Road Trip: Texas Volume 1 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Port Arthur
I got into Port Arthur late, tired, and wet after Saratoga – the "Ghost Road", and got in a cheapish hotel on the edge of town, and you know, when I drove into town I smelled it – amines, or something slightly fishy, that went right away. Reminded me of Pasadena Texas – I knew there were petrochemical operations nearby. Oh well. Gotta die of something. And I was tired. I slept in late the following morning, and had a nice breakfast nearby at a Denny's, having a great conversation with Marge, the waitress. I got back to the hotel and took a long bath, which was just what I needed – a soak. If only I had a nice cub to wash my back! I looked in the mirror carefully, and realized my beard – which I keep at a blade 1-1/2 – and my hair were longer than usual, so I decided my task for the day was not to end up in some wild fuck session at the beach – as far as I could tell driving around, Port Arthur was either swamp, oil refinery, or some combination of the two. Maybe an LNG port for a wild variation.
There was a kind of remote, small cute beach down south, so I sat and drank a couple of bottles of water, and decided that I needed to maybe go to a gym, and hop in the car and head towards Round Top, where I had a pianist buddy who was going to be performing at their Music Festival. Or perhaps visit "Dos Brisas" which I had wanted to for some time, Chappel Hill, a very fancy private Ranch/Hotel. I headed back towards downtown, and drove around. It really looked, well, a hurricane had come through and blown everything away. Very rough. To my everlasting surprise I spied a barber pole on the north side of town, and dropped in. Really nice people, chatty as hell, and I didn't seem to surprise anyone with my size. The interior was a fairly messy barber shop, which seemed normal, lots of "Maxim" kind of magazines and as well WWF wrestling magazines and a lot of pictures of wrestling events local to the area.
The barber was curious if I wrestled, since that's what I looked like, and we chatted about it a bit, and informed me for a gym, I should go to the Powerhouse, and as they say, "You can't beat that with a stick!" So my breakfast earlier, hot bath at hotel, a nice beard trim and bald fade later, I checked out at noon, and thought I'll do gym, then head out for a bit of a drive, get to Chappel Hill dinner time. I walked in the gym, which was perfect, and full of eye candy. More than a few oil guys were there, early in the day, and they were chattier than most gyms I've been too. I was also 25 years older than most of them which, though clearly they were straight, was fascinating. I had to wash my usual gym gear, so I wore a once-piece wrestling singlet in black so I wasn't too outrageous with my dick flopping around. I think this was part of the chattiness, except for one guy, who was quiet.
Tall, thick build, and to my eyes, he looked exactly like young Smokey Robinson, complete with green eyes (and a beard and furry moustache). He was Simon, and told me that he "heard tell from Nathan" (my barber) "that there was a wrestler in town coming to Powerhouse, and here he is." It is that small a town – maybe 40-50000 people, and news is "Quick out of the chute." I realized that I had perhaps overachieved my fantasy wrestling look. Anyway, we chatted, and helped each other with negatives, and then he casually asked if I'd like to go to a meet this afternoon after the gym. He looked at me so intensely, I felt something else was being asked, and was frankly mystified. My usual psychic abilities were completely awry. I said "Sure," and we had about an hour to finish the workout, and get ready. I followed his old beat up Toyota Corolla, back down towards the water, and drove past the only visible tall building, which looked like a beat-up old-style hotel.
A block or so, around the corner, we parked next to some other beat-up cars – Datsun's older than I thought possible, pickups where one window was a sheet of plastic and duct tape, and to my complete shock, a an almost burlesque-like Rolls-Royce. I mean, a space ship would not look more out of place. I thought, this is getting stranger by the minute. Inside was a cavernous warehouse, just a handful of dirty windows on the sides, and near one corner was a wrestling ring – like a boxing ring, one fewer ropes, a bit smaller. Lots of padding on it, and all around on the floor. And it looked used, and top-quality. The mats were leather, and somewhat stained. Stranger and stranger. Off to one side were a bunch of guys, teeshirts and shorts, some looking pretty wrestlerish, most pretty wiry, and one guy. Well. Not your standard movie star, well, pretty ugly, in a good way. Kind of big chunky head, nose like a potato, ears that looked well chewed, no visible neck. Daddy Pro Wrestler.
He was so thick and masculine, you couldn't take your eyes off him – charisma billowed up around him like dust around Pigpen from the Peanuts cartoons. Huge shoulders, huge traps, big belly, legs like tree-trunks. Amazing. Lee was his name. So I sheepishly changed into my wrestling outfit, recalling that the last time I had wrestled was 20 years before, for a month off and on. Hmm. Two guys got on the mat and started wrestling around and I felt a bit sorry, the smaller guy seemed outclassed, but he was fast, and got the bigger guy on the ground in a flash. And Lee was yelling at them the whole time at the top of his lungs, along with the other guys. I was descending into complete madness. Gotta die of something! I went in with Smokey Robinson (of course, I mean Simon), and having the grace of a turtle on its back, I simply picked Simon up (6'3" at least, maybe 220lbs) and rotated him around his midpoint and pushed his shoulders on the ground, arms around his legs as he flailed.
Everyone was quiet, it was over in 10 seconds. "Well," Lee began, "You're extremely strong Daddy, but If you wrestle like that all the time, you'll be exhausted. You've got to tire THEM out." That was not what my freestyle coaches had said. I got in the ring with the small wiry guy – 5'4", maybe 120-150 wet. Guys, I can hammer curl with one hand. So we got in the ring, and we kind of went "grr" and circled around. He lunged after my knees, but I reached down, and picked him up by the ankles and held him up over the mat. I flipped him around facing away so he couldn't hobble me, then pushed his shoulders on the ground holding him immobile between my thighs. Dead silence again. And I noticed the guy had a boner. I let him go, and got in the ring with Lee. Well. Lee first stood on the ropes in the corner bellowing at me, which I have to say had an effect, and I wasn't laughing. He launched himself at me and I thought he was going to snap my back or something.
I dodged him and he ran after me howling and laughing like a maniac, and I realized I was going to either have to face him or throw up. I did what the small guy did and lunged at his legs, which he of course simply jumped straight up. I won't go into endless detail, but suffice it to say that I got tired out fast, and even though at one point I though I had him in a lock hold, his feet of the ground, he wiggled away from me faster than a scalded cat. Finally he threw himself on me, and I thought that was it, but got my knee up under my body, and simply lifted myself straight up. He flipped me over, and I bridged to lift him up, and decided that I was going to be paralyzed for life soon. He got me. Everyone loved it, hooted and hollered during the match, and after me he went in for a match with Smokey like he had just had done nothing more adjusted his socks.
We all took a break for water, and I asked, "OK, what the hell is this. Rolls Royce. Warehouse. Wrestling ring." Simon took me aside and explained, Lee was basically one of the main originators and promoters of TV wrestling. Protégé's like Ric Flair, the Nature Boy. Filthy rich. Three different wives, a dozen kids, and gay as the day is long. His little college of wrestlers were mostly gay, and he did it for both fun, and for sexual kicks, but I just didn't see the sexual kick in what I just did. Lee asked where I learned wrestling, and I told him I wanted to do it at the gay games in Amsterdam, back in '98. Lee's eyes glittered. "You must know some of my boys – Gladiators... Combat... Private Gay wrestling." I did have friends in a couple of countries now that I thought about it. Anyway, a couple more guys came in, Oil Field types – rough, scruffy and ready, and what looked like a kid brother. I mean, skinny college wrestling.
The moment the younger guy – Randy – got in the ring with Lee, well, that was very amusing. Randy was a total asshole, taunting Lee and the guys. However, it took maybe 5 seconds for Lee to pin down Randy painfully, his ass in the air. "Pants him and slap that ass boys, so he knows who Daddy is." Then, to my surprise, Smokey got in the ring, pulled down the boy's pants, and slapped his hand. Lee let Randy go, whose cheeks were completely aflame with embarrassment, and I noticed he had a boner. "Here we go," I thought. The afternoon went on, when finally Lee was back in the ring with me, and all the guys were standing up around the edge yelling. I got little Randy locked, face and chest pinned down again on the mat, ass up in the air as he struggled, and suddenly Lee launched himself into the ring. He pantsed Randy, completely.
Randy's red ass was up in the air, and all the guys were yelling, and a few jumped in the ring to help me really immobilize him. The one carnival was starting to get very real, and very aggressive. Lee stroked Randy's ass gently, and then with that huge paw of his gave a nice whack across his ass, and Randy actually screamed a stream of bile at me, at Lee, and everyone. Lee gently patted and stroked Randy's ass, and then pulled his ass cheeks apart and spit on his asshole, and stuck a thumb in. Randy screamed in my arms, and the guys on either side of him pulled his arms taught putting their whole weight on his hands keeping him face down on the ground. His legs were pulled forward awkwardly, leaving him in a kind of kneeling, submission position, when Lee patted his ass again, and said, "This boy needs learn what it is to lose. C'mon boys."
And he paced around the ring, like a promoter, and pulled Smokey over. Smokey, all 6'3" of him stood there, and he pulled his shorts down, and started jacking on a proportionally massive hard cock – really nice one, cut, thick shaft and smaller head. Randy was now begging to be let go, and Lee winked at me as though "It was all in good fun," but Randy seemed genuinely frightened. Smokey squatted down, spit on the boy's hole again, and eased a fat finger in, finger fucking him hard, Lee trembling and jerking to get away, but it wasn't possible. Smokey took his long cock, and then pushed it into Lee's hole as Randy screamed a terrible grown-man scream, shaking like a leaf. I was getting an up-close view of Randy's muscle ass, shaking as Smokey's pole pushed in – Randy had to have been tight as a drum. Smokey had some trouble pushing it in, so he slapped his ass again and shoved more of his big brown cock.
He drove straight in that pink hole, hard, until he was flat against the ass – that was like 8" rammed in in one go. Randy let out another scream when Smokey got all the way in, then trying to buck up, Randy began sobbing to let him go, and I heard the sound of him losing control of his bladder and pissing all over himself and the mat from fear. The men LOVED that! I didn't know if I should let him go, how real it all was, but watching Smokey fuck the young muscle ass – Randy had really been a cocky asshole – well, it seemed deserved. Smokey was bucking away in the asshole, holding the hips and slamming into it while Randy wailed and shook in my hands, struggling, and Smoky was grinning, talking to Lee. "He's getting what he needs," Lee said, laughing, "Don't blow yet!" Smoky reached out and held out his hand and Lee tagged him, and came forward.
This I had to see. He pulled his wrestling singlet up over one thick fat leg, and from a bright red-brown bush, he had a real ass-splitter –not long at all but fat and conical, uncut and nasty looking. He spit in his hand and lubed up, sidling up to Randy. I saw him push the head against Randy's pucker, and I squeezed Randy hard. Lee shoved right into Randy who squealed literally like a stuck pick, groveling in his own piss. Lee screamed and yelled like he was on TV again, loving his "fag-tagging" and slamming away at Randy who was wailing as all the guys were yelling. It was quite a spectacle, a few guys coming over the ropes now, shorts off, but shirts still on, jacking themselves off. I could smell the testosterone. Lee tagged a guy with his knee in a tight wrap – he had not been wrestling – and the guy came over. It must have been a relief for Randy since the guy had a totally average cock, but he was the meanest fucker of all, going in dry and really jackhammering Randy's hole.
I don't know how the guy sustained it, but finally he got down on his knees, fucking Randy, grimacing. That knee had to hurt. One guy took out his phone and started a video of Randy's ass, running around and shoving the video into Randy's face, then back, and I felt Randy relax as all hope left him. More tag-teaming, a couple big hairy muscle fuckers came up. They didn't look like they were in it for fun, to be honest. One crammed his fingers in Randy's hole roughly, twisting fingers around, and then spit a few times on Randy's hole, and ass for good measure. He had a fat uncut cock, another ass-splitter, and shoved it in in one go, squatting and rocking into Randy's hole as he slapped it hard, over and over. Randy was screaming with his mouth closed at this point, and I was getting tired of holding him down.
The guy fucked slowly, then hard, pulling out now and then with his big purple skinned-back dick he jacked, and spit on it again, shoving in, his belly flopping with the effort of the fuck. Closing his eyes, he looked to be mumbling to himself, and slapped Randy's ass again, as he grunted, and shaking, unloaded into Randy's fuckhole. He struggled for balance to get up, and tagged his buddy's hand. He was a very lean hairy guy, dimples, handsome, and a cock more cute than big and nasty, and he repeated the spit and fuck routine. He placed one hand on Randy's lower back, and leaning, reached around to take a hold of Randy's huge cock. He kept wiping his hand on his shirt, covered with Randy's piss, but loved jacking him and humping harder and harder against his ass. "Come on bubba, unload" his pushy buddy needled, "you aint' hurtin' him, you'se tickling."
All the guys laughed, and the poor bubba frowned, then his buddy leaned over, spit in his hand, and shoved some fingers in his friend's asshole. Instantly a mask of pleasure went over his furry face, and pursing his lips unmistakably, he grunted and began unloading into Randy, frantically jacking Randy's huge cock. He humped and collapsed on Randy for a second as his buddy extracted his shitty fingers, and cursed "Oh shit" and rubbed it on his filthy shirt. Smokey came back and again fucked Randy for a moment "Ooh child, that's a loaded ass!" he laughed pulling a cumdripping cock back out. Randy had lost all fight, sobbing and moaning in his piss as his ass was used as a fuckhole by every guy there – my god, he didn't seem a day over 20 or 23, and he was completely used up in front of me. The guy he came in with, another lean hairy southern boy, walked up and he waved a long cock, but first, to my surprise, he walked over to me and pushed it in my mouth.
I wasn't prepared, and he shoved straight in my throat, and I almost lost hold of Randy. He pulled back out, nice and wet now, and then squatting down, pushed three fingers in Randy's abused ass. "Randy, buddy, I can't pass this up!" he said, and began raping his friend's hole. This seemed to be the complete end for Randy, who just collapsed like jelly on the floor as his buddy fucked him. It seemed over after about an hour, and I let Randy go slightly, and he picked his wrecked self up, standing up he had a massive hardon, piss from fear still soaking his legs, and he began cursing me out as the men chuckled. I walked over and before he knew what happened, I got him in a light chokehold which scared the shit out of him, since I could simply lift him off the floor. The men loved it – yes, I wasn't good at tiring them out, but I was strong enough to take anyone there and fold them in two and put them in a suitcase and send them to the dump.
In the chokehold, I let my hand wander down to his asshole – he wasn't too full of cum – the guys hadn't all dumped into him, just wanted to painfully fuck him and abuse him. Well, I am "new to these things", and I decided I wanted to fuck him hard and get his ass full of juice. I barked instructions to two of the men who got a hold of his kicking feet as he held his hands up on my arms around his neck, trying to pull them away. I pulled my singlet up, letting my cock out, and getting my hardon going, positioned myself. The men lifted his legs, and I crammed my entire cock in his ass in one go – another earsplitting scream. I slid in his (very loose) hole – this guy had been fucked a lot, and not just today – and popped all the way into his guts in one go. He struggled and screamed, but I was able to get an awkward hard fuck in, my balls bouncing up to slap his painfully. I began a jackhammer fuck, and whenever he got too feisty, I simply choked him a bit.
With my left hand, I fumbled down and took a hold of his long rangy cock, and jacked him while I fucked him. He was still as hard as when we very first started and he lost control of his bladder. I got a very hot rhythm going, jamming my hips up, cock stabbing into his guts deep, while my hand would slide to the base of his cock so I could send vibrations in from my pelvis and hand together. My arm tightened as the men got him into a better position, and I was able to jackhammer my cock into him, all subtlety thrown to the wind. Feeling that thick cock in my hands was a dream, and slam jacking him hard, his voice of protest got higher and higher, and I knew he was going to cum soon. The guys to either side held his legs further apart under my instruction, and then suddenly Lee was there, kneeling in front of the boy. He was jacking his own fat cock, breathing hard, body bounding with the effort and excitement.
I aimed the boy's cock towards his mouth, and with a final wail, I gave a slight squeeze and choke to him and his throat gurgling, he began spurting cum into Lee's mouth like a cow squirting milk into a cat's mouth. Lee's face was painted as he licked all the boy cum up, and Randy struggled less and less. With his final shots, I loosened a bit and Randy coughed and caught his breath, when Lee took a hold of his genitals. He rubbed the head of Randy's cock with his rough thumb – this was after the boy came – and Randy screamed a real scream of "too much sensation." Naturally, we all reacted to make it even more uncomfortable. Lee took a hold of Randy's genitals and squeezed them hard enough to make Randy scream, then I let my chokehold off, and though Randy tried to escape, but with his arms held, anything he did caused Lee to squeeze his balls and cock painfully.
Lee took off his wrestling singlet and stood there like a mad ape, cum-faced, unmilked hardon, and he asked me to let Randy go. I did, Randy gasping, and a few guys took what clothes Randy had left off him, leaving him in the ring with Lee. All the guys were there jacking off – in a normal situation, I'd be in heaven getting my feeding of cum – but I was trying to figure out what was going on next. Lee of course got up in the ropes, yelling at Randy who was coming back to life, cursing the motherfucker out, and then Lee jumped off ropes bellowing like a banshee as Randy scrambled away. Lee got a bloody nose from that landing, shocked the hell out of everyone! The wind was out of him a bit, but he scrabbled after Randy, grabbing an ankle as Randy kicked and tried to get a hold on Lee. Fuck, the two were going at it tooth and nail, Lee pinning Randy finally in a very painful position on the floor, when he leaned down, and gave Randy a deep, bloody kiss.
The guys were yelling again, and I saw Lee, with an arm on Randy's throat, position himself again to fuck him, Randy's legs practically wrapped around his neck. He shoved his thick potent cock back in Randy's stretched puffy fuckhole, and Randy shivered and moaned, and Lee kissed him again, holding him rigid as he started slamming and fucking his thick Dad dick into Randy, slowly gaining momentum as Randy suddenly wrapped his arms around Lee, begging for him to fuck him harder. This spectacle went on, Lee fucking harder, and after only a few minutes, Lee began bellowing and kissing Randy, smearing the blood from his nose on Randy's face, and watching his bull-balls bounce and then tighten, suddenly both men ceased all movement, and Lee shook uncontrollably as he unloaded what had to have been a gusher of cum into Randy's ass.
One shove again, holding still, then two more shoves, holding still, he barely moved as we saw Lee's asshole throb from his tension, squeezing more and more cum into Randy. Then with an enraged yell, Lee flipped Randy, who was like a puppet now, in another move with his face buried in Randy's ass as he whined, licked and sucked his own cum back out of Randy, jacking Randy's cock like crazy. Smokey walked up, and crouching down, jacked Randy's cock while Lee continued to suck his own cum out of Randy's ass, both hands stretching the cheeks, until Randy started moaning and bucking, cum squirting all over the place. I felt hands on my cock as the guys to either side of me jacked my cock, off, and I shucked my singlet off to get better access. "Motherfucker!" Lee yelled, and crawled up to me, face bloody, and spit a huge wad in his hand, mixed with cum, and began jacking me off with the other guys.
"Motherfucking long meat!" he yelled, and Lee started hammering my cock. I was over the top, shaking and exhausted, almost about to throw up from all the violence, and I have no idea where my orgasm or hardon even came from – but as Lee suddenly became human, wiping his face with the back of his hand, eyes transfixed on the big dick he was jacking, I knew, it was all real. Randy was on his hands and knees sucking and fucking the other oil roughnecks there in the ring, and Lee was right beside him gobbling big dick, jacking himself off, and wiggling his beat-up ass hoping someone would kick it and fuck him too. I squeezed my ass muscles, and my whole groin, the pressure pushing another orgasm to start, and holding Lee's sweaty and somewhat bloody bald beat-up head, I saw his eyes close in contentment as I fed him some hot roid cum.
I only had a few spurts in me, and as Lee continued to suck, trying to get more and growling theatrically, I leaned over and put my finger under his chin, lifted his face as he scowled at me, and kissed his bloody nose, his lips, and holding his head, licked and sucked on his ear, making him shudder and curse, and whispered what a beautiful sweet hot man he was, and I hope I could see him again. I crawled back through the ropes, Lee on the ground kind of gasping, and cleaning up however I could at a sink (sink and urinal apparently), got the blood off, clothes on. Simon raced over as I walked to the front of the warehouse, his big cock, and belly flopping around, and pressed Lee's card into my hand. I squeezed the back of his neck, and looked back at the ring as a couple of guys were going at it side-by-side. Fuck! I was hungry.
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About the Author: texbearjoe
texbearjoe began his notorious writing on usenet via soc.motss in the '80's and evolved with internet through the subsequent decades with twists and turns on websites, blogs, published books, private and public social networks, and virtually every avenue possible for new media. He's visible with photos and videos, and very chatty on bigmusclebears.com as well as texbearjoe.tumblr.com, and you may contact him directly at texbearjoe@gmail.com or through texbearjoe on the growlr app, and you can follow him @texbearjoe on twitter.
These stories are quite literally diaries of his experiences, though per disclaimer, names, places, and events may have been changed to protect the innocent (or the guilty). He is, indeed, co-incident and identical to the main protagonist in his writing, which perhaps gives them their unique flavor. One day, when you will least expect it, you will meet him in his travels.