Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2015 06:40:36 -0500
From: Joe <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: Cityview DC, Installment "Date"

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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*Date*


Continuing along my DC visits, I'll highlight one of the things I liked
least about business traveling -- you just can't call up buddies like you
can back home and do something. I tend to spend a good amount of time in
hotel rooms writing for work, reading, and catching up on the latest Marvel
Comics movie franchise on Hotel TV -- not exactly scintillating fun. Then
there's the second problem. Food. Travel food is high in salt and
carbohydrates. I'd have to carry a refrigerator around with me to keep
healthy. That's why one of my favorite trip events is what I call "Date
night" with a buddy. Simple, easy, and reminds me of being home. I had a
great date night with a buddy Peter I had chatted with off and on big
muscle bears. I said I was in town, and maybe we could meet up and see how
the chemistry went. And he asked me if I had poppers. Aha!


Online, Peter was my height, 5'9", muscular but chunky, very furry blond
hair, bald, bearded -- in some ways we looked related. He had a beautiful
furry thick chest, furry wide ass, and a delicious average-sized thick
cock. His cock really is one of the most perfect ones I've seen
photographed, very shiny head, beautifully proportioned, looked perfect to
suck on. We talked on and off when I was there, and decided to meet up on a
weeknight. Peter was going to come to my hotel, we'd go to the gym and have
a workout together, clean up, have a nice dinner, then have some long play
in Peter's townhouse before I had to get things together to get to my hotel
and get ready for my flight. At the appointed hour Peter showed up at my
hotel, and we had a coffee together in my room to chat a bit.


Turns out he worked as a neurologist at NIH, but was also in the Army
somehow, and was going to go off to Afghanistan imminently, there were lots
of problems with brain trauma, and he was going to be instrumental in
leading some of the work there. I'm fascinated by the brain, neurology,
cognition, and writers from Luria to Laing to Sacks to Hofstadter and
everything in-between, and we quickly started connecting, and somewhere in
30 minutes, I said we had to go to the gym otherwise we'd never stop
talking! We got up, and awkwardly kissed, then I looked at him carefully --
as happens often, much sexier in person than in photographs -- and I gave
him a deep hug, deep kiss, and felt the Doc melt in my arms.


His thick cock hardened against my leg, and not being able to resist
temptation, I squeezed it, and sliding my hand up his khaki shorts, felt
the big cut head, rubbing my thumb around the rim, and pushing him back
into a chair in the room, groped up his shorts with both hands. He was
quite surprised I think, and suddenly as I shucked his shorts off before he
was aware, I had my hands full of hairy ass, and fat cock and balls. He
grunted as I popped the head of his cock in my mouth, and I closed my eyes,
focusing on the taste of his precum and the sensation of his cockhead
filling my mouth. Holding his balls, then pulling him forward in the chair,
I let go of his cock and licked his hairy blond asshole, sucking it gently
as I worked my way around his balls and back up his shaft.


I pushed my face down deep into his crotch, taking his cock in my mouth and
feeling it reach the back of my throat and push in slightly. I was drooling
a river at this point, and bouncing my head up and down on his cock I
sucked and slavered over his thick shaft, holding his balls with one hand
and stroking him with the other. Running my mouth up and down his shaft, I
circled around the head, and remembering his shuddering earlier, I dug my
face back into his ass and then held his cock with both hands while I
rimmed him, running my thumbs around the edge of his exposed cockhead. Wow!
That was really his hot button, and he groaned and called out my name,
squirming under me as I threw his legs up over my shoulders.


I licked his cockshaft now, balls to top, still brutally massaging his cut
rim as hard as I could sucking his cockhead and thumbs in my mouth as he
began shuddering again, and he said "If you keep on like that..." so I did. I
doubled down sucking, and with one hand started circling his spit-wet
asshole with a fingertip when he suddenly began erupting the most delicious
sweet cum I can recall having eaten. I sucked on his raw, sensitive
cockhead drawing every sticky thread out to swallow while he thrashed under
me, trying to control my hands and face to no avail, and after a few
minutes, I left him sitting, whimpering slightly, cock wet and shiny with
spit and cum, exhausted.


"Time for the Gym Sport!" I said, slapping his thighs, and pulled him
together to go with me to a gayish gym up on U Street. "Need to increase
your blood flow?" I asked, and he looked at me quizzically as we went in
the gym, and I popped a Cialis in his mouth. I'm evil, I know. He took it
as I explained what it was "increasing blood flow to your muscles", and we
proceeded to have a very talky workout together, focusing on chest and
biceps. He really did have a blood flow increase, and to his shock, his
muscles were as engorged with blood after 45 minutes as his cock was
earlier and he really felt amazing with the workout, much to his surprise.
That, and having a massive hardon that his jockstrap could barely contain.
My god I would love to have seen a video of the two of us.


I took him into the showers, and he was really eye-bait for all the guys
there, a fat stiff hairy cock, big thick chest, veins bulging on his
biceps, but then a bald, professorly bearded face to compliment it. We
showered together, and he decided to torture me. He got all soaped up,
which looked great with his blond fur, and he kept accidentally stroking
his hard cock against me. I got a hardon in the open shower area, and he
decided to grab it. As I did with him earlier, he rubbed his thumb hard
around the edge of my cockhead, up and down, which was overloading my
senses -- one of my legs started shaking in the shower. Fortunately it was
later in the evening, and there were not many people in the gym so nobody
discovered us jacking each other off, because as he stroked my long cock
harder and harder, I took a hold of his fat cockhead, and squeezed it,
turning my hand like I was opening a bottle.


That was almost unbearable for him, and there we were, jacking off each
other trying to top each other's moves in overstimulating cock. We were
both all pumped and hard, the hot water streaming off us, and it was a
wonderful shower room scene, believe me. I bent over finally and sucked on
a nipple, and to my surprise he jumped about a foot -- I didn't sense
earlier that his nipples were 'wired'. I doubled my effort jacking his
cock, and now grinding his nipple gently between my teeth, I was intent on
driving him over the edge. I threw caution completely to the wind, and
turned Peter around, and pushed him against a glass brick wall on one side
of the shower area, bending him down. The water streamed off his hairy back
and ass, and I crouched slightly to start rimming him again under the hot
stream, while jacking him off like milking a prize bull.


Peter loved it, and groaned, leaning his shoulder to the wall he managed to
get both hands back and opened up his huge meaty ass for me to really dig
into. I licked and sucked the water-washed hole, and alternated rimming
with teasing his hole with my finger. I got a big gob of liquid soap, and
to Peter's surprise, slid my lubed finger deep into his asshole suddenly.
He squirmed, but did not say 'no', and I continued finger-fucking his hot
hold for a moment, soap suds gushing out as I jammed deeper and deeper. I
felt Peter's prostate, and slid a second finger inside his hole so I could
squeeze it gently between them. Peter shuddered in my hands, groaning out
loud, and I started squeezing and massaging his prostate hard, still
milking his rock hard cock, when I heard Peter say "I think we have an
audience."


To one side stood a hulking muscle guy who was astonished at the site of
two muscle daddies making out in the shower, and I think he had absolutely
no idea where to look. He was big -- 6'2", shaven pubes, trimmed body hair,
and must have been around 270lbs. He came over and watched, jacking off but
not touching us as I continued to finger fuck Peter, and jack him off. I
finally had three fingers side-by-side in Peter's ass and was forcefully
fucking him, ass squirming and bouncing under the water, and I reached out
my other hand to grab the bodybuilder's hard cock. It was covered with more
liquid soap, and I was able to get the entire cock in my one hand, not a
big one, and squeezed and jacked him off as I fucked Peter. Peter at this
point was jacking himself off like crazy, and looking around saw me jacking
off the monster bodybuilder.


This wasn't going to last long, but the bodybuilder was the first to go
bang, and shot off a fountain of cum in my wet hand, groaning and gritting
his teeth, swaying his body and finally having to grab a hold of a
showerhead as he grimaced. Instantly he disappeared, and I felt Peter's
prostate get hard. I felt his balls with my other hand, and his fwapping
his cock, when he groaned, echoing in the shower stall, and started
shooting spurts of thick cum all over the shower floor. They coagulated
instantly, and as I slowly let his asshole go, I watched them spiral and
swirl down the drain while Peter milked the last few milky threads out of
his fat cockhead. We both laughed at the shock of being so horny, and now
showered off each other a bit more properly, and dried each other off, the
monster bodybuilder nowhere to be seen.


We exited and took a longish walk down U Street and 17th, and headed to
Annie's Paramount Steakhouse, a gayborhood institution. Poor Peter lost his
hardon after the hot shower scene, but walking down the street Cialis still
raging and freeballing in his shorts gave him a big fat hardon again which
guys tried not to look at, tenting his shorts. He was oblivious thank god,
but I wasn't and the wild exhibitionistic tendencies in me were somehow on
overdrive being with someone who was showing off but not aware! My usual
skintight grey tee-shirt and jeans completed the look with two muscle dads
prowling near Dupont Circle, and with dinner, we had a great time. One
Martini later (I like mine slightly dirty, and a cheap vodka e.g. "Cheap
and Dirty") we found ourselves being chatted up by two dads sitting next
two us.


Very proper gentlemen, and after 20 minutes of hearing about antique
shopping for one guy's shop in Maryland, somehow the conversation came to
'what's new' with us. Peter didn't know me, but he got to know me all too
well very fast. I told one of the guys I had just learned palmistry. I
thought Peter was going to inhale his Martini and shoot it out his nose. I
examined one of the gentleman's hands quite closely and dutifully repeating
everything the couple had told us in the intervening half hour, with a deep
spin from Ian Rowland's "Full Facts Guide to Cold Reading", I had their
jaws on the table in abject shock at my amazing Psychic skills. To top it
all off, I announced to the couple that there was something very important
in his life that started with the letter "P", a person place or thing
(thinking of course of Peter's fat cumfilled Penis at that instant) when
the companion of my victim slammed his Martini-fueled hands on the table
and said "My god, your Ex's name is Paul!"


I had the presence of mind not to giggle, and said "Hands never lie!" and
the arrival of a much-too-big steak dinner allowed me to gracefully decline
to read his companion's palm. They went on babbling for another half hour
when Peter and I escaped, walking down 17th and back to Dupont to get
Peter's car. We went over to his townhouse, which was strangely (to my
eyes) unfurnished, I couldn't tell if Peter was ascetic or cheap or newly
moved. Newly moved it turns out. We bundled off to the bedroom, and in a
flash, ripping each other's clothes off we were kissing and hugging and
stroking like it was the first time we'd ever met, and it felt great! I was
absolutely in love with Peter's beard and bald head, stroking both as we
kissed more and more deeply, and I felt his thick lips push against mine,
wedging my mouth open slightly as his tongue kept darting in and exploring
my mouth.


I was shivering, I love kissing so much and squeezing him more and more
tightly, feeling his thick body squashed to mine, I couldn't help but to
keep wiggling against his now again thick meaty cock. I slowly moved my
head, holding his bald one as I kissed up across his cheek to his earlobe,
then taking his entire ear in my mouth, slowly sucked and chewed on it as
Peter yelled out in shock and lust, but not letting go I explored every
nook and cranny of his ear as he cried for me to stop. I did, only to turn
his bald head to the next ear and same exploration as he shuddered in my
arms, and I felt goose pimples wave over his shoulders and arms as he
whimpered. I slowly pushed him against the bed until we both fell into it,
and pushed Peter up against the headboard pillows, still crushing him in my
embrace and kisses up and down his neck.


Peter spoke out, "Joe" and I halted a moment, looking at him. "Joe, please
do something for me. I want you to fuck me. Make love to my ass. I've been
thinking about nothing since the gym than for you to fuck me deep with that
long cock." I tackled Peter again with a big umpfff, and kissing down his
torso between his thick pecs, I slowly engulfed his cock, but lifted his
legs up. I sucked slowly up and down his shaft, pulling each leg back,
pulling his arms forward until his ass was completely exposed up to my and
my mouth. I began licking it and sucking while Peter jacked off his
perpetually hard cock, and shoving my tongue in his asshole, I rotated it
around, then sucking on his asshole muscles got them relaxed and puffy.
Peter was groaning, and starting to develop a pool of thick dickhoney on
his furry belly from all the stimulation, and continuing as I did in the
gym, I massaged his prostate with spit-slick fingers probing in and out of
his very loose asshole.


Peter said "hold for a second!" and unwrapping his arms from his legs,
opened a drawer by the bed, pulled out all sorts of stuff to help the
assfucking session I was commencing. I first took some lube, and spreading
it over both my hands, to his raised eyebrows, "Pete, I'm not going to fist
you, I would NEVER do that..." I said. I began massaging his anal muscles
with my thumbs from inside out, and rotating around, pulling his hole wider
and wider open as I kissed and played with his chest, chewing on his
sensitive nipples. He had worked his elbows again around his knees, holding
his asshole up in the air. He pulled it open wider as more precum dripped
on his furry round belly, and I continued asshole massaging him and reached
over for more goodies.


I got a couple of black rubber cockrings, and creaming up my cock well with
more lube, worked the rings over my balls then cockshaft, pausing from
moment to moment to continue to stroke inside and outside his asshole. I
took his cum rag, and dousing it with poppers ("English Premium", good
choice!) I held it over his open mouth, signaling for him to inhale deeply.
He did, once, and his eyes got as big and round as saucers as the poppers
hit him in an entirely new way. I continued to massage his asshole, and
pushed the head of my cock in alongside my fingers. He flushed deep red
from face to belly, moaning and pushed and gaped open his asshole lewdly at
me as I played with it. "Fuckr mr grrr," he tried to talk, almost
incoherent, and I slid my cockhead further in, his asshole now as open as a
mouth waiting to be fed.


He closed his eyes and I slid my cock into his rectum, slowly pushing in
and out to stimulate all the nerves I could reach, then letting his asshole
go, I began twisting his nipples with my lube-wet fingers, twisting and
pinching them as he cried out and began shuddering, almost spasming from
all the sensation. I pushed deeper and deeper in his wide-open hole,
feeling him open up to me, with no pressure back as my long cock entered
his colon. Finally he opened his eyes, gasping, "my god, that was a popper
rush" he whispered, coming to, and I then rammed my cock to the hilt inside
him, a big smack sound, and he gasped as his balls squashed against my
belly, his fat cock rubbing against the precum-wet cockhair of his crotch
and belly. I took the popper-soaked towel and held it over his mouth now
for two inhalations, and began a wonderful deep, slow fuck as he drifted
off into complete sexual bliss.


I was fucking in deep strokes now, his asshole completely relaxed, and I
felt every inch of his rectum and lower colon practically suck and beg me
to abuse it. The red flush played over his body again, and I continued
fucking now, a slightly harder pace, and let his nipples go and took a hold
of his cock, thumbs sliding along the bottom of his shaft, fingers on the
top side. I slid my thumbs up to the rim of his cockhead, and with each ram
of my cock in his asshole I ground my thumb in under the rim of his
cockhead, around in the exquisitely sensitive rim, and got a rhythm going
with that over driving fuck and jack for Peter. It was just too much, the
poppers, the fucking now, he flailed at me, trying to stop my jacking him
off. Ahh, time for more poppers. I simply laid the popper-soaked towel over
his mouth, a look of teary fright and bliss coming over his eyes, and he
inhaled less and less deeply as the reddish flush took over his entire
body, even his eyes becoming bright red.


He began shuddering, now almost 20 minutes into fucking, and giving him a
break, I pulled the towel away. His cock was shooting small rivulets of cum
with each thrust of my own cock and with the grinding of my thumbs along
his shaft, and I was building quite a pool of cum on his belly, the clear
precum pooling around the center thick white goo. Peter never quite came in
big shots as he had earlier, but seemed to be suspended in an infinite
cum-drooling orgasm that pulsed over his whole body as I fucked and fucked
his hungry hole. Peter was drenched in sweat now as he came down off the
third popper high, and he must have realized his entire body was cumming
from head to toe as he looked and saw all the cum on his belly. He began a
low groan, trying to talk, "shhh baby, don't try to talk yet. Just ride the
fuck out." I cooed, and letting his cock go for a second, gave the towel a
final douse of the poppers.


I held it for him to take three deep breaths, mouth wide open, and as it
hit him, I put the towel to one side. He began riding the fuckwave going
through his body, and I slowly pulled my fuckmeat out of his hole as I
greased up my hands again. Peter looked uncomprehendingly as I slowly
pushed fingers into his hole, and with his relaxed state, I popped my right
hand in his hole, all but my thumb, quite easily. "Oh!" I said, "Oh!" and
Peter began shaking again. I pushed my cock in beside my fingers, now
almost jacking myself off in his hole. I took my left hand and started deep
milking of his cockshaft, and Peter tried to reach down with shaking hands,
but I put them on his nipples and helped him pinch slightly. I continued
milking his cock until he shrieked and yelled, huge gobs of cum now pulsing
out of his thick meat while I whispered to him that I was going to fill his
ass.


I leaned over and kissed him, removing my hand and teasing his nipples as I
began cumming, a half-dozen pulses of cumjuice in his hungry asshole, and
Peter slowly put his hands around me as he continued to be wracked with a
now dry orgasm, twitching and groaning, his legs freed to wrap around me as
he bucked against me slowly. I held onto him as I enjoyed my own release in
his ass, and I slowly let more and more weight on him, resting in his arms
as his poppers came down, and before I knew it, I was actually asleep like
that on top of him, deep in his asshole -- and he woke me with his snoring!
I don't know how long we were in that position, but, actually, it wasn't
uncomfortable except for the fact that my belly was glued to his with cum.
Peter started "I have never been..." and I put my finger to his lips, "no
thinking Doc. Roll with me."


And we rolled to one side, and I rolled Peter around and wrapped my arms
around him, kissing his neck. It was midnight, and even though we were both
horny, sleep overtook us until around 2am, when I couldn't help myself, and
attacked his cock, sucking a load out of it before I ran to the bathroom.
Peter was half asleep the whole time! The next morning, 6am, alarm get us
up, and Peter and I shower separately after jacking each other off. It was
a hot date, to say the least, and I had to literally run away by taxi to
get to my hotel to get my stuff for my flight. Peter did go off to
Afghanistan that weekend, and he was gone a long, long time. We kept in
contact, and saw each other a few more times and it was always the same hot
spark -- excited by hot thick masculine bodies, smart talk, great food,
workout, and being on a wonderful date. Even though I don't "Date on the
first fuck!"

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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
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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.