Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 17:14:04 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Timberfell Stories: Hike

Timberfell Stories

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changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some
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 Arriving back at Timberfell, I thanked Cary and Bruce for the outing, and
I actually felt my skin slightly tender from the sun, which was nice. I get
quite pink, then it fades to brown so wouldn't look so pasty for the Daddy
weekend that was rapidly approaching. I also realized that I was having gym
withdrawal syndrome, and felt like my body was shrinking, otherwise known
as megarexia. I decided to head out to a larger size gym in nearby
Kingsport, and in discussion with some guys at the lodge, they wanted to
come too; so the three of us piled in, and drove along in the convertible
three hairy muscle bears. Of course, nobody knew what to think of us in the
gym – many of the men were there to maintain their bodies, and then three
over-the-top hairy bodybuilders come in and like machines storm through the
weights.

There were some high school boys with dads, one guy who looked like a coach
of sorts, and many middle-aged golf-club-style guys who were intensely into
cardio and quite low weights. The place has one of the more bizarre and
interesting of machines I've used, the resistance for lifting a weight
seems to be electromagnetically generated, and as you lift a very linear
motion, the weight stress increases, but dramatically. I always get an
amazing pump from that sort of machine, as did Ed and Amory with me. We
headed into the shower room which was one huge wide-open room with guys
washing, one or two a little too intently, but "nothing naughty going on
around here" kind of feeling, though the "Coach" character seemed fixated
on listening to us talk about Timberfell.

I do enjoy seeing multiple generations of bodies – teenagers, their dads,
and their granddads together, I think it actually sets a realistic tone
about lacking shame of bodies, how they age but the person is still loved.
I'm the most shameless of all of course. We picked up some lunch and headed
to Timberfell, and I wanted to get clothes off my skin, but not hand around
the pool through afternoon so I decided it was a great time for a hike. You
can start on a trail that begins somewhere behind the gate building at the
entrance, and then you make a huge circle around the "Y" of Timberfell,
going over the ridge by the main road, around back, up the hill, and slowly
back down to the holler I saw the first morning. By the lodge, I found a
birch sapling, and was able to snap it off, and peel the bark to make a
relatively smooth stick.

I put a square teeshirt on the ground, then packed some water and snacks,
my sex kit, a book of blotter paper, and some moist towels in a plastic
package, and tied up the bindle on the stick. I had my big Timberland boots
on, and began walking naked to the front trail with everyone watching me,
bag swinging on the branch against my shoulder. I explained that there were
an enormous number of orchids along the trail, depending on whether it was
more pine, more marshy, and more oak/marsh and acidic. Everyone looked at
me like I was slightly mad, but I grinned and started off, bag on my stick
on my shoulder. It's sort a perfect hike through light woods with a
reasonable trail, I expected to be out for an hour or two enjoying the
countryside by myself.

As I expected, I came across a lot of different plant life – when I walk
through woods, it's like a huge book opening up to me, and without people
around I didn't have to explain and describe – it's an irresistible
compulsion that I got over when I got older. I was one of those extremely
irritating children that knew everything – I read books a day, had a
phenomenal memory, and was happy to stay away from not the most fun
parents. I also liked to be by myself to think about things occasionally –
I read in the New York Times how many people really dislike being alone and
not entertained or distracted, I'm the opposite, I enjoy introspection.
However, I knew towards the end of the trail, I was probably not going to
be alone, since Timberfell was filling up – rapidly – and guys did like to
take little jaunts through the woods.

At sort of the 'crest' of the trail, where the underbrush was thinner, you
could begin to see more of the rolling hills around Timberfell, and how
beautiful it all was, almost no sign of people. I stopped to sit for a
moment, and eat. I eat all the time. Also, being naked outside made me
horny, and I stroked my cock for a second, plumping it up as I smelled the
woods and dirt around me, and thought for a moment about what happened
after the Lake trip with my Dad. He was silent and woozy, and had started
to ask odd questions about what looked very bad – Joe naked with two guys,
but he said, "Did you see Vern's, uh, dick?"... I was kind of surprised, and
pissed off that he was drinking and I was wondering what he was curious
about. "Yes." I replied, almost sullenly." He was breathing deeply in and
out.

"What did it look like?" He said, trying to keep his eye on the road. I
really didn't know how to describe it. "Well, It had a big purple head.
Like a plum." I thought my Dad was going to have a heart attack, the way he
was breathing. "It was about as long as mine." That did it. I heard him
grunt, and his face turned bright red, and his steering was slightly
erratic. My Dad gradually regained his composure, and kept driving, not
saying anything. At Timberfell, I heard a little rumbling in the distance,
though I couldn't see any clouds. I kept stroking my cock, just my
forefinger under the shaft, back and forth now, until I felt a bit of
wetness from precum. My cockhead was very shiny, like when I jacked off as
a kid – I don't look at my cock much when I jack off nowadays.

I opened my bag and got a silicone cockring and put it on, looking at how
veiny and pumped my cock got. I heard more rumbling as I continued jacking,
thinking of Vernon and the lake day – I hadn't thought of that in years and
years. I know now what my Dad's motivations were but back then it was all a
mystery. I decided I maybe better get a move on before some rain came up
while I was an hour away from Timberfell, so I knotted the bindle with my
trash back on my stick, up over my shoulder and I continued walking now
down the other side of the trail, and camp – the "Right Arm" of the Y that
was Timberfell. My cock bounced up and down against my leg, and it felt
nice, just a slight tweak every step or so, and I saw more orchids, these
were called Rattlesnake Plantain, along the trail.

I bent to look at them and my cock dragged on the bare leaves, tickling and
prickling the head a little bit, but I swayed, it felt interesting. I stood
up and dusted off the litter that stuck to my precum, and continued
walking, seeing dark green I the distance, and off the trail I came upon a
very small stand of "Puttyroot", broad oval leaves that were pleated – a
bit rare, actually. The rest of the trail was a gorgeous summer day kind of
trail in the forest, with more rumbling, and I thought about a guy I worked
for one summer, who had a big greenhouse. Wonderful man, and his son was
the handsomest man I had ever seen – Mid-20's, worked with his Dad in the
greenhouse. I heard however that one other high school guy that worked for
him had a pass made at him by the Orchid Man, and that was that.

I was not allowed to work there, and I was doubly infuriated – I loved
working in the greenhouse, learning quite a bit, which I would miss; also
infuriating was I wasn't the one the older man made a pass at. I burst out
laughing in the forest, walking, feeling the annoyance I remembered, and
then I heard some voices far, far up ahead of me. I came upon a very small
clear spot after another ten minutes, with a tent, of all things! Usually
guys camped down but the guys here were completely naked, hairy, bearded
guys, boots were all, and caps. At most of the camping sites, as I
mentioned before, most guys still wore clothes. I don't know who was more
surprised, the three men, or me – I'd really never seen a camp so far away
from the main lodge.

"Lordy!" was all one guy could say, and I guess my cock had been dripping
precum while I stood there. The walk was quite nice, my wet cock rubbing on
my thighs as it bounced. The guys were sitting in folding camp chairs, and
one was on like an inflatable camouflage chair couch, and there was a
super-sized blanket on the blanket. All three men had hardons. "Uh, Hi!" I
said, grinning – all three guys were staring at my cock, or something, not
my face, mouths open. "You guys  OK?" I asked – I thought they were stoned.
Suddenly all three were talking, and clearly embarrassed at being so
silent, hopped up and shook my hand, like we were at church, and I asked
how they ended up camping so far from Timberfell. "Well, we don't much like
wearing clothes..." one said, "Neither do I," I laughed, "but, well, you can
be naked all over."

Seems they felt uncomfortable making guys uncomfortable, but I think it was
more that they were sitting there jacking off together in the woods, which
they couldn't really do without comments in the campgrounds; the ground
looked we in front of their chairs. "Look like there's some Dew on that
Lily," I said, pointing to Lordy's cock. "Mike" was his name, and he said,
"Looks like you too honey, come on over", and at that, handed me a clear
squeeze bottle. I put my stick and pack down, and sat on the blanket, back
to the "couch", and squirted my cock, looking at the guys, who were pulling
closer. "Damn," Mike said, then Butler and DJ chimed in, passing the
jack-off bottle around, creaming up their cocks. Mike sat closer now, then
looked confused for a second, staring at me, then sidled over.

He got on his knees on the blanket, jacking off a beautiful cut cock,
squeezing and really enjoying the show he was making, and grunting as he
touched all the right spots. His cock was fat and short, and he pressed
against the push at the base now and then, making it prominent, then
jacking it off, squeezing from base to tip, then the whole cock in his
hand, groaning. It was like we were in a crazy porn film, and he was in a
solo scene for a moment. He was really a hot fucker, and in other
circumstances, I'd have grabbed him to come to my room with me, he looked
perfect to sleep with for a night or more, very cuddly, thick. DJ kind of
slid forward on the couch, and jacked off his very pink cock, then lifted a
leg up slowly, boot on the couch, and then slid a finger in his hole.

Butler was quiet, just jacking a nice skinny and longer cock with a huge
bush of reddish brown hair at the base, head turning to watch all three of
us in front of his chair. He had a narrow ruff of hair on his chest, mostly
in the middle, but up around his collar bone I could only see his beard.
Mike got closer, and I looked at him – wide ruff of fur on his chest, not
much on his nice masculine thick belly, tan arms and a tan line on his
bicep – outdoor working man -  then very white body. Mike reached over and
put his rough hand on my cock, and I let him take a hold of it squeezing
it, and stroking, he knew exactly how to make a cut cock feel good. DJ
groaned, and let his cock flop up on his belly, and started playing more
intently with his asshole.

He actually also got on the blanket, and turned around, ass towards us, and
started pushing his fingers in his hairy hole, twisting his hand – not shy
at all. What a hairy greasy hole. He grunted and really worked his ass for
a show, stroking his cock now and then. He was younger than the other too,
very sexy lean body, same brownish-red fur as Mike, and I felt suddenly
they could be brothers. They even had the same way of jacking their cocks –
slowly, then bursts of fierce stroking, then slow squeeze over and over.
Butler silently stood up and came over, stroking his long cock right in
front of me as Mike stroked mine and his, and we were all three locked in
the same rhythm, Mike beginning to groan. "Boys, you got to feel this
muscle Daddy!"

Butler had already started, rubbing my shoulders with one hand, then down
over my chest, bending and grunting as he felt all over my upper body,
finally rubbing his long cut cock on my shoulder gently. DJ crawled over
the blanket in front of me and Mike, still rubbing and finger-fucking
fucking his ass. He slowly backed up closer and closer to where I was
sitting, and Mike began fingering his hole, then jacking my cock, back and
forth. Butler rubbed his cock against my beard, and I felt that huge ruff
of fur at the base against my ear, and I turned my head and pushed my lips
out, kissing the tip, then licking it. Butler grunted, and moved around to
my other side, away from Mike, and jacked himself off a little bit, putting
the head on my lips. It was a perfect sucking cock – not too thick,
longish, perfect width to get a good grip inside my mouth.

I pushed my lips out again, sucking at the head until it slid in, and
Butler made an Mmmfff sound, and I heard more rumbling in the background
along with it. Fuck, I was very horny now, having been edging the prior
half hour or more. I sucked in Butler's beautiful cock while Mike really
dug into DJ's hole, twisting his hand and fingers, then DJ reaching back to
help him. I felt up to Butler's balls with my free hand, they were really
buried in his fur – nice pair of big walnut-sized nads, and I stroked them
as I sucked his cock further in my mouth. He bent over slightly and put his
hands on my head, and started fucking against me, grunting with each thrust
into my mouth. I started adjusting to the rubbery fat rod, making sure it
was going to all be touched as much as possible.

I kind of made a tube with my tongue and roof of my mouth that he fucked
into, when he suddenly started talking and cursing under his breath,
fucking my face harder and harder. I enjoyed the silky and salty head
sliding in and out, ramming the back of my throat over and over. DJ got up
suddenly, and walked away into the tent as Mike began working my cock with
both hands, hand-over-hand sliding down. He watched me carefully, squeezing
the cockhead with his slick hand, and then jerking up and down lightly in a
very rapid light motion that sent sparks through my dick. He was an expert!
Mike was now in a perfect fuck rhythm in my mouth, saying incoherent things
and slowing down, speeding up, and pausing now and then, finally telling me
that was the best Daddymouth.

DJ re-appeared with a huge dildo, and what looked like a silicone tube. "OH
HELL YEAH!" Mike said, and got the tube, squirting lube in it, and
positioned it over my cock. With one slide, I my right leg shot out, and
the electric sensation down my cock almost had me choking on Butler's cock,
I couldn't think for a moment. I don't know where it came from, but he
flipped a switch, and it suddenly not only was it tight, but it felt like
an iron hand was tickling my cockhead and rim, completely driving me crazy.
I doubled my suck of Butler, and DJ awkwardly set the big dildo on the
ground – there was nothing that the suction cup could hold onto – and
squatting down, tried to get the big head in his ass. Mike was going crazy
controlling my cock – and my body – while he was jacking himself off now
like crazy.

DJ finally got the Dildo in his ass, pushing it in and out, watching me
going crazy being worked by Mike, when Butler grunted and his grip on my
head hardened. I tasted precum in my mouth, and he rubbed it along my
tongue making it more slick than it already was, then shoved his cock in
hard. A gush of cum squirted in my mouth and he went rigid as I gulped it
down, wondering if I could hold off cumming. Mike yelled, "He's a feeder
boys!" and Butler thrust and worked his cock in my mouth, no more squirts.
DJ laughed, "OH I got some juice for him too!" Suddenly Butler emitted
another couple of gushes, and gave off a high-pitched, mouth-closed
"NGGGGG!" and pulled back, his cock dripping now, and he was bent-kneed,
holding his cock.

I leaned further back now on the couch, my cock like an electric pole
coming up out of my crotch with that jack-off thing on it, and Mike pulled
it off briefly. My cock was angry red, and looked swollen to bursting,
covered with juicy lube. Mike was gaga, looking at it closely, then
stroked, while DJ continued to fuck himself, and jacked off watching. Mike
stroked my cock very gently, as Butler sat down, his cock also wet and
throbbing, bobbing in front of him. He put the sleeve back on it again, and
I moaned, feeling like sex electricity was running all up and down it now.
DJ put one leg up, and standing, walked over to me bow-legged, the big
dildo still in his ass, and Mike reached up and shoved it, twisting while
DJ jacked off right in my face.

He had a sexy curved cock, and grunted "Here it goes Daddy!" and at that,
started shooting on my mouth and beard. I struggled to lean forward,
touching his cockhead with my lips as I watched Mike slap at the base of
the dildo, shoving DJ forward and his cock slid in my mouth, more slimy
sperm feeding me now. I didn't swallow it immediately, but just savored it,
feeling my cock just absolutely worked over, almost beyond cumming. DJ
stumbled backwards, and holding onto the dildo squatted down and let it out
of his ass, shaking his head. More thunder rumbled, and I looked over.
Butler's cock was at full mast. Mike stood up, by me, and began jacking
himself off with both hands while DJ held the sleeve on my cock, mesmerized
with the sliding up and down and my shiny red cockhead popping in and out.

Then there was Butler again, jacking off. Mike squeezed his bloated cock,
pressing against his groin to make it stick out, then jacking fast again,
over and over, getting closer to me, and then I actually felt Butler's
finger at my mouth, literally pulling it open and Mike shoved his fat short
cock in. Another blast of cum, and I swallowed it while Mike bellowed and
cursed at me to swallow all that juice. He backed off, and there was Butler
again, and he actually stepped over me, and squatted down, pushing his cock
into my mouth, and finally, my head locked against the inflatable couch,
pushed it into my throat. "DID IT!" He said, and Mike and DJ both said
"HELL YEAH!" and at that, Mike got on his knees on the couch and tried to
fuck my throat, but the couch did not cooperate, bouncing him around
crazily.

Mike put his hands on Butler's back, and helped him get more still and
balance, while DJ, still hypnotized by my cock, stroked it up and down, up
and down. "Ain't you gonna cum?" He said to my cock, and at that, pulled
the sleeve up and off. Butler was fucking my throat, and Mike held onto him
moving to the side, when I felt the most amazing HOT sensation on my ass, a
nice grip on the head, then a sleeve of flesh sliding down as DJ crammed my
cock into his just-fucked ass while he jacked his inexplicably hard cock.
He was an expert with his asshole, kneading it on my cock up and down,
until he just put his arms back and thrust his hips against me, cock
bouncing up crazily, jamming me as deep as he could. Butler pulled back to
stroke his cock, and FUCK, Mike was hard again, his prick jutting out from
his bush.

I coughed for a second, "Are you guys machines?" I asked, and all three
laughed, "Vitamin V Daddy, Vitamin V!" Mike said, "This is maybe, third
squirt?" He said, puzzled, and DJ, said "Third", Butler nodding and
winking. Butler squatted down again, and long-dicked my throat, the fleshy
rubber tube pushing in and out like a piston while my cock was getting the
same treatment from DJ. Mike pushed his cock into one hand, the slimy lube
and remains of cum coating my hand as I squeezed and jacked him. Butler
pulled out of my mouth, and lifting up one leg, moved to one side as Mike
kneeled down to push his cock in my mouth, and he began fucking my oral
cavity while Butler again, held my mouth open. I didn't feel like I got a
good suck on, but the fat cock against my tongue felt great, and I just
sort of surrendered myself to the feeling.

The inflatable couch was getting pretty wet and slimy from my sweat against
it, and I felt myself sliding around. DJ had an epiphany, and spitting on
the dildo, suddenly had it positioned just beside me and sat down on it,
wedging me against the arm of the couch. Mike pulled back, and Butler,
jacking furiously now started grunting, and with one knee on the arm,
pulled my head down to start squirting again, bobbing his hips in and out
of my mouth crazily. It was only a squirt or two, and Mike slapped his ass
as he sighed and pulled away. Mike then crouched down, and put the sleeve
back on my cock instantly sending mind-numbing vibration through my cock,
when DJ got up, and standing over me, pushed his cock in my mouth. I felt
his hips push forward, and realized Mike had fingers or more in DJ's hole,
and DJ started fucking back and forth on the fingers and my cock, very
acrobatically.

That was enough for me at this point, and I felt shivers start. It was one
of those orgasms where your mind literally turns off, and nothing but sex
sensation was going through me, my mouth wide open with DJ squirting again,
my beard and chest now wet from cum, and Mike slamming the sleeve on my
cock powerfully. I finally croaked out a scream, my body shaking from top
to bottom, and the cum hit me. The muscles in my ass cramped, and I thrust
up, feeling sperm shoot high across my belly and chest, and Mike saying
"Ahh Daddy," and began twisting the vibrating sleeve. More, almost painful
bolts of cum seemed to shoot out, my cock on fire, and DJ pulled away
leaving me to see Mike expertly milking my cock with the sleeve and his
hand, gooey rivers of cum still oozing as I looked on, almost not
comprehending what was going on.

Mike continued jacking off, but DJ moved around, bent over near him, and
Mike began rimming the wide open ass, whining. I closed my eyes and time
seemed to stop, when I heard Mike cumming by me, still stroking my cock,
endless waves of orgasm playing over my body. I don't know how much time
passed, but I felt a fat drop on my face. Butler was in his camp chair,
cock still hard, his eyes closed and catching his breath clearly. DJ was on
the blanket, Mike crouched by him still massaging DJ's asshole, just
touching his own cock now and then. Another drop hit, and I opened my eyes
again, hearing rumbling. I got up, and the guys were rapidly trying to
clean up, I felt the blanket pulled, and getting up, I said, "I've gotta
run!" "See you tonight," Mike said, "Tell Jake and Steve the owners that
the McKinney boys are doing fine."

I grabbed my pole and bindle, and started walking quickly, now as my
semi-hard cock bounced against my legs it sent out real bursts of "Wow!" I
was so swollen. "Vitamin V." I laughed, and more thunder rolled somewhere
as hot rain hit me. It was getting darker, and I accelerated my pace. The
forest was strangely still, not really any wind, nor animal noises, just me
rustling as I whooshed through the sometimes thick undergrowth as I made my
way back along the trail, seeing finally the geodesic bar in the distance,
but like in a fog. The closer I got, I realized the fog was rain, it was
pouring, but I could see sun in the distance, and as I got close, bang, I
was soaked head-to-toe, hot nice summer rain washing me, and soaking my
boots and sadly the sack on my pole. I slowly stepped down the steeper
path, getting to the main road finally, and walking along the gravel area
by the barn with the gym, made it to the pool.

The men had all clustered by the bar and the spa as the downpour really
washed everything, and I did notice many, many men were naked this time. I
ducked in by the bar, and got a towel to dry off as the comments began – I
didn't realize how much cum I had in my beard, and how swollen my cock was.
It did cause a little sensation, but I sat chatting with guys nonchalantly,
wiping my beard, when the rain, just like it had started, ceased as though
someone flipped a switch. I felt arms reach around me, and tweak my cock,
and as I turned, the Daddy from my first Day, Art, kissed my ear "Nice
Hike" he giggled at me. "Your cock's all grown Joe!" he said, and then I
remembered when my Dad said that, and I gasped.


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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.