Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 10:22:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip: Texas, Port Arthur

Road Trip: Texas Volume 1
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*Port Arthur*

I got into Port Arthur late, tired, and wet after Saratoga – the "Ghost
Road", and got in a cheapish hotel on the edge of town, and you know, when
I drove into town I smelled it – amines, or something slightly fishy, that
went right away. Reminded me of Pasadena Texas – I knew there were
petrochemical operations nearby. Oh well. Gotta die of something. And I was
tired. I slept in late the following morning, and had a nice breakfast
nearby at a Denny's, having a great conversation with Marge, the waitress.
I got back to the hotel and took a long bath, which was just what I needed
– a soak. If only I had a nice cub to wash my back! I looked in the mirror
carefully, and realized my beard – which I keep at a blade 1-1/2 – and my
hair were longer than usual, so I decided my task for the day was not to
end up in some wild fuck session at the beach – as far as I could tell
driving around, Port Arthur was either swamp, oil refinery, or some
combination of the two. Maybe an LNG port for a wild variation.


There was a kind of remote, small cute beach down south, so I sat and drank
a couple of bottles of water, and decided that I needed to maybe go to a
gym,  and hop in the car and head towards Round Top, where I had a pianist
buddy who was going to be performing at their Music Festival. Or perhaps
visit "Dos Brisas" which I had wanted to for some time, Chappel Hill, a
very fancy private Ranch/Hotel. I headed back towards downtown, and drove
around. It really looked, well, a hurricane had come through and blown
everything away. Very rough. To my everlasting surprise I spied a barber
pole on the north side of town, and dropped in. Really nice people, chatty
as hell, and I didn't seem to surprise anyone with my size. The interior
was a fairly messy barber shop, which seemed normal, lots of "Maxim" kind
of magazines and as well WWF wrestling magazines and a lot of pictures of
wrestling events local to the area.


The barber was curious if I wrestled, since that's what I looked like, and
we chatted about it a bit, and informed me for a gym, I should go to the
Powerhouse, and as they say, "You can't beat that with a stick!" So my
breakfast earlier, hot bath at hotel, a nice beard trim and bald fade
later, I checked out at noon, and thought I'll do gym, then head out for a
bit of a drive, get to Chappel Hill dinner time. I walked in the gym, which
was perfect, and full of eye candy. More than a few oil guys were there,
early in the day, and they were chattier than most gyms I've been too. I
was also 25 years older than most of them which, though clearly they were
straight, was fascinating. I had to wash my usual gym gear, so I wore a
once-piece wrestling singlet in black so I wasn't too outrageous with my
dick flopping around. I think this was part of the chattiness, except for
one guy, who was quiet.


Tall, thick build, and to my eyes, he looked exactly like young Smokey
Robinson, complete with green eyes (and a beard and furry moustache). He
was Simon, and told me that he "heard tell from Nathan" (my barber) "that
there was a wrestler in town coming to Powerhouse, and here he is." It is
that small a town – maybe 40-50000 people, and news is "Quick out of the
chute." I realized that I had perhaps overachieved my fantasy wrestling
look. Anyway, we chatted, and helped each other with negatives, and then he
casually asked if I'd like to go to a meet this afternoon after the gym. He
looked at me so intensely, I felt something else was being asked, and was
frankly mystified. My usual psychic abilities were completely awry. I said
"Sure," and we had about an hour to finish the workout, and get ready. I
followed his old beat up Toyota Corolla, back down towards the water, and
drove past the only visible tall building, which looked like a beat-up
old-style hotel.


A block or so, around the corner, we parked next to some other beat-up cars
– Datsun's older than I thought possible, pickups where one window was a
sheet of plastic and duct tape, and to my complete shock, a an almost
burlesque-like Rolls-Royce. I mean, a space ship would not look more out of
place. I thought, this is getting stranger by the minute. Inside was a
cavernous warehouse, just a handful of dirty windows on the sides, and near
one corner was a wrestling ring – like a boxing ring, one fewer ropes, a
bit smaller. Lots of padding on it, and all around on the floor. And it
looked used, and top-quality. The mats were leather, and somewhat stained.
Stranger and stranger. Off to one side were a bunch of guys, teeshirts and
shorts, some looking pretty wrestlerish, most pretty wiry, and one guy.
Well. Not your standard movie star, well, pretty ugly, in a good way. Kind
of big chunky head, nose like a potato, ears that looked well chewed, no
visible neck. Daddy Pro Wrestler.


He was so thick and masculine, you couldn't take your eyes off him –
charisma billowed up around him like dust around Pigpen from the Peanuts
cartoons. Huge shoulders, huge traps, big belly, legs like tree-trunks.
Amazing. Lee was his name. So I sheepishly changed into my wrestling
outfit, recalling that the last time I had wrestled was 20 years before,
for a month off and on. Hmm. Two guys got on the mat and started wrestling
around and I felt a bit sorry, the smaller guy seemed outclassed, but he
was fast, and got the bigger guy on the ground in a flash. And Lee was
yelling at them the whole time at the top of his lungs, along with the
other guys. I was descending into complete madness. Gotta die of something!
I went in with Smokey Robinson (of course, I mean Simon), and having the
grace of a turtle on its back, I simply picked Simon up (6'3" at least,
maybe 220lbs) and rotated him around his midpoint and pushed his shoulders
on the ground, arms around his legs as he flailed.


Everyone was quiet, it was over in 10 seconds. "Well," Lee began, "You're
extremely strong Daddy, but If you wrestle like that all the time, you'll
be exhausted. You've got to tire THEM out." That was not what my freestyle
coaches had said. I got in the ring with the small wiry guy – 5'4", maybe
120-150 wet. Guys, I can hammer curl with one hand. So we got in the ring,
and we kind of went "grr" and circled around. He lunged after my knees, but
I reached down, and picked him up by the ankles and held him up over the
mat. I flipped him around facing away so he couldn't hobble me, then pushed
his shoulders on the ground holding him immobile between my thighs. Dead
silence again. And I noticed the guy had a boner. I let him go, and got in
the ring with Lee. Well. Lee first stood on the ropes in the corner
bellowing at me, which I have to say had an effect, and I wasn't laughing.
He launched himself at me and I thought he was going to snap my back or
something.


I dodged him and he ran after me howling and laughing like a maniac, and I
realized I was going to either have to face him or throw up. I did what the
small guy did and lunged at his legs, which he of course simply jumped
straight up. I won't go into endless detail, but suffice it to say that I
got tired out fast, and even though at one point I though I had him in a
lock hold, his feet of the ground, he wiggled away from me faster than a
scalded cat. Finally he threw himself on me, and I thought that was it, but
got my knee up under my body, and simply lifted myself straight up. He
flipped me over, and I bridged to lift him up, and decided that I was going
to be paralyzed for life soon. He got me. Everyone loved it, hooted and
hollered during the match, and after me he went in for a match with Smokey
like he had just had done nothing more adjusted his socks.


We all took a break for water, and I asked, "OK, what the hell is this.
Rolls Royce. Warehouse. Wrestling ring." Simon took me aside and explained,
Lee was basically one of the main originators and promoters of TV
wrestling. Protιgι's like Ric Flair, the Nature Boy. Filthy rich. Three
different wives, a dozen kids, and gay as the day is long. His little
college of wrestlers were mostly gay, and he did it for both fun, and for
sexual kicks, but I just didn't see the sexual kick in what I just did. Lee
asked where I learned wrestling, and I told him I wanted to do it at the
gay games in Amsterdam, back in '98. Lee's eyes glittered. "You must know
some of my boys – Gladiators... Combat... Private Gay wrestling." I did have
friends in a couple of countries now that I thought about it. Anyway, a
couple more guys came in, Oil Field types – rough, scruffy and ready, and
what looked like a kid brother. I mean, skinny college wrestling.


The moment the younger guy – Randy – got in the ring with Lee, well, that
was very amusing. Randy was a total asshole, taunting Lee and the guys.
However, it took maybe 5 seconds for Lee to pin down Randy painfully, his
ass in the air. "Pants him and slap that ass boys, so he knows who Daddy
is." Then, to my surprise, Smokey got in the ring, pulled down the boy's
pants, and slapped his hand. Lee let Randy go, whose cheeks were completely
aflame with embarrassment, and I noticed he had a boner. "Here we go," I
thought. The afternoon went on, when finally Lee was back in the ring with
me, and all the guys were standing up around the edge yelling. I got little
Randy locked, face and chest pinned down again on the mat, ass up in the
air as he struggled, and suddenly Lee launched himself into the ring. He
pantsed Randy, completely.


Randy's red ass was up in the air, and all the guys were yelling, and a few
jumped in the ring to help me really immobilize him. The one carnival was
starting to get very real, and very aggressive. Lee stroked Randy's ass
gently, and then with that huge paw of his gave a nice whack across his
ass, and Randy actually screamed a stream of bile at me, at Lee, and
everyone. Lee gently patted and stroked Randy's ass, and then pulled his
ass cheeks apart and spit on his asshole, and stuck a thumb in. Randy
screamed in my arms, and the guys on either side of him pulled his arms
taught putting their whole weight on his hands keeping him face down on the
ground. His legs were pulled forward awkwardly, leaving him in a kind of
kneeling, submission position, when Lee patted his ass again, and said,
"This boy needs learn what it is to lose. C'mon boys."


And he paced around the ring, like a promoter, and pulled Smokey over.
Smokey, all 6'3" of him stood there, and he pulled his shorts down, and
started jacking on a proportionally massive hard cock – really nice one,
cut, thick shaft and smaller head. Randy was now begging to be let go, and
Lee winked at me as though "It was all in good fun," but Randy seemed
genuinely frightened. Smokey squatted down, spit on the boy's hole again,
and eased a fat finger in, finger fucking him hard, Lee trembling and
jerking to get away, but it wasn't possible. Smokey took his long cock, and
then pushed it into Lee's hole as Randy screamed a terrible grown-man
scream, shaking like a leaf. I was getting an up-close view of Randy's
muscle ass, shaking as Smokey's pole pushed in – Randy had to have been
tight as a drum. Smokey had some trouble pushing it in, so he slapped his
ass again and shoved more of his big brown cock.


He drove straight in that pink hole, hard, until he was flat against the
ass – that was like 8" rammed in in one go. Randy let out another scream
when Smokey got all the way in, then trying to buck up, Randy began sobbing
to let him go, and I heard the sound of him losing control of his bladder
and pissing all over himself and the mat from fear. The men LOVED that! I
didn't know if I should let him go, how real it all was, but watching
Smokey fuck the young muscle ass – Randy had really been a cocky asshole –
well, it seemed deserved. Smokey was bucking away in the asshole, holding
the hips and slamming into it while Randy wailed and shook in my hands,
struggling, and Smoky was grinning, talking to Lee. "He's getting what he
needs," Lee said, laughing, "Don't blow yet!" Smoky reached out and held
out his hand and Lee tagged him, and came forward.


This I had to see. He pulled his wrestling singlet up over one thick fat
leg, and from a bright red-brown bush, he had a real ass-splitter –not long
at all but fat and conical, uncut and nasty looking. He spit in his hand
and lubed up, sidling up to Randy. I saw him push the head against Randy's
pucker, and I squeezed Randy hard. Lee shoved right into Randy who squealed
literally like a stuck pick, groveling in his own piss. Lee screamed and
yelled like he was on TV again, loving his "fag-tagging" and slamming away
at Randy who was wailing as all the guys were yelling. It was quite a
spectacle, a few guys coming over the ropes now, shorts off, but shirts
still on, jacking themselves off. I could smell the testosterone. Lee
tagged a guy with his knee in a tight wrap – he had not been wrestling –
and the guy came over. It must have been a relief for Randy since the guy
had a totally average cock, but he was the meanest fucker of all, going in
dry and really jackhammering Randy's hole.


I don't know how the guy sustained it, but finally he got down on his
knees, fucking Randy, grimacing. That knee had to hurt. One guy took out
his phone and started a video of Randy's ass, running around and shoving
the video into Randy's face, then back, and I felt Randy relax as all hope
left him. More tag-teaming, a couple big hairy muscle fuckers came up. They
didn't look like they were in it for fun, to be honest. One crammed his
fingers in Randy's hole roughly, twisting fingers around, and then spit a
few times on Randy's hole, and ass for good measure. He had a fat uncut
cock, another ass-splitter, and shoved it in in one go, squatting and
rocking into Randy's hole as he slapped it hard, over and over. Randy was
screaming with his mouth closed at this point, and I was getting tired of
holding him down.


The guy fucked slowly, then hard, pulling out now and then with his big
purple skinned-back dick he jacked, and spit on it again, shoving in, his
belly flopping with the effort of the fuck. Closing his eyes, he looked to
be mumbling to himself, and slapped Randy's ass again, as he grunted, and
shaking, unloaded into Randy's fuckhole. He struggled for balance to get
up, and tagged his buddy's hand. He was a very lean hairy guy, dimples,
handsome, and a cock more cute than big and nasty, and he repeated the spit
and fuck routine. He placed one hand on Randy's lower back, and leaning,
reached around to take a hold of Randy's huge cock. He kept wiping his hand
on his shirt, covered with Randy's piss, but loved jacking him and humping
harder and harder against his ass. "Come on bubba, unload" his pushy buddy
needled, "you aint' hurtin' him, you'se tickling."


All the guys laughed, and the poor bubba frowned, then his buddy leaned
over, spit in his hand, and shoved some fingers in his friend's asshole.
Instantly a mask of pleasure went over his furry face, and pursing his lips
unmistakably, he grunted and began unloading into Randy, frantically
jacking Randy's huge cock. He humped and collapsed on Randy for a second as
his buddy extracted his shitty fingers, and cursed "Oh shit" and rubbed it
on his filthy shirt. Smokey came back and again fucked Randy for a moment
"Ooh child, that's a loaded ass!" he laughed pulling a cumdripping cock
back out. Randy had lost all fight, sobbing and moaning in his piss as his
ass was used as a fuckhole by every guy there – my god, he didn't seem a
day over 20 or 23, and he was completely used up in front of me. The guy he
came in with, another lean hairy southern boy, walked up and he waved a
long cock, but first, to my surprise, he walked over to me and pushed it in
my mouth.


I wasn't prepared, and he shoved straight in my throat, and I almost lost
hold of Randy. He pulled back out, nice and wet now, and then squatting
down, pushed three fingers in Randy's abused ass. "Randy, buddy, I can't
pass this up!" he said, and began raping his friend's hole. This seemed to
be the complete end for Randy, who just collapsed like jelly on the floor
as his buddy fucked him.  It seemed over after about an hour, and I let
Randy go slightly, and he picked his wrecked self up, standing up he had a
massive hardon, piss from fear still soaking his legs, and he began cursing
me out as the men chuckled. I walked over and before he knew what happened,
I got him in a light chokehold which scared the shit out of him, since I
could simply lift him off the floor. The men loved it – yes, I wasn't good
at tiring them out, but I was strong enough to take anyone there and fold
them in two and put them in a suitcase and send them to the dump.


In the chokehold, I let my hand wander down to his asshole – he wasn't too
full of cum – the guys hadn't all dumped into him, just wanted to painfully
fuck him and abuse him. Well, I am "new to these things", and I decided I
wanted to fuck him hard and get his ass full of juice. I barked
instructions to two of the men who got a hold of his kicking feet as he
held his hands up on my arms around his neck, trying to pull them away. I
pulled my singlet up, letting my cock out, and getting my hardon going,
positioned myself. The men lifted his legs, and I crammed my entire cock in
his ass in one go – another earsplitting scream. I slid in his (very loose)
hole – this guy had been fucked a lot, and not just today – and popped all
the way into his guts in one go. He struggled and screamed, but I was able
to get an awkward hard fuck in, my balls bouncing up to slap his painfully.
I began a jackhammer fuck, and whenever he got too feisty, I simply choked
him a bit.


With my left hand, I fumbled down and took a hold of his long rangy cock,
and jacked him while I fucked him. He was still as hard as when we very
first started and he lost control of his bladder. I got a very hot rhythm
going, jamming my hips up, cock stabbing into his guts deep, while my hand
would slide to the base of his cock so I could send vibrations in from my
pelvis and hand together. My arm tightened as the men got him into a better
position, and I was able to jackhammer my cock into him, all subtlety
thrown to the wind. Feeling that thick cock in my hands was a dream, and
slam jacking him hard, his voice of protest got higher and higher, and I
knew he was going to cum soon. The guys  to either side held his legs
further apart under my instruction, and then suddenly Lee was there,
kneeling in front of the boy. He was jacking his own fat cock, breathing
hard, body bounding with the effort and excitement.


I aimed the boy's cock towards his mouth, and with a final wail, I gave a
slight squeeze and choke to him and his throat gurgling, he began spurting
cum into Lee's mouth like a cow squirting milk into a cat's mouth. Lee's
face was painted as he licked all the boy cum up, and Randy struggled less
and less. With his final shots, I loosened a bit and Randy coughed and
caught his breath, when Lee took a hold of his genitals. He rubbed the head
of Randy's cock with his rough thumb – this was after the boy came – and
Randy screamed a real scream of "too much sensation." Naturally, we all
reacted to make it even more uncomfortable. Lee took a hold of Randy's
genitals and squeezed them hard enough to make Randy scream, then I let my
chokehold off, and though Randy tried to escape, but with his arms held,
anything he did caused Lee to squeeze his balls and cock painfully.


Lee took off his wrestling singlet and stood there like a mad ape,
cum-faced, unmilked hardon, and he asked me to let Randy go. I did, Randy
gasping, and a few guys took what clothes Randy had left off him, leaving
him in the ring with Lee. All the guys were there jacking off – in a normal
situation, I'd be in heaven getting my feeding of cum – but I was trying to
figure out what was going on next. Lee of course got up in the ropes,
yelling at Randy who was coming back to life, cursing the motherfucker out,
and then Lee jumped off ropes bellowing like a banshee as Randy scrambled
away. Lee got a bloody nose from that landing, shocked the hell out of
everyone! The wind was out of him a bit, but he scrabbled after Randy,
grabbing an ankle as Randy kicked and tried to get a hold on Lee. Fuck, the
two were going at it tooth and nail, Lee pinning Randy finally in a very
painful position on the floor, when he leaned down, and gave Randy a deep,
bloody kiss.


The guys were yelling again, and I saw Lee, with an arm on Randy's throat,
position himself again to fuck him, Randy's legs practically wrapped around
his neck. He shoved his thick potent cock back in Randy's stretched puffy
fuckhole, and Randy shivered and moaned, and Lee kissed him again, holding
him rigid as he started slamming and fucking his thick Dad dick into Randy,
slowly gaining momentum as Randy suddenly wrapped his arms around Lee,
begging for him to fuck him harder. This spectacle went on, Lee fucking
harder, and after only a few minutes, Lee began bellowing and kissing
Randy, smearing the blood from his nose on Randy's face, and watching his
bull-balls bounce and then tighten, suddenly both men ceased all movement,
and Lee shook uncontrollably as he unloaded what had to have been a gusher
of cum into Randy's ass.


One shove again, holding still, then two more shoves, holding still, he
barely moved as we saw Lee's asshole throb from his tension, squeezing more
and more cum into Randy. Then with an enraged yell, Lee flipped Randy, who
was like a puppet now, in another move with his face buried in Randy's ass
as he whined, licked and sucked his own cum back out of Randy, jacking
Randy's cock like crazy. Smokey walked up, and crouching down, jacked
Randy's cock while Lee continued to suck his own cum out of Randy's ass,
both hands stretching the cheeks, until Randy started moaning and bucking,
cum squirting all over the place. I felt hands on my cock as the guys to
either side of me jacked my cock, off, and I shucked my singlet off to get
better access. "Motherfucker!" Lee yelled, and crawled up to me, face
bloody, and spit a huge wad in his hand, mixed with cum, and began jacking
me off with the other guys.


"Motherfucking long meat!" he yelled, and Lee started hammering my cock. I
was over the top, shaking and exhausted, almost about to throw up from all
the violence, and I have no idea where my orgasm or hardon even came from –
but as Lee suddenly became human, wiping his face with the back of his
hand, eyes transfixed on the big dick he was jacking, I knew, it was all
real. Randy was on his hands and knees sucking and fucking the other oil
roughnecks there in the ring, and Lee was right beside him gobbling big
dick, jacking himself off, and wiggling his beat-up ass hoping someone
would kick it and fuck him too. I squeezed my ass muscles, and my whole
groin, the pressure pushing another orgasm to start, and holding Lee's
sweaty and somewhat bloody bald beat-up head, I saw his eyes close in
contentment as I fed him some hot roid cum.


I only had a few spurts in me, and as Lee continued to suck, trying to get
more and growling theatrically, I leaned over and put my finger under his
chin, lifted his face as he scowled at me, and kissed his bloody nose, his
lips, and holding his head, licked and sucked on his ear, making him
shudder and curse, and whispered what a beautiful sweet hot man he was, and
I hope I could see him again. I crawled back through the ropes, Lee on the
ground kind of gasping, and cleaning up however I could at a sink (sink and
urinal apparently), got the blood off, clothes on. Simon raced over as I
walked to the front of the warehouse, his big cock, and belly flopping
around, and pressed Lee's card into my hand. I squeezed the back of his
neck, and looked back at the ring as a couple of guys were going at it
side-by-side. Fuck! I was hungry.



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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.