Date: Sun, 06 Dec 2015 23:18:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Road Trip Texas: South Padre Island

Road Trip Texas: Vol 3
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The next morning, I had to go over in my head the truckstop club in Laredo
to feel that it was real. It was real, real amazing. My throat was still
sore from those cocks. I decided it was beach time, and at 9am, I finally
got out of my hotel, towards South Padre Island. I had been texting back
and forth with Jamison in Dallas, who I knew liked the Dad/Son thing, and
told him about the evening, and that I was off to South Padre. Seems Pablo
and his son Romeo were well known, in some circles. Jamison told me to go
far above the Convention Bureau to find the nude beach, asked if I had a
GPS and gave me the coordinates (26.312972 97.200028 if you have to know).
I had an early stopoff lunch in Rio Grande city to break up the 4 hour
drive, and got in around 1pm. My sunburn from a few days ago was gone, and
I had a bit of a tan line I wanted to erase.

So after checking in at the beach Hilton Garden Inn, I started heading
north, and sure enough, after quite a ways and peeking over dunes now and
then, there were people lounging, no clothing. It was very hippy, and
chatty, and straight, so you can't have everything. Also, I guess for that
time of the year, most people were around my age, and it didn't take long,
walking up and down the beach to cool off, and, well, take in the sights, I
somehow had made friends with some couples. I guess because I didn't bite,
and I didn't look crazy. Actually we started talking about Paris, and the
wife in one of the couples was French, and that was that, we were
chattering away. Somehow I got invited to dinner that evening, which was
very kind to a stranger. I got in a good two hours of sun and sand, when
ominous black clouds started piling up, and sure enough, in the late
afternoon, the wind started whipping up, and that was that for a day in the
sun.

I ran like hell to get back to the car, and made my way back to the hotel,
rain absolutely pouring down like crazy, then clear. Before dinner with the
three couples I met – teacher and her husband a retired business executive,
an artist and his wife a musician, and a retired pair of doctors – this was
not where truck drivers and army people went apparently – I wanted to get a
gym in. Nice place in Port Isabel, and I had some nice color when I saw
myself there. My white beard and moustache looked kind of nuclear, the way
it glowed a bit against my skin, along with my blond hair, and a couple of
guys ended up asking (it's like a joke to me now) how old I was, and how
good shape I was in at my age. Yep. I got the only nice shirt I had taken
with me, and a light jacket (yes texbearjoe always has a tweed jacket and a
decent shirt), and went on to the dinner.

A superb, very expensive house, up on stilts as they do on the gulf. Dinner
started. And it went on. And on. I thought I talked a lot! There was one
extra couple there, since everyone I guess thought if they had a gay guy
then needed another gay couple, a set of dads. One was a real estate
developer, and his husband the dentist – tan, muscular, furry arms,
balding, pastel polo shirts, thick gold wedding rings, and shoes that
instantly told me they lived very comfortably. The brownish one had a very
light British accent. I thought they were going to faint they way they
gasped when they met me - I took my jacket off and they saw my biceps, and
whispered. They knew me from bigmusclebears.com from some time back. They
actually knew me when I set up websites to play with internet all the way
back in 1997, if you can believe. When they realized this, their mouths
opened and shut like fish out of water, and I finally had to say "I'm a
real person!" sort of defensively.

The rest of the guests were mystified, and we had a laugh over it, but the
guys stared at me the rest of the evening, talking together. I finally
figured it out, and at one point, after too much wine, whispered to them
"You do know, the stories are all true, but I never give out real names."
Frank and Harry turned bright red for a second, and stuttered. We were in
the process of moving from one room to another in the host's house, and
they whispered, "You mean the muscle guys, the dads, Paris, Acid, even the
dads and sons, the big dicks..." "Yes," I said, "You'd be surprised."  (I've
not told you of my decade in Europe, have I?). It started pouring again,
pounding rain against the windows and shattering lightning and thunder, and
I realized I wasn't going out anywhere that evening, which considering the
last few weeks, it was a blessing. Miriam, the teacher, got an alert on her
phone, there was another huge bang of lightning, the lights went out, and
that was that.

No driving on the roads until morning – the alert, and the cars were up
high, so it wasn't a problem – not a Hurricane – but local flooding. Frank
and Harry looked agitated, and excited at the same time. The hostess
instantly offered me one of the guest rooms to stay in, but Frank and Harry
somehow intercepted the offer, I still don't understand the language, but
they lived literally one door down in yet another amazing house apparently,
and it would be better, I think they said they had a generator or
something. Right, as though I want to walk through pouring rain to avoid
using the flashlight on my iPhone. I knew what Frank and Harry had in mind,
and so did I, so I agreed – "I'm fine with it, love to stay!" I wanted to
see what was under those Polo shirts. Then they started selling harder. My
car was parked under the house – it was on stilts, and I could drive to
their house and park under their house, and would never get wet.

They had a great guestroom, and I could take a Jacuzzi. I said, "Sounds
great, I'm in." Frank told me what good cook Harry was, and what a nice
breakfast he made, great for Bodybuilders. "Wonderful, I'd love to stay."
Harry extolled the virtues of the bed, which had some sort of digital
controls. "Oooh!" I said, grinning, "I'll sleep like a baby!" Frank and
Harry began interrupting each other over how restful beach life was, and
how other guests have so enjoyed themselves. I could see the other guests
were not unaware of what was going on as they began grinning, until my
French lady friend, who really enjoyed her wine, said, "I'm sure you guys
also make no noise at all fucking, so disturbing for guests. Enchanting."
and everyone died laughing. We did all meet on the nude beach after all.

"C'mon guys, I want to see the etchings in the guestroom," I said, and we
headed outside into 50-mile-an-hour winds. Even though my car was parked
below, I got soaked, and at their house – yes, a gas generator – they
fussed over me to get my clothes off, and "dry". I said "come here, I've
been waiting." And they came to me, with my shirt off, and wet pants, and I
put my arms around them for a big three-way kiss. Three bearded dads,
mouth-to-mouth, and they were shivering, then I pressed Frank to Harry so
they enjoyed each other as I took their shirts off. There's sometimes
nothing like a mature man – lightly furry back, good hard muscles, bit of a
belly, beard, and short hair. Like a lot of gay couples at their age, Harry
and Frank looked a little like brothers, grooming, dressing, looking,
talking alike, finishing each other's sentences, just as sweet as could be
with Harry – British accent, and Frank - Texas twang.

Frank had a nipple ring, Harry had a tattoo on his arm; Frank's body hair
was black with shots of grey, Harry brown. Both had a diamond stud in one
ear. We continued kissing, and they were so excited to have me there, they
couldn't stop talking about it, and I told them I hoped I could "Live down
to my image." We stripped down to underwear, and both men apologized about
not having horse cocks, and I burst out laughing, "You have read very
selectively." They looked at me and then talked about the published
stories, "Yes," I grinned. Then they realized that there were big dicks,
average dicks, and short wonderful cocks, and sputtered a bit talking. They
got out a nice bottle of wine as the storm continued howling, and we
continued talking, getting to know each other. I had to go to the bathroom
after all the drink from dinner, and to my surprise, they followed me in.

Well. I pulled my cock out and Harry immediately put his hand in the
stream, and licked his fingers. Frank asked if I minded – "Hell no!" and
Harry got on his knees, pinching his nipples, and opened his mouth, tongue
stuck out. "Feed him." Frank whispered, and I flopped my cock on his
tongue. Frank sucked at the tip, pursing his lips and looking up
expectantly. I was getting a hardon, which paradoxically makes it hard to
piss so I stood there straining to not fart while I tried to piss. Finally
a droplet came out again, and Harry grunted, twirling his nipple tips, and
another spurt came out, then the flood loosened up, gushing clear wine piss
into his mouth. He was gulping away as Frank held my cock, feeling the piss
rush through it, and Harry got a bonus feeding – it felt like I had a quart
in me. After a moment, my piss started to run down a little bit, and Harry
opened his mouth, and just let me fill it until I stopped, then he
swallowed greedily.

Frank kissed my shoulder, "Harry loves piss." "I told you," Harry said,
wiping his mouth on his hairy arm, "He gets into everything." Harry stood
up in front of me, Frank behind as the two men squeezed and hugged against
me, and I felt their cocks harden against my body. We headed back to the
kitchen, both men feeling and squeezing me, and I had one cock in each hand
– they even had duplicate cocks, though Harry was uncut. We stopped in the
hallway, kissing and groping each other, and then they pulled me into what
seemed to be the master bedroom. They quickly stripped off their underwear,
nice cocks bouncing up, and Harry got on his knees again, and started
sucking me. He was an expert, as only 50 years of dedicated cocksucking can
teach – all over my cockhead, sucking and squeezing it perfectly with his
lips and mouth, tongue playing with the slit.

He held the shaft licking from root to tip, playing with the rim, meanwhile
Frank was kissing me, kneading my chest and pinching my nipples.
Unfortunately, I don't have "wired" nipples, and he sensed that after a
moment, and I took his hands in mine. "I have wired pecs." He looked at me
strangely, and I put his open hands on my right pec, and flexed it. "Now
take a hold of it like a hamburger," I said, "It's big enough." "Fucking
right!" He said, and I replied, "Now, pull gently." He did, which sets off
sheets of sensation sliding through my muscle, and he saw me get
goosebumps. He held the chest, pulling a little more, and then I held his
mouth down to the nipple, "Time to eat." He chewed my nipple lightly, then
open-mouthed pulled my muscles into his mouth, and became ravenous, back
and forth on my chest while Harry was working his way to deepthroating my
cock.

"Should I piss in his throat later?" I asked Frank, and Harry gave out a
huge whine just before I pushed his head on my cock, cutting him off. Frank
laughed, and said, "It's a dream." I was jacking Frank's cock the whole
time, and feeling his furry ass, and his nice furry body, holding Harry's
head, then Frank whispered, "Harry's a bottom." I almost said something
sarcastic, but it came out "I know, I want his ass." Frank nodded and Harry
was going to town on my cock now, really full-length sucking with a deep
vacuum pull, playing with his nipples as he sat. "Do you mind?" Frank
asked, and pulled out some bottles of poppers, and fed Harry. One. Two.
Three. Four hits. Harry's tan face was turning ruddy as he began making
gargling sounds, sucking on my cock. He sucked in in his throat, swallowing
to massage it, tears running down his face.

He sat there for minutes as Frank and I necked and played, then pulling
away, he tried to talk but there were still too many poppers. He jumped on
the bed, pulling me, and I climbed on him, face between my legs. I pushed
my cock back in his mouth (my cock is pretty flexible, and curves down –
perfect for face fucking), and began fucking his throat, when Frank fed him
some more poppers, and then I felt Frank behind me, lifting Harry's legs. A
moment later, slurping sounds came from behind, and I saw Frank rimming
Frank, shaking his head hard, burying into his hairy hole, holding onto
Franks beautiful uncut cock that was pointing straight up and oozing. I
heard a drawer pull, then Frank was squealing and I looked back – Frank had
a really surprisingly nasty looking dildo held with both hands, and was
ramming it in and out of Harry's ass, bam bam bam!

I looked down, and Harry was frowning, mouth completely occupied with my
cock, and turning reddish purple. I pulled out, and asked if he was OK,
"Yesyesyes" he whispered, "OOOOH!" then he cried out, as Frank rammed the
dildo in to the base. I pulled off of Harry, watching the scene, then got
back on Harry's face, getting him to rim me as I leaned down to watch Frank
work his hole. Frank pulled the dildo all the way out, then spitting on his
cock, rammed it in Harry, and began fucking him roughly. Frank was whining
with his mouth full, nipples in full twist and cock dripping when Frank
then began worming the dildo in Harry, beside the cock! The rubbery head
popped in, and then he manipulated something at the base, and the dildo
began buzzing. Harry let go of my asshole, and expert rimming, and
screamed, "FUCK YES!" and resumed his expert sucking on my asshole.

Frank pulled the dildo out, and looked at it for a moment, and then shoved
back in, Harry whining and slurping on my asshole the hole time. Frank left
the dildo in, then pulled his cock out, and jacked off, crouching as he
slapped the bottom of the dildo with his hand, sending waves of erotic
torture through Harry. I began jacking Harry's cock at that point, and
licked all around and under the foreskin, then sucked the head in my mouth
while Frank watched. It was perfect size for sucking, and I was able to get
it all in my mouth, tongue rolling around and around when Harry barked out
"poppers poppers Frank", and took another huge couple of sniffs. I raised
my ass up, and pushed my cock back in Harry's mouth and slammed down,
straight into his throat as he flailed his arms.

Frank was still slapping and pummeling the base of the vibrating Dildo when
Harry began fumbling at my face, and frantically pulling at his cock. I
felt his balls, and knew that was it, and a moment later, Harry was
shuddering and blowing a huge wad, filling my mouth with sweet cum. Over
and over he shot, dildo ramming into him, my cock choking his throat as I
lifted my hips, and he finally gasped, "OH fucking too FAST! GOD!" and I
pulled away from him, letting some cum run down the shaft. Frank leaned
over instantly and licked it off, "Just let him rest." "Cum fast, cum
often, I always say!" I whispered, grinning, and Frank slowly pulled the
dildo out of Henry's ass. I fell over sideways on the bed, playfully, and
Frank climbed up with us kissing me again and working my muscles.

Harry lay there gasping for a moment, then crawled up in between us, and
announced he needed water. "I need water too, I've got to feed you!" I
said, and Henry trotted off quickly, bringing back several bottles of
water. "Need you very well hydrated," he grinned, and Frank curled up a
bit, presenting his hairy asshole to me. "I don't bottom," he said, "But,
fuck, I'd love to feel your weight and that big cock!" Harry sat back,
watching his husband shove his ass at me, and I leaned over and poured a
drop of water on it, making him gasp from the cold, and began licking his
hole, twirling my tongue and then pulling his cheeks apart. His ass was
like rock, where Harry's ass was muscular, but pliable.

Frank stiffened under me as I licked and rimmed him, then he gradually
relaxed as I worked more and more into his tiny tight hole. I stood up
beside the bed and pulled him over, to his surprise, and simply lifted his
legs and clamped my mouth on his hole, actually biting it a bit, and
chewing gently on his asslips. "Oh my god, what am I getting into!" He
laughed, and I was able to push my tongue up inside his shaft a little as
Harry cuddled up with him, kissing his husband. I stood up, then Frank
immediately wanted to "Wait wait," but I grabbed some lube off the dresser
and had two fingers in his hole. He gasped, and Harry began pinching his
nipples, and fed Frank some poppers. I had three fingers in him in a
moment, and then greasing up my cock, put the head at his hole. "Wait,
wait!" he began again, and I simply shoved forward and popped my head in
his incredibly tight hole.

He stiffened up, and gasped, panting slightly, "I don't know if this is a
good idea," he said, and I told him to relax. That never works of course
commanding someone to relax, so I swung my hand in a big arc, and with an
open palm slapped his ass. I love pushy tops that want to "bottom". He
gasped, as did Harry, and he looked at me with huge wide-open eyes. His
cock was suddenly stiff and pointing up. I took my other hand, and slapped
his ass again, loudly, and felt my cock slide in a few inches. He was so
shocked, and I heard Harry say "Sauce for the gander." At that point,
holding his legs, I pushed my cock all the way in and Frank dropped his
head back, groaning and gnashing his teeth, his asshole practically biting
my cock off. "Let go!" I yelled at him, and winked at Harry. I gave his ass
a final hard slap, and he relaxed, struggling and gasping, and I pulled out
and gave him a hard shove with my cock.

Harry fed Frank some hits of poppers, and I saw a red flush move over his
chest. I began pulling back out slowly, feeling every inch of his rectum,
then I shoved back in, almost to the root. He was too tight – all the blood
was getting squeezed out of my cock. I looked down – goodness, there was a
dildo. I pulled my cock out, and flipped the dildo on, and pushed it into
Frank, as he had to Harry. Frank tried to speak out, but his mouth had gone
dry, and as I shoved the dildo in and out of his ass, I took hold of his
cock and started jacking him. Finally, I was moving the dildo with my knee
and hip in him, jacking him from tip of his cock to base over and over.
Frank was going wild, shaking his head, and begging Harry to hold him. I
abruptly pulled the dildo out and shoved my cock back in, and Frank went
wild.

He was nice and open, and I held his hips and began fucking him in a
frenzy, slamming in like a battering ram, and all the muscles in my body
squeezing to give him a ride. Frank looked down and whispered, "Harry, look
at that! Don't let him hurt me." I looked at Harry, and he winked at me as
I continued fucking Frank, his cock flopping back and forth like a fast
metronome. Frank gave out a low groan, "Oh God Harry, it's so fucking good,
Fuck, Fuck OH FUCK!" and with that, I took hold of his cock again, jacking
him slowly stem to stern. Harry started pinching Frank's nipples hard,
really digging in – I could see why they were so long – and Frank's breath
came now in a fast pant. Then I stopped, pulling out abruptly. Frank looked
down, with a big "O" of surprise, and I said, "I've got to take a break,"
smirking. Frank was on the edge of cumming, and I wanted my "top" to get
the full "bottom" treatment.

I took a bottle of water and coolly took a drink, as Frank and Harry
rearranged somewhat on the bed. "Like that buddy?" I asked, and Frank
laughed. I crawled up in between them, and hugged them together as we began
talking. Frank and Henry knew many men from this very fancy neighborhood –
they were the go-to guys for some of the "straight" husbands to get a fuck,
or get fucked, and I heard all about the guys from dinner this evening. I
began wondering as we talked about that table by the bed, and looking in, a
fleshlight, butt plugs, some wrist restraints, and a double-headed dildo
"Look here!" I said, pulling the double-header out. I put it to one side.
"Hey", Henry said, and he opened the nightstand next to him. Out came a
very nicely rolled joint. All of had a brief puff, and then another, and
another. One thing about a joint – I can get extremely horny, and
aggressive, and this was just the perfect kind.

My cock started buzzing! We went to the kitchen again, storm raging over
the water in front of us, and Frank said, "Harry, I think I'm going to get
hungry." Harry trotted off, then back with a bottle of Cognac, and then
fussed in the refrigerator, and out came some Brie, Goat Cheese, a
beautiful Oude Amsterdam, and a super runny cheese. I scooped up a tiny bit
with a knife – "Brillat Savarin!" and both men looked at me with a funny
expression. "Oh my god, it's my favorite!" The men were shocked that I knew
what it was. I was very buzzed, and horny now, "Let's put the try in
Botrytis." Henry laughed, and wobbled off again, and brought back a wine –
a quite deep brown Chateu Y'Quem. To my shock he popped the cork off, and
poured some glasses. I started laughing – "That's a good thousand bucks!"
Frank made a gagging sound, but Henry threw back a glass, as did I.

We dug into the cheeses, laughing, and I paused to keep feeding myself with
a bottle of water. I was getting very horny, and being slightly
out-of-control, I got up at a certain point, and dipped my cock in Chateau
Y'Quem. It burned, but I pulled Henry's face down to the head of my cock
and pushed it in his mouth. He took to it like a baby at a nipple,
stumbling and falling down from his chair to suck me, instantly
deepthroating and gagging on my cock. The pot made me slow. My cock slid in
his mouth so slowly, and his sucking lips pulling on it was a delightful
agony. He kneaded his lips slightly, then holding the shaft, he ran his
finger under the edge of the helmet, and I heard a noise – it was me
yelling "aaaaaaAAAAA". He sucked the cock back in his mouth when I felt a
beard on my ass. I put my leg up on the table feeling a cool then burning
sensation on my asshole, and I realized Henry was anointing me with the
wine.

He began sucking my asshole, then paused. Slower. Henry's lips were at the
base of my cock, and he was swallowing the head, then slowly pulling back
out, all the tissues of my cock being ground against his tongue, and roof
of his mouth, then I felt cold glass pressed to my asshole. Frank roughly
pushed me over, and I knew he wanted to pour wine in my hole. I sloppily
pushed Henry back, and bent over as far as I could. Henry pushed the bottle
in my ass, dribbling the Y'Quem in, then pulled back, and started sucking
it back out of my hole. I stood up, some of the sauterne down my leg, Frank
licking it up with Henry, kissing between my legs. Both moved every so
slowly up my legs, Frank back on my asshole, stretching it open, biting my
asslips and slurping his tongue around. Henry opened his mouth very wide,
not touching my cock until the head slid against the roof of the mouth, and
pushing into his throat.

I popped into his throat, electric prickles of sensation gliding up my cock
from his throathole, and then his lips closed slowly on the shaft, wrapping
it in velvet heat. Frank was sliding fingers in and out of my open asshole,
and I decided to sit down for a moment. Henry was connected to my cock, and
Frank stepped over him dangerously, Henry's head between his legs as he
held his cock up to me. I leaned over and slurped it in, and immediately
tasted the cheese we had just eaten. I moaned and sucked his thick cock in
my mouth, wondering how Henry could take it, as sizes of things started
changing in front of me. Henry's mouth was so big at one moment, then so
tight, I wanted to see what he was doing, more and more electric shocks
going through into my balls, it was so amazing. I stood up and pulled at
Henry and Frank back to the bedroom and we moved back in, and Henry again
lit the joint.

I waved it away for a second, but then took a puff, along with Frank who
had brought the bottle along. We continued talking and laughing now, and
Henry rolled back on his furry back, and held his knees, asshole up towards
me. Frank pushed the bottle against it, filling his hole with Y'Quem, and I
leaned down to suck on it, it was just amazing, my mouth felt like it was
being kissed, and so exciting. I lapped up his hole, and sticking fingers
in I wasn't sure how many I got in. Henry was moaning as Frank played with
my asshole, pulling my cock backwards into his mouth, sucking on it. I
pulled Henry towards me, and shoved my cock in his hole. Frank moved
around, and shoved his fat cock in Henry's mouth. Henry was completely
buried in dad cock, and moaning and crying out. Frank couldn't quite plug
his throat hole, so I heard nonstop whining and slurping in front of me,
and both men kind of fused together in my mind.

My own cock was rippling back and forth in his hole, feeling like it was a
mile long, and I didn't feel like I could take it much longer. I had to
piss. I reached over, a mile away it seemed, and took the poppers. I held
them in my fist, and took 2, or was it 4 or 10 hits, and handed them to
Frank. He started sniffing as my mind melted, and at that, Henry took
poppers, and I thought, "So much easier with a washcloth!" I looked at
Harry's beautiful ass, and Frank grunted, "Slap it. Like you did me." I
gave Harry a huge whack, and he yelled like he was cumming. Looking down, I
saw two white hand-shaped marks on his ass. I slapped again, Harry shaking
his head and begging for more, "Spank my fucking ass Daddy!" and so I did,
light taps at first, then hard firm slaps. I shouldn't do that on pot, I
kept seeing handprints on his ass, even through the fur. I realized that I
was going to cum fucking, but it wasn't cumming, my mind had melted. Have
you ever pissed on poppers? I recommend it.

Holding his ankles, I began pissing a flood of urine in his ass, and now
spanking him too. Henry began groaning - after two bottles of water, I had
a lot to give. His hole was bottomless, and my bladder was wildly full, and
I thought I'd make Henry explode. He began slurping and groaning, then
slowly pulling away from Frank. I continued pissing as we slid across the
bed, then popping out Henry stumbled to the bathroom with Frank and us
behind him. He stepped into the huge shower and bent back over, holding his
heels, as I plugged my cock back in and continued pissing, Frank pissing on
Henry's face. Henry was jacking off frantically, then cried out, shooting
cum on the floor as he completely relaxed his asshole, my piss gushing back
out and Henry's leg's buckling as he dropped on the floor of the shower
moaning.

I played in Frank's piss, splashing on Henry who sat with mouth wide-open,
then we all started laughing uncontrollably. Frank turned the shower on and
we all yelled as ice-cold water splashed out, and a moment later we were
wrapped in towels stumbling back to the bedroom. Frank and Henry climbed in
the bed, and I said "No no no!" and pulled them to the floor on the towels.
They began kissing as I went over to get the big dildo, and Frank whispered
a "No, Please!" and started laughing. I greased up the dildo, and took a
washcloth I had grabbed in the bathroom and held the poppers over both
their mouths, loading them up. Frank crouched, his shoulders against he
floor moaning, Henry pushing his hairy ass against Frank's and I slowly
slid the dildo in. The dildo slid in perfectly, and Frank was surprisingly
open as I pushed it in, and suddenly, I saw the long dildo between the two
men.

Frank was shivering and groaning against the ground, and I pulled their
hips together until their asses met. Frank and Harry both cried out, and
pulled apart, then I slammed them together again, getting them in a rhythm,
and with both hands slapped their asses very hard just to keep them
focused. Their minds were melting, clearly, as they cried out to each
other. I pulled them apart, and they fell over on the ground, and I slapped
their asses, and pulled them up on the bed. The were lying facing apart
again, and I slowly pushed the dildo back in for the two guys, and wondered
how I would get them to suck me, I didn't understand the geometry. It was
the pot. I realized Frank was near me, and as the two men shoved their
asses together, I got down on Frank's face and shoved my cock in, and he
gagged, but was to stoned.

I held his mouth open, and started fucking his mouth and throat, he was
gagging and drooling like crazy, Henry moaning out loud as I saw the dildo
fall out of Frank – Harry had practically sucked it all in his ass! I
lunged forward, pulling half of it out and shoved back in Frank as the two
men ground their asses together, I moved them at angles and crossed their
legs so they wouldn't move apart. Frank and Henry began flexing one leg,
which shoved them together, and they both cried out again, and I climbed up
on Frank, my top man. I got his face between my knees, and shoving my cock
in, started a hard fuck, but remembered the poppers. I pulled out, woozily
re-loading the washcloth, then held it over his face until he turned red.
My bad. I shoved my cock in, and intent on him cumming, I flopped forward,
his cock in my mouth, and reaching down, grabbed his nipples.

That did it! I pinched them as hard as I could sucking his fat cock and
Frank just went bonkers, thrashing around, until I realized he had to
breathe. I crawled up for a second as he gasped, then just at the right
moment, pushed back in his mouth, and pinching his nipples, Harry slamming
the huge dildo in his ass, I realized I  was the one that was going to cum.
So not a moment later, I felt my whole body go rigid, and squeezing against
Frank I began shooting cum into his mouth and throat. Frank struggled, and
I pinched harder, and then he gushed and flooded cum in my mouth as he
bucked on the bed, each frantic movement shoving the dildo harder up his
ass as Henry cried out. I reached forward, and grabbing Henry's cock, I
glanced and saw him twirling his nipples, mouth wide open gasping as cum
churned out of his uncut head.

Frank was still gushing into my mouth, as he got stiller, and I felt a
cramp coming on in my calf. Excruciating, and I had to throw myself to one
side, orgasm still rippling through me, and I grabbed my leg to pull my
foot to stop the cramp. Frank and Henry somehow jumped to attention, asking
what was wrong, and I said I worked my calf too hard. Frank burst out
laughing, and said it was my cock he was sucking, not my leg. Henry said
something about a third leg that struck all of us as so incredibly funny,
we burst out laughing and couldn't stop. We were shaking and hugging each
other laughing, tears streaming out of our eyes, and then there was a big
thump as the dildo fell on the floor and we saw it bounce up and bounce off
the wall.

Gasoline on a fire, that was the funniest thing we Ever Saw! My god we
laughed, and cuddled together, and drank more of the Chateau Y'Quem from
the bottle, and slowly quieted down. I kept drinking water, my mouth was
incredibly dry from the pot, and at a given moment, we all looked at each
other and ran to the kitchen like teenagers. We ripped into the last of the
cheese, a very nice plate of sauerkraut and linked sausages, and a fucking
key lime pie. Ravenous. I was in ecstasy, I'd not had that many decent
calories in weeks, and was still horny, and sat jacking off a bit in
between bites with the naked guys. I wanted to cum again I decided, and
started jacking off full-force. I got Frank and Harry to snuggle up against
me and sucking their semi hardons, I got so excited feeling all the fur of
their crotches in my face.

With Harry's short hairy cock in my mouth, I wanted more, moaning, when
Frank reached down. He crammed two fingers in my mouth beside Harry's cock
and to my surprise, pulled Harry's balls, Harry gasping, and popped them
between his fingers and they popped in my mouth. I flashed back to the "Joe
Blow" I loved to do at Muscle Ranch a few years back. I was practically
gagging for some reason, so much cock and balls in my mouth pushing in all
directions. I could feel Harry's cock starting to get harder and longer in
my mouth which at that moment, blew my mind. I had the sensation that small
living creature was tickling my mouth, and pushing against my throat. With
every nerve ending in my mouth being stimulated now, I started twitching
and jerking on the chair, and fell off cumming all over my self and the
floor, mouth plugged with Harry's junk, moaning and gurgling.

Magnificent. The guys sat down again, playing with each other's nipples and
eating as I sat on my hands and knees for a moment, catch my bearings,
panting. Looking up, it was then I noticed the storm stopped, and we went
out on the deck in front of the kitchen, looking at stars peeking out
between the remainder of the clouds, and a beautiful sea. It was quite
warm, and muggy, and we sat on lounge chairs for the better part of an
hour, in our own cloudy thoughts. The guys played with their nipples and
jacked me off – sitting between them – listlessly, as I wondered what was
in the black box in the nightstand, under the restraining cuffs, and what
did the electric cord in that drawer connect to, until we all fell asleep
in the hot night breeze and I dreamed of plates of roast chicken, honey
baked ham, deviled eggs, turkey, stuffing, mounds of potatoes with gravy,
and hot buttermilk biscuits from my grandmother, smothered in southern
gravy.




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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.