Road Trip Texas: Wichita Falls
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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I had a great rest in Abilene after the crazy evening with Daddy Jon – it was funny how after all these years, people don't change much. And in Daddy Jon's case, he just got hotter the older he got. Or was it charisma that got more concentrated. In any case, I was grateful for a full night's sleep, and after a carefully put-together breakfast at Denny's, I felt more back on my normal bodybuilding diet plan, e.g. low-carbs. I had just about convinced myself to drive on up to Amarillo to see Cadillac Ranch and other crazy art, but I realized that by check-out time in my hotel, that would put me up there very late afternoon, and I wouldn't see much. I looked for a shorter drive and it hit me – "Wichita Falls". It was funny, but I dredged up a memory of Pat Metheny, and his album "As Falls Wichita, So Falls Wichita Falls", and found it on iTunes. It's a long (20 minute) strange guitar and keyboard piece (Lyle Mays) sort of aggressive, dreamy jazz fusion sound.
That was my inspiration I decided, so I headed pretty much due north. Flat. I know I was supposed to be in a plains river valley, but it just seemed spectacularly flat in all directions as I drove on a small highway, flat and dry. The music boomed out of the car, with my top up – it was also searing hot outside, and the further north I got, the more devastated the landscape seen – looked like there hadn't been a drop of water in years. After the set was over, I turned off the stereo and just enjoyed the solitude in my car, of the monotonous road, turning over parts of music in my head, and thinking about what I'd see in Wichita Falls. Heading into the city, small but nice-looking, but very parched, I thought "OK, where are the falls". I hunted around, and found a park area where, indeed there were "falls".
Fake. I suppose the real ones had dried up or been built over some time ago, and I felt a vague sense of irritation. It's like being told to go see "Niagra Falls" and finding that it's actually a water fountain. The falls were simply a man-made water feature in a park. Sigh. Everyone seemed to be out working somewhere, so I wandered around a bit in the area, feeling every drop of moisture sucked out of my body, and decided to take it easy, get a hotel, soak up some water, catch up on email, see if there was a gym to work out, maybe a fun straight bar. I was able to get a studio-style room – there was a nearby air force base which seemed to need hotels that catered to people having extended stays, so I got some groceries to prepare my own dinner and lunch. I listened to the Pat Metheny track again, and thought about the old Glen Campbell "Wichita Lineman" song, you could really see someone here hours away from a city in the middle of a dusty plain up on a pole working. Hmm.
I decided I needed to be around people, and found a nice gym to go to. It had a powerlifting focus, not bodybuilding, but good equipment and a lot of guys in groups helping each other out. There wasn't really a locker room, more of a lockable large bathroom, but I changed and went out to warm up and start my routine. Guys immediately came over and talked with me, but unfortunately I don't lift for heavy weight, I lift for bodybuilding thought I did powerlifting years back. "I'm too old!" I laughed, and explained back and knee problems. It didn't negate the fact that on the machines, I max out on weight, which shocked a few guys. That's when I saw him. Shorter guy, trimmed body hair, chunky bodybuilder body, and he was working out with a woman who was a few inches taller and looked like a pro-bodybuilder, very leaned and cut. I ended up doing cable sets near them, and chatted a bit.
It looked odd though, she was bossing him around a lot, and the phrase "pussy whipped" popped in my head. Larry couldn't take his eyes off me. Also, it was clear both were juicing, she had bad acne on her back. She had to go off for something for a minute, and Larry and I talked a bit.. He was just amazed at my age and conditioning, and wanted my secret. We were bullshitting around, and I said it was all the cock I sucked. Larry laughed for a moment, "Oh yeah, right, like you're gay." I said, "Uh, Larry, I am gay." Larry looked at me and it was like he was standing under clouds. Shadows flowed over his face with conflicting emotions, the laughter fading in and out. "Naaw!" he said finally. "Oh yeah. Out for a long, long time, Larry" I said, and he looked frightened. Then he put his hands on his head, and walked around in a circle, which reminded me of a Chimpanzee, and I wondered if there was a universal "confusion" behavior in primates for a second.
"Oh, Man!" he said, as Brittany, his girlfriend walked back up. He didn't say anything to her, but they continued the workout, and as I moved off, I heard some arguments from that area. A guy leaned over "They're at it again," he said. Larry continued to watch me from a distance, but after I while I paid no attention, and finishing up my workout, I changed in the bathroom and walked back out, and fuck – there was Larry sitting in the dirt, and I walked over to make sure he was ok. He wasn't. He was crying, and had one hell of a shiner. "Brittany punched me!" he said, big tears welling up again. "Hey hey hey," I said, "come on, let's take care of that." Larry was too embarrassed to go inside, and Brittany had taken their car. I didn't ask what the argument was about, but I got him in my car, and back at the hotel, I got ice from the hall ice machine, and put it on his eye as he sat on the couch, crying again.
"Larry," I asked, "You're juicing. But are you also taking something for estrogen?" "Huh?" Larry said, and I had to explain how the body converts testosterone into estrogen. Brittany had gotten him juicing with her, but of course her estrogen was not a problem. I gave him a bottle of exemestane, and told him one dropper daily until his emotions were more stable. I didn't say anything about Brittany. I have to say, that woman packed quite a punch, and he had a beautiful black eye, even with the swelling controlled a bit through ice. I fussed around in the tiny kitchen, and made a light supper talking to Larry about bodybuilding, what he did (security at the Air force base), chatting away, and put down some food for us, high-protein low-carb. Larry was the saddest thing I had ever seen as he nibbled at his food, this short hairy man, and he began to talk a little bit more, back to "the gay".
He wanted to know how I knew, when I knew, all that kind of thing, and then he began crying again. Jesus! He apologized, and then told me what had happened. Brittany had watched him watching me, and accused him of being interested in me more than her. I mean, it was like they were in high school. It escalated, and finally Brittany punched him in the parking lot, jealous, and accused him of going homo on her, and then sped off in the car. Then Larry said in the smallest voice in the world, "but I don't know if she was wrong." I was a bit shocked, and watched how he looked at me. Wanting to defuse the situation, I made up another towel with ice, and made him get to the couch, leaning back and put it on him. However, when I walked away, his hand caught my belt and pulled me over. I looked at him, smiling, and he pulled me down, and kissed me. What was running in my head was, "All this and no alcohol!"
He was a nervous kisser, but at least aggressive, and he suddenly didn't know what to do. I stood up again. "Larry," I began, "You sure you want to go down that road right now?" "You're such a nice guy," he said looking a little forlorn. I whispered, "Hey, show me your posing." We talked a bit more, and I kept deflecting the sex thing, until he took his shirt off and started showing off. I knew it's the one thing you can always distract a bodybuilder with, is showing off. He was quite good, and had a well-balanced body... I got us some beers, and he convinced me to take my shirt off and pose for him, and then we sat back and shot the bull for a while, as Larry stared at me more and more. "Take you home?" I finally asked, "spend the night, what do you want to do buddy." Larry didn't say anything, so I stripped my pants off and started doing some leg poses, and dared him to do so too.
He didn't want to do that, so I started wrestling with him for fun, got his belt open, and then holding him in a scissor lock, stripped his pants off – but of course, not too much resistance – but he was immediately embarrassed about his cock. He was rock-hard, the front of his shorts sticking out, but was a bit smaller than average. I thought he was going to die when he saw me getting hard, and apologized for being so small – then more on how Brittany humiliated him. She was a real piece of shit. "You know," I said then, "it may be a big deal to you, or Brittany, but it's not to me. Nobody's going to say no to you Larry." Larry looked somewhat relieved, though he didn't remove his hands from in front of his cock, and I got him to do some leg poses with me. You can see where this is going. I told Larry now to touch my biceps, and he did so – gingerly at first, then really felt them and squeezed.
That's when I noticed his shorts were wet. He then touched my pecs, and I said "You've never touched a guy have you." Larry nodded no with huge eyes, and he then squeezed my triceps, traps, delts, and kneeling, my calves and quads. His hands were literally shaking – it was clear that he was entirely into forbidden territory. "Larry, you can feel my dick too." He froze. It was all getting real, and he reached up with a furry paw, and touched my cock ever so gently. I squeezed my groin muscles and my cock bounced and hit his hand through the shorts, and he snorted and laughed, "Fuck!" He squeezed it now, mouth open in awe, fright perhaps, and something else, maybe hunger. He stroked me a little roughly, and I told him to get up. He was short, maybe 5'3" to my 5'9", and looked late 20's, I would easily be his father. I stared him in the eye, as I reached down, and tried to stroke his cock, but he wouldn't take his hands away.
"You can take them away, or I can take those hands away Larry," I said. "Man, it's no competition to yours." He said, "I'm nervous about it." I looked at him and use my Dad voice. "Now Larry, do what I say" He looked startled, and slowly dropped his hands as I squeezed his wet underwear. Nice fat cock, and even with the juice, big balls. "Careful!" He said suddenly, grabbing my wrist. I stopped stroking him, and walked towards the bedroom, and grabbed his wrist to pull him along in with me. Suddenly, at the bed, he practically tackled me, and we rolled around in each other's arms, cocks rubbing against each other through underwear. He started kissing me again, and sucking my tongue too hard, and practically biting my lips, when I got him to calm down, and got him to be a bit more gentle. Stroking and squeezing his muscles, he groaned, and became less and less tense in my arms, and I pushed my hand under the band of his underwear, and felt his furry ass. It was magnificent.
"Joe," he said in a new voice, "Joe, can I ask you something?" "Ask away!" I responded, and he wanted me just to lie back on the bed, and let him explore my body, my cock. "All you want." I responded and that was the beginning of an hour of muscle-daddy worship, as he felt me all over, muscles, my cock, beard, everything, and I had the feeling it was the first time he could actually explore a big guy. Finally, his hands went into my underwear, and he stroked my cock, and I got him to slide them off so I was stark naked with a hardon. Larry was going crazy now, sweating and giving off little grunts of satisfaction feeling and jacking me off, when I pulled him down to me, and wrapping my arms around him, began kissing, feeling his cock pushing into my belly. I rolled over then, with him on the bottom, and started feeling him all over, giving him a light massage.
It was wonderful, even if he had trimmed his hair, feeling his superb body when I started to pull his shorts off. He grunted, and grabbed my wrists, when I said "hey hey hey" again, and got him to relax. I pulled his shorts off as he put an arm over his eyes, and I told him to relax. He had a perfect cock – uncut, nice shiny head, perfect shaft, and thick fur at the base and all over his balls. I stroked it, cupping his balls in my other hand, and he sighed and groaned like he was giving birth. Still embarrassed, he refused to look at me, until I leaned down and sucked on his cock a little. "I take a long time to cum too," he said, still nervous, and I replied "Perfect." I popped the head in my mouth and sucked on it, popping the edge just in and out along my lips, sucking and pressing hard as he groaned, "Uh, wha-what are you doing?" He said, bewildered almost.
I sucked him further in my mouth, tongue now rolling around his cock, easy to do with him not taking up so much room in my mouth. I pressed his cock hard between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, and then started fucking my mouth with his cock, pulling and pushing his hips, completely under my control. Larry started grunting uncontrollably, loud noises each time I felt the thick edge of his cock rub up against my lips, almost pulling out. I let his hips go, and with both hands started pulling on his balls, massaging them gently in their nest of fur as Larry arched his back, almost barking with the intensity of his sensation. I let his cock out, and he relaxed, and I put both my hands, just fingertips, on his shaft, massaging it as I licked and sucked his head. "I take a long time to cum," I recalled as I felt the first spurts of precum, very nicely flavored.
Larry's hips started bucking again, and I really wondered how long he would last, I'd been at it only 5 or 10 minutes. I stuck out my tongue, and slurped him back into my mouth again, and started licking his shaft inside my mouth, rolling my tongue around and around his head, sucking harder and harder. "Omygod!" Larry grunted, "Unh, ahh, unhhhhh!" He started shaking, and suddenly I had a big blast of bitter cum in my mouth. I relaxed the suction for a moment as I swallowed his big load, then continued sucking him very hard as he flooded my mouth again and again with his juice. He began bellowing and thrashing as he got overly sensitive, and I held him down, continuing to suck on him, knowing how crazy he was going to get. Suddenly, someone banged on the wall! Ooops! I stopped suddenly, and looked at Larry, as he looked at me, and we began laughing. "Man, I've never felt anything like that!" Larry said, still panting, "You, I, I just came bang!"
Larry reared up, and dived at me on the bed, crawling on top of me, a crazy kissing machine. "Fuck, I can't believe it," he said, squeezing and hugging me, his hands on my huge biceps, squeezing and massaging them as he peppered my face with kisses. My own cock was rubbing up between his furry legs and I reached down, cupping his small hard ass and fucked between his legs now in earnest. I love leg fucking hairy guys, and with his small stature, it was just magic – I just pushed and pulled him around at will. I suddenly felt him getting hard again, and was trying to decide if I wanted to cum yet, when Larry, literally crawled up my chest, and sat on it, his hot short cock sitting right on my mouth. "Please Joe, suck me again?" He begged, and reaching up to the headboard of the bed, crawled up more and started thrusting into my mouth. Am I going to say no?
He started fucking my mouth gently, then more forcefully as I jacked off, finally getting his feet up over my shoulders, and squatting down to fuck at a better angle. I licked the soft silky underside of his cock as he thrust away blindly, grunting again, then pursing my lips, let his head pop in and out of the deep vacuum I made. I could have gone on like that for hours, but as he rubbed the head of his cock now against the ridged roof of my mouth, groaning and shaking his head, I knew I was ready to blow, tasting his juices. I started jacking even harder, letting my hand slap against my balls just a little bit uncomfortably, when I felt the volcano start. I sucked with a frenzy now, his cock in my mouth, when suddenly I felt an electric hot jolt of cum shoot out of my, and landed with a fwap on Larry's hairy back. "Ugh!" Larry barked out, but that did the trick as he began wailing and shooting cum again feeding me.
I let out a few more jets of hot thick cum on his back – he shuddered and groaned with each wet splash. He just was a cum machine for me, I don't even know how many shots he gave me, but it was more than a mouthful. "Joe, Joe, wipe it off!" He begged, climbing up and standing over me. I slid back, got a towel from the bathroom and wiped off the thick globby cum, then pushed him back down on the bed, climbing on him. He immediately put his arms and legs around my torso, and like a little monkey clung to my torso, crazy kissing me again. I slowly lowered myself down, crushing him against the bed, whispering in his ear about 250lbs of dad muscle squashing him. He was moaning again, and slowly just lay his arms and legs out, reveling in the feeling of muscle-on-muscle. We paused for a moment, both with that just-came tiredness sweeping over us, and suddenly I was awake again, about half an hour having passed.
His cock was poking in my belly, hard as a rock again! I rolled off him, and then scooped him up, arm under his knee and back, enjoying all 5'3" of him as I carried him over like my little muscle son, and popped him in a chair. I picked up his ankles, and lifted his legs, starting to fuck his legs again, banging harder and harder against him, then slowly separated his legs, and started jacking him off, cupping his balls. I gently touched his asshole, but as I thought he would, he jumped about a foot – very nervous. I kept on jacking him, playing with his balls until he blurted out, "Daddy Joe, if you keep doing that..." I grinned, "I thought you were hard to cum?" He grinned, putting his hands on the chair and trying to pull away from me a bit, "Uh, you do something, y'know?" I put his legs back together, fucking between them as I jacked him, and pulled his balls back.
I could only sort of play with the head of his cock, with my wet fingers rolling around the rim, but as I fucked between his legs I made sure I hit his balls a little bit. He didn't know if he liked that, but he couldn't resist for some reason. He kept pulling away, then stopping. I spread his legs, and got down on my knees, his legs up over my shoulders, and sucked his cock completely in my mouth, then to his shock, popped the balls in too, sucking his entire crotch into my hungry mouth. I then put my hands behind the small of his back, clasping them, and abruptly stood up, with him now on my shoulders, junk in my mouth, and his hands on my head, gasping. He couldn't get off, which he tried to do, but he was quivering with the sucking, and I heard another "Oh No!" and for the third time in around two hours, he came and flooded my mouth with cum, hot semen now bathing his own balls in his juice.
"Stop! STOP!" he begged, and I stopped sucking for a moment as I took a gasp of air through my nose. I carried him to the bed, and slammed him down on his back as I leaned over, and holding his legs as he fought, started fucking his legs again. My cock jutted out obscenely, aimed right at his face as I continued the fuck, and as my hips started twitching and moving erratically, he suddenly realized that I was going to cum, cum hard, and right on his face. He started thrashing and trying to kick to get away, but with my arms wrapped around his knees in almost a wrestling hold, he was locked, and I grinned at him, "Here it comes stud!" and shot a few jets of cum right at his face and mouth. My entire groin was on fire, and my cock was a tiny bit raw from the furry fucking, which only made the intensity worse for me, and I continued fucking away as I got softer, with a sudden final jet shooting right in his open mouth as he begged me to clean him up!
Larry sputtered and spat, wiping his mouth laughing as I let him go, crawling in bed and handing him the cum-crusted towel from an hour earlier. "Shit," he laughed, and he rolled over, kissing me again, and curling up against me. "Two guys," Larry began, trying to articulate his feelings. I pulled him back facing me, looking at the black eye. "Yeah, and the world didn't come to an end." Larry was so emotional and affectionate, pulling himself close to me and kissing, "Fuck man, I never knew it was, you know. Like this." He began to talk about the bad relationship with Brittany, but I hushed him, putting a finger on his lips, and squeezing him in my arms, we both fell asleep after a while, until he began snoring like a freight train. But then that faded out and I fell asleep until I felt the bed shaking.
It was morning, fucking 5am, and Larry was stretched out, legs flexing, jacking off – his hand was not cupping his cock, he did it "overhand", and he was staring at my huge body, and jumped a little as I said "Go on, touch it." He reached over and started stroking my chest and arms as I began jacking off, until his hand was almost literally a blur and he began little involuntary grunts. He suddenly grabbed my cock, and jacked it off, and it seemed like it was the first time he had really stroked a man's cock. He kept holding his breath, and then expelling it in a burst, his body tensing, until he began grunting and gasping, jerking me off, and then with a huge burst of air started shooting cum all over himself, his fast-vibrating hand managing to cover me, the bed, and the floor with a spray of thick white juice. I tensed my groin muscles, and squeezing, told him to play with the head of my cock more, when I started shooting my normal morning load all over.
Larry was hypnotized with the hot cum which shot, then oozed out of my long cock all over his hand. "Man," He said, then crawling up on me again, face buried in my shoulder. His eye was very purple and yellow now, not looking good. "Larry," I said, getting up, c'mon, let's talk. I made us each 4 hard-boiled eggs, oatmeal, using up the rest of my milk, the remainder of a box of strawberries, juice, and the rest of the bread for Peanut-Butter and Jelly, and still had a crapload of stuff to eat. Bodybuilder breakfast. "Larry, I'm going to pay for this studio for a week," I began, his eyes getting big as saucers. "Your name goes on the room, stay here and get it together. Get your car back, get a new start. I think you enjoyed last night, huh?" He tried to say he couldn't accept it, but I told him to shut up, and eat. I walked around behind him, and massaged his neck, and big muscles, and told him I had a great night, and hoped he did too.
I thought he was going to choke on an egg. He was in shock, kind of, but in a good way. We showered together, he got another round of feeling up Daddy Joe and jacking off – what a fuckbunny – and I transferred the room to him and paid up. We talked about men for an hour before leaving. "Man, I, I don't know what to say," he began, as I dropped him off near his job at the base. "I, I'll never forget you Joe, I'm like dreaming," he said, chin trembling. "Remember the exemestane Larry!" I said, not wanting him to cry again from all the hormones he had mixed up. "Larry, do one thing for me?" "Anything," he grinned, wiping a tear. "Pay it forward stud. Pay it forward." I waved at him as I began my longer trip up to Amarillo. Larry still calls me to this day, not got a boyfriend, but definitely no longer has Brittany. And thank god, he stopped trimming his fur except for contests!
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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.