Date: Fri, 04 Sep 2015 00:00:29 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Coryanthes

City View: Washington DC Vol 2

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*Coryanthes*


The few years I worked in DC off and on, I realized why my family said DC
stood for "Dent City" – atrocious driving. One day, when I was trying to
drive across town to try a Gold's gym out in Arlington – "Ballston" Golds – I
go entirely stuck on K & 11th. Trying to get away from traffic and
roadwork, drove past a coffee shop, then around in a circle and saw the
entrance to a cute nursery – "Gingo Gardens". That was it. I parked my car,
got a coffee, walked a few blocks to the garden center and walked slowly
enjoying not driving. There were very cute bears working in the nursery,
which made me feel like I was about to meet "Michael Tolliver" from "Tales
in the City", and as I walked around the cute bears noticed me. One very
furry one came over, and asked if he could help, and I said "Please make
Kensington Orchids come back!" and he laughed – I loved visiting the
gigantic orchid nursery out in Maryland since I was a kid.

(Texbearjoe was a spoiled brat with his own greenhouse, pre CITES orchid
importation license, and a nice collection when he was around 10).
Kensington Orchids had closed a few years back, and that was that. One
thing led to another and we talked orchids – Mike (yes, that was his name)
was quite knowledgable, and asked me what my favorite was. "Coryanthes in
general." I said. He looked surprised. "The bucket orchid," he said,
"that's very unusual." I grinned: "Imagine, an orchid that secretes drops
of, well, precum that accumulate in a bucket to attract male bees. The bees
slide on a waxy substance, lets call it cockcheese, and fall in the precum.
They have to walk along small hard flower erections until they get sprayed
with sticky flower cum so they fertilize the next flower. Can you imagine
the poor male bee has to do that over and over all day, must be exhausting
getting sprayed with cum over and over, eh?"

Mike blushed deeply, and was kind of speechless. "Look it up, google
'Coryanthes' on internet." I said. "I know I know," Mike stuttered, "it's
just that, well, not heard it that way." We both laughed and talked for a
while, and I said, "I have to go to they gym. My muscles aren't giant
enough (flexed my arm and rolled my eyes) But if you'd like a drink, come
by my hotel tonight around 7!" I wrote my number on the back of a store
business card, and went back out to car, then to gym. Well, it was a long
shot. To my amazement, Mike called me at the gym around 6:30, telling me he
got off work at 7, and we coordinated to meet at my hotel. I don't know
what it is about nurseries, but the men are always hot. Always. It's crazy.
I got all excited like a 14-year-old girl, for god sake!

Michael showed up in his green overalls and teeshirt, and I wanted to eat
him alive, but we calmly had a beer, and discussed stuff like adults. That
lasted 5 minutes, then I said "Michael, uh, Mike, can I tell you something?
It won't bother you?" Mike looked surprised, and said "Yes Joe." I told him
he was the hottest bear I had seen in Washington, and I would love to see
him with fewer clothes. He responded that he thought that since he had seen
me in the garden shop, and had spent the rest of the afternoon driving the
other guys crazy talking about me and my damn cum orchid. We went upstairs,
and I grabbed Mike and gave him a huge kiss just as the door closed, and we
had to have been locked kissing for about 15 minutes! Our hands roamed
everywhere squeezing against each other, and he squeezed and felt my cock
in my trousers and gasped a tiny bit.

I pulled back and looked at him. He had a nice trim brown beard, shot with
some grey, very thick furry arms, and was slightly chubby in a solid,
masculine way. He kissed beautifully, slowly, savoring the feeling as our
tongues tangled up a bit, and his mouth was slightly bittersweet from the
beer. He smelled wonderful, earthy and slightly sweaty, and I could feel
the hair on the back of his neck was damp. I asked him if we could go to
the bedroom, and he sighed, and I asked what was the matter! "I'm not a
muscle guy like you. I hope that's OK?" I laughed and said that was
perfect. "Also, I'm not big hung." He stuttered "I mean, I'm not hung big.
I'm not long. Nice and thick. Not long. You felt like it hung halfway down
your leg." "Not halfway exactly," I smiled. Mike blushed again! "I would
love to massage you," he began, "I have never felt muscles like that."
"Well, I'm all yours!" I exclaimed.

Mike slowly took my clothes off, folding then neatly on the TV table in
front of the bed. I was in my shorts, with a big bulge that he loved, not
shyly, squeezing and kneading, then I unhooked his overalls as he kicked
off his Croc's (hideous shoes), and socks, and suddenly we were both
standing in our underwear. Mike may not have been long but he was ballsy
with a beautiful basked – but I also knew the magic, that when you were
excited with someone, the cock looked perfect no matter what size it was. I
handed Mike some silicon lube, which he kind of looked at strangely. "I use
it for massage," I began, "I break out if you use lanolin based or other
massage oils." "Oh!" he said, and then pulled me to the bed, growing more
confident.

He kind of positioned me face down, and then made up the pillows so my face
was supported but not smothered. Mike was clearly an old fashioned gay guy – adept
at a lot of things, quiet, I thought he was more San Francisco 1983 than DC
2005. He began pushing down on my back, carefully articulating with his
fingers each muscle along my spine then working up to my traps and
shoulders. He gasped feeling them – I'm massive – and asked me if I was
hurting as he really began intense tissue massage. "In the words of Hateful
Head Helen, 'Honey you ain't hurting me, you're tickling me!'" Mike
exclained "oh my god, you know that rap single!" "Mike we're around the
same age." And he continued with the massage, as I felt all the annoyance
and tiredness of the day ooze out of my shoulders.

If what Arnold Schwarzenegger said is true that Boys have Abs but Men have
Shoulders, I am a real man. Michael loved feeling the big deltoids and then
working down along my lats to my ass, and then gently, ever so gently
pushed his fingers under the elastic of my underwear. He began kneading my
glutes, really digging in and making me gasp, with pleasure. He then worked
along my hams down to my calves, and said "you have enormous calves! You
can't really see, but now in my hand, they are like cantaloupes!" he was
really getting into it, then moved lower to massage my feet. I almost
fainted. I love my feet massaged, but can barely tolerate the sensation,
then suddenly my head exploded. He took one foot in his mouth and sucked
and licked the toes, in-between, all around, and then chewed gently. I was
dying, shaking, groaning.

He kept playing with my feet, his calloused hands creeping back up and then
slowly slid my underwear down, down, then popped them off leaving me naked
in the bed. He began stroking my body with his beard now. Now I was going
crazy. He slid up very slowly, then forcefully pulled my legs apart, and
fumbling around, I suddenly felt a pillow under my hips, propping my ass
up. He then tickled my ass with his beard, around and around until I could
feel his breath on my glutes, one hand on my feet, another on my neck, and
then a wet tongue slid over my asshole. FUCK! I've been rimmed, but the
feeling of head-to-toe massage, with rimming, with my neck massage, and the
beard. To this day, that was an electric moment I cannot forget. I arched
my back but he pushed back down, and spreading my cheeks stopped massaging,
and started stroking my asshole with one finger, circles and circles.

He licked his fingertip and continued massaging, pushing in incredibly
gently and slowly, tickling me open more and more as goosebumps flowed over
me like a river. "You're incredibly hairy Joe," he said, "all your back,
your shoulders. You're just so pale, you can't see it until like I'm like
giving you goosebumps!" he said. He continued to play with my ass how,
spreading m hole open and touching the muscle with his tongue, flicking
expertly back and forth over the sensitive tissue getting groan after groan
out of me. He scraped his moustache against the hole, and continued to rim
me, alternating with fingering my asshole with his wet lubed finger, until – I
didn't realize – he was a few knuckles deep inside! He touched against my
prostate gently, sending waves of sensation through me, then stretched my
asshole open to get his tongue deep inside. Magnificent.

Ever so gently, he rolled me over, and my cock flopped down along my leg.
His underwear was soaked I saw, and he was sweating up a storm. Mike was
about my height – 5'9", and a true muscle bear. Furry all over, so
perfectly made it looked like a drawing, big shoulders, nice chest, and a
nice belly. He took off his underwear watching me, and his fat cock bounced
up – I don't know why he was worried – and I smelled the smell of a lot of
sweat and precum. "Your Coryanthes is about to attract bees!" I said, and I
reached out and took a glob of precum to taste. Faintly bitter. Mike
laughed, and then put his cock right up to my mouth, where I was able to
lick the tip, and work some more precum out of him as he groaned and thrust
his hips more forward. He pulled back then suddenly, and putting more lube
on his hands, began on my chest.

I told him the best way was to grab one pectoral, pulling on it, and shove
it in his mouth like a hamburger. He did so, and I flexed it, so it wiggled
around in his hand as he sucked and pulled on it, massaging the muscle. We
played this game for some minutes, then he continued massaging the rest of
my upper body, arms, thighs, gently laying my cock to each side as he
worked on my quads, squeezing my feet lightly, then leaning over, he began
massaging my cock. It was indescribable- squeezing gently from bottom to
top, working the loose skin over the veiny shaft, working all the key
pressure points on the head, and balls, then slowly spreading my legs again
he gave me a twisting hand cock massage as he finger fucked me. I was in
agony from the pleasure, needing to cum badly now after almost and hour of
pleasure. Mike was literally dripping precum on the floor as I watched, and
I reached out to pull another spidery strand to my mouth.

"You are a hungry bee!" he said, "you love cock honey!" and came back over,
his stubby cock at the tip of my mouth again as I managed to suck a glob of
more solid precum out of him. He gently pushed me over in the bed, and
laying beside me, his belly against my side, began massaging my cock as he
sucked the head, slowly working more and more in his mouth as he again
resumed the tantalizing cock massage. I decided to do the same, massaging
his fat cock as I took the heavy head in my mouth, rolling my tongue slowly
all over it and around the rim, stroking the shaft as I pushed more and
more meat in my mouth. He was so hairy you couldn't see his balls, but as I
grasped them I yelled a "whoa" – they were literally like two big eggs,
really huge – and cupped and massaged each one gently while sucking, and
felt them begin to pull up tighter and tighter against him.

"Do you want," I began to say, when he, without any warning began shooting
cum all over my beard and face before I could open my mouth, stop talking
and suck. He convulsed slightly, sucking me very hard, and I was able to
down a shot or two of his bitter cum, burying my face in his sweaty crotch.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, "I, it's, uh, too exciting. I've never
touched muscles like yours, I've been on the edge, Oh..." I told him to be
quiet, and enjoy, so as I licked up his cum he continued sucking me, more
intense and focused than before. He never went quite soft, so a few minutes
later he started to get hard again, and I attempted to get a ball in my
mouth to suck, which tasted great. He began deepthroating my shaft now,
long gliding thrusts against my crotch with his hand on the shaft as he
pulled back, an amazing suck and jack that only massage guys know how to
do.

I pulled him closer, opening his legs, and got my face closer and closer to
his asshole, which I stroked with a wet finger as he gasped and stopped
sucking for a moment. I had the sense, well, that he was sucking to make me
cum, instead of enjoying the sex himself, so I gently called a time-out,
and got something to drink while he lay sweating, and panting on the bed.
"Come here!" I said, and sat on a chair, and got him to sit in Daddy Joe's
lap. His back was against one arm, his legs over the other arm, so I didn't
have to feel all his weight, and as we cuddled and kissed, I began to
massage his asshole again. We were relly buried in each other now, kissing,
and I slowly penetrated his ass with a finger as I began jacking his cock,
squeezing and stroking him exactly like he had me. It was heaven to have
this bear in my lap, and I sat playing and teasing with him for some time
until I decided I had to feel his asshole wrapped around my cock.

I started to push my finger in slightly deeper, and he held my hand, saying
he might need to clean up. Perfect! I pushed him off me, and took him to
the walk-in shower, and adjusting the temperature for HOT, had the pleasure
of soaping up all his fur from top to bottom, then cleaning and rinsing him
off inside and out. Then he surprised me. "Daddy, can you do something?" he
asked. "What Mike?" I said surprised at the turn of my name. "Daddy, can
you pee on me?" Well, why not, we were in the shower anyway. He kneeled
down, and I began to unload the beer from an hour earlier, very difficult
to do with a hardon, in spurts all down his lightly furred back, over his
face, and in his hair, his chest. He loved it, jacking off gently as I did
so. "Daddy, I want it a special place," he said, standing and turning.

Aha! I had a lot of piss from he beer, and from a gallon of water at the
gym, so as he turned, I soaped his hairy asshole, and gently pushed my
cockhead inside it, not too far. He grunted, I am big and he was tight,
even with the soap as lube. As I pushed in, I relaxed slightly,
concentrating on pissing with a hardon. Slowly the gates opened inside, and
suddenly I felt a "whoosh", and I was pissing in his ass like a firehose. I
had to imagine that he had to piss badly too, and as I filled him up, he
shivered, and grunted, groaning out loud "DADDY!" and then he let his own
stream of piss go in the shower whining and groaning with the effort, and
then as I pulled my cock out his hole, my piss gushing out, he emitted a
low "FUCK" and dropped to his knees in the shower, pissing and dripping
piss out his asshole as he shivered and apologized for losing control!
"Mike isn't that the point?" I asked, turning the shower back on, laughing.

I rinsed him off again, and his asshole with a few fingers rolling all
around, "looks like you fell in the precum bucked of my Coryanthes Orchid
trap!" I laughed. Could I be more nerdy? We got out of the shower, and I
toweled him off, and hustling him back into the bedroom, I had him on his
back on the bed in a moment. His fat cock stood straight up as I lubed his
hairy hole, and I popped the head of my cock back in. He was tight again,
and grabbed his cock to jack as he begged me to fuck him deeper. I slowly
slid my shaft in his hole, feeling all around inside his rectum, then bent
my knees slightly so I could angle up and hit his prostate. I bounced a few
times against it gently as his eyes widened, and his mouth became an "O" of
pleasure, then I began a nice deep-dish fuck rhythm, my muscles all lose
and comfortable, jamming further and further inside his rectum until I was
almost into his colon.

It takes me a while to cum, even though I had been edged by him for almost
an hour with massage, the shower piss fuck, but I was enjoying feeling my
furry bear in front of me too much – I didn't want it to end. I bent over
and kissed him, "put your arms around Daddy" I said, then lifted him right
up, legs around my waist. He screamed "OW" and I put him immediately back
on the bed. My cock had gone deep into him in one stroke, and he wasn't
prepared. "Did I hurt you Mike?" I asked, but he grinned, and nodded no.
"Just surprised. Hold on. Stay in." he said, and then he reached his arms
back out, and I lifted him up again, sitting on my cock. I carried him over
to the chair, where I sat down, spreading his legs over mine, and he rode
my cock. One way I like to do that is to flex my calves and hips very
quickly until Mike was literally bouncing up and down on my cock like a
puppet.

He was gasping and holding onto my biceps staring at all my muscles while I
pummeled his asshole. It was wonderful, a perfect position to kiss and play
with him while I got the maximum glide sensation on my cock. Dying to watch
myself, I stopped, and we kind of jerked and slid the chair around until it
was facing the mirror, and I then watched his hairy asshole bouncing on my
cock, my long shaft disappearing into him with each stroke. I put his feet
on the floor slowly, and told him now to bounce himself, which he did,
growling loudly as I now slammed my cock hard against his hairy ass,
fucking like a machine as he held onto my chest, beard and face against my
shoulder. His cock was rubbing against my belly, and I felt his balls
dangle and get slammed against him with each of my thrusts, and I realized
it was either intensely painful or erotic for him.

I fucked him hard, and soft, and he finally turned around sitting away from
me holding onto the chair and bounding his asshole as hard as he could on
my cock, telling Daddy to fuck his bear son as hard as he could. We ended
up shouting at each other for a while, completely crazed with the fucking
and I felt around at his cock the thick rubberiness in my hand and I
realized that was it! I began cumming in his ass, telling Mike Daddy was
filling his ass now with Daddy's spunk, and Mike began jacking off hard,
grinding his ass on my cock to get every drop. I shot 5-6 gobs into his
ass, and we continued fucking for a while, but Mike wasn't near cumming. As
I began to get soft, and sensitive, I pushed Mike off, and got on my knees,
shoving four fingers of my left hand up his hairy asshole. His eyes
practically bulged out as I began to suck the tip of his cock as he jacked
off, and he began yelling at me again, his Daddy and how good it all felt.

I commanded him to feed Daddy a huge load of cum, shoving fingers
particularly hard against his prostate which was as hard as a nut. I then
forced my face down his cock, to the root, pushing his hand off as I pushed
him against my face with the hand up his ass. He barked out "cum cum" and
began shooting for me, spurts of cum hitting the roof and back of my mouth
as I sucked and kneaded his cock with my tongue. I sucked hard, taking
every bit of his bear spunk into my mouth, thrusting hard against his
prostate as he began yelling Daddy almost at the top of his lungs, and even
after he stopped I continued as he tried to push me off. Not easy to do
with half a hand in your ass pushing the other way!

He began laughing, and I slowly relented, and finally stopped, sliding
myself back up in the chair, pulling Michael along. He climbed back up in
my lap, curling up, cuddling against me and we resumed as we had began,
kissing intensely, holding each other, exhausted but happy. What a
wonderful appetizer! I took him to dinner that night – it was past 9pm when
we finished! – and Mike actually spent the night with me completely cuddled
up in bed holding on for dear life. We had a wonderful intimate time in DC
until he did, indeed, move to San Francisco. Woof!



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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.