Timberfell Stories
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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I don't know if you've ever heard of Timberfell Lodge, a very sweet small gay "clothing optional" resort set in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. It's somewhere between a campground – RV and tent setups – and a lodge – a main house with some large private rooms with elaborate private Jacuzzi baths, as well as 'bunkhouse' rooms, a small gym, and a central swimming pool and spas. It's organized like a large letter "Y" – as you follow the left leg of the "Y" from the entrance, you go up along a gravel road to the main lodge set up in a classic Appalachian "Hollow", and as you follow the right leg, you see all the RV's, some very nice simple wooden cabins, and can follow a trail up to an upper section with more RV parking, and nestled in a second hollow a geodesic dome which is the bar/nightclub/pooltable for the evenings – no forest retreat is complete without one.
It's about a half-hour drive from where I grew up, and turns out it was originally built when I was in high school – in the late 70's. I knew the original owner, and had used it when they had 'Southern Gourmet' food in the original Gay Retreat incarnation, but the current one as more of a campground is more democratic – and with more guys, more fun. They have weekend events all the time, and a few years back, I heard there was a "Daddy/Bear/Trucker" kind of weekend special, so I had to go. I arrived a week in advance, and had arranged for reservation to stay at the "California Room" in the main lodge, no expense spared. I rented a convertible in Knoxville, and drove on in in July. I was kind of a familiar face when I checked in, though the staff seems to rotate a bit. Perfect. It was later in the afternoon, and I could still get an hour in for the pool, so I unpacked, and then undressed, and grabbed a book & boots.
With that, ran out to the pool, which was a 5 minute walk through the woods, along a pond, some picnic tables, and a camping area. Even though it is clothing optional, I've come to find more and more men are body-shy and go around only clothed – either they don't feel they have superb bodies (it's not a contest), or their cocks aren't big (nobody's cock is big in cold water), or something, but as long as I have boots on to walk through muddy or rocky areas, I dislike wearing clothes entirely. Walking through the camping area, I did get a lot of stares, and whistles, now who dislikes that. At the pool got a spot to collapse at, got a diet coke (I seem to live on them) and started catching up to the latest "Best American Essays" collection – perfect length essays for Pool Reading, and much less depressing than "Granta". Usual mixed collection around the pool, but with a lot, I mean a lot, of Daddies.
You can buy a 'day pass' to go into Timberfell without staying, and men come from all over the local area to cruise around and see what's by the pool, to get a beer, and hang-out. A few essays later, I was sizzling – it was a hot summer, and it's humid, and while the pool is in a Hollow – high hills on either side – we weren't shaded, so I took my boots of and went for a swim, and got a new raft of comments. One cute guy, big dimples, short neat brown beard, light fur, couldn't take his eyes of me, or my swinging cock, and after I grabbed a float and lay down in the pool to take a nap, he kind of sidled over to a new chair by the pool, in boxy swim trunks. I felt, well, like I had a calling, and when I woke up, slightly cool now that the shade had passed – but not where my chair was on the other side of the pool, but on this side dimples was still sitting there watching me.
I got out of the pool and took a 'fluffing' warm shower, and walking back out, came over to his chair, and straddling it, sat down in front of him. I thought he was going to die. I sat calmly drinking a diet coke, and asked him his name, where he was from, light conversation, and what he was staring at. He was Lou, from nearby Elizabethton for the day, and was completely tongue-tied. I guessed he was around 30, and seemed to work in a local plant on shifts, and it was his day off. And he was staring at my cock the whole time we talked. My cock, when watched, tends to respond, so as I sat there with poor Lou stammering and watching my cock get longer, and longer, I reached over and crooked my finger, touching under his chin and lifting his face up to look at me. He was incredibly handsome, and touching him was like a psychic reading – 20 years ago, he would have gotten married, gotten quite heavy, had a couple of kids, been unhappy, and had too much to drink – he had already polished off two beers.
But this was the 21st century, and we have somewhat greater freedoms, and I think he was serious husband material. My touching him electrified him, so I continued along the electric train track and put his hand on my biceps, which he immediately squeezed. That made my cock longer again. Unfortunately some of his buddies came over, and started talking with him – well, unfortunately for me. The electric train ran off the tracks, and we settled down to a pleasant hello conversation, and I excused myself to take another dip in the pool. I swam back and forth, then got back to my side and the sun. A strikingly tall dad came over and sat by me – he looked kind of like he walked out of "The Waltons", tall and rangy, big sideburns, furry very tan arms, and pale body – farmer tan. Scruff of fur in the center of his chest that spread like an eagle, and went down over his belly to loose shorts.
We started talking, I didn't feel aggressive, and it was fun – turns out he graduated my high school just as I started, and we had a lot of stories and things in common from years past. Art, my new buddy, and I also talked about how guys use to cruise downtown areas of the local towns – Kingsport, Bristol, Johnson City – how we first had sex, and the like. That is always an interesting topic. One of my first times was at a local newspaper store, no longer existing, Art knew exactly the store. I was fascinated by the store because they had men's magazines quite different from just Playboy and Penthouse, they had an area to one side with very hardcore stuff, men with full erections, and I thought I would die. I was probably 15 or 16 at the time, and couldn't get enough of them, thumbing through, but always had to buy something else to make up for time there. I arranged that I could always go to the Library, and drive back past the store on the way home, later in the evening (the Library was entirely another issue, as my Dad found out).
One night, the owner or manage wasn't there. In his place was a very nice man, very country with a deep accent, and while I was looking through another magazine, he stood beside me leafing through one. My hands were shaking. I was embarrassed, naturally, but the man told me to relax. I looked up at him – he looked a little like Fred MacMurray – handsome, longish face, stocky body, big hands, dark curly hair. I remember how a big tuft of hair came up above the button on his shirt at the neck, and I wanted to touch it so badly, and his hairy arms, hair on the knuckles. I was a very pale blond, as were all the men on my Father's side of the family, and I hated being pale. The dark curly hair was exciting, and somehow forbidden, and I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying until, "Son, there ain't no woman on those pages. You a queer boy?" Well, I was going to expire on the spot.
"That's ok son, nothing wrong with liking men, hell, I had my run-in with men too." His deep hypnotizing voice played on me, and I watched him now, getting a hardon, you now how sixteen-year-olds are. "That one's pretty hairy, almost as hairy as me," he said, looking over, "He looks I-talian." That was something entirely exotic in my town. I said, "You're pretty hairy too, you're Italian?" He grinned, "No honey" (everyone in the south is honey), "My daddy was Greek, came over during the war." "I like hairy men," I said, really not having any words for what I felt, we were a decade away from bears. "Like that Village People guy." Then I smelled it. His sweat, mixed with Old Spice. He was sweating, and his hands were shaking slightly, and I realized that he was excited as I was. I looked towards the front of the narrow shop, and it was quite dark outside, and I said, "I wish I could see," I didn't know what to say, "All the hair."
Mr. Greek looked at the front, and said, "Hold on Honey," with a completely velvet southern accent, and walked towards the front. He let down, the blinds, and locked the door. I was about to cum in my pants. "I'm going to walk in the back," he said, "I've got go to, you know, relieve myself." It was, and still is kind of shocking in that part of the rural south to use vulgar words, piss, shit, fuck, and he was quite careful about it. "You understand?" he finished, and then walked to a side door, and opened it, flicking a light on. I heard another door open, and put my magazine down, and walked through the door. Life changes with the simplest things. There was a door with a small restroom, right in front of the toilet, and Mr. Greek had pulled his cock out and was standing there, not pissing, just squeezing it. Big tufts of black hair fluffed out of his fly, and completely lacking a script as a teenager, I thought quickly, and came up dry.
"See anything you like?" He said coolly, then skinned the head back on his fat cock. I was cut, and had only seen an uncut cock with my coaches at school, when they showered, but nothing like this furry dark-haired man. "Pretty warm in here," he said, and began unbuttoning his short-sleeved shirt. Each button revealed another tuft of hair, and his cock started getting hard and pushing out and up. He pulled his shirt open, and he was covered with thick ringlets of black hair, like a cut-pile carpet. I walked up, and said, "I like your fur," and then he took my hand and put it on his cock. It was so alive, like a creature all by itself. It seemed huge, rubbery, hot, and begging me to stroke it, which I did. He said something I didn't understand, and pulled his shirt out of his pants. More fur, and something I hadn't seen as he lowered a shoulder, and the shirt slid off him, fur on his shoulders. I was completely sold. This was what I wanted, forever.
He was a bit skinny – everyone was in the 70's, and then he unbuckled his pants. He was staring at me, and then dropped the pants, and all pretense – not hot, not having to piss, he wanted me to take care of him. He reached over and opened my pants up, and pulled them down, along with my underwear, and my cock bounced out. He pursed his lips and inhaled. He pulled down his underwear, and there it was, a big hairy ass, very round, and just huge bush of hair with his cock curved up, shiny red head poking out from his pale foreskin, very broad head with a deep slit. "Jesus kid, you're long," he said, feeling my cock, and I didn't know what he meant. He started jacking me off as I jacked him off, and his precum started oozing out, he groaned. I felt his pubic hair, and then his slightly out-of-shape belly, then the fur on his chest. His cock was so big to me, but he war marveling at mine, spreading his hand and measuring from his thumb to the pinky.
He then put my cock on his, and I was probably a couple of inches longer. He wrapped his hand around both our cocks jacking them together, and I realized I was about to cum. Then he slid my cock the cockhead into his public hair, and feeling my cock rubbing on his cockhair, I grunted and gave a huge "AhhhHHH" and shot over and over into his pubic hair, soaking it. "Oh Lordy!" He said, and suddenly a huge glob of cum shot out of his cock into his hand, and he continued jacking the cum lubing up both our cocks. He continued for moments as I held onto his hairy shoulders, excited beyond belief. He wadded up some toilet paper, and tried to clean up his cum-smeared hair as I stood there, but it didn't quite work. I was still hard. After a few minutes, he looked at me – I had been staring at his hairy back – and seeing I was still hard, he kneeled down, and holding onto my cock with one hand, sucked in the head.
Now I know he was quite a good cocksucker, because I assumed from that point that everyone could deepthroat me, but he sucked me in, jacking me, and was able to gulp down my teen cock into his throat. He let out strange cough, and looked up, and I noticed his long eyelashes, and the sandpapery look of his five-o'clock shadow, and he took my cock, rubbing it against his cheek. "Honey, you have to come back again," he said, then starting to suck again, looking up and watching me. The waves of sensation from being sucked were too much, it was so amazing. He paused and sucked the cut head quite hard, rolling his tongue around my teenage cock, then paused, "You can't do that to me, I'm uncut, too much!" and continued on, pulling my cock into his mouth as he rolled his tongue and sucked it deeper in. Bobbing his head slowly, he got me back into his throat again, and instead of holding, pulled out, timed his breathing, then pushed back in, bobbing now in long strokes.
It was all too much, and I began trembling, and instantly he started jacking off, still sucking me. Boom! I came, shot after shot and he held it all carefully, sucking me and rolling his tongue around, then standing up, spat it all in the toilet, still jacking off. I kneeled down, and he rolled his eyes up, "Oh, thank you!" and put the head of his cock in my mouth. It was so fat, I opened wide, and he jacked off as I mouthed it pretty badly. Suddenly he was bobbing was shaking and clamped his hairy hand on my head, and whispered, "Here it is," and shot in my mouth. I didn't know what to do – bitter, very bitter, but I swallowed it, not thinking. "Oh my God!" he said, cumming and shaking, and then immediately, started cleaning up with toilet paper as I got up. A few moments later we were dressed and out on the street, the store closed, and he squeezed my arm and walked off.
The next time I went back to the Library, unfortunately the Greek man was not there, much to my chagrin. Art sighed at this story, his shorts fairly dramatic. I looked over and Lou, from across the pool, was staring at me, or at us – desperate to get away from his friends. Looking back at Art, he said "I think someone's in love," nodding to Lou. I smiled, and asked art if he was in love and had been married, had two grown kids, and loved coming to Timberfell. Unfortunately his wife was dead, and he was on his own, he was too shy and member of the local churches to have an open boyfriend but... We continued on until the sun shaded us, reminiscing, and I felt sticky. I told him I wanted to take a quick shower to get the chlorine off me, and walked away but to my surprise, in the shower (next to the pool, and the pool bar), in walked Art behind me.
He shucked off his shorts, turned away from he shyly, which lasted about 10 milliseconds. He turned around, and there dangling on his lean body was a really big cock - one of those cocks that's so fat you're not sure how long it is. He was so white, big untrimmed bush, and this giant pink cock that was throbbing as he stared at me grinning. I was discombobulated. Usually I was the one with the big cock, and the aggressive display, but I came to my senses instantly, and reached out, "Art, hell, that's a big pecker Dad!" Art grinned as I switched hands, and stood to his side, his cock in my right hand. I skinned back the foreskin, very tight, and the monster pink head popped out like a balloon. He reached and felt my muscles, groaning. "Joe, you, you are so, so big! I've never met a man so big." He felt my all over, small squeezing touches, while his cock got harder, and heavier in my hand – there's nothing quite as exciting as feeling a cock get hard in your hand, is there.
It was getting fatter around the middle, and as I stroked it, I realized I couldn't get my hand around it. I touched the head, and he giggled, bending over. "Sensitive" he said, and I said, "You can squeeze harder," squeezing his donkey dick for emphasis. He put both hands on one deltoid, and squeezed a little bit, and said "I don't want to hurt you." "Honey," I grinned, "You ain't hurting me, you're tickling me." He burst out lauging, and his cock got harder, and he squeezed my deltoids, shaking his head and grinning, then I let his cock swing free – really shocking looking, like the spout of a teapot – and put both his huge hands on my right pec. "OK, now squeeze it like you're holding a burger." He did exactly that, as I flexed it, and he bent down – I think he was like 6'9" – and put his mouth on it, moaning, and shaking. I hadn't noticed, but the shower had been running the whole time, and I saw someone dart in, look startled, and dart back out.
My own cock was hard as a rock, and I had to suck on Art, compelled. I kneeled under the streaming hot water, and opened my mouth, and pulled on Art's cock. He pulled the foreskin back over the head, and pushed it down towards my mouth, and it filled my entire mouth cavity. He then to my amazement, pulled the foreskin back slowly, groaning, and I felt it sliding along my lips until the bulbous head popped out, in my mouth, pushing back against my throat. It was a monster cock on a mountain Daddy. I held the shaft with both hands, licking and sucking now on the head, being careful not to be too harsh, and finally pushed my head harder and harder, feeling him push into my throat millimeter by millimeter. I felt something give, and the head slipped in, and he roared with pleasure, holding my muscles. He was bent over, and I felt his hips thrust slightly, and he felt the wide spread of my back, starting to fuck into my mouth – I felt it slide in my throat again, and he began a rough, uncontrolled fucking of my mouth.
I was jacking off like crazy, the whole situation under the shower, monster cock, I wanted more and more and more until my face was buried against his crotch, and with him bent over I was wrapped in his hairy flesh. "My ass, play with my ass Joe," he said, and with my wet hand I felt up against his asshole, and slide my middle finger in very gently. He began bellowing out an "AahhhHHHHHH" that had to be audible around the entire campground, and feeling him in my throat, that vibration, and my orgasm hit me. One thing that makes me cum immediately – I usually take a long time – is something sliding down my throat, particularly if it's stretching me. Art hit the spot, and I felt my asshole contract, and something like the tap of a hammer on my prostate, and I started shooting like crazy, thrusting my hips while squatting, then I felt art – I had my finger in his ass, rubbing his prostate, and my thumb up under his huge loose balls that were suddenly tightening up.
"Joe, Joe, Joe" he kept saying, jerking now without any rhythm, then his cock thickened, and I felt a blast of cum in my mouth – not at all bitter. He pushed into my throat with a thrust, then another gob of cum, and more, my cum daddy feeding me an afternoon dessert. He gasped, and then straightened up, and helped me up off the floor, I was kind of locked into the squat. We were both still under the warm shower, and we soaped up each other's cocks, and he went wild again washing my muscles. He kissed me, more of a peck, then winked, putting his shorts back on, and signaling me to stay put for a second. I stood there, then grabbed a towel, and walked out, to the applause of the bar group. "You can still walk!" one said, then another laughed, slightly beery, "No, No, I do believe his lips are swollen." They handed me a beer, and clinked bottles, and congratulated me. I looked around, and Art had scurried off, almost running down the road.
I got the full history of many of the regulars at Timberfell from the bar guys, and the bartender, then one guy reminded us that dinner was coming up soon at the main lodge. I hugged them, and thanked them for the drink, and grabbing my book, got my boots on and headed back towards the main lodge along the camping area and pond again. Now, one thing you should try one day is walking into a crowd of fully dressed men, stark naked. I was completely comfortable, the men all looked like they would die, including Lou. One guy took pictures of my cock, and I headed on into my room, and put on clean clothes for dinner and came back out, and began introducing myself to the small crowd, being sociable.
Lou came over, "Why did you put your clothes back on?" he asked, and a couple of guys asked the same thing, "Well, I like to dress for dinner. I like some things a tiny bit formal." I poked him in the belly button, and got a glass of wine, and chatted with more men, mostly Dad types, and a few younger guys with them, an unusual mix. There were several rough-cut guys, bill-caps, and I found they were truckers with a lot of buddies coming in to camp during the weekend, this was their big vacation event. There were guys from as far away as Seattle and New York, but mostly from Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina, Virginia, Georgia. We got a nice plate of food, and I completely accidentally sat beside Lou, and chatted with him. He was just so handsome, and seemed completely needing, I don't know, some sort of anchor. I put my hand on his knee under the table, and he looked startled, and put his hand in mine, and blushed.
We continued talking, and his friends appeared again, and I leaned over and whispered, "I'm not going to the bar tonight, but I'll be at the spa around 9. I'd love you meet me and spend the night. You don't need to drive an hour and a half home." Lou blushed again, and I let his hand go then squeezed his shoulder. I walked down the stairs from the main lodge, and took a walk through the woods, at dusk now, an amazingly even shadowless light sort of flowing over everything. Bullfrogs by the pond startled me jumping suddenly as I walked by, and I saw that the fireflies were just coming out. As I walked along in the deepening darkness, my eyes adjusting, I saw up on the hill a glow, and curious, scrambled up and came upon foxfire, a huge mass of fungus glowing on spongy rotting wood. I wandered up the slope in the twilight and spent a nice couple of hours by myself in the woods at night, orienting to the sound of the men in the distance.
I slowly slid down the slope, and got on the path again when I sensed it was time, and slowly came up on the pool and spa area, which was pretty empty. I took my clothes off, started the big spa, and Lou shyly appeared. I wanted to eat him alive. He took his clothes off, but his underwear. "You can't get in the spa in your underwear Honey," I said, and then turned away from me, pulling his underwear off, over a furry butt. He turned around, hand over his crotch, and climbed up to the tub. When he wasn't lying down, he was very slightly chubby, and I noticed that the fur was kind of trimmed. He lowered down into the spa, and I grabbed a foot, and started massaging it, startling him. "What are uh, oh, that feels good!" he said, and I rubbed his big furry foot – I decided he was a hobbit. "Are you a Hobbit" I asked, and pulled him closer to me, starting in his other foot.
He put his arm around me, awkwardly, and hugged me hard. I thought of my cumcub, from another place and time, he was like his brother. "Can I call you Daddy?" He said suddenly, and I responded, "Well, of course, what else would you call your father." I stroked his furry chest, and asked, "May I ask, why do you trim?" He smiled and dimpled (oh, torture) and said his friends told him it looked better. I put my finger under his chin again, and looked him in the eye, "You look fine the way you are." He was looking at my lips, and somehow jumped into my arms in the spa, kissing me. "You, you, you look like a god." He said, and I grinned, "I'm just a bit old Daddy," and we kissed again, winding around each other in the hot water. I stroked down from his thick chest over his belly, and rubbed against his pubic area, when he looked alarmed. "Daddy, I'm not uh, as big as you." "Lou, you're just the perfect size," I said, wrapping my hand around the base of his thick cock.
"I wish I could peel off some of my confidence, and give it to you. You're a beautiful man." Lou looked like I hit him on the head with a hammer, and I felt his cock throb. I rubbed the tip with my thumb and he squirmed. We necked and kissed until we were too hot, and it was like we were the only people in the world. I got him out of the spa, and dried him off, whispering things only a Dad would say to his little boy, and he looked really dazed and happy. I took his hand, and we walked back through the camping area, through the woods to the lodge, and in the quiet great room, to my room. I lit some candles, and we ended up necking and kissing in the bed, a I took Lou's clothes off. I looked at him, and said "You've got this night with Daddy, I want you to follow your instincts, do whatever you really want, no questions, anything." Lou looked confused for a second, and I could see he was struggling to wrap his mind around feelings.
He took my clothes off, kneading my muscles and kissing and licking me all over, and looking up at me, massaged my legs. "I want Daddy to fuck me." He murmurmed, and leaning over, still clothed, started stroking my cock and sucking on the head. He licked it with a little pink tongue in the candle- and moonlight, then putting his mouth over it watched me as he sucked harder, getting me to groan and move with the intensity of the sensation. With approving sounds he started sucking harder, bouncing more up and down stroking the shaft with his chubby hand, until he pushed and hit his throat, then stopping, not gagging, pulled back, and looked close at my cockshaft, milking it up and down. "Daddy's got to pee," I said, and stood up, but Lou ran after me, "Daddy, uh," I said "Anything you want honey." Lou got on his knees by the urinal, and stroking my hard cock, aimed it at the bowl and I leg go.
A stream of hot piss started first in dribbles, then a long hard piss while Lou held my cock, stroking and feeling the thick pisstube at the bottom inflate from the pressure. He was breathing hard and leaned over, closer, and stuck his tongue in the stream, splashing some of the clean piss on his hand, and he gasped. I didn't have a lot in me, and he pulled back, still holding my cock, and shook it, looking up at me. "It's all done baby boy!" and with that, I helped him up to the bed. I sat him on the edge, and took his clothes off, revealing the wonderful fur again, and he smiled, dimpling his face. I stroked his nipples, which immediately lengthened into hard cones in his fur, then pulled him forward to get his shoes and pants off. His cock was rock-hard, and sticking up, and I grinned, and went over to my gym bag. I found my circular measuring tape, and stood him up, "I want you to see how much you've grown son."
Lou took the measure, and held the plastic nib to the base of my cock, and pulling it out, "Eight and a half Daddy." Then I showed him how to tuck the end in, and made a circular measure, which he put on my cock, then pressed the button on the spring to tense it up. "Four and a half." I kissed him and stroked his furry cock, then helped him lean back on the bed, hands behind him, his cock standing straight up like a fireplug. I first measured the length from the tip to the fold of the furry base, along the top, and showed him. "Six and a half!" he said, surprised, and then in a circle, measured around stroking the naked tip as his cock throbbed. "Over Five!" and he looked at me with huge eyes. "Baby boy, you've got a big peckerwood there." He looked down, excited, "I'm bigger around than Daddy!", "That you are, son!" and kissed him. It's funny how just the smallest things, an inch here or there, and I whispered, "When your cock is so fat, it doesn't seem so long."
Lou became more aggressive, and I felt his fur crush up against me, his fat cock now pushing against mine, and he broke away, "Daddy, please, I want you to fuck me," he said, and turned around, showing me his hairy ass. It was a beauty, untrimmed (thank god), wide, slightly fat, perfect. I got on my knees by the bed, and buried my face in his cheeks, sucking the beautiful pink hole, slightly chlorine tasting from the spa. Lou bent down, shoulders on the bed so he could reach up with his chunky paws and pull his ass cheeks apart, letting me full access to his hole, which I teased with my tongue, pushing in and feeling the hair slide along in as my saliva wetted it. I pursed my lips and sucked on the hole, and felt his anal slips slide in to my mouth slightly as he moaned, and stretched his ass more, involuntarily shoving against my face. I licked the sensitive lips with my tongue, inside my mouth rubbing it slowly and sensually.
Pushing in the hole as I sucked harder, I knew it was making the anal lips puffy and engorged with blood from my the deep vacuum. I was able to slide my tongue in deeply, no resistance, and then washed it around, thrusting in and out to his whines and grunts, giving my boy a thorough anal licking and washing. I let go for a second, his puffy lips slowly stretching back into place, but I kissed and sucked on them again, and again, smacking awful sounds coming out as I ate his ass more and more thoroughly, then I told him to relax for Daddy, and push. He begged me not to, was afraid that something would come out, "Don't worry son, do what Daddy says," and he did so, and magically his well-primed asshole, wet and puffy from my sucking, opened up like a tiny mouth, and I clamped down on it again immediately, washing my tongue inside the open hole.
He jumped forward, shocked, and letting him go, I wetted my pinky, and rubbed around inside the open rim, tickling all the incredibly sensitive nerve endings. "Da-Daddy, what- uHHH!" was all he could say, new sensations of an over-stimulated asshole, not just fucked, but kissed, rubbed, sucked, and completely fussed over before I slid my cock deep inside him. I continued rimming and eating his ass, then slowly pulled him off the bed, standing on his feet now beside the bed, and I continued to pull until he was bent over, arms out, face looking down at the floor. I had done my homework, and pulled a dressing mirror that was in the room over to us, and put it on the floor, propping up one side on a pillow so it was at the perfect angle, spreading his legs, he looked down, and what stared at him in the face was his hairy asshole.
"Open for Daddy," I said again, and he grunted, and his asshole winked open, and he gasped as he watched it gape, and I stuck my tongue out and licked it, his cock now rock hard and firm against his round belly. I crouched and licked sucking his asshole again, "Like what you see, Daddy sucking his little boys shithole,?" I asked, and he gasped, it was shocking I suppose after all the tender caressing and cooing over him. I planted my mouth on his hole again, and sucked, making big smacking sounds as his asshole was pulled out again, and he watched it gape and pull back in place. His cock let out some drool onto the mirror, and I reached up to jack it a little bit, his balls immediately tightening. I then wet two fingers, and he watched as I pushed them in his hole, the lips pushing in, then stretching back out, and I dug in a little in his rectum, massaging his nut.
"Daddy's giving a doctor exam, isn't he," and I pressed down hard, Lou gasping and groaning out loud, shaking his head, then looking again to see a huge glob of precum I had pressed out of his prostate. I stood up, and Lou flinched as I rubbed my cock on his wet hole, but first I showed him how I squirted lube into my hand, and rubbed it on his hole, catching a drop before it hit the mirror. I then unscrewed the top of the lube off, and holding it against his hole, gave a quick squirt, filling his rectum with the clear silicone fluid, then patting his hole to make it close again – "Daddy wants you very wet inside for his big dick Lou, your shithole is going to be so happy. I stood now, cock hanging out, looking very long in the mirror and touched it to his hairy hole, not touching him. Lou bent his knees, then straightened, whispering "Daddy fuck me deep with that big dick, please Daddy, oh I want Daddy so much..."
He was whimpering and begging, eyes bugging out watching how he was lewdly rubbing his asshole against my cockhead, as I stroked his hairy big ass, tickling him, goosebumps running all over. He finally grunted, and managed to open his asshole up, a glob of lube driping out, but he was able to shove my cockhead in his hole. "DADDY!" he gasped, and I pushed forward gently, sliding in his wet anal groove, then back out the moment I felt resistance. "Open that fuckhole boy," I said, "Daddy, fuck my fuckhole, PLEASE!" he continued, pushing back, watching his hole in the mirror try to eat my cock. I pushed forward, now holding his ass in my hands, and he lowered his head even more, to see the cock push his hairy asslips inward, and I reached around to stroke his cock again. His wrinkled ball sack pulled right up again against him, and his legs shook, so I let go, then he started bouncing against me.
"Fuck my shithole Daddy, tell me Daddy, please, fuck my, Fuck! AHHHH!" he groaned, feeling resistance now, with most of my shaft in him. He was drooling on the mirror, watching, his cock also streaming silvery globs of precum, then I pushed, "Daddy, it HURTS, it's so long! It's never hurt like this DADDY!" and I stroked his ass again, "Is your hole inside Son, I've got to pop your cherry, you ready?" And before he could respond, I gripped his hips, and slammed him down on my cock to get it over with. Lou watched my cock disappear into his asshole, only his and my balls visible, and I looked around to see him grimace, shaking again, so I pulled out, and he suddenly looked surprised. I pushed in, popping his hole again, then "Like Daddy fucking your hole deep boy?" I grunted, slapping him and slamming deep into him, harder and faster now.
Finally, I set up a rhythm as he watched incredulously as his puffed up asslips pulled waaay out on my shaft with each stroke, lube starting to drip off my balls. I slowed down now, and stroked his big ass again, the fur just sending waves of sensation in the palms of my hand, I was so turned on all over, "You make Daddy feel so good son, do you know that, you are my beautiful boy..." I started a slower, easy, tender fuck, talking about what I was feeling at each moment, telling him to tell me how he wanted it, each motion in and out with us communicating, when I said gently, "Daddy's ready to fill your shithole with his fuckjuice boy, it's going to fill you up!" I said, and slowly increased my speed, watching my balls pull up in the mirror as I looked around as waves of fuckready cum filled my groin.
"See my balls, It's coming!" I said, and at that, I reached around his hairy belly, and grabbed the beautifully thick meaty cock, and started jerking him. "Daddy's cumming in your asshole boy!" I declared, waves of orgasm washing over me, his hairy back now against my groin and chest as I wrapped myself around him, when I felt his cock harden more, and thicken in my hand, and Lou started screaming out for more Daddy, Daddyjuice, Daddyin his shitter, and then a huge glob of cum oozed out, washing over my hand and the fur on his belly, dropping loudly on the mirror, then another, until he was shivering, shaking as cum washed over both my hands as I jacked him hand over hand milking everything out of him, holding him up under me.
I started feeling his hole tightening, an I slipped out, looking around again at a completely cum-soaked mirror, which I carefully kicked under the bed with my foot, not wanting it broken somehow. I pulled Lou up on the bed, under me, and he grabbed me kissing wildly, and I cooed in his ear, "Daddy give you what you wanted tonight?" He nodded, eyes closed, shaking from a little more cum shooting out, and then relaxing, my weight pushing him into the bed, I held his arms out and pulled his legs apart, more weight on him as he sighed. "You're such a beautiful man," I whispered, "Never forget it."
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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.