Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2015 15:00:21 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Timberfell Stories: Holler

Timberfell Stories


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Lou and I woke up the next morning, he was wrapped in my arms and spooning,
my cock hard and rubbing in the fur of his ass, but I was hungry. I pulled
him around – he was woozy I think, it was sometime in the middle of the
night for him though it was light outside – he was on a swing shift at the
factory he worked in. I got into a 69 position, and skinned his thick
foreskin – it was really thick flesh – back from his fat cock, and sucked
the head in my mouth. Buried against his belly and fur, fur in his crotch,
I lay there sucking, slowly moving his cock further and further in my
mouth, stroking the wide shaft with both hands as I felt it press against
the back of my throat. I relaxed, pulling out, and focused on the thick
head – it was long, maybe 2-1/2" inches long, and fat, though he had a fat
shaft to meet it, I was amazed at the heft in my mouth.

I rolled my tongue around the edge, under the sensitive rim, then continued
sucking on it like it was a small plum in my mouth, then pushing back into
my throat. I started stroking his balls – his sack was not shaved, but
didn't have much hair on it, a wrinkly dark brown with nice nuts, and at
that, his nuts started moving around, getting tight in their sack, when Lou
finally woke up, "Daddy, Daddy I'm GOING TO CUM" he yelled, and at that, a
thick glob of cum shot in my mouth, like a spoonful of vanilla pudding, and
I gulped it down as his hips thrust crazily, and he thrashed in the bed,
trying to find my cock (wrapped in sheets unfortunately), and then reached
down quickly to hold me as another few shots of cum started my day off
right. I backed off the huge head, rolling my tongue around as he fed me
another small shot, and I then sucked on the tip getting some of the
clotted cum out of his pisstube, while he moaned and shivered.

It was wonderful, and at that, I got up and started to get cleaned up for
the day – I wanted to explore the Lodge in the morning when plants were
still wet with dew, with my camera. I kissed Lou, and told him he could
stay as long as he wanted, but he told me he had to be back home by 10, so
had to leave soon, would I ever see him again. I told him Daddy was in the
Lodge for two weeks, and we kissed and licked and played with each other
for a moment, but he dozed back off in my arms, so sweet. I put some
clothes on for breakfast, at a group table, self-serve not far from my
room, and I was starving. I wanted a big meal, morning hike in one of
Timberfell's hollers, then go into a local town to see the Planetarium I
remembered fondly from when I was a teenager, so bacon, eggs, biscuits and
gravy, cereal, OJ, plenty of coffee, and the men around me were
dumbfounded. "How can you eat that much and stay so buff," one handsome Dad
finally asked.

"Hold your hand out." I said, and he did, I put my forearm under his hand.
He looked startled, "You're not just Hot, your hot!" I grinned, and rolled
my eyes. "Muscles generate heat just sitting still. If I didn't eat around
4000-5000 calories a day, I'd start shrinking, and that's the WORST! Know
how to make a bodybuilder freak out?" They shook their heads, "Ask him if
he's getting smaller because he's trying..." All coffee'd up, I went back to
my room where Lou was beautiful, thick furry body on the bed, snoozing
away, and I took off my clothes again, boots and socks on, Cameras out
(Nikon D70, and a Zenza Bronica ETR, which I love in B&W since you can't
get Kodachrome in medium format anymore) which I carry in a transparent
fishing box. I walked out, then thought a second, and got a bright chrome
cockring and put it on, and came out. I felt more, well, dressed (smirk).

Again, walking into a room of dressed people stark naked, the people were
nervous, not me. The handsome Dad said "Lordy, he's big on top, he's big on
bottom, and look at that big box!" and everyone laughed, breaking the
tension a tiny bit. "What is that!" someone asked, and I let them look at
the Bronica, which takes 4.5cm x 6cm images. I had an epiphany, and got the
guys there to kind of bunch up, and balancing the camera on a table and
taking the top pentaprism off was able to get in focus, and took a couple
of pictures of them. I got their names and addresses to send them prints –
since it's not digital. I think when they realized I wasn't standing there
to just jack off, it did something, and everyone became much more friendly,
and I gave handsome Dad a forehead kiss to a chorus of "Woooo!" sounds and
walked out.

I walked off again by the big pond, everything fresh and nipple-tightening
cool, through the lower campground with more guys staring, then up towards
where the geodesic dome is with the bar, which is set at the bottom of a
big holler, as we say in the south. Basically, where you have moderately
steep hills going up, the small valley in between is a "hollow" or "holler"
and the way it was situation, the rising sun would come through just
perfectly diffusing light, casting a glow on everything. The creekbed at
the bottom wasn't entirely dry, and I walked carefully along the sides
photographing as I went along. The wind was rushing along, and I got
goosebumps for a second, and heard a limb snap in the distance behind me,
but paid no attention, walking along the creekbed, sort of dancing from
side to side as I continued up. Timberfell is huge, maybe 100 acres – not
sure – so you can walk quite a ways.

I heard a tree snap again, and a thump, and a faint "Dang". I turned back,
and hopping back and forth along the creek (can you imagine 250lbs hopping
like a faun?) and there was the Dad from breakfast, big smear of dirt on
his side where he had fallen, and he was stark naked, with just some gym
shoes on. "I thought I'd see you taking pictures, but damn buddy, you walk
fast through this brush!" I tried to brush him off a bit, he looked
rattled, and from a nearby Catalpa tree, got some big leaves and was able
to scrub his skin a little with the hard veins. "I'm Joe, by the way," I
began holding my hand out, "and you're very handsome..." "I'm Garland," he
said, looking me up and down, and whistling. Garland was utterly smooth,
with a light dusting of hair around his cock, and somewhat tannish skin,
but no line or anything. He had wavy black/grey hair, a moustache, and kind
of a dusting of hair as a beard.

"I see we shop at the same gentleman's store," I said, tapping his round
silver cockring – mine was kind of flat – and he laughed, tapping mine too,
then pulled me towards him, and gave me a luscious kiss. Not pressing hard,
but was intense, and his tongue thrust in my mouth as I felt him exhale in
a burst through his nose, fumbling to hold me, and hug me close to him. We
paused, and I closed my eyes and gave in to him, still tasting faintly of
bacon and coffee, and he kept moving his arms to try to clasp his hands,
but finally they just slid down to my ass. His cock was starting to get
hard, and he pushed it against mine. Breaking from the kiss, he spoke -
"I've been dying to do that since I saw you, you, you are so..." and kissed
me again. I opened my mouth wide, and he explored me completely, eating my
lips and beard, moustache, and finally broke away slightly, almost shocked
from the intensity.

"I, I don't meant to be stalking you, but I didn't know how much time I
would have." I looked at him and frowned, "Time? You have a terminal
illness measured in minutes?" he laughed nervously, "No, my partner is
going to be coming up, and I didn't know, well, um." "I'm fine Garland, no
drama." He grabbed me and kissed me again, squeezing hard, his cock now
rock hard against me. "Let me look at you," I said, and kissed his
shoulder. His cock was a beauty, completely smooth and brown, the foreskin
flesh darker brown, pink head. It curved to the right, and was thick at the
base, and tapered to a smaller pointed head. "That's a butt buster if I've
ever seen one!" I grinned, tugging on him, and felt his big hairless balls,
dangling down, then wet my hand, pulling on them and rubbing them against
my palm. His eyes rolled up and he grunted, but I let him go and turned him
around.

He had a great lean mature Dad body, ass as smooth as a baby's butt, nice
shoulders, and legs that started to get hairy mid-thigh, sprinkling down
along his calf. "Whoo, doggie. You're a hot Daddy!" I said, tugging at his
cock again, feeling horny for cum. His cockring was working, his brownish
cock was now rock hard and bobbing slightly, his cockhead a smooth shiny
pink-purple. I stroked his ass, and began jacking him as he reached for my
cock, his smooth hand pulling from base to the tip. "I'm only a top, I hope
that's ok," he said, "Ain't nothing going to be able to get in my ass."
That did it. I was dying to suck him. "Oh, that's AWFUL!" I said, rolling
my eyes, and grinning, crouched down in my boots and licked the tip of his
cock. "I can't believe, a muscleman like you..." I thought briefly, "What
is it with the confidence of the guys here!" and at that, I slurped the
head into my mouth.

I was rewarded with a tiny spurt of precum that I could taste, then I
licked deep under the foreskin, pushing my tongue in and out, loving the
feeling of being outside with a hot cock in my mouth. This was going to be
an amazing trip, I could tell. I continued slurping under his foreskin,
fucking into it with my tongue, then I started the trip into my mouth,
slowly pulling back the foreskin as I pushed him in between my pursed lips
– that got an amazing groan out of him. I had to jack off while I was doing
this, and took hold of his cock with my left hand. I opened my mouth
slightly, making horrible slurping sounds that vibrated his cock gently,
then pressing my tongue up, got his cock to slide in between in a tight
crevice. His legs buckled slightly, "Uh, OH, that's AMAZING!" he cried out,
holding my head as I fucked into my mouth with his beautiful meat. I cocked
my head sideways, to get the curve of his cock more easily situated for my
throat, and slid it back until he was pressing against my throat hole.

He was a great suck, and I pulled and massaged his balls like a handle,
pulling him towards me while I slowly glided my hand under my wet cock,
just the smallest bit of stimulation that I knew would slowly drive myself
crazy with sensation. I pulled him away from my throat, the angle was bad,
and massaged the underside of his cockhead with my thumb, just in that
little spot where the head and shaft come to a knot, and he shuddered. I
did it very lightly, as I was stroking my cock, feeling the breezes come
over us, the leaves shaking slightly, and goosepimples on his smooth skin.
He was sighing more loudly, and I looked around, and letting his cock go,
"Can you kind of lie back here Garland?" and he sat down in the leaves,
leaning back against a tree. I couldn't resist, and got my camera out and
asked if it was ok. The light was behind him framing his thick smooth leg,
and as he leaned back, his thick uncut cock.

I came closer, and set my camera to take a triple exposure that I could
combine later to get high-definition in the lightly shadowed areas. I
hesitated, wanting to suck him, while he grinned, posing against the tree,
his cock now lying invitingly up against his leg. I started taking
pictures, walking around him, but gave up after a second, too hungry to
wait. I got on my hands and knees, his cock now curved perfectly to go into
my throat, and I slowly lowered my mouth down. I felt him knock on the
opening, then I relaxed and he slid in, and immediately grunted, lifting
his legs, crunching together a little, bit, head back and moaning, "Oh my
GOD!" I was bouncing up and down on his cock now, popping in and out of my
throat, feeling him twitch each time he plunged into my throat. I paused to
look at his smooth skin, the small ruff of fur at the base, and reaching
around got my camera taking close-ups, precum glistening, leaves and small
dewy plants behind, delectable.

I continued sucking him, now stroking the shaft with both hands, feeling
him squeeze my arms and chest, grunting as I deepthroated him over and
over. I was jacking off now like crazy, my throat completely filled with
his meat, and I looked up. "Garland, I want your cum, can you feed me your
cum stud," I said, lewdly, stroking his meat and spitting on it, keeping it
wet. "Baby, you can have anything you want, except my ass." I groaned,
pushing his cock back in my throat, and now crouched over him like I was
devouring him, did pushups over his body, his cock pistoning in and out of
my mouth and throat as I let the amazing feeling wash over me completely. I
spit on my hand and considered fucking down on his cock for a moment, but
sex was overtaking my mind, and cum hunger, and I wanted him to cum for me.

I broke off, jacking off, trying to take more pictures, but finally put my
camera back down, and spat on my hand twisting the head of my cock now,
feeling a cum building up that started with my feeding from Lou. I started
jacking off intensely, diving back down on Garland, and pulling on his
balls and now I concentrated on his cockhead, which got a huge reaction
from him earlier. I was so focused, slurping and hearing only myself and
closing my eyes to the sensation of the cock, I missed hearing more limb
snapping. I had to stop jacking off, because I was so close to cumming, but
then heard a snapping sound, and opened my eyes to a pair of deck shoes and
white socks. "Heyyyyy baby!" Garland said, and I looked up to a hot
middle-aged man, younger than Garland, jacking off a long thin cock with a
big head. He was slightly pear-shaped, not big shoulders, big beautiful
furry legs, and a hot cock.

He was bearded, black beard, very red lips, glasses, and a conservative
side-part, staring at me sucking Garland. "This is my partner, Wade,"
Garland said, "This is Joe, my cocksucker." Wade said nothing, and at that
point he crouched down, and pulled a brown bottle out of his socks, and
took a deep sniff, then a second and third. He continued jacking his
beautiful cock off, pressing down against his big bush looking at me
intensely with wet shining eyes, jacking off faster. "Suck Joe," Garland
said, "Wade wants to see." I slurped the big cockhead in my mouth, looking
up at Wade, who's mouth was open, and he crouched down to look closely at
me sucking his husband's cock. He lost his balance, and got on his hand and
knees, closer to the cock, and I could feel his hot breath as he jacked
off, grunting and watching as that big cock disappeared in my mouth.

I pushed down until it popped in my throat again, "Feel his throat honey,
HE can take it all in." Wade grunted, and reached out, feeling my throat
with the thick cock inside, stroking my beard, his whole body shaking with
the intensity of jacking off, grunting, an animal. He paused, and squatted
again, with one finger closed his nose and inhaled the poppers, back and
forth, back and forth, then crawled forward again, and with a huge pink
tongue, licked his lover's cock while I shoved it in my throat again,
pressing up and down rapidly. Garland reached out to Wade, and wrestled the
poppers out of his hand, and started sniffing, and held them out to me, but
I was fine. I looked up and saw a flush on Garland's chest, rising to his
face, and I was aware his cock was getting harder. I started jacking myself
off fiercely, twisting the head and shaft, overstimulating myself to
prepare for the cum, and Garland slid down quietly, rolling his head back
and then I felt the burst.

"OHHHH HONEY, He's taking my CUM in his THROAAAAAAT! Garland groaned, and I
did feel him shooting deep in my gullet, which triggered me. I lost it
completely, groaning and screaming, white-hot cum shooting out of my cock,
my cries muffled each time the fat cockhead blocked my throat. I was in
ecstasy, Garland writhing underneath me while I suckled every drop of his
cum with my mouth and throat, and with a groaning coming in front of me, I
was aware again of Wade, who was shaking violently, face almost purple
watching me gulp and slurp down his husband's juice. Garland let out a huge
sigh, and Wade reached out, fumbling, trying to find the poppers. Garland
said "Honey, let Joe suck that long pecker. You'll love it." Wade grunted a
"Yes," and struggled back on his feet, his cock hanging out in front of
him, purple-red and foamy from his precum that had been jacking into a
froth the last 10 minutes.

"That looks amazing," I said, winking at Wade, who smiled, and he staggered
forward as Garland reached up to hand him the poppers. I was kind of jacked
and sucked out for a moment, and I said, "Let me catch my breath," as I
stood up, and leaned against the tree. I got my camera, and with Wade
jacking there, black hair on his hands, took more pictures of him as he
calmed down, and got he and Garland to lie together. Wade only stopped
jacking off briefly, but continued like a demon now, thrusting his hips
forward for my pictures. "Come here honey", Garland said, "show Daddy your
hole." Wade bent over at the hips, and backed up to Garland who was leaning
up against a tree, his fat cock soft and drying, and he began rimming his
lover, then fingering his hole as Wade jacked off faster. I stood over and
straddled Garland, directly in front of Wade, and sat down with Garland's
cock against my asscrack, and with my cockring on, I was still half-hard.

I spit in my hand, and started jacking off again, but Garland reached out
and started stroking me, so I let him. His fat cock in my asscrack was
delicious, and I spread my legs slightly and tensed to squeeze him against
me. "Fuck, you're heavy Joe," Garland said, "Feels good. I need that
asshole chewing on my cock next." He seemed to be pushing harder into Wade,
who grunted and arched his back, jacking off harder, and sniffed another
few hits of poppers. I took hold of his cock, surprised at its flexibility,
and leaned forward to suck the head in my mouth. Wade yelled, and Garland
slapped his ass, "Hush!" and Wade grunted and I slurped on the head,
tasting his precum. I leaned forward, feeling Garland's cock throbbing and
he laughed as he thrust his hips against me, "Fuck, You'd crush my little
peepee!" I sucked Wade in deeper, and literally swallowed his cock, feeling
him snake into my throat.

I felt his hips vibrate, and saw Garland pounding fingers in his ass, and
Wade arched his back again. I took hold of his cock, when I felt something
electric on my cock. I looked down, and Garland was rubbing his thumb
around and around my cockhead, rubbing the tip hard, and it was that
electric stimulation just post-cumming, but wonderful. I sucked Wade back
in, and began bobbing and slurping on him, feeling his ass being pounded by
Garland, when I was overwhelmed with the cock deeply in my throat again,
and that cum hunger came up. Wade abruptly grabbed my head, and shoved
poppers under my nose, and I understood why he took so many hits- they were
so mild. I took some sniffs, and mentally took a note to give him some of
my "English Premium" back at the lodge, and I felt the lightness of the
poppers over me, with my cock now feeling like I was radiating pure orgasm.

The orgasm feeling started spreading from my cock, Garland rubbing harder,
completely controlling my cock as he finger-fucked Wade, when I started
feeling my hips bucking – it was unbelievable, my cock squashed between
Garland's thumb and forefinger while I was choking on his husband's
wonderful snake. Garland started shoving hard, and suddenly I felt Wade's
cock get hard. My own orgasm was now radiating all over me, but I was
waiting to start squirting. Wade started whining and whinnying, and I felt
a spurt of cum come from out of his fucktube, then more small squirts one
after the other, feeding my throat and mouth. Wade was yelling out loud
now, bucking against Garland's fingers, and I loved the small, steady
stream of cum he was feeding me. My own cock started seeping cum, and all
the hair on my body stood on end, waves of electric sex washing over me as
my cock sensation got more and more unbearable.

Finally, I pulled off of Wade, and held Garland's hand, "Had enough
muscleman?" I heard Garland laugh, and I heard a pop as he pulled fingers
out of Wade, who, with spread legs, walked off a little bit. "Fuck, you
were right honey," Wade said, suddenly talking. "OH!" he said, and walked a
little more, rubbing his asshole. "Now I know what they mean when they say
they walk funny afterwards," I said, grinning, and Wade and Garland laughed
with me. Wade crouched again his cock dragging on the ground, and Garland
got up, stretched, and played with his cock, flopping it back and forth a
little bit. Wade stood up, and Garland slapped him hard on the ass, and
said "Come on Honey," and they walked off, Garland winking at me. I leaned
back against the tree, basking in the moment, wondering what time it was as
I closed my eyes, just for a moment.

Well. I jumped when I realized I had nodded off, and realized the sun was
higher. I packed my box back up, and started heading back down the hollow,
seeing a lot more insects with the warming from the sun, and stopped for
some great close-up plant shots beside the streambed in a mossy, boggy
spot, wondering about that curious relationship. I wandered back, and saw a
path meander off from the streambed that seemed to connect up with a newer
RV parking area of the lodge further down, and started climbing. I suddenly
heard a familiar sound, a smack-smack-smack of fucking. I paused, and saw
that the path came to a clearing quite far ahead, and saw movement in the
sunlight. I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I moved forward slowly, and
there was one of the trucker dad types, pants down, shirt up, cap on, and a
younger guy also pants down, shirt up, fucking him like a bunny, really
going at it.

Looked like you could kind of 'escape' being seen from the RV parking area
and cum to a little fuck nook, which had a bench, and small lean-to on one
side. The younger guy looked up, straight at me, so the game was up, and he
nodded for me to come over. He was a hard fucker, maybe 20, skinny, and his
bottom must have been twice his age, holding onto a post in the ground,
loving every minute of the fuck. "Hey man, let him suck you," the young guy
whispered, as though the pounding slapping sound wasn't giving anything
away. I walked up to trucker, and he grunted, reaching out for my semi-soft
cock and pulled me towards him. He had dark brown arms in contrast to his
white ass, and he slurped in my cock instantly, and expertly rolled it
around in his mouth, getting a powerful vacuum to get me hard. I reached
down to play with his nipples, and had a hard time finding them in all his
fur, he was amazing, and had tiny nipples, very responsive.

Reaching down further, I felt his hard cock, a nice handful, and jacked him
off feeling his balls bouncing against my hand, then I felt up further, but
not able to reach around completely. I pulled back, and walked around to
the watch the exhausting fast fucking, and walked around behind the younger
guy, and put my arms around him, sliding down to feel his cockshaft sliding
in and out of the trucker. My cock was getting harder again, feeling his
ass bouncing and flexing against me. I moved back around and cupped the
trucker's bearded jaw, and held up my cock again, which he sucked in like a
heifer on a cow teat. Something about my hard cock that I was forcing in
his throat, and the fucking, but my trucker reached up, and without so much
as a grunt, started milking cum on the ground, nice spurts, and shivers
running through his body, visibly quivering.

He pulled back slightly, grunted a "Thanks", and carefully got his clothes
put back together. The young guy and I were staring at each other grinning,
"Well," I said, looking at him. He was skinny, with a slight beard, thin
fur on his body, and a nice cock for fucking – not too long, not too thick.
"Daddy, I wanna fuck you." He said, and I shook my head, "Not ready now,
stud." I walked over, and he felt my beard, "Oh, I want it bad daddy,
please" and he started jacking off, feeling my thick chest, arms, cock. He
was jacking as fast as he had been fucking earlier, and I said, "You want
to get off don't you, get off with this big daddy body, fuck yeah horny
man, touch it, feel it," I teased, and he looked startled, "Big fucking
daddy ass, deep muscle ass, you like that, just fill daddy up huh?" and I
put my hand behind his neck, spreading my legs as he squeezed and held my
cock.

He looked at me urgently, mouth open and grunting, "Give me that cum boy,
you want daddy all wet and dripping with semen," and I had barely finished
when he began "UnnhhhhhhhHHHH" sounds, literally vibrating he was jacking
so fast, and I took his hand, stuck his fingers in my mouth, and then
pulled it up between my legs to feel my ass when he shouted suddenly, and I
realized from this spot there was an echo. He spurted ropy cum all over the
ground, and my legs and shoes, shaking and wobbling as I held onto him, and
he coughed, and leaned against me. He was suddenly embarrassed, "Sorry,
sorry man," and backed away, trying to get dressed, and I said "About
what?" grinning, "I, uh, the cum." I slapped him on the back, and said,
"Its all good, don't WORRY!" and pulled him over, and holding his neck
again so he couldn't twist, planted a big kiss on him.

He struggled, then melted a bit, then hugged me, hands rubbing up and down
quickly, frantically, "Oh my god Daddy, oh my god," and he kissed me again,
rubbing my skin, and looking at me. "Aren't you, uh, how do you do that?"
"What?" I said, genuinely mystified. "Nekkid." I looked at him, and opened
my eyes wide. "I'm nekkid, OH FUCK!" I pretended to look down. "Shoot,
someone got my clothes!" He burst out laughing, and said "Oh shoot, you
don't care do you Daddy!" and at that he rubbed me again brusquely, like I
was cold, and "click" sound with his mouth, and shook his head. "I wish I
was a jaybird like you." And at that he walked off, leaving me with my hard
cock dangling a bit. I had to move on, I wanted to go up to Bay's Mountain,
and it was a bit of a drive.

I continued the trail up the upper RV area, then down back to the pool,
which was starting to get populated, and walking by the bartended at the
cabana nearby, he said "Looks like you got some good shooting done, huh
daddy?" Everyone sitting around the bar groaned and rolled their eyes, I
winked at him then noticed Garland and Wade by the pool. I walked over, and
they were surreptitiously stroking their cocks, keeping them hard, watching
all the men walking around – we all nodded, and Garland winked at me again,
and waved me over. I leaned down to the two of them, noticing everyone was
staring at us, "Anytime you need some Daddy," Garland said, and Wade
stroked my legs. "We're here all weekend, and will have some friends with
us." I winked at them, and wondered how much more intense this was going to
get!



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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
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These stories are quite literally diaries of his experiences, though per
disclaimer, names, places, and events may have been changed to protect the
innocent (or the guilty). He is, indeed, co-incident and identical to the
main protagonist in his writing, which perhaps gives them their unique
flavor. One day, when you will least expect it, you will meet him in his
travels.