Date: Fri, 14 Aug 2015 00:00:20 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Connect

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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*Connect*

I had a big presence on BigMuscleBears.com years back, when I was in DC a
lot, and a lot of messages – one very sexy guy was close by, in
B9148altimore; he was going to school at Johns Hopkins, shy, but felt there
was 'no chance of meeting me'. Of course there was. I arranged we'd meet at
the "Bistrot du Coin" near my hotel, on Connecticut avenue and have a
dinner. I always feel guilty when a guy has to drive so far – Johns Hopkins
was in Baltimore of course – but he leapt at the chance to meet up. I made
a set of bad decisions perhaps then. I had finished gym at Results, and
went directly to the restaurant. I didn't have a black teeshirt on which
sort of minimizes my size, but a grey one on which maximizes my size. So
when Henry (what a great name) walked in, I thought he was going to faint.

Yes, I was much bigger than my pix, yes, my eyes are very blue, but I tried
to be cheery and we both sat down. I couldn't resist calling him Hank,
which was OK, but he was much younger appearing than I expected for a
Medical Student. Lean, very much an otter (fur all over, but very even, not
thick), not tall, and absolutely nervous as hell. He had curly brown hair,
thinning, and was very handsome, dimples and a cleft chin through his light
beard. Eyes so dark brown, they were black, which hypnotizes me.
Fortunately, when I'm around a nervous guy, it's a complete turn-on for me – it
doesn't make me nervous at all. We chatted about absolutely nothing – the
weather – and the waiter came by for the order, and when I heard his
atrocious accent in English, I switched to French. And then I modulated to
Southern France.

Hank looked quite surprised. A moment later he asked me how many languages
I spoke. "Fluently," I said, "Only four." Somehow we got switched to
talking about music, and I began speaking about how Holst created a
"Shepard Tone" kind of illusion at the conclusion of "The Planets" with the
female voices in "Neptune, the Mystic". All bad choices. I should have
stuck with DC driving and the weather. Hank was flabbergasted that I was
not stupid. In fact, he was so proud of Johns Hopkins but I acted as though
it was normal to go to that kind of institute. That I didn't go "wow" or
was shocked. That I didn't become condescending to him with his age, or in
any way treat him as a "boy"... he became even more nervous that I was so
engaging, that he turned whiter and whiter.

I switched gears and told him a fun story about Riyadh, and trainers in the
"Fitness First" gym all coming up to me one by one putting their hand on my
arm and intoning "I am Ahmed" or "I am Zainul" and telling me not to ask
for any other trainers for help. For emphasis I put my hand on his arm like
the trainers did, and though Hank laughed he jumped. Then, he left the
table to go apparently throw up in the bathroom. That was a first. I
finally asked him what the matter was. He had just come out, and started
sex with men. Seen me for years. Nervous as hell about the whole situation.
I was hypnotic. I decided to throw gasoline on the fire, and leaned over
conspiratorially. "Hank, I bet your balls hurt about now. You've had a fat
hardon since you walked in, and looked at me." I leaned back and flexed my
swollen pumped tits and made them bounce.

"Dinner's almost over, and you're going to go back to my hotel with me and
explore every fantasy you've ever had with big dick and big muscles. Even
ones you are afraid to admit. You're going to cum so hard you will surprise
yourself. And you're going to have a great time." Hank was almost in a
faint, the intended effect. I can be so evil can't I! I put my hand on his
arm again, as he glanced around nervously, and I squeezed him. Then I said,
"Hank, did you see that!" He looked distracted finally, and said "No?"
"Hank, the world didn't come to an end! Nobody paid attention that I
touched your arm!" A glimmer of a grin played on him and I paid the check,
and hustled him up the street to my hotel.

First, I turned the heat up to around 80. Then, I sat him on the couch, and
he said, "Joe, I'm very nervous, uh..." I told him to relax, and sat on the
couch with him fully clothed. "Show me your fantasy." I said. Hank started
talking, and I put my finger to his lips. "No, show me." Hank looked
confused, and I put my hand behind his head, and drew him to my own face. I
kissed him very gently, and he kissed back. Something melted slightly, and
he kissed me again, and I felt his tongue flutter against my lips, so I
opened slightly. He licked my lips, and pressed his tongue into my mouth
slightly, and I felt his body tensing. I played tongue kiss with him,
letting him explore my mouth as I did his, and he pressed more closely to
me, his hands now touching me gently. I reached down and put his arms
around me, and suddenly he grabbed and hugged me, kissing harder. That's
the spirit!

I reached down and lifted his legs up so he was half sitting in my lap,
arms around me kissing harder until I felt his body tense up very hard,
then he gasped. He was cumming in his pants from excitement. He began the
"I'm so sorry" speech, but I silenced him again, and I pushed him down on
the couch, necking and kissing, his hands squeezing and feeling my muscles.
I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Worship the muscle." I leaned
back, and he squeezed me through the teeshirt, and at my prompting took it
off. He slid to his knees in front of me, squeezing my chest as I posed and
flexed, his hands roaming all over my body, mouth open, gasping slightly.
OK, who doesn't want to be worshiped by a handsome man! What a sexy
turn-on! He got up and sat on my lap, fully, squeezing and stroking my
muscle, until I pushed his face in my pecs, and started rubbing his mouth
over my flexing muscles.

I felt his body tensing again! He loved it and groaned and tried to talk,
but was just gasping and playing with me. I scooped him up, and carried him
into the hotel bedroom as he shook and squeezed me, tensing more and more.
I sat him on the bed, standing in front of him, and stood in a pose, and
patted my belt and pants. He got on his knees again, taking my shoes and
socks off, looking up in awe, and then belt, pants, until I was standing in
my underwear, hardon tenting. "You now." I said, and Hank slowly took his
clothes off, very nervously. "I'm not built like you Uncle Joe," he
started, unbuttoning his shirt. He quietly took off his shoes, pants, then
stood in front of me in white underwear, huge wet stain and a thick hardon
again. He had a very lean body, and light fur all over as I saw part of in
the restaurant, very sexy and awkward. I could see him as a tall balding
doctor, big hands, very furry, kind and working with patients during the
day, and a sex machine at night.

I held his palms out flat, and taking some lube coated them and rubbed them
together to make them warm, and I did my hands. He began muscle worship
again, massaging and squeezing me, getting my muscles and fur all shiny as
I stood there until I pulled off my shorts, and put one of his hands on my
cock as he stroked the rest of me. I winked at him, and grinned at his
nervousness, and suddenly jumped on the bed, face down, leaned my head back
and said, "climb on. Work Uncle Joe's back!" Hank started massaging my huge
calves, working up along my hams and ass, and I suddenly felt him lying on
top of me shaking again, wet underwear against my ass. "Underwear off
please!" I laughed, looking back. Hank reluctantly pulled it off, and I
felt his fat wet cock against my ass, and he rubbed his furry body against
my back, holding onto my massive shoulders and slowly, surely, going crazy
with full access to his muscle fantasy.

He was grunting, massaging me, when I rolled over, and wrapping my arms
around him, began kissing again, his cock grinding against mine. Hank
humped against me, almost involuntarily as he kissed more and more
intensely, with sort of a high-pitched and groan. I then rolled again, with
him on bottom, squeezing him into the bed. Oh! That was heaven. His eyes
rolled back, and he shuddered as I kissed him, and asked him if he was
still nervous. He whispered, that this was perfect, I was amazing. I put my
finger on his lip, and told him that he was amazing, I was so excited at
how excited he was, it was perfect for me. Sliding back off the bed, I then
grabbed him, and setting his legs around my waist, held him kissing him
walking around the room, feeling his very fat cock against my belly. "Hank,
your cock! It's like a log!" – skinny big dicked guys are a weakness of
mine – and I kissed and hugged him now pressing him against the wall.

I sat on a nearby chair then, still holding Hank, and we necked and kissed
endlessly, Hank humping his cock against my chest finally as I slid down in
the chair. His cock was very sharply curved up – he looked like a Classical
Satyr – and with this big head, I wasn't going to be able to suck in my
throat easily, or at all. I put him back on the bed, and then in a 69,
started playing with his cock. Up close, it wasn't so big, thank god, and I
began licking and sucking the spongy wide head. Hank yelled out for me to
stop, but of course I didn't and within a moment, he began shooting hot cum
in my mouth with my lips just on the tip of the head. He hadn't even begun
sucking on my cock before I was able to down a load, and Hank began the
apology routine again.

I leaned back in the bed, pulling his back against my chest, his cock
dripping slightly, and talked to him about sex, how I enjoyed turning guys
on, what a compliment it was for him to cum like that. He never had to
apologize for his feelings. What a sexy man he was... I played with his
nipples as I spoke, which were very sensitive, and maybe 15 minutes later
he was hard again – another reason I love young guys. Hank was just a
bundle of nerves and sex on overdrive. He started, slowly to be more
assertive, and got up, asking to suck my cock. He kneeled down, playing
with my chest, and slowly sucked the head of my cock in his mouth, and I
felt him lick and roll the head slightly with his tongue. I slid in
further, and he looked like he was going to lose it, gagging slightly, so I
pulled back. He slowly bobbed his head on my cock, playing with my muscles,
trying very hard to suck, and slowly getting more comfortable and better at
it.

I began talking to him, giving him feedback, how to use his tongue all up
and down the shaft, wrapping his lips around the head, where it was
sensitive, how to suck and jack it. We must have been half an hour working
together on my cock, and he was enjoying it more and more as he got huge
reactions from me, discovering where all the secret buttons were with my
cock. I lifted him up slowly, so he stood in front of me, his cock hard and
still slightly wet from cum as I began sucking him again. I stopped
immediately feeling his hairy balls pull up as he tensed, and then blew
raspberries on his bellybutton, which completely unsexed the moment. I
licked his veiny shaft, pulling back the uncut head and licked the big head
and rim again, getting it in my mouth this time, feeling it slide back
against the roof of my mouth. I played with his balls, slowly sucking
harder and felt his hands hold onto my shoulders, squeezing them.

I got more of his cock in my mouth, sliding back and forth, feeling the big
rubbery shaft as I pressed my lips together. He grunted, again close as I
backed off. We switched places, him lying on the bed as I kneeled by him,
now in a better position as I slid his cock further and further in my
mouth, stretching my jaw. The moment I felt him tense, I paused, let it
pass, and then slid more, until I felt the head against my throat. I pushed
hard, and he gasped, yelling out loud as I pulled back. "Did that hurt?" I
asked, but he nodded no, "It's just, so... tight!" I sucked him again slowly,
getting him in my throat again, popping back out, then a slow relaxed glide
in and out of my mouth as I squeezed and held his balls, enjoying the
feeling of his scratchy fur against my cheeks. It wasn't an easy suck, he
really had a hair trigger, but I was able to get fifteen or twenty minutes
of sucking him enjoyably, pausing whenever he was close.

"It's time" I said, and crawling back into bed, this time in a nice 69, his
sucking my cock much more relaxed and enjoyably, as I did his. "Hank, I'm
going to cum, where do you want it?" He groaned and wanted it in his mouth.
Hmm! OK. So we were sucking and getting more and more excited, as I kept
pausing, licking his shaft, rubbing the rim around his cockhead, playing
with his balls as he mirrored all my actions. Finally I grunted out "Oh
fuck, here it comes!" and I felt the pressure in my groin build up to
bursting. First a small squirt in his mouth, and he froze, and then a huge
wad of cum blasting in his wide-open mouth. He immediately gagged, but
tried to gulp it, gagging again, but this triggered him of course. He
groaned deeply, shuddering and bucking against me, a third stream of cum
now gushing into my mouth as I sucked away, blowing cum in his mouth.

He continued to gag and retch sucking as hard as he could as I cleaned his
shaft, sucking and lapping up all the leaking cum after the initial blasts,
until he cried out "it's too much!" as I continued sucking. He sucked me
too, making me shake and electric sensations of almost painful intensity
shooting through my cock, and we both continued to over-suck past cumming
until we were shaking and groaning, laughing together finally. The cumming
and sucking seems to have lasted forever, and cuddling up again, his head
against me chest, he told me that he'd never cum so hard, with me in his
mouth, feeling all my muscles as I shot filling him up. I kissed his head,
and tilting his chin, kissed him gently on the mouth as we rested a minute
talking about everything – music, school, and his life in Ohio, my life
traveling, until we started talking about all the sensations of sucking,
and how our cocks worked.

I told him that there was a great trick with orgasm that if you stopped all
stimulation just as you began blowing, it kind of "jammed" your cock so you
could cum again quickly a few times after. He had never heard about that!
Well, but then there was a lot of gay sex he had never heard about. He told
me he felt like he was talking to Alfred Kinsey! I asked him if he was
still nervous, and he laughed, saying it was like he was a different person
now – I was so real, just a real person, so gentle, and horny – yes, he was
comfortable. He was very nervous that I would be fucking him with my big
cock, and he didn't know how that would work, he didn't have good
experience with that. I asked him to get on his hands and knees by me,
which he did, and a lean furry ass faced me – he had one of those asses
that was furry right up to the rim of the asshole. I leaned over and kissed
near his hole, and he sighed.

I spread his asscheeks, exposing a startlingly pink hole, with wet curly
hair, and I stuck my tongue out and poked it in for a second. He burst out
laughing, telling me that tickled! I kissed his hole, and pulled him back
over, telling him that what tickled now would be an insanely erotic feeling
the more he experienced touch and play with it. He looked very curious, and
got back on all fours. I spread his asscheeks, and licked his hole again – very
fresh, wet-tasting, and then sucked on it. He gasped, and while sucking, I
pushed my tongue in the hole, rotating it around. He laughed nervously but
grunted, and bent his ass towards me. I continued to lick and rim his hole – I
was in bliss. I began jacking off, my face buried in his hairy hole, and
continued sucking and licking it, occasionally touching his hole with a
finger, poking it in as he giggled, but continuing to work it until his
asslips were swollen.

I slapped his ass and pulled him back in my arms, and he looked slightly
dazed. "Fuck, that felt great. When I got fucked, it hurt, and I didn't
think my asshole would ever feel good like that." I licked a finger, and in
my arms, while kissing him I traced around the edge of his furry asshole
while he giggled and groaned, pushing just the tip of my finger in and out.
He was hard as a rock again! "Uncle Joe, will you..." he began, and I
finished, "fuck you? Not tonight. I want you to enjoy your asshole, we can
try even more next time. He looked sad, but relieved, and I continued
stroking his asshole as I touched his cockhead. He put his arms around me,
and wiggled into my lap, until I had complete access to his ass and cock,
playing him like a Piano. We continued playing for some time, as I felt him
tense up again. I was slowly pushing more and more of my finger into his
anus, as I whispered to him to push slightly, which would open it.

He did so, and to his surprise, I slipped my finger in deep with utterly no
pain. I continued to stroke his cockhead, now with my fingernail just under
the rim, which caused him to look up, trying to catch his breath – his hips
were now jerking again. I took hold of his cockhead with four fingers,
rotating my hand with the tips just under the rim as I finger fucked his
wet ass until he began shaking hard in my arms, and he looked at me, "Uncle
Joe, I, uh, " he began, shaking even harder in spasms. I pressed my finger
further in his swollen hole until I felt his very small nut and massaged it
– it was spasming and rock hard. He began to yell uncontrollably thrusting
his hips in my arms, burying his head in my shoulder, mouth open as I
coaxed the fourth cumload from him in two hours.

But it was a trick! I pulled my finger out and let his cock go the moment I
felt he was going to shoot, and shoot he did! All over his furry body,
thick ropy strands as he looked at me frantic, "what happened!" bucking
hard with the exertion of shooting all that sperm. I squeezed and held him
as the last few spasms left his body, yelling stopped but not the grunts.
"Look!" I said, "Look at your cock!" and he looked down. The shiny red fat
cockhead was still rock-hard, the opening drooling some cum out. "See that
feeling Hank?" He looked at me entirely frightened, "I still feel,
pressure!" "Yes YES!" I said, and stroking his asshole he wriggled in my
arms as I kissed him hard. His tongue pressed against my mouth as I stroked
his still hard prostate, and he yelled in kissing, a new one for me! I took
a hold of his cockhead again, four fingers rotating like a light bulb,
until I just let my fingernails touch the groove under the head.

"OH NO!" he screamed out, bucking again as I immediately stopped
stimulating him, and a few more gobs of cum spurted out his hard meat. He
kissed me hungrily again and pulling back, "Again, PLEASE! Daddy!" He
begged, and I started again on his anus and prostate, again stroking just
his cockhead very gently, just fingertips and fingernails. "OH,
Uhhnnnnnnn!" he yelled, cumming again but maybe a drop of cum coming from
the tip of his cock as he shook excitedly in my arms, literally writhing
and gasping. Again, the moment I felt him cumming, I stopped. I whispered
to him, "unendurable pleasure, indefinitely prolonged". I began again with
his ass, and cock, as he shook, but this time, I continued stroking his
cock as he came, waves of his shuddering and shaking, frantic kissing
coming, breaking on my chest, and slowly stopping completely.

I felt him completely relaxed in my arms, and picking him up, walked to the
chair again, somewhat easier, and held him there as he fell completely
asleep. I closed my eyes, and savored the feeling of his body in my arms
and lap, rocking him gently and kissing his head. Unfortunately, after some
time, I fell asleep too, and I snore like a freight train, and we both
jumped as I woke him up. It was 1am, and poor Hank had to drive back to
Baltimore for classes. He was a wreck, but I got a hot washcloth and got
him a little cleaned up from all the crusty cum in his fur, dressed him,
and making an instant hotel coffee (bleah!) sent him on his way. He sent me
a beautiful letter by email a day later, which is private.

We met again, and it was very emotional for both of us – he is such a
lovely sexy man, and I seem to have unlocked something. Having his fantasy
man appear, be much, much more dimensional than he could have imagined, I
set a high bar for him for sex – mind body and spirit. He is much more
confident in himself, and open to enjoying people, not just 'top or
bottom'; he has a wonderful Daddy husband, he can't imagine himself with
anything other. But still – as we met later – I still am the only man who
he trusts to fuck him, and I we trained together well. Fucking his hairy
hole hard, soaking cock without moving in his hole, every imaginable
position, but all only for me. Honored!

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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.