Date: Sat, 04 Jul 2015 18:00:08 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Lift

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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changed the names of individuals and places, I may have changed some
identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties,
occupations and places of residence. Names, characters, businesses, places,
events and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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*Lift*

So, I had arranged a gym date with Curly, my furry youngish Persian friend
– well, really Sami – and I had kind of positioned it as trying to get him
happier about his body. He was covered with beautiful curly hairy, front
and back, and while to most guys he looked very thick built and masculine,
he just was not happy with his build, not at all. He worried about his
chest, his pecs, his ass – my god, he had a huge hairy ass that was unreal
– well, and as I found out previously, there was more going on there than
just not being happy; some odd interactions with Dad & Mom who apparently,
before divorcing, developed an intense dislike for his being an ape. Well.
Anyway. Sami arrived on time, perfect! Before we went to the gym, I made
Sami show me what he would work out in. He put on a pair of shorts sort of
things that hung down below his knees, and then a completely formless
shirt. Sami could only choose clothes that made him look lumpy. I needed to
give him confidence.

I decided to take him to American Apparel for at least some simple easy
stuff that would make him more comfortable. I bundled him off into a cab
with gym bags. Just being close to rush hour, the drive to Georgetown to
the store was torture, but I talked to him about gym, diet, trying to
channel my inner trainer. In the store, I headed Sami straight for the
women's section, to his complete and total horror. Really, you had thought
I had thrown a drink in his face. I patiently explained that guys with big
hips and legs did much better in women's sportswear than men's. He looked
at me, unconvinced. I got a pair of cotton jersey shorts, a bit of Lycra in
them, a tie top, and tried them on, coming out. Women's Medium fit me
perfectly, my quads fit well, and the waist is around the right size.
Sami's eyes bugged out. "You don't look girly!" He said, shocked. "Of
course not. Your turn!"

I got a larger pair for him, and he put them on. He walked out of the
dressing room grinning like a fool. His quads flexed and bounced under the
thin jersey, his ass flexed and bounced, and the waist was not pulling in
tight, but there was one problem. His huge cock and balls looked slightly
obscene. Therefore: perfect. "Wow, this the first time the thighs fit and
the waist fits!" Sami said, slightly amazed. "It's a trick I learned from a
huge daddy bear years ago. If you don't have snake hips, buy in the women's
section." I convinced him to buy a few pairs of different shorts, some
calf-high white socks, and then I turned attention to the top. We paid and
exited, because I remembered seeing a Nike shop which I dragged him into.
"You will be unhappy, but keep quiet." I instructed. You can't buy men's
chest sizes in women's area, but I steered him to "compression" tanktops
and teeshirts.

Getting an XL size, I kind of unrolled it on his torso, and being super
tight it squeezed all the bulges and flesh into a firm, not saggy shape.
Poor Sami. His eyes were really bugging out in the mirror looking at a more
V-shaped torso even in his shapeless jeans. And I looked at the fur
bursting out the neck, arms, legs, everywhere. Delicious. We paid and got a
cab to Gold's gym Ballston, a bit far away but better for training that
Results. Sami put on his new clothes... I thought Sami would cry looking at
himself in the lockerroom, looking like a huge hairy powerlifter. My
confidence boost worked – for the moment. After changing, we went to the
workout floor downstairs, past a lot of men watching as we walked, Sami
whispered nervously "Everyone's looking! They all look like professional
bodybuilders! I feel like, I'm too fat to work out..."

On the workout floor, I put my hands on his shoulders, "Sami, everyone's
looking because you are audibly hairy, you have what looks like a Chihuahua
shoved in your skin-thin shorts, and you radiate being happy. Nobody here
is a professional bodybuilder. Put a cork in it!" Sami looked surprised at
my aggressiveness and watched people watching me too, which he remarked
upon and calmed him. I decided I didn't want to kill him, so I took him
through half my chest/bi workout lifting routine. First we lifted to find
his one rep max limit, and I noted in my own notebook (forgot to get him
one), took 60% and I took him through Chest incline, press, and decline,
four sets of 12-15 reps each, and on the last exercise did a triple drop
set.

Sami struggled, but some inner competitiveness kicked in and he pushed
himself to do everything I threw at him. It was hard not to get him to
recruit his deltoids on the fly machine, so I constantly had to hold him
against the machine, chin up, shoulders back. "Yes Dad" he groaned as I
repeated myself yet again, so I sat down, and had him squeeze my pecs. I
wear a '70's style string minimal tank top with basically my chest fully
exposed, so his bare hand (get Sami gloves: note) were on my chest as I
flexed it. I love torture. Sami got very quiet as the sexual feeling of my
chest flexing and bouncing in his hand worked its way to his crotch. I sat
him down and did the same thing, feeling his thick pec in my hand, and he
understood soundlessly why this was so fucking fun, looking me in the eye
the way a lover looks at you when you fuck him deeply in the ass.

As he went along more easily through the exercise, I leaned over and gave
him a big kiss as a reward after each set. At first, he was nervous, and
asked if it was a gay gym. "Sami, there is no such thing as a Straight
Gym." I said. He relaxed more and more. Finally, took him through biceps.
He grasped why mine were 22", when I had to help him through a fraction of
the weight I took. His confidence sagged slightly at that point, and then I
bundled him off to an elliptical machine for 20 minutes as I finished my
own workout, which was only 50% finished. I harvested a sweat-drenched Sami
and hustled him to the shower room, and he stared at me. "You are barely
sweating!" He said, "I look like I took a shower!" – I told him I almost
never sweated, and suddenly he realized that not only did I not really
sweat, "I can't even smell you!" I grinned and told Sami I was a space
alien, so get over it.

In the locker room, I helped peel him out of his compression sleeveless
tank, pausing to drool over his huge furry shoulders. He glanced at the
mirror and gasped for a second. I stood by him and he flexed his pec
slightly – "It's very sore!" He sighed – and it bounced. I flexed mine and
it bounced. Now that's an ego boost. We were both flexing and bouncing our
pecs like insane clowns, and Sami turned sideways. I said "Try this!" and
holding his hands, crossed them, making fists. One hand I opened and put on
the wrist of the other, and turning his torso more sideways, said "now flex
those fuckers, and press down one hand, up with the other." His thick pecs
flexed up, his pumped biceps popped up a bit, and he grunted, shaking
slightly as he strained, looking in the mirror, transfixed. "Lift your
chest, Sami, more!" I said, and stood beside him, demonstrating the pose.

Sami did as instructed and finally exploded with breath, gasping. "I think
you need to breathe next time!" I laughed, and he tried posing from the
other side. It was amazing what a little workout would do for his
confidence. "You hungry?" I asked, "I feel like Sashimi." Sami was about to
walk into the shower wearing his underwear. "No. Off." Sami looked
miserable. He took his (black, I noted, improvement from our first visit)
underwear off, and holding his hands over his crotch shamefully went in the
shower area with me. There is no catnip for me quite as good as shame, so I
grabbed gobsful of liquid soap and went to town over Sami, soaping his
furry back up, lifting his arms as his thickening cock bobbed slightly, put
his hands on the wall on the side of the shower stall, and washed him from
head to toe – alone, thank god.

It was wonderful feeling all his wet fur in my hands, and being very
careful, I washed his cock and balls while Sami whimpered, until he
couldn't take the scene anymore and ran to a stall on one side, and ripped
the curtain shut. His cock had thickened, looking like a third leg hanging
down, and it was too scary for him. I saw his silhouette as he jacked off
furiously in the shower, and as I was drying off he emerged, slightly
flustered, clean, and looking quite happy. We headed out and I suddenly
thought that Sushi Taro was the best place to go, but that was back up in
Dupont Circle – maybe we should have gone to Results gym. It was tail end
of rush hour and a taxi was not going to happen. Sami said "wait a minute",
and on his phone called for what I thought was a Taxi.

We got a protein drink and waited 15 minutes, and then he got a text
message. We went out of the gym, and there was a Taxi, and we got in with
our bags, when inside the taxi I heard "Sami, how are you, what are you
doing at a gym son!" and looking at the driver, there was an paradoxical
older twin brother of Sami. Mostly bald, but curly beard, curly super hairy
arms, very thick torso, glasses, big smile. "Papa, can we go to Dupont
Circle, 17th & P?" Sami asked. "Sure baby boy, you going to get big and
huge? Who is your friend Sami?" "Papa he's my trainer friend Joe!" "Sami,
he's a trainer, he's an awful lot older than you!" And at that departure
point I introduced myself. Daddy had jet black eyes, and looked at me and
winked knowingly.

Traffic was not so heavy, and chatting about his exercises excitedly, Sami
was really happy – confidence, having someone pay attention to him, and his
Papa was laughing and chatting away with him, shifting to Farsi momentarily
as we neared Dupont Circle. "I will be careful Papa, don't you worry!" Sami
said, hopping out of the car for dinner. Dinner was pure protein, low carb,
and very low fat as Sami talked excitedly about how working out was not as
awful as he thought it would be. After dinner, we walked back to my hotel,
and as we walked in the room, Sami almost tackled me! He was all over me
kissing and hugging, incredibly happy and affectionate. "You really like
me, don't you!" he said, and practically ripped my clothes off, feeling me
and squeezing me all over.

I had to tackle him to get his clothes off, and this time with no
hesitation, unlike our first visit. When I was naked and hard, Sami grabbed
me and dragged me into the bathroom, and made me pose with him, our hardons
sticking out and dripping as he gasped and watched, his eyes so hungry to
see a sexy body where he hadn't ever seen one before. I picked him up and
set him on the countertop, and took a bottle of hand lotion and squeezed it
so hard the top popped of and a giant blob of lotion flopped on his
magnificent cock and balls, and I started jacking him with both hands as he
held onto me, kissing so hungrily it hurt. I clasped my hands together,
fingers intertwined, and inserting his cock underneath slid it up until the
head popped between my thumbs and forefingers.

My hand was basically a fleshlight, and holding onto his fat long shaft, I
started jacking him hard, his balls slapping painfully against the marble
countertop. I didn't want subtlety, I didn't want a long experimental sex,
I wanted fast food explosive crazy fuck sex right now and slamming on his
cock like a demon, his hips started bucking and in 10 minutes I had him
barking out sounds. Suddenly a jet of cum shot onto my chest, and another.
I grabbed the shaft of his cock with both hands now, twisting and squeezing
it as the cum shot in gouts, another two now spritzing in my mouth. I held
his cock up to his chest, and noticed that the head nestled beautifully
between his tits in the hairy cleft as he pumped out another couple of
spoonfuls of cum.

I pushed his tits together, his cock in between, pinching his nipples as he
yowled and shot a battery of cum now, rapid pulses of less and less juice
until he grabbed my hands and begged me to stop. Fuck, I wanted his asshole
so bad now. "Sami, I need to fuck you bad." Sami looked at me, "Uncle Joe,
I want you to show me how to get fucked!" I looked at Sami, who was still
shaking, covered in gobs of cum as I was, his big fat cock now resting up
over his huge hairy thigh, and I lifted his massive size-15 feet up and got
them on the counter, his legs spread. His pink asshole was right near the
counter edge and I scooted him forward gently, until I could bury my face
in his hairy ass again. You have no idea how wonderful that feels! I began
licking and sucking his asshole to make him fuck horny, and playing with
his nipples, I began to roll my tongue around the opening, poking in gently.

Sami moaned slightly, and as I pinched and massaged his nipples, I felt his
fat cock bounce up against my arm. I pressed my face in deeper into his
hole, sucking on the rim now, drool spatting on the hard floor as I found I
couldn't resist my reflex to drool when eating ass. Sami's cock slid along
my arm as it hardened, and it curved and popped back up over his round
belly and nestled again in the fur between his thick tits. I looked up and
gasped, realizing that Sami's cock was big and long enough that, shit, it
was only inches from his chin. I put my spit-wet face back in his ass,
sucking and licking, and then pulling back told Sami to get in bed, Uncle
Joe would be fucking soon. He ran off to the bed, and I jumped in, we were
both so excited.

I got my sex kit out of the drawer, and pushed Sami down on the bed, with a
bottle of lube in my hand. He was grinning like a fool, and he said he
couldn't believe how excited he was! I asked him if he had been fucked
before, and he said "only..." and then smiled coyly, and grabbed his legs and
lifted his knees. His hairy asshole was winking at me, and I proceeded to
lube up the wet pink hole, getting it nice and juicy, even pushing the lube
bottle in to juice him inside. "Up on your knees Sami, I want to see that
big hairy ass!" and he rolled over quickly. I pulled him to the edge of the
bed, looking at that  magnificent huge hairy ass, and positioning my cock
at the entrance, I said, "Now push and..." but Sami interrupted me "I know
Uncle Joe!" and I slid in him like a knife in hot butter. Fuck!

His asshole was hot as a furnace, and my cock was instantly engulfed in
juicy hot rectum. Sami groaned and squealed, arching his back to push his
ass further down on my ass and as I slammed to the bottom, his huge hairy
butt pressed to my groin. His ass as huge as it was hard as a rock, and it
felt obscenely sexy as I pushed all the way in past his inner hole into his
guts, fucking away in short hard jerks. Sami began bellowing to "Fuck him
Daddy" as I took a hold of Sami's ass, and pulled him onto my cock, and as
with the nonstop non-elegant jackoff, I pounded his ass against my cock,
fucking him as hard as I could – with a cushion like that I could fuck all
day comfortably. We got into a hot grunting slamming groove as the bed
started shaking and banging against the wall, and I realized I was yelling
at Sami to take that fucking Daddy cock deep as he reached around and
stretched his asscheeks apart, the bed banging against the wall.

I heard sharp knocks on the wall, and burst out laughing, and became
gentler, then told Sami to get on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed
as Sami frantically got on all fours and backed up against me, my cock
sliding in his slick fuckhole and he started rocking and slamming back
against me until I had to go over to a chair to avoid the wall banging.
Sami was literally groveling now fucking on me, whining as he yelled "Fuck
me Daddy!" and took all I could give, and them some. His amazingly huge
cock was swinging and banging against my legs along with his balls, so I
reached down and started massaging both as he snuggled his ass in my groin,
slamming his hole deep on my cock. Fuck it was hot stroking his long
fucktube, squeezing his balls as he yelped.

I poured some lube on his cockshaft and started pulling him backwards
sharply, jacking him off, and as I began nearing my own orgasm after a
half-hour of fucking, I started fwapping him very hard, and he began
yelling louder and louder until he began gushing cream into my hand,
setting me off to pour cum in his deep asscunt. He began screaming "Papa,"
then something in Farsi, which I put ice through my veins again – Sami had
absolutely been fucking with his Dad! Fuck I was gushing, shaking as he
kept jamming on my hole screaming while he literally pissed semen out his
cock, until he slowed slightly being fucked, then rested, my cock deep
inside him, huffing and puffing on the floor. "Fuck, gym makes your horny
baby boy!" I said, amazed at his stamina.

He got up off the floor, rug burns on his knees, and putting his arms
around my legs, collapsed in my lap. I stroked his curly hairy, all the fur
on his back and shoulders, looking like an incredibly sexy faun paying his
respects to me. I lifted him up and helped him into the bed, drawing only a
sheet over his sweaty body, and wrapped my arms around him tightly as he
curled up against me. My hands were drawn to his cock as I whispered in his
ear, "Sami, how long have you had sex with your dad?" Sami turned slightly
rigid, then relaxed, and said nothing. I gave him room to think what to
say. "Well..." he began. "Mama left Papa when I was 12." I squeezed him
tighter, and kissed the back of his hairy neck. "Papa and Mama had big
fights. At night. All I remember was her screaming dirty hairy ape at him.
'You and your son, dirty hairy ape.' He wanted dirty sexy all the time. It
hurt her pelvic."

I squeezed Sami again. I heard him gulp a little. "It's OK Sami, you know
it's ok to talk with me." I said. Sami said the next day he came home from
school and Mama was away. Papa was sitting in his underwear, he had a late
shift Taxi driving, looking unhappy. Sami put his arms around his big Papa,
hugging him, feeling all the fur from his Papa, and he thought, "I want to
be an ape like Papa." His dad hugged him, and put him on his knee, and told
him that Mama had gone. The next few weeks were difficult, but Sami and
Papa adjusted slowly. Then there was September 2001. Sami was sent home
from school, and he and Papa watched TV the whole day, looking at the
Pentagon, and the World Trade Center over and over again. That night, Sami
couldn't sleep, and was scared to death. He crawled into bed with Papa, and
found out to his shock that Papa slept naked.

Papa barely reacted with Sami snuggling up with his furry body, and Sami
got out of bed, and took his own clothes off, and got back into bed. Papa
put his huge long arms around Sami, and hugged him, and the two of them
were all alone together, each worrying about the future in a different way.
That was the last night Sami and his Papa slept apart until Sami went to
University. I had been stroking Sami's cock the whole time he talked, and
he was rock hard again, and I pushed his cock against his belly, stroking
them together. Sami whispered, "and Papa stroked me just like you did, his
open hand against my belly, until my cock got hard. And he said 'Sami,
you're big just like Daddy, big ape!'" I kissed Sami, and held him as he
trembled. I crawled under the covers to see if I could get him to cum a
third time. I didn't know until later, that I was acting exactly as his
father had, but the next times I saw Sami, I learned more about the two of
them, and not just from being told.


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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.