Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2015 23:13:03 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: Road Trip Texas: Marfa Road Trip Texas: Vol 3 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews. eBook collections are available on Amazon.com, apple iTunes store, and Nook, search for `texbearjoe' on each site to find the updated list of publications. I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances I have changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties, occupations and places of residence. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All photography of texbearjoe © 2015 by C.C. Brooks, ccbrooks79@yahoo.com —— I ended up in Marfa around noon, and I had a desperate feeling I needed food, real food. I had lunch in a funky "Shark" restaurant which was good, but I was really wanting something more than restaurant food, and it was a strange feeling – so far away from home, the other side of Texas, and feeling a tiny bit trapped. Across from the restaurant, to my absolute shock, was a Gym. Near a cute hotel. Marfa is tiny – maybe a few thousand people, and an art magnet. Since I was so close, how could I resist. I was going to spend the day going through Donald Judd spaces on "the Block", but nothing was starting until around 4:30pm, so I had some time on my hands. Sitting in the restaurant, a guy was staring at me. Finally, he walked over to me. He had a scruffy beard, build more on the light side, liquid brown eyes. What I was surprised at was his shirt and clothes were covered with pigments, he looked a bit of a mess. Staring at me, he made the most exaggerated motion to touch a chair. I said "Hi", and he, with enormous effort, said "You're Texbearjoe!" I grinned and said, "You got it! Come sit with me." He slowly grinned, and then carefully walked over to his table, and gathered stuff up, shaking slightly, then stopped as he walked back. I nibbled on my turkey sandwich as he looked at me, a smile twitching around the sides of his mouth, and I said, "And you are?" Again, with great effort, he told me he was Sam, and then there was a small burst. His head jerked to the side like a string was attached, and he blinked and barked slightly, almost literally. He held onto the table for a second, then repeated a few more times, and struggled to stop. I said, "Hey, let it go, you don't have to hold back on my account." He struggled again, silently, twitching slightly, and I asked where he was from - I didn't believe anyone was born in Marfa. "You don't mind?" He said, "I have..." and he broke into twitches and alternately barked out "Fuck" and "Milk" and "Brick". "I can see what you have, don't worry about me." Sam looked somewhat relaxed, and his leg kicked out, and he became a mass of Tourette tics and twitches, whispered and barked "Fuck" and "Dick", but we continued to have a good conversation, nevertheless. New Yorker, moved to Marfa, well, to not be near people. I told him I was in town to see Donald Judd, but if he had studio, it would be fun too, and he got very enthusiastic. I told him to meet me at the Judd tour start around 4pm, we could do that and maybe find some dinner. I hadn't made someone that happy for some time just by chatting. Went to the gym, checked in the hotel and was ready for the tour at 4pm – it only allows 14 people! Well, we got in easily, and Sam had changed out of his paint clothing, thank god, and he looked incredibly sexy, rockstar sexy in a linen teeshirt and jeans, buzz-cut hair and furry, and those liquid eyes. I put my hands on his traps behind him, and leaned forward and whispered in his ear "I hope you don't find me forward, but I am, so I have to say you're incredibly hot." "Aaah," he said, "I never thought I'd hear that from texbearjoe!" and barked and chortled a little bit as he shook, arms flailing. He was slightly unsteady on his feet as we walked, he was really letting go of trying to control himself, and I took his hand to steady him as we walked through Judd's the buildings. You should Google Donald Judd if you like stark beautiful minimalist art. I had a great time seeing everything, and Sam kept squeezing my hand to communicate while the somewhat hip docent droned on about the works. I could have done without the words, and stuck with the visuals. I started squeezing Sam's hand back every time the docent said something particularly artistic, like "postmodern agenda" and "postminimalist", we ended up having a very amusing conversation with taps and squeezes, as Sam barked out streams of "fucking idiot" now and then to pepper things up. I didn't want to be the docent, but it was a very exciting tour towards the end. I tickled Sam's palm every time I had to suppress a laugh. We got out in the early evening, and we ended up chattering together wandering back, and Sam took me across town on foot to his studio which seemed to have been an old gas station attached to a house. Total fucking mess, which I expected, canvases and drawings all over the place. Sam specialized in encaustic, which is mainly pigments mixed into melted beeswax, which gives an incredible depth to the paint surface. He had a kitchen! A very nice kitchen in fact, a cabinet full of funky mismatched glassware and tableware, and my mind started working, finally. I told him I was making dinner, no questions. I went through his paintings and drawings, really beautiful works, I wondered where he showed. He directed me to the main local grocery store, and I was stumped how to make something really amusing for dinner. Lots of fresh vegetables, and strangely, blue corn – aha. I got pretty much one of each fresh veggie, olive oil, almonds, a few slabs of beef, and on and on. Back at the studio, I walked in, and it was as though he had no air conditioning. I put everything down, and went over to Sam who was fussing with paints, and squeezed his shoulder as he grunted and grumbled and pulled him to kiss him. What an amazing kisser, he was so alive in my arms – you have met guys who go limp when you kiss, Sam was blazing and twisting, so hungry for me, I was astonished. He kissed and barked, grunting kissing my eyes, play-biting my ears and licking, all around my face, my beard, and then burying his mouth in mine, his thick tongue darting out, all the while as I heard little vocalizations coming through, his nostrils with hot breath on my cheek suddenly, and squeezing, turning and grabbing me. All of which I returned. We were lost in kissing standing there for quite some time, as Sam pressed a rock hard cock against me, humping against me, rubbing against me. The top of my head was blowing off thinking of playing with him tonight, and an alarm went off, "Dinner" I said, pulling away. It was too hot. I took off my clothes, Sam completely unaware, and digging around in the kitchen, finding a blender, started on the first course. In five glasses I arranged white, green, yellow, blue, and orange gazpachos – nothing complicated, cucumbers and cream, salt and pepper, olive oils and then some spicing up with special ingredients, and found a collection of crazy glasses to serve in. I seared the meat then popped it in the oven to roast, and fussed and fussed, incredibly happy I could make real food. Sam came over, and was flabbergasted at the dinner, the colors, flavors, and me standing naked with dinner laid out on a fairly battered and paint-spattered wooden table. He was going to have to play my game now, and I got a kitchen cloth, and tied it over him, kissing him. He had to guess the color of each gazpacho by the flavor, if he knew colors so well. After he was blindfolded, I also upped the ante, taking his clothes off slowly, carefully, first setting him down on a couch. If you read my stories, you know how verbal, and sound-focused I am. Nothing, nothing has ever equaled Sam sitting there and moving around, yelling out and laughing as I pulled his clothes off – I can't write it. He had a beautiful upper body, not furry, and his muscles were like iron from all the workout they got – all day – from his movements. I took his shoes off, and his socks, and he started screaming as I licked and chewed on his toes – he almost kicked me. I sucked on his big toe, and then licking between each individual toe, I worked my way down to lightly running my teeth over this sole, then sucked most of his foot in my mouth, which sent him into a complete frenzy – not as much though as when I sucked both bit toes in my mouth at the same time. I undid his thick buckle, and pulled his trousers down, but he paused, hand on my wrist, then kicked the pants off, leaving him in black underwear, bulging like crazy. He was one of those guys whose cock is quite a bit darker than his body, and in his case, as slight as his body was, his cock was thick and meaty as the beef for dinner. I almost started sucking and chewing on his cock and big balls, but held myself back for a second. Pulling him up, sat him down by me at the main table and as we chatted, I spoon-fed him each of the gazpachos, asking him to describe what he felt. He was pretty good – but the yellow and the blue gazpachos got him, both corn-based. Instead of a napkin, when he jerked with a spoon feeding him, I licked the soup off his beard, and finally, undoing the blindfold, picked him up over my shoulder and carried him back to the couch as he pounded on my back. I took his wrists, and holding him down, lay on top of him kissing and sucking on his lips as his fat cock pressed against my belly. It was incredible, his hands, his body, his kisses were so alive, I had all I could do to keep up with him, until he pushed me on the floor and sat on my hips, holding me down and screaming "fucker, fuck cock suck" at me in an erotic happy rage. Hard to describe all the emotions melted together as he dove into me! We wrestled around on and off in the mess, but I yelled "DINNER" again, and got him back to the table, his beautiful cock pointing straight up. His legs were super-furry, just up to his waist, it looked amazing, kind of like a Satyr, but I called him "Wolfman" as he barked through dinner and howled occasionally, tearing into his steak. He also had some beautiful Tequilas to go with the meat, what an evening. After dinner, as we talked about the technical parts of encaustic, he stood up and came over to me, hand on my mouth. He was incredible, that fat soft cock lolling around, muscles tensing over and over under his translucent skin. He turned the lights off, and opening curtains at what was the front of the gas station, early moonlight came in. He pulled me over to a chair and table by the window, and started fussing over a large metal plate. The smell of beeswax hit the air – a nice one, actually – mixing with the garlic and beef... he roughly positioned me to put my head on the table, as though I was sleeping, then he changed in front of me. With a thick charcoal, he started sketching me on a piece of paper like parchment, but all the extra movement was gone. As he drew, his grunting and vocalizations stopped, and his body was focused, like a rattlesnake, on the canvas. I couldn't quite see what was going on, but he was quickly sketching something, and then a moment later, he grabbed an odd brush, and with the wax continued to sketch out what he was doing. I burped, I'm sorry. I can't sit at a table face down after dinner. He burst out laughing but continued with the paper, then abruptly grabbed it and tore it to pieces, and started over with charcoal. Another round, and this time, acrobat smooth and poised as a surgeon he painted in short jabs and strokes, changing pigment groups, mixing on the flat steel plate obsessively. He stood back after a moment, and looking at the drawing, the vocalizations re-emerged and his arms, and coming back over, he pulled on me and whispered filthy things in my ear dragging me off to the bed in one corner of the room. His bearded silhouette in as he approached me, fat cock hard and pointing up with his furry legs, and that beard, his growling and barking, was one of the most exciting visuals I've had for sex since I can remember. He crawled in the bed, and I immediately hugged him, as we rolled around in the sheets kissing crazily. He was feeling me all over, squeezing my muscles and yelling out, shaking his head and barking and cursing, jacking himself off as he repeatedly kissed me and squeezed me with his steel-like muscles. Grabbing my cock, he began jerking me whining and getting closer and closer to my cock, licking and sucking on it as he jerked and gurgling when he tasted some precum. His tongue was as fat as his cock, and he expertly made it into a tube in his mouth, pushing my cock into the hot cavity as he kept grunting and cursing, literally drooling as he sucked more and more in until I hit the back of his mouth. He looked up, those liquid brown eyes in the reflected light, and I winked at him as I put my hand on top of his head, and shoved my cock into his throat. All sounds stopped briefly, as he gagged and shuddered, twitching, arms spasming. In a second he began bobbing his head forcefully, and his entire body became a smooth sucking machine, like when he was a painting machine – entirely focused on his thick tongue rolling over the veiny shaft of my cock, the head popping in and out of his throathole. He paused, and with the same intensity pulled me out and gasped for air, then sucking with a forceful vacuum, grasped my ass, squeezing hard and fucked it back in his throat, his hot lapping tongue now out over his lower lip, his mouth cavity as full as he could make it. Saliva drooled down my balls, tickling slightly as he continued with the suck, pause, gasp, suck rhythm, and he finally grasped his own dark cock, jacking it in fitful bursts. I held his head and pulled out, my cock just on his lips as he pursed them and sucked hard on my head, grunting and "fucks" coming out now again, head jerking. He grabbed my cock, and screaming obscenities at me, jacked my cock, crouching on the bed as he also jacked his cock, and finally I put one leg over his right shoulder, then his left shoulder, leaning down to hold his upper back as I pushed him on the bed, jacking and bellowing at me. With him flat on the bed, I put my heels against his shoulder and squatted down, lifting up my cock and balls so my asshole was exposed directly to his mouth. I bounced slightly to touch it to his beard, scratchy and nice, and then as his head shook back and forth while he continued jerking and yelling at me, I simply sat my asshole on his lips. He screamed, closed-mouthed, and then moaned, sucking fiercely at my tiny hole, his thick tongue pushing up in it. He lolled his tongue around in circles around the edge of the hole, but I pulled my asscheeks apart and relaxed, my hole opening up. I felt his lips pressed in a circle around my own anal ring, sucking it backwards out of my body – what an amazing sensation – shoving his tongue brutally up in the sensitive flesh. He stopped jacking off, and chortling again, grabbed my hips and pulled me tightly against his face and mouth, tongue now lapping almost into my rectum he was so deep and I was so spread open. Then he did it. He pushed his chin against my hole, lower lip inside, and I felt like he was trying to get his lower jaw in my asshole. He continued to lick and suck, now starting to jerk me off, but I had to hold his hand, squeezing it to tell him "hold back fucker". Then he jerked from under me, and abruptly pushed my hips throwing me across the bed, then with me on my back, jumped on me, my head between his knees, as he wrestled my legs down. He pulled forward, yelling about how he was going to get a daddy fuck fuck fuck going, but first he leaned far forward, and sat his own hairy asshole on my mouth. He began jerking and yelling, and I felt his fat balls bouncing on my chest as he jerked off while he ground is ass on my mouth, and I was not able to really lick or suck it. I got his gyrating hips in my hands and pushed him up a little bit, sticking my tongue out, and then lowering his asshole right on top. His asshole was amazing, jerking on my tongue, sliding up and down like I was fucking him, and I was able to slide my thumbs up near my tongue rolling around the sensitive tissue as he continued to bounce his balls on my chest, jerking like crazy, and now pinching his nipples. He paused, quiet for a second, then almost literally threw himself on my cock as I rimmed him, his fat cock squashed with his balls against my chest. With a better angle I was able to pull his asshole open to lick deep inside it as he gurgled and moaned, then my cock hit the magic spot, and his body became quiet as he choked on it, and I felt precum squeeze out of his own cock wetting my chest. I pulled his asshole open more insistently, fighting his muscle and feeling his body almost have seizures as he gagged on my cock. It was delicious, slurping his hole as he quieted down against me for a moment, his mouth and throat fully loaded with my very sensitive meat. I could feel him trying to grunt and speak with my cock in his throat, when he slowly pulled back, head jerking to the right with my cock sliding in and out – amazing quick wonderful sensations. Finally he got off me, and jerking and twitching like crazy, laughing and yelling a stream of filthy language, and he bent over the bed, ass in the air, one leg jerking and he slammed his palm on the bed a few times, commanding me to fuck fuck fuck his hole. I'm not going to say no! He was on his elbows on the bed, his hairy ass, and what I could see now were even hairier than I thought legs facing me. One arm or the other flailed out every second or so as he barked and 'fucked' at me, ass clenching and unclenching as I watched jacking off to the spectacle. I put my cockhead up to the hairy brown hole, feeling him literally clench and almost suck on the tip of my cock, leg jerking out, slamming one then the other hand on the bed, a symphony of excited, exaggerated motions. I popped the head of my cock in his hole, which made him freeze for a second, leg shaking, then he arched his back, on his elbows again, moaning and jerking on the bed, his asshole literally spasming and eating at my cock like nothing I've ever felt. I pushed in just a tiny bit further, then back out half way, back in pushing further and further hearing him grow more frantic. He was bursting with words in his 'Fuck fuck fuck cocksucker fucking that faggot asshole shitty shithole fuck!" talk, slamming his hands down more and finally I pushed all the way into his asshole, the head of my cock feeling expansion as I got deep into his guts, while the base of my shaft was practically chewed as he screamed and begged for more. As I slid in and out, and got into a fucking rhythm, he began swinging back and forth, meeting each of my thrusts with a fantastic slam, his balls bouncing back to touch mine. The more we got into the rhythm of fucking, the less he barked and grabbed the bed, but it was no less sensual. I held still for a moment, feeling him simply chewing and fucking his asshole on my cock and shaft like an anal blowjob – magnificent. I wasn't going to last much longer at this rate, and after fifteen minutes of that fucking, I didn't want to cum yet, but didn't want to stop. I pulled out, much to his wailing and cursing at me, then flipped him over on his back, his beautiful dark cock looking like a metal dildo - so hard and shiny. I shoved my cock immediately back in, watching his delighted eyes, then grabbed his waving hands, and holding them, squeezing messages into his hands, into his ass with my cock, watching his head roll and listening to the stream of cursing, spittle flipping all over his beard. I couldn't help it, but took a hold of his cock with one hand, and crouching I was able to pop just the dark maroon tip in my mouth, snapping the foreskin back and forth. It was obscene feeling in my hand, like a very over-inflated rubber tire, and he grabbed at my hand a few times as I slammed even harder into his sucking ass, then he became transformed. His entire body, still twitching, started to squeeze and contract, his head pulled further and further back as he moaned and cried out, his legs pulling further and further back, opening his ass beautifully. I continued leaning forward, sucking a little bit more of his cockhead into my mouth as he went entirely rigid, shaking and vibrating, then the dam broke. The first gush of cum, with a huge stream of screaming at me, spewed into my mouth as his abs and upper body contracted like it was electrified. Then another stream, his entire body jerking now with the force of the hot white cumblast, then moments of pause as I managed to swallow some of it, still in a nice easy fuck into his ass, when he had another sex seizure and gushed a huge load of cum over my beard and face, even in my eyes – I forgot that it stung a little bit. It was like he was on a crunch machine then, his body completely out of control with his head twisting, grimace on his face, arms twisting but loads of cum oozing and gushing out. I finally leaned forward, arms around his lower back, and picked him up – sliding completely to the base of my cock, his body curled up, and his arms waving and patting my on the back as he gasped and bellowed out a stream again. I held him tightly, feeling his jerking and twitching gradually stop, feeling like this was the hottest fuck I'd had in a long, long time. Finally he took a big gulp of air, and I felt his arms squeeze me more tightly, and I whispered, "Are you ready?" He barked out laughter again, and with that I flexed my hips, pulling him up to slam him down and felt my own orgasm start deep in his guts. His eyes flew open wide, and as I gently pumped my hips against him, lifting him up and down on my cock, some of my cum gushed back out his hole, down my balls. I gently put him back on the bed, continuing to pump cum in that amazing ass of his, feeling the fur against my thighs, until I slowly pulled out of him, whereupon he straightened his legs, and launched himself at me to pull me back in bed, showering me with kisses and pats, everything animated and so, so alive. Touches and kisses all over my face, obsessively touching then kissing spots all over, eyebrows, nose, mouth, cheeks, Adam's apple, then touching and kissing and touching further and further down all over my body until it felt like I was sprinkled with the most amazing electrified rain. He moved back around, and crawled up against me, big brown eyes looking at me as smiles, grimaces, pursed lips, played over his face, hands flailing and touching squeezing my muscles with grunts and curses. We held each other for some time, and gradually falling asleep with him still jerking ever so slightly against my chest with his beautiful long beard. I woke in the early morning to seem him again sketching and painting me, now in the bed, but all the intensity of his body focused in the smooth, sweeping motions, eyes darting to me, body like a ballet dancer. I got up to take a shower behind a glass panel, and he immediately put another sheet up and began dashing off charcoal sketches, followed by the thick, plastic encaustic. As I dried off, I said "Hi Sam," kneeling to kiss his furry ass. I got to make breakfast! He was standing naked, like a satyr with those hairy legs, beautiful cock, and beard, working away on vellum. The moment he stopped, one elbow flew up and he looked at me, "Hello fuck fuck Joe!". We had a great breakfast, and it was fun to hang out, but he flew back to the drawings he was working on, and became quiet again. I looked out his windows at the deserty landscape, and decided I wanted to get to the beach, but saw that South Padre Island was still several days' drive. As I got my stuff in my car and finished off the coffee, Sam rushed at me, peppering me with kisses and shouts, and I told him he had to come to Houston. He ran back in the studio, and came out with a drawing, or painting, of my in the shower that morning, and insisted I take it. I was worried about the encaustic on my hot drive, but it wasn't going to be a problem. I saw him freeze up when I described my parties in Houston – 60-80 guys by the pool, and I slowly realized he didn't like to be near a lot of people. Which is why Sam was in Marfa. I got it. Amazing Guy. —— 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.