Date: Sun, 02 Aug 2015 15:04:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, QED

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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*QED*

After last time's disastrous, but very fun diversion from working out in DC
with Sami, I decided not to meet him at my hotel, but at a third-party
place so we wouldn't immediately begin fucking! So to keep it light we met
again at the "Le Pain Quotidien" where I met Sami the first time, and we
had a cup of coffee. I sized Sami up a bit – his beautiful big legs were
still great, big wide ass, still as hairy as ever. What was beginning to
change was his waist – he was probably a 38 or more when he met, but his
pants were quite loose now, and his baggy shirt was getting slightly
tighter across the chest. Sami met me, and gave me a big wet kiss as I
stood up – he was definitely more aggressive "in a good way", and I could
smell the horniness in him. It was really magic.



I said, "Sami, you know, maybe it's time to get some new jeans?" Sami
grinned like a fool, "Uncle Joe, my waist is so much smaller, I'm so
excited!" "Your shirt is also baggy around the waist a little bit but you
must have noticed another change." I asked, and Sami replied, "It's tight!"
He almost yelled, and people looked at him. "I mean, it's tight on top."
Sami grinned. The weight training, and frankly the testosterone were
working their magic on Sami, and remodeling his body. He was still the
incredible furry big-armed big-assed ape I drooled over, but now was
getting a more v-shaped torso, leaner belly, and a more startling profile.
He also looked like, well, he groomed himself better. I told him how proud
I was at his progress, and he beamed.



We headed to the gym for a day of shoulders. Sami's gym outfit was
definitely baggier in the waist, and he worked out now with confidence. He
really understood how to contract for maximum stress in his muscles, but
his concentration, well, that was something else. As I sat on a shoulder
machine, Sami started whispering excitedly about "Nowruz", or the Persian
New Year. It was new year's that day we were in the gym, but Sami started
talking about The first spring after 9/11 after he and his Dad had become
sex buddies, and after he had begun having sex with Nader also, his father
had to take in a couple of more boarders to make ends meet – more Arab taxi
drivers, big bearded and not popular in DC.



Sami had no fewer than five men – Persian (Dad), Lebanese (Nader), Egyptian
(Ram), Hasif (Syrian), and Ghazi (Palestinian) – doting over him. You have
to understand; these guys were all separated from their families, trying to
earn money in the US, frequently sent abroad. Big healthy furry Sami was
like their boy, their son, and it was like a river of wonderful mid-east
delicacies to eat all day from them. Somehow they weren't quite aware of
Nader, Papa, and Sami fucking like rabbits, but you know people have a way
of not knowing what they don't want to know. Until Nowruz. Papa made a
small party at the house, food, wine, and a 'real Hookah' to celebrate the
New Year's, it was at the end of March (20th to be exact).



The men assembled, and it was a very festive atmosphere, along with some
Arabic-language (mysterious to Sami of course, he was Persian) TV and
songs, and the men all ate and enjoyed themselves, and began the hookah
after dinner. Nader had been responsible for the shisha, and got some from
'his friends', and the five began smoking gently. The process, the pipes,
the dish, the little coal and the other stuff fascinated Sami. "What is
that Papa," he asked. "Dried fruit Sami." He got as a reply. Sami was
really engrossed, it looked, well, like a chemical laboratory. Nader lit
the brazier, and the men drew deep lungsful through the bubbling water, and
the room filled with, well, a peculiar smell. Nader and Sami's father
winked at each other, as did the men.



Sami took a lungful, and felt so grown-up! "What is that called Papa?" He
asked. "Shisha." His father replied. "Ha!" Said Nader. They giggled. Nader
said again. "Ha." Papa said "Shisha." And they giggled even more, and all
of them took another round from the pipe. The room really smelled now, and
Sami felt very heavy, and light-headed at the same time, almost like
poppers, but different. And he felt very giggly. "Ha." "Shisha." Nader and
his Papa began singing, over and over until they were saying "Hashisha".
They all kept smoking, and Sami got up, and suddenly felt a wave of
horniness. He looked around the room, and went over to Papa, and sat by
him, "I feel funny Papa!" he exclaimed, and giggled.



His Papa kissed him on the head, and then looking at him intently, kissed
him hard, on the lips. The giggling men quieted for a second as they
watched the spectacle of the father deep tongue-kissing his son, who
participated enthusiastically. The two were in a slightly chemical haze,
and now oblivious to the room, and Sami groped at his father's crotch.
"Papa..." he groaned. The men erupted in Arabic, which broke the spell, and
Sami looked around at the grinning, smiling faces. Fuck, he felt great! The
all took another couple of rounds of the Hookah, and Sami was drenched in
sweat. He looked at Papa, and Nader, and announced to the room, "Papa, I'm
horny."



Well. Sami and I had finished the first deltoid exercise, and my balls were
aching because I couldn't wait to hear the rest – and I looked at Sami, who
was almost drooling, and I said, "Sami, I think you just make up these
stories to make me horny." Sami looked startled, and began protesting. "No,
No." I said, "I don't' have any proof that this happened. I think you are a
great storyteller." I grinned, and Sami said "I will prove it to you." We
went over to do reverse delts – I love them, and it's something a lot of
guys miss. They get huge front deltoids (bad form on pecs helps) and the
back of their deltoids are small, so they never develop the rounded look. I
wanted Sami to have big cocoanut shoulders – big round and hairy! We
started on the exercise, and Sami said, "Let me finish with Nowruz". So he
continued, in the room with the five men.



"Take off your clothes Sami." His father said. Sami stood up, grinning, and
took off his shirt, while the men laughed and clapped their hands, kicked
off his shoes, dropped his pants, and slid off his underwear and stood
there, big fat hardon like an arm sticking out, dripping precum. He walked
over to his Papa, who leaned back, and sat on his Dad's leg while his Papa
jacked him off. Nader kept the spirit up by getting up and taking his
clothes off, and a moment later, Ram laughed and stood up. To imagine Ram
you have to think of a tan bearded Omar Sharif – very dark beautiful eyes,
very thick dense curly hair, almost an afro, and dark luminous skin. He was
average height, and took his shirt off, exposing the same thick kinky hair
over his body. He had a little potbelly, but nice sinewy muscles in his
arms and chest.



He undid his buckle and took his slippers off, slid his pants off and sat
back down in striped boxers and black socks. Hasif and Ghazi stood up and
took their clothes off – Hasif had a soft handsome face, bearded of course,
and quite bald. He was also average height, and a little fat, very furry,
but sat in y-fronts and his black socks. Ghazi was very skinny, slightly
taller than everyone, and had amazing "Etruscan" eyes, looking almost like
he wore mascara. He was the slowest to take his clothes off, and it was
because he wasn't wearing underwear. Sami watched as Ghazi lowered his
pants, and a thick cock was shown, and time seemed to slow for Sami – Ghazi
revealed inch by inch a cock even thicker than Nader or his father, and it
seemed to go down to his knees.



Sami shivered as he imagined that cock sliding in his asshole, and then
looked around and shivered again. He knew he was going to have a fuck night
to remember tonight. "Sami, get up son." His father said, and Sami stood
up, as his father walked back to the bedroom. The men were all looking at
Sami now, and were stroking cocks in their underwear. Ghazi's long
fuckstick was really amazing, and it curved up and hit him just below his
chest. He sat there open-mouthed, stoned, a thin spindle of drool dripping
out of his mouth onto his cock. Nader had the familiar thick beautiful
cock, while Ram fished out an amazingly long cock – thin, with a big head.
Hasif fished his thick cock out, nowhere near as long as the others but
very fat and brown.



Papa came back in the room naked, and with an elaborate little tray. On it
were bottles of lube, and poppers, and small towels. What a host! Ghazi,
Ram, and Hasif had no idea what the poppers were, but Papa said they would
find out. They all did even more of the hookah while Sami stood there
jerking his cock, and his Papa then licked Sami's cock, and sucked on the
head gently. Sami mouthed an "Oh" and stood there while all the men jacked
off, watching intently. The remaining underwear was shed, and the men
reclined a little in their chairs. "Sami, get on the floor." Papa said, and
Sami got on his hands and knees, and his father put his foot on Sami's
shoulder, and gently pushed his chest onto the floor, leaving his hairy ass
and asshole exposed to the air. Papa leaned over with some lube and rubbed
it into Sami's asshole as the men drew closer, breathing heavily.



Papa pushed some fingers into Sami's asshole and rotated them around as
Sami squealed in pleasure. Then Papa got on his hands and knees beside
Sami, and looking up and nodding at Nader, he got the same treatment on his
asshole. Nader then squatted and pushed his giant 10" cock in one go into
Papa, who groaned and cried out calling the name of God. The men all
murmured, and watched the spectacle of the giant man fucking on the floor,
huge greasy cock sliding easily in and out of the hole. Nader nodded at
Ram, and pointed at Sami with his chin, so Ram also squatted down. He
popped the head easily in Sami's asshole, and Sami cried out like his
father, and every hair on his body stood on end as the fucking began. Ghazi
and Hasif stood by, stoned and hypnotized as they watched Sami and his
father get royally fucked.



Ram was a talented fucker – slowly going in deep, to lessen the initial
pain, then quickly back out, in slowly, back out, and began swinging his
hips hard as he fucked the hairy teenager on the floor. Nader stood up and
nodded at Hasif, who ran immediately around to Papa, and squatting shoved
his fat cock in the dad. He looked startled at the heat of the anal cavity,
and began fucking like a rabbit, quick short strokes as his mind tried to
absorb the wine, the hashish, the incest, the evening. Nader tapped Ram,
who stepped away woozily, and Ghazi squatted and pushed his incredibly long
cock – really, it was as big as his entire skinny hairy forearm – deep into
Sami who whimpered slightly.



Nader took a bottle of poppers, and dropped some into a cloth, and held it
up to Hasif to inhale. He did so, and a moment later, a look of fright
passed his face and he began babbling, still fucking Papa like a demon, and
he began screaming in a low voice, looking down as he clearly was shooting
Papa full of hot cum. He simply keeled over then, and the men laughed as he
laughed and babbled on, until he came to a moment later and complained for
his wife and children, then finally all the poppers wore off and he
immediately asked for more!



Sami and I finished the rear delts, and I really had to fight to focus. It
was as though the hashish from the story had taken over my mind. I dragged
Sami on to a Smith machine where we focused on front deltoids. "Yeah yeah
yeah Sami" I said, but shaking from excitement. Sami laughed, and batted at
his hardon. I have to say, anyone within earshot of us had run away by that
time, there is an advantage to telling filthy erotic stories at a gym
workstation. I stood in front of Sami to help him with the weight, I really
loaded him up today so he'd get a massive pump. "Sami I wish I was naked,
but you don't know how to suck cock!" I needled him. "That's because all
the cock I got was so fucking big Uncle Joe!" he grimaced as he worked the
weight, telling the story. It was true.



Nader took Hasif's place with Papa, and passed the poppers rag to Sami and
his Papa. Now, if you've had marijuana, and poppers, but not together, it's
quite an experience. Sami took a huge, too huge hit, and suddenly the
entire world was his giant asshole with Ghazi's footlong cock cramming
inside him. He screamed and reached around spreading his asscheeks and
begging for the cock, fumbling to feel the slick wet hose jamming in his
hole and his entire body becoming electrified at the sensation. He felt
something on his face, and his Papa was trying to kiss him, so he turned
and began kissing, his whole world spinning now around his obscenely filled
ass and the hot kisses of his own father. Ghazi also took a hit of the
poppers, but even after the long interval of fucking he was not ready to
cum, no matter how much he groaned and slapped Sami's ass.



Hasif was jacking himself off frantically watching Nader fucking Papa
again, and Nader handed him the poppers rag. Hasif was on another planet
quite quickly as he watched the obscene male hairy ape orgy in front of
him, father and Son both being anally raped but kissing passionately. Ram
walked up to Hasif, and presented his beautiful long thin cock, and Hasif,
open-mouthed, lowered his lips onto the cock, and began sucking and licking
it as Ram slowly, slowly edged more cock into his mouth. Hasif kept on with
the poppers – his eyes were turning quite red – but he was now engrossed
with choking on the giant cock in his mouth. Ghazi grimaced at Nader – it
wasn't very easy to squat and fuck for such a time, and Nader looked at the
dining room table, covered with food. Nope. He looked at the couch, and
slapped Papa on the ass.



Papa literally crawled over to the couch as Nader took one of the cushions,
and stacked it. Papa got up on the cushion, on his back, and pulled his
legs back. Ghazi slapped Sami's ass and pulled him up, and Sami stood, as a
second cushion was stacked. He was mesmerized by the sight of his father,
and immediately clamped his mouth on his father's wet asshole and rimmed
and sucked him. Ghazi and Nader were jacking off to this, and there was
somehow a signal, and Nader walked over to Hasif and fed his cock as Ram
walked back over to Sami and his father. Ghazi pulled Sami over to the
cushion, where he was set up just like Dad, asshole just at hip height for
Ghazi, and Ghazi recommenced plowing him. Ram was fucking his father,
slamming into his huge fat ass hard and crying out with the delight of the
deep bowels Papa had.

Sami was beginning to be overwhelmed with another sensation and realized
that Ghazi was jacking off his huge cock, when he began spurting and
cumming all over himself. He felt like was going to pass out when he
realize that Ram was now fucking him. Everything was becoming mixed up, and
he felt that incredibly long cock deep in his guts while his cum dripped
all over his fur. He opened his eyes and Nader was fucking him, and he was
cumming again, inhaling the poppers rag. He looked over and his father was
drenched in sweat and cum, Hasif's black beard was also soaked, and he
closed his eyes again. When he opened them, he was on the floor, stretched
out by Papa, with the other men by him, the lights low. They were on some
blankets, and Sami pulled close to his father's hairy hot body, and pulled
a cover over himself.



He opened his eyes again, and was shocked to see Ghazi on the couch,
sucking his own cock while he was being rimmed by Hasif. The last time Sami
opened his eyes, daylight was in the room. Nowruz was over, and fuck! He
had to get to school. He looked carefully at the Hookah, and all the wet,
sweaty, cummy men as his cock got hard. At school, he passed by the
chemistry room, and saw round-bottom and some Erlenmeyer flasks, which
reminded him of the hookah. He became very interested, and that evening,
besides the fantastic sex, was the spark which led him to chemistry,
university, and the US patent office, which what we discussed when we first
met!



"Oh Sami, love the story." I said, as we had finished up he last of our
exercises and were washing up. The locker room was crowded, and Sami,
though he had a massive hardon, had no way to take care of himself. We were
going to do our usual dinner, and Sami called his father. I leaned over and
said, "I want to invite you and your Papa to a great dinner tonight, for
Nowruz." Sami looked surprised, and spoke rapidly to his father in Farsi.
Thanks Sami. "OK." He said, smiling. We ended up driving all the way out to
McLean Virginia, to a wonderful restaurant. The dinner conversation was
very amusing – Sami was deathly afraid I think of letting a cat out of the
bag, and I told his father Sami was a wonderful storyteller. And after
eating ourselves silly – if you've not had Persian food, you are really
missing out – Papa (I refused to call him anything else) drove us back to
my Hilton.



I invited them up to my room for a glass of Champagne for the New Year,
which really alarmed Sami. Papa got rid of the taxi near the front, and we
went up to my room, where I ordered some champagne, and strawberries on the
speakerphone, I couldn't get the damn handset to work. We all heard
"ordering Honeymoon Touch" from the kitchen on the phone, and burst out
laughing. I was excited, and Sami was very jittery. Everything I had heard
was now coming to a point, and I could almost smell the dangerous incest
sex, father and son, barriers that must not be passed, right here in front
of me. I made a terrible mistake mentioning Sami's mother, and Papa burst
out into vicious name-calling "that cunt" but calmed down as the drinks
arrived. We all had a round of champagne (after wine with dinner, mind
you), and I asked Papa, "Do you see a change in Sami?"



He grinned, "Of course Uncle Joe, look at my boy. He becoming a man. You
are a good trainer. But trainer? In this hotel room?" I grinned back, and
looked at Sami. Time was slowing down – no Hashish involved! - as I became
more and more excited, my plans all coming together beautifully. "Sami can
you stand for a second? I asked. Sami stood up, and you could see how much
smaller his waist was, bigger shoulders, more V-shaped torso. "Ahhh," Papa
said, "Sami, you are so beautiful, you muscle-man shape now!" and Papa
stood up walking over to Sami. They were so much father and son, same hips,
legs, ass, Papa with a nice belly, both with huge shoulders, too-long arms.
Sami with the jet black beard and curly hair, Papa elegantly grey.



"Sami, take your shirt off." I said. Sami glared at me. "Yes Sami, please,
show Papa." His dad said. I felt my blood freeze slightly, because my mind
was racing forward, knowing that I would be stepping into Sami's story
soon. Time got even slower. I watched Sami's furry hand reach down to his
loose teeshirt. He lifted the hem, and pulled it up, struggling slightly at
the shoulders. His furry belly was exposed, as his Papa watched – almost
flat, but thick and masculine. His chest was next, and instead of the
'boobies' he was so mad about, he had pecs. Real pecs, firm and furry. His
shoulders were gigantic, big round cocoanuts covered with hair that glided
over his traps and met in the center of his back. "Turn around Sami." I
said, and we looked at the V of his back and the thick curly fur that ran
in two thick carpets on either side of his spine.



"Sami, show us your poses." Sami now was white. He knew what was happening.
His cheeks were bright red, and he began posing and flexing. "No Sami, take
off the pants," I said, "We need to see the calves, hams and quads." Papa
was completely rapt, silent. Sami colored a little more, and kicked his
shoes off. He dropped his pants, and stood, in his micro-underwear, huge
cock sagging in the front, and posed for us. I poured more champagne for
Papa, Sami, and myself and said "A toast, to Sami for his hard work." We
all drank another glass, and I said, "Papa, are you as hairy as Sami?" That
one question, I knew, would be like the tiny extra chemical in a beaker
that makes the solution precipitate.



Papa then, in a daze, unbuttoned his loose bowling-style shirt, and took it
off. He was magnificent, grey-black furred, curly, all up his arms, traps.
He had a big thick chest, big belly, and stood beside Sami. They looked at
each other, and I said "Yes, like father like son!" I stood up, and kicked
off my shoes.  Papa said, "Sami..." and I saw that Sami was getting a massive
hardon in his shorts. I pulled my teeshirt off, saying "Looks like everyone
has a shirt off..." and then Sami's dad took his shoes off, dropping his
pants. Baggy white underwear like Sami had when we first played. Sami's
shorts were getting wet, and I could smell Dad and Son, it was the smell of
sex. I walked over and said, "Papa, pose like Sami." And I did a front
double-bicep.



Papa did the same front double-bicep, looking wonderful, sucking his gut in
and grinning, and I could see his huge dong getting hard. "You look great!"
I exclaimed, and casually stroked my crotch. Papa stroked his, hand
shaking, looking at Sami. Sami whispered "Papa..." and I walked over to my
dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out my sex kit – couple of
bottles of poppers, some lube, and other stuff. Papa looked over at it and
his hardon got even bigger, tenting out the front of his shorts. Sami was
so excited I thought he would piss on himself, so I took my underwear off,
my own cock swinging free. I walked over to Sami and his Dad, and grabbed
both their cocks, and said "Sami told me some wonderful stories."



I dropped to my knees as Sami and Papa began kissing, and I pulled down
their underwear. Sami's description of his dad was good, but exaggerated.
Sami's cock was much longer than his dad, which was to say 10" is longer
than 8" – still massive, and if you saw your Dad's cock as a teenager, it
of course is the biggest in the world. I licked both their meats, then
began concentrating on Papa, licking and sucking his fat cockhead, stroking
the shaft, and sucking on his balls. He spread his legs – I loved his big
hips  - and he looked down. "Sami, his mouth feel so good!" "Yes Papa..."
Sami said, and I continued sucking Papa, and it was wonderful. I really had
to teach Sami to suck! I felt the soft flesh of his cockhead, spongy in my
mouth as I rolled my tongue around it, and heard him cry out gently.



The Father and Son were locked in a deep kiss, and I pushed his Dad's cock
further and further in my mouth, until it popped back into my throat. "OH
SAMI" Papa said, and he began shaking slightly, "I never feel this!" he
gasped. I began sucking him more forcefully, popping in and out of my
throat, as he cried out in joy, feeling intense sensations all up and down
his cock. But I didn't want him to cum. I had other plans. I led them to
the bed, and gently got Papa to lie back, putting a pillow under his head.
I pulled his legs back, and pushed Sami to his knees. He leaned forward,
and closing his eyes, gave in to an old familiar delight, rimming and
sucking his Dad's asshole.



But meanwhile, I continued sucking his Dad's cock. Papa cried out how good
it felt, and sat twirling his nipples, groaning and babbling in Persian. I
stopped for a second, and got a washcloth (wish I had a dishtowel or the
rags Sami described) and poured poppers in. I held it over Papa's mouth as
he looked at me with tears of gratitude in his eyes, and I put it aside and
continued sucking him Sami in another world, rimming his Papa for the first
time in years. His cock went slightly soft, but I continued sucking as he
groaned, and I popped a rubber cockring on him. He looked alarmed, and
glanced down, but kept playing with his nipples trying to shove his asshole
down more onto Sami's mouth. "Sami, fuck your Papa now." I said.



Sami stood up almost in a trance, and taking some lube creamed his cock
watching his old Papa being sucked. "Fuck me Sami fuck me like you used to
before you went to damn College!" Sami looked at his father, and pushing
forward, popped the cock in his asshole. "Careful Sami, Careful!" Papa
said, obviously a little out of practice. Sami slammed into the hilt in his
father, enough to knock the cock out of my mouth. I thought, "hmm. 'Damn
College?' Something's going on." Sami began fucking his father hard,
slamming in as I began sucking him again. The three of us got an amazing
rhythm going, Papa at the center of attention, sniffing poppers and playing
with his nips, huge hairy body swaying to the beat of the fucking of his
son.



Sami backed away, pausing after 15 minutes of fucking, and looked at me
imploringly. I moved around, and pushed my own cock in Papa's well-fucked
asshole. Loose, hot, and deep, my favorite, I held his ankles and began a
nice slow easy fuck, moving my hips around to get all inside his Dad's guts
as I fucked away. Sami leaned down tenderly, kissing his father as he
reached out to jack him off. I felt this was some sort of reunion! I was
fucking away, entranced by being in the middle of the incest relationship,
enjoying looking at Papa's huge cock which got harder and harder in Sami's
expert paws. I wasn't going to last long, but I wanted Papa's cum. "Papa,
can you stand?" I asked, and Sami and Papa both looked at me.



I led them to the mirror by the closet, and Sami stood behind his father as
I got on my knees. Papa bent over slightly, legs very spread, and Sami
began fucking him again, holding on to his shoulders. The two of them were
locked into each other's eyes as Sami fucked his father, slow and fast,
tenderly and roughly. I clamped my mouth on the fat 8" dick, sliding it
right in now to the hilt, penetrating my throat as I jacked off on the
floor. My head was bobbing on his cock as I felt his belly then he arched
his back as Sami pulled his head back. I looked up and saw that the two of
them had twisted to kiss as Sami fucked his Papa, long dick reaching easily
even in the strange position. Papa began shuddering, and the moment he
reached to touch his nipples, I heard him mutter "Sami Papa cum". And he
did.



A huge blast of sticky cum hit the inside of my mouth and I swallowed
quickly even though it was almost too much. He started whining and yelling,
as did Sami, who smacked hard against his Dad's hairy ass. More cum shot
out of that thick hose, and I pushed quickly to get it in my throat because
I couldn't swallow. It was unnerving because Papa was now throbbing and
pumping cum directly into the top of my throat instead of deep in, right at
the opening, so the rim of his cockhead was getting incredible stimulation
as I swallowed and shook my head hard. He was practically barking out
incoherent noises as Sami squeezed and kissed him, practically crushing him
in his new muscular grasp, when I felt the cum subside somewhat.



Sami continued fucking, not quite so hard, and as I got up, he slid out of
his Papa. Papa turned quickly and the two of them were in a passionate
kiss, cuddling and holding in a way that was father and son, lover and
beloved, and friends, quite beautiful. The stood for minutes in the kiss,
as I quietly cleaned up a little around the room, and glad I had a room
with two queen beds, I toppled them into a bed, where the looked at me
grinning like fools. We were all tipsy from the champagne, the evening, and
I leaned over and whispered "Happy Nowruz!" as they snuggled closer
together.



The following morning, I heard squeaking. I looked over, and there was
Papa, jacking off his magnificent prick. He was whispering "Sami, Sami,
Papa want fuck." And I watched as Sami played out that morning, the scene
from years and years ago, his father fucking him as Sami's long cock hit
his own mouth. I walked over, and Sami opened up. I jacked Sami into his
mouth as he closed the lips around the huge head, and began jacking myself
off. It didn't' take long until his father began a huge cascade of slams.
"Oh, Sami, SAMI!" Papa said, and he paused, Papa's fat cock in his son's
ass pumping him with sperm. Sami whined suddenly and then jetted hot ropes
of cum into his mouth, which I added to from my own cock.  We collaped on
the bed, but I had to get going! "Morning boys." I said, and opened the
curtains for the sun.

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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.