Timberfell Stories
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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Arriving back at Timberfell, I thanked Cary and Bruce for the outing, and I actually felt my skin slightly tender from the sun, which was nice. I get quite pink, then it fades to brown so wouldn't look so pasty for the Daddy weekend that was rapidly approaching. I also realized that I was having gym withdrawal syndrome, and felt like my body was shrinking, otherwise known as megarexia. I decided to head out to a larger size gym in nearby Kingsport, and in discussion with some guys at the lodge, they wanted to come too; so the three of us piled in, and drove along in the convertible three hairy muscle bears. Of course, nobody knew what to think of us in the gym – many of the men were there to maintain their bodies, and then three over-the-top hairy bodybuilders come in and like machines storm through the weights.
There were some high school boys with dads, one guy who looked like a coach of sorts, and many middle-aged golf-club-style guys who were intensely into cardio and quite low weights. The place has one of the more bizarre and interesting of machines I've used, the resistance for lifting a weight seems to be electromagnetically generated, and as you lift a very linear motion, the weight stress increases, but dramatically. I always get an amazing pump from that sort of machine, as did Ed and Amory with me. We headed into the shower room which was one huge wide-open room with guys washing, one or two a little too intently, but "nothing naughty going on around here" kind of feeling, though the "Coach" character seemed fixated on listening to us talk about Timberfell.
I do enjoy seeing multiple generations of bodies – teenagers, their dads, and their granddads together, I think it actually sets a realistic tone about lacking shame of bodies, how they age but the person is still loved. I'm the most shameless of all of course. We picked up some lunch and headed to Timberfell, and I wanted to get clothes off my skin, but not hand around the pool through afternoon so I decided it was a great time for a hike. You can start on a trail that begins somewhere behind the gate building at the entrance, and then you make a huge circle around the "Y" of Timberfell, going over the ridge by the main road, around back, up the hill, and slowly back down to the holler I saw the first morning. By the lodge, I found a birch sapling, and was able to snap it off, and peel the bark to make a relatively smooth stick.
I put a square teeshirt on the ground, then packed some water and snacks, my sex kit, a book of blotter paper, and some moist towels in a plastic package, and tied up the bindle on the stick. I had my big Timberland boots on, and began walking naked to the front trail with everyone watching me, bag swinging on the branch against my shoulder. I explained that there were an enormous number of orchids along the trail, depending on whether it was more pine, more marshy, and more oak/marsh and acidic. Everyone looked at me like I was slightly mad, but I grinned and started off, bag on my stick on my shoulder. It's sort a perfect hike through light woods with a reasonable trail, I expected to be out for an hour or two enjoying the countryside by myself.
As I expected, I came across a lot of different plant life – when I walk through woods, it's like a huge book opening up to me, and without people around I didn't have to explain and describe – it's an irresistible compulsion that I got over when I got older. I was one of those extremely irritating children that knew everything – I read books a day, had a phenomenal memory, and was happy to stay away from not the most fun parents. I also liked to be by myself to think about things occasionally – I read in the New York Times how many people really dislike being alone and not entertained or distracted, I'm the opposite, I enjoy introspection. However, I knew towards the end of the trail, I was probably not going to be alone, since Timberfell was filling up – rapidly – and guys did like to take little jaunts through the woods.
At sort of the 'crest' of the trail, where the underbrush was thinner, you could begin to see more of the rolling hills around Timberfell, and how beautiful it all was, almost no sign of people. I stopped to sit for a moment, and eat. I eat all the time. Also, being naked outside made me horny, and I stroked my cock for a second, plumping it up as I smelled the woods and dirt around me, and thought for a moment about what happened after the Lake trip with my Dad. He was silent and woozy, and had started to ask odd questions about what looked very bad – Joe naked with two guys, but he said, "Did you see Vern's, uh, dick?"... I was kind of surprised, and pissed off that he was drinking and I was wondering what he was curious about. "Yes." I replied, almost sullenly." He was breathing deeply in and out.
"What did it look like?" He said, trying to keep his eye on the road. I really didn't know how to describe it. "Well, It had a big purple head. Like a plum." I thought my Dad was going to have a heart attack, the way he was breathing. "It was about as long as mine." That did it. I heard him grunt, and his face turned bright red, and his steering was slightly erratic. My Dad gradually regained his composure, and kept driving, not saying anything. At Timberfell, I heard a little rumbling in the distance, though I couldn't see any clouds. I kept stroking my cock, just my forefinger under the shaft, back and forth now, until I felt a bit of wetness from precum. My cockhead was very shiny, like when I jacked off as a kid – I don't look at my cock much when I jack off nowadays.
I opened my bag and got a silicone cockring and put it on, looking at how veiny and pumped my cock got. I heard more rumbling as I continued jacking, thinking of Vernon and the lake day – I hadn't thought of that in years and years. I know now what my Dad's motivations were but back then it was all a mystery. I decided I maybe better get a move on before some rain came up while I was an hour away from Timberfell, so I knotted the bindle with my trash back on my stick, up over my shoulder and I continued walking now down the other side of the trail, and camp – the "Right Arm" of the Y that was Timberfell. My cock bounced up and down against my leg, and it felt nice, just a slight tweak every step or so, and I saw more orchids, these were called Rattlesnake Plantain, along the trail.
I bent to look at them and my cock dragged on the bare leaves, tickling and prickling the head a little bit, but I swayed, it felt interesting. I stood up and dusted off the litter that stuck to my precum, and continued walking, seeing dark green I the distance, and off the trail I came upon a very small stand of "Puttyroot", broad oval leaves that were pleated – a bit rare, actually. The rest of the trail was a gorgeous summer day kind of trail in the forest, with more rumbling, and I thought about a guy I worked for one summer, who had a big greenhouse. Wonderful man, and his son was the handsomest man I had ever seen – Mid-20's, worked with his Dad in the greenhouse. I heard however that one other high school guy that worked for him had a pass made at him by the Orchid Man, and that was that.
I was not allowed to work there, and I was doubly infuriated – I loved working in the greenhouse, learning quite a bit, which I would miss; also infuriating was I wasn't the one the older man made a pass at. I burst out laughing in the forest, walking, feeling the annoyance I remembered, and then I heard some voices far, far up ahead of me. I came upon a very small clear spot after another ten minutes, with a tent, of all things! Usually guys camped down but the guys here were completely naked, hairy, bearded guys, boots were all, and caps. At most of the camping sites, as I mentioned before, most guys still wore clothes. I don't know who was more surprised, the three men, or me – I'd really never seen a camp so far away from the main lodge.
"Lordy!" was all one guy could say, and I guess my cock had been dripping precum while I stood there. The walk was quite nice, my wet cock rubbing on my thighs as it bounced. The guys were sitting in folding camp chairs, and one was on like an inflatable camouflage chair couch, and there was a super-sized blanket on the blanket. All three men had hardons. "Uh, Hi!" I said, grinning – all three guys were staring at my cock, or something, not my face, mouths open. "You guys OK?" I asked – I thought they were stoned. Suddenly all three were talking, and clearly embarrassed at being so silent, hopped up and shook my hand, like we were at church, and I asked how they ended up camping so far from Timberfell. "Well, we don't much like wearing clothes..." one said, "Neither do I," I laughed, "but, well, you can be naked all over."
Seems they felt uncomfortable making guys uncomfortable, but I think it was more that they were sitting there jacking off together in the woods, which they couldn't really do without comments in the campgrounds; the ground looked we in front of their chairs. "Look like there's some Dew on that Lily," I said, pointing to Lordy's cock. "Mike" was his name, and he said, "Looks like you too honey, come on over", and at that, handed me a clear squeeze bottle. I put my stick and pack down, and sat on the blanket, back to the "couch", and squirted my cock, looking at the guys, who were pulling closer. "Damn," Mike said, then Butler and DJ chimed in, passing the jack-off bottle around, creaming up their cocks. Mike sat closer now, then looked confused for a second, staring at me, then sidled over.
He got on his knees on the blanket, jacking off a beautiful cut cock, squeezing and really enjoying the show he was making, and grunting as he touched all the right spots. His cock was fat and short, and he pressed against the push at the base now and then, making it prominent, then jacking it off, squeezing from base to tip, then the whole cock in his hand, groaning. It was like we were in a crazy porn film, and he was in a solo scene for a moment. He was really a hot fucker, and in other circumstances, I'd have grabbed him to come to my room with me, he looked perfect to sleep with for a night or more, very cuddly, thick. DJ kind of slid forward on the couch, and jacked off his very pink cock, then lifted a leg up slowly, boot on the couch, and then slid a finger in his hole.
Butler was quiet, just jacking a nice skinny and longer cock with a huge bush of reddish brown hair at the base, head turning to watch all three of us in front of his chair. He had a narrow ruff of hair on his chest, mostly in the middle, but up around his collar bone I could only see his beard. Mike got closer, and I looked at him – wide ruff of fur on his chest, not much on his nice masculine thick belly, tan arms and a tan line on his bicep – outdoor working man - then very white body. Mike reached over and put his rough hand on my cock, and I let him take a hold of it squeezing it, and stroking, he knew exactly how to make a cut cock feel good. DJ groaned, and let his cock flop up on his belly, and started playing more intently with his asshole.
He actually also got on the blanket, and turned around, ass towards us, and started pushing his fingers in his hairy hole, twisting his hand – not shy at all. What a hairy greasy hole. He grunted and really worked his ass for a show, stroking his cock now and then. He was younger than the other too, very sexy lean body, same brownish-red fur as Mike, and I felt suddenly they could be brothers. They even had the same way of jacking their cocks – slowly, then bursts of fierce stroking, then slow squeeze over and over. Butler silently stood up and came over, stroking his long cock right in front of me as Mike stroked mine and his, and we were all three locked in the same rhythm, Mike beginning to groan. "Boys, you got to feel this muscle Daddy!"
Butler had already started, rubbing my shoulders with one hand, then down over my chest, bending and grunting as he felt all over my upper body, finally rubbing his long cut cock on my shoulder gently. DJ crawled over the blanket in front of me and Mike, still rubbing and finger-fucking fucking his ass. He slowly backed up closer and closer to where I was sitting, and Mike began fingering his hole, then jacking my cock, back and forth. Butler rubbed his cock against my beard, and I felt that huge ruff of fur at the base against my ear, and I turned my head and pushed my lips out, kissing the tip, then licking it. Butler grunted, and moved around to my other side, away from Mike, and jacked himself off a little bit, putting the head on my lips. It was a perfect sucking cock – not too thick, longish, perfect width to get a good grip inside my mouth.
I pushed my lips out again, sucking at the head until it slid in, and Butler made an Mmmfff sound, and I heard more rumbling in the background along with it. Fuck, I was very horny now, having been edging the prior half hour or more. I sucked in Butler's beautiful cock while Mike really dug into DJ's hole, twisting his hand and fingers, then DJ reaching back to help him. I felt up to Butler's balls with my free hand, they were really buried in his fur – nice pair of big walnut-sized nads, and I stroked them as I sucked his cock further in my mouth. He bent over slightly and put his hands on my head, and started fucking against me, grunting with each thrust into my mouth. I started adjusting to the rubbery fat rod, making sure it was going to all be touched as much as possible.
I kind of made a tube with my tongue and roof of my mouth that he fucked into, when he suddenly started talking and cursing under his breath, fucking my face harder and harder. I enjoyed the silky and salty head sliding in and out, ramming the back of my throat over and over. DJ got up suddenly, and walked away into the tent as Mike began working my cock with both hands, hand-over-hand sliding down. He watched me carefully, squeezing the cockhead with his slick hand, and then jerking up and down lightly in a very rapid light motion that sent sparks through my dick. He was an expert! Mike was now in a perfect fuck rhythm in my mouth, saying incoherent things and slowing down, speeding up, and pausing now and then, finally telling me that was the best Daddymouth.
DJ re-appeared with a huge dildo, and what looked like a silicone tube. "OH HELL YEAH!" Mike said, and got the tube, squirting lube in it, and positioned it over my cock. With one slide, I my right leg shot out, and the electric sensation down my cock almost had me choking on Butler's cock, I couldn't think for a moment. I don't know where it came from, but he flipped a switch, and it suddenly not only was it tight, but it felt like an iron hand was tickling my cockhead and rim, completely driving me crazy. I doubled my suck of Butler, and DJ awkwardly set the big dildo on the ground – there was nothing that the suction cup could hold onto – and squatting down, tried to get the big head in his ass. Mike was going crazy controlling my cock – and my body – while he was jacking himself off now like crazy.
DJ finally got the Dildo in his ass, pushing it in and out, watching me going crazy being worked by Mike, when Butler grunted and his grip on my head hardened. I tasted precum in my mouth, and he rubbed it along my tongue making it more slick than it already was, then shoved his cock in hard. A gush of cum squirted in my mouth and he went rigid as I gulped it down, wondering if I could hold off cumming. Mike yelled, "He's a feeder boys!" and Butler thrust and worked his cock in my mouth, no more squirts. DJ laughed, "OH I got some juice for him too!" Suddenly Butler emitted another couple of gushes, and gave off a high-pitched, mouth-closed "NGGGGG!" and pulled back, his cock dripping now, and he was bent-kneed, holding his cock.
I leaned further back now on the couch, my cock like an electric pole coming up out of my crotch with that jack-off thing on it, and Mike pulled it off briefly. My cock was angry red, and looked swollen to bursting, covered with juicy lube. Mike was gaga, looking at it closely, then stroked, while DJ continued to fuck himself, and jacked off watching. Mike stroked my cock very gently, as Butler sat down, his cock also wet and throbbing, bobbing in front of him. He put the sleeve back on it again, and I moaned, feeling like sex electricity was running all up and down it now. DJ put one leg up, and standing, walked over to me bow-legged, the big dildo still in his ass, and Mike reached up and shoved it, twisting while DJ jacked off right in my face.
He had a sexy curved cock, and grunted "Here it goes Daddy!" and at that, started shooting on my mouth and beard. I struggled to lean forward, touching his cockhead with my lips as I watched Mike slap at the base of the dildo, shoving DJ forward and his cock slid in my mouth, more slimy sperm feeding me now. I didn't swallow it immediately, but just savored it, feeling my cock just absolutely worked over, almost beyond cumming. DJ stumbled backwards, and holding onto the dildo squatted down and let it out of his ass, shaking his head. More thunder rumbled, and I looked over. Butler's cock was at full mast. Mike stood up, by me, and began jacking himself off with both hands while DJ held the sleeve on my cock, mesmerized with the sliding up and down and my shiny red cockhead popping in and out.
Then there was Butler again, jacking off. Mike squeezed his bloated cock, pressing against his groin to make it stick out, then jacking fast again, over and over, getting closer to me, and then I actually felt Butler's finger at my mouth, literally pulling it open and Mike shoved his fat short cock in. Another blast of cum, and I swallowed it while Mike bellowed and cursed at me to swallow all that juice. He backed off, and there was Butler again, and he actually stepped over me, and squatted down, pushing his cock into my mouth, and finally, my head locked against the inflatable couch, pushed it into my throat. "DID IT!" He said, and Mike and DJ both said "HELL YEAH!" and at that, Mike got on his knees on the couch and tried to fuck my throat, but the couch did not cooperate, bouncing him around crazily.
Mike put his hands on Butler's back, and helped him get more still and balance, while DJ, still hypnotized by my cock, stroked it up and down, up and down. "Ain't you gonna cum?" He said to my cock, and at that, pulled the sleeve up and off. Butler was fucking my throat, and Mike held onto him moving to the side, when I felt the most amazing HOT sensation on my ass, a nice grip on the head, then a sleeve of flesh sliding down as DJ crammed my cock into his just-fucked ass while he jacked his inexplicably hard cock. He was an expert with his asshole, kneading it on my cock up and down, until he just put his arms back and thrust his hips against me, cock bouncing up crazily, jamming me as deep as he could. Butler pulled back to stroke his cock, and FUCK, Mike was hard again, his prick jutting out from his bush.
I coughed for a second, "Are you guys machines?" I asked, and all three laughed, "Vitamin V Daddy, Vitamin V!" Mike said, "This is maybe, third squirt?" He said, puzzled, and DJ, said "Third", Butler nodding and winking. Butler squatted down again, and long-dicked my throat, the fleshy rubber tube pushing in and out like a piston while my cock was getting the same treatment from DJ. Mike pushed his cock into one hand, the slimy lube and remains of cum coating my hand as I squeezed and jacked him. Butler pulled out of my mouth, and lifting up one leg, moved to one side as Mike kneeled down to push his cock in my mouth, and he began fucking my oral cavity while Butler again, held my mouth open. I didn't feel like I got a good suck on, but the fat cock against my tongue felt great, and I just sort of surrendered myself to the feeling.
The inflatable couch was getting pretty wet and slimy from my sweat against it, and I felt myself sliding around. DJ had an epiphany, and spitting on the dildo, suddenly had it positioned just beside me and sat down on it, wedging me against the arm of the couch. Mike pulled back, and Butler, jacking furiously now started grunting, and with one knee on the arm, pulled my head down to start squirting again, bobbing his hips in and out of my mouth crazily. It was only a squirt or two, and Mike slapped his ass as he sighed and pulled away. Mike then crouched down, and put the sleeve back on my cock instantly sending mind-numbing vibration through my cock, when DJ got up, and standing over me, pushed his cock in my mouth. I felt his hips push forward, and realized Mike had fingers or more in DJ's hole, and DJ started fucking back and forth on the fingers and my cock, very acrobatically.
That was enough for me at this point, and I felt shivers start. It was one of those orgasms where your mind literally turns off, and nothing but sex sensation was going through me, my mouth wide open with DJ squirting again, my beard and chest now wet from cum, and Mike slamming the sleeve on my cock powerfully. I finally croaked out a scream, my body shaking from top to bottom, and the cum hit me. The muscles in my ass cramped, and I thrust up, feeling sperm shoot high across my belly and chest, and Mike saying "Ahh Daddy," and began twisting the vibrating sleeve. More, almost painful bolts of cum seemed to shoot out, my cock on fire, and DJ pulled away leaving me to see Mike expertly milking my cock with the sleeve and his hand, gooey rivers of cum still oozing as I looked on, almost not comprehending what was going on.
Mike continued jacking off, but DJ moved around, bent over near him, and Mike began rimming the wide open ass, whining. I closed my eyes and time seemed to stop, when I heard Mike cumming by me, still stroking my cock, endless waves of orgasm playing over my body. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a fat drop on my face. Butler was in his camp chair, cock still hard, his eyes closed and catching his breath clearly. DJ was on the blanket, Mike crouched by him still massaging DJ's asshole, just touching his own cock now and then. Another drop hit, and I opened my eyes again, hearing rumbling. I got up, and the guys were rapidly trying to clean up, I felt the blanket pulled, and getting up, I said, "I've gotta run!" "See you tonight," Mike said, "Tell Jake and Steve the owners that the McKinney boys are doing fine."
I grabbed my pole and bindle, and started walking quickly, now as my semi-hard cock bounced against my legs it sent out real bursts of "Wow!" I was so swollen. "Vitamin V." I laughed, and more thunder rolled somewhere as hot rain hit me. It was getting darker, and I accelerated my pace. The forest was strangely still, not really any wind, nor animal noises, just me rustling as I whooshed through the sometimes thick undergrowth as I made my way back along the trail, seeing finally the geodesic bar in the distance, but like in a fog. The closer I got, I realized the fog was rain, it was pouring, but I could see sun in the distance, and as I got close, bang, I was soaked head-to-toe, hot nice summer rain washing me, and soaking my boots and sadly the sack on my pole. I slowly stepped down the steeper path, getting to the main road finally, and walking along the gravel area by the barn with the gym, made it to the pool.
The men had all clustered by the bar and the spa as the downpour really washed everything, and I did notice many, many men were naked this time. I ducked in by the bar, and got a towel to dry off as the comments began – I didn't realize how much cum I had in my beard, and how swollen my cock was. It did cause a little sensation, but I sat chatting with guys nonchalantly, wiping my beard, when the rain, just like it had started, ceased as though someone flipped a switch. I felt arms reach around me, and tweak my cock, and as I turned, the Daddy from my first Day, Art, kissed my ear "Nice Hike" he giggled at me. "Your cock's all grown Joe!" he said, and then I remembered when my Dad said that, and I gasped.
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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.