Date: Fri, 04 Sep 2015 00:00:29 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: CityView DC, Coryanthes City View: Washington DC Vol 2 Copyright © 2015 by texbearjoe All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews. eBook collections are available on Amazon.com, apple iTunes store, and Nook, search for `texbearjoe' on each site to find the updated list of publications. 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 —— *Coryanthes* The few years I worked in DC off and on, I realized why my family said DC stood for "Dent City" – atrocious driving. One day, when I was trying to drive across town to try a Gold's gym out in Arlington – "Ballston" Golds – I go entirely stuck on K & 11th. Trying to get away from traffic and roadwork, drove past a coffee shop, then around in a circle and saw the entrance to a cute nursery – "Gingo Gardens". That was it. I parked my car, got a coffee, walked a few blocks to the garden center and walked slowly enjoying not driving. There were very cute bears working in the nursery, which made me feel like I was about to meet "Michael Tolliver" from "Tales in the City", and as I walked around the cute bears noticed me. One very furry one came over, and asked if he could help, and I said "Please make Kensington Orchids come back!" and he laughed – I loved visiting the gigantic orchid nursery out in Maryland since I was a kid. (Texbearjoe was a spoiled brat with his own greenhouse, pre CITES orchid importation license, and a nice collection when he was around 10). Kensington Orchids had closed a few years back, and that was that. One thing led to another and we talked orchids – Mike (yes, that was his name) was quite knowledgable, and asked me what my favorite was. "Coryanthes in general." I said. He looked surprised. "The bucket orchid," he said, "that's very unusual." I grinned: "Imagine, an orchid that secretes drops of, well, precum that accumulate in a bucket to attract male bees. The bees slide on a waxy substance, lets call it cockcheese, and fall in the precum. They have to walk along small hard flower erections until they get sprayed with sticky flower cum so they fertilize the next flower. Can you imagine the poor male bee has to do that over and over all day, must be exhausting getting sprayed with cum over and over, eh?" Mike blushed deeply, and was kind of speechless. "Look it up, google 'Coryanthes' on internet." I said. "I know I know," Mike stuttered, "it's just that, well, not heard it that way." We both laughed and talked for a while, and I said, "I have to go to they gym. My muscles aren't giant enough (flexed my arm and rolled my eyes) But if you'd like a drink, come by my hotel tonight around 7!" I wrote my number on the back of a store business card, and went back out to car, then to gym. Well, it was a long shot. To my amazement, Mike called me at the gym around 6:30, telling me he got off work at 7, and we coordinated to meet at my hotel. I don't know what it is about nurseries, but the men are always hot. Always. It's crazy. I got all excited like a 14-year-old girl, for god sake! Michael showed up in his green overalls and teeshirt, and I wanted to eat him alive, but we calmly had a beer, and discussed stuff like adults. That lasted 5 minutes, then I said "Michael, uh, Mike, can I tell you something? It won't bother you?" Mike looked surprised, and said "Yes Joe." I told him he was the hottest bear I had seen in Washington, and I would love to see him with fewer clothes. He responded that he thought that since he had seen me in the garden shop, and had spent the rest of the afternoon driving the other guys crazy talking about me and my damn cum orchid. We went upstairs, and I grabbed Mike and gave him a huge kiss just as the door closed, and we had to have been locked kissing for about 15 minutes! Our hands roamed everywhere squeezing against each other, and he squeezed and felt my cock in my trousers and gasped a tiny bit. I pulled back and looked at him. He had a nice trim brown beard, shot with some grey, very thick furry arms, and was slightly chubby in a solid, masculine way. He kissed beautifully, slowly, savoring the feeling as our tongues tangled up a bit, and his mouth was slightly bittersweet from the beer. He smelled wonderful, earthy and slightly sweaty, and I could feel the hair on the back of his neck was damp. I asked him if we could go to the bedroom, and he sighed, and I asked what was the matter! "I'm not a muscle guy like you. I hope that's OK?" I laughed and said that was perfect. "Also, I'm not big hung." He stuttered "I mean, I'm not hung big. I'm not long. Nice and thick. Not long. You felt like it hung halfway down your leg." "Not halfway exactly," I smiled. Mike blushed again! "I would love to massage you," he began, "I have never felt muscles like that." "Well, I'm all yours!" I exclaimed. Mike slowly took my clothes off, folding then neatly on the TV table in front of the bed. I was in my shorts, with a big bulge that he loved, not shyly, squeezing and kneading, then I unhooked his overalls as he kicked off his Croc's (hideous shoes), and socks, and suddenly we were both standing in our underwear. Mike may not have been long but he was ballsy with a beautiful basked – but I also knew the magic, that when you were excited with someone, the cock looked perfect no matter what size it was. I handed Mike some silicon lube, which he kind of looked at strangely. "I use it for massage," I began, "I break out if you use lanolin based or other massage oils." "Oh!" he said, and then pulled me to the bed, growing more confident. He kind of positioned me face down, and then made up the pillows so my face was supported but not smothered. Mike was clearly an old fashioned gay guy – adept at a lot of things, quiet, I thought he was more San Francisco 1983 than DC 2005. He began pushing down on my back, carefully articulating with his fingers each muscle along my spine then working up to my traps and shoulders. He gasped feeling them – I'm massive – and asked me if I was hurting as he really began intense tissue massage. "In the words of Hateful Head Helen, 'Honey you ain't hurting me, you're tickling me!'" Mike exclained "oh my god, you know that rap single!" "Mike we're around the same age." And he continued with the massage, as I felt all the annoyance and tiredness of the day ooze out of my shoulders. If what Arnold Schwarzenegger said is true that Boys have Abs but Men have Shoulders, I am a real man. Michael loved feeling the big deltoids and then working down along my lats to my ass, and then gently, ever so gently pushed his fingers under the elastic of my underwear. He began kneading my glutes, really digging in and making me gasp, with pleasure. He then worked along my hams down to my calves, and said "you have enormous calves! You can't really see, but now in my hand, they are like cantaloupes!" he was really getting into it, then moved lower to massage my feet. I almost fainted. I love my feet massaged, but can barely tolerate the sensation, then suddenly my head exploded. He took one foot in his mouth and sucked and licked the toes, in-between, all around, and then chewed gently. I was dying, shaking, groaning. He kept playing with my feet, his calloused hands creeping back up and then slowly slid my underwear down, down, then popped them off leaving me naked in the bed. He began stroking my body with his beard now. Now I was going crazy. He slid up very slowly, then forcefully pulled my legs apart, and fumbling around, I suddenly felt a pillow under my hips, propping my ass up. He then tickled my ass with his beard, around and around until I could feel his breath on my glutes, one hand on my feet, another on my neck, and then a wet tongue slid over my asshole. FUCK! I've been rimmed, but the feeling of head-to-toe massage, with rimming, with my neck massage, and the beard. To this day, that was an electric moment I cannot forget. I arched my back but he pushed back down, and spreading my cheeks stopped massaging, and started stroking my asshole with one finger, circles and circles. He licked his fingertip and continued massaging, pushing in incredibly gently and slowly, tickling me open more and more as goosebumps flowed over me like a river. "You're incredibly hairy Joe," he said, "all your back, your shoulders. You're just so pale, you can't see it until like I'm like giving you goosebumps!" he said. He continued to play with my ass how, spreading m hole open and touching the muscle with his tongue, flicking expertly back and forth over the sensitive tissue getting groan after groan out of me. He scraped his moustache against the hole, and continued to rim me, alternating with fingering my asshole with his wet lubed finger, until – I didn't realize – he was a few knuckles deep inside! He touched against my prostate gently, sending waves of sensation through me, then stretched my asshole open to get his tongue deep inside. Magnificent. Ever so gently, he rolled me over, and my cock flopped down along my leg. His underwear was soaked I saw, and he was sweating up a storm. Mike was about my height – 5'9", and a true muscle bear. Furry all over, so perfectly made it looked like a drawing, big shoulders, nice chest, and a nice belly. He took off his underwear watching me, and his fat cock bounced up – I don't know why he was worried – and I smelled the smell of a lot of sweat and precum. "Your Coryanthes is about to attract bees!" I said, and I reached out and took a glob of precum to taste. Faintly bitter. Mike laughed, and then put his cock right up to my mouth, where I was able to lick the tip, and work some more precum out of him as he groaned and thrust his hips more forward. He pulled back then suddenly, and putting more lube on his hands, began on my chest. I told him the best way was to grab one pectoral, pulling on it, and shove it in his mouth like a hamburger. He did so, and I flexed it, so it wiggled around in his hand as he sucked and pulled on it, massaging the muscle. We played this game for some minutes, then he continued massaging the rest of my upper body, arms, thighs, gently laying my cock to each side as he worked on my quads, squeezing my feet lightly, then leaning over, he began massaging my cock. It was indescribable- squeezing gently from bottom to top, working the loose skin over the veiny shaft, working all the key pressure points on the head, and balls, then slowly spreading my legs again he gave me a twisting hand cock massage as he finger fucked me. I was in agony from the pleasure, needing to cum badly now after almost and hour of pleasure. Mike was literally dripping precum on the floor as I watched, and I reached out to pull another spidery strand to my mouth. "You are a hungry bee!" he said, "you love cock honey!" and came back over, his stubby cock at the tip of my mouth again as I managed to suck a glob of more solid precum out of him. He gently pushed me over in the bed, and laying beside me, his belly against my side, began massaging my cock as he sucked the head, slowly working more and more in his mouth as he again resumed the tantalizing cock massage. I decided to do the same, massaging his fat cock as I took the heavy head in my mouth, rolling my tongue slowly all over it and around the rim, stroking the shaft as I pushed more and more meat in my mouth. He was so hairy you couldn't see his balls, but as I grasped them I yelled a "whoa" – they were literally like two big eggs, really huge – and cupped and massaged each one gently while sucking, and felt them begin to pull up tighter and tighter against him. "Do you want," I began to say, when he, without any warning began shooting cum all over my beard and face before I could open my mouth, stop talking and suck. He convulsed slightly, sucking me very hard, and I was able to down a shot or two of his bitter cum, burying my face in his sweaty crotch. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, "I, it's, uh, too exciting. I've never touched muscles like yours, I've been on the edge, Oh..." I told him to be quiet, and enjoy, so as I licked up his cum he continued sucking me, more intense and focused than before. He never went quite soft, so a few minutes later he started to get hard again, and I attempted to get a ball in my mouth to suck, which tasted great. He began deepthroating my shaft now, long gliding thrusts against my crotch with his hand on the shaft as he pulled back, an amazing suck and jack that only massage guys know how to do. I pulled him closer, opening his legs, and got my face closer and closer to his asshole, which I stroked with a wet finger as he gasped and stopped sucking for a moment. I had the sense, well, that he was sucking to make me cum, instead of enjoying the sex himself, so I gently called a time-out, and got something to drink while he lay sweating, and panting on the bed. "Come here!" I said, and sat on a chair, and got him to sit in Daddy Joe's lap. His back was against one arm, his legs over the other arm, so I didn't have to feel all his weight, and as we cuddled and kissed, I began to massage his asshole again. We were relly buried in each other now, kissing, and I slowly penetrated his ass with a finger as I began jacking his cock, squeezing and stroking him exactly like he had me. It was heaven to have this bear in my lap, and I sat playing and teasing with him for some time until I decided I had to feel his asshole wrapped around my cock. I started to push my finger in slightly deeper, and he held my hand, saying he might need to clean up. Perfect! I pushed him off me, and took him to the walk-in shower, and adjusting the temperature for HOT, had the pleasure of soaping up all his fur from top to bottom, then cleaning and rinsing him off inside and out. Then he surprised me. "Daddy, can you do something?" he asked. "What Mike?" I said surprised at the turn of my name. "Daddy, can you pee on me?" Well, why not, we were in the shower anyway. He kneeled down, and I began to unload the beer from an hour earlier, very difficult to do with a hardon, in spurts all down his lightly furred back, over his face, and in his hair, his chest. He loved it, jacking off gently as I did so. "Daddy, I want it a special place," he said, standing and turning. Aha! I had a lot of piss from he beer, and from a gallon of water at the gym, so as he turned, I soaped his hairy asshole, and gently pushed my cockhead inside it, not too far. He grunted, I am big and he was tight, even with the soap as lube. As I pushed in, I relaxed slightly, concentrating on pissing with a hardon. Slowly the gates opened inside, and suddenly I felt a "whoosh", and I was pissing in his ass like a firehose. I had to imagine that he had to piss badly too, and as I filled him up, he shivered, and grunted, groaning out loud "DADDY!" and then he let his own stream of piss go in the shower whining and groaning with the effort, and then as I pulled my cock out his hole, my piss gushing out, he emitted a low "FUCK" and dropped to his knees in the shower, pissing and dripping piss out his asshole as he shivered and apologized for losing control! "Mike isn't that the point?" I asked, turning the shower back on, laughing. I rinsed him off again, and his asshole with a few fingers rolling all around, "looks like you fell in the precum bucked of my Coryanthes Orchid trap!" I laughed. Could I be more nerdy? We got out of the shower, and I toweled him off, and hustling him back into the bedroom, I had him on his back on the bed in a moment. His fat cock stood straight up as I lubed his hairy hole, and I popped the head of my cock back in. He was tight again, and grabbed his cock to jack as he begged me to fuck him deeper. I slowly slid my shaft in his hole, feeling all around inside his rectum, then bent my knees slightly so I could angle up and hit his prostate. I bounced a few times against it gently as his eyes widened, and his mouth became an "O" of pleasure, then I began a nice deep-dish fuck rhythm, my muscles all lose and comfortable, jamming further and further inside his rectum until I was almost into his colon. It takes me a while to cum, even though I had been edged by him for almost an hour with massage, the shower piss fuck, but I was enjoying feeling my furry bear in front of me too much – I didn't want it to end. I bent over and kissed him, "put your arms around Daddy" I said, then lifted him right up, legs around my waist. He screamed "OW" and I put him immediately back on the bed. My cock had gone deep into him in one stroke, and he wasn't prepared. "Did I hurt you Mike?" I asked, but he grinned, and nodded no. "Just surprised. Hold on. Stay in." he said, and then he reached his arms back out, and I lifted him up again, sitting on my cock. I carried him over to the chair, where I sat down, spreading his legs over mine, and he rode my cock. One way I like to do that is to flex my calves and hips very quickly until Mike was literally bouncing up and down on my cock like a puppet. He was gasping and holding onto my biceps staring at all my muscles while I pummeled his asshole. It was wonderful, a perfect position to kiss and play with him while I got the maximum glide sensation on my cock. Dying to watch myself, I stopped, and we kind of jerked and slid the chair around until it was facing the mirror, and I then watched his hairy asshole bouncing on my cock, my long shaft disappearing into him with each stroke. I put his feet on the floor slowly, and told him now to bounce himself, which he did, growling loudly as I now slammed my cock hard against his hairy ass, fucking like a machine as he held onto my chest, beard and face against my shoulder. His cock was rubbing against my belly, and I felt his balls dangle and get slammed against him with each of my thrusts, and I realized it was either intensely painful or erotic for him. I fucked him hard, and soft, and he finally turned around sitting away from me holding onto the chair and bounding his asshole as hard as he could on my cock, telling Daddy to fuck his bear son as hard as he could. We ended up shouting at each other for a while, completely crazed with the fucking and I felt around at his cock the thick rubberiness in my hand and I realized that was it! I began cumming in his ass, telling Mike Daddy was filling his ass now with Daddy's spunk, and Mike began jacking off hard, grinding his ass on my cock to get every drop. I shot 5-6 gobs into his ass, and we continued fucking for a while, but Mike wasn't near cumming. As I began to get soft, and sensitive, I pushed Mike off, and got on my knees, shoving four fingers of my left hand up his hairy asshole. His eyes practically bulged out as I began to suck the tip of his cock as he jacked off, and he began yelling at me again, his Daddy and how good it all felt. I commanded him to feed Daddy a huge load of cum, shoving fingers particularly hard against his prostate which was as hard as a nut. I then forced my face down his cock, to the root, pushing his hand off as I pushed him against my face with the hand up his ass. He barked out "cum cum" and began shooting for me, spurts of cum hitting the roof and back of my mouth as I sucked and kneaded his cock with my tongue. I sucked hard, taking every bit of his bear spunk into my mouth, thrusting hard against his prostate as he began yelling Daddy almost at the top of his lungs, and even after he stopped I continued as he tried to push me off. Not easy to do with half a hand in your ass pushing the other way! He began laughing, and I slowly relented, and finally stopped, sliding myself back up in the chair, pulling Michael along. He climbed back up in my lap, curling up, cuddling against me and we resumed as we had began, kissing intensely, holding each other, exhausted but happy. What a wonderful appetizer! I took him to dinner that night – it was past 9pm when we finished! – and Mike actually spent the night with me completely cuddled up in bed holding on for dear life. We had a wonderful intimate time in DC until he did, indeed, move to San Francisco. Woof! [image: Description: https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif] —— 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.