Road Trip Texas: Volume 3 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Well, for a change, I was up before Wiley, who didn't have a flight until much later that day, back to North Carolina. I had text messages, and emails beeping on my phone to confirm meetings in a day or so, harsh reality was intruding on my Texas Roadtrip. Wiley was so sexy, much more the mature man than the teenager that sent me messages almost a decade ago, and I kissed him after I was dressed, and told him not to forget to clear out before 11am at the hotel – almost reflexively being very Daddy – then apologized. He looked at me with sleepy brown eyes, and told me "Goodbye Papaw, I, you know I'll always love you..." I kissed each of his eyes, and cleared on out as he fell back asleep, and headed towards Houston, a few hour drive back to my home. A relief. I stopped and had a so-called breakfast at Denny's, trying to calorie load before I got home so I could go to the gym, but it didn't work well, so I stopped at a store along the way and bought a bushel of sandwiches.
Around noon, it was stinking hot – probably 98F – and I was nearing Highway 36 from the 59 (which has become the Interstate 69, much to my endless puerile amusement), when I suddenly decided I needed a picnic in the park, so I headed southeast to Brazos Bend State Park. I hadn't seen any alligators for a while, and with the heat, I expected that they would be very active. I headed off the road towards the park, parked, and with my sandwiches and some water in a bag, walked through the dripping, searing southeast Texas heat – think New Orleans. Same region. Spanish moss festooned the trees along the walking paths, fetid ditches with unidentifiable fluorescent green things reaching out, overgrown reeds on all sides, retina-searing sunlight in clearings, exactly like a CSI episode color-enhanced out of control – I loved it. I was near home.
In my garden in Houston, the saying goes when we plant things "First it creeps, then it leaps," and this was a natural reserve that had been leaping and bounding forever. The park was somewhat empty of humans, which was perfect, and I neared one of the larger lakes where there was a wooden observation platform. I sat on a bench, in the eye-tingling sunlight, and ate my sandwiches, and instead of observing the lake, terms, dragonflies, lotus, I watched the paths. My eyes are tuned for nature, and I saw a very natural-looking park ranger in the distance – I was one of the first humans that PRK was done to (London, Lambeth Wing Eye Hospital, 1992), and they over-corrected somewhat so I have extraordinary distance vision. Beard, ginger beard, shorter man, wider shoulders, color-coordinated dark green shirt, armpit stains, legs with a sunlight haze of fur on the thighs, emblem, reflector glasses, cap, muscles, veins, and he walked on by, staring at me.
Then a mom and two children walked by, my fingers that they wouldn't come up on the platform, and as another saying goes, "When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers," which was Oscar Wilde. The screaming kids walk by, and there was a sign, I kid you not, about two stories high reading "Do not approach closer than this to the lake. Alligators are dangerous." I used to go hiking in Yosemite with a group of friends, and at the middle of one hike, we were in a very nice ice-cold river, until one of the group read a sign, very rusted, hanging over the water "People have died here." We were at the edge of Vernal falls, very pretty, and very deadly. To my complete shock, the ranger walked up on the platform – 5'4", drop-dead sexy. He made sure I understood that I had to carry my trash with me, there were areas to eat food, and took off his glasses to look out at the lake for a moment.
A pair of matching blue eyes, crinkled corners, a drop of sweat that fell on the platform from one side of his beard, and I heard thunder, though the sun was still searing. He took his cap off, very short haircut, wiped his head, and then we nodded at each other and he warned me about the alligator nest nearby, "Those Moms, they're very protective." I nodded, and told him I had a bag, thanks for the warning about the alligator, but my voice gave out! I told him I had a touch of Laryngitis, trying to keep from smiling enigmatically, and he headed off, glasses on, and waved at me. I began thinking of the park ranger and wondering what it would be like to fuck him, he had a big meaty ass – I had been having way too much sex, which only makes me think about it more – when I realized there was going to be a problem. I could see in the distance that the mother and children apparently couldn't read English in letters one foot high, and were walking to the water's edge.
Do you know the game Frogger? Remember from the 70's? The frog has to hop across a river, which has moving logs crossing in opposite directions. Unfortunately, some of the logs were alligators. The woman was really oblivious, as what looked like logs, which moved from the opposite shore – but were perfectly symmetrical down their long axis – started moving towards our side, which was why there was a platform. Boy those alligators reminded me of Frogger. I knew the alligators were looking at the children as lunch – it was around noon after all – and I also knew that while alligators were good swimmers, they liked to swim up very slowly, then run out of the water, lifting up on legs and hauling ass. I've seen Discover Channel. It was like the scene from the end of "Bonnie and Clyde" where the characters all look at each other suddenly, and then all hell breaks loose.
I started yelling at them to get away, but, well, my mouth opened wide and what sounded like a strangled dog came out. Ice water went through my veins, and all I could think of was a six-year-old child was going to get eaten by an alligator because I sucked a foot-long dong the previous night. I couldn't run the distance in the time, and I was frantic. Finally, I heaved up the trash can from the platform, emptied it and started banging it as hard as I could back and forth on the railing, and it made a big booming sound. I saw several people suddenly look in my direction, including the Ranger, and I frantically pointed with both arms in the direction of the mother, and he saw the kids, and the alligators that were nearing the shore. Instantly he started screaming at them and ran their way and the mother screamed and saw the alligator and the child screamed, and probably shit a brick, and "Protective Screaming Stupid Mom" scooped up the kids and ran from the shore, intelligently.
The alligators, placidly paused, and then slowly drifted back to their shore, and I began picking up the trash and putting it back in the can. Whew. Ranger Man came by, and bounded up the platform, and patted me on the back, and shook my hand, helping me to pick up the trash, talking a mile a minute. I was staring at the back of his thighs – furry reddish-brown hair – and he picked up the trashcan to move it back in its spot and grunted. "You picked this up man?" He said – now this guy was a real fireplug himself. "What are your stats," but the moment I tried to talk, a mixture of grunts and clicks came out. I drank some water and just got a normal booming bass voice, and asked him if he was hairy all over. As overheated as he was from running – I could practically hear the sweat dripping from his armpits – he blushed, and I apologized. "I just like natural, you know, hairy guys."
He got all bashful on me suddenly, and I thought I had overstepped – I'm not brazen at all, as you well know. "You got nice hairy legs, and arms, and real nice beard." He acted like he didn't know what to say, and then complimented me on my build, and then we proceeded along the well-worn "Where are you from," and "What did I do" kind of conversation, but something was happening. Our conversation trailed off, and he thanked me again, and walked off the platform, then maybe 100 feet away, stopped, turned around and looked back. You know that look. He cocked his head, then turned and walked on. "Wow!" I thought, grabbed my remaining bottle of water, and casually walked behind him, keeping around 100 yards away. He went back into the overgrown area, and all I could think of was "sex in the woods, sex in the woods" along with "alligator alligator".
A moment later, I saw a pretty high hurricane fence, gate open, and walked on through. There was large storage shed off in the distance, when he said, "Thanks man," startling me. "We have to keep this fenced to keep the 'gators out" he said, and closing the gate, he didn't relock it. He pulled out a khaki ribbon and tied it in a knot through the fence mesh, and said walked wordlessly to the large shed. It was filled with equipment I had no idea what for, other than maybe maintenance, and Ranger opened his shirt up. "Damn hot, ain't it", he said, casually. I took off my shirt, and took a drink from my bottle of water, and wordlessly, undid my shoes, and put them all on a workbench, then slid off my pants, and underwear folded beside them – the floor was just dirt. "Uh," was all Ranger said, and then dropped his shorts and putting everything by my clothes, neat and tidy, carefully holding a hand over his cock.
"I ain't hung like you daddy", he said, and then reached up in a cabinet, and put a big fat jar of Vaseline on the workbench, and turning around, bent over laying down on a smaller bench, ass pointing up at me. Not a word, but I tell you, I could smell that hairy body a mile away, and he was dripping with sweat. His ass was furry, really furry, hair all the way up to the pink hole that was winking at me. Fuck, I was almost shaking it was such a horny guy, and I bent down in the dirt of the shed and pulling his ass cheeks apart – he flexed them a little for me – I sniffed his hole, then stuck my tongue out and licked it. Sweet and kind of spicy from sweat of the day, he groaned a bit, and adjusted backwards, his short hot cock poking down, rock hard. I licked the hole again, blowing on it, then circled the tip of my tongue around, tasting more of his juices and feeling the hair wash over my tongue, just amazing.
I took hold of his ass, it was rock-hard, and he flexed again. I began sucking his hole, pushing my tongue in easily, and washing it around, and he flexed his ass, then his hole in syncopation, kissing back on my tongue while I slowly grabbed his cock and with my own wet hand, started jacking. He reached with a hairy paw, and gently pulled my hand away from his cock, and I understood, resuming work on his hole, watching precum drip on the dirt occasionally as I looked down. "LORD what's GOING ON" suddenly I heard, and I fell over in surprise. "LUNCHTIME!" behind me a uniformed cop had walked in, big old Texas style brush-cut thick-built guy, heavy, who pulled his shirt out, "Heh heh heh! Son's got a muscle daddy today! Go on, don't let me stop yah!" and I continued licking his hole, Ranger not moving an inch.
"Here", Cop said, holding the jar of Vaseline down, and I scooped up some of the faintly greenish goo, and rubbed it in the hole. Ranger literally opened his hole up, like a little mouth, and it gaped as I rubbed the lube around the edges, then deep inside, the strange stink of the Vaseline mixing with his heady body smells. A bit of a wind stirred up, and as I massaged Ranger's asshole, which was quite responsive, Cop came over and casually stuck a few fingers in and out of his hole, while he unbuttoned his shirt and kicked his boots off. "Nice and loose, ain't he." I heard an electronic burble, and the Cop walked over to the worktable, picked up a small kind of walkie talkie and clicked a button, "Open for business, Over". I heard a bleep, and some laughing, and he put it down, and shucked off his shirt, pants and underwear and underneath, putting them on a trestle by the workbench, jacking off his cock – nice cock, uncut.
He had a very hairy chest, bit of a belly, and I noticed a wedding ring, same as Ranger. I wiped some of the Vaseline off Rangers hole, his hair was all smeared flat, and sucked it some more; it was really open and juicy. Cop continued to jack off, looking down, and I reached up for his cock, it was nice and hefty, and skinning the head exposed, I sucked it. "Oh Daddy! That's good, get me nice and wet for that fuckhole, sheeeeit." He reached down again, and pushed four fingers in Ranger's hole, and he groaned, whimpered and squirmed a bit, Cop was pretty rough. "Come on Baby Boy, open up for your Daddies!" and at that, he slapped the ass hard, and walked behind Ranger. I stood up, and he looked over, grabbed my cock and jacked, "Lookee here! That's a long one muscleman! Baby Boy here hit the fuck jackpot today." At that he squatted slightly, his huge ass flexing, and putting one hand on the Ranger's back, he shoved his cock straight in to the base.
"Ahhh, good every time. Love me some hairy boy fuck!" and started see-sawing in the hole, when another guy showed up, a tall skinny redhead, dirty teeshirt, looked like he just came away from an auto repair shop. "Open for business!" he grinned, "Whoee, who's the muscle daddy!" and he came over, pulling on my cock, and squeezing my chest. "I could never get that big, no sir, I could work out all day every day!" I tried to say something, and my voice deepened, "You gotta suck a lotta cock man," I said, and both he and the Cop, fucking the Ranger, laughed. Cop was now holding the guy's ass, and really working his cock in and out, slow outstroke, and I looked around from front. Just the tip of his uncut cock was showing, then he slid it down to the root again, then slowly back out, moving his hips from side to side to mix everything up in that asshole.
"Pinch my tits daddy, I like that!" He said, licking his lips, now just thrusting Ranger back on his cock – Ranger adjusted, holding onto the bench now, standing up a bit more, so Cop wasn't squatting. He was short, so it was a perfect fit. Red had his shirt off, bit hairy and skinny, very furry, and had kicked off his boots when I heard more thunder, and a rush of wind. Red shucked off his pants, and had a very fat cock, not sure how long, uncut, big red bush. Red got on his knees and started sucking me, jacking himself off, but I could still reach and pinch Cop's big pencil-eraser nipples. "Oh, that's the spot Daddy, keep doing that and Baby Boy gets his first feeding. OH!" Red was slurping and talking to my cock, jacking himself off, and his fat cock was slowly getting longer. Another bust of wind came by, and then like a bomb exploded, rain hit the metal roof of the shed in a cascade.
Strange, the sun was still shining, but it's Texas – half sky black clouds, half sun. We were out of the rain a bit, and it was pounding, the dirt outside the shed quickly turning into mud. Red had his hand wrapped around my shaft, doing a suck-jack, and then paused, pushing his head forward, until I felt my cockhead against the back of his throat. He pushed more, and gagged and retched, pulling off immediately, "Oh fuck, that is a long one. Baby Boy, he's going to hit spots in you, sheee-ittttt." The rain was really coming down hard now, and on the metal roof, it was deafening. Red was slurping like crazy on my cock, jacking off, occasionally pausing again to slide the cock to his throat, then gagging. I finally just held his head, and pushed my cock into his throat, which drove him wild – he struggled, jacking off like crazy, but tried to get away, retching and snot coming out his nose, until finally I felt the gagging was too much when a burst of fluid came out over his beard.
I let him go, and he gasped, "DON'T STOP! I love gag the faggot daddy!" and he continued to slurp and gag, on my cock while Cop really did a beautiful fuck job. He was slapping away on Ranger's ass, which was quite pink, and spread his legs slightly for leverage, letting Ranger go. He touched his own nipples, pinching and pulling them as he shook his head, yelling over the noise of the rain, fucking and rocking his body hard, a good 10 minutes now of fucking and no letting up – it was really sexy, big fucking Daddy just pounding away, flexing his ass and his belly bouncing slightly. Just like that, the rain stopped, and I heard Cop telling Baby Boy that he had the sweetest cumhole in the county, "Wanted to you day and night, my old broad ain't got nothing on that hairy hole!" Red backed away from my cock, and breezes wafted over us, and fumbled in his pants, and out came a small brown bottle.
"Baby Boy, brought you a present!" He said, standing up. His heavy cock bounced, bring pinkish-white, big balls dangling. He reached over and fed Ranger some poppers, and he whined and wriggled his ass more, and grabbed at the bottle, one hand on the bench. Red slapped Cop on the ass, and Cop pulled right out, dripping all sorts of fluids on the ground as Reb took hold of Ranger's hairy ass and slid his cock right in, also to the hilt. "Fuck, it's hot Daddy, you got him all worked up!" he laughed, fucking away like a bunny hard into the hairy ass. Ranger continued to sniff the poppers, when I remembered something vague from when I was in "Great Outdoors" camping in Los Angeles, and we went to Catalina. Cop slapped me on the ass after a few minutes of jacking himself off, and pushed Red away. I had really one of the most beautiful asses in front of me, and I pushed my cock in, popping the head in the hole.
Ranger squeezed it, practically chewed it with his ass, and I slid in further, slowly savoring the fuck when Cop pushed my ass hard, "It don't hurt Daddy!" and I slid deep, then popped his inner hole open as Ranger jumped and howled. Cop yelled "Fuck, he opened him up deeper than you can Red, that's a big bodunkus!" and I started fucking away, feeling the hairy back of Ranger. I hunched over, arms around his hairy midsection and started fucking him hard, really hammering in his ass as he squeezed harder and harder, a really well-trained fucker. I felt a tickle, and heard Cop say "Suck those daddy balls Red!" and realized that Red was licking my balls from behind, his beard tickling my legs. Pulling back, I started full strokes in and out of Ranger's ass, feeling every inch of his hole, rectum, and gut as I pushed deep in, and deep out, "That's what I'm talking about Daddy," Red said, not able to keep up.
"Fuck him, fuck my Baby Boy!" he said, and Cop slapped my ass, pushing me aside. "I'm gonna fuck him! I'm gonna load him up!" and with that, he pinched his nipples, "Push me in Daddy!" Red got behind Cop, and put his arms around him, feeling his fat belly as he kind of sidled up to Ranger, and I took hold of his fat short cock, and held it against the wide-open asshole as it slid right in. He thrust hard, and began a slamming fuck, and I felt him reach down and start jacking me off, "Fuck you're all juiced up from Baby Boy's ass. Red come here fucker!" and Red stood on the other side, and Cop jacked him off too, while we reached up and pinched his nipples. Ranger was practically drinking the poppers at this point, when Cop started barking out "I'm gonna fucking cum, I'm gonna fill Baby Boy's hairy ass with his cum lunch, god fucking dammit, here's my cum WHAOOOOO!"
And with that, he thrust, and held his cock in Ranger's ass, shaking slightly, then thrust again, bellowing out over and over, thrusting again, emptying his thick cock into Ranger's guts, pausing jacking us off, and finally letting out a bit "Anuuuuuhhhhhhfffff!" and pulled back, thick cock dripping a long glob of cum on the dirt. I had to cum, I was so excited from watching the really lurid fuck, I sidled up to Ranger and pushed in one big thrust, and holding onto his hairy fat ass, started slamming away. Ranger started squeezing me all the right ways, and I could feel the stimulation along the length of my cock, especially when I pulled out to the tip when his asshole clamped down on the rim, hard. I pushed deep into him, pushing the cum-lube into his gut, then sawing back out, pausing, then hard slamming fucking into his ass while Cop stood there watching, mouth open, and Red reached down to feel my balls.
"He's gonna cum into you also Baby Boy", Red said, jacking himself off, "I'm fucking close" I bellowed, and the half-hour of sucking, fucking and jacking got to me. I felt a little electric trickle at first, then an avalanche of cum as I began howling, and yelling, filling that endless muscle butt full of my cum and slamming it hard as I could into him, pushing deep into his gut, "Taste it yet, Baby Boy!" I yelled, fucking him hard, long slamming in and out strokes, each one an incredible sensation along the length of my cockshaft with his asshole clamped down on it like a vise. "He's milking my shaft, FUCK THAT GOOD!" I yelled, jet after jet of cum being literally sucked out by that ass. I had to stop for a second, finally, almost dizzy from the violently aggressive fucking. Red slapped my ass, and he grabbed Ranger with his bony hands and pushed his meaty fat cock in that hole.
Red really liked slapping Ass, and howling, and Cop came around behind Red, and stuck his thumb in the Vaseline. Putting a huge thick arm around Red, who was whimpering and fucking like a jackhammer now, Cop reached down, worming around that hairy red ass, and shoved his thumb in Red's hole. Red screamed - literally, and began shaking, like a seizure, and started yelling gibberish about cumming in to Baby Boy. Cop was twisting his hand, screwing his thumb deeper and harder into Red, the noise reaching a crescendo when the screaming changed tone – I realized it was coming outside the shed. I looked at the distance, and to my horror, a drift of feral pigs were frantically screaming and digging under the hurricane fence - the ground was slippery and wet from the storm - and I realized what I had forgotten. When I went camping on Catalina Island, we were sternly warned NOT to bring poppers because the wild pigs loved it.
"WATCH OUT!" I yelled, and all three men looked in a single motion at the pigs running at us. In one amazing motion, Cop yanked his thumb out, and Ranger, turning around, pushed us all towards the shed bench, and we jumped up to have a half-dozen pigs start rooting around on the floor, it was a nightmare, and they are nasty creatures. The trestle of clothes from Red and the Cop was knocked over, and the pigs, having come in through the mud of the yard from the rain, were literally covered in it. I yelled at Ranger, "Give me the fucking poppers!" I wrested it out of his hand, and taking the lid off, in an instant the pigs were screaming again, stomping under us. I took a towel off the wall, and managed to tear a bit off of it with my teeth, and stuffed it in the open popper bottle. The pigs were hopping at the edge of the worktable, but leaning down, I figured out I could just about make it.
In an underhanded pitch, I threw the big bottle slightly up, and it sailed over the hurricane fence into reeds. The pigs continued to squeal and run around under us, then they wandered around a little, more out of the shed, then suddenly one squealed, screamed really, and ran off to the fence, then the whole drift ran off and screaming burrowed frantically again at the fence to get to the poppers. Fuck. We got off the bench, and Ranger, shook my hand, "I owe you again Daddy!" and Cop and Red were just open-mouthed with astonishment. "Fuuuck," Cop said, his dirt-and mud-trampled uniform, and Red looked at his previously dirty clothes, which were now clotted with mud. The two crestfallen men took their clothes, and shook them while Ranger and I stood there watching, and I couldn't help but to start laughing. "Shit, It ain't funny!" Cop said, and he burst out laughing.
I got my bottle of water and tried to wash some mud out, but only got worse, and we heard the pigs scream again in the distance. Cop and Red got their filthy clothes on, laughing, and slowly loped away, leaving Ranger and me standing, naked. I looked at him, "Baby Boy, you ain't cum yet!" Imitating Cop, and pushed him around, facing down on the bench, our feet in muddy ground. He arched his back, groaning, and flexing his ass, suddenly his hole opened and a small gush of cum flowed out, down on the ground. I slid a few fingers in to the wet cum-dripping hole, and felt his prostate, and rubbed it gently, feeling my cock get hard again. "Ohhhhh, man... I can get fucked all day, I love that Daddy!" and with that, I reached down, and began milking his short fat cock. "Come here Baby Boy", I said, pulling his shoulders so he was standing.
I lifted one foot, and put it on the bench, and squatted in front of him, sliding four fingers of my right hand in his hole. I saw the fur on his body fluff up as goosepimples worked over him, and his stubby cock jutted straight out, big balls underneath. I licked the tip, and curving my fingers inside him, felt for his nut and started massaging all around it, as I pulled his cockhead in my mouth. "Daddy, I cum fast like that," He said, and before I could do anything, I felt his nut instantly get rock hard, and he shook slightly, nuts pulling up entirely into his body, disappearing, and he spurted cum in my mouth – not a squirt, or a dribble, or an ooze, but like someone was pissing. I swallowed the very slightly bitter fluid, and continued massaging his prostate when I got another blast of hot sperm, then quickly after another and another, as I gulped down his cum.
He began moaning, a deep "AAAAAAHHHHH!" as his legs twitched, and another few blasts of sperm came out, and I felt myself getting hard – I really love cum, and he was as gusher. The next blast of cum wasn't short, it was very long, like he was pissing, and I had a hard time keeping it in my mouth as he continued to yell out loud, and he slapped his leg, shivering until the cum let up, and as I swallowed, another burst shot out. I kept massaging his nut, which I felt twitch with each blast, and he shot another few loads, his right leg – on the bench- started shaking so hard, he almost fell over as I continued sucking. "Daddy, I – I can't take it more!" he whimpered and another blast came out of his ass, my hand was now almost inside him as he squatted slightly, and to my shock, I felt my hand just pop in his hole – I wasn't sure if I was completely inside.
Ranger put his hands on my shoulders, his whole body shaking hard, "Ahhhh, NOOOO!' he begged, and squatting down further, I felt my hand twist inside his rectum. His cock popped out of my mouth, and more cum was shooting on my beard and then chest, until his shaking was so hard he reached down with a wildly out of control arm, and pulled my fingers and hand out of his ass, and he fell over against me, holding onto me with his ass up in the air, gradually stopping twitching. It was incredibly hot. Ranger straightened up, and I picked him up, setting him up on the worktable, and holding his face tried to kiss him. He twisted away, but I held his face and planted a huge kiss on his beautiful bearded mouth, forcing my tongue in, until he gave up, and put his thick hairy arms around me, sighing. I was rock hard. I pulled him off the worktable, and swiveling around, set him on his back on the bench, and crouching down, held my cock against his cumwet hole and slowly pushed against him.
Cum oozed out of his cock, and he put one hand out to the workbench to keep himself steady, then his ass opened up. My cock slid in, silky and hot, and he tightened his hole, milking the head while staring at me, an expression of bliss. He chewed on my cock with his ass for a moment, then I pushed further, fucking in and out with short strokes, my cockhead stroking the inside of his anus and all around his rectum. His asshole tightened on the outstroke, and loosened on the in stroke, exactly as I like it – a nice loose ass, but milked. "Baby, you're perfect," I whispered, feeling some of the cum in him drip down my cockshaft to my balls. I continued fucking like this, holding his legs up, then looped my arms around, feeling his incredibly furry chest. I dug my fingers into the carpet, pinching his nipples lightly, and his eyes rolled up as he shuddered.
I felt my cock clenched for a moment, and another driblet of cum dripped out of his cock. He looked back at me, and I continued fucking him gently, thoroughly, moving my hips like Cop did to stimulate him all inside his rectum. Pinching his left nipple, I pulled his right foot up and set it against the workbench to brace him, and I took hold of his cock with my right hand, and with thumb and forefinger, circled the head and squeezing, peeled the foreskin back and slid down to the base. "Ah ah ah ah," was all he could say, staring at the ceiling, and I continued fucking him deeper and deeper, until I felt pushing against his inner hole. I took a hold of his cock again, and started sliding down from tip to base, twisting, as I pushed into his guts, feeling a little pop as I got in, and he gasped, holding his breath, and I felt his balls tighten up under the hand pressing against his cock base.
I let his cock go, and pulled my cock out, and he remembered to squeeze going out, and as I slid in again, his balls sagged back out of his body. I got to the entrance again to his inner sphincter, and holding his cockhead, peeled it back, and then slid down to the base again as I pushed and popped him open, and I saw drool come out of the side of his mouth as he closed his eyes, shivering again. His balls pulled up, and as I let go, pulling out, we began to have a rhythm, balanced on the edge of his cumming. In, deep in his ass, milking his shaft while I pop in, his milking my shaft as I pulled out, nipple pulled and pinched, then pausing, all over again. I accelerated the pace, noting that his balls were not sagging all the way each time, and realizing that I was going to cum again with this amazing ball of fuck fur under me. He milked me, and I knew I was over the edge.
"Daddy's going to fill you with his juice, Baby Boy" I said, feeling my nuts tight, and an almost numb electricity start. "And you're going to show daddy your milk at the same time!" I declared, pushing in, almost excruciatingly slowly. As I pushed down on his cock, another rhythm took over his breathing, and he was gasping a few times a second now, eyes wide open to the ceiling, and I didn't let his cock go, but stroked back to the tip as I pulled out, then started a fast fuck suddenly as my cum took over. I didn't know if I could keep my balance, my hips were thrusting uncontrollably as a wild cum took over me, searing sensations along my cock as he kept milking the shaft in and out. With his hyperventilating, he then suddenly stopped breathing, and his arms started flailing and we were both teetering.
He screamed out and let a long deep moan of pleasure, and I saw what I had tasted earlier – a giant fountain of cum shot up from his cock, thick and white, like I had squeezed a bottle of thick white pudding, and covered my hand. He was gritting his teeth, holding his breath now, and his hips began thrusting as I continued washing his insides with my cum. Another huge glob of cum shot out, then a medium one, and I felt him start to relax in my arms, falling off the bench into the dirt – he had been hyperventilating, then stopped breathing as he was cumming, and he was passing out. I was able to let him land gently, holding his arm and a leg as my cock slid out, and when he touched ground, suddenly he was awake, "Oh, Man, Ohhhhh..." and he relaxed on the floor, shivering slightly.
I leaned over him to see if he was ok, and he was smiling and squirming, then opening his eyes, he darted forward and kissed me. "Fuck, I need that. Marry me!" he said, struggling up, and I brushed the dirt out of the fur on his back. With the remains of the rag I stopped the poppers up with, we cleaned up as best we could, kissing every few moments – you've been in that situation, haven't you, kissing all the time – and he surprised me, "I don't know what Cop's wife is going to say. I'll hear it tonight from mine!" he laughed, and then with enormous affection, he kissed me, putting his head on my chest. "Now you be careful!" he grinned, pushing me towards where we came in, at the fence – the khaki ribbon signal was gone - "There are some wild animals in Texas, Daddy!"
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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.