Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 17:12:03 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: Timberfell Stories: TVA Timberfell Stories 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 —— The next morning I saw a boat, a fast boat. I had a wonderful night sleeping after the session with Purnell – I saw him at breakfast, and he practically sat in my lap along with Drake, who was very handsome in light. Everyone was talking about the speedboat, and I met the two dads who had brought it along, and they were ready to go skiing up northeast of Timberfell. I had wonderful summers when I was a kid up at the lake, and others in the area. I was a very restless kid, and it was torture to sit on a lake with a fishing pole, but in reality it was quite idyllic. Tennessee, Virginia, North Carolina in that area just lush and green in the summer, and I can still hear the buzz of cicadas as we would end up sleeping on the boat waiting for a fish to do something. I was very flattered, but the two Dads at breakfast – Cary and Bruce – invited me along with them for some speedboating. I jumped on it! Right after breakfast, we zoomed off. All the lakes in the area were really set up by the TVA some time ago, and I think in my 7 teenage years I'd ended up visiting every lake in a 50-mile radius. Cary and Bruce were rough southern guys, but their actual work was buying up Oil Leases and they were much more engaging one-on-one than they sort of radiated at breakfast, being quiet and smiling. Cary was a little shorter than I was, solid build, greyish-brown hair and beard, big smile. Bruce was more outgoing, just a little bit taller than me, and more dirty-blond hair, very hairy arms and fur bursting up around his neck. We talked a mile a minute as they drove the truck to the lake, and when we got to a slip, I helped them back into the water, and off we sped. It was slightly early, and coolish by the lake, but the moment we hit the sunshine, I took my shirt off and enjoyed some "quality tanning time" I said, as we all laughed. We went to some remoter part of the lake, waving at people as we buzzed past, and finally going up a small finger of the lake, we ended up settling down and out came the fishing poles and we set up to fish, and set back to wait, talking. Cary and Bruce talked about going out with their Dads, how wonderful it all was, and I echoed them but mentioned it was also a great time for my Dad to get away from my Mom with a half-gallon of Jack Daniels. Both guys laughed, and said I wasn't the only one with a Dad like that. One of the times out with my Dad in a rented boat, we went across the lake and ended up at a house from a friend of his. Another effect of the TVA was to create many, many small lakefront resorts. I didn't realize it at the time, but this house was where my Dad routinely went to (by road) to play poker and all sorts of things. The guy with the house, I'll call him Randy, seemed quite rich – the house had all sorts of amazing things – pinball machines, a VCR and something I didn't know at the time was a U-Matic (huge video tapes), bars, pooltable, lots of sort of grown-up toys. Dad and I got off the boat mid-afternoon, I was just in a bathing suit, and went up to the house where Randy met us, lots of hand-shaking and laughing. Randy smoothly parked me in the TV room, and he and Dad went off somewhere. I looked through the collection, and was surprised to see "Boys in the Band", and put it on to watch. Cary and Bruce laughed and said, "Sounds like fun! Does it get more interesting?" "Oh Boy!" I answered, and went on. Thirty minutes into the movie, Randy came back in the video room with two glasses of whiskey, and sat with me, "Well don't you just look like your Daddy too!" he said, which I thought at the time was an odd comment. "I brought a whisky for you," he said, "Like that?" I looked at it, thinking of my Dad, "No thanks Sir." "I have better videos son," he said, laughing, and popped out "The Boys in the Band", and popped in another. I watched him – Randy was not bad looking, he had cool 70's glasses, though I kept thinking something was missing – facial hair. He punched buttons on the machine, and it whirred and zipped, and there was a stack of machinery next to the TV – back when you had a "Hi Fi" and a rack of amplifiers. The film started somewhere randomly in the middle, and from what I recall, it was a woman in a dark room, naked, some other women stroking her. Hmm! Got my interest. Where there were naked women, there were naked men, in my experience with pornography at that point. "Oh Lord, I know where this is going!" Cary said, laughing along with Randy. "How old were you Joe?" They said, and I said "Probably 17" - "Prime Chicken!" Randy laughed. I continued on with what I remembered from "The Green Door" Randy told me it was, and I said a tall guy came into view on the video, skinny, Afro hair and a necklace of teeth. He had on white tights, and a big beautiful brownish red cock. Randy and Cary sat with open mouth, leaning forward when one of the fishing lines was tugged. I grabbed it, and found that I had caught a nice Bass. Randy put a clip on its gills through the mouth and dumped it back in the water, and I took my shirt of, as did the two Dads. As we sat back down, Cary took a piss off the side of the boat, and then shucked his shorts off, his very white furry ass standing out like a flag for a moment, and quickly put on a pair of Speedos, and adjusted himself turning around – wet piss spot in the blue cloth. Randy asked "OK Buddy, then what!" and Randy sat beside him. "Well, you know, I remember only that sometime after that the woman was in a kind of swing, the black guy either fucking her, or had his cock in her mouth, and two other guys with blond hair were either side of her getting their cocks stroked. Randy said, "Are you OK with a black man like that?" Which I also thought was a very strange thing to say, "Uh, yeah?" I answered, somewhat confused. Remember, this was the deep south with a video of a tall man with fake African Tribal looks having sex with a woman that could have stepped out of a corn farm in Iowa, but to me it was all wonderful. I blurted out, "Look at those hard cocks!" thinking that was the thing to say, and Randy sucked in his breath, and leaned forward, putting his hand on my bare leg. I popped a boner instantly, and didn't know how to hide it, so I put both my hands over my crotch, between my legs, and told him his hand felt warm. "Would you like to see more cocks!"? Randy said, eyes glittering. I was so excited I couldn't think straight. He carefully rewound the video, "I'm sorry, you always have to rewind these," he said, and I realized how delicate his motions and voice were. Randy sat back down and another film started randomly in the middle, and he cursed under his breath, and on it were two guys – one had an absolutely ginormous cock, and the other was muscular, bearded, with part of his beard white on one side – Randy told me it was called "Black Velvet" and it looked that way, you couldn't see the background or what they were lying on. "I hate that you are there in your bathing suit, and I'm all dressed," Randy said, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was the hairiest man I'd ever seen – he shaved his neck down to his collarbone, but immediately after that was dark curly fur, all over his chest, down his sides, and back. "I look like an animal," he said, almost sadly, and in a moment he was sitting in his underwear beside me. "Uh, my Dad is here!" I whispered, and Randy leaned over in a funny voice, "Your Dad wouldn't be BOTHERED at all seeing this." Ice ran though my veins and I decided not to ask anything further, and Randy sat back in the couch, and I could see he had a bit of a potbelly, and a hardon. Back on the boat, Cary whistled. Randy had his hand in Cary's crotch, stroking the speedos, and Cary finally said, "Randy, why don't you get comfortable. Joe, you too!" and we looked around the lake for a moment, and I carefully slid my pants off, my long cock bouncing up a little bit. "You and Randy, sheee-it!" Cary said, and I saw Randy's long cock come into view – while his chest and arms were furry, dirty-blond, his crotch hair was fairly thin, making his cock look long. Both the guys leaned back on the gunwale, sliding hips forward, and their cocks swaying slightly. "Randy's hand slid up my leg, and I thought I was going to jump out of my skin, but I was watching the big-dick guy on camera push the muscleman down. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed his cock into the muscleman, and I for the life of me couldn't figure out how that was possible. Randy's hand slid further up my leg and brushed against my bathing suit, and he gently pushed me back, mesmerized by the guy pushing what looked like an arm in the muscleman. I really liked the bearded muscleman, who also had a beautiful cock. Randy's fingers curled down into my bathing suit, and touched my cock. I looked down at his furry hand, and he pulled my cock out, and it sprang up. "OH!" Randy gasped, and got on his knees in front of me, staring at my cock as he squeezed the base. The head got very red and shiny, and I had a hard time going back and forth watching him squeeze and play with my cock, with my Dad in the other room, and the two men on the screen. Randy kept squeezing my cock, pushing his thumb on the base, and a little precum came out of it, oozing slowly, and he said "Did it!" under his breath, still squeezing me. I looked at it, and wanted that precum on my cock bad, and to Randy's surprise, leaned down and licked it off my own cock. I thought the guy was going to have a stroke. "All boys can suck their cocks can't they!" Randy and Cary laughed, stroking their cocks openly now to my story. I gripped mine and came over to sit by them on the side of the boat, and squeezed my cock at the base until the head was purple and shiny. "See," I said, and they stared down at me starting to stroke my cock. I took a very loose grip, and stroked from the bottom to the tip, slowly turning my hand in a screwing motion around the rim of the top, and they remarked on watching my balls churn in their sac. "Randy was speechless," I said, and after I licked the salty precum, he sat there kind of groaning and whining, holding my cock. He started stroking me, but I was slightly sweaty, and it was a rough stroke. He ran over to the cabinet where the hardcore porn was playing and got a bottle of something out of the drawer, and a towel, and came back, pushing the towel up between my legs. Hooking his hand on my bathing suit, he pulled it straight down to my feet in one motion, and I heard a sound in the other room, where my Dad was. I almost jumped off the couch, but Randy said "Shhh," and I heard it was my Dad snoring, probably drunk passed out. Randy put some of the cream from the bottle on his hands, and looked at me, and squeezed the head of my cock, then slid his hand down to the base, squeezing my cock again to look at the cockhead getting purple. Holding the cock, he squeezed down from the tip to the bottom again, and I thought I was going to cum. I reached out, and touched his bald head, and then the fur on his chest, my hand exploded with sensation. Randy kind of crawled forward between my legs, his furry arms now rubbing my inner thigh, and with both hands started stroking my cock up and down like he was churning butter. "That feel good Honey?" he said, stroking thoroughly, and I grunted, sliding my hips forward slightly. Randy then started playing just with the head of my cock, squeezing it between his fingers like a watermelon seed, having it pop out over and over as I grunted and jerked, then put his hands together, fingers interlocked, my cock in-between, and started moving up and down again stroking it with a very firm grip. It was amazing, I don't know how I didn't cum immediately, but it was so good. I looked up, and the smaller guy with the big cock was really slamming it in the muscleman, who was shaking his head back and forth in ecstasy on the film, and I was glued to close-ups of the big cock while Randy milked mine for all he was worth. On the boat, Randy and Cary had squirted suntan oil on their cocks, and had positioned me between them, and were stroking my cock together as they stroked theirs, and we were all grunting as I tried to continue the story. "Oh you are such a big boy!" Randy said, continuing with both hands on my cock, and then "Don't mind me!" and standing up, peeled off his jockey shorts. His fat cut cock popped out in a big bush, and a moment later he was back between my legs, stroking my teenage cock while he stroked his, grunting and gasping. "Mister," I said, "It feels dry." Randy looked at me with the most curious expression, and then looked at the cock again, very closely. At that, he brought his mouth closer to my cock, looking up, "I'll make it wet," he said, and then licked my cockhead. After all the jacking and the guys on screen, that felt hot but soft, and then Randy licked the cockhead again. Then he made his mouth into a tube, and sucked the head of my cock in, following with the shaft. The sensation was fantastic, little electric currents all along the shaft, and I felt the head of my cock sliding along something that was magic – probably the roof of his mouth. He backed away from it, very slowly, and then coughed for a second, apologizing. He wiped his nose, then looking at me again, "Can I make a call?" I thought, what is that? Randy carefully wiped his hands on the towel, and then standing up, ran to the other side of the rec room. He called someone, but all I heard was a "NOW!" and then "Another hour or two." Then he set the phone down, and came over again, staring at my cock. "That's a big one Joe, just." And he caught himself. I felt ice in my veins again, and I said "just like," and Randy looked at me, face visibly pale, "like your," and I answered "Dad". "Who did he call?!" Cary said, stroking gently in the sun. At that moment, a boat passed us, and we kind of waved, hoping they didn't get near, and they didn't. I slid forward in the seat, my cock now pointing up, and put their hands back on it. "Randy kept on going again," I said. He kneeled down again and was sucking me, long strokes with his hand on the shaft, and I became gradually incoherent from the sensation. He kept stopping to look at my cock closely, and I felt his breath on it. He took a drink, and I heard a door open and close somewhere. A moment later Randy looked up, and there was an amazing man – just like from the film, Big Afro, a bit skinny, and dressed in what I recall at the time was a "leisure suit." "Oh man, Oh man oh man," He said quickly, and took his jacked off. I wanted to crawl under the table, but the man came over and put his hand on my shoulder, and put his hand out "I'm Vernon," he said, and I uncomfortably reached out to shake it while Randy sucked on my cock, which seemed very wrong, and very exciting. On the boat at this point, Cary got a life preserver out, and put it in front of me, and kneeled down, and began slurping on my cock. "Oh Fuck!" Cary said as I grunted, "He's not going to finish!" Cary pulled Randy back, and they continued to stroke my cock now more slowly, stopping frequently to edge me on like crazy. "Vernon's chest was so shiny," I recalled, his skin like a mirror, and it was so amazing – hairless, though he had a big black beard. He unzipped some boots, took off the bell-bottom trousers, and a moment later was in a jockstrap, bulging out. He stepped over to me and Randy, and swayed his hips making the big bulge flop around, "Go on son, feel that black meat." I reached up instantly, and squeezed his cock, getting a groan from him, and slowly peeled the edge of the strap down. His cock seemed rolled up a bit in the jockstrap, and popped out, hanging heavily for a moment, a bright shiny maroon head slowly plumping up as his cock hardened. Randy looked up, pausing his sucking again, and I realized he was not going to let me cum. Vernon stepped up on the couch, and crouched down slightly, his cock right in my face and he moved his hips again lasciviously to make it sway in my face. It hit my lips, and I opened my mouth, the next time it swayed by, I opened wide and it stuck in my mouth. The head was hot and rubbery, and Vernon said "Hell Yeah!" crouching slightly to slide the cock further in my mouth. He pulled out again, and held it down, "Look at that big dick son!" and I noticed it was smooth, not veiny like mine, a perfect cylinder. Vernon let it go and it bounced up again, and he pushed it in my mouth, and I sucked on it as hard as I could until I felt it press against the back of my throat. I leaned further back against the couch, and Vernon crouched forward, hands now on the back of the couch. I leaned further back, but the cock kept pushing into my mouth until finally I was trapped, and pushing with his hips, little thrusting motions, I felt the cock pop into my throat. I gagged for a second, and Vernon instantly pulled out. Randy had stopped sucking and jacking me, so I sat breathing hard when Vernon wiped his cock back over my face, and I had to open up. I heard a snort from the room where my Dad was, and we all froze, then the snoring sound came back again. Randy slapped my leg, and told me to stand up for a moment. I think he felt ignored, and at that moment, he crawled back up on the couch, and lay down on the towels, and rubbed his asshole. Vernon stood beside me, "Honey, that's a big cock for a boy!" he said, and stroked me, as I stroked him – I had the overwhelming sensation I wanted to run off somewhere with Vernon – he was so handsome. Randy said, "Joe, fuck me now!" and put his hands on his knees, and pulled his legs back. Vernon pushed me towards the couch, and patiently got me on my knees, holding and squeezing my cock, and pushed it up against Randy's hairy hole. He pushed it in! I thought my hips were going out of control, I thrust hard, and almost uncontrollably as Randy cried out, "OW!" and I thought my Father was going to come in. Randy grabbed my arms and held me still while he got used to my cock, while Vernon wetted his finger and teasingly stroked my asshole, around and around in circles. Randy let my arms go, and I slowly fucked into him again, while Vernon got in front of me and put one foot up on the couch back. He pulled my head to his cock, and rubbing it on my lips, but didn't let it in my mouth. He slowly pulled me down on it, my mouth open, and Randy was under me getting pummeled and fucked, and kept telling me I was too big, hold back. He was jacking off like crazy. The three of us became locked in a rhythmic fuck, Vernon in my throat with every few strokes, and I got used to it, while Randy jacked off, groaning and, pushing back at me now and then. Cary and Bruce were grunting at this point, as I described the feeling of Vernon's cock in my throat, stretching and pushing into it while I felt Randy's hot ass literally sucking at my cock, when Bruce burst out "Shi-shi-shiiiiiiittttttt!" and at that, leaned back and a burst of cum shot up over his furry belly while he squeezed his cock, arm rock-still. He shot over and over now, sitting there, gasping until it was over, while holding my cock – Cary was stroking the tip. Bruce kind of sagged back, and I continued, Cary stopping jacking my cock to focus on his for a moment. "Randy started whining loudly, and I thought my Dad had to hear it!" I continued. Randy suddenly started jacking off very hard, and I looked down to see white ropes of sperm flying all over the place as Randy stared at me, eyebrows in a furrow, lips pushed out. His eyes rolled back up into his head, and he shuddered on the couch, and pushed at me suddenly, "Joe Joe, get it out!" and at that, he wriggled backwards from my cock, leaving me there with Vernon in my mouth. Randy laughed, wiping his face from sweat, and jumped up suddenly very careful with his couch, wiping down every particle of cum he could see as Vernon and I stood by. My balls were actually hurting, which I said, and Vernon and Randy both laughed and said, "Blue Balls." I didn't know what to do, it was very uncomfortable, but Randy got another towel, put it on the couch and ran around the room fussing over things, naked. Vernon and I sat down, and he kissed me, stroking my cock as I did his, his very pink tongue licking my lips, pushing into my mouth, and then kissing my eyes, my nose, my ears. Randy suddenly banged at the VCR and started rewinding it, and walked out of the room, and Vernon and I got back to necking, then Vernon surprised me. He took the bottle of cream off the table, and scooted up to me, creaming my cock. Then, lifting a leg up, he said, "I don't normally do this Joe, but I gotta get some of that." He rubbed the cream on his asshole, then pushed a long middle finger into his hole, in and out as he stroked my cock. At that, he stood up then slowly sat down on my cock, pushing it up in his asshole. My god, that was better than Randy's sucking, a hot gripping feeling on my cock from tip to base. My mind was melting, then it got better. Vernon started squatting and lifting up, sliding my cock in and out of his hole, grunting, telling me I "Hit the spot!" and really fucking himself down on my while he stroked his own cock. Randy came back in, wearing a bathing suit, and stared at Vernon fucking himself on me. He looked surprised, and came over, crouching down, and looking very closely at my cock going into Vernon's asshole. "He's only a teenager," Randy said, and Vernon grunted, pulling on his balls. "Can you imagine? He's already as big as his Dad." Vernon said, "I know!" and I realized I was going to cum any second. Randy started playing with my balls, and licking them along with Vernon's balls, and at that Vernon started squeezing my cock, and I thought it was going numb! What was this session I was in! "The old squeeze trick" Cary said, jacking off furiously now, "Did you shoot!" "BOY DID I TRY!" I said – Vernon was squeezing my cock now at the base with his anus, very hard, and I felt an orgasm wash over me. I lost control of my voice, and began yelling a loud "AHHHH!" not thinking about anything, and felt my crotch exploding, but the squeeze on my cock was so intense. I felt shaking all over and started sweating, and wheat felt like an eternity later, Vernon relaxed and slid up on my cock. The sensation was mind-blowingly intense now, and he started bouncing up and down more, when Randy ran away, and got a mirror for me, and held it up to my cock in Vernon's asshole. I was still plunging in and out, but now each stroke was like it's own mini-orgasm, and every hair on my body felt like it was standing on end. Randy then put the mirror away, and got more cream and spread it on my cock in Vernon's asshole, then ran off again. Vernon was now bouncing up and down on my like crazy, and I was out of control of my body, mutely absorbing all the sex washing over me like being in paradise. Vernon slowly pulled off my cock then, saying "I can't handle that much more big boy," and stood over me on the couch. Randy ran back in the room with a big artificial cock, and put it on the table, then ran back out. He was manic. Vernon stood, squatting in front of me again, and pushed his cock against my mouth. It felt familiar now, I enjoyed the spongy head sliding along my tongue, then up against the roof of my mouth I sucked on it, suddenly tasting precum, and he now flexed his hips pushing in and out of my throat easily, sending chills all over my body. I grabbed my cock, and felt it for a second realizing I still felt vaguely like I was cumming, and started stroking. I had to cum again immediately! I had an overwhelming urge to shoot, while Vernon choked me on his cock, and both sensations became blended until my whole body was being fucked on his beautiful cock as I stroked. Then Vernon stopped, and started shaking, bawling out and flexing his ass, when suddenly I felt something shooting in my throat while Vernon wailed. I was shocked, and instantly began shooting myself, something about the cum and cock in my throat pressing all my buttons. Whatever cum had not pulsed out of my cock earlier, it did then and I came in buckets, as did Vernon who slowly pulled out of my mouth, filing it to the brim. I swallowed hungrily, and sucked more and more cum out while he continued ejaculating, until finally he stopped, sagging against me, and then laughing, fell into the couch. Randy took the fake cock and ran back out of the room, while Vernon kissed and snuggled with me for a moment, and Randy came back in, "Hey!" he said, and tapped his wrist like there was a watch there. I burped, tasting Vernon's cum. Vernon had his long snaky arms around me kissing me and squeezing, but got up and put his white jockstrap back on. Randy put a video tape in the machine, and a moment later, yet another porn movie started, but with women again. I watched it, barely keeping away for some reason, when I heard an "OH MY GOD!" from behind the couch, and there was my Dad, disheveled, and grinning, eyes bloodshot. "Do NOT tell your Mother about this he said," barely glancing at Vernon, and Randy. He took my arm and pulled me off the couch, and I noticed he stank a little of alcohol. I grabbed my bathing suit, and put it on quickly. We marched back to the boat, and we got on, and I was worried he would fall into the water. Cary laughed bitterly as I said that, "Yeah, I know that ending." We both sat there with big hardons now, and I said, "You know, I've got blue balls again." Cary grinned at me, and kneeling down on the life preserver Randy left, looked up and slurped my cock in and started sucking it voraciously long strokes from tip to base, jacking himself off. "Get that big daddy dick baby," I said, thrusting my hips at him, "Lots of hot creamy sperm for you in a minute." Cary looked startled at the language, and excited, "Nothing like a white hot load of spunk Daddy, you know how good it tastes, shooting down your throat while you're swallowing. Even Bruce looked startled, and sort of relaxed back, stroking his soft cock, and I continued on goading Cary to get my load, and then I said, "Just like Dad did!" and that did it – Cary started shaking, and let my cock go for a second, and the hot thick spatters of cum I heard hit the boat as I pushed his rapacious mouth back on my cock, while I stroked it. I squeezed and shook his neck, leaning forward, and said, "Here's that daddy gravy!" and began shooting my load in his mouth while he sucked and swallowed it grunting and whining like a pig. —— 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.