Road Trip: Texas Volume 1 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Round Top
I felt great when I left "Rincon del Rio", though my ass was a bit worked over, and I had a hard time talking. I tend to get laryngitis easily, which is ironic since I am such a chatty friendly person when you meet me, I hate not being able to talk. I headed over towards Round Top for lunch, which was not a real stretch driving, but I knew of a great sort of family restaurant "Royer's Round Top Café". Very typical Texas small town arts area, antique shops and hand-turned wood shops, glassware, paintings, and lots and lots of Lesbians, capital "L". I was so hungry! I think one or two hamburgers, fries, salad, and two slices of pie later (known for their pies), I felt almost normal but the poor waiter – young guy, maybe 16 or 17, he was completely discombobulated. I know he was trying to be so professional, it was clearly a 'grown up' summer job. He just kind of stood goggling at me.
Finally, when he cleared my pie plate away, he worked up the nerve, and clearing his throat, asked me faux-casually "how big my arms were". I told him my tailor measured them at 22" for my shirts. He looked devastated. He had been "Working out" in his high school, was on the mumbldey-mumbldey team, and lifted weights too, he could only dream of being so big. I then became "very, very bad dad", and asked him if he could show me to the men's restroom, I had taken in too much "Ice tea, and had to piss like a horse." He walked me nervously, kind of looking back at me, my chest and arms over and over and out of range of the rest of the restaurant, I told him "He could touch them if he wanted." I made a double front-biceps – look, I know full well the poor guy would spend a lot of time the rest of his life trying to recreate the fantasy, yes I know that – and told him he could touch them.
The guy basically could not talk, and he reached out and felt one veiny bicep. I asked if he could get both hands around one, and he tried with both biceps, and was somewhat incoherent. I told him, "Too bad I had my shirt on, and he could see what cannonball shoulders looked like." Then I flexed my tits, and made them bounce up and down (it's easy to do, I have a video of it somewhere). I then went in the bathroom, leaving him standing there reeling, polo shirt and khakis, and a big tent. And I am fairly sure he was straight, which made it even more fun. I left the restaurant and winked at him, watching him blush and stutter, and picked up a guide to the Round Top Festival which was going on, and found that there was a fantastic afternoon program "Seraph". Holst "The Planets", 7th movement ("Neptune, the Mystic"), Ligeti "Lux Aeterna", Debussy "Nocturnes", 3rd movement ("Sirènes"); and a smattering of others of really extraordinary music of celestial voices.
The Festival Institute itself has a strange, idiosyncratic gigantic concert hall completely made out of wood, and as I parked and made my way into the grounds, I found myself surrounded by music people – not bodybuilders or wrestlers, but truckers, cowboys, farmers and people straight off a golf course. The arts are lively in Texas, and have enormous support, and surrounded by all sorts people from all over the area for an afternoon of pure sensation. There were also a lot of young people, musicians studying at schools around the country, performers there for the duration of the festival I believe, and with that a big compliment of young gay men, as you always find in music. Like I was once. Like the poor waiter, more than a few guys were agog at me, and I thought I should have worn a long sleeve shirt, but decided to go with the flow, and went over to talk to a nice one with a beard. I'm a complete sucker for beards.
Skinny guy, big flowing brown beard kind of like a shovel, and a side-fade haircut, very sexy actually, though pale as a sheet of paper. I love it when guys lose it, and he just stared at my chest and arms, I know what women feel like when guys are staring at their tits and can't function. He was from Curtis Institute in Philadelphia, and played Cello, studying to be a conductor too. I made a joke about how winds and strings don't get along (wind instruments tend to go sharp as they get warm playing, strings tend to go flat), and surprised, he really engaged me in chatting when a buddy of his came over. Again, unable to talk to me looking me in the eye, but that was fine, it was becoming comical. His buddy was also skinny and pale, (I was beginning to think they just don't feed the young), and at a given moment, when the gong person walked through the audience we all walked in and sat together.
Beard was Terrance, and beard-starting was Adrian, and we were joined by Julio, a quiet guy also with a scraggly beard. Unfortunately I sat between two of the guys, and, well, the seats are not big and my shoulders are very wide. I ended up sitting on a row end with the guys beside me, still in shock by how wide I was. The concert was superb, my god, I was tingling all over, my head and skin were tight and I was shivering from how beautiful the music was, it was fantastic to have so much ethereal music all at once in such an amazing setting. After the concert, I shook hands with the guys, and decided to talk a walk through the Institute grounds, which are quaint, to say the least. Sort of Medieval mashup meets the Great Piney Woods. I had not gotten five minutes away but when Adrian sidled up to me, trying to talk casually. I remember the sound of his voice, trying to sound grown-up. I used to do it when I was in my 20's trying to meet Daddies. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.
I thought it would be fun to see where it went with Adrian, so as we discussed music, I told him my favorite opera was "Paint Your Wagon". I was really teasing him hard, and discussed how the film/opera was a classic take on gay love, along the lines of the critic Leslie Fiedler's essay "Come Back to the Raft Ag'in, Huck Honey!" and the American tradition of two men in love, from "Leatherstocking Tales" to "Moby Dick" to "Batman and Robin". We were heading to a kind of outdoor structure on a hill, a gazebo, in the searing heat of late afternoon, and I reminded him of the famous scene at the beginning of the movie with an army of bears singing and playing half-naked in the mud in a frontier town (I kid you not!). I then started hypnotizing him with a discussion of Debussy's theory of music dissonance, and put his hand on my cock. Why do I always man-handle young guys!
Adrian turned bright pink, but didn't take his hand away, and started kneading my cock, "You are huge all over!" he blurted out. Leaning over, I whispered in his ear, "but thank god my ego is the size of a pea." I told him he should taste it. There was nobody nearby, we were on a hill with perfect sight all over, so I took off my shirt, as he panicked, and then dropped my trousers, cock popping out. Adrian was slim, thin beard as I mentioned, pale, but handsome – he'd flesh out nice in a few years. I told him to feel my muscles, squeeze and lick them, and ever a good student, did what coach told him to. His hands were shaking, and he himself was shaking like a leaf, scared to death no doubt, glancing around nervously. I just took control, pulled his head to my chest, and pushed it against my muscles, flexing them a bit as he whimpered and talked incoherently.
I pulled his polo shirt off, and made him get naked, which he did very quickly, a nice uncut cock popping straight up. I think we've all seen these guys, skinny and wanting to be big, nice cock, so hard it looks like it hurts, light fur all over that would thicken with age. Even with the start of a beard, he really was somewhat hairless, and as I pulled him around, he practically jumped to sit on my lap kissing me. We kind of wrestled as I tried to figure out what would work with him, and I started jacking his nice cock off, popping the foreskin back and forth and he yelled as I realized, watching his balls tighten up, he was going to shoot. Immediately I leaned forward, capped his cock with my mouth, and got a gush of squirts from him as he whimpered and jerked. That was fast! He was gasping and apologizing, and I cooed and soothed him, making small talk again until I asked the fatal question.
"Wind, Percussion, String..." he was a wind player, woodwinds, so I knew. Oral bottom. It's always the same. I maneuvered him onto his knees in front of me in the gazebo, and faced with my hard cock, he immediately clamped his mouth on it. Beautiful. He sucked on the head tremendously, a bit frantically, then holding it, licked all over the shaft and head, as I directed him more and more on what felt good. He began sucking quite professionally – what do they teach boys in high school nowadays! – but I needed just a little bit more from him. Stroking his head, as eh sucked for a few minutes, I noticed he was rock hard again, but I wasn't ready to suck him. I put my hands on his head and started pushing my cock further and further in his mouth. It slid in over his tongue that he kept trying to move around, but my cock just pushed and pushed in his mouth, sliding over the wet confines of his mouth.
Pausing a moment, I felt his tongue roll all over my cock, then moving his head he was drooling slightly as I slid over his tongue back and forth, then as I pushed more, I hit the back of his mouth. He stopped suddenly, surprised, then I got him to roll his tongue all around the shaft, then a nice stroke with a wet hand as he got a good suction going. It was a great start, and he had a good idea how to make me feel good. I felt my cock between the roof of his mouth and his tongue, gliding, hitting all the good spots, when I pushed his head again. Again, the hesitation when I hit the back of his throat, then I pushed harder. Pop, in his throat my cock went, through the amazingly nice tight throat ring, and he gagged instantly, retching. I pulled his head back, and told him to open his mouth. I immediately, before he had a chance to think, pushed two fingers in his mouth and massaged the back of his throat.
He instantly looked frightened, and gagged and retched, but I held him in an iron grip, massaging him more, telling him to relax. He did, and the retching stopped somewhat, his eyes watering and nose running, spit drooling out. Cooing and soothing him again, I told him just like diaphragm control when playing, it took practice. I gathered up a handful of his copious spit and rubbed it back on my cock noting that in the distance, Terrance and Julio seemed to be walking around, maybe 15 minutes away. Leaning over I kissed him intensely, pushing my tongue in his wet mouth and squeezing him, telling him with my touch it was all ok, this would be wonderful. I pushed his mouth back on my cock, and pushed my cock into his throat, feeling that nice tingle as the head popped through the little muscle ring at the opening of the throat. He tried to retch but was able to handle it, and I saw the delight in his eyes. "Big muscle dad is now fucking your throat boy! Imagine that!"
I pushed his face on my cock to 15 strokes, then pulled him off to breathe. He was coughing and wiping his face, tears and snot, "Do you want to stop?" I asked, and he shook his head no, and grabbed my cock and started forcing is own throat on it. I leaned back, arms wide on the back of the wooden bench as Adrian was now gobbling my cock, freely, having sort of popped his throat cherry. It was fantastic, and I coached him on what felt wonderful as he now and then jacked his own cock. Adrian was sucking away like there was no tomorrow as Terrance and Julio neared, and I waved to them. "Now jack it baby, then suck. Back and forth. That's right." Adrian became a wildman, sucking and moaning as Terrance and Julio walked up, looking alarmed at seeing me shirtless. They stood there mouths wide open watching Adrian slurping and sucking my cock, gagging occasionally moaning, until Julio moaned, and opened his trousers, pulling out a nice piece of uncut meat. Really nice.
Terrance didn't know what to do, looking at Adrian, Julio, me, and Julio nodded at him, and he dropped his shorts. Fuck, that boy was hairy! Julio gasped, and Adrian turned white, and looked around scared shitless by his two buddies there jacking off. Terrance was jacking off a nice very white piece of cut meat, and Julio took off his trousers more and headed towards me. Terrance walked up to Adrian, who was almost in tears, and I said "Terrance, put Adrian's mouth on your cock." Terrance was clearly a conductor, and put Adrian on his cock. Adrian froze, but with some pushing from Terrance started sucking him off. Terrance was getting into it – I liked Terrance – he really was naked in just a second. Julio came over jacking off and stroking my muscles. Julio was not the shy kid anymore, but with that big fucking cock much more assertive, but still gaga over my muscles, feeling and squeezing as he jacked off. I know how he felt too, I was that age once around bodybuilders.
I was jacking off now, looking at Julio's beautiful meat, knowing I needed to taste it. I said, "Get naked stud," and Julio shucked off his shirt and shorts, fully exposed cock bouncing out – not furry at all, skinny young man body, but nice abs. "Guys, save your cum for coach," I said, and Terrance gave me a thumb-up confirmation. I leaned over and as Julio was groaning while I flexed my muscles, I spoke to Adrian – "Watch your coach for a moment Adrian." I leaned over as Adrian, still shaking from shock, rotated around on his knees, and I winked at Terrance, who was jacking off, and leaned forward to Julio. I pursed my lips and pushed his cock in my mouth sloooowly, feeling my lips pushing his foreskin back, the sensitive exposed head sliding against the wet membranes of my taut lips, then popping right in, my lips now squeezing just behind the head. He groaned, almost gnashing his teeth.
The head of his cock in my mouth, foreskin pushed way back, I proceeded to suck the sensitive flesh flicking my tongue across the head, rolling around and around as Julio cried out, squeezing my shoulder muscles, almost pushing me away. I kept on for a few moments, reaching up to feel his thinly-hairy ball sack, making sure he wasn't about to shoot instantly. Leaning back, I stopped, "Adrian, I'm sucking his cockhead, but using my tongue to roll around. You try. Adrian leaned over to Terrance, and he expertly mimicked me as Terrance groaned, holding onto Adrian's head for a moment. I continued sucking on Julio, really enjoying the perfect cock for sucking, frankly using Julio like a sucktoy, then tapped Adrian on the shoulder.
He and Terrance stopped, and I opened my mouth wide, no lips on the cock, and sticking my tongue out, pushed Julio's cock slowly across my tongue, mouth open until he hit my throat. I put Adrian's hand on my throat, and as I pushed Julio in, he felt the cock sliding and my throat bulging outward. I thought Adrian was going to shoot as I pushed my face all the way into Julio's thin bush, mouth wide open. Julio was shaking at this point, and I felt his balls, tightening. Young guys shoot fast and shoot often, but I needed to continue to use Julio as a demo. I pulled back quickly, leaving Julio quivering, and Adrian tried the same thing on Terrance's cock, gagging slightly as I stroked his throat. He closed his mouth, and struggled, pulling back out, and I told him to feel Terrance's balls, when they tighten he's ready to cum, don't do it so fast. I put Terrance's hand and Julio's hand on my throat, and pushed Julio's meaty cock in again, wide-open mouth and the guys were all transfixed by feeling someone deepthroat.
Julio whispered rapidly that he was ready to shoot, and Adrian remarked about this, feeling and pulling on his heavy balls, and I pulled back out. "You may have to go ahead and take one cumload, guys your age reload quickly and you can keep on going." I leaned over to Terrance, beside Adrian, and though his cock was shorter, was able to get a little in my throat, and Terrance was shaking, and I put Adrian's hand on Terrance's balls. They were tightening as I popped his big cockhead in and out of my throat, and Adrian remarked that Terrance was ready to blow. Julio was holding my throat, and then Terrance completely lost it, blasting cum in my mouth from his pulsing cock. I stopped to swallow the thick fluid, and then bounced his heavy head in and out of my throat a bit as he cried out "Fuck!" from the intense post-cum sensation, then I backed off.
He was semi-hard as I then proceeded to suck Julio in front of them, full-hand-on-shaft, hard deep sucking, and it took Julio maybe a whole minute to get ready to cum, and I put Terrance's and Adrian's hands on Julio's shaft so they could feel him pulsing. Julio was not prepared for all this and grunted out "Madre de Dios" and began blasting sweet cum in my mouth, so I pushed his cock completely in my throat. He pumped young cum straight in my belly as I continued deepthroating him, then I backed off slowly, making sure I didn't over-use that cock. "Adrian, look." Terrance was hard again, not a few minutes after he came, feeling me throating Julio and feeling his cock spurt cum down my throat. "Let's switch." Adrian and I moved, and Adrian was in front of Julio's slightly limp cock, looking up at him, and I was in front of Terrance. God he was furry, and I winked at him, as he winked back.
Getting very verbal, I started sucking his cock wetly, lots of slurping and schlepping sounds, keeping my mouth semi-closed around his cock as I sucked, full base-to-tip squeezing with my hands, groaning. "Fucking Stud, still dripping cum in my mouth, like that?" I asked, jacking him, "Want to feed coach again I bet. Look at your buddies. Adrian's a hot cocksucker now, loves that shit." I decided words were no fun after the concert of strange wordless music, that the sounds, sighs, gasps and slaps and slurps were so much better, so I shut up, and continued sucking, making my hand an extension of my mouth as I twisted his shaft, Terrance directing me finally. Julio reached over and was feeling my bicep as I held my hand up, and I flexed it for him, instantly his cock was hard again, and Adrian did what came naturally, sucking him, mimicking my every move, sucking with both hands, slurping crazily.
Terrance felt my shoulders, and was groaning as I flexed them – surprising him, I guess. I flexed the front, middle and back of my deltoid, rippling them, and both he and Julio yelled out a "fuuuck", and I grabbed Terrance's balls, pulling and rolling the furry sack in my fingers, feeling his nuts getting ready to feed me again. I wanted to cum so I paused, and then got back up on the bench, sitting with my leg's splayed, my unmilked cock rearing up. I pulled on Adrian's shoulder, and roughly, just a little too roughly, pulled him on my own cock, and he put his hands on my quads, holding on as his head bobbed and he sucked me in perfectly – I think big Julio had completely destroyed his throat. "Terrance, get up on the bench and feed coach." He scrambled a bit, holding onto one of the gazebo posts, and positioning his furry crotch in front of me, I began sucking, him watching Julio jack off from the corner of my eye.
Adrian was doing a wonderful job, squeezing my cock now from base to tip with both hands pressed together, pausing to suck my head, the underside and tip of my head, and going crazy all over it. As he pressed his lips to my crotch, cock down his throat, I did the same to Terrance, as I pulled back, hand-over-hand stripping his cock of any precum from base to tip. Putting thumbs in my mouth, and while sucking him, I started massaging the flanges of the side of his cock, running my thumbs under the cockhead in the groove while sucking. Terrance didn't know what hit him, and was shaking, grunting in front of me, and I pulled back, and holding his cockhead like a lightbulb, rotated my hand, all my fingertips running along the groove. He almost screamed, shaking even harder, trying to pull away from me. Adrian stopped sucking me, looking up with huge eyes, and I pulled Terrance's cock back in my mouth. Massaging his balls now with one hand, and sucking and jacking, I had to leave his balls alone suddenly, as reacted to the intense stimulation.
He was getting close after another 10 minutes of sucking, and I played with his beautiful furry chest, my hand gliding up to his hard pink nipples. He was so white under that fur! He started shaking and bucking like before, and gasping, panting rapidly, he unloaded another beautiful load of cum in my mouth feeding me even more than the last time. I felt electricity as Adrian started intensely sucking on my cockhead like I had Terrance, and I enjoyed the amazing sensations he was drawing out of me, my own hips bucking uncontrollably. "Julio, feed me now," I commanded, and as Terrance stepped down off the wooden bench, Julio practically leapt up, kicking Adrian in the back. We all stopped for a moment laughing a little bit watching Julio teetering on the verge falling on his ass on the gazebo floor, but Terrance grabbed him. Completely ignoring us, Julio got up on the bench in front of me, and dangled his nice long cock in front of my mouth as I began sucking him again.
As with Terrance, I began rubbing the rim of his head, but being uncut, Julio couldn't take it and begged me to stop. Unfortunately, I know, as when I was young, the older guy can get away with almost anything, and I ignored his begging me to stop, and whimpering, and continued to play with the head of his cock, fingers hooked under the rim, rotating like screwing in a lightbulb. Around and around, then popping his cock in my mouth. It was a perfect one to deepthroat, now that I was sitting comfortably, but I knew I would blow my own load soon. I pushed my face forward, grinding his cockhead against the roof of my mouth as my tongue lolled out, and when I got to the base of his cock, my tongue was almost on his balls. Pulled back out, then with tips of my fingers with both hands, stroked his shaft as I sucked. He wailed some more, and I suddenly realized how much it sounded like the "Seraphim" music, from the concert, the ghostly voices from Ligeti, atonally wailing...
I was overthinking it but enjoying his noisy contribution, and I stopped talking to listen to all the sex. Grazing his cock at the base with my thumb and forefinger, pressing hard, squeezing his cock to make it jut out even more, engorged with blood, purple... I licked it from base to top, noticing that Terrance was putting his clothes back on, looking in the distance to see if we were still private. I opened my mouth wide again then open-mouthed fucked him in and out of my throat gently. Still holding the base of his cock, I stopped, and using my other hand thumb and forefinger, squeezed his cock from base to tip, squeezing and milking it while Julio was grunting and huffing when I realized I was about to cum, playing with this nice cock, Adrian sucking on my cock with just the right friction and suction. I loved all the noises of sucking and huffing and groaning. I paused, and told Adrian to get ready for his protein feeding, and then popped Julio's cock, engorged and throbbing, dark purple head, in my mouth.
I pushed him back into my throat, holding it as I felt a cumload building up to bursting in my cock, electric sensations, my leg shaking, and then that was it. Choking on Julio's cock, I started cumming as he wailed, the cock in my throat a fantastic trigger for my own orgasm, and loving Adrian choking and gagging on all the bitter semen flooding his mouth. Talk about music. In the background was Terrance's rhythmic fwap-fwap-fwap as he jacked off to the spectacle in front of him. I closed my eyes listening to everything, my throat still full of throbbing cock, my own cock spurting little driblets of cum as Adrian continued to overstimulate me. I slowly backed off Julio, who still hadn't cum! I took a breather for a second, and pushed Julio to one side, standing up. I lifted Adrian up easily, and set him on the bench, to the surprise of the two guys, and pulled Julio back in front of Adrian.
Adrian loved sucking, you could tell – he immediately clamped his puffy lips on Julio's ripe, ready-to-blow cock as I kneeled, pulling Terrance towards me – I was in full pig mode now, which sometimes happens to me. With one hand I began jacking Terrance, a loose, slow rhythmic stroke, and did the same for Adrian's cock. Frustrated, I pulled off Terrance's shorts again, and continued, playing now and then with his hairy well-filled ball sack. Adrian was still a fast shooter, and this time with Julio's cock in his throat, he began shaking and I knew he was going to cum. I squeezed his cock gently, leaning down and got a final mouthful from him, as he moaned and spurted, shaking with the effort. With his orgasm, he immediately backed off Julio's cock, unable to function, just breathing and huffing like an old steam engine, sighing. Well, can't leave Julio unmilked! "Adrian," I calmly said, "probably we need to go soon. Let me finish these guys."
I sat on the bench, and got Julio back on the floor, and with him beside Terrance I jacked and alternated sucking them, then got both their cocks in my mouth for a moment. I really don't find double-sucking that satisfying, so I continued to suck one, then the other, deepthroating them and milking them as I jacked, back and forth. Julio, who had been sucked for half an hour, well Julio's balls practically disappeared. He put his hand on my shoulder, shaking, and I doubled down on his cockhead again, intensely stroking the skinned back uncut head, and that unearthly wailing began again as the soft tissue of his cockhead met my tongue, and the most gentle of teeth nipping at him. I slammed him into my throat, now swallowing so my throat muscles massaged his cock, then pulled out ever so slowly as I jacked his shaft. I then pursed my lips again, as I had at first with him, and squeezed his cockhead intensely between them, pushing his foreskin back as I ground against sensitive flesh.
Bang! A burst of cum filled my mouth, still sweet, a little more watery. Bang! He jetted almost painfully hard into my mouth, grunting now as I labored to swallow and still suck him. Bang! More groaning and out-loud wailing from Julio as a huge glob of cum filled my mouth, trying to balance sucking and swallowing. Bang! Julio hips were jerking and now Terrance was "ahh ahh ahh"ing beside me shaking. Bang! Julio was a fantastic cum fountain! Bang! Again, and suddenly I had a spurt of cum on my beard and face from Terrance. I pulled both cocks side by side as quick as I could, and then got a double load of cum feeding me – perfect. The two guys were both shivering and shooting gobs of cum in my mouth as Adrian looked on, and I felt like I had after lunch, completely filled and satisfied with sex for the day, and letting Terrance and Julio go, wiped my face of Terrance's stray shots, and burped – I swear I could smell the cum on my breath, how much cum had I been fed?
We all took a breather, Adrian fully dressed, and slowly I put my clothes on as Julio did the guys looked very dishy outdoors frankly, and looking at a droopy sun, we silently walked back to the main Festival Institute, along dusty paths. I began humming the strange choral progression at the end of Holst "Neptune", the rising scale that slid into a strange dissonant minor second occasionally, straining for release – tension, suspension, resolution, over and over, becoming higher and higher pitched as the men looked on at me. "You know," I said, "it's called suspension in music." I hummed the minor second pausing breathily before resolving, burping up cum again. We continued walking. "It's also called syncope, you guys know what that is?" They muttered as we got closer to the main area, "Syncope is another word for passing out or fainting."
They laughed. "I think music is more like sex, don't you? You have a nice progression, ascending sequence, tighter, more intense, the suspension, then resolution. You guys are all musicians." (dear reader, I have to warn you, after afternoon sex I get very chatty). "You know resolving the suspension, it's a visceral sensation when you're a trained musician." They looked at me again, wide-eyed not knowing where this was going. "You know what Walter Pater said," I continued, quoting the art critic. "All art aspires to the condition of music." They mumbled and murmured. "But I'll tell you the big secret." I touched the three guys right near the parking lot to stop them. "All music aspires to the condition of sex. Nice little quartet we had, eh? Have a great evening." I walked away, leaving them staring at one-another. Always nice to get a tiny bit over-thought. After all, you have to keep your piggy side balanced with the brainiac. Gym Time!
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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.