Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 17:09:04 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Timberfell Stories: Biltmore

Timberfell Stories

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 One of the interesting things about Nolan – he was a decorator in
Arkansas, but by training was a musician – was our common experience at
"band camp" and we talked about our instruments – Nolan was brass, I was a
woodwind. The other thing about Nolan that he noticed was that we looked a
lot alike, like brothers, maybe 10 years apart or so. Both had that blond
hair, his was buzz cut, my beard was white shot with blond and grey, his
was grey and blond. Both had blue eyes, and our European/German background
showed through. He was thick built, I was quite muscular, and while he was
a little shorter, it would be easy to confuse us for being relatives. We
laughed about it, and talking something about our dysfunctional families,
we drove up into Biltmore Estate, and I negotiated parking, and we started
through the grounds to the main house.

If you've not been there, it's worth it – from the extra cute sort of lodge
house from stones at the beginning all the way to the "Estate" in quotation
marks. It's been featured in a lot of movies, and while somehow just
strange (not as strange as San Simeon in California) it's just kind of
breathtaking considering there is no history of the need of the kind of
Castle styling in the US, lacking royalty, fiefdoms, serfs, and the like to
make it all work. Nolan cleverly had a camera and sketchpad, and we walked
through the house, with him taking notes. I loved the sort of "Orangerie"
or winter garden in the center, and along with lots of ladies of a certain
age, we wandered through the interior. There really was quite a bit of
magnificent art. Unfortunately, I'm not a lover of Louis Quinze interiors,
and it just all looked like an overgrown version of what my Grandmother
considered quality.

We wandered through the building from wing to wing, and suddenly I realized
we had spent quite some time there, and Nolan's sketchbook was rapidly
filling. We went into another wing of the house, and ended up in a
fantastic room with a pool table, and a place to sit for a moment. There
was a young guy, who looked like a guard, in a suit that was slightly too
small, who stared at me, he was very handsome, but young – he had combed
and oiled his hair, and had a light beard, trying to look very 19th
century, or 21st century hipster. Nolan pointed him out. "He's about to
fall over." "Wouldn't want that!" I said, and I promptly walked over to
him. He reeled back, and I wonder if I smelled of fuck, but then I realized
it was just muscles – the polo shirt I had on just didn't really work, and
was so tight across the chest, and my arms felt like they had rubber bands
around them.

It didn't help I also probably reeked of fuck. "Do you work here?" I asked,
and did my patented touch, on his wrist. It was really like being a psychic
reader, the way I had a rush of feeling about him – he was local, just out
of high school. I was the biggest guy he had ever seen, looked like a
football player probably, or – no – I looked like some dad guy from a
reality show he had been jacking off too, but not able to talk about. He
had brothers, was always a bit put in his place but very loved. I flexed my
right pec, so it bounced under the shirt when I withdrew my arm, and it
really looks obscene. The guy was speechless, and Nolan was grinning so
wide watching the show I thought his face would crack. I flexed both of my
tits, bounce bounce, one after the other, and I whispered, "You like that?"
in a stage whisper, and Nolan pressed his lips together to keep from
bawling out laughing.

The kid watched my chest, and I held out my right arm, and tensed all the
muscles, making a big vein on my bicep pop out. "Looks like a big ol' cock,
don't" I said in a completely fake folksy way. "My brother likes it," I
whispered, and the kid turned absolutely white. I held out both my arms
palms up, muscles flexed, showing both huge triceps and biceps, veins,
shoulders, and chest. "Go on, touch it. Just us guys here," I whispered,
feeling like a Devil on his shoulder. "Go onnnnnnnn..." I hummed, Nolan's
mouth open in astonishment. The boy reached up, hand out, lowered, touched
my bicep and I flexed and bounced it in his hand. His hips swayed, and I
from his open mouth came an "ah uh uh." "Look how deep it goes," I said,
and took his hand – he was paralyzed, I suddenly thought of "Awakenings",
and took his forefinger, and pressed it between my pecs.

The pique fabric bowed in, then the depression he left slowly bowed out. I
took his finger and then traced it over the vein in my left bicep, and he
started coming to, staring at me in shock. "We're in the bachelor pad,
ain't we son?" I asked. "You know Mr. Vanderbilt, he had some special
tastes... Working class men... the ones who tended to the forest, and the mills
in the village." Nolan sat down near us, and just looked back and forth, in
astonishment. The boy nodded, "Can't you see him," I said, "taking them to
the Bachelor wing? Smoking a cigar, giving them a little too much Brandy,"
looking at the bar. "He looked at their homespun, and their honest-work
muscles... Mine aren't honest" I whispered, "Bloated. Like my cock. And my
brother's cock. Fat, obscene big dick. Big dick, long, and thick, dripping
with precum cum. You know what precum is son?"

Nolan sat closer, and the boy was really hypnotized. My voice was very low
and soothing now, "You know, when you jerk off watching American Chopper.
Daddy muscle. Your cock drips and you whip it up, like foam, as hard as you
jerk." The boy's cheeks flamed red, "Jerking hard as you wonder what it
would feel like to touch that muscle dad," and I moved closer to him, and
took his hand again, putting it on my chest, flexing, "Feeling that hairy
daddy dick, you know how you wanted it." He looked like he was going to cry
suddenly, face contorted, "How, how did you..." I intoned, "It's ok Sport,
Daddy's here, you can touch him all you want, and Daddy's brother, get it
all out." I pulled his hand down from my chest, and pulled it around my
waist, when suddenly he leapt into my arms, "I, I don't know what, How," he
stuttered, and "Ain't there some special rooms here in the bachelor pad
son?"

He looked at me with huge eyes, "I can hear your mind turning, two Dad's,
muscle dad of your dreams, watching a Dad and an Uncle together, Nolan come
here." I said, and Nolan stood, almost as hypnotized. "Ever seen your
brothers kiss, like this?" and I leaned over to Nolan, pulling the Boy's
shoulder towards us and touched Nolan's lips, then parted mine, pressed up
to his and pushed my tongue in, rolling my head slightly sideways, a deep
tongue kiss, gripping his thick body, and then feeling his big cone-shaped
cock in his khaki trousers. I broke away, Nolan gasping, "Seen our brothers
do that son? Come here, feel it," and I pulled him together with myself and
Noland and kissed Nolan again, passionately with the boy's mouth inches
away from ours, the broke away, "But it's not safe like that, is it son,
where's the bachelor pad, take Daddy Joe and Uncle Nolan on a private tour,
and I'll show you what Mr. Vanderbilt saw.

What's your name Son?" and he stuttered "Eddy", and said "Well Eddy, how
about that," and squeezed his arm through his uniform, and put his hand on
Nolan's cock. "How about that?" I repeated and Nolan started to object, and
I winked at him and he just stared. I put my hand on Eddy's neck, pushed my
thumb at the corner of his mouth, and pushed him onto my left bicep rubbing
his mouth. "Make your mouth Dad's muscle washcloth." Nolan finally
interjected – "We're in Biltmore House, for god sake!" "Makes it sweeter
doesn't it. More transgressive." I looked at Eddy. "Improper. Forbidden.
What Mr. Vanderbilt liked Eddy. Where are the hidden rooms." Eddy gasped,
as did Nolan, and I added, "It's my family lore. My great grandfather was a
special friend."

My spell was coming off Eddy, and he looked confused, so I took his hand
and put it up my shirt, and squeezed it between my pecs. "C'mon Eddy," I
whispered, "Show me what the men in my family have known about for such a
long time. The panel that pivots. The rooms no woman has seen. The
cocksucking chair he had made. The bathroom in the closet. The mirrors. And
I show you what your great-great grandfather and mine both saw. Eddy
walked, as though possessed, and opened a small wall box, and turned a
lever. The wall beside the fireplace swiveled, and we crossed the
threshold. There was a musty smell of old wood, and stale air, not unlike a
sex bookstore. Eddy closed the panel, and we walked down the hallway to a
small room, where, exactly as I said, there were some comfortable chairs, a
window, bookcases and some well-appointed art, and mirrors all around.

I could tell where the wash-up closet was. "See Eddy," I said, sitting in
the chair – it was too low, almost modern. I stood up, and said, "Eddy,
look what happens when you sit down. He was in the center of a parabola,
all the mirrors subtly focused right in front of him, he had a 360-degree
view. I walked over to the entry door, and shutting it, turned the lock,
which made a big click. Nolan was sketching furiously. I pulled my shirt
off and Eddy gasped, 360-degree view of my big muscular body, "See Eddy,
nothing natural." And I flexed and flexed my back for him, traps popping
up, shoulders, I was glad I worked my rear delts so much – finally could
see the balance. "Eddy, Vanderbilt sat there, and my Great-Grandfather
stood right there... No..." I pulled Eddy up, pretending I was in a trance.
"Nolan sit there, and sketch."

Eddy stood beside me and I went through some standard 19th-century artistic
poses, "Draw, Nolan, what Vanderbilt did. Pose me Eddy!" and with that, he
rubbed his hands on my body, squeezing my muscles as I went from "Dying
Gaul" to Lacoφn and his sons, to the Farnese Hercules – which he had to do
stripping off my clothes. "Eddy, look, have you seen a statue with a cock
like this?" And put his hand on it. I pulled Nolan up, who looked unhappy,
but had given up. I sat Eddy down, "Watch Eddy, see, two brothers, and
Nolan and I kissed, intimately, and I slowly pulled Nolan's shirt off. He
had a broad chest, muscular but with a layer of fat, and shirtless, we
looked even more alike. Eddy was completely white, then I slowly pulled
Nolan's khakis down, and his fat conical cock popped out, very lightly
furred, just like mine.

"Eddy, come here. See what Vanderbilt saw, sitting there. Brothers kissing,
touching, workingmen. I kissed Nolan and rubbed his magnificent fat cock,
and Nolan pulled on mine. Eddy was frantically squeezing his trousers, and
I pulled him up, stark naked in front of him. If you had a telescope and
looked at the right window, you would have seen me looking like a statue in
the upper floor. I took Eddy's clothes off – beautiful fur, in ringlets
over his body, shallow chest, very flat belly, "Oh Eddy, you've got to
exercise." I pulled his boots off as Nolan sketched, and finally pulled
everything off but the underwear. Sitting in the chair, I said, "Come here
Eddy, meet the spirit of Vanderbilt. I stroked his very furry body gently,
his ass, and sides of his legs.

Then I put my hand behind his head again, and rubbed his open mouth along
my legs, flexing the muscles, down to my calves, and back up my sides, over
my deltoids, then down my arms, back into my chest. Sitting Eddy naked in
the chair, he had an absolutely perfectly formed cock, not yet fully hard –
nervous - uncut, and completely untrimmed curly pubic hair. He sat there
after me, the seat warm, and I pulled his face into my chest, "To suckle
from Zeus himself, as Poseidon stood by with his writing tablet, look at
his tool. Getting my grandfather drunk, from the woods, and naked in his
private chambers." At that, I put three fingers into Eddy's mouth, pushing
into his throat to stimulate his drool, which I scooped up and rubbed on my
cock. Then Nolan's cock.

"George loved cock from his best friends, and there you sit on the suck
throne as the men stood in front of him, arm and arm, with George watching
the room, carefully jacking off. You know how they jacked off back then
Eddy?" I asked, still rubbing his face and mouth on my muscles, Pulling
Eddy up, I took hold of Eddy's cock which was now hard, and sticking out
perfectly straight and hard. I put my hand palm down on to of his cock, and
stroked to the end with the thumb under, rubbing the sensitive frenulum.
"Feel that Eddy, European cock manner, I do believe." I pulled Nolan over
and sat him in the chair, kissing him, and then I pushed Eddy back into
Nolan's arms. "Noland, hold our Eddy up!" I said, and lifted one of Eddy's
legs over the chair arm. "Daddy," Eddy finally said, "What, what's gonna..."
"The Boy speaks!" I said, then leaned down.

I lifted Eddy's other leg over a chair, and Nolan obligingly put his arms
around the furry Eddy, then I whispered. "Eddy, we're going to push that
wonderfully fat cock into your ass son, trust Daddy," and I nuzzled my
beard against his neck, and Noland said, "He's trembling." "Eddy, I won't
do anything that will hurt, don't worry." Eddy looked at me, as I stroked
him under his chin, and scratched where his beard met his neck, tracing the
edge with my fingernail. "Now lean back and enjoy, Boy", I said, crouching.
I licked my finger, and touched his asshole, and he jumped, but not far –
Nolan was squeezing him, and feeling all through his fur, and with his legs
spread uncomfortably, he couldn't really vault. "What a furry asshole," I
said, tapping it, hearing Eddy sigh, and Nolan kissing his back loudly.

I licked my finger more, and rubbed around his asshole with one hand, and
squeezed Nolan's fat cock with the other. It was really so fat at the base,
I wondered how Smith had gotten down on it earlier, but where there's a
will there's a fuck. I slowly pushed my finger into his hole, and I heard
Eddy grunt, "It's the gate to Heaven, as Vanderbilt told my great great
grandfather Eddy," and I pushed just the tip of my little finger in, making
a screwing motion. Nolan had found Eddy's prominent slightly soft nipples
in his fur, and Eddy gasped. "Ahh, you like that Eddy Boy?" I stood up,
rubbing my dripping cock on his furry belly, and helped Nolan grasp and
twist Eddy's nipples, then reached down, and slid my middle finger, just
the tip, into Eddy's furry ass.

"It's almost lunchtime, Eddy," then I crouched, and putting my hands under
his upper leg, lifted slightly, with Nolan holding him, placing his asshole
right against my mouth. It felt hot, and very tight as I pushed my tongue
in it, and Eddy grunted, and I whispered "Daddy's here with Uncle Nolan,
everything's all right!" Nolan's hands dipped down and he felt Eddy's cock
in front of me, and I stood to whisper at his ear, reaching down to stroke
his tight hole, "Ever had two brothers play with you Eddy, our Dad found us
doing it one day, he got very angry. But I like to take care of my brother.
You have two Daddy's today Eddy!" and at that, I pushed my middle finger
into his hole, first knuckle. "Squeeze him Nolan, I've got to get that hole
ready for your prick, your prong, your big fat cock!" and Eddy grunted,
Nolan squeezing with one arm, jacking with the other.

I bent down, lifting Eddy again, and licked his hole, tickling it as I
stroked a finger in and out, and Eddy whined and whimpered. Nolan started
whispering to him, squeezing for emphasis as I continued to stroke and lick
his hole, slowly, every so slowly opening it up. I slid the middle finger
of my other hand to touch his ass, then slowly pushed in the tip. Eddy
struggled for a second, whispering "Daddy, it's too much!" to Nolan, but
that didn't stop me from pushing in the tight ring. Eddy struggled again,
but – like Boys do – stopped when he realized he was being controlled
completely. I looked up at him, and he stared down, his hair starting to
become deranged from careful combing and greasing he had done, and I pushed
both fingers in as far as I could.

Eddy gasped out and began to complain, and I said "Shhh, wouldn't want
anyone to hear now would we!" Eddy sucked his lower lip in, beard fluffing
and I started shoving my hands up and down, very slowly, pausing to lick
the fingers. "Nolan," I said, "would you perchance have one of those nice
little packets handy?" Nolan, somewhat muffled, and jacking Eddy steadily,
said, "My trousers." I backed off of Eddy, who looked relieved, and getting
a packed of lube out of Eddy's khakis, came over and rubbed my cock again
against Eddy's belly, leaning over to push my chest in his face while I
finally tore the silvery packet open. I got my fingers wet in front of
Eddy's face, and then bent back down to my task, the boy's hairy hole how
looking slightly puffy and abused.

I pushed my forefinger and middle finger up in him now, hooking around in
his rectum as he wriggled in Nolan's arm, Nolan still whispering to him. I
pressed hard against his prostate, it was surprisingly large, and he gasped
and choked, and precum shot out all over Nolan's hand. I realized I was
remiss, and leaned forward, and licked Noland's fingers, then sucked the
tip of Eddy's cock – not too big, not too small, just a little too big.
Eddy relaxed again, his asshole was now well abused, and I started to push
a third finger into him, and he just took it, shaking and grunting. I
looked up, and he looked exhausted, and abused in Nolan's arms, just right.
I gently lowered him back down, and as he sat more upright, I began talking
again. "Look at that Eddy, in the mirrors, the crouching Hercules at your
fuckhole, the hands of Ursus wrapping your body."

Nolan's cock was sliding up along Eddy's furry crack, and I said "I do
believe you're ready Eddy!" and lifted his legs gently, pushing back, and
pulled Nolan's foreskin down, exposing his small, bright coral cockhead.
Small, in the relative sense, since the base of his cock was as big around
as a winebottle. I positioned the missile at Eddy's hairy hole, then pushed
the wet, precum-streaming head into the hole. Eddy sighed, it had to be
more comfortable than my three fingers. I let him sit there, balanced on
his legs, and began sucking his cock as Nolan started pushing down on Eddy
very carefully. I stopped, looking at Eddy, and then pulled down on each of
his balls, massaging the orbs in the sack. Leaning down, I popped his shiny
cockhead in my mouth, and sucking, got a slight shot of very salty precum.

I pressed his head to the roof of my mouth, and still massaging his balls,
slid the head back and forth, fitting perfectly in the groove in my mouth,
and then licked his shaft with my tongue. Nolan pushed Eddy down a little
big more, and I reached up to feel Nolan's cock. I slid my hand up, and
felt that just the head was in, completely in, and Nolan clearly having
experience with guys trying to take his huge cock, was infinitely patient.
I rubbed Eddy's asshole with my fingertips, gently tickling what flesh that
wasn't stretched obscenely, and continued sucking his cock now more
forcefully. I pressed my lips together hard, and shook my head, the rim of
his cock being overstimulated, and put my arms out sliding along the inside
of his thighs with my hands, stretching him further out until I had his
furry calves in my hand. I flexed my back and I was satisfied as Eddy
gasped, watching all my back muscles flare out.

I pushed my face further and harder into Eddy's crotch until my mouth was
at the base. Eddy cried out gently, "Nooo," spontaneously, and I
immediately felt his hole, and realized that Nolan was now stretching him
beyond my three-finger exercise. Nolan then flexed his hips, and Eddy
bounced slightly, gasping and catching his breath, then Nolan flexed again.
Eddy's asshole was bouncing up and down on just Nolan's cockhead, sliding
in and out, literally popping, and my hands slid back together, then
feeling Eddy's hairy balls. I pulled them down again, thumb and forefinger
around the base of the ball sack, and pulled hard, literally pulling him
onto Nolan's cock by the balls, and Eddy struggled vainly for a second,
"It's hurting!" he gasped finally, and Nolan whispered more.

"Don't' worry" I said, looking up, "It'll feel good, just wait." I pulled
on his balls again, wondering how often he had had sex – I wasn't the first
at his asshole, I felt it with his hole, but Nolan's fat cock was in a
class by itself. I rubbed my thumb along the sensitive underside of his
cock, slowly, back and forth, hypnotically. I knew he would become more and
more sensitized, and looking up, his nipples were very distended as Nolan
squeezed, pulling them out between his fingers. Then I felt it. Eddy's hips
flexed, and he grunted. Nolan had hit some spot, and even though Eddy was
clearly in pain, something was changing inside him, and I smelled his body
odor, he was sweating and his cock was throbbing. "Eddy, you feel what my
great great grandfather felt, that big cock up in his tiny asshole?" and
Eddy looked down at me shocked. "Tiny fuckhole Eddy, drunk from Vanderbilt,
and screwed in his hole!"

I pushed down on Eddy's thighs, and Eddy suddenly slid another inch onto
Nolan's cock, and yelled out loud! "Goodness Son!" I said, wondering
faintly if anyone could hear. Nolan kept pushing and bearing down on Eddy,
then lifting Eddy up bounced him on his cock lightly. Eddy's eyes rolled
back up into his head as I watched his face, and I thought he was going to
faint. Nolan got a good position with his legs spread and began thrusting
gently up into Eddy, as I milked Eddy's cock, pausing to suck and milk it,
waiting for him to become close. I didn't have to wait long, Eddy started
gasping, so I simply pulled on his balls hard, down into Nolan's upward
thrust, and the shock, and perhaps pain, was so much his mouth flew open,
and his balls, and cock relaxed. "Wha-wha,uhhhh!" Eddy grunted, and I
massaged his balls with the palm of my hand, "It's ok Boy, you were just
close."

Nolan had a nice fuck going into Eddy, albeit only an inch or so in, and I
began jacking Eddy again, "We're going to take you on a ride Son, close,
then far away, then closer again." At that, Nolan began fucking Eddy more
in earnest, his sizeable cock literally pushing Eddy up, and every time
Eddy became close, his balls were my tool to pull him back down. Eddy
stared at me in the mirror, then in the face, when after some time passed,
I was worried, and leaned over. "Eddy, are you Ok, not too far?" Eddy
looked at me with the most blissful expression, "Daddy, I never want it to
stop..." I leaned over "Nolan, I think you made your Son happy!" Eddy was
bouncing further and further down the cock, and I began kissing him,
pulling him over as he gripped my muscles, shaking and moaning.

I whispered, "Now you know what Daddy fuck feels like, like it Son?" "Yes,
Daddy." Eddy said, grinning blearily, bouncing up and down now. "You have
all of that thick Uncle Nolan cock, you know that." Eddy nodded, and
holding onto me he continued bouncing. "I want you Daddies so bad..." I
hugged him, pushing him up and down on the cock as Eddy continued groaning,
and my own cock was absolutely throbbing, feeling somewhat left out to this
time. I felt Eddy's cock, and he gasped, and I realized he was absolutely
on the edge, stroking was like cumming for him. I touched him again,
stroking as he gasped and shuddered. He was in that magic spot where his
prostate was practically crushed flat by Nolan's thick short cock, and
every sexual nerve was firing with each movement.

Eddy was still gazing in the mirrors around the room, "Eddy, I wish you
were free the weekend, there are a hundred Daddies coming to Timberfell." I
grinned "Methinks you can feel like you are now, all day, every day Son,
wouldn't old Vanderbilt love that!" Eddy's mouth was open, and his eyes
were glassy, and I pulled Eddy forward, until he was horizontal, hands on
my hips, and my cock bouncing in his face. "Not just two brothers, like us,
but Dads, their sons, naked all day fucking..." Eddy was incoherent, so I
pushed his mouth on my cock, and he made a loud slurping sound as he began
whining. Nolan was grinning at me over Eddy's furry back, winking, and
mouthed "You are so bad." I realized that his fat cock was now grinding
straight up into Eddy's prostate and bladder, which kept Eddy breathless
and almost unconscious with sex delirium.

Eddy whined out loudly, and again I wondered if anyone could hear, and I
pushed my cock further into his mouth. I was ready to cum, to be honest, so
excited by the situation, and Eddy clamped down perfectly. He had sucked
cock before. I slid it in his grasping, sucking mouth, feeling the urgency
when suddenly there was a loud rap on the door. We all froze, and I held
Eddy's mouth on my cock and someone said "Is everything OK?" then a moment
later, I heard another door knock, further down, the hall, someone saying
"Is everything OK? I don't think it came from here Chris, I think it came
from a floor down..." and the voices trailed off. I slowly began sliding my
cock in and out of Eddy's mouth again. I pulled out to the tip, and Eddy
leaned forward sucking as hard as he could, trying to get back in his
mouth, and I pushed in his lips again, feeling the wet hot mouth wrap
around.

"Son, that feels beautiful!" I said, and Eddy nodded his head, and I felt
his tongue make a tube for my cock to slide in. I pushed further in, and
further, until I was sitting against his throat, feeling his saliva
literally now drooling down my balls, Nolan groaning. I leaned down and
whispered, "Want to come back with us to Timberfell honey?" Eddy became
rigid. "Meet all those Daddies?" I then flexed my hips slightly, and pushed
my cock harder against his throat. I felt him tense up again, and Nolan
groaned, "Fuck, he's gonna make my cock numb!" and I tapped Eddy on the
head, "Here it goes sport." I flexed and pushed in, and he choked on my,
vibrating. The nice thing about gagging, is your whole body goes crazy, and
his hole opened up bigtime, trying to push Nolan out, but of course, the
main effect was for Nolan to go deeper.

I thought the Boy was going to completely pass out, so I pulled out of his
throat to let him gasp, then back in and out. He looked up, eyes streaming,
face bright red, so I fucked into his throat again, and this time no
gagging, just bliss on his face. "Are you ready for Daddy's milk Son?" And
Eddy nodded, so I slowed way down, feeling his mouth slurping hard, his wet
tongue all over the shaft and head as I pulled out for a second, head and
body bobbing from Nolan grunting to shove his fat cock in and out like a
fist. "Here it comes Boy, nice Daddy milk, you want it in your mouth?" Eddy
nodded, "You want it in your throat?" Eddy nodded, and at that, I held my
cock in his sucking lips just at the right spot, feeling my cum boiling up.

"Daddy's squirting Eddy," I grunted, whispering in a deep deep voice,
feeling a hot jet of cum shoot into his mouth. Eddy bucked for a moment,
then sucked, swallowing, and more small jets of cum shot into his tight
sucking mouth, and Nolan growled again "Fuck, He's milking my cock now, I
can't last Joe!" His groaning, and uncontrollable twitching started getting
more crazy, his slightly thick body jiggling crazily. With what shred of my
mind I had left in the middle of orgasm, I pushed my cock into Eddy's
throat, and started spewing more squirts straight into his belly. Eddy was
going crazy, somewhere between gagging and trying to swallow, frantic now,
and with a huge gasp, I pulled out – my cock was too sensitive. I quickly
pushed Eddy back up, straight up, now Nolan was wailing, "I'm fucking
Coming Daddy!" he barked out, and I stroked Eddy's cock.

Eddy twitched and jerked, so I crouched down, and sucked the head of his
cock in. Eddy groaned out loudly, so I sucked harder. "Oh, OH OHHHH!" he
kept wailing, and I felt a gush of cum in my mouth. Eddy looked down in
shock, and then Nolan yelled "FUCKING THAT BOY HOLE!" and slammed up into
Eddy, knocking his cock almost out of my mouth. I continued sucking,
gushers of cum filling, and I gulped down, stroking his shaft while Nolan
slammed into him making really awful squishing sounds, slurping, like I've
never heard out of an asshole. The three of us were heaving now, oceans of
cum gushing around, absolutely wonderful. Nolan's thrusting hips gradually
quieted down, but I continued sucking on Eddy, way after his cumming was
over. "DADDY, AAUUUGGGG!" Eddy bawled, way beyond his sensitive point.

Nolan held his arms suddenly, and I continued sucking as Nolan's softening
cock kept his asshole open, until Eddy's trembling and shaking continued
after I let his beautiful cock go, and I sat crouched, my hands on Nolan's
knees, and we all paused a moment. Eddy looked at me, "I want to come with
you Daddies! PLEASE!" He begged, and he slowly slid off Nolan's big
fireplug. I heard a shocking "sloop" sound as his hole was unplugged, and
there he stood, slightly skinny, furry, trembling, carefully combed hair
completely lost. Noland slowly stood, and we squeezed Eddy between us, and
we nibbled his ears. "You sure it's not a problem here son?" Eddy nodded
and said he could take some time off, and Noland and I winked at each
other.

"I can't believe..." Eddy began, staring at us, "Brothers like you, it's, I,
I, I... can't believe..." and at that we squeezed him again, and we all started
trying to get clothes on. I asked Nolan how we would get him back to
Asheville, and Nolan said he and Smith would be more than happy to drive
him back, and negotiations were complete. Eddy kept staring at my body, but
(thankfully) he also stared at Nolan, and then threw his arms around him,
"Daddy, please can we do that again this weekend?" Nolan was grinning from
ear to ear, and whispered and cooed at Eddy, who kissed him and they were
totally in love in front of me. I thought it was wonderful. Slowly, slowly
we opened the door to the Vanderbilt Bachelor chamber, which was stinking
from fuck and cum, and Eddy snuck us back out, to the surprise of a crowd
of people in the Billiard room.

Eddy was a mess, and tried to get his hair in place, but to no avail. He
quickly got us to the main grounds, and then disappearing into the bathroom
for a moment, came back out – same too-small suit as before, but hair
slicked back, and took us to lunch. Eddy and Nolan were completely
mesmerized by each other – I loved the contrast between Eddy's black-brown
beard and Nolan's pale blond, and after we quickly downed the meal, I
shuffled the guys off to the car, and Nolan and Eddy got in the back seat
together, and started necking. I had 90 minutes of those two practically
down each other's throats kissing, having truckers honk as they went by –
remember, I was in a convertible.

When we got back up to the mountain pass, I looked over across the highway
to the rest area, but couldn't see if Smith and his buddies were still
there – it was across the road, and lots of trucks were congregated, so
somehow I felt that Smith had given out a secret message, or the truckers
earlier had. I can only imagine how wet and sweaty everyone was by this
time. At Timberfell, there were quite a few more RV's and tents set up as
we drove through the main gate, and Eddy was just speechless seeing all the
Daddy types walking around. "I'm in Paradise!" He said as I let them off at
Nolan and Smith's Annex room, driving back to the main Lodge. My god, was
Eddy in for non-stop Daddy!


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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.