Date: Fri, 31 Jul 2015 10:49:05 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Heft

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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*Heft*

I was in DC by myself, in Annie's Paramount Steakhouse sitting reading my
iPad and nibbling at Salad, New York Strip, and loaded baked potato,
noticing a handsome man staring at me. I was in a good mood (as usual when
eating), and winked at him. He winked back, and smiled and we flirted for a
second. He hadn't started eating, so I spoke to my waiter, and invited him
over. His name was "Gerry with a G", worked in management at the US Postal
Service, and was, well, hot. He had pale brown hair, a beautiful thick
beard, high on his cheeks, deep brown eyes, and to my professional eyes a
#3.5 clip, with a light widow's peak. His shoulders were amazing in his
polo shirt, big thick arms, fur cascading out of the little buttons at the
neck, and an overall thick, blocky body.

We chatted for a moment, and his dinner came, and it was, well, let say
'not high in carbs'. We both were eating and talking about our families in
DC area, and somehow food came up. He looked at me, and kind of sighed,
about having a body like mine at my age, how he was surprised I talked to
him. He was on yet another diet, trying to look more 'marketable', which
made me feel a little odd. "You do know, you're incredibly sexy, don't
you?" Gerry with a 'G' was startled. "But I thought..." he began, and I
finished "Bodybuilders only liked others with outrageous muscles." He was
briefly silent, slightly unhappy looking, and I continued. "I can talk
about astrology, crystals, and how awful vaccinations are." I grinned. "The
Global Warming Hoax?"

We both began laughing as I continued becoming sillier. He felt, well, felt
that he had been rejected by muscle guys in the past, and became
tongue-tied. "Don't worry." But Gerry was so, heavy. "Gerry, my feeling is
that as men get more masculine and mature, they thicken all over... it's sexy
to me when it's healthy." Our conversation swayed off to diet, appetite,
and I began calculating how to get him out of weight obsession into sex
obsession. I held out my hand and took his, and I actually gasped. Have you
ever put you hand in another man's hand and it was so big, you felt like a
kid? Gerry had huge thick hands, broad fingers, short nail bed, and they
were wide enough that my hand could almost wrap in them. My turn to be
tongue-tied, I couldn't believe that I was getting turned on by
thick-fingered hands. "If you were a Lesbian," I joked, "I'd call you
well-hung!"

He laughed. "Joe, I don't need to be a Lesbian for you to call me that."
His eyes twinkled. I wrapped my head around it and got a boner. He was
flirting finally! I leaned over, and in a confidential air, said "Gerry,
you know, I love a huge guy on me with a heavy hung cock down my throat,
and an enormous hairy belly on my face. Fucking my throat, belly slapping
me, completely engulfed in him." Gerry smiled, "Well, that's direct."
"Gerry," I continued, "The only think I like nearly as much is a big wide
ass slowly lowered over my trembling mouth, hole poised on my lips, my face
buried in the furry ass as I suck and strain to enjoy deep rimming." Gerry
leaned over, and was more aggressive. "Joe, if we did that, I might bruise
your throat with my fat balls bouncing off you while I'm jacking off. Being
sucked, or rimmed!"

We both continued on, more outrageous statements and flirting until I was
aware I was about to wet my pants. "Pardon me, I have to do something." I
said, and quickly excused myself to the bathroom. Not a moment later, Gerry
came in after me, grinning. We stood side by side at the urinal, and I saw
Gerry's arm making a jacking motion as I pissed like a horse, then Gerry
stood back slightly from the urinal. My mouth went dry. As big as his hands
were, his cock was too big to get his hand around, and he stood there
pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head, snapping over the wide
flange as he did so. "Can you smell it Joe, you've got me excited!" he
said, and I saw that the head of his cock was dripping wet, and I could
actually smell the precum even from a few feet away.

He continued to jack off, saying "It's going to get longer now." Now
usually, when I flirt with guys and am outrageous with my cock or muscles,
they turn into Zombies and I can tell them anything I want to do, and they
do it. I've practically patented it. But, I have to say, at that point,
Gerry had me hypnotized. He must have been 6'3" or more, probably almost
270-300 lbs, big belly, huge ass, broad shoulders, and that cock! Fuck! I
walked back to the table in a daze, and when Gerry returned, grinning like
a kid, I said, "That's not fair. I can barely function now. You're my
fantasy man!" Gerry leaned over, "You like heft, Joe, all over huh?" I
nodded, and it was like a dream – a moment later we were outside the
restaurant walking to Gerry's townhouse nearby.

Before we walked in, I grabbed Gerry and hugged him, squeezing him tight,
and Gerry rubbed his cock against my belly – he had long legs. It felt like
a vacuum cleaner hose was in his pants. Gerry took my hand and walked me in
his house, and from the moment we got inside, we were kissing and pawing at
each other. I felt completely outclassed, and I didn't know why. Gerry
pulled my clothes off with zero resistance, or even help from me – I was
like big toy. When he saw my muscles, he immediately groaned, and squeezed
and kissed me all over. We were at the bottom of some stairs groping each
other, and Gerry kneeled, looking up and stroking all my muscles as he
begged me to flex and turn. I did my standard contest poses as Gerry,
open-mouthed watched, "You are a god!" as I thought about his huge hefty
naked body waiting for me.

It seemed like we were there a half hour, my playing to his muscle worship
to the maximum, only shirtless! What happens when we get naked! Gerry
finally took my hand again, and dragged me up the stairs – two rooms,
turned left and then into a front bedroom. I started taking his shirt off,
and he suddenly lunged at the light to dim the room, and he started
becoming shy. "Don't look!" he said, "I'm too fat, you are out of my
class!" I poked him in the belly and said "Shut the fuck up!" which
startled him. Before he knew it I had whipped his baggy polo off, and
exposed his big torso – his shoulders were wide like a wrestler, big meaty
arms, and light brown fur all over. He had the magic big belly, and big
thick chest. The classic look is "Barrel Chested" and I kissed him all over
while he stroked my back and muscles with his thick hands.

His nipples were sensitive, so I suckled on them for moments as he grunted,
gently sucking and grinding them between my teeth. His chest was thick
enough that I could take one of his pecs with both hands, squeeze it, and
then put the nipple and half the pec in my mouth. That way I could suck and
circle the nipple with my tongue, and pulling on his pec released some sexy
sensations to his chest muscle and upper body. He was so happy and I slowly
pulled him over to the bed. I pushed him back playfully, and he sat back. I
immediately turned around, his legs between mine, and grabbed his loafers,
throwing them to one side, peeling off his socks, and then turning around,
grabbed his belt. Immediately then again, he was shy, "wait, wait" he said,
putting his hands on mine, but I already had his jeans belt undone, and
popping the buttons open, slid them off quickly over his big chunky ass,
leaving him in a shapeless pair of strange boxers. Or was it.

He was completely mortified, and explained it was a kind of "hernia
prevention" setup. I immediately unvelcroed part of it and trying to peel
it off, it was impossible. We both paused, and he looked distinctly
unhappy. "Please don't be weird Joe." He begged, and then proceeded to undo
the setup. He undid one side, and one big ball fell down, then the other
side, and another big ball came down. If I hadn't thought he was too
conservative to do saline on his balls, I'd swear he had, but his balls
were simply too big for my mouth even. Had he not had a kind of truss, I
can see where the heft of his balls would have possible pulled and caused
some sort of inguinal hernia. At this point, picture Joe, still in his
jeans, shivering even in a hot room. I just had never seen balls that big.
The truss opened, he then pulled a final flap off, and out came his soft
cock.

It looked like a funnel. A big funnel. He was uncut, had a long foreskin,
but the base and his head were so wide it looked like a kitchen funnel made
out of flesh. There he was. Big roly-poly furry belly, deeply furry chest,
thick pecs, huge shoulders, unusually long arms, big-funnel-shaped cock,
monster balls, thick legs, huge spread ass, big feet. I took Gerry's hands,
and said that this was the best and most surprising sexy fucking dessert I
had ever had – ever ever! I lost all my superlatives. Again, his huge hands
made mine feel small. I got on my knees and massaged his feet – big guys
love it I've found – and kissed and kneaded them, popping all his toes. I
moved to his massive calves, up his huge thighs, peeled back his foreskin
to kiss the wet cockhead, cupped the balls one after the other, then ran my
hands all over his belly kneading the thick skin.

Back up to his chest, until I was crawling up on him, literally, and then
began kissing moving around until we were side-by-side kissing like crazy
as I stroked his huge thick body. I wasn't aware but I hadn't even taken my
own pants off. Gerry pushed me off him, then standing, so I could truly see
his big body, pulled my own shoes off, pants, and underwear. I was stiff as
a board, and said "I feel so outclassed, I'm big but you are Biiiiig."
Gerry laughed and stroked my cock with his big hand, and leaning over,
slurped it in his mouth. What a sensation – there is nothing like a big
wide mouth sucking on your cock, and he knew what he was doing – up and
down the shaft, sucking the shaft like a corncob, playing with the tip with
his tongue, rolling all around the sensitive parts, but above all setting
up a huge vacuum with his hot wet cavernous mouth and pushing it into his
throat effortlessly. Fuck, it was magnificent watching this big man work me
over.

Gerry gently spread my legs and continued sucking me, fingering and pulling
on my balls, then further opening my legs and wetting a finger, rotating it
around my asshole, not pushing in but stimulating it wonderfully, tickling
almost. He continued on, feeling my muscles with his other hand, groaning
and squeezing all over – wonderful! It was a fantastic sensation, but I
wanted more of Gerry. I pushed him off and then reversing positions with
him, he was sitting on the bed as I stood before him. His cock was getting
hard, the head not pushing out quite, but definitely it was a thick long
piece of meat. I kneeled before him, and pushed my tongue into his
foreskin, as though I was rimming him. I licked inside it, and around
gently, then outside, stroking his balls with one hand as I started
squeezing the resilient shaft. It really felt like a rubber tire, so hard!

He got longer and longer, but his foreskin didn't really pull back, so I
wanted to stroke him more, so I pushed a finger in his foreskin. More and
more, his cock head was so broad, until like I was stroking an asshole, I
had a finger inside, rolling around while Gerry groaned. I patted his broad
belly with my other hand, and then pushed another finger in his foreskin.
It really was like an asshole! It opened slightly, and Gerry took my hand
suddenly, and with his other hand, stretched the foreskin out. He pushed
all four fingers inside his foreskin, and then he pushed at my thumb, which
popped in also. I was about to faint. I had half my hand inside his
foreskin, fingers stroking in a circle around his cockhead as he groaned
and pushed against me. I was riveted, the sensation of my hand docking his
cock (the first time I thanked my parents for giving me small hands) and
playing with the handful of fat cockhead.

I stroked his cockhead as he continued to pull on his foreskin, until I
decided to go a step further. His cock was almost 9 inches long by now I
guessed, about half my forearm as I held his balls and enjoyed the heft of
his meat. Standing now, my hand back inside his foreskin, I took my
circumcised cock and pushed my cockhead inside his foreskin at the top, my
fingers now stroking both of our head, when to my utter surprise, there was
a huge rush in my groin. I bucked instantly, and before I knew it, my cock
was gushing cum all over his cockhead inside his foreskin. Spurt after
spurt filled his foreskin, which I used to jack off only his head as Gerry
laughed, and pulled his foreskin out further over my hand as I shivered and
bucked, still coming almost purely from the excitement. I NEVER cum that
fast! My mind was just completely overloaded with his hefty fat body, fat
cock, everything...

Gasping, I pulled my dripping cock out of his foreskin, and Gerry put his
thick hands on my shoulders, and pushed me back to my knees. I knew what
was going to happen – I told it to Gerry – but I was facing the moment. He
put a hand on the back of my head, and pushed my mouth to his huge cock.
Even 10" long now, his foreskin still was over the head, and as I touched
it with my lips, he pulled it back to release a gush of my own cum in my
mouth. I sucked and swallowed it, and opening my mouth as wide as I could,
took more and more of his meat into my mouth, feeling the pressure in my
mouth cavity. My tongue was not going to roll around this cockhead, there
was nothing subtle. Gerry continued to push as I valiantly tried to suck
the meat, but finally the moment arrived when his cockhead was at my throat
opening. He simply continued to push, bearing down hard on my head.

I was afraid of hurting him, but he popped my throat open without getting
overly squeezed or scratched by my teeth, and simply pushed in one stroke
all the way into my throat until my face was in the fat bush at the base of
his meat. He had been leaning back in the bed, and as I was impaled on his
cock, he now stood up, and holding his belly, teased me. He controlled my
head completely fucking me down on his cock, but no belly until finally,
face buried again to the hilt, he let his belly drop and smacked me right
on the head. I was literally buried in him, mouth and throat stretched to
the maximum as he slowly bent over and began fucking my face – hard! I
finally reached and tapped his massive ass, I had to breathe! He let me
slowly gasp and catch some breath, then promptly shoved my mouth back on
his huge cock and continued now fucking me, holding my shoulders as he
pounded my face, his balls banging into my throat, his belly on my face.

What can I say at this point, I was almost unconscious with excitement,
completely overwhelmed and used by this fucker. Gerry began talking to me
as he fucked my throat – "like that fat daddy dick muscleman? Like choking
on it don't you. Muscleman wants fat daddy to use him and fuck him
senseless. Love that muscledaddy. Choke on my fucking cock now, feel my fat
belly stud." I was gasping and, indeed, gagging on his cock – thought I was
trained! I had to stop jacking myself off because it was so exciting and I
was so close to cumming. He continued with the onslaught, holding my head
as he pummeled me – "you're going to eat my cock until I force feed you a
big load of protein fucker, you're going to get it in your mouth and in
your throat. Want that? Bet you do but can't talk fucker."

With that he had a few particularly hard jabs into my mouth, and I found
that I was really completely at the mercy of this fat fucker. I gradually
relaxed as he used my mouth and throat the way most guys would use a
'fleshlight', fucking me with a fury. He was definitely completely getting
off on using a giant bodybuilder as a toy, one who was clearly turned on
and frantic to have his big furry body – feel it, feel the fur, the big
thick layers of flesh, and enjoy the masculinity surrounding him. We paused
for a moment as I gasped, my throat zinging with the feeling of the cock
that just pulled out, and we both laughed as I kind of opened and closed my
mouth like a fish. "Fuck Gerry, I, I..." I croaked, just in awe of his huge
thick body and fantastic fuck hose. His balls were still dangling, huge and
fleshy, and I stroked them lovingly as I licked the sensitive tip of his
cockhead.

He asked "ready?" and without waiting for a reply, pushed my head back on
his beautifully responsive long cock, and I swallowed and sucked at the
meaty head as he slid it back into my throat again. I wrapped my arms
around his huge thighs, and held on as he fucked the hell out of my throat,
and I felt him lean over and try to reach my cock to jack me off. He paused
for a moment in an awkward position, then I felt him pull out of my throat
again. I began to talk, but only kind of clicks or cracks came out, I had
ruined my vocal cords – again! I took a swig of water, and Gerry said,
"Need a break on that throat, come here big man!" and stood on the bed, a
magnificent piece of daddy beef. I got on the bed to his direction, and he
grabbed the headboard to balance, and slowly lowered his huge furry ass to
my mouth.

For his size, he was agile, and he was able to squat and tickle his asshole
on my mouth, where I struggled to reach my tongue out to lick and push into
his hairy hole. He paused, and then slowly sat down and I knew what was
coming. His asshole was only my lips, and my face was engulfed by his hairy
asscheeks as he began jerking off – his balls banging on my forehead. He
began a slow sleazy grind on my mouth, and since I couldn't breathe he kept
having to bob up so I could gasp. He took time to drop balls into my mouth
occasionally, and I realized that in a moment, I would be coming from all
this activity. I whispered "gonna cum fucker" to him, and he turned his
thick bulky body around, and on his hands and knees lowered his cock back
to my mouth, and in this position, slid it perfectly back in.

I bobbed my head, but it didn't matter. He slid forward and started
pistoning his cock all the way in, and out of my throat. At the same time
he grabbed my cock with one hand, and as his belly flopped over my mouth
and chest, he began sucking on my cock. He was an expert. I was shaking in
no time as all the meat of my cockhead was lasciviously slurped and
squeezed around his mouth, and he began deepthroating me as much as I was
him. I was literally vibrating now and thrusting my hips up uncontrollably,
I screamed (or tried to) and my cum began bubbling up through my own faucet
straight into his mouth. He didn't flinch or turn away, but redoubled his
suck effort on me, burying my cock deep in his mouth, furry beard pressed
to my groin, and suddenly I felt his own cock get steel hard in my mouth.

It was exciting, feeling him begin to thrust in short jerks, and then a
tiny gush of cum. I was still groaning and thrusting my cock into his mouth
as he continued sucking spurts out of me, when the next gush of cum came
out of his cock which seemed to get even thicker and harder – I didn't see
how I could take my throat expanding any more. He then thrust violently
hard into me, and gushing wave after wave of cum in my throat, he seized my
cock with even more force, sucking harder until I couldn't take it! I was
thrashing under him, but I couldn't get leverage – almost 300lbs of beef on
top of me cock down my throat, and I realized I was going to lose it in a
moment. I thrashed more and more weakly as I got tired and lost my
breathing, until he slowly pulled his steel-like rod from my throat,
letting a few more huge gushes of cum come out while I inhaled through my
nose, frantic for air.

I swallowed the last of his bitter cum, my own cock almost numb from the
sucking and stimulation, until we both rolled over on our sides, still in a
69, and Gerry rolled around to face me. If I thought he was a hot fucker,
it was nothing compared to his cuddling – huge body wrapped around mine,
holding and squeezing me. He continued to kiss me all over – from eyebrows
and Adam's apple to my bellybutton and licked and chewed my feet. I still
could only whisper, no matter how much water I took. I laughed quite hard
as we cuddled and I thought about my poor destroyed throat. Cuddling for a
half hour, Gerry then begged to get away because he was due to meet friends
for drinks. I winked and whispered "they will enjoy the 'cum-eating' grin
on your face baby."

He got me another glass of water, and was slightly worried about my voice.
He then looked at me and began apologizing. I was completely nonplussed!
"What about?" I whispered, and he looked so unhappy. He had not had great
experiences talking to men like me – "Bodybuilders..." I interjected – and he
almost thought I was making fun of him, even up to when we were naked. But
I was not snide, or one-sided, but affectionate, comfortable, and genuinely
turned on by him, and he felt he took out his aggressions too much. "Not at
all!" I whispered, thinking about how he had destroyed my larynx, but in a
nice way. He looked distinctly unhappy, and I went over, put my arms around
him, gave him a big juicy kiss and tickled him until he had to grab my
hands, laughing. "You only get one 'oh poor me' per meeting Gerry!" I said,
kissing him again.

We hugged again, and I felt him relax in my arms and squeeze me like he'd
never let me go. Wonderful. To this day, I've not had such a fat sexy
fucker – not just thick and beautiful, but affectionate and thoughtful.
What a dream catch. Gerry is still on my hotlist for visits to DC, and
we've had many amazing times. And I have to admit – if I thought his cock
was great to suck on, getting fucked was an entirely new mindblowing realm
with the stretching he did while focusing so intensely on kissing and
really making love. What a man!

——

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.