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Ascent: Chapter 5 Lone Pine
/ January 24, 2016

My ears popped. As I drove from Lee Vining south, I realized the elevation was changing, a bit of a relief. My throat was still raw from a combination of Joshua’s cock, probably snoring, the dryness, and I had been drinking water like crazy and sucking on lemon candy to keep my mouth and throat wet, and it felt much better. I heading south with a tiny bit of dread, and some anticipation. Along the 395 was Manzanar, which has some connections to my family which doesn’t need to be elaborated here, but seeing an interment camp for US citizens who happened to be of Japanese ancestry, well it’s enough give me a sick feeling, but needs to be seen. Not everything in California is fluffy, golden, beautiful and magic. I was on my way to Lone Pine, and planned on a visit with an old friend from Los Angeles, Daddy Ray. Ray had retired from film decades before, and bought an old hotel in Lone Pine where he could be surrounded by all the settings from all the old Western movies, TV shows, and even current movies – he had a big cowboy thing going. I got to the…

Descent: Chapter 4 Fresno
/ January 24, 2016

I got up the next morning, and still couldn’t quite believe the spectacle from that night at the Adult Theatre. Cleaning up, I got hard again thinking of the furry Granddad-Dad-Son event, and wondered how James’s ass felt – though if he could take his Dad’s thick long cock, the rest would be easy. I jacked off a little bit, hard thinking about it, but wanted to get on with driving up to Fresno, I was hoping I’d meet my old buddy Aram. I was out of clean black clothes unfortunately, and put on a grey skintight teeshirt, which left nothing of my physique to the imagination. As I exited the hotel, there were John, and James – James working in the office part of the hotel on something, and John, squeezing his crotch looking at me. He barreled out of the check-in area and gave me a big hug, wishing me the best, and John zoomed out, looking somewhat shocked. I leaned over to him, “Like the muscle Dad, buddy?” He coughed, and squeezed my arm, then my crotch, squeezing his grandfather also. Grandpa James leaned over and backed up, “Not this early!” he laughed, and I chatted for…

Coast: Chapter 4 San Simeon
/ January 24, 2016

Today was San Simeon Day. Ahead of me I had a few hour drive south along the spectacular Pacific Coast Highway through Big Sur, then some sort of tour through Hearst Castle. This morning however, I had some work to do. I sent a message to Aziz (from Muscle Ranch – see the stories) down in LA, hoping he would be in, to talk for a bit today. I also sent a note to an old friend of mine in San Luis Obispo saying I would be driving through in a few days, and could I take him out to dinner. I called Felix, who I knew would call me anyway, and found I had woken him up! I told him I wouldn’t bother him, but he told me he had woken up hard – he’s evil. There was a  good wireless network in the hotel, so I put him on faceTime, and to the sounds of his grunting, I took a shower for him, then carefully dried off and put on body lotion while slowly jacking off. I flexed my muscles carefully on camera, showing Felix all parts of my deltoids, then from the side, I flexed my traps,…

Road Trip Texas 2: Chapter 10 Lubbock
/ January 22, 2016

The thing about getting to bed early is that you get up early. I lay in bed at 5am thinking “I’m turning into an early riser!” like a lot of the guys I met in Texas, so I got up and started to get organized to drive down to Lubbock. For some crazy reason, I thought it was going to be a 3-hour drive down through the prairie, and I’d arrive around noon, but it was half the time, and I got in to the city in the morning because I started out so early. Lubbock is a peaceful small town in the middle of a million acres of cotton, and as I drove around I wondered what to do. I didn’t feel like farming cotton that day. In Lubbock, I came across a farmer’s market, and decided I’d be able to get stuff for lunch, and could find out about a park to eat it in. I wandered around the market, usual collection of cheeses (Austin), honey, backyard flowers, breads, cured meats, and then a tomato stand. Not the usual tomatoes, but big juicy ripe tomatoes, red, orange, yellow, that looked like they were absolutely going to explode. A…

Road Trip Texas 1: Chapter 11 Chappel Hill
/ January 22, 2016

I was exhilarated and slightly numb from the gym AND wrestling I had in Port Arthur, and content to tune my radio to Sirius XM 70’s music and glide along the 10 Freeway which stretches from Florida to California. It was late afternoon in East Texas, so of course it poured rain for a half hour at some point, but I was determined to make it to a wonderful ranch up north of Houston, and have a five-star dinner; I called ahead, but being summer, it was absolutely no problem to get a seating, not a lot of people want to wander around in 90-degree evening weather. I was sore! Wrestling isn’t bodybuilding, and I had muscles hurting I didn’t even know I had. I had been to the ranch resort a few years back for a business dinner, and the head of the dining wing of the place was a very sexy bear, and we stared at each other like crazy, but I was not in the situation where anything could happen. I ended up arriving kind of at sunset, passed by farmer pickups and truckers as I pulled off the main road, which was beautiful in the Hill…

Examination: Chapter 3 Skinny
/ January 21, 2016

Early in the morning I heard an alarm, and a curse, and Doc got up and I felt a kiss as he left. It was still dark at Muscle Ranch – I was used to people getting up early in Texas but this seemed Very early. I fell back asleep immediately, and as dawn light came in, I woke again, and smelled cum. Well, no surprise! I burped and smiled to myself, and cleaned up in the bathroom. It was Saturday, and I expected to see quite a few more people at breakfast that morning, it was Buddy Weekend after all. I looked in at Idris who was playing away on his keyboard that morning, in his own word with his headphones on. I tapped on the keyboard, and pointed at my wrist indicating time, and Idris nodded and said too loudly “I’ll come along soon Joe.” I walked out and along the trails to the main chow place, and sure enough, lots of guys. More than a few guys walked along with me, asking if I was ok. “Absolutely” I said, but I did note my voice was deeper than usual. Abuse. I got a big breakfast tray, and…

Volume: Chapter 5 Limit
/ January 21, 2016

I was ravenous at lunch at Muscle Ranch, and found myself sitting with a bunch of Muscle Otters. At Muscle Ranch, mostly for bodybuilders who are not dieting – off season they call it – they let go, no shaving, no body shaving, and enjoying all the food they can pack in. Some guys are hard gainers, and with their bodies starting to fill in with fur, and their physiques, you’d have to call them otters. My mind was still rattled by Dick and his cock for the moment, and his Dad who was bigger, but we all got involved in talk about posing – my weak spot. A couple of the guys volunteered to have a posing class the next day, which I looked forward to. I felt a tiny bit sunburnt, and headed back to my cabin for a mid-afternoon nap before my workout, looking around realizing it was really pretty there. I think most of the guys who were going to be at Muscle Ranch had arrived, some newcomers still shy about going commando around the camp, you’d see them walking in shorts, but I think within a day they didn’t give a shit. I got being…

Beach: Chapter 2 – Ventura
/ January 21, 2016

I began the hour drive from Santa Barbara to Ventura, enjoying the beautiful California coastline along the way, and trying to talk with Felix, his normal morning call, in a convertible. I stopped in Carpinteria, and chatted, Felix wanted to know what my cultural insight of the day was. “Well,” I began “You know the phrase ‘All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music’?” “Sure, from Pater, the art critic,” Felix answered. “You know you look a little like him,” I said, seeing what response I’d get. “I’ll have to get back to you on that one!” Felix laughed. “Well, if art is the expression of all human thought…” I continued, pausing. Felix said, “Ok, I’m where this is going…”. I continued: “And music is the food of love…” Felix responded instantly, “You’ve proven that all we think about is sex.” I laughed, and said “I love talking to a quick study.” And at that, Felix said, “I’m nervous about asking how the day went.” “So,” I began, “I ended up picking up a musician, then some bikers at a reggae concert, and smoking pot later and having free love at a hundred-acre estate in Montecito before playing Prokofiev…