Date: Sat, 18 Jul 2015 05:00:04 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip: Texas, Saratoga

Road Trip: Texas Volume 1
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*Saratoga*

I had the directions Mitch and Ed had given me for Ghost Road in Saratoga,
trying to find the road FM1293 after what seemed like hours – in the Dark,
it was getting late on a Saturday night – I homed in on the geo coordinates
google had given me: 30.416019, -94.563719. This was really a ghost road!
Supposedly there are mysterious lights at night along the road, and I love
a good ghost story so I thought finally I could see some swamp gas. I
really wanted to take time to drive through the "Big Thicket" in Texas, a
huge forested mass in East Texas, so the route I took was through the
preserve, and at twilight with a full moon it was both mysterious and
beautiful, but forbidding. It reminded me of driving in Yosemite in
California – no light except for the sky (which had cleared) and moon. I
put the top down, and thought it was still muggy, I loved smelling the pine
trees, and the humid air.


There were traces of ground fog starting, and I enjoyed the ride by myself.
It reminded me of, when I was a teenager, driving through East Tennessee to
truck stop "Rest Areas" late at night... I tingled at some of the fun times I
had with truckers (not to mention the times you went out at night and there
was nothing.). I passed some cars parked beside the road – mind you this
was nowhere, and then I heard "You have reached your destination" from
Google. Sure enough, to one side of the car was a hard-packed dirt road. In
front of the road was a rusted steel sign, which – thank god my iPhone had
a flashlight – I could barely read. I wasn't sure what to do, so I
carefully ventured onto the road, and started driving south. I turned off
my lights, so there were just parking lights, and drove slowly, there was
barely enough light to make out the road, when what to my wondering eyes
would appear.


Cars, and a few truck cabs. I kept on going, more parked cars. A lot of
people were out looking for "ghosts!" it seemed. I passed a few dozen, then
edged to the side of the road, parking. I stepped out, and got in my trunk
to get some mosquito repellant. I noticed mysterious "lights" in the forest
to either side. Ooh! Ghostly energy! The thick woods – not big, but thick –
were an incredible noise in my head, from all the insects. I walked along
the road, enjoying the night air, and after a few minutes, between the cars
and other vehicles, noticed a kind of dirt pathway, with some beaten-down
bushes. I've seen this before, I thought. And, off in the distance, I
noticed lights twinkling in the woods, very faintly. I didn't feel like
Bilbo Baggins looking at secret Elvish lights, I felt horny, and I knew
what was going on. I remember one of the first times I had met a guy in an
area like this back in Tennessee.


Friends at the time called the Rest Area along the high way either "RA" or
"Ruth Ann's", as in "Are you going to Ruth Ann's for Dinner tonight?" which
was humorous, sleazy, tacky and interesting at the same time. I had parked
my car, probably 11 at night, by the rest area where there were just a
couple of cars and one big-rig. I walked off to one side where the sole
street light spread a perfect circle of light over a picnic table. Just
outside the circle of light, it was dark but moonlit, and back behind the
rest area was a wooded area, fenced, but with a strategic gap that had been
opened up. I meandered down, nervous and excited wondering what was going
on. Well, not much. I saw a tiny red glow, which was a cigarette, and
wandered up, trying to look as casual as I could. A guy was standing there
– black curly hair, kind of skinny, shirt in his pants. He was hairy, very
hairy, and wiry.


He looked at me, and squeezed his crotch, pulling up on it so I could see
his hardon – wow! It seemed like half his leg. I was breathless. I squeezed
my crotch – my cock was hard as steel now. He put his cigarette back in his
mouth, and undid his belt, then pulled his trousers down slowly. It took
forever – first a huge bush of black hair, then the shaft, slowly. I
couldn't believe it, and had to walk closer, my mouth opening and closing
probably making me look like a fish. He knew what he was doing, a real
cocktease – inch by inch going down, getting me more and more bugeyed as I
watched his shaft exposed in the dim light. It never seemed to stop! He
kept sliding it down, and I kind of whispered "Aw, uh, that's not real!" He
held his pants with one hand, not fully exposed still, maybe 8" on view,
and casually took a puff of his cigarette, not dropping anymore at all.
"See anything you like?" He said in a rough whisper, and I must have
frozen, I know my blood froze.


I squeezed my crotch, and gulped, "That!" and at that moment, my cock
popped out from under my cutoff jeans. My parents were kind of mystified
why I wanted them so short! I was one of those thick stocky boys, huge
thighs from marching band, and as my heart pounded, the smoking guy put his
cigarette and reached and tapped on the tip of my cock. I gasped again, now
not realizing how close I had gotten, and I could smell him. It was the
woods – pine and dirt, the cigarette, armpits and body hair. In a maneuver
only a cigarette smoker could make, he managed to take a puff, lick some of
his fingers, still holding his pants up, and then reached back down and
squeezed the head of my cock with his wet fingers, rubbing the tip. "Look
here," he said, and then let his pants drop a little further. I could see
the thick ring of his cockhead, uncut, now exposed, then he dropped
completely. His cock bounced right up, hitting me on the leg. I thought I
would cum. You know how 17-year-olds are.


I stood paralyzed as he undid my shorts – no belt – and my shorts dropped
right off. He grasped my cock, pulling me over, and then put my cock beside
his, I was almost as long, not as thick. "Look at that," he said, "big teen
meat." He took his cigarette, and leaning over, spat on both cocks, and ran
his hands over them, jacking us off. "You like a taste?" He said, backing
off slightly. He squeezed his cock, then pulled back the foreskin – I had
only seen my uncle's cock and foreskin (now that's a story) but all the
rest of my friends were cut. He wiggled it at me a bit, then put his hand
on my shoulder. I heard some rustling around in the woods around us, but
paid no attention. I got on my knees in the dirt and moss, and he put his
hand behind my head and pushed it towards his cock. I grabbed a hold of it
for balance, and it was very hard, not rubbery at all. I opened my mouth,
and licked the head, tasting the sweat on it, and feeling all the bumps and
grooves around it.


"Careful son!" He said, "That's sensitive." I ran my tongue lightly around
the groove again as he hunched over and grunted, and I realized, for some
reason, I had him in my complete control. I pulled his cock further into my
mouth, feeling his big hairy bush against my hand, and ran my lips now over
the grooved edges while my tongue rubbed all over it. He whined slightly
and grunted, thrusting his hips towards me now. His cock slid in my mouth,
the upward curve rubbing it against the roof of my mouth, and he grunted
and awkwardly thrust again, and I felt it pushing and pushing towards my
throat. I rolled my tongue around as best I could, squeezing his shaft,
then with my other hand, I felt for his balls. Not huge, and deeply nested
in his furry crotch, and I rubbed them lightly as I pushed his cock against
the opening of my throat. "Lynn, what do you think you're doing?" I heard
someone hiss, "He's just a kid!"


"He ain't no kid," Lynn said, "He's got fucking man's cock. Look at it
Wade!" I was going to pull off his cock, kind of shocked, but he held my
head as I sucked, and I felt some hands pull up on my hips. "Get up." I
heard, then I felt some rough hands reach around my waist and grab my cock,
jerking on it roughly. "Big fuckin' teenage cock, sheeeeit!" I felt some
rustling, then fur on my legs, and a hot wet mouth was on my cock, as I got
pushed more onto Lynn's cock, feeling it push into my throat finally, with
a pop. I felt a gag coming up, but managed to suppress it, feeling too good
with the cock going down my throat. Wade was sucking very hard on my cock,
and unfortunately some teeth were involved, so I jumped and tried to get it
out of his mouth. Finally it hurt, and I put my hands on Lynn's hips, and
pushed hard, and bounced back from the two. "That hurt, sorry!" I said, and
Lynn sighed, "Wade, I told you, not with your teeth bud."


Wade was, from what I could see, a kind of muscular red-headed guy, huge
beard who looked sad. "I'm sorry buddy," he said, and still on his knees,
grabbed my cock roughly and pulled it back over. "I got too excited huh?"
and began sucking on my cock again. This time he was more careful, and I
realized I was almost vibrating, ready to cum, when Lynn pushed my head
back down on his cock. "That's a nice long pecker!" Wade said, down below,
"I've enjoyed it many a night!" and with that, I heard a rustle, and a
zipper from Wade. At this point, I was back to Lynn, holding onto his hairy
ass, and popping him in and out of my throat, enjoying the deepthroating
(no sucking) that I was giving, wondering how to combine the two. My crotch
was really vibrating from Wade's sucking, and Lynn gave a squeaky grunt,
and suddenly, on an outstroke, he began cumming. It was a few quick
squirts, which I swallowed immediately, then pushing him back in my throat
he groaned and shook,


"Suck it son!" Wade said. I pulled back off Lynn's cock and a few more
bitter squirts came in my mouth, and Lynn was kind of making a "Nyugh,
Nyugh" sound, more and more small squirts coming in my mouth. I wondered if
I should tell Wade, but didn't and simply started shooting in his mouth, my
legs going rigid from the excitement, pumping cum in huge globs right on
his tongue. Wade instantly began coughing and spitting, and started pumping
my cock with his hand, rubbing his beard on my shaft, which drove me crazy.
I continued deepthroating Lynn, sucking his long dark hairy cock, and a
moment later, he began "Oh, OHHHH!" sounds, pulling my head off. His long
cock extracted from my mouth, he gingerly pulled the foreskin back over the
head, and I continued to now shoot cum on the ground and beard by Wade.
Wade shimmied back out, and stood their, his fat hardon poking out of his
pants, and he proclaimed that he needed to rinse his mouth out.


Lynn was pulling his pants up, and I did too as we walked back to the rest
area, and the three of us in the restroom a moment later. Lynn was unreal.
He was very lean, and his fur – ringlike curls all over, just beautiful,
something I'll never forget, along with the big muff of fur coming out
above his underwear at his belly button. Wade had blondish-red hair, but
his beard was deep brown-red, and huge, we're talking ZZ Top. He had my cum
in is beard, and washed for a moment, laughing, then Lynn went over to the
open door, and said "Wade, why don't you finish up with this here
young-un." Wade winked and I looked down as he undid his pants. His
nice-sized cock popped up, and then he said, "Come here, lick my pecker
son!" and I leaned over, one hand on a sink, and licked his shaft, then
suddenly was buried in his beard. He was also holding onto the sink,
leaning over, and was sucking on the bright purplish-red head of his own
cock!


Fuck, I was rockhard again! I didn't know what to do, but kept on licking
while he sucked his cock, and filed away that I had to try that too later!
I wanted to touch his shaft and do anything to make him cum to watch him
fill his own mouth, so I reached and put my hands together palm to palm
with his cock in the middle, and rubbed up and down, feeling his beard as
he bobbed and sucked on the head of his cock. He whispered "Play with my
ass!" So I continued to rub and lick his cockshaft as he undid his pants
further, dropping them, and then rubbed my hand on his hard butt. "No," he
whispered, "My bunghole." I was slightly mystified, until Lynn yelled,
"poke your finger in his shithole, boy!" and I licked a finger and wormed
it around his furry asshole trying to push it in. The moment I touched his
humid hole, he gurgled, and then gushes of white cum slid down his cock,
out of his mouth, again somewhat in his wet beard.


He hunched and shot more and more, then quietly licked his head a bit, then
leaned up, taking a huge breath. He was very red-faced, and then grinned at
me. Washing up again, then Lynn came over, and leaned to my face, and gave
me a big kiss. His thick tongue pushed in my mouth, bitter from the
cigarettes he smoked, and I thought, "That tastes just like his cum." It
amused me to no end to think of all those people smoking cigarettes making
their mouth taste like bitter hot semen. "You be careful, son!" Wade said,
squeezing my shoulder, then he and Lynn went out, Wade walking to a beat up
old car, and Lynn getting in the truck. I walked stiff-legged back to my
mom's car, cock hard to hurting, and finally had to jerk off again in the
car driving home, unfortunately listening to a disco version of Star Wars
theme on the radio. My god, the 70's were hot.


But, back to the ghosts. I continued walking along the dirt path in Texas,
the smell of the pine woods, the dirt, slight rotting smells (swamp!)
bringing back more memories of my teenage years, as well as lots of fun in
Timberfell in Greenville, Tennessee, as well as some very interesting times
in other woods as well. Then I came to a slight clearing, and could see
around a little bit better, and realized that over the sound of all the
insects, I heard a familiar smack-smack-smack of fucking. Closing my eyes,
and turning my head slightly, I kind of homed in on the sound, then
looking, walked forward into the shadows. There was a guy – business
clothes – fucking a naked man. Around him were a group of guys, different
ages, sizes, and hefts, jerking off watching. I moved in slowly, so as not
to disturb, when one of the guys jerking off took out his phone, and it
came on, giving off a kind of shocking blue-green light.


This got a sound of annoyance from the other guys, who moved away, and
looking off in the distance, I noticed another flash of blue-green light,
and realized that some, if not all the flashes were cellphones. So much for
Ghostly energy. I got closer, and took my shirt off, tucking it in my belt.
The men stared at me unconcernedly, then went back to their jacking, and
the business guy fucking, started grunting "Here it is!". The men closed in
slightly, and he pulled his cock out and in a quick movement, his bottom
spun around getting a faceful of cum, with open mouth. Someone took a
picture - flash dazzing me in the dim light. One of the guys walked up to
the hairy cocksucker and pushed his cock into the guy's mouth. It was a
perfect cock for sucking, not long at all but just perfectly shaped and
angled, and the cocksucker really went to town. I felt like it was
required, so I pulled my cock out and started jerking off watching the
sleazy scene, when I felt someone rub my cock.


I looked over and there was a handsome bear guy, slightly chunky, with a
beautiful cock he was jerking off, and I winked at him. His eyes opened
wide for a second, and he reached over and took my cock. He felt it in
little squeezes, measuring from tip to base until he gasped, "Fuck you're
hung bubba!" and began energetically jerking me off. I reached up and
stroked his nipples through his buttoned shirt, and he immediately
unbuttoned it, with nice fur popping out for my hand to stroke. I reached
in and felt his tits, stroking them more, but he wasn't particularly wired
for nipples. He paused for a moment, and undid his belt, and dropped his
pants. His cock was even nicer now, another perfect cock for sucking. The
naked cocksucker in front of us grabbed at my cock too, and I knew that
look. You're in a public sex place and everyone wants the long cock. I
pushed his head back on the guy he was sucking, and winked at my chunky
friend, who looked grateful.


He continued jacking me, then gave up on himself, and started stroking my
body breathlessly. "You are so big!" He hissed at me, in a deep voice,
"I've never seen muscles like this." He continued jerking me and stroking,
then abruptly grabbed me and kissed me. I kissed back, his thick tongue
rolling around in my mouth, and I put my arm around his head, holding him
closer, taking his cock in my hand. He pushed me away, and pulled away for
a moment, "I, I never thought..." He began. "Guys like you," He whispered,
"Never even look at guys like me!" I grinned at him, and took his face,
kissing him again, "Who cares," I responded, "we're all horny men. Shit!"
We kissed more as he jacked me, and I decided I wanted to see what his cock
tasted like. Kneeling, not wanting to get my pants dirty, I balanced on the
balls of my feet, and holding his cock, licked it. Tasted good. Licked it
more.


The shaft was thin, but the head was fat, so I sucked the head in my mouth,
my tongue rolling all around it, and squeezing my lips together shook my
head like a dog with a chew toy. "UH!" he barked out, full voices, and I
felt eyes focusing on me. I got more of his cock in my mouth, and then
tongue out, pushed it further in so my tongue could touch his balls. A bit
of his belly pushed against my forehead, which drives me crazy – his furry
roundness, and the slight taste of precum were combining to get me hornier
and hornier. I grabbed onto his knee with my left hand and began jacking
off as I slurped and sucked his cock, bouncing my head against his belly
over and over, wide-open mouthed sucking so it made a tremendous gobbling
sound. I don't know if you've ever had a perfect bear suck – thick
mouthfilling cock, nice masculine – not flat – belly, hairy sturdy legs,
but this was it.


I loved really being able to get my mouth around his cockhead, and just
sucked it all over, tongue pushing into his pisshole, and lightly letting
my teeth touch his head and shaft. What moonlight we had seemed to be going
away, so after moments, I couldn't see anything, just was entirely focused
on the sensation of that thick cockhead pushing into my mouth. "Please," I
heard him whisper, "I'm going to cum like that." I simply doubled the
tempo, listening to him gasp and groan out loud. With that, a phone flashed
on, then suddenly the brightness dialed down. I heard guys murmuring, and
felt someone rubbing my shoulders and traps, "Gene, look at you!" I heard
someone say, and Gene, who I was sucking apparently, began grunting louder
and louder. I felt his hand at the back of my head, and he thrust my face
against his groin – belly on my forehead, and as I sucked, he began gushing
cum to fill my mouth.


"Kiss me!" I heard Gene say, and someone leaned over to kiss him as he
grunted, hips thrusting, gushing cum into my mouth over and over. It was
hot cum too, I'm kind of a cum gourmet by now. Finally Gene pushed my
shoulders away, shaking, and standing up he grabbed me, then hurriedly
pulled his pants off and disappeared into the darkness. It seemed to be
darker than when I arrived, and a wind had come up. The hairy cocksucker
grabbed my cock again, and pulled me over. He wrapped one hand around my
shaft, and sucked the other half of my cock in his mouth, groaning. Again,
someone turned on their phone, and began video of my cock being sucked. It
looked amazing – this guy was better than I was at sucking. He would jack
me with one hand, to the tip, then pushed my cock through his hand, the
head popping between his lips where he would lick it for a second.


Next, pushing the cock into his hot wet mouth, I slid back along his tongue
and roof of his mouth, then reaching his throat, his hand would flatten
against my groin as I popped right into his throat. Finally, he pushed his
lips flat against my groin. Reversing, he slowly took hold of my cock, then
sliding out of his throat, got a huge vacuum suck on it, then as I was
fully out of his mouth, his hand did the rest, squeezing, sliding, and
rotating around my shaft. Fuck, it was a hot suck, and I could have that go
on forever. Another light popped on videotaping the deepthroat and slight
gagging by this cocksucker, then he gave up with his hands for a moment and
just banged his mouth back rapidly on my cock, thrusting without stop. He
backed off, gasping for a second, and then wrapped both his hands,
hand-over-hand on my shaft as the guys around us murmured. He looked
directly into the phone video, and mouthed a "wow".


The lights went out for a second again, and I noticed how dark it really
was now. I felt my hands pressed on cocks, and looked around in the gloom.
One guy seemed to be a hot dad – tall, good body, and a very nice cock –
when the lights went back on my own sucker and I saw the dad I was jerking
off. Beautiful man, a very Texas rancher look. He took his shirt off
slowly, wind whipping up underneath it, exposing what I could see of a nice
sexy body, and then while I was jacking his thick cock off through his
trousers, he undid the belt and dropped his cargo shorts, carefully
stepping out. Really beautiful, and he was stroking my biceps and squeezing
them, hypnotized. My other hand was jerking off a slight guy, looked like
he couldn't have been more than 20, a real cub. He had his shirt off, and
had a slender, lightly furred body, and a scruffy beard like the Latino
guys in Tyler. Beautiful cock too, a real throat stretching fat uncut one.


I heard thunder, and some of the lights around me winked out again,
annoyingly, and my cocksucker was in heaven. I wasn't going to cum fast,
and gave him all the access he wanted, as he licked and sucked my cock,
then with wet fingers pushed at my asshole. Everyone suddenly seemed to
hurry up. I lifted a leg slightly as I relaxed, and he gasped (not me!) as
he pushed in, and I squeezed his fingers. Instantly the Latin guy was also
fingering and stroking my asshole, grunting. A couple of guys now put
lights back on, and the Latin guy was stroking his cock like a jackhammer.
Not a moment later, he leaned back and began showering cum all over, as
guys got pissed and backed off. The wind was actually quite wild now, and I
felt relief from the temperature dropping a little bit. The daddy next to
me gently felt my ass, and rubbed a rough thick finger against my asshole.


I leaned over to kiss him as my cocksucker started doubling down on his
sucking, deepthroating and jacking me off back and forth until that, plus
the hot dad on my asshole, I knew I couldn't last much longer. I reached
awkwardly to stroke the soft curls on his chest as he pushed against my
asshole more forcefully, which I let him do until he was inside me, and I
felt him push against my prostate. That was it. "I'm cumming!" I announced
in full normal voice, and a few more camera lights clicked on, and my
cocksucker leaned back, shiny face, and hammered my cock, sucking on the
head off and on. Dad started massing my prostate, bolts of lightning in my
groin now, and a moment later the first jet of cum shot out of my cock all
over the cocksucker. Dad suddenly grunted and my hand felt wet with his
cum, and we both started shooting at the same time.


My cocksucker - I couldn't tell if he was swallowing - but while I came he
resumed deepthroat-jacking me, and I thought I would faint from the
sensation. Dad really ground his finger into my prostate, more and more cum
oozing all over my hand, until he finally put his other hand on mine to
keep me still. I shot maybe another half dozen small squirts for the
cocksucker, which landed on his face, and I realized he was twitching and
grunting, then he plunged my cock into his throat. He was shaking, and I
could barely see in the circle of light that he was jacking himself off. He
held my cock in his throat, swallowing, face flat against my groin until
after what seemed an unreal amount of time, he backed off, gasping and
taking in quick breaths. "Fuck that's what my throat needed!" he grinned,
as some of the lights winked out. Dad leaned over to me and I actually
smelled Old Spice.


"Better get out of here buddy," he whispered, in a hair-raising sexy voice.
"It's gonna rain like a horse pissing on a flat rock." I looked around, and
a lot of the guys had begun making their way back to the dirt road, their
little phones lighting the way, and I could see the trees whipping back and
forth. I felt a bit fat drop of rain on my nose, and got myself back
together, shirt on, in an instant, and didn't walk back to the road, I ran.
There was a crack of lightning, which blinded me a bit, but I got back to
my car just as more big fat drops rained down, then whammo – the rain hit.
I got off the dirt road back to the highway as fast as I could, not wanting
to get stuck, and then peering through the solid rainy gloom, drove on
south. I decided I'd just head all the way to Port Arthur, but I tell you,
I hate driving in pounding rain. "Ghost Lights" I thought, "Oh yeah!"



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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.