Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2015 10:45:04 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Pad

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe

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I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories
of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances I have
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.

All photography of texbearjoe © 2015 by C.C. Brooks, ccbrooks79@yahoo.com

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*Pad*

There are so many gay bars in DC. I was out one night, and decided to try a
completely new one by 17th Street. Looked like a sweater bar, so I didn't
know how much I would fit in, but what the hell. BAM. The  noise hit me. I
kind of scanned the crowd – and it was crowded. Suddenly a spot opened at
the bar, and I wiggled in. A lot of people stared at me a bit – but more
like surprise or shock than interest, probably didn't get guys my size in
there than often. I ordered a glass of beer, and settled back to watch the
crowd, something I quite enjoy actually. Food for my imagination – who's
gay, who's not, who secretly is married, who has kids, which ones are from
DC, visitors, their stories. I looked around me and in the next seat was
such a sweet man.

He wasn't big built, a rather slight body, bald, with grey/black curly hair
on the sides. He had a beautiful beard and moustache, trimmed a bit to a
point, and indeed as a sweater bar, was in a soft grey sweater. And round
glasses. I imagined him being a professor somewhere, and while dressed very
conservatively, was a wildly oversexed guy, and had a stable of hot guys
who were devoted to him, and he knew exactly how to give them mind-blowing
orgasms. I smiled to myself staring at him, and he glanced at me. He looked
at me slowly head to toe, and grinned. I grinned back, and said "Hello
professor!" He smiled, and put a pad of paper on the bar, and wrote "Big
Man!"

I realized in a flash what was going on, and wrote on the pad quickly
"Hello Professor!" He raised his eyebrows, and wrote "good guess". We
continued to converse by pad, and I came to understand he was a professor
from Gallaudet University, English literature. I was helpless. One thing I
cannot resist at all in any way is a hot sexy academic. We continued to
converse somewhat awkwardly, but in some sense, with the noise in the bar,
it was actually more effective than screaming at each other. We got more
and more intense, so I began writing a wild version of Jabberwocky for him
- difficult to pronounce, but candy for the eyes of a literature professor.

Twat the muslyore so slighy boys
did spizzle thumbling grinning slayves
all wiggly were the bearloyves
and the shlongish claques outsplaed.

Bearwear Lee crustyjox my son!
The paws that refresh, the legs that flex!
Beware the mukluk terd,
and stungun the glutinous asswipecracks!

He took his cordle turgid bane in hand
Long time the hautfash hole he sot.
So rested he by the thumpbump three
and fruslayed awhile all taut.

And with a scushish taut he played
the crustyjock, with spunt hotroused
Came moistening through the buttoningfleys
and spunkled as it came.

In! Out! In! Out! and through and through
The cordled loaf went shoopsi-slahhhf
He pokayed it dead, and shot off his head
and went squibibbling off.

Hast though done my son, you jox?
Come on my chest, my chunknabrist toy
Oh sangisheet soleiday! Grunfoo! Ahwooeeeh!
He whindled in his abjoy.

Twat the muslyore so slighly boys
did spizzle thumbling grinning slayves
all wiggly were the bearfloyves
and the schlongish claques outsplaed.

He was open-mouthed with surprise, and as somehow the rest of the bar faded
away, he asked me if I'd like to come home with him. Did I! Fuck! He had a
car parked nearby (I was surprised, you try to park in DC), and we drove
further north, to Friendship Heights. He had a beautiful old house, and it
was absolutely stuffed with books. We didn't communicate except by winking
at each other and holding one hand while he drove, then back in the house,
he wordlessly led me upstairs. It had a wonderful old house smell of wood
and varnish, and his bedroom was a complete mess of books, TV (captioned)
and art. He held my hands and completely took over. He pulled my shirt off,
and then stroked the veins on my biceps, licking them then kissing me.

He kissed and licked my nipples, then took one of my tits in his hand,
squeezing them and starting to chew on my nipples. I groaned, and he looked
up at my eyes, but I was smiling. He began again, back and forth, grunting
himself as he went wild over my huge muscles. He undid my belt, and
kneeling, lifted my feet and took of each of my shoes, then socks, then
slid my pants off. He stood there stroking my muscles, turning me around,
then took me to a mirror and stroked my body looking at himself stroking
me. It was intensely sexy, and he kept giving small gasps as I flexed and
eventually I went through some poses for him. In a burst, he began tearing
and pulling his sweater off, then unbuttoning his plaid shirt, face buried
in my chest licking and kissing.

I put my arms around his head, squeezing muscles around him as he grunted
and shook slightly, then pulling his shirt off it was my turn to gasp. He
had an incredible runner's body – lean, no fat, and tiny black curls of
hair on his chest, sweeping up over his shoulders and back, and thickly
covering his belly. He pushed his face up along my chest, and then, finally
kissed – I realized it was the first time. He was tentative, then exploring
my mouth with his tongue, he pushed deeper and deeper, beginning to squeeze
my cock in my black shorts, and grunting again involuntarily almost feeling
my thick meat harden. He continued to kiss, more and more deeply, a
wonderful kisser. His hands roamed all over my body, and he waved them in
the air at one moment, and I realized he was almost unconsciously signing
something as he stroked me. I felt so frustrated that I didn't understand!

He burst into activity again, undoing his belt, and sliding off his khaki
trousers. He kicked his loafers across the room, and hopping on one foot
then the other stripped his socks off, leaving himself in a pair of long
white shorts. I reached out and squeezed his cock, not too big but perfect
to suck and play with comfortably. He moaned! The first sound I heard him
make! He crawled into bed slowly, and then began at my feet, squeezing and
licking them, sucking on my toes and playing with them. I was hard as a
rock, squirming as he worked his way up my legs with his mouth. He winked
at me, squeezing my calves, trying to get his hands around them –
impossible – and then stroked from my ankle to my calf, my foot in his
mouth as he sucked my toes.

He moved further up as I lay back in heaven, and he scratched his beard
inside my thighs and massaged my quads very professionally, getting deep
reach to the tendons then squeezing them from knee to hip without tickling.
Both legs were slowly worked over, my cock, now drooling slightly as he
moved up my sides. He took one hand, and moved to roll me over which I did,
and he then spread my legs gently, and snuffling around in my ass, licked
my asshole. The combination of his tongue flicking at my hole and his beard
tickling was irresistible, and I arched my back slightly. He pulled a
pillow up, and under my hips, and I bared my asshole up as he began his
oral assault. Licking around and around my hole, he flicked his tongue into
it, then with wet fingers, probed inside.

He slowly stretched it open, so he could get his tongue further and further
inside, slurping more around the anal canal and moaning slightly as he
evidently tasted my juices. He slowly, very slowly pushed two thumbs in,
and massaged the anal muscle, slurping more and more, then pulling back,
placed his mouth on my hole and with a tremendous suck vacuum, pulled on
the anus and the muscle hard. Wow! It tingled, and I'm sure he almost
pulled me inside out! While sucking now hard, he was slurping his tongue
around and around wonderfully, and I groaned. His hand darted to the small
of my back as I did, and I groaned again, and he stroked my belly beside
the bed. He slid his hands up my back, face still in my ass, and began
kneading my skin, feeling the tendons and muscles in my back, and slowly he
licked up my spine until he was lying on me, underwear against my ass as he
kneaded my traps.

I felt a pause, and he rolled off, and as I glanced over, he had pulled off
his underwear. Beautiful – an otter certainly – sleek fur from head to toe,
not bushy at his crotch. His cock was a fat fireplug sticking straight out
with a very red tip, and I knew where he wanted to put it. He came back,
continuing to knead the huge muscles in my back, and I felt him climb up on
me again, now his cock pressing against the crack in my ass. It was thick!
I felt him reach, and then cool lube was squirted against my ass, and he
rolled off my back to begin massaging my hole again. Much to my surprise,
after a moment, I felt a push into my hole, and then suddenly a burst of
tingling. He had a small vibrator, and was pushing it in my ass. I grunted
out loud and arched my back more, and he pushed the vibrator into my
asshole holding it as I pushed back.

Fuck! I felt the pillow get wet from my precum. I'd not had my asshole
worked and played with like this for some time, and loved it. He began
fucking me gently with the vibrator, and after a few moments, He climbed
back on me, and I felt his legs around my ass. He slowly pushed his cock
against my relaxed, open hole and I felt it stretch very wide. Fuck! He
popped past the anal ring, and I felt suddenly incredibly full, and
goosebumps covered me as I felt him begin fucking in and out of my asshole.
He began grunting as he fucked me, and I felt his hands gently touch my arm
muscles, and traps, all over my muscles as his fucking slowed, and he
ground into my hole very gently, moving his hips now from side-to-side
stimulating all of the inside of my ass and rectum, driving me wild,
frankly.

I slowly reared up, and he continued to fuck, until he was basically
standing on the bed with me on my hands and knees, as I tried to reach
around and jack myself off, but the pillow was still there. He slapped me
on my ass, and pulled out with a "whup" and jumped off the bed. Taking my
hands and nodding, he pulled me to a space in front of his closet, where
there was a mirror, and pushed me back on my hands and knees, ass in the
air. I watched as my furry professor pushed his cock back in my ass, and I
groaned as he grunted, and he began a much harder fuck, hard smacking
sounds filling the room as he punched into my ass. I began bucking back
against his ass and I closed my eyes and let my body fill with the feeling
of my ass stretching and filling with his fat cock.

He was an amazing fucker, and I felt him reach around, his furry chest
pressed to my back and he simply began squeezing and hugging me, hunching
his ass into me. I opened my eyes and watched him humping me like a dog,
and a deep groan erupted from me of fulfillment. He groaned back, and I
realized he could feel all my animal noises through my body. He kept
squeezing me tighter and tighter, and his hand reached around, fumbling for
my cock. He quickly licked his hand I saw in the mirror, and grabbing my
cock, started a slow stroke, in time with his humping me, my balls slapping
almost painfully against his hand as I felt his balls slap against my legs.
What a hot fuck we had, perfectly in synch, groaning and moaning against
each other, the only thing missing – his kisses.

I looked around at him hugging and fucking me, and reached and patted him
on the shoulder. I hated to interrupt, his eyes were closed, and he was
smiling as he fucked me, and looked so happy. I winked and nodded at him,
and he slowly stopped, and I flattened myself on the floor after he pulled
out. Flipping on my back, I spread my legs, and hooking my hands behind
them, he looked down, then in the mirror at his furry body, cock dripping
with sex, and he crouched, and slid his cock back in my wide open hole. He
hugged me again, and now I began kissing him while he fucked the hell out
of my, the angle now very different, and with the curve upward of his cock,
my prostate was rammed and massaged to within an inch of its life.

I was now pooling precum on my belly underneath him. I closed my eyes
again, grunting with each thrust as he was, lost in his furry kiss – his
small tongue flicking in my mouth, exploring as I did his, feeling his lips
pressed to mine, and his breath coming in huffs through his nose against my
moustache. He leaned back slightly, and grabbing my chest, made more grunt
sounds, and started squeezing and playing with my muscles, an amazing look
of delight on his face. Hugging me again, I felt my cock and prostate being
overloaded with fucking, and I wrapped my arms around him, suddenly,
grunting, and shot a load all over my belly. Pulsing with cum, I couldn't
help but to squeeze his cock with each jet coming out, and he looked down
and emitted an "oooh!" of delight.

He slowed, but I slapped his ass to keep fucking – not a problem! He began
slamming now harder, almost doing pushups against me slamming his fat cock
in my ass, just the right short length to hammer my prostate, and not a few
minutes later, I was slowly getting hard again with his hugging, humping
and kissing. He began grunting "ahh ahh ahh" in a strange, low voice, and I
knew he was on the verge, and suddenly he slammed into my ass, and I felt
him shiver and squeeze his body, exhaling in a grunted gasp, and suddenly I
felt spurts of cum in my ass. One. Two. Three... I stopped counting as he
began slamming in me again, and in a sudden burst, he jackhammered against
me, then collapsed in my arms, furry face buried in my neck.

I slowly lowered my legs, a bit long spread and up, and he popped out of my
ass, as I felt cum drip out. Slowly slowly I settled down on the floor, my
cock now raging hard, as he snuggled against me, his wet cock, drooling
against my groin. We sat there for moments, and then to his surprise, I
stood up, picked him up in my arms, and carried him to the bed, where we
snuggled again and began kissing. Sleep overtook him, and he snored for a
second in my arms, then I began tugging on his fat cock, jacking myself
off, and sliding around in his big bed, popped his cock in my mouth as I
jacked off. He was in an instant awake, grunting and looking at me, and
then holding my head gently, slid his cock in and out of my mouth as I gave
him the royal treatment – tongue slithering all over the head, sucking,
licking the shaft, and then pressing the head against the roof of my mouth
as he fucked my mouth more and more forcefully.

He took my cock from me, and began jacking me off as I jack/sucked his
cock, and I found he was an absolute expert with his hands. He knew every
nook and cranny of the nerves in my cock, and within moments, I was gasping
from the electric sensations he was stroking from my big prick. Fuck! My
legs shook now and then and he increased the sensation, thumbs sliding
around and around under the rim, then to my eternal shock, his fingernail!
I thought I would scream – not painful, but just mind-blowing! He combined
the round-and-round stroking with shaft stroking as I replicated the motion
with my mouth and hands on his cock, but – unusual for me – I couldn't hold
back, and shaking, I patted him, and suddenly started shooting cum all over
his beard.

In another burst of energy, he immediately took my cock in, too the hilt,
in his throat, and half my cum was on his face, half shot straight into his
belly. He had made little effort to suck that evening so it was startling.
And, the moment he tasted my cum, his own balls started pulling tight and a
moment later I was rewarded with very thick gooey cum shot into my mouth,
filling it as I gulped it down. Amazing. Even I had to fall asleep now, as
we intertwined – my head was on his right knee, his head on mine, arms
around each other's legs, and a few hours later, I woke, startled, as he
moved around slightly in the bed.

It was quite dark, a bit cool, and I smelled his fur, the smell of sex and
cum in the darkness, and stroked him gently. He grunted, and stroked me
too, taking my feet and again sucking them, massaging my calves, then we
both fell asleep again. The following morning I woke before he did, and
feeling like a bad movie, I wrote out a thank you note on a pad beside the
bed, and woke him, handing him the note. He kissed me deeply, and we
hugged, and played, I stroked his fur, beard, kissing him more, and winking
at him, as he spoke the only full word: "goodbye!"

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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.