outdoors and fucking like that
on top of a mountain, I could have fucked for hours really like that if I
could control my orgasm. I jammed into him, and he gave another moaning
yell, then I felt him relax – almost drop frankly – and he let go a stream
of piss on the rocks that splashed back up. I thought he had fainted maybe!
He really was losing control with the brutal fucking I was giving, and I
was soon going to lose control of my cumming.


He firmed up a bit again after pissing, begging for it even harder, and I
was slamming with bruising intensity now, nothing but the noise of my groin
slapping against his ass. I reached down and felt his swinging cock and
big, really nice balls bounce as I fucked him, and with my hand in all that
fur, and I leaned over and wrapped my hands around his furry flat belly,
his back fur against me. I lost it. I was hunching and fucking him so hard
now, I knew I was going to cum soon, I just buried my cock to the hilt and
stood here, tiny jamming motions in him as he whimpered with the deep
penetration, and suddenly he gave an "OH" as I felt my cock shoot a huge
stream of semen in his ass. I hunched harder, holding the back of his neck
now, shaking and yelling at him as bursts of cum shot into him, his ass
beginning to squeeze my cock hard, thrusting and slamming him almost down
to the ground at one point.


Fuck, it was a hot stunning assfuck, and even when I finished cumming, I
held on to him as he shivered, slowly, slowly pulling out. With a pop, I
felt I was out, and remained there, against the rocks, arms folded, gasping
for a second. I pulled on his long cock again, pulling him around towards
me. He was dripping precum and some residual piss, but I took his cock
again in my mouth, sliding right to the base in an instant. He crouched,
"s-sensitive" whispered, but I took hold of his balls, and pulled and
squeezed them just a bit too hard. I was hungry, and sleepy a the same time
– don't meet me like that – and as I squeezed and stroked his balls,
bobbing my head on his cock, I shoved the fingers of my other hand in his
ass, grinding them down on his small hard prostate, elbowing his legs
further apart. But he was not going to cum that easily.


I ran my lips over his fat cockhead, feeling the deep slit of the pisshole,
kissing and slurping it, then pursed my lips together pushing it in until I
felt my lips pop around the back of the head. I shook my head violently
then, so my hard lips would rub in the sensitive ridge at the back of the
cockhead, and then sticking my tongue out, pushed his cock back in my
mouth, down my throat, with my tongue now against the balls I was
squeezing. I started finger-fucking his asshole more forcefully, pausing to
give a good rough massage to his prostate from time to time. His cock was
perfect for sucking, not too big, and I could feel every inch of the hard
shaft slide along my tongue. I squashed the cock head at one point against
the roof of my mouth, tongue pressed up so as he slid back the pressure
became more and more intense, then suddenly intense again as he popped in
my throat.


He loved that, and I repeated until I counted sixty strokes, his prostate
hard as a rock, but still no cum! I slid my fingers out of his ass, and let
his balls dangle, and putting my hands together, his cock in the middle,
started rubbing them briskly in a circular motion, licking and sucking the
head of his cock, he buckled, looking down startled at what I was doing,
then I moved my hands to the tip of his cock doing the same on his
cockhead. "uh, Nhuuy UH! STOP!" he began begging and now hand over hand
sliding from this squeezed cockhead to the base, I slowly sucked the head
back in my mouth, and felt his tight rigid balls for a second, then tapped
them with the palm of my hand. "NO!" He barked out as I began squeeze-play
on his cock again, and then I tasted it – a tiny jet of sperm. "OH NO!" he
yelled even louder, and a huge burst of cum shot in my mouth, which I began
to swallow, one hand on his ass pushing him deep into my cum-lubed throat.


"NHAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed now, cum bursting and his cock pulsing like a
crazed garden hose in my mouth and throat, wave after wave of cum as I
squeezed and pulled his balls again, then to cap it off, fingers back in
his ass. He just kept cumming, shaking, and yelling out to the sky, feeding
me gobs of delicious sperm. I couldn't stand it, and stood up, jerking his
cock out of my mouth, flipping him around, and shoved my rock hard cock
back in his asshole, HARD. He yelled, almost screamed again, more cum
plopping on the rocks beside his piss, and I shoved hard, impaling him as I
wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling him sob and tremble. I stood
there, feeling his whole ass and groin spasm now and then, more hot cum
plopping out of his spent cock on the rocks, and held him, kissing the back
of his neck, feeling his beard in my hands. We slowly sat down, softening
cock in his ass, pulling him along with me.


We were then lying on the ground side by side, my arms still wrapped around
him, under the observant sky, until we both fell asleep, breezes teasing
our fur to stand on end. I felt him pull away from me in the night again,
but went back to sleep, and woke up alone, a bit chilly in the cold dawn
light, naked and hard. My stuff was still there, no mountain man, but where
we had slept, his hat had fallen off, and I didn't even notice. I drank an
entire bottle of water, only half of one remaining, and my stomach was
growling. I wondered if last night had even happened, but there was the wet
spot on the ground, and there was the crusty cum. I wandered through the
other campground, and saw where the ground was disturbed, mountain man was
an early riser. I put my full clothes back on, my collection of squashed
water bottles in the little bag, and his cap back on my head, headed down
back to Pine Springs. I drank the water too quickly, and burped – my god it
still tasted of cum!


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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
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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.