Date: Sun, 15 Nov 2015 23:11:03 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: Road Trip Texas: Pine Spring Road Trip Texas: Volume 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 woke up that morning (slept in a bit late) in my Motel, and thought my next destination, El Paso, was much larger than Odessa, and maybe I needed a break from lots of people to clear my head. I was still enormously amused by the fake Stonehenge. I decided I wanted to go hiking. Instead of heading west on the I-10, I headed up a bit, and after breakfast in a cute town called "Kermit" (how can you resist) along with getting a lot of water and some easy to carry food, and a small insulated bag. Apparently I was not the only hiker to go through the area. I drove on up to Pine Springs, to spend a day hiking in the Guadeloupe Mountains. You know, even though it was July, with the elevation once I got there (though extremely dry) it wasn't searing hot. I realized I was not going to stay there – there were no hotels as such – and I nosed around the nature center, and decided to try what seemed like an easy trail, the "Devil's Hall". There was one person at the nature center, and other than that, nothing, one car. Absolutely nothing. I was prepared for great day alone. I started along the trail, which was absolutely beautiful, and pretty easy. I carried along my gym bag – emptied, but for a few bottles of water and lunch, and some shorts. As I went along the trail – there are stunning layers and layers of rock, reminding me a bit of the Grand Canyon, but arrange like stairsteps. Since there were no people around, and being in a canyon it wasn't too bad for sunshine I took off my clothes, and put them in my little bag, and put on my short-shorts. I continued hiking along the trail, listening to the echo of my walking, and the spring (yes, Pine Spring was realistically named), and wind. When I was a kid, I grew up in the Appalachian mountain area, and I took a lot of hikes in East Tennessee to get away from my crazy family, and being 12-13 at the time, I also took advantage of being alone to jack off surrounded by nature. I find the outdoors very sexy. It was a wonderful day, and after a while, I actually hit the end of the trail, which had snaked along the spring. I sat on the strange rock formations by the spring, and ate my tuna salad sandwiches, wondering if I should drink the spring water, but decided against. I remember a sign "water is for the animals". Oh, slightly sleepy after food, and I thought again of hiking when I was a kid, and I kid you not, I got a hardon. I hadn't jacked off by myself for a long, long time in such a situation, and I got excited. I listened to make sure there was no sound of walking, and then took my shorts off. My cock popped out, and I took a hard look at it. I'm cut, but they didn't do a good job, so some people think I'm uncut, others think I'm cut, and there is a tiny "tag" of flesh if I push the skin up towards the tip, that looks swollen. I liked my finger and ran it around the rim of my cock, which drives me crazy. It was an exciting, almost unpleasant electric sensation, then I let my fingernail just trace under the rim, along the very-sensitive flesh, what's left covered by my partial circumcision. I then wet my finger again, and stroked just under the tip of my cock, where all the curves meat, just under the pisshole, and shivered – all the hair on my legs and arms stood on end, making me look a bit like a blond woolly ape. I continued stroking right there, my cock getting redder and harder, blood pumping into the head getting it very plump and darker pink. I started stroking along the shaft, from near my balls, to the tip, very slowly, almost excruciatingly, enjoying every moment in the warm breeze, in the shade of the canyon wall. I took my fingers and held onto the tip, pushing down and pulling back and rotating them, just playing with the head and my cock starting to lubricate itself with the precum a bit, which I smeared over the head. I held my four fingers together like holding a lightbulb, and pushed further down the head on the shaft, stroking along the whole length now like a fleshlight, sort of. Slowly, slowly, with more breezes playing over my cock and balls, my legs, and slightly sunburnt (still) shoulders. I actually felt my nipples crinkle a bit as I continued stroking, now just holding my hand palm up, gently stroking the length of the shaft hand-open along the bottom. I took a selfie of my cock at that point, it looked so big and juicy and swollen, something to post at some point really. I held my hand out for a moment, and with my thumb at the base of my cock, my pinky did not reach the tip, a little over 8" I think. Palm down, I stroked the top of my cock, and suddenly realized a new sensation, as my slightly rough palm touched the upper edge of my cockhead, and dragging it slightly and feeling incredible. I went on like that for minutes, enjoying alternating gently teasing the top and the bottom, then I found another new surprise. I was stroking my cock, and felt something, a bug, on my right shoulder, and reached with my left hand to swat it off. I really felt my deltoid at that moment, while I was stroking, and it felt HUGE. My pec was squeezed a bit as I reach over, also, and I felt that hard muscle pulling sensation – I have to tell you, it didn't feel like that when I was a teenager. I was actually shocked, I think I heard myself gasp. I reached down and felt my huge calves as I stroked, and flexed them in my hand, which got me very excited, and I had to sloooow down stroking. I stroked with my left hand a bit at the tip of my cock, very tiny motions as I filled my right hand with my muscles – pecs and delt, feeling my left biceps – my hand was tingling, it was so exciting to feel a huge, really huge bicep muscle in my hand, flexing. Astonishing, I had never done this in the 35 years of bodybuilding I did, feel myself up while jacking off, and it was sensational. I paused for a moment, looking at my very swollen cock, and wanted it more swollen. I paused, squeezing my muscles so my cock would stand up and not get sanded on the rock – and got a rubber cockring out of my little hiking bag (I'm always prepared). I stretched it, and got my balls through it, then sort of maneuvered my cock into it – while hard, I'm still pretty limber. It snapped tight around the base of my balls and cock, and as I licked my fingers and stroked my cock more, my shaft turned a light pinkish, then darker red, and the head of my cock swelled up even more as though I had a vacuum pump on. It was also very sensitive! I squeezed out a drop of precum and licked it up, salty, and looped my forefinger and thumb around my cock, just behind the cockhead, and began a twisting motion. Aaaugh! My right leg twitched and kicked for a moment – I'm all wired to my cock – and grunting now, I continued torturing myself. I grasped my cockshaft firmly in my hand now, super-sensitive, and continued stroking, then licked my left fingers, and spreading my thick legs, started rubbing a tiny bit against my asshole, just tickling it. Sensational, I didn't feel like pushing in, but I just traced around and around the hole with a wet finger. I continued jacking, getting slower and slower with my strokes, then just with my right first finger, wet, stroked again under the tip of my cock, which had become so sensitive and engorged with blood I could barely touch it. I jumped suddenly – there was a burst of sound through some trees, and I saw a deer walk by. If you're in a wilderness, you get wilderness. The deer saw me and ran off, as surprised as I was, and I continued stroking and jacking myself, feeling more and more pressure and tension build up in my groin. I stared at my purplish cock now, thinking it wasn't a bad cock at all, and started rubbing my muscles again with my left hand, stroking my nipples now and then. This was not going to last much longer, when I suddenly thought of sucking myself when I was a kid. I had just eaten, so I couldn't really bend over with a full stomach, but lay flat, and threw my legs up over my head as a I tried, and searing pain went through my back – don't grind your spine into a rock trying to suck yourself. Not good. I gingerly let myself down, and resumed stroking, feeling closer and closer to cumming, so I stood up, and flexed my abs, and my ass, and feeling like I was going to explode after almost an hour of stroking, I shivered and then the pressure in my groin focused in my cock, and an electric sensation of cum started in my balls and it literally felt like it shot out my cock. With my cockring on I didn't shoot a long stream, but spurted huge globs of creamy white cum into my hand as I continued with the most intense rubbing around the rim of my cock had, then along the full shaft, closing my eyes in the hot breezes to enjoy every instant of the sensations that grated through my body. Cum plopped wetly on the rock, as I realized I didn't want to stop even as my cock grew unbearably sensitive. More wet cum plopped and streamed on the rock, as my orgasm slowly, slowly subsided, and I was left holding my still-hard cock, staring at the stream and the trees, then looking down and feeling just a teeny weeny bit sleepy. My mind was blank, no plans, no obligations, just completely integrated in the landscape, and I lay back on the rock (ouch, back still bad) and found a comfortable hollow and fell asleep for a moment. Hot. My foot felt hot, and I looked down and the sun had shifted, and my right leg and foot were in the sun. I was naked, the cum crusted on my cock and hand in the dry air, so I used some of my water and washed off, and put my shorts back on. I wandered back along the trail to the main park area, and when I saw the first signs near it, I stopped to put my clothes back on. I looked at a trail map – you have to imagine, it's only the early afternoon now, and I had nowhere to stay, and I looked carefully and decided to try to get up to the top of Guadeloupe Peak. I did find some vending machines at the Nature center, and got a few more bottles of water, and used the restroom, I wasn't sure I should piss on the previous trail, but cum was not a problem. Then I started towards the Peak. Now, I'll tell you something. With big bodybuilder legs, walking for an hour is nothing, along slightly sloping, gentle, not-difficult trails that I started with. Guadeloupe Peak, about 8500feet, is not a stroll. It started out easy enough, but an hour into the walk I realized my legs were pumped. I stopped to take my clothes off and put on shorts again, and looked at my quads and calves carefully, and they were rock-hard. Like, really hard, veins were bulging. It was not a difficult hike, but I just became stiffer and stiffer, as though I had a really intense workout, and I went slower and slower unfortunately. I was also in the sun, more on this trail, so I just stopped more frequently. It occurred to me I could have been listening to music with my headset, but, you know, it was wonderful in the natural silence, and it was dead silent along this path, except for my feet crunching gravel. In the 80's I used to go hiking, when I lived in LA, up in Yosemite each spring, White Wolf lodge. Believe me there, are some good stories from that time, but even at Yosemite, most of the hikes were fairly benign. Higher and higher, more spectacular scenery, and really unpleasantly unmaintained bare rock trails that sloped down into abyssal drops. And I kept hearing more noise, but suddenly as I went over a teeny weeny bridge. This was not going to work going back down at night. Shit. I walked through what looked like an abandoned campground and then kept going up up up, until, sun at the horizon, I found a pyramid that marked the peak. Thank god! I was very nervous now about getting down, and zoomed at sunset back to the camp area, thinking what I would do. My remaining food disappeared quickly, and I heard some rocks crunch in the distance. I paid no attention. I was surrounded by some human-made piles of rock and wood, and as the wind rose a bit, I decided I was tired, I could sleep there, and go back down in the morning. My body was dead tired, and it was nearing 9pm. It was also getting windy and cooler –thank god – and I hoped it wouldn't get too cold at night, but it was July. I cleared away small rocks and simply lay on the ground, with my rolled up clothes under my head and neck, and I swear, I was asleep in that black silence in seconds. Then I was awake. I don't know how late it was, but the stars were incredible overhead, velvety against the deep black sky, and you literally saw nothing else around, and the moon what I recall as "gibbous" – you could really see the grey seas on the surface. Something was crawling on me, and I squinted and saw a scorpion sort of silhouetted against my pale skin. Well. I yelled out a "whoa" which was lost in the big country around me, and flicked him away, wondering if it was smart to be cozied up against rocks. I had to piss, and I wandered around the area a little bit wondering if there was an obvious place to do it. It felt wonderful in the dark like that, and I took off my shorts and just stood shivering a tiny bit in the cool breeze, when I heard a step. I thought, oh! And stepped back into the shadows, and I saw a guy step out into the clearing where I had been. He was well-built, shirtless, shorts on, and boots – he had a cap that I could make out an insignia on – and had a beautiful furry chest in the moonlight, sinewy muscles. And, I sighed out loud, a big beard. He looked my way sharply, and I realized I was stark naked, and my clothes were back over across the clearing. "Who's there?" He asked, walking my way. "Everything OK?" I didn't know what to do, so I said "Uh, Hold on, I went to take a piss. I'm kind of au naturel." I stepped into the moonlight. His face was in a shadow, but I saw his eyes glitter slightly. He didn't say anything, and as I got closer I saw some sort of official looking patch on his cap. He just stared at me, and I thought, this is hot, but awkward. "Um," I said, and then the wind whooshed by, over my bare skin, and I saw his fur flutter a bit, and I started getting hard. "Maybe, uh, shorts." I said, and my cock got harder and stuck out. I heard him draw in his breath, silent. Then I saw it. His cock was poking out of the leg of his shorts, hard. The wind breezed by again, and he walked towards me, and reached for my cock, squeezing it. I felt his big round cockhead poking out his shorts, and he gasped. I licked my fingers and swirled them around the edge, as I had earlier myself, and his knees buckled slightly as he grunted. I grabbed the buckle on his web belt, pulling it open, and then abruptly jerked his shorts down, dropping them on the ground – commando – and pulled him to step out – we were both naked now, only boots on, and his hardon looked immense in the light, skinny like him, and a huge untrimmed bush. He grunted again, and squeezed my cock, stroking it, and he finally said something, almost a whisper, "You fuck me?" I jacked him off more, playing with his long limber cock, "Please, sir" he whispered again, colder wind buffeting us a bit. First, I wanted to feel that cock in my throat. I crouched in front of him, and he stroked my beard and hair as I licked the tip of his cock, then started slurping it wetly, loudly, and he began "oh oh OHOH ohoh OHOH" up and down sounds. I inched the cock into my mouth, a bit in, a little bit out, more in, little out, bobbing my head – it was a beauty – until I felt the big head against my throat and skinny shaft on my tongue. I opened my throat and popped it in, as he buckled his knees again, and I lost my balance slightly, knees grinding on the stony ground. That didn't feel good. I adjusted so my knees were on his boots, and slurped on his cock more, one hand on him for balance, jacking my cock hard. "Please," he begged louder. I grabbed his hairy legs and stood straight up again, squeezing his cock as he stroked mine, and I pulled him by his cock over to a the wood/rock wind protective wall. I put my hand on his neck, and pushed him down, a tiny bit too harshly, until he was bent over, and put his hands on the wall. His feet weren't far enough apart, so I kicked them, watching his furry ass there in the moonlight, slightly skinny. I spit in my hand, and open-palmed rubbed the slime into his asshole smearing it around as he whimpered. Got the hole nice and wet, and spit on my hand a few more times, trying to work more spit in, though I was getting a dry mouth. I didn't bring my sex kit, just a cockring, which annoyed me – not always prepared. Told him to stay still, and walked over to my stuff and got a big mouthful of water, carrying it back with me. I bent down, and licked his asshole, sucking on it a bit with my mouthful of water, trying to get it warm, and then lips to his hole spewed water in his asshole as hard as I could, which startled him, "What the fuck!" but I answered, "This the fuck." And with his sloppy wet hole now, I held my cock up to the hole and pushed part of the head in. He had not had a lot of experience fucking, and was super tight. I slapped his hairy ass, "Open up for the fuck." He relaxed slightly, and I tossed caution to the rising winds, and pushed as hard as I could against him. My cockhead popped in the wet hole, and I relentlessly pushed it in his anus, deep into his rectum and then felt squashed against the other end. He literally yelled, and shivered, "Nobody here stud," I said, and he whimpered now, whispering "Fuckmefuckmefuckme" over and over as I let his ass get used to the long cock. I thrust my hips slightly, and popped into his large colon, which got an "ahhh ahhhh ouwwwww!" out of him. Holding there a moment, I slid back out halfway, and pushed back in very slowly. He bent over further, his arms crossed with his head on them, gasping as I began hammering into his hairy asshole, slap slap slapping against his cheeks. I popped in and out of his large colon, popping the far reaches of his rectum open over and over again, as he began groaning and wailing, either pain, shock, or amazing pleasure. I pulled out, and stopped, feeling the pressure of his anal muscles squeezing my cockhead and shaft, then pushed slowly in, moving my hips side to side now so I could stimulate all of his ass from the inside. I was so excited being outdoors and fucking like that on top of a mountain, I could have fucked for hours really like that if I could control my orgasm. I jammed into him, and he gave another moaning yell, then I felt him relax – almost drop frankly – and he let go a stream of piss on the rocks that splashed back up. I thought he had fainted maybe! He really was losing control with the brutal fucking I was giving, and I was soon going to lose control of my cumming. He firmed up a bit again after pissing, begging for it even harder, and I was slamming with bruising intensity now, nothing but the noise of my groin slapping against his ass. I reached down and felt his swinging cock and big, really nice balls bounce as I fucked him, and with my hand in all that fur, and I leaned over and wrapped my hands around his furry flat belly, his back fur against me. I lost it. I was hunching and fucking him so hard now, I knew I was going to cum soon, I just buried my cock to the hilt and stood here, tiny jamming motions in him as he whimpered with the deep penetration, and suddenly he gave an "OH" as I felt my cock shoot a huge stream of semen in his ass. I hunched harder, holding the back of his neck now, shaking and yelling at him as bursts of cum shot into him, his ass beginning to squeeze my cock hard, thrusting and slamming him almost down to the ground at one point. Fuck, it was a hot stunning assfuck, and even when I finished cumming, I held on to him as he shivered, slowly, slowly pulling out. With a pop, I felt I was out, and remained there, against the rocks, arms folded, gasping for a second. I pulled on his long cock again, pulling him around towards me. He was dripping precum and some residual piss, but I took his cock again in my mouth, sliding right to the base in an instant. He crouched, "s-sensitive" whispered, but I took hold of his balls, and pulled and squeezed them just a bit too hard. I was hungry, and sleepy a the same time – don't meet me like that – and as I squeezed and stroked his balls, bobbing my head on his cock, I shoved the fingers of my other hand in his ass, grinding them down on his small hard prostate, elbowing his legs further apart. But he was not going to cum that easily. I ran my lips over his fat cockhead, feeling the deep slit of the pisshole, kissing and slurping it, then pursed my lips together pushing it in until I felt my lips pop around the back of the head. I shook my head violently then, so my hard lips would rub in the sensitive ridge at the back of the cockhead, and then sticking my tongue out, pushed his cock back in my mouth, down my throat, with my tongue now against the balls I was squeezing. I started finger-fucking his asshole more forcefully, pausing to give a good rough massage to his prostate from time to time. His cock was perfect for sucking, not too big, and I could feel every inch of the hard shaft slide along my tongue. I squashed the cock head at one point against the roof of my mouth, tongue pressed up so as he slid back the pressure became more and more intense, then suddenly intense again as he popped in my throat. He loved that, and I repeated until I counted sixty strokes, his prostate hard as a rock, but still no cum! I slid my fingers out of his ass, and let his balls dangle, and putting my hands together, his cock in the middle, started rubbing them briskly in a circular motion, licking and sucking the head of his cock, he buckled, looking down startled at what I was doing, then I moved my hands to the tip of his cock doing the same on his cockhead. "uh, Nhuuy UH! STOP!" he began begging and now hand over hand sliding from this squeezed cockhead to the base, I slowly sucked the head back in my mouth, and felt his tight rigid balls for a second, then tapped them with the palm of my hand. "NO!" He barked out as I began squeeze-play on his cock again, and then I tasted it – a tiny jet of sperm. "OH NO!" he yelled even louder, and a huge burst of cum shot in my mouth, which I began to swallow, one hand on his ass pushing him deep into my cum-lubed throat. "NHAAAAAAAAA!" he screamed now, cum bursting and his cock pulsing like a crazed garden hose in my mouth and throat, wave after wave of cum as I squeezed and pulled his balls again, then to cap it off, fingers back in his ass. He just kept cumming, shaking, and yelling out to the sky, feeding me gobs of delicious sperm. I couldn't stand it, and stood up, jerking his cock out of my mouth, flipping him around, and shoved my rock hard cock back in his asshole, HARD. He yelled, almost screamed again, more cum plopping on the rocks beside his piss, and I shoved hard, impaling him as I wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling him sob and tremble. I stood there, feeling his whole ass and groin spasm now and then, more hot cum plopping out of his spent cock on the rocks, and held him, kissing the back of his neck, feeling his beard in my hands. We slowly sat down, softening cock in his ass, pulling him along with me. We were then lying on the ground side by side, my arms still wrapped around him, under the observant sky, until we both fell asleep, breezes teasing our fur to stand on end. I felt him pull away from me in the night again, but went back to sleep, and woke up alone, a bit chilly in the cold dawn light, naked and hard. My stuff was still there, no mountain man, but where we had slept, his hat had fallen off, and I didn't even notice. I drank an entire bottle of water, only half of one remaining, and my stomach was growling. I wondered if last night had even happened, but there was the wet spot on the ground, and there was the crusty cum. I wandered through the other campground, and saw where the ground was disturbed, mountain man was an early riser. I put my full clothes back on, my collection of squashed water bottles in the little bag, and his cap back on my head, headed down back to Pine Springs. I drank the water too quickly, and burped – my god it still tasted of cum! —— 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.