Road Trip Texas: San Antonio
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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—— San Antonio
I was feeling remarkably better by the time I got into San Antonio, hydrated, and hungry. You know one of the hardest things to do is eat reliably "clean" food – what bodybuilders call it – when traveling. Everything has a lot of sugar and salt, and you can sense it. San Antonio had a lot of Mexican restaurants open around 1pm when I arrived, and I treated myself to a huge feast of Chicken Asada with a beautiful pepper sauce – just perfect, and enough arroz to keep my carbs up. I gave up on the gym, two days off would be fine for me, I didn't want to miss the rodeo, but I was missing one thing. I found a strip-mall with cowboy gear open, and bought myself a nice tan cowboy hat for the event, so I wouldn't look out of place. I wasn't going to get "Lee" jeans though, which is standard for cowboys – my low risers were just fine.
I decided a nice white tee-shirt would be fine instead of black, and there I was – white tee-shirts show off your size (black hides size) so much – twice as big as life, as they say. I got to the livestock and rodeo show area – no fairgrounds – and parked what seemed like a mile from the event. My poor car was getting full – gym stuff, clothes, cooler event by the lake – and now soon it would have a hat. Paying and entering the main hall, it was full of people, and the atmosphere was 100% excitement. I could hear an announcer blaring on and off guys going into the ring on horses, showing off their clothes and beautifully trained horses. The dusty, animal smell of the place was wonderful; I loved being immersed in the atmosphere – sound, smell, and sight. I was not much of a rodeo person; I had been to rodeos on and off. I think it was the kind of thing you needed to grow up with, but I always love a good show.
Aside from there being mostly men, like at any kind of sporting event, this didn't seem particularly gay to me, gay flags here and there. They were, however, very conservatively dressed, long shirts, starched, and walking a bit stiffly in jeans and cowboy boots. I was near a crowd of guys speaking Spanish, all starched shirts, black and white hats, big buckles, dusty boots and boot-cut jeans, and I was looking at an 'events of the day' posting, trying to figure out what to see, and I noticed the crowd watching me, getting quiet. Then suddenly bursting back into talk, they moved a little away when one man walked up to me. He took off his hat, and he was a bit shorter than me – he had to be around 5'6" in his boots. He had wide shoulders, a kind of stocky build, great body. Beautiful sky-blue stiff chambray shirt, very fine black beard, dark brown eyes, beautiful glowing skin. "You look like you need some help," he began. "I'm Ray."
And with that he stuck his hand out to shake, and I said "I'm Joe," shaking his hand very formally. He gathered that I wasn't from there, even with the decoy cowboy hat, because I was wearing my high-top black shoes instead of boots, and frankly I was huge. He was one of the friendliest men I've ever met, charismatic, and fascinating. He held my wrist with his left hand, and pointed to the schedule with his right, really jumping in and taking charge, explaining what the events were. I loved it. He began stroking my arm, elbow to wrist, not strangely, but just in a friendly way. He propelled me towards a stand nearby holding my elbow, and telling me to wait, bought me a beer and a water for himself. Some of his buddies from moments earlier came up to him, glancing at me and chatted with him, laughing, and walked away. "They are worried that you will hurt me, you're so big Papi Joe," Ray laughed, "I told them you were a big happy daddy!"
Ray began stroking my arm, and propelling me around the rodeo, explaining everything, but I suddenly realized he was showing me off to his friends, pointing to my chest and shoulders. I leaned over dryly and told him it might be easier if he got on my shoulders, and we went into the rodeo ring. He burst out laughing, "Oh Papi Joe, you are so funny. I'm in the ring soon." More guys came up to him, talking – I can speak around three words of Spanish, lots of French, Dutch, understanding German, but rapid, intense Spanish, I can't even begin to follow. The guys kept looking at their watches, and Ray pulled me off to go with him. Everything got fast suddenly, somehow I was with him on one side of the ring, near a maze of metal fences and chutes, and he told me, as though I was a child, where to sit, and watch now. This was interesting, because there were a mass of guys, all over, but then I heard them. Bulls.
Ray's buddies had him in chaps now, beautifully decorated, and then tied ropes around his boots. The bulls walked through the chutes being poked along by skinny guys, and suddenly, near me one nasty-looking one beast stomped in near Ray. I was shivering suddenly, listening to the loudspeaker but not hearing. Ray climbed up the metal rungs, and a moment later dropped down on the bull, standing parallel to the gate to the ring. Time started slowing down in my head. I was tingling with excitement wondering how the hell I got there. I watched Ray take hold of a rope with one hand, huge oversized glove, and adjusting and re-adjusting the flank rope around the bull's body, punching his gloved hand with the other. He looked up and around, and I saw his face clearly – fear, excitement, and heat. "Papi Joe, kiss me for luck!" he said, grinning, and carefully I climbed up the rungs, his team helping me, and leaning over the bull, gave him a big kiss, then came the local audience clapping.
I felt Ray's breath pumping in his nostrils while our lips touched, he was panting a bit. I heard a name echo as I looked up at the source of the noise, with a clock by it on a board – I heard that strange echo of announcement loudspeakers at events - "Ray (rayray) mundo (mundomundo) Alva (alvaalva) rado (radorado)", and Ray's head jerked up. I backed away, and stood on the fence to watch him, Ray's proud shoulders wide, and saw him nod suddenly to the guys to either side of him. Then time slowed further, almost dream-like. There was a bang, and the chute door swung open, the bull shaking with lusty rage; he bolted out in a huge jump with Ray on his back. Ray was jerked back and forth, one hand in the air waving in lazy circles, the gloved hand gripping the bull's rope. His legs slowly moved up to the front of the bull, as the bull kicked its rear off the ground standing on his front feet, then as his rear descended, Ray's legs stroked back, infuriating the animal.
Ray undulated on the enraged beast, looking as comfortable as riding a bicycle or even dancing, as the bull continued to spin, then abruptly change directions trying to throw him. I caught Ray's eyes for a fraction of a second, I knew he was in heaven, doing exactly what he knows how to do, and likes doing it. The bull's lowering his front, more bucking from the back, in even slower motion to me as I took in every second, noise growing as the crowd began screaming, then gasping – I hadn't been breathing. I looked at the clock by the speaker, and he had been on the bull for 14 seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. Then Ray looked loose, slightly unbalanced, and the bull looked like it was rolling sideways. Ray sailed through the air a little bit, and hit the ground, running from the bull, which had immediately calmed. Another metal gate opened, and the bull docilely walked in and Ray came back over to me as I watched other riders get ready.
The crowd began screaming again, and he had a score of 91, the roar in the small rodeo ring overwhelming, as the loudspeaker said "What (whatwhat) a start (startstart)." The rest of the event was a blur, after Ray put his arms over my shoulders, panting, being patted on the back by his crew. Ray simply took me over, and after he had gotten his price in the middle of the rodeo arena, he propelled me through a crowd of screaming yelling men with him. It was amazing being in a kind of charisma bubble with Ray, and not long after, I don't know how long I was at the Rodeo, we were outside the event, Ray gave his keys to a buddy, and asked me to drive. I got him in my Roaster, and we ended up at a cowboy bar outside of town, and Ray entered to cheers, holding my arm. It really was a whirl as we danced – Ray putting his hand on my lower back and my arm on his shoulders, and we were two-stepping around the floor like I knew what I was doing, he was a great dancer.
Nobody spoke English, but I was having a great time with my bull rider. Then I drove us to a diner, and I noticed Ray walking stiffly, and he pulled me to my car kissing me in the night, hands all over my muscles, up my shirt and playing with my tits. He had a huge lump in his jeans, I felt like a teenage boy necking suddenly. I heard some horns honk, and part of Ray's crew was there pulling up, and we walked in to have a truly awful dinner. It was a real dive, full of the gay cowboys from the rodeo, very large waitresses, and seemed to be known primarily for pie. Big Pie, with a capital P. What was amazing was to see all these cowboys, chattering away in Spanish, holding hands at the table and necking gently with me. Nearby us were other rodeo people speaking English from what I heard. Ray took care of me beautifully, I didn't feel at all isolated, plus - hands all over me, making me feel like the sexiest man in the world.
He was so proud of Papi and his muscles, I know what big-titted blowsy women feel like when a man fawns on them. Adoration. Ray and I got in the car, Ray wincing now slightly, and I drove us on to the "event hotel", which was where a lot of the visitors and some rodeo riders stayed. Not a great place, but good enough, and Ray took me to his room – oddly large for the motel, Mexican hacienda theme – lots of wrought iron, including the bed – a double. Well, it meant for a cozy night then. The moment the door was shut, he showered me with kisses, and rubbing and squeezing my big chest, and arms, and I did the same. He was sweaty still, but I didn't let him take a shower, I wanted the rodeo dust on him. He peeled off my slightly dingy white shirt, and sighed, speaking rapid Spanish, and simply grabbed one of my pecs and clamped his mouth on it, sucking like his life depended on it, squeezing it and massaging.
I flexed it, which popped it out of his mouth, and he gasped and emitted a little grunt, and clamped his mouth on it again, doubly excited. I bounced both my pecs, flexing and I thought he was going to cry. He tried to put his hands around my biceps, not able to reach, and opened his mouth and ran all over my biceps, then open-mouthed moving smoothly over my deltoids. I flexed the front, middle and back part of the deltoid for him, which made him cry out again. At this point, he was still fully dressed, and we were on the floor, me on my back as he crawled all over me, crying out and kissing and squeezing my muscles, getting me very excited. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, and he began humping me through his clothes, begging me to crush him. He sat on my hips, and I reached up to open his stiff blue dusty shirt, and a little black fur sprang out. I stroked his hard lean chest, and brown nipples as he jumped on me again, kissing me and trying to get his arms around me.
Eventually we got up, and I got his shirt off, then struggled with his jeans, that huge belt buckle (that left an imprint on my belly while we were on the floor). I sat him on the bed, and pulled his boots off, then slid his jeans off, leaving him in his white jockey shorts and a fat hardon. When I reached for his cock, he grabbed my hand and pulled me over, taking my jeans off, then on his knees started kissing and squeezing my legs, crying out again when he found my 22" calves which I flexed for him. Really, he made me feel like the sexiest creature on earth! Finally we got in bed, shorts still on, and I decided to take it to the next level, and swiping his shorts off his fat uncut cock popped out, which shocked him. He immediately jumped up to turn all the lights out, I don't know if he was shy or conservative but it seemed like what he needed.
I of course turned the lights back on by the table, and literally now holding him down – and he struggled enormously but I was bigger and hornier, I pulled on his cock for a second, and then sucked the head in pushing the foreskin back. With a roar, he bellowed out and immediately shot a huge load of cum in my mouth – and shot and shot – and he went limp in my arms, apologizing. Well, like I always say, shoot early and shoot often (or is that vote early and vote often), and quieted him down, kissing him and holding his arms down as I put my 250lbs on him on the bed squashing him. He began struggling against me, and I let him overpower me a bit – suddenly he was on top, holding me down, my hard cock between his legs. He was working down my body with kisses, when he let my arms go and I began squeezing and kissing him. He was getting very hard again, "Papi you drive me crazy!" sitting on my groin when I flexed my cock against his hairy ass a little bit.
He looked at me with a grin on his face. "Papi Joe, I thought of something. Will you be my toro? Will you do something for me? You can say no." I looked at him wondering what in earth he would want. I said "Sure Ray, what..." he jumped off, and out of a bag to one side took some very soft rope out. He set it on the nightstand, and climbed back on me kissing me again, and I realized he was a total smoothie. Getting me used to the rope for a second. Ray then took the rope – some kind of very comfortable fiber – and tied my left hand to the wrought iron bed post like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Now, if you want a good knot – either go to bed with a sailor or a rodeo roper. Trust me. He showered me with kisses while he did the knot, and his cock was standing out proudly again, dripping precum. He was getting very excited, talking to himself in Spanish, and he tied up my other hand so I was completely splayed out, but my feet were slightly over the foot of the bed.
"That ok Papi!?" He said, crawling all over me again, kissing, holding his dripping cock tantalizingly over my mouth, but not letting me suck it. I didn't have a lot of wiggle room, and I could smell his sweaty ass. Fuck! Ray took out some more rope, and I thought "goodness!" and he tied my feet to the bed frame at the foot of the bed. My knees were bent, comfortably. He took one more very long rope, and fussing under the bed, it went all the way around, then back, and he tied it in a loose knot over my chest. My arms are tied down, my legs are tied down, my hips are free, my chest has a kind of bull flank rope tying me to the bed. Ray fussed in his bag, and took out a gold tub of something, and getting a big gob, started playing with my cock – it felt fantastic. "What is that?" I asked, and it Ray showed me – udder grease. This was getting too funny, but he was an expert at milking a cock.
He put hand-over-hand squeezing my cockhead, slowly stroking down to the base, and then with both hands, twisting them in opposite directions, squeezing my cockhead intensely. My god, one of my legs started shaking. Ray climbed up on me, facing my cock and jacking it off, his hairy ass right in my face. He backed up slowly, and when I could I kissed a cheek, and then leaned forward and licked his hairy crack. Ray groaned, and spread his legs, leaning back further until I could get my tongue up to his asshole, and licked again. He did something with his hands then, I think he was working fingers around my cock head rim that drove me wild. I began licking and sucking his sweaty asshole, not able to move – it was all frustrating and exciting at the same time, and he adjusted, pushing backwards more to my mouth, his cock drooling on my chest the whole time. I was now able to suck his hole, licking and chewing it, pausing to push my tongue and fuck it a little.
Ray was fwapping my cock like crazy now, pausing to get more grease now and then. He pushed his hand against the base of my cock, in a ring, and then the other hand stripped from bottom to top, slowly and excruciatingly, more and more while I rimmed and ate his ass. Ray stopped, and then climbing off me, rustled around in his bag again. He climbed back on me, now with a fucking glove on his left hand. He took a gob of grease, and reaching around, seemed to push it in his ass, grimacing slightly. He stood up then, and squatted slowly, gently, reaching with his greasy hand to hold my cock. I felt the head of my cock at the opening of his asshole, and he squatted quickly to pop it in. He grunted and grimaced again, holding still for a second, then squatted down a little more, my cock suddenly now sliding deep in him.
He hit a second barrier up in his asshole as he grunted, then with no more fanfare, he slammed his ass completely down to my groin, closing his eyes and grunting, got used to the shaft in him. He started muttering at me in Spanish, and flexed his legs, raising up on my cock a bit, then, as he had that afternoon, grabbed the rope around my chest with his gloved hand, and twisted the rope through his fingers. He was able to get balanced perfectly then, holding on the rope and riding up and down my cock, begging me for more, as he slid faster and faster holding his cock with his right hand. My feet, chest, and hands were tied down professionally, but not my hips, and as he rose up, I flexed my ass and slammed my cock up into his asshole. I thought his eyes would bug out, his mouth made an O and he emitted a long painful groan. I relaxed and slammed up in his asshole again as he grabbed and pulled on the rope around my chest and bed, his face a grimace of pain.
He bounced down on my cock and then on the upswing I thrust up into him again, almost knocking him over, when he looked at me with a look of incredulous surprise. I bucked into him, jackhammering (my god my glutes were hurting) into his hole as he began bouncing up and down hard, yelling at me. I slowed slightly, and Ray sped up fucking himself on my cock, riding me like crazy when I started bucking and thrusting him up off me as hard as I could. He put his feet under my torso, still holding onto the rope as we began bucking and thrusting at each other like crazy, and both of us yelling as we tried to outdo each other. Finally, after a few minutes, the bed was bouncing crazily when we got into complete synch, and finally I realized that Ray was squeezing his cock hard as he could not to cum. Damn, I couldn't get my hands free to jack him off as I hammered his ass!
He was in bliss now, riding me, up and down squeezing my cock on the down thrust as I tried as best I could to continue hammering him. The bellowing from Ray started getting louder and louder, when I did my best now to slam hard as I could into his ass with a big hard smack. Ray looked surprised again, then down at his cock, when suddenly he began a piercing yell, and a white thick jet of cum shot out and hit me in the face. I slammed his ass now jackhammering into it as he crouched, taking it all and shooting wave after wave of cum over my chest, crying out. I thought the bed was going to break, or the police were going to come from the noise, when suddenly Ray stood up over me, panting, cock dripping now on my belly. He looked at me, "Papi, I love you Joe!" and he carefully, stiffly got off the bed, "Now I take care of you!" Taking his glove off, he got another glob of udder grease, and started jacking me off again.
He greased up some fingers, and thrust them into my asshole gently, and started massaging my prostate. It felt like I had a hot flame in my ass, and that in combination with the perfect long-stroke jacking was driving me over the edge. He paused to run his thumb around and around my cockhead, driving me crazy, and I yelled out again. My legs started shaking uncontrollably as he ground into my prostate perfectly, holding the head of my cock in his hand and squeezing and rotating his hand over it. "You cum now Papi Joe!" Ray said, delighted, feeling my prostate getting hard no doubt, until my hips started bucking in his hands. Suddenly, a bolt of orgasm hit my groin, and I shot a gob of cum in the hand that was squeezing and rotating over my cockhead. And another. And another, as my skin began tingling and crawling over my shoulders and head, and he just kept on stroking and jacking me, winking at me as I felt like I was in another universe.
My orgasm began to wane, and I gasped, my hips and legs still reacting to his jacking off, which wasn't stopping. "Ray... sensitive!" I grunted, but he continued at my cock, and grinding and twisting his fingers in my asshole. "Yes Papi, this is the best part!" He said, grinning. He let my ass go, and with one hand squeezed the base of my cock, forcing blood into the shaft and head making it hard again as he took the palm of his hand, pressing down on my cockhead and began rotating, pressing down. It literally took my breath away from the intense sensation, "R-Ray, gotta stop!" I begged, and he continued squeezing and now stroking my shaft with one hand, base to tip, paying special attention to stroking and polishing my cockhead. My legs were now shivering and vibrating like crazy, as I realized my predicament. "Oh, No NO!" I said, and Ray continued jacking me far beyond the point of no return, squeezing my shaft over and over, as I realized I was getting somewhat hard again.
He cooed and made kissing sounds at me as he pushed fingers back into my asshole, and I began panting. My cock was on fire, electric orgasmic sensations running from it to my head, and as he squeezed and worked my cock post-cumming, I began hearing a wailing sound. My cock was now hard as a rock, and he continued stroking it, squeezing the head, and holding the tip with his fingers under the rim, twisting back and forth. The wailing was growing, and I realized it was me, not able to even form words at this point. He made a tube with his hand, and started squeezing base-to-tip, over and over, and in desperation as I was at a gibbering point, I started flexing my groin muscles, doing kegels, anything to force another cum out. I started cramping, and Ray whispered "Good, good!" to me as I began bucking against the ropes, shaking violently when suddenly more cum began shooting out "Oh! More cream Papi!" Ray said, delighted.
Four or five spurts of white-hot cum from my cock, and that was that. I had hyperventilated myself too much, and I just went limp, shutting down slightly as I felt Ray stop working my cock, and begin kissing my muscles, bulging and veiny now. I was really spinning and dizzy as I felt my feet loosened, and then my hands, and then finally I felt a rope slide off my chest. Ray climbed back into bed with me, and crawling on top of me, wrapped his arms around, hands on my biceps as we both nodded off to sleep. I was a wreck! In the middle of the night, there was a sharp rap on the door, which woke me up – Ray had rolled off me and was curled up with his back and furry ass against me. He jumped up, yelling something at the door, and I looked over – it was like 4am. He put on a towel, and opened the door to excited talk in Spanish, and then I heard keys jangling.
I woke up again suddenly at 5am, and Ray was fully dressed, "I go now Papi." He had written an elaborate note to me, telephone and other contact, "Please, I want to see you again Joe." There was another sharp rap on the door, and Ray exited, looking back at me sadly. I couldn't sleep at this point, and got up, took a shower – udder grease does not come off easily – and headed to the hotel restaurant, a Denny's. I think everyone in Texas must get up at 5am, it was packed with Rodeo people, and people whispering as I walked in. No tables. Counter. I looked up and down, and my eyes locked on a very nice looking young guy, dirty blond, nice shoulders, and thought OK. My ass was sore from thrusting last night, and all my muscles were sore from straining through continuous jacking off for half an hour, and I slowly eased myself onto the stool.
The guy was staring at me hungrily, and I realized I could have been his father. Same round head, blue eyes, same big shoulders, and same pale sandy blond hair I had at that age. "Wow, you look like you could be my son!" I said, trying to start a conversation. He was kind of dumbstruck, and finally said, "You look like my dad, only bigger." "And gayer," I added putting my hand out. "Joe." "I don't know about that," he said, grinning. "Oh, I'm Joe." I said, laughing. "That's not what I meant." he said, looking at me like he was going to eat me for breakfast. I thought, "Oh, boy. Here we go again." I ended up giving him a lift back up north to Fort Hood, where he lived with his father at the army base. But that's it's own mind blowing story for a later time. My god, I didn't even get to see the Alamo I just realized!
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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.