Timberfell Stories
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe
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I walked through the Lodge naked, and still half-hard, as all the Timberfell men assembled for their wine and cheese before dinner, and heard shouts of "Can he walk?" and I heard a dressed Red say "Hell yeah, now that was an ass bumper!" and I got to my California Room and got dressed in an instant. Coming back out, I realized that I had just had a very intense couple of hours – during a quite long day. I was glad nobody was comparing notes – Smith and Nolan, then Eddy showed up grabbing me and kissing me loudly, then Hal came in smartly dressed, and I introduced myself around again. Had a beautiful dinner, and afterwards Eddy sat with me for a moment, in the sort of central living room of the Lodge, where we were necking and kissing, cuddling for a moment as Eddy told me more about himself.
I was sleepy, unfortunately, and Eddy and I nodded off after a little while, and as more guys walked through, I was startled awake. Eddy had to run off back to Nolan, and I went into my room and took a real nap. Somewhere north of 9pm, I got up, and shed my dinner clothes to take a walk, and walking along the pond in front of the Lodge, came across guys in a circle, enjoying a campfire near some picnic tables, behind them a camping area and beyond that, the pool. "Hey, it's muscle man!" someone said, and I said "Yeah yeah yeah," and sat down near the guys. We all stared into the flames, always nice, and I remembered my first campfires when I was at Boy Scout camp.
Back at this campfire, we were all talking a mile a minute, and two guys lit a fat joint and passed it around. I was thinking if I felt like it, and decided I did and had a little toke. Someone started telling a story of the first time they went camping as a kid, and it was very much a wonderful shared feeling among us, talking about the good and the bad being gay at camps. After fifteen minutes I felt a tiny tingle from the joint, which had made it around the circle of ten of us a few times, and I remembered a story from my boy scout camp. I asked if anyone was from the area, and the closest was Knoxville, about 80 miles away. I said that when I grew up nearby, there was a large slow boy that went to my scout camp, who was called Fat Lester – he was a nice guy as far as I was concerned, but the boys were pretty merciless at times.
Lester was so introverted, he could barely talk, and very weak, and it was just painful to watch him do anything that required stamina. Everyone knew someone like that – or was that guy – and I continued to talk, trying to recall the spooky story pattern from forty years ago. I kind of was a friend to him, though even at that it was hard to connect. I sounded very authoritative, describing Lester's stutter, and how awful the other kids were to him, messing with his clothes and books, the usual childhood nightmare. Worst, when Lester tried to do a pushup at camp, and couldn't, the other boys would sit on him, bouncing and making him sick. Lester's parents died in a car accident before he finished High School, and he moved to Baileytown, which was why I mentioned it, and lived in the hills nearby with his Grandma.
I felt a nice buzz going on, as I continued to elaborate on the story, and that I heard from family nearby that Lester's Grandmother, that I was related to somehow, told a relative that Lester had finally gone crazy. He lived alone in a cabin by his Grandmother, and didn't talk to her, or anyone. His Grandmother heard an awful sound one day, and looked in the cabin, and Lester was on the floor trying to do a pushup, and wailing and cursing with that stutter. Somehow this was alarming to her, she had never in 40 years heard him angry. Not long after, Grandma heard a noise again, and looking through the window, Lester had done a pushup, and tried a second, but couldn't. She didn't say anything at dinner, but Lester was beginning to look very nasty, long hair, never trimmed his beard, and didn't do anything. I brought up irrelevant points – what do you do if the caretaker dies in a situation like that, and everyone started talking, but then I refocused on the story.
A few months later, Lester was doing pushups on and off all day, and his Grandmother was getting very nervous, he was changing in front of her. Pushups, he lifted logs and moved them around, and started running down country roads at night. I felt the joint start to really set in, and lowered my voice; you could really hear all the night sounds as I drew the guys in further and further into the story. I heard that there were some break-ins, and none of the dogs in the area for five miles was alive at the end of the year or so. I got quieter, and drew them in further to the fire, and finally said that the last time my family heard from the Grandmother, she was going to call the police, she was really afraid of Lester, all his fat had grown into muscle, and he literally growled at her at times. "I heard tell there were break-ins all around, and stolen and wrecked cars."
The other campers looked at each other, and said, how long ago was it? "Last summer was last time I talked to my family about it." The guys got slightly angry at why Timberfell didn't warn them, and I got goosebumps, this was going to be so fun. I said I talked to Baileytown police (wondering if they existed) the day before asking about Grandma, and her body was found dead in a ditch near her Church recently. Everyone got very quiet, and I said, best thing is just keep your eyes open. I saw some movement behind the guys, and hurried to draw the story to a conclusion. A guy walked up behind the fire, from the camping area, and I immediately said, "So, if you see a big – I mean like 6'6" 300 pound guy, Red-haired bearded mountain man, and he growls or acts odd..." Then I jumped up, scaring the hell out of the guys, and pointed at the guy who walked up, "THERE HE IS!" and they took one look, screamed and practically crapped on themselves falling over backwards "UHHHHHH!" to get away.
It helped that the light from the fire was down low, and with the shadows the guy looked ten feet tall. The poor guy was so shocked himself he let out a "AHHHHHHHH!" falling over backwards, which sent everyone into a delirium, then they slowly came back as I ran over to him, and said, "Hey, you OK!" "I'm OK but you scared the crap out of me!" he responded. I helped him up as the guys from the campfire looked alternately pissed, and barely able to control their laughter, and I tried in my semi-stoned state to explain to "Purnell" here what the story was. When I got to the punch line "THERE HE IS" I thought the guy was going to die laughing, he couldn't catch his breath. We settled back around the fire, Purnell next to me, and every 10 minutes someone yelled "THERE HE IS!" and everyone yelled out.
Purnell was fully clothed, and stared at me off and on, "Ain't you cold Joe?" He said, and, well, I said maybe a little bit. He patted my head, and then stroked my back like I was a pet. I kept apologizing to him, and he said "Don't worry honey" with a syrupy southern drawl that could melt you heart. His hand rubbed my legs, and then up along my back, gently squeezing my muscles now and then as a quiet came over the campfire men, and we looked at the laughing flames. I swear I could hear them. I begged Purnell quietly to let me buy him a beer to apologize. "Well, ain't that polite. A body can't say no!" he drawled, and we got up, and slowly left the circle, walking through the dark to the pool that was nearby. "Joe, I want to do something," Purnell said, and then put his arms around me and tried to lift me up, kissing me.
Purnell was not nearly as big as me – maybe 5'6", but very muscular, big ass and big legs. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you at dinner Joe," he said, "You are so handsome and the guys say you are a real nice guy." "Don't' believe everything you hear," I said, "Grr!" Purnell laughed, and held my hand as we walked through the woods, looking down at my cock now and then, and we neared the pool, looking a little odd in our differing evening attire, and at the bar at the pool, I got him a Corona. We chatted for a while, and I got him a second beer. I wanted to know where he was from and how he got so sexy. At that question, he kind of clammed up, and told me nobody, but nobody called him sexy back in Athens Georgia. He was one of those guys who are just pure hot muscle bear love, but is so isolated he is completely unaware.
I invited him to the hottub, and he walked with me, holding my hand and petting me again, and slowly, slowly undressed to his underwear. I thought, "I've been to this movie before," and this time, I got out of the hottub, and kissed him, hooking my fingers under his underwear and started pulling down the jockeys as he pulled them back up. "Nobody's here!" I said, and he let go, sliding down. A wonderful white uncut cock popped out in the dim light, darkish head, big balls. His ass was immense, and he tried to put his hands over that, as though I wouldn't see how broad he was. I grabbed his hand, and he got in the Jacuzzi with me, and pulled me over to him, sitting on his legs as he continued to paw my, squeezing me and kissing all over my face.
It was so innocent, I suddenly wondered how old he was, but instead of asking I turned around, straddling his legs facing him, while my cock bobbed and got hard feeling his big legs and feeling very horny from the pot earlier. "I feel something Joe!" he grinned, and reached into the water to squeeze my cock. I lifted a leg up and sat only on his right leg, rubbing my knee up against his crotch and surprised that he was rock hard, pointing straight up. I looked down, and his cockhead was almost above the water, so I reached down and squeezed the tip gently. Purnell, apparently unaware that his erection poked out of the water, sort of dove down away from my hands, sputtering and embarrassed. I settled back sitting on his knee, and rubbing against him as we necked and kissed, and instead of grabbing his cock, I reached down and felt his ass, which also made him uncomfortable.
He squirmed, and begged me not to "Play with his worst feature!" but I scooted further up his leg, glad the water floated my 250lbs a little bit. I sat up on the edge of the spa for a moment, and he looked around, and guiltily pulled himself up. Very furry, and his cock was surprising – whenever I see a big meaty cock on a smaller guy, it just drives me bonkers. We sat on the edge of the spa, steaming, and kissing, he was a good kisser and so affectionate – little shy pecs at first, then I slowly got his mouth more open, and we explored each other, pulling closer and closer. I was afraid of falling off the spa edge, so we moved over – naked – to some chairs nearby, and I slowed down to watch Pernell walk. His ass was very high up, wide, and thick, and the muscles bounced as he walked, sending chills through me.
I sat by him, and pulled him closer, kissing him and whispering how Daddy was going to tie him down and milk him and make cum crazy. Pernell had not really heard very filthy conversation, and kept getting tongue-tied, which only goaded me on. Then I began on his big hairy ass, how wide it was, and how fat. "Daddy loves a big fat ass Honey," I began whispering, hugging him close, my mouth next to his ear. Something really clicked deep, and Pernell got very still, shaking slightly, "Love to kiss it, lick it, just as long as you've been a good boy." At that Pernell, kind of twitched, "Ahhhh, Doggies! I bet you've been a bad boy!" And Pernell twitched again, "You know what happens to Bad boys, they get their ass whupped."
I thought Pernell was going to fall off the chair. I heard a deep, whispered voice, "Daddy, would you spank me if I was bad?" and at that, I pushed Purnell up off the chair, and saw his cock was rock hard. I turned him around, and told him to grab his ankles. He did so, his beautiful big white ass right in my face, light red fur on it in the moonlight, and I gave it a light slap on both cheeks. "Been Bad Boy?" I said, and Purnell whined a yes, and flexed his ass at me. His little hole was gaping in a cleft of fur, so I licked a finger and teased and pushed in slightly, slapping his cheeks playfully. "Come here boy." I said, and put Purnell over my knee. His hard cock was between my legs, as he grabbed on the chair in front of him, and I squeezed his cock lightly. "You need a spanking boy?" I said, in my nasal Southern Bad Dad voice, and slapped his ass, squeezing his big cock.
Purnell emitted a gruff "Yeah," and I said, "Purnell, you need a spanking or a fucking," and punctuated it with a hard slap on both cheeks. "I, uh, I don't know Daddy!" he said, surprised. "Tell me now boy, you need a good whupping or a fucking?" I slapped him harder, and my hand stung, and I felt his cock leak something between my legs that ran down my calf. I reached down, and felt his cockhead, which was very slimy and wet, and ran my finger up under the foreskin, and Pernell practically jumped up. I slapped his ass hard again, squeezing his cock harder, and reaching down, I jacked his cock a little bit as I gave him several hard slaps in a row, back and forth between his bouncing cheeks. He was going crazy as I ran my thumb around and around under his foreskin, and he was trying to get up somehow in a difficult position as I kept pushing his hands back and slapping his ass harder, in a crazy sexy scene.
I let his cock go, and spat in my hand, and started worming my middle finger in him while I spanked a little bit more, and Purnell started hyperventilating. Then the real fun began. Some guys walked by on their way to the Geodesic bar, from the campfire earlier, and saw me spanking Purnell, and came by. "My boy's been bad!" I said grinning, and Purnell struggled, a bit shocked at having an audience, but I twisted his arm behind him, pulled him around and crammed him under my chair, locking my legs around his waist, his huge ass exposed to the world. I spread the cheeks open, and spit on his hole, "Look at that, my boy's got a huge fucking fat ass, it's hard to spank him. Can you help?"
At that the guys practically ran over, and Purnell started whining and struggling, but both of them landed some more slaps on his ass, and I fingered his hole while more hands rained down, "Yeah, buddy, that's a big fat ass, piggy ass! Feel that hole," and they laughed, pushing their fingers in as Purnell was suddenly still, whimpering and trembling. More slaps on his ass, more fingers pushing in his hairy bunghole, and we all three worked him, his ass the only part visible. After some moments, the guys walked away on for their drink, and I pulled Purnell out, and kissed his ass, setting him on my lap. "You ok Buddy?" I said, caressing his ass, which looked to be on fire. "You ok little Buddy?" I said, kissing him, and feeling that big cock, all dripping now with precum. "Embarrassed about your big fat ass Pernell?" I said, and he shook his head, "It's a fat one, ain't it."
He shook his head, and I nudged one leg under one his, moving him around to face away from me, my arms around him. "Daddy's going to fuck that big fat ass now, you want that?" Pernell nodded yes, and sighed, "Spread that big ass for Daddy now, bend over, I want to see that hole!" Pernell was squatting on my lap now, and reached to spread his cheeks, and I got him to stand up, and bend over again. I kissed his flaming asscheeks, stroking them, "Aww, they're all hot, did Daddy and his boys spank you for being bad?" I continued stroking his cheeks as he pulled them apart, and leaned down to lick his hole – it was luscious. He had been fucked a lot – it opened right up to get my tongue inside it, and I licked around the edges to taste the lips, and sucked on it hard to get the lips in my mouth.
I sucked on him as he stood there, shivering as he cooled down, my tongue heating his hole up, then I spit in my hand and lubed up my cock. I slowly lowered Purnell down, and his beautiful butt wrapped around my cock, and I slowly slid into his asshole, with a small "Pop" feeling as the head went in. Purnell groaned and paused, ass practically chewing my cock, and he slid down further and further until his big meaty ass was against my groin. It was fantastic, just huge, and padded and he raised up a tiny bit to fuck down on my cock, a huge cushion against me as I wrapped my arms around him. At that Purnell began earnestly fucking up and down on my cock, groaning and begging Daddy for more, "Honey, you just got to spread those fat asscheeks and you get more daddy dick!" I said, and that's what he did, finally so far bent over he had his hands on the pool deck, elbows near his knees, and expertly bouncing his ass up and down in a frenzy on my cock.
I lifted him back up as more guys from the campfire came by, and he struggled in my iron grip, but I didn't let go. The guys looked somewhat shocked at someone fucking in the open, then one caught a glimpse of his big meat waving around, and let out a whistle. I pulled Purnell back, "Like my boy's donkey dick?" I asked, and Purnell, said out loud "No Daddy!" but I squeezed him hard, and laughed. "Feel his dick!" I said, and the guys all reached down one after the other, skinning the head back and jacking him off, feeling his balls, and one guy on his knees, feeling my cock sliding in Purnell's hairy hole. I pushed up in him slowly then, feeling a hand on my shaft, then pushing up in Purnell. "Hold his ass open someone!" I said, and the guy on his knees tried to get a hold, but then on the other side his partner sat and they pushed up on Purnells ass cheeks, and I got even deeper in him, until I pushed against that inner block.
Purnell was really whimpering and begging Daddy at this point, the third guy (all the guys, fully dressed mind you) jacking Purnell hard, trying to hold his balls so they wouldn't slap against the chair seat. "Go on, suck it honey." The poor guy grunted, and on his hands and knees suddenly, opened his mouth in a big "O" and slowly lowered it onto Purnells cock as I began pushing down on my feet, hips thrusting up into his asshole. The two stoned guys on either side sat there, staring at Purnell's ass and squeezing it looked like, holding him still as I fucked up into his wide-open hole, and with big slurping sounds their buddy pushed the cock in his mouth, in an inch or two, and back out. "I didn't say kiss it, I said suck it!" I yelled at him, and everyone jumped. Sucker kept his mouth in the "O" and then pushed the thick cock in his mouth, and Purnell suddenly wailed that it was so tight.
"Push his head down on it Honey, that's what the man wants!" I said, and Purnell put his hands on the buzz-cut bearded head, pushing it down on his cock until the man gagged and I heard him spit up on the poolside. The two stoned guys laughed, and Purnell now pushed the head down on his cock, bouncing it like he had a "fleshlight", and the guy gagged and slurped, that big cock clearly abusing his mouth as I dug deeper into Purnell's delicious ass. One of the guys let go, standing there staring, and then reached down to feel his buddy's mouth on Purnell's cock, and he himself got on his hands and knees, and they both started licking and sucking on that cock. That, plus my deep fucking was really driving Purnell over the edge, then I capped it, by grabbing his nipples and giving them a good twist.
Purnell then roared, shaking as I practically jackhammered into his ass, then suddenly the two guys in front of him were twisting around, and laughing, jets of hot cum from Purnell were all over their faces. They licked at the cum, the third stoner on my right laughing and letting the asscheek go, then the two men stood up wiping cum on their sleeves, and poor Purnell's cock bouncing in the wind. They giggled and walked off leaving Purnell impaled on my ass, and I started to slowly pull out. "No Daddy, now's the best time!" Purnell said, starting to hump back on my cock again. The only guys I know who loved to be fucked after cumming were straight! Purnell was really going to town now, my cock sliding wetly in and out of his big ass, and as he crouched down forward again, I felt him grabbing my cock with his asshole on the upstroke, then relaxing on the downstroke as he crammed it against his prostate.
He was an expert milker, and I slapped his ass a few more times while he fucked down on me, sending wails coming back out of him again, but he didn't stop fucking, he LOVED it! I slowly slid forward in the chair, with Purnell sitting like a frog in front of me fucking on my cock, and I reached down under his elbow and grabbed his cock – still hard, and covered with cum. I rubbed his cockhead, and Purnell lunged slightly, "NO NODADDY!" he bellowed, "SENSITIVE." "Purnell Honey, if you don't let me jack you, I'll have to tie you down!" Then I thought. "You got a tent boy!" I said, and Purnell nodded. I immediately pulled out of his ass, causing him to gasp, and said, "Put on Daddy's boots and take me there." After a moment, we walked back near where the campfire was, and Purnell pointed me to his tent with shaking hands.
I told him to get the rope. Purnell knelt, naked, and undid the ropes of the tent, giving me four lengths, and I put my hand behind his neck, and marched him back to the picnic tables by the campfire. I bent him over one end of the table, his beautiful ass up in the cool air. I tied his hands together loosely as he kind of hugged the table, then bound his feet wide apart to the two legs of the table. There he stood, ass in the air, cock jutting out, trembling. I walked up to him, and kissed his ass, "It's so beautiful," I said, smoothing over the spank marks, and then standing, pushed my cock back into his ass. He grunted and tried to arch his back, but he wasn't really free to do so, and I slowed down for a moment, pulling his ass cheeks apart to really get my cock in deep.
"Daddy's going to fuck you for a while," I whispered, looking at the fireflies by the pond, "You've got a big hungry ass boy." I then pushed the shaft in slowly, feeling every inch of his rectum and deeper guts, slowly pulling out as he worked his asshole on my shaft, "That's, yes, that's it boy, chew and suck Dad's cock with your butthole." I set up a slow steady fuck, inching in and out as I crouched over him, and took hold of his cock. I stroked it slowly, then started rubbing right at the tip with my fingertips, sensitizing the already overworked uncut head, timing the gentle strokes with the speed of my fucking. "Like Daddy doing that Son?" I asked, spreading my legs slightly, feeling my balls swing. I continued stroking him until I felt him vibrating, then I stopped, continuing to fuck. "Daddy's going to Edge you, you know that!" and Purnell nodded groaning.
I fucked into him now even more slowly, startled for a second by the bellow of a Bullfrog nearby. I laughed, and then jerked into his rectum, Pernell groaning and I reached around again, taking hold of his big fat cock on that small body, and turned my hand, now stroking the top of the broad fat head with my fingertips while my thumb ran over the lower rim, rubbing the edges of his cockhead. I paused every four or five strokes, to stroke all the way along his shaft, pushing against the base, then back out to the tip, but I had to stop again pretty fast, Purnell was ready to cum. I realized suddenly that there was someone standing to one side, a very pale-skinned man with black hair everywhere but his head. He walked up closer to where I was fucking, jacking his own cock – it was very hairy, and uncut.
Purnell said "Drake" as he walked closer, and the man grunted, and felt my cock going in and out of Purnell's ass. "Can I get me some of that?" He said, and I pulled out, and positioned myself under the table so I could really work Purnell's cock. Drake took hold of Purnell's ass, and holding his cock, guided the head into the hole, and in one abrupt thrust, jammed it in Purnell and started a rapid fuck, Purnell gasping. I was able to get the head of Purnell's cock in my mouth – a real throatsplitter – and slowly stroking the staff with one hand, I jacked myself off. The taste of his cum from half an hour before was great, and I made sure I cleaned his cock well as he shuddered from the anal ramming from the hairy Drake. Then a firefly flashed under the table – it was magic.
There was Purnells fat white cock in the greenish light, for just a second, the big fat head so close to me, shining. I leaned forward to suck it holding the shaft, when a few seconds later, another flash came and all I could see was the fur of his legs. I leaned back, and spitting on my hands, grasped the shaft and slowly eased my hands forward and backwards, shaking from the fucking he was getting from Drake. There was another flash, and I saw the swollen hard cock straining, a stream of precum beginning to drip out. I felt Purnell's legs twitching, and not seeing his balls swinging, I immediately leaned forward, jacking myself again and tasted his cockhead juice, and felt it getting very hard in my mouth. I shoved forward, trying to cram Purnell in my throat as he began groaning and bellowing, then suddenly a huge shot of cum blurted out into my mouth, and I swallowed immediately continuing to suck.
More and more gushed in my mouth as Purnell struggled against his ropes, and he suddenly realized the problem. I started cumming. It as so easy, the firefly flashing again to show me the huge hairy cock in my mouth, and I felt I was going into outer space from the sensation – hot cum built up over the last hour shooting all over myself in the grass. I was gasping, gulping at Purnell, and he was struggling more violently at the ropes as Drake continued to fuck him. I backed off, his hard cock now dripping dregs of cum in the next firefly flash, but I continued to stroke him – he was getting beyond the sensitive stage again. I rubbed my fingers on either side of his cockhead, just in the super-sensitive groove on either side of the cockhead.
Purnell screamed – not blood-curdling, but one of delight and surprise. I continued to stroke his cock now, as he begged "NO NO NO DADDY" again, but at that stage, I took a boot off, and pushed the sock into his mouth. Settling comfortably back on the ground, slightly dazed and comfortable, I began jacking his semi-soft cock with both hands. Drake was a machine, continuing to fuck the big ass, and when I looked up his eyes were closed, and a huge smile was on his bearded face. I continued now to stroke Purnell, struggling more and more faintly, his cock getting hard again. I tickled the sides with my fingertips, and he continued to scream in the sock against the table, and he simply gave up, becoming quiet as I stroked and milked his just-cum-cock, pulling the foreskin back hard, tapping his balls.
A low whining groan came from Purnell now, completely different voice, more animalistic, like a trapped bull. His legs were shaking now as I continued to stroke his cock, which was alternately slightly soft and hard, trembling in my hand. I sucked the tip now, feeling the semi-soft thick head slide into my mouth perfectly like a huge hard-boiled egg. I pressed all around under the foreskin with my tongue, then sliding it back out of my mouth (foreskin) I pushed the head further in my mouth and lodged it against my throat – much more easily semisoft. I pushed it almost in my throat, the thickness barely preventing me from taking it fully, and Purnell groaned and jerked hard as I got it in finally. Drake was slowing down, losing his rhythm, and I saw him reach for Purnells asshole, then balls, pulling them.
He quickly resumed his rhythm fucking, and I began slurping up and down the length of Purnell's cock which was slowly, slowly getting harder. I felt up around his balls, and Drake was soft, but still fucking him – cum or something dripping from Purnell's hole. Fuck! I took my cockring off, and put in on Purnell slowly rolling it down over the thick shaft, and as I sucked and pulled on his cock, it plumped up harder and harder. Suddenly, my hands were covered with cum – Purnell was oozing out a stream of cum, screaming with the sock in his mouth. I slowly finished stroking him, and rested a second, contemplating his beautiful well-milked cock as the naughty firefly kept flashing against it. I finally realized Drake had stopped, and I got up, patting him on the ass – he was bent over on Purnell, cock having slipped out.
I pulled the sock out of Purnell's mouth, and he whispered "Daddy, that was incredible." I kissed him, and untied his hands and feet, cautioning him to not get up too quickly. I took the ropes with him a moment later, and we did his tent, and then in crawled Drake! Purnell nodded to me, and crawled in the tent, pulling me along with him, and a moment later, the three of us were snoozing, Purnell squashed in between two Daddies. I stared at a firefly that got in the tent, and the light hypnotized me, pulsing and lulling me to sleep... But! I got back up in the middle of the night, one foot freezing cold! I went back out to hunt for my boot and sock, and ended up staring at the dying embers of the campfire as I sat there, smiling to myself thinking "THERE HE IS!"
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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.