Date: Thu, 15 Oct 2015 00:00:27 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Chopper

City View: Washington DC Vol 2

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Chopper

I periodically try to go to gym in the morning, thinking it's a better use
of my time during the day, and I was in my DC hotel all ready to go,
getting a final cup of coffee, when a very southern looking family came to
breakfast. Mom had big cascading blond hair that looked like it had been
bleached and processed one too many times. The poor little daughters (and
Mom) had a bad case of muffin top, and the son, well, I'm not a big fan of
baseball caps worn backwards, or states rights rebel flag teeshirts. But
what was startling was the dad. Drop dead handsome. Slightly curly black
hair trimmed in a side-fade and flattop, piercing black eyes, what I call a
"Leprechaun" beard (no moustache) but incredible jawline. Beautiful tanned
arms, nice shoulders and small waist, about 5'11", and big chest. "Amen the
2nd Amendment" teeshirt. As I walked by, I thought they were going to shit
a brick, then all jumped up and Dad ran over, "Are you... Are you..."

The daughter squealed "American Chopper!" and I smiled, looking at the very
handsome Dad, "Paul Teutul? The Dad?" and they all screamed, and I said,
"Sorry. His 'stache is bigger guys." The dissipating excitement was
palpable, but Dad was hypnotized. "Aww, shit." I shook hands with him, and
the family went back to breakfast, but Dad watched me like a
hawk. Something else was going on. I sat down to breakfast, and
unfortunately somehow managed to get syrup on my hands, and it wouldn't
come off. I finished up breakfast, and took my bag and went to the
bathroom, and like a slow-motion comedy, the Dad also jumped up knocking
over coffee and juice, causing a ruckus, with waiters hovering around. I
was finishing washing my hands in the restroom when he came in. He looked
agitated, and kind of went over to wash his hands, and said "Hi", looking
in the mirror.

I wasn't sure where I wanted this to go, so I nodded at him, and he
grinned. He tried to make small talk, but was tongue tied, when I realized
that he desperately wanted to talk with me – he reminded me of a
teenager. I winked at him. I don't know why they call us "white people"
because the poor guy was anything but white at this point. Bright red, then
pink, tan, then his son popped in! He turned white, almost greenish, and I
turned, continuing to wash my hands as the boy started pissing. He
pretended to daub at the mess on his shirt when his son walked out, and I
nonchalantly took my gym notebook out, wrote "You need to talk. Joe. Room
2048. After 1pm." I folded it and handed it to him, and a look of infinite
gratitude washed over his handsome face. I patted him on the back and said,
"You can call me Daddy Joe."

I went on to the gym, and was curious how he was going to react, running my
Saturday errands, and after lunch headed to the hotel where I would catch
up with email and other writing. 1pm on the dot, the phone rang. "Hello,
this is Gaylen. We talked at breakfast Daddy Joe." What a voice! We chatted
a bit, and he somehow had ditched his wife and kids on the Old Town
Trolley, and told them he was going to the National Firearms Museum in
Fairfax, and he had to go alone because it was emotional for him. I simply
said "I'm waiting for you son." And hung up. I swear to god he must have
been outside the hotel room door, because it seemed like one second later
there was a hesitant knock. I was all pumped from my chest workout, and
just had a pair of jockey shorts on. I opened the door, and Gaylen walked
in. He looked very assured, then he looked at me slowly, and started
looking shaky, and blushed. I asked him to sit down, and poured him a glass
of water.

"I think you need to talk, don't you honey." I really pulled out all the
stops – I did grow up in the deep south, Deliverance country. "You can
say anything you want to old Daddy Joe. I am here to listen, not to
judge. You understand that?" I sat beside him on the couch – I am
completely addicted to Hotel suites with small living rooms – and held
my hand out. He put the palm of his hand in my palm, and he was sweating
like crazy. He told me he was sure I was The American Chopper Dad, and
started rambling about his Harley, and I squeezed his hand and said, "That
ain't it is it Gaylen." He looked scared. "Close your eyes, and put your
head on Papaw's shoulder." He did, and I put my arm around him. He trembled
slightly. "Why me?" I asked. "I, you, you just, it's... you smiled Papaw,
and my heart was gonna just bust." "Didn't your Papaw smile at you honey?"
"My Pa beat the shit out of me."

Time for me to gulp. What was I doing? I squeezed him, and glanced, his
eyes were shut, and his face was a mask of unhappiness. "I looked at you
and thought, I thought, I wish you were my Pa. I wish I was little and you
were my Papaw."  "C'mere Gaylen. You are a great man, Daddy Joe is sure." I
put my finger under his chin.  I whispered, "You want to give Papaw some
sugar, don't you Gaylen. You're Papaw's little Gay boy aren't you."? He
turned bone white, then flushed, eyes tearing up. "How?" And he lurched
forward, and mashed his lips on mine, and I heard a high unhappy whine come
from him. He grabbed me and gave me a crushing squeeze. "Look at Papaw." I
said. He looked up; I winked at him, and smiled. He glanced at the corners
of my eyes, and I saw him looking at how I crinkled up. "I'll be the Papaw
you always wanted, this afternoon. That ok?"

He sighed, and slid his head down, laying it in my lap as I stroked him and
he told me all the things he wanted a Dad to be. "Gaylen, come here with
me." As I got up and walked towards the bathroom. I grabbed a wooden chair
and nodded at him, "Come on!" and in the bathroom, turned on the hot water
in the sink. He shyly came in, and sat down, and I got a washcloth boiling
hot, and washed my face, and held it against the beard on my neck. "Help
Papaw!" I grinned, and handed him a mini-bottle of shave cream. He put some
on his hand, and a look of delight was on his face as he lathered up my
neck, under the beard. I handed him the razor, and he shaved his Daddy, as
he grinned like a fool. "You take care of Papaw real good now, hear?" and
he gave me a beautiful shave, and washed off my neck with a hot
cloth. "Does Daddy Joe smell from the gym?" I asked, and held my armpit up
for him to smell.

He looked incredulous, and smelled me, and blushed like crazy at the gym
sweat, and I said "Time for a shower with Papaw!" I lifted him up off the
chair and moved it out of the bathroom as he stood. I turned on the shower,
which wasn't strictly necessary as it got hot instantly, but the bathroom
got nice and steamy. I pulled Gaylen's shirt off. He had he lightest fur
possible, a beautiful masculine chest and the start of a belly. I looked
him in the eye, and undid his belt, as we smiled at each other. He kicked
his boots off, I let the pants drop, and got on my hands and knees and took
his socks off. We were both standing in underwear, and I said, "Can't take
a shower like this honey." I put a finger under the band on his underwear
and he gritted his teeth, jaw muscle clenching, and looking at him in the
eye, I lowered myself pulling his underwear off. "Your turn son." I said,
and he did the same, looking me in the eye.

But he wavered, and looked at my cock, and his mouth dropped open. "Papaw's
got a big Hog don't he?" I said, laughing, and I looked down, and said
"Like father like son!" I took his hand and pulled him into the hot shower,
and handed him soap. He started rubbing it on me, and I took his hands, and
said "that feels good, but if you get a big handful of suds, you can feel
Papaw's muscles!" and I showed him how to squish the soap in his hands
until he was covered with suds. He began stroking my muscles, and I lifted
my arms up for him to rub my pits. He washed my entire front chest, and
then I turned so he could do my back. I did the same for him, noticing that
he gasped as I touched his nipples. But, of course, I didn't stop a the
waist, but also washed his "Pecker" and legs, and feet. His cock was about
5" soft, but as I peeled back the foreskin and cleaned him, as he groaned,
he started getting a chubby.

"Turn around boy." I said, and then washed his furry ass, being careful to
touch his asshole. I handed the soap back to him, and he slowly started
soaping up my cock, and then my legs. My own cock started getting hard, and
then I put my hand behind his neck, and pulled him into the water, kissing
him. "That's how a Mommy and Daddy kiss Gaylen." I said, kissing him again,
as he tentatively put his tongue in my mouth. "Daddy Joe taste good?" He
held onto my biceps, not able to get his hand around, and we stood for
minutes under the shower as he explored Dad's body, groaning and whining,
and finally I felt his cock stand out hard and proud against my belly. I
shut off the shower, and stepping out of the stall got some towels, and we
dried each other off, and I handed him his underwear as I put mine back on.

He looked confused, and we went back into the living area, and I sat him on
the couch again, arm around him. I whispered "Come give Daddy some more
sugar, Daddy loves his little Gay boy." His face almost collapsed hearing
that, and he kissed me, fully enjoying the moment, "Daddy Joe," he
whispered, gulping back tears, "You really do like your little Gay boy..."
I took his face, "Gaylen, you are wonderful. Any Dad would love you." You
know, I was probably twisting the knife a bit hard, but he seemed very
happy, and I held him and rocked him for a while, stroking his broad back,
whispering to him things only a Dad should say. Taking his hand again, I
led him into the bedroom, which was really crossing the Rubicon, or a point
of no return. I looked at him, "Do you want to play with Daddy's big muscle
body?" Gaylen was breathing hard, and then said "More than anything Papaw."
And then gulped again.

We got into bed, and he was stiff as a board, incredibly nervous. I held
his hand, and talked to him in a calm low voice, talking about camping in
the south, being around big hairy southern men, and how my Uncle took me to
a still to drink moonshine the first time when I was 14. He relaxed slowly,
and I turned to him, and said, "Gaylen, look at me." He turned, and I said
"I bet you can't get your hands around Papaw's arm." He looked startled at
this departure, and I held my arm up, and flexed it. He said "I sure as
hell can't it ain't that big..." and he tried, and to his surprise he could
go all the way around if I didn't flex it. He held up his arm, and I did
the same. "Look at my calf." I declared, lifting my leg up. My calves are
really big. He put his hands around it, feeling the hairy muscle as I
flexed, and he groaned slightly. "Do Papaw a favor Gaylen," I said,
somewhat pushily, and I made him hold out his hands, filled them with lube
and asked him to massage Papaw's chest.

He began to do so, feeling the thick slabs of beef that were still slightly
pumped. His mouth was open, and he was in absolute rapture feeling them,
then my shoulders and traps, as he had in the shower. I then filled my
hands with lube, and pushing him down, did the same with him, pausing
around his nipples. As I worked deeper into his tissue, I moved, and then
pinching his nipples slightly, rubbed them hard between my thumb and
forefinger. His boner popped right up as he gasped and arched his back. I
kept one hand on his nipple, and with my other hand, glided down over his
puppy belly to his cock, and with a greasy hand touched just the tip, the
stroked to the base. There it was. I took Gaylen's hand and put it on my
cock, and in moments, we were jacking each other off, and he turned to kiss
me again. We nudged ourselves closer and closer, kissing harder and jacking
off more and more intensely as I lost myself in the moment with this
wonderfully sexy man.

He pulled back and gasped "Papaw" and closed his eyes, but never stopping
jacking off my cock. "Papaw, I wanted your peepee so bad, I wanted you to
touch me and kiss me and..." so I promptly touched and kissed him, "Like
that?" Gaylen surprised me by looking very uncomfortable, and he jumped up
out of bed. Leaving me there, he ran into the bathroom, shutting the
door. I was nonplussed until I heard him retching into the toilet. My god,
I hoped I was doing the right thing. This guy was a bundle of nerves. I
heard the sink go on, then another round of retching, the sink, then
moments passed. He came back out, red-faced, and sank into bed, and
snuggled with me. He looked up, and said "Kiss me Papaw, I want it all
please." Gaylen sighed and wriggled even closer to me, but I rotated around
slightly and began kissing under his chin, his clavicle, between his pecs,
and slowly slid through the light fur to his waist, then popped the head of
his nice uncut cock in my mouth, not sucking too hard.

He immediately barked out a kind of high whine, and went slightly soft, and
he trembled as I continued. I circled under the foreskin which was very
tight – his cockhead was nice and wide – and then licking further
down, gently sucked in each of his balls as he stroked my head muttering. I
moved back up his body again, and instead of finding him stiff and nervous,
he practically crawled into my arms, kissing me, and begging me to give him
sugar. We necked and kissed, jacking each other off, and I rolled on top of
him, squeezing him against the bed. He trembled and whispered "Papaw I love
you!" and I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing, and telling him how much
I loved my little Gay boy. I squeezed harder and harder as he gasped,
weakly putting his arms around me. Rolling back off, I got on my knees
between his legs, facing him, and put our cocks together, jacking and
squeezing them, flexing my chest, biceps and deltoids as he watched,
bug-eyed.

I looked down and saw his wrinkled ball sack, which previously had been
very loose with nice big balls, but was tightening up more and more. "You
have Daddy Gravy, don't you Gaylen?" I asked, grinning mischievously. He
gripped my wrists as I jacked us off, saying "No Pa, not so hard, pa!" and
a moment later he was bucking under me, jets of cum shooting up in an arc
all over his belly and chest. His face crumpled up in a frown, looking
almost like he was going to burst into tears as his eyes rolled up and he
gurgled and grunted, shaking. I slowly let his cock go, and he released his
iron grip on me, and curling up beside him pulled his head onto my chest,
hugging him as he shivered, tiny mini-orgasms flowing over his body
still. I thought he would nod off like so many guys do, but he suddenly
became a kiss monster, all over me, hungry for touch, for hugs, for
affection from Daddy Joe.

I literally picked up this big man and put him on my body, wrapping him in
a bear hug as I nibbled his ear, legs in a wrestling hold around his and
squeezed and played with him while gently fucking my own cock against his
body. I flipped him back over again, now on top of him, all my bulk
squashing him into the bed, and sliding down and on my knees again, began
jacking us off with two hands, still posing and flexing my muscles. He was
completely hard, and in the excitement of the moment, smelling all the cum
and seeing this incredibly beautiful man under me, I found that I was ready
to cum! I squirted a small jet up over his belly, which shocked him. I
watched his face, then our eyes locked, and I realized the excitement he
was feeling having Pa cream all over his belly. Another few thick gobs of
cum which I managed to aim onto his own cock shot out as he looked, amazed,
and I immediately wiped over his cock.

I then finished my orgasm by giving his cock a deep cum lube while I
continued to jack him off more. I could have played with him for hours like
that! I needed a rest however, and fell to bed beside him, and he pulled me
over, my head on his chest, and he stroked my beard and lips talking to his
Papaw in a quiet voice. I almost dozed off listening to his voice, but was
aware of the time constraint on us – I didn't know how long he had sent
his family off. He squeezed me more and more, rubbing his cock against me –
still hard – and I rolled over and began kissing him and talking how
much Papaw loved, and was proud of the man he became. I then scooted to the
edge of the bed, feet on the floor, and told him to sit on Papaw's lap. He
looked hesitant, at my hardening cock, but I told him to not worry, sit on
my knees.

He walked up to me, hand on my shoulder, and looked deep into my eyes,
sitting on my knees, and I immediately took his cum-crusted cock and shot a
few gobs of lube on it. I spread my legs to spread his, and began bouncing
him up and down on my knees, telling him to "Ride on Daddy!" he grinned,
and was amazed that I could bounce him (testament to my huge calves with a
200+ pound man), and his cock began swinging around crazily. I continued
bouncing him, noticing him slide more towards me, and I continued my Papaw
rap with him, and spread his legs further, and reached under between his
legs to pull on his balls. He gasped a bit – I believe every damn thing
I did was completely new to him – and then put his hand on his cock to
jack off. We began chanting Papaw/boy talk back and forth, my deepest
southern accent coming out as we both jacked off, and then I told him I
wanted to see if he was a clean boy.

I carefully and laboriously licked my middle finger, showing him how wet it
was with saliva, and while bouncing him, reached under his legs, brushing
his balls, and as his eyes got big, I bounced him even harder, which made
him laugh "whoops-a-daisy!" I kept laughing with him as he slid back and
forth on my knees, and I touched his hot little asshole with my
finger. "Whoops-a-daisy!" I said as he grunted up, and then landed again
touching my finger, which rotated around his hole. "Whoopsie!" I continued,
my hand traveling up with him now, rubbing his hole as he jacked off,
open-mouthed. I continued bouncing him, tickling his side with my left hand
while I tickled his asshole with my right, and I pushed just the tip in his
anus, very gently. He grunted, and stopped laughing for a moment, and
giggled a bit more, so I continued bouncing him on my knees, then pulling
my hand out, told him to hug Papaw, and I'd make him feel very special.

He leaned over, cock falling against mine, and he put his arms around my
shoulders. "Papaw, you're too big!" he said, trying to reach his hands
together. I then reached around his ass, and pulling one cheek with my left
hand, pushed my finger in again with my right, and I felt him shudder and
squeeze against me. "Daddy's just checking your shitter Gaylen, that
tickles don't it!" I said, continuing to whisper to him, as he grunted. I
began grinding my finger in further as he barked and yowled a bit,
squeezing hard, but I continued my relentless finger penetration of this
big handsome man's asshole, until I told Gaylen to turn around and grab his
ankles in front of Papaw. He stood up very reluctantly and slowly, turning
around, and then bent to grab his ankles. I had the most perfect masculine
bubble butt in front of me I'd ever seen.

Rounded, lightly furry on top, deep crispy fur in the crack, and I told him
to "stay put son" as I leaned forward, spreading his cheeks, then planted a
big slobbery kiss on his asshole, sucking on it and pushing my tongue
in. Gaylen twitched and grunted, but didn't protest as I continued rimming
his nice soapy fresh hole, and I stopped occasionally to tell him what a
nice boyhole he had for Papaw. I massaged his ass, and I felt him
convulsing slightly as I continued to kiss and play with his hole, reaching
around to massage his rock-hard cock. My hand was actually dripping in
moments with precum, and I still felt the strange convulsions when I kissed
or stroked his ass, and then I heard it. Gaylen was sobbing. "Oh honey," I
began, "I'm not going to fuck your ass or rape you," I began, "Come here."
I turned him around, and his face was the same mask of unhappiness earlier.

"Gaylen, sit back on my lap." I directed him, and he sat, resting his head
against my shoulder, as he began outright bawling. I sidled back on the
bed, and carefully rolled both of us together, still in my arms, and said
"Gaylen, tell Papaw what's the matter. It's OK." He became quieter. Then I
got the stomach-turning story. Catching Dad jacking off. The
beatings. "Don't want nobody touching my Gay boy's ass. That's my ass." The
belt. The black eyes. More. His dad did not abuse him sexually,
but... everything else but. I rocked him in my arms, and told him that it
was over. He was with another Papaw now who wanted to play nice with
him. "Give me sugar!" I told him, and he kissed me like it was the last
kiss in the world. Time passed as we were quiet together, then in a tiny
voice, "Papaw... can you... again...?"

I looked at him, this incredibly sexy man, and frowned. "Gaylen, grab your
ankles boy. You're going to get a present from Papaw." He fell off the bed
he tried so hard to hurry back over, (this was not a well-coordinated man,
from the breakfast debacle through now) but he bent back over, holding his
ankles, knees bent. I kissed the top of his ass, and then brusquely kicked
his feet further apart. Spreading his cheeks, I began rimming him again,
and he groaned an amazing bottomless groan, shivering as I sucked his
asslips hard, gently massaging his cheeks with the tips of my fingers. He
could not be ticklish as I felt the scars, but I stroked even more gently
the fur around the top of his ass, like a breeze over him, still sucking
his hole, then pulling his balls up for a licking. I took a finger, and
slowly eased it into his hole, just part of the tip, as I took each
wrinkled ball into my mouth to roll around on my tongue, back and forth as
my finger went deeper.

"Gaylen, are you ready for Papaw to show you what only a man can feel?" I
asked, and he grunted. I poured lube at the top of his butt crack, and said
"I'm not going to fuck you, but I want you to feel your man nut son." I
then took his cock with my left hand, jerking it very slowly, base to tip
and back, then slid the tip of my forefinger in his anus to the first
knuckle. "Son, listen to Papaw. Push like you're taking a shit now. Do as
Papaw says." He stopped breathing for a moment, then his asshole relaxed
the tiniest bit. I slid my forefinger in and out, then rotating it to make
his hole feel nice as I continued to jack his rock-hard cock. I slid
halfway to the second knuckle now, so I was past the anal canal slightly,
rotating my finger as I stroked in and out. This went on for minutes as I
wanted Gaylen to relax, and I spoke to him in a low voice the entire time.

Suddenly I was past the 2nd knuckle, and I felt his prostate under my
finger. "Gaylen, this is what the old doc checks. But it will feel
wonderful now with Papaw together with you, pulling your tallywhacker." I
then stroked his prostate hard, and Gaylen gasped, a high whine bursting
out, and then quick gasping breaths, another high whine, and suddenly I
felt his prostate harden instantly and I got a huge handful of cum. Gaylen
bawled out loud like a car horn, legs shaking and cum shooting all over the
place as he cried out "harder Papaw" and started backing up to me as hard
as he could. My finger shot deep inside him as he started buckling in front
of me, and groaning deeply with pleasure, and he turned looking at me with
the happiest look, like a century of Christmases were just delivered by
Daddy all at once. He was on his hands and knees now, my hand having
slipped out, and slowly he got back up, and jumped on me in the bed,
kissing me and hugging me.

He was laughing, and begging me to do it again and again, he loved it. He
reached down and jacked off my cock, begging me to touch him inside again,
with my peepee, and finally he leaned back in the bed, holding his ankles
again, legs wide open, and looked at me so happily... I got in front of
him, and slid my cock in. It was MUCH bigger than my finger, and he yowled
for a moment, but when I hit bottom, and into his colon – he was
actually enjoying a little of the pain, the stretching the hammering his
prostate, lying there begging and egging me on to fuck him harder and
deeper, begging Papaw for more and more. Well, I obliged. I fucked just the
tip in his hole, then deeper, rotating hips side to side to slosh all
around inside him. I grabbed his nipples and pinched them almost painfully,
which sent him gasping and eyes rolling in the back of his head, and like
that, I must have fucked him for a half hour, seeing what noises I could
get!

I knew, I absolutely knew he was a virgin, was getting almost painfully
fucked, but he was in heaven! He wasn't even jacking off, just was
completely into his ass and the fucking and sliding and stretching
sensation I was delivering. I could only take so much however, and as he
gasped at me, I told him to jack off and watch Papaw. I held his ankles
wide apart, flexing my back and deltoids, and he looked up at me – giant
dad, fucking his ass painfully, angry, bearded, red-faced, muscles on
muscles. I continued fucking him in that pose while he grabbed his cock,
begging Papaw to fuck him harder and harder, and finally I told him Papaw
was filling him up with his Daddy gravy, squeeze that fucking boy
ass. Gaylen began wailing and shooting cum all over like a spiraling
fountain as I began wave after wave of cum shooting in his ass, and we both
reached a chorus of grunts and groans as we worked against each other until
I felt light-headed, and kind of collapsed on him.

Whoof! My boy put his arms around me, patting my back, and then as I began
to soften up, he begged me not to pull out, squeezing my cock hard enough
for me to worry about it being nipped off! We smothered each other in
kisses, until I did pop out, and then I stood up, telling him to stay
there. I got a nice hot washcloth from the bathroom, and washed Gaylen's
ass, kissing it and stroking him, then washing his cummy cock, his belly,
and then picking him up to cuddle with me some more. "Honey," I began,
"When do you need to see your family?" He said, "I don't wanna go." I
looked at the clock and it was around 3:30, so I told him, and he said he
would meet them in the lobby at 4. "Honey, you gotta get read to go."

He looked at me, and I put a finger on his lips. "I am very happy I got to
be your Papaw today. I'll remember it a long, long time honey." He smiled,
and said, "I was right." I looked at him frowning and smiling. "I wished
you were my Pa, and you were. My wish came true Papaw." We held each other
a few more minutes, then with a huge sigh, Gaylen got up, and carefully
arranged his clothes. "Do you have any beer Papa?" He asked, which I
thought was odd, but I grabbed a bottle from the hotel fridge and opened
it. "They will smell beer on my breath. I think that's normal. Not Papaw
smell." He grinned. We hugged, and with hands on shoulders I propelled him
to the door. "Git goin son, or I'll have to kick your ass." He looked at me
and said, "I know you could never do that Papaw. That's why I'll always
love you." Whew!


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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
astexbearjoe.tumblr.com, and you may contact him directly
attexbearjoe@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.