Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2015 10:48:03 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Slowly

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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*Slowly*

One of my DC trips I ended up in Baltimore visiting family – professor at
Johns-Hopkins – and on my way back (took my gym bag with me) decided to
avoid the madness of beltway rush hour and simply looked up the nearest
Gold's gym and went there. I walked in in a full suit, beat-up leather gym
bag, and got a funny reception – the women at the desk who let me in were
very quiet, and everyone looked at me carefully as I changed into clothes
and went to the main floor, like I was an exotic species of insect. I am
used to that look walking through airports and public places as I travel,
there's something about 250lbs of muscle in skin-tight teeshirt and black
jeans who looks like a cross between Navy Seal, a pro-wrestler and a
reality-TV star either in gardening or pimping cars.  Alarming and
Disarming in equal measures. But this, somehow was different.

As I began my workout, the stares followed me, and I looked around. Guys
were working out in groups of three to five, they all looked like they were
in their early 20's, and I was the only blond one visible. Baseball caps
backwards, baggy saggy shorts, and appalling form on machines, and from
what I could hear, not a hell of a lot of English spoken – virtually all
Spanish with pepperings of English. I felt plunged into a wonderful gym I
went to in Bogotá once. I did my routine, guys staring and whispering, and
I moved carefully to not look intimidating, and as I sat waiting politely
for a fly machine, watching three young guys working out. They were
watching me, and when one of them started, I actually winced. He was using
far too much weight, leaning forward, swinging his body, and almost
entirely leveraging the front of his deltoids to push the weight.

They DID NOT like the wince. And came over to me not looking happy. What's
the matter Papi. I grinned. Do we look stupid Chicano? I held out my hand
and said "Hi, my name is Joe." They looked somewhat startled, but no
handshake. I said that I remember when I hurt my shoulder doing what they
did. "What did we do Papi." They were warming slightly. I sat on the
machine and looked at them, then leaned forward, head down, and swung my
body. "Yeah?" I stood by them, and said "Look at my shoulder, the Deltoid."
They did and I flexed the front of my right deltoid and it popped up like a
little sausage. Their eyes bugged. I popped the mid deltoid, and then the
back. Then to twist the knife, I lifted up what little tank top I had, and
flexed my right pec. It popped up, a vein popped at the top, and right at
the angle near my armpit, a deep dimple formed.

"See all those different muscles?" They were quiet. "When you lean forward,
you do this one." I popped my front Deltoid again. "When you lean back, see
the angle, you pop your pec." I popped my pec. There is something
completely unnerving about a big thick pectoral muscle flexing and
bouncing, my tiny pink nipples hard, and a cloud of white fur over the
whole, including deltoid. I held out my hand again, and said, "I'm Joe."
Enrique, Leon, and Jose shook hands shaking their head and grinning, "Ahh,
we're both Jose's" I said. I got Jose to sit down on the machine, and try
to flex it. He bounced, leaned, and did it badly. "OK, not bad. Now back
against pad, chin up." Of course Jose couldn't do the weight, no matter how
hard he tried. I dropped the pin to half the weight and he struggled but
could do one rep. "Ok Jose, one rep maximum. You ok?" Yeah. Now do 60% of
that. I dropped the pin one third down, and he did a set.

Head up. Shoulder back. And all the leverage on the pec. "Good good guy!"
The other two guys did a round, and I kept up coaching them on the pec
deck, finishing with an intense drop set. The joke is if you've never done
it right, the first time you do, it's a very hard burning exercise. They
all three began moaning, burning, and looked delighted! "Man you are huge..."
"How long you been exercising Papi..." "Can I get big like you..." We all
started talking, and the three guys kept shifting into Spanish, and out,
fluently, and after I did my exercise, I told them to stand in front of the
mirror. I took my tank off. The rest of the gym, mind you, was almost
immobile at this moment. I did a 'most muscular', then a side chest, moving
smoothly between standard poses.

I stopped, and told them to take off their shirts, and pose with me. You'd
have thought I had asked them to fly. They stood looking at me, and I said,
come to the locker room. Put my shirt back on, and off to the lockers. They
took shirts off, and I helped them do a side-chest pose, which they loved.
And it gave me an excuse to touch them. I accidentally scraped their
nipples with a fingernail as I helped them arch their backs and pose, and
Jose developed a prominent hardon in his baggy shorts, much to the
amusement of the other two. We all had a good laugh as we headed to the
showers, but I was naked and they went in with shorts on, being incredibly
shy. And Jose, with his shorts sticking out. They were quiet as they looked
at my cock, and I casually washed in the open shower area.

After, I asked the guys if they would like to hang out and watch some porn,
and have a few beers. Hang out, as we all know, means come have sex. But I
don't think these guys go the memo. I got us a taxi to my hotel, and a
moment later, we were in my room – a suite, with a front couch area and a
separate room - and I dialed up "24-hour bargain price" porn, where the
adult movie station played continuously. Now, these guys were shy, pumped,
with a huge daddy, feeling horny, and watching porn – oops, bisexual porn!
Jose got a woodie again, and I said, "If nobody minds..." And slid off my
jeans. I had a big hardon, and sat in teeshirt and underwear drinking beer,
and the three guys slowly, guiltily did the same. Jose kept pulling at his
underwear nervously, as all three got hard, and I said "Fuck this."

I got up, got a bottle of lube and towels, and put them on the table,
dropped a towel in the chair, and flipped my shorts off. They guys looked
at my cock very nervously, and I squirted some lube on it and started
stroking, watching the beautiful straight cocks. Slowly, still pulling at
their underwear, the three boys each pulled off their shorts, and sat there
stroking, until Jose reached for the lube and greased himself. "Towel
please!" I said, and Jose, jumped, and put a towel on the couch. Within
minutes all three guys were stroking, hypnotized looking at my cock, and
muscles after I took my shirt off. "Hold on." I said, and then sat on the
couch with them. "Pretty nice sized meat!" I said, looking at either side,
"You could do porn." I decided to be bold, and reached out my hands to
either side, and said, "Let me see how big." I grabbed Jose's and Leon's
cocks, and they both squeaked "Papi" out and I squeezed them.

Enrique started stroking even faster. The guys were in their 20's, skinny
bodies that were starting to fill out, nice black bushes and furry bellies,
Enrique was very hairy. Jose's cock filled my hand nicely, not too long but
thick and uncut. Leon's cock was longer, and thinner, and Enrique's cock
was very dark brown, and an incredible dark brown head. It looked like his
cock was from an entirely different person. I watched the movie and stroked
the two guys who started breathing hard, and I used all my favorite cock
worship techniques to jack them – thumb running around the ridge under the
head, thumb and forefinger in a ring that stroked slowly from tip to base,
squeezing and pulling the head, popping out of my hand. This went on for a
while, my own cock dripping on the couch.

Suddenly, Jose was gasping a little bit, and I squeezed his cock hard, not
moving. I couldn't tell what was going to happen, and I leaned over, "Jose
stand up quick." Jose stood up and with both hands I jacked his fat cock
hard, and he gasped, and he said "I'm cumming!" in an instant I capped his
cock with my mouth, and the two other guys gasped, and stop breathing as
Jose creamed a huge load in my mouth, his young balls bouncing up and down
in their long sack, until his legs started shaking from the intensity of my
suck. I loved it. Thick creamy cum, and lots of it, gulped down. As I
pulled back from his cock, the look of shock on his face was priceless.
"How do you think I keep so big Jose?" I asked, and grinned. He collapsed
back on the couch, looking like a coma was setting in, when Enrique and
Leon immediately stood up in front of me without prompting.

I got a hold of their cocks, and began long slow strokes, twisting my hand
slightly for extra punch, and played with their sensitive uncut heads. I
stopped stroking Leon, and licked his cockhead as he gasped, then sucked
the tip hard, slowly pushing it between my pursed lips into my mouth.
Enrique and Leon started talking rapidly together, as I sucked in more of
Leon's cock, my lips now just past the rim of the head. I mouthed the edge
hard, and shook my head slightly, still sucking, then pressed his cockhead
against the roof of my mouth with my tongue pushing in harder into the
narrow opening I made. Leon gasped as the wet pressure in my hot mouth grew
more and more intense, as he pressed against my throat. He was just long
enough to get in, and he cried out as I popped the head in and out of my
throat opening gently, then I stopped to begin stroking him as I focused on
Enrique.

Enrique's cock, deep dark brown and shining now was a perfect sucking size,
but what was most amazing were his huge balls swinging as I jacked him off.
I could smell his cock too, even after the shower, from his sweat and
excitement. I licked the shaft from root to tip, then squeezed the shaft,
pulling on the skin, exposing the bulbous head. I pushed it in my mouth,
rotating my tongue around it, while Enrique and Leon talked together,
saying the occasional "Papi Joe". I pushed Enrique's cock further and
further in my mouth, until my lips were tight at the base, his curved-down
shaft locked in my throat, and I swallowed the head of his cock. He clapped
his hands on my head, pushing away – too sensitive – but I kept on, until
his knees buckled and he fell back on the couch.

I kept on with Leon now, long deep-dish slides of his cock from base to tip
in my mouth, then with my hand, stroking him in syncopation to my sucking.
Leon started whimpering as Enrique stood back up, and a moment later I got
my reward. Leon hunched over like a dog, holding onto my massive back
muscles, and began shooting cum in my throat, then pulling his hips out,
filling my mouth, then back and forth, each thrust another shot of cum that
I sucked out. He had a lot of cum! It was a fantastic sensation, when I
heard Enrique begin to howl and grunt, stroking his fat dark meat, and I
let Leon go, and held my mouth over Enrique's head. He began jetting hot
cum into my mouth, holding my head away slightly so I couldn't suck, only
lick his cockhead, first fast jets, then slower, then very slowly his last
jet coming out as he wobbled.

Fuck! There was Jose again, jacking off watching Papi Joe suck. I turned to
him, and began jacking myself off, as I began sucking Jose's fat cock again
– thank god for 20-year-olds refilling so fast – and I gave him another
wonderful suck and this time it wasn't even 5 minutes before he rewarded me
with a huge mouthful of cum. The three guys were now completely wrecked,
and probably wondering what was going on, watching the Porn again, and
drinking beer. "Nice cocks you guys have. Thank you for feeding Papi." They
all laughed, and relaxed a little bit, then asked "Papi you are gay!" You
bet. But you are so big and muscular. Yes. But. Shhhh! The conversation
revolved for a moment. You said you liked big Papi. Yes. You need to meet
Jaime. He was not at gym tonight. "Big is nice, but it's not magic you
know. Don't worry."

Enrique got up and fumbled with his jeans, and a moment later, was calling
someone. He sat down grinning as I got more beer for all of us, and we
continued watching, me stroking my still hard cock – the three guys slowly
getting hard again, but also slightly drowsy. We chatted back and forth
when there was a knock on the door. I stood up and the men all yelled
"Papi, you are naked!" as I looked at the peephole. There was a skinny guy
cut from the same mold as my gym rats, and I opened the door. He stood
gaping at me, and I said "Jaime?" he nodded and walked in. There's
something quite discomfiting about being met at the door by a naked person,
which I exploit to the maximum. Jaime came in and I gave him a beer, and he
settled down, bug-eyed at the three other naked guys. The spoke together in
Spanish, and Jaime reluctantly took his pants off, exposing a bulging set
of underwear.

He sat in the chair I had vacated, staring at my cock, and the movie, and
the three pointed to the lube, and towels, but Jaime shook his head no. We
all spoke for a bit, when Jaime clearly in a "what the hell" mode, took
pulled his underwear down, and out popped a beautiful cock. Really
oversized for his skinny furry body, very long – maybe 10" or more, and
very skinny. "Jamie has a really long cock Papi Joe, you like?" Yes, Jaime
come here. Jamie stood up and his cock literally swung up and out like an
arm, and he came over. I squirted lube on it, and started stroking it
slowly, putting hand over hand – it was longer than both my hands – and
Jaime stared, mute, scared slightly at this giant muscle guy playing with
his (straight?) cock. Jaime said something quietly back and forth with the
guys who were stroking their cock, and Jaime said "my boys say you can suck
anything."

I coughed, and grinned, and kneeling in front of Jaime, 5'4" maybe, I
opened my mouth and pushed his cock in, all the way to the root in one
quick go. Jamie and the guys gasped and talked, and I held his cock there
for a moment as I swallowed and massaged the tip. This was a cock for
worship. I backed off slowly, running my tongue around the shaft until I
was at the tip, and then I pressed two fingers, one on either side of the
shaft, pushing hard against his groin to make his cock really stand out. I
stood up, and laid my cock on his, and turned to the other guys – "Look" I
said. His cock was a little longer than mine, but skinnier. Fuck, it was
absolutely perfect to suck. "Look how long it is." I kneeled back down, and
out of the corner of my eye the guys were all jacking off, watching me suck
Jaime as they also watched some woman get penetrated three ways
simultaneously.

I stroked Jaime's cock with one hand, continuing to press along the groin,
looking at it closely and carefully completely getting into the size (this
was not going to be affectionate sex, so I had to refocus!) and measured
his cock over and over with my hands, holding it and stroking it as Jaime
watched the porn film. Hand-over-hand I stroked the length now, tip to
bottom, then bottom to top, squeezing the rock hard shaft, rubbing the tip
with my thumbs and fingers like a lightbulb, turning and screwing his glans
until he shivered and groaned. I put the tip in my mouth, and sucked just
the head as I stroked the shaft from tip to stern again, ramping up the
speed slightly. My other hand, I used it to jack myself off, enjoying the
perfect snake cock to suck – not thick, like Jose – I like thick; not
curved or dark like Enrique, very exciting and perfect to suck on your
knees, but nonetheless just pure size which had a quality all its own,
especially on such a short man.

Jaime started to wobble a little bit, and his smallish balls started
getting tighter, so I stopped. I let my hands roam over his lightly furred
chest, under his shirt, and I found his nipples and gently pinched and
pulled at them, but he wasn't sensitive. I let my hands slide down, and
started to squeeze his ass, but not even looking Jaime put his hand on mine
and put it back on his cock, and then put his hand on the back of my had,
pushing me closer. I took my left hand and began a very violent jack-suck
on his long meat, feeling the tender membranes of his cockhead squeezing
into my throat over and over, when the men chatted again suddenly, and I
realized the three others were standing near me. I continued to suck/jack
Jaime, more and more insensely, corkscrewing my hand along the shaft,
mouthing the rim and the head then feeling and pulling on his lightly
haired balls.

Jaime started talking rapidly in Spanish, and I pulled more strongly on his
balls, but that had the opposite effect – he bucked and shivered, almost
yelling, and then began pulsing cum into my mouth – very bitter cum,
delicious – and I kept sliding his spewing cum-filled cock in my throat,
then out as he grew frantic, pushing harder and harder on my head. Abruptly
his cum was over, but I kept sucking until he tried to pull away, falling
back in the chair, and I gave up. He laughed and thanked me, and the other
guys stopped jacking off, and sat back, drinking their beer. Then, in an
instant, they all began a flurry of activity, putting clothes on, and
thanking "Papi Joe" and suddenly, before I knew it, I was alone in the
hotel room, bad porn on the TV, and a big unmilked hardon. How did that
happen!

It was approaching 8pm, so I went out to dinner, at a great French Bistro
nearby (Steak & Fries) and coming back, went through the lobby and to my
room, and once inside, I heard a tentative knock on the door. "Papi?" I
heard. I was quite surprised, and I opened the door, and you could have
knocked me over with a feather. He was looking quite sheepish, horny, and
nervous all at the same time, "Can I come in?" so I pulled Jose in the
room. He kind of stood there, and he got very tongue-tied. "You are so big
Papi, I wanted to come back without the others. Um..." I understood. "Jose,
sit down and relax. In fact, come here. I slowly took off his Jacket, then
undid his loose belt, and setting him on the chair, pulled his shoes then
pants off, exposing the fat hardon he had. I took his shirt off, and looked
at his lean but defined body. "Papi Joe, I'm not as big as you..."

I stood him up, and sat down myself, and had him take my clothes off. He
was VERY nervous, which as I've said in other stories, is pure catnip to
me. He got my shoes and pants off, and I pulled on my underwear slightly so
my cockhead would poke out. He was hypnotized. I stood up so he could take
off my shirt, and I told him to feel my muscles. He immediately felt my
pecs, which I squeezed and flexed for him, he was a natural for muscle
worship the way his mouth dropped open. He almost unconsciously started
squeezing his hardon in his shorts as he felt my muscles, whispering to
himself, and I moved closer, pushing his face into my chest, wiping the
muscles across his face as I squeezed them, feeling him shake. I put his
mouth on my biceps, and had him trace all the bulging veins with his
tongue, from my wrist to my armpit.

He was squeezing himself frantically now, and I made him kneel, and feel my
huge thighs, also tracing out the bulging blood vessels. My cock was
literally an inch from his mouth, and Jose was breathless. I pulled him
back up, and looked at him, and nodded. I pushed my face forward, putting
my hand behind his head, and pulled his mouth to mine. He resisted until
our lips met, then I kissed him hard, wedging his mouth open with my lips
and tongue, and explored his mouth until he simply went limp and kissed me,
throwing his arms around me and then attacking my mouth hungrily. I knew
what to expect next. A teardrop on my cheek. He was shaking, and I didn't
want to embarrass him, and hugged him hard, as he got even harder on me,
and simply lifted him up, his legs around my waist. "Papi Joe will take
care of you Jose!" I whispered as he stifled a sob, all those emotions
mixing together into a heady exciting and dangerous brew for him.

He kissed me harder and harder, now wiping a tear away, realizing that he
was in a big sex fantasy now, not with his straight friends, but with the
biggest muscleman he'd ever seen and he could have all he wanted. "Papi,
don't hurt me. You're so big..." he said as I set him on the bed. My big cock
flopped over his leg, and he shivered looking at it, and wiped his face
again, and I pulled his underwear off. I picked him up again, and he began
grinding his cock against my belly, and I reached and positioned my cock
between us, so he could feel us slowly grinding together. He started
bouncing on me, arms over my shoulders around my neck, talking endlessly to
himself. I set Jose back on the bed, and said, "Jose, how old are you?" He
looked at me and said "22". I winked at him, and said "how old are you
really." "No Papi, 22!" he insisted.

I crawled into bed beside him and started stroking his body, and I helped
him to kiss me more gently, "slowly" I said, so he wouldn't bruise my
mouth. I helped him stroke my body, and squeeze and feel my cock, jacking
me off, and I eased my hips further and further around until his cock was
facing me as he faced mine. His delicious short fat cock was perfect to
suck, and I squeezed the base to make it more prominent as I licked the
head, and pushed him in my mouth. I felt Jose's tongue touch the tip of my
cock, and lick around feeling like a hummingbird was on my dick. I sucked
his head in further, then the entire staff, his big tight balls against my
chin. "Fuck!" he yelled, and immediately he came, jetting hot juice in my
mouth – what a dessert!

He arched his back as I sucked harder, grabbing his hips to hold him still
before he knocked a tooth out, and sliding the sensitive membranes of his
cock against my tongue and mouth, drained him dry. Jose gasped for a
second, and I moved around again, and pulled him up on me, hugging and
stroking him as he caught his breath. We both sat still and almost nodded
off, but young guys are so cum-filled and horny that stroking his nipples,
he was hard again and jacking off in minutes. I sat on the edge of the bed,
and put Jose in front of me. He looked frightened. I told him to open his
mouth wide, and pulled his mouth to my crotch. I put my cockhead in his
mouth, and told him to close his lips around it, and suck. He did, with an
added helping of teeth – "no teeth!" I yelled, and he slowly figured it out
as I held his mouth and fucked my cockhead in and out gently.

He sucked more and I felt his tongue fluttering around my cockhead so I
pushed in further. Another inch and another inch as he sucked, immobile,
looking up at me, until I hit his throat, and he looked startled, then
gagged as I pulled back out. I started over again, thinking of how I would
have to do this for Sami soon. I never could get Jose to swallow my big
meat, but that was OK, he was so happy eventually to be sucking Papi Joe's
big cock, and I pulled him back in bed where we had a hot 69. As aggressive
as he was with kissing, once he figured out sucking cock, he was aggressive
too, and after hours of edging, I was ready to cum. I stopped, and asked
Jose if he wanted my cum. He whispered "yes" and I told him to get ready.

I continued sucking his cock, very hard now with a jack-suck motion,
cupping his balls, and as the good old fucking feeling crept up in my
groin, I felt a small jet of cum hit Jose's hot wet mouth inside. Jose
paused, then kind of spasmed, then immediately started jetting cum in my
mouth. Wow! Just what I wanted, and immediately flooded his mouth with cum.
He tried to swallow and coughed eventually, laughing and more and more cum
came out, but he was game, and hungry, and tried to take all of it he
could. He paused, and buried his head under my balls, between my legs,
grabbing and squeezing me, and I did him as the last few jets of cum came
out. We sat there a moment and he said, "Papi Joe, can you fuck me?" I was
a bit surprised, and frankly not ready for a fucking so wiggled back around
in bed to hug him, face to face, and told him that we would do that next
time.

It must have been 10pm at this stage, and we cuddled and kissed for another
hour, falling asleep and then waking, until around midnight I saw Jose
standing by the bed, jacking off, rubbing his hands over all my muscles and
fur, squeezing me gently. It was beautiful the way he adored all of me, and
I began jacking off too. I squeezed my muscles, popping my shoulders like
the gym, pecs, biceps, triceps, quads, calves, then making my belly ripple
a little bit. Jose was really fwapping his cock hard, and when he started
rocking and looking like he was going to shoot, I told him to cram his cock
in my mouth, to make Papi Joe big. He did, flooding me with cum just as I
began shooting, and he awkwardly tore away to cram my cock in his mouth,
and this time he gobbled up my cum without gagging and coughing as a few
wayward jets of sperm flew over my chest.

Jose crawled back in bed, and I wrapped him in a warm sheet and blanked,
curled him up in my arms, and he looked at me with big brown eyes – "Papi,
I love you." Aww, who doesn't like to hear something like that! We fell
asleep together, and sometime around 3am I woke up to set the alarm. Both
up at 6am, Jose very quiet, room service breakfast in the other room, and
he finally said Goodbye. What a tasty day, ending up not disappointed at
all. Just had to take it slowly! In fact, a few years later I talked to a
hot dad at a bear event in DC, and we were going to play together with his
partner – that he gave a fantastic suck job, he had been patiently trained
by a massive bodybuilder daddy like me, and loved getting fucked. Over
walked Jose, same tattoos, nice scruffy beard, and his eyes lit up, "Papi
Joe!" and the hot dad realized exactly who the 'hot bodybuilder daddy who
broke him in' actually was!

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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.