Date: Tue, 07 Jul 2015 10:42:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Rag

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

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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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*Rag*

I had a day off in DC. That's a shock generally, somewhere between reading,
writing, talking and keeping up with normal demands, I found that during
one of my business trips I had a half day, an afternoon, of absolutely
nothing – the magic time to clear one's mind. Since I was born in DC, and
had family there, I was quite often in the city when young, and my
absolutely favorite place to go was the Smithsonian Museum of Natural
History. I realized that I hadn't been there in, wow – 30 years? From my
hotel on Embassy Row near Dupont Circle, it was a great walk – about an
hour, past the White House, down to the Mall, the reflecting pool and
Washington Monument to one side, and down the Mall I walked to the
Smithsonian, on in. I didn't remember all the security measures, which
tells you how long ago I had been there! I was such a geek.

So I decided to go through each 'kingdom', first minerals, then plants,
then animals, and wandered through the halls remembering the look and feel
from when I was a kid, and seeing how things were updated. Security was
very present, not intrusive, but omnipresent. In fact, as I headed past the
insect zoo I caught the eye of a security guard. He nodded "Hello" and I
did thinking nothing of it. He waved his head to come over, and I did, when
he said "Can I ask you a question Sir?" and I thought: "my muscles".
Everywhere I go, it's security, police, all sorts of blue-collar guys who
stop me and goggle and ask about the gym. I love it of course. "How big are
your arms?" he asked. I grinned and flexed them, being a total
exhibitionist. "About 22 inches. I guess. My tailor told me, because all my
business clothes are custom made."

I was wearing a grey Armani teeshirt, black jeans, and black shoes. "You
are enormous!" "Thank you sir!" "My name is Tyler, thanks for talking with
me." He said, settling back to scanning the room. "Tyler," I said, "Your
arm's aren't pipecleaners. How big are you?" He grinned, flexed his bicep,
and said "About 19 inches Sir." I looked at him up and down, and said,
"Tyler, you must be big all over." His eyes flashed wide, and I said "I,
uh, I mean, you look like you know your way around a gym." Of course,
that's not what I meant. "I've done bodybuilding since I played ball in
school," Tyler said. "You ever play ball?" "Uh, Just 1:1 I guess." He
looked at me, shook his head and grinned. This guy was one solid block of
meat, and I wanted to get him flustered.

He must have been 5'9", about my height, but he looked much more solid,
probably 260, a massive fireplug of a man. His ass was big and high,
massive legs – he had to wear pleated pants just to handle them and keep
the waist normal. He had a thick pointed black beard, which is what I fixed
on, watching it bob as he talked, and beautiful liquid brown eyes which
were entirely alive, on the inside. I knew he wanted to talk about
something else, but was being quite proper. We began chatting, and I
interjected a few more flustering comments, and asked if I could buy him a
coffee. Bodybuilders always have endless things to talk about with
routines, diet, supplements, gyms, and we were really hitting it off.

He had to go back to his post, and I invited him to go to the gym with me
this afternoon. He had gone in the morning (I am continually surprised
people are awake before 7am). "Maybe a drink afterwards? A high-protein
restaurant – that Thai place you mentioned?" He immediately said yes. I
finished my tour, thinking about big Tyler, and went on to gym that
afternoon, and sure enough, exactly at 6pm on the dot, Tyler was waiting in
front of Results on U street. He looked different – he had a blue short
sleeve shirt, hat, microphone setup and kind of federal security clothes
before, now he had on a skin tight teeshirt, baggy jeans, and untied
high-top shoes, along with a heavy gold chain around his wrist and neck, a
black do-rag, and big sunglasses on a band around his neck, and an earring.

He grinned, and looked at me, "You're big Joe, that's a pump daddy." I
suddenly realized that I had never in my life spoken to someone wearing a
do-rag, much less even seen one up close, so as I walked out, I was
fascinated. Tyler finally asked me what was the matter, and I said I
couldn't figure out how the do-rag was put on. He told me to hold on, and
untied the back, and the entire thing fell off kind of, leaving him with a
sort of stocking cap on. He put it on, with two long flat cords in the
front, then pulled them to the back, looped them around front, then tied
them in the back, and adjusted it. "Wow, it's like a chef's apron." I said,
"That's a lot easier than the way I do it." Tyler looked at me and grinned,
"You wear a do-rag? No. Uh-uh." I interjected, "Hey, I wear a pirate
costume for parties sometime, I gotta have a hanky on my head." Tyler
looked at me and grinned.

We went off to get our high-protein, low carb dinner, talking, and I was
still trying to figure out if Tyler was, well, gay, or friendly, or what.
"Hey, have you seen Repetrope vids?" I asked, and Tyler said, no, so I
suggested before he goes home, swing by my hotel and I'll show him pro
posing videos. He was very enthusiastic, and I sensed that he was looking
for an opening to come by. We got in the room, and I popped open my
browser, and opened "all last windows." The window filled up with 10 or 15
tabs, and the first one thank god was a repetrope. But I heard a noise.
Fuck. One of the windows had a video playing, and Tyler laughed. "Ooohee,
sounds like someone is having a good time." He was sitting beside me, and I
tried to see if I could rapidly close windows, but up popped a "
machofucker.com" video of one massively hung guy laying into a tiny guy
wearing a jock. "OH MOMMA!" Tyler laughed, "Look at that brother!" and he
pushed me away from the keyboard laughing.

He watched, transfixed, and looked at me, "That looks tasty, don't it. Come
here Joe." Tyler put his arm around my neck and pulled me to him, and
planted a deep, passionate kiss on me. "Fuck Daddy, just tell me you're
gay. I'm cool." He kissed me again more deeply, and I felt his thick tongue
push deep inside my mouth, licking the roof of my mouth, exploring all
over. His hands roamed over my muscles, squeezing, and he paused, and
pulled off his shirt. Fuck, he was absolutely amazing, beautiful thick
body, big nipples, big defined arms, chest, traps... "Daddy-Joe, hon, I'm not
as defined as I could be." Tyler said, flexing in front of me. I pulled off
my shirt, and his eyes danced over my skin. "Ooh, you've got see-through
white skin Daddy, look at that" he grinned, tracing my faint blue veins
through my upper chest, along my biceps and arms.

His finger was hot, and I was surprised at how turned on I was getting – it
actually felt like it burned me. I pulled Tyler up, and we stood in front
of the closet mirror, posing, and I was slightly bigger in the arms, he was
thicker in the chest (still with that gold chain), we both were not defined
in the gut. Tyler huffed and puffed, and I said, "You can try as hard as I
can, but you're not going to get ripped right now." We both laughed again,
still listening to the groaning and slapping fucking sounds coming from the
computer. Tyler kicked his shoes off, and dropped his baggy pants in one
motion, and I struggled to undo my Prada boots, and slide my jeans off.
"Prada, uh-huh!" Tyler said, throwing my shoes over the bed. We stood in
underwear side by side, both of us getting harder and harder, posing in the
mirror. I stared at the fat bulge in Tyler's shorts, and he took my hand
and put it on his cock. "Go on, it won't hurt ya JoeDaddy."

I massaged it, and the top popped up out of his shorts. While is skin was a
deep brown, his cock was absolutely black brown, including the shiny head –
it literally looked like a chestnut. My mind was racing wondering what he
liked, but he took care of me. "I don't bottom JoeDaddy, but we can jack
and kiss, and you can suck all you want. I like nice throat." Tyler said. I
pulled an arm chair up near the computer, and said "hold on a minute." I
arranged a playlist of Machofucker videos for Tyler, set him in the chair,
legs up over the chair arms, and he gave out a huge sigh, "This is going to
be nice." I went to the bathroom and got a towel which I slid under his
ass, then peeled off his underwear. His cock bounced down, and flopped over
the edge of the chair, small ball sack, but very long cock, almost no hair.

His asshole was there for the eating, and Tyler started jacking his meat
slowly, getting it harder and harder, watching the video. I took off my
underwear, Tyler watching, "JoeDaddy, that's a big piece of meat on a white
man, yo!" he said, waving me to walk over. He stroked my with both hands,
hmmiing, and got it close to his mouth, but made no motion to suck at all.
"Looks good baby!" he grinned. I grabbed some lube and poured half the
bottle over my cock, half over his, and we stroked each other and stroked
each other's muscles. I took a bottle of poppers, and took a quick sniff,
looking at that long cock wondering how much I could get in my throat. It
wasn't thick, it was just amazingly long. I offered Tyler some, and he said
"what's that honey?" "Poppers." I tried to explain them to him but he shook
his head.

I took place at his knees, and stroking his cock, popped the head in my
mouth. I sucked on the relatively small uncut head, licking the split, and
pushed it in my mouth. I rubbed it around inside my mouth, my tongue
revolving around it, and he groaned, and yelled at me to keep the fuck
going. I continued now with a deep vacuum suck, just on the sensitive head,
and Tyler pinched his nipples throwing his head back, then looking at the
video. I slid the sensitive tissue of his cockhead back and forth across
the roof of my mouth, then back to the opening of my throat. I decided I
had to do this very slowly. I pushed a fraction of his cockhead easily in
my throat, swallowing and sucking at it. Tyler started a stream of sex talk
I cannot possibly reproduce, but he was having a great time, and gradually
scooted his ass further and further forward in the chair.

I pushed an inch of his cock in my throat, then pulled back out, then
popped it in and out gently for a moment. I paused to take another hit of
poppers, and then slid another inch into my throat as Tyler grunted. He
kept rapt with the fuck videos on the screen, glancing back and forth to
me, and I pushed another inch in my throat. I was bobbing my head on around
8 inches of cock now, tongue stroking on the out-slide, deep vacuum on the
in-slide. I kept up and pushed another inch in, sliding my hand further
down the shaft so I knew where to stop my mouth. After another five
minutes, I took another hit of poppers, and Tyler said "I want that shit,
will it come up on a test?" I told him no, and let him take a quick sniff.

Well, if I thought he was talking sex, I hadn't heard anything. I got
another inch or so in while Tyler squirmed and declared his love for me,
his ass almost off the chair, until finally I had almost 11" of cock in my
throat, long-stroking in and out effortlessly (thank god he wasn't thick).
Tyler kept the bottle and started taking small short sniffs while I
continued sucking him. This was about as perfect a blowjob as you can get,
I have to say – deep easy throat fucking, huge muscleman in the chair, view
between his quads, and I finally opened my mouth to the maximum, sliding
down completely on his shaft, then to bother him, pushed his balls in my
mouth. Tyler barked out a lot of noise, then trembled as my tongue actually
got close to his asshole opening. He whispered, "You want to taste that
JoeDaddy, go ahead. It's OK."

I pulled off his cock, and gently flicked my tongue at his asshole as he
took another brief hit of poppers. I stroked his cock and began now to push
my tongue in his hole, then circling with my wet finger, tickling the anal
muscle. I noticed his cock was not rock hard – it was easy to suck being
limber, so I grabbed some rubber cockrings off the desk, and without him
noticing, slid a tight one at the base of his cock, then another. He
watched me, and I continued stroking the outside of his anus, and tried to
take his now further hardening cock in my mouth. Much more interesting! The
brown head was shiny and hard, and his cock almost bursting from his
erection, and as I ran my mouth and beard over the shaft, I thought the
hotel would wake up with his shouting. I held onto the shaft with both
hands, and started now again on his very sensitive exposed cockhead, and
looking at him, said "Tyler, take a LONG hit on the poppers."

He looked at me in the eyes, and took a long sniff, and I watched his eyes
water gently as I began now to long-dick his cock into my throat, tip to
base, swinging back and forth. I got more comfortable, balanced on my feet
instead of sitting, and began jacking off while I was sucking his meat.
There really isn't anything quite like deep sucking with a passive top,
your throat being crammed comfortably full, knowing that you are driving
the guy crazy. I used my left hand to spiral down his shaft, twisting it as
I sucked up and down crazily. He held out the poppers to me, letting me
take a deep inhale, as did he. I pressed my thumb now against his asshole
as I bounced on the full length, and I realized that I was not going to be
able to handle much more before cumming. I was surprised that Tyler could
take a half-hour of sucking, and was wondering what was his trigger when my
thumb unexpectedly slid in deeply, as he adjusted his position.

Tyler gurgled, and shut up for a moment, and I handed him the bottle as he
took an incredibly deep hit. "JoeDaddy..." he began, starting to shake
slightly. "Uh, JoeDaddy..." he strained, and I knew I was going to get a
gusher. I plunged his cock to the depth of my throat, and my own orgasm
began as I felt completely filled with his huge prong. He was yelling and
bucking in the chair, and I felt pulses of cum shooting sperm right into my
belly as I pulled out slowly. I felt wet splotches as my own cock shot
thread after thread of white spunk all over. I pulled back quickly,
swallowing the whole time to make the orgasm mind-blowingly intense for
him. I got to the tip, and though he was quiet, as I licked it he bucked
and shot a few more gobbets of sperm in my mouth, which I gratefully
tasted.

My own orgasm was all over the floor, my hands, my feet – it was
spectacular, and I could hardly move. Slowly I pulled my thumb out of his
ass, and looked up. Tyler was completely exhausted, splayed out on the
chair. The Barberini Faun flashed by my mind, which I had seen in Munich. I
climbed in bed, and to my surprise, Tyler jumped in with me, and lay beside
me, his head on my chest. "JoeDaddy! Woof!" he said, and almost instantly
fell asleep snoring! I closed my eyes, and what seemed like only a minute
later, I woke up, and Tyler was watching the videos, jacking off. This one
had two giant men, immense foot-long cocks plunging in and out of what
looked almost like a boy, from his size. It was amazing to me how he could
take suck a big cock almost effortlessly and Tyler was transfixed, his cock
completely hard again.

"Come here Tyler" I said, and I stood in front of him, his cock to my ass,
in front of the closet mirrors. I put a chair to one side, and lifted my
leg up, so you could see my asshole perfectly in the mirror. Taking lube, I
coated his hands and said, "get JoeDaddy ready baby." Tyler was actually
incredibly tender. He massaged my asshole very gently, rubbing his fingers
across it, asking if it was ok, then as I warmed up, he pushed one finger
in, rotating it to coat my anus and then my rectum with the lube. He coated
his fingers again, pushing more lube up in me, then gently pushing two
fingers in, watching himself in the mirror. I pushed and opened my asshole
as he gasped, and he was able to push three fingers in and out. We halted
for a moment as I got the poppers, and I got a washcloth from the bathroom.

I doused a corner of it, and then getting in position, took a deep hit full
mouth open. Tyler pushed his shiny cockhead into my ass opening and I
paused for a second. He slid halfway in, in my rectum, quite easily since
he wasn't so thick. He started sawing in and out, mouth open, his huge
muscular body straining looking in the mirror at my tiny pink hole taking
his shaft. "Go on baby, it won't hurt ya" I echoed to him and he groaned,
pushing in my ass further. He hit my inner stop, and I bent over slightly
pushing against him as he popped into my colon. The pain was intense for a
second, and I held stock still. His hands brushed my arms feeling my
goosepimples, "JoeDaddy, you ok?" and I nodded. He began sawing into my
ass, very slowly, and I squatted down slightly so I could see more of his
fucking my asshole.

It looked amazing – even after what I saw of the video, I couldn't believe
that I could take a cock that long up my ass. He was rock hard, with my
cockrings on, and was moaning and talking again as I held onto the
nightstand for a brace. He took hold of my hips and began a deep, athletic
fuck, sliding into my ass from all angles and speeds, like a pro. I took
every bit of it, enjoying it, and began jacking myself off watching the
spectacle of my ass rape in the mirror. Tyler pulled all the way out, head
resting on my anus, then pushed instantly back into the root, then
repeated, over and over, stimulating my anal rim as much as he was my
rectum and gut. "JoeDaddy, I wish I had you around, you know baby, this is
perfect," he began, "Big white daddy to take care of my meat, you like, you
like your ass fucking baby?"

I nodded again, deep into another hit of poppers, and Tyler took them and
took a deep hit. "Oh fuck JoeDaddy, you've got me hooked don't ya, this
brown bottle makes you cum don't it, OOOH!" and with that, Tyler punched my
gut deep with his cock, and held there, then immediately pulled all the way
out. "Damn, almost came, let's hold on a minute!" he said. Fuck, I was
almost there! I put my leg down to relax and looked at his long wet cock,
and sat on the floor. He wordlessly walked up to me, and we stared in the
mirror as I opened my mouth. His cock slid perfectly back in, pausing at my
throat and then popped right in it. He slid his greasy fuckstick all the
way down my throat then pulled his balls up and dumped them in my mouth too
so my lips were clamped around the base like his cockring.

He started swaying very gently into my throat as I began a double-handed
jack off sitting there. "Baby, your throat is the best, swallow me again
JoeDaddy!" I began swallowing his long prong, and he groaned feeling the
waves of muscles massaging his shaft. I closed my eyes and focused on the
feeling of his sliding along my tongue, coating the roof and sides of my
mouth with precum and lube, pausing as he pushed against the membrane at
the back of my throat, then the feeling of his hard cockhead pushing and
stretching open my throat, pushing down along the muscular tube until my
mouth pressed against the bristles of his crotch, my nose filled with the
smell of his sex and sweat. He pulled back out slowly and as I pulled
vacuum on his cock, swallowing to massage the shaft again, the pressure he
left in my throat pulling out was so sexual, so hard.

He pulled just to the tip of my lips, and then pushed back in, pausing with
his cock on my tongue so I could wash and worship it, running around under
the foreskin as his leg shook slightly, feeling him stroke me beard. He
began bearing down again more insistently, sliding again through my mouth,
and I opened my eyes to look at his hard muscled shining body fucking
against my mouth. He sighed, and winked at me, sliding back and forth
faster and faster, talking to me. He pushed in again now hard, and I felt
him completely fill me until I must have been in my stomach. He pulled back
out, and kept his wonderfully tender and slow face-fuck, watching in the
mirror as my bearded mouth buried into his crotch over and over, his hard
belly against my forehead as I jacked off faster and faster.

I began counting the strokes into my throat as I gulped and slobbered on
his cock, feeling my own cock respond fully. I stopped as my orgasm almost
hit me, up to almost 100 strokes in my throat, like a neverending sex
dream. He continued on crouching to fuck my face, watching in the mirror,
talking, for what seemed like another hour when I hear him gasp, and start
to grunt. I saw his huge shiny ass flex and buck as he began losing
control. I turned myself, holding him, and laid my head back against the
bed comfortably. What had begun as a slow face fucking now was a full-blast
deep throating, slamming into my mouth like a jackhammer as he gurgled
incoherently. I opened as wide as I could, my mouth battered with his cock,
and suddenly, I was going to cum whether or not I was jacking.

"You ready for fucking baby?" he asked, as though this was just the
appetizer! He started slamming his cock in my mouth and throat harder and
harder, starting a high-pitched whine when I began spurting cum, not able
to breathe, overwhelmed with the sexual moment. He felt some cum spurt on
his ass and his legs, and he barked almost, gasping for breath, and pausing
for just a second, as his cockhead seemed to grow even bigger on my tongue,
he began gushing cum in my mouth again. It was a truly huge load, pushed
into my throat with each stroke of his cock, over and over as I swallowed,
still cumming and shaking myself, unable to grunt or while with my larynx
overwhelmed. My entire mouth was coated inside and my lips with his bitter
cum, and I drooled freely down my chin as he continued to fuck my throat
for another five minutes after he finished spurting his muscle milk into my
belly.

He was absolutely enjoying the sensation of my throat, and stroking my head
and beard, pausing to let me gasp. Finally, pulling out, he crouched down,
and put his arms around me, kissing me and lifting me up onto the bed.
"JoeDaddy, I have never, ever felt anything like that baby. I want it
again." I coughed and smiled, and tried to speak, but made clicking sounds,
like I do when my throat gets too abused. Again, he wanted to curl up in
JoeDaddy's arms, beard on my chest, and there we lay until around 2am,
snuggling, snoozing and kissing. Tyler was a total top for sure, but so
wonderful and affectionate, and he later introduced me to some of his
friends as his special JoeDaddy, but that is an amazing story itself.

——

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.