Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2015 18:22:53 -0500
From: Joe <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView: DC, Installment "Curly"

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

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Curly


Many years back, I had property I had to manage in DC, and was there
semi-monthly for several years. I always enjoy going to DC – I was actually
born there – and I know a lot of the city like the back of my hand. It has
changed dramatically since I was a kid visiting family (I ended up growing
up in Tennessee where my dad retired to), and the worst parts of McPherson
square and Dupont Circle are now bustling business areas and
family-friendly outdoor parks. So strange in a way, really. A great thing
about DC for me is that it's so mixed up – nationalities, looks, ages – and
really, if you have a taste in almost anything you can probably find it
there (and in some ways, in a more relaxed fashion than NYC). It's also a
strangely young city, everyone seems 10-20 years younger than me.

And in a city with few muscle bears and muscle dads, I stuck out like a
neon sign. I'll reveal here that I'm slightly OCD, and I like to get a
routine down when I travel/work so I don't have to think – work, gym,
dinner, mail, standard hotel, everything like clockwork which makes it very
disruptive and fun when I meet someone. One restaurant I frequented for
breakfast near Dupont Circle was "Au Bon Pain", with Belgian breads and
social seating. On a warm Saturday morning I'd find myself with coffee,
lots of proteins, and some get-me-going carbs for breakfast. Big white
beard, and the usual skintight xxxl teeshirt, I'd be reading my NYT on the
iPad, and today I watched a really handsome young bear sit near me at the
long shared table in the room center.

I looked up at him over my reading glasses, wondering what he would taste
like between two slices of bread, and I got him enormously flustered I
think. He dropped the menu, his cheeks flushed, and he looked irresistible.
He had very curly dark hair, a curly beard, glasses. The beard was high on
his cheeks, which I love, but not a natural on the throat, very carefully
groomed. I stared at him a little too much, and being completely shameless,
I asked him to keep an eye on my iPad as I got up and went to the bathroom,
coffee doing it's natural thing to my body... I came back and thanked him,
leaning over to his ear and I tossed caution to the wind, "You know you're
incredibly handsome." He really was, not big, but had very broad shoulders
like a wrestler, and very hairy arms, more small curls.

I sat back down, and he looked, well, angry. "I'm surprised," he began, "I
thought you would be nicer. I know who you are." Sigh! "Texbearjoe?" "Yeah,
'so handsome', you know I'm not in your league." He looked very unhappy. I
looked at him, thinking my hot young bear sandwich was walking away.
"You've read my stories on big muscle..." "Yes." He responded. "And you like
huge muscles, huge cocks..." "Whoa! I like masculine. Let me see your hand."
He looked confused thank god. He put his hand out. It was big, I have to
say, beautiful spatulate fingers, bit thumb, flat nail, and tufts of curly
black hair on each digit. "If I could lure you back to my hotel, up the
street, and only play with your hand, I'd love it. If I could kiss your
beard, that's even better." "I'm confused," he began, slightly less angry
red.

"I love masculine. And you radiate it. Sexy curly fur, beard, broad
shoulders..." I was staring at him intently. "Your eyes are bluer than they
seem online he said, more quietly. And you're enormous." He was relaxing.
Sami was his name, I gathered instantly that he was Persian. We chatted a
bit more and I asked him to come by, no strings attached. I usually stayed
at the Hilton Embassy Row (no longer a Hilton) and he came up with me, and
sat on the bed. His clothes were too tight for his frame, he was built
quite thickly, and I jumped up on the bed, curling up with a bunch of
pillows and pulled him up. Surprising him, I think, I gave him a big kiss,
and slowly climbed up on him, my 250lbs squashing him into the bed. He
shivered, and groaned and I took my shirt off, sitting on his belly.

He went silent again, and I kissed him some more, enjoying the feeling of
his beard – he was a good beginning kisser, enthusiastic, a little shy. I
flipped my shoes off, and sliding off the bed, took his off, and played
with his big feet – more curly hair on his toes, huge feet, and he was
warming up very well. I leaned forward to take off his belt and pants, and
he kind of jumped out from under my hands. "I'm shy." He said. "No
Problem." I replied, and took my pants off, down to black underwear, and
climbed back in the bed. I slowly got his shirt off, leaving him with a
kind of formless undershirt, and he slowly got off the bed as we talked –
turns out he was a chemist with the US patent office, and I made awful
jokes about platinum catalysts and organic solvents.

He shyly got up and lowered his pants, looking in a corner, and huge, I
mean huge furry legs emerged, not flattering shorts, so I had him looking
like a 60-year-old grandpa in baggy teeshirt and shorts, and decided to do
some editing. "Off with the undies!" I said and Sami looked distinctly
unhappy. Suddenly I felt like the Red Queen from Alice in Wonderland. Sami
turned around to the corner again, and reluctantly took off his shorts. His
legs were covered with tufts of black curly fur, and then I caught my
breath. He leaned over, and flashing his magnificently furry ass at me,
lifted one leg out of the shorts, and I saw his balls. His ball sack was
almost hairless, deep purple brown, and I swear to god he looked like a
bull. Absolutely enormous balls hung way down low, and then my blood went
cold.

A huge thick cock hung down further in front of his balls, soft, cut, with
a huge fat head. In a flash he had his other leg out, and turning around,
he held his hand over his crotch. I slid to the edge of the bed, and told
him what wonderful big legs he had, very hairy, very thick, like a
powerlifter. Big ass, and big hips, what a package. He did not want to take
his teeshirt off, so I was content for the moment looking at the fur
erupting out his collar and armholes. I pulled him back to bed, not telling
him it didn't matter covering his cock, and we began kissing and making out
slowly. He was so shy, it hurt! I put my hand on his belly, which was a bit
big and thick, and he grunted, and as I slid my hand under his shirt, he
tried to pull away.

He was thick, a bit fat, and absolutely covered with fur. I aggressively
slid my hand to his chest, and played with his pecs which were a bit soft,
and big. He shuddered and gasped as I played with his nipples under the
shirt, he was very sensitive and as I tried to pull the shirt up to see the
forest of hair, he kept it pulled down, but now was fighting also with his
ginormous cock which was getting hard and couldn't be held down with a
hand. So, to make matters worse I decided to tickle him, play with his
nipples and pull his arms back, and this set us wrestling on the bed, when
he finally said "Please Uncle Joe," so sadly, I stopped. I sat on his belly
again, kissing him, leaving his hands over his cock, and said, "Sami, I'm
pulling your shirt off."

He turned his face away from me and I pulled his shirt up to look at the
forest of fur and flesh, and buried my face in between his tits, kissing
him and licking. I went after his nipples, which were very big, and taking
one of his pecs in both hands, gnawed and sucked on it while he cried out
and wiggled hard. My legs are harder, and I held his hands to his sides
with an iron leg lock and I finally said "Sami, relax!" He turned and
looked at me, and I kissed him again, forehead, furry cheeks, lips, neck,
and said, "You're a hottie!" Sami said "I don't feel like a hottie. I feel
thick and fat and ugly and hairy. Just like my father. Everything fat and
thick and hairy." It was all I could do to keep from giggling because of
course, fat, thick and hairy are magic words.

But there was a hell of a lot of baggage here. I saw a Mom telling Dad that
he was too sexual and fat and thick and hairy and a monster, thinking the
son didn't hear. I saw Sami as the smart kid, glasses, pudgy, shaving at
11, made fun of by the other kids. I kissed him and saw him looking at my
hard tan chest with tiny pink nipples, and his big hairy tits with huge
pink nipples and I remembered my own time in school, 40 years ago. We
talked a bit more – he was around 25, MIT grad school, major geek like me,
and very lonely. I almost felt guilty, a tiny fraction of a second, because
I looked down at his giant soft cock and balls, and got a huge surge of
horniness to drain him completely dry and get over the histrionics. I
slowly wrapped my huge arms around him, pulled him towards me, and kept
kissing him, playing with his nipples which drove him crazy, until they
were thick and distended, occasionally letting my leg stroke his cock which
was getting rubbery as it got hard.

There was an armchair in the room and I got up, and got Sami to stand up,
holding his hand, and as his other hand went to shield his cock and balls,
grabbed it. I walked him over to the chair, his body jiggling a bit, and
had him sit down. I pulled the chair to the foot of the bed, and lifted his
big legs, feet on the bed, exposing his crotch, balls, asshole to me. I
cannot tell you how lurid, obscene, and delicious it looked – big hairy
belly, gigantic brown purple cut cock, huge balls hanging down over the
edge of the chair. I scooted him forward as he grunted, not sure what was
going to happen, and I slowly lifted his balls – one in each hand guys,
fuck! – and probed at his exposed pink hairy asshole with my tongue. He
giggled – yes, he was young – and I then licked up against his balls,
taking one in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, then the other.

My hands roamed up over his hairy belly, until I got to his thick tits, and
taking his nipples between my middle finger and thumb, flicked them with my
forefinger as I licked his thickening cockshaft. Everything about him was
thick and loose, and as I worked up to his cockhead, he started crying out,
gasping, and suddenly as I flicked his nipples again, his balls literally
climbed up in their sack, and he began shooting cum all over my beard.
Fuck! I got the tip of his fat head in my mouth as he filled me up with
tasty cream, and he must have saved up for the year because he was an
enormous cummer. I was gasping to swallow it all. He was shuddering and
shaking as he finally stopped cumming a bit – I wasn't even able to
concentrate on his cock, and he began apologizing!

I stood up quickly, and sat on his hairy thighs, my cock bouncing up
against his belly, and I kissed him squeezing my arms around him. He had to
stop talking and we both just sat there feeling the hugs and each other as
minutes passed, and I dragged him back to bed. He somehow came to life and
began kissing and hugging me like he had never been in bed with a man, and
I realized he really didn't quite know what to do. We calmed down for a
moment and talked more for a bit, and emotions came pouring out. He went
crazy kissing my body all over, and then I reached for my sex kit, pulling
a bottle of lube out. I got him on his knees, and filled his hands with
lube, explaining to rub them together briskly to warm it all up. I got on
my belly as he sat on my ass, and he started massaging all my muscles. Fuck
he loved big muscles, and finally leaned over, his hairy belly and chest on
my back, rubbing instinctively making me crazy with all the fur.

I flipped around under him, and grabbing him, made him rub against me on
the front, and his cock started hardening again as mine rubbed against him.
What a fuckstick, big legs, huge ass, fur, everything. I pushed his fat
cock between my legs, and holding his hairy ass, pushed him against me,
fucking against me, and after four or five minutes, he finally got with the
program, and went crazy fucking against Uncle Joe. I then wrestled around,
sitting on his chest, and lowered my cock into his bearded mouth. He looked
nervous and kind of put his lips around the shaft, and I said "suck Sami,
it's not a thermometer." Wrong thing to say, he began laughing, so I
wiggled around, and now, his cock at full mast, I looked at it carefully
and began my gourmet suck.

The head was very broad, not long, and though he was cut there was still
some skin around it to play with. I could barely get my hand around the
thick purple brown shaft, and pushing the head in my mouth, I started
licking all around it, and the edge, then focusing on the opening, sucking
it a little hard. Pushing the cockhead further in my mouth, I slid it
against my tongue, trying to keep it away from the edges of my teeth, while
Sami held onto my waist for dear life. Pushing more into my mouth, I felt
his cockhead push against my throat like a fist. Pulling back, I grabbed
the bottle of lube, and oiled his cock. It always works better to
deepthroat with a well-lubed cock, and for extra measure, I oiled his
beautiful big balls and scrotum. Sami was in heaven as far as I could tell,
and my cock was fucking between his tits in the hairy cleft while I started
sucking again, but I had an epiphany.

I took one of his very low-hanging balls, and putting it in my mouth,
realized with a shudder... I pushed it to the back of my mouth as I moved my
face to the base of his cock, and without warning to Sami, I tried to
swallow it and it popped right in my throat. FUCK! Sami yelped a bit, and
held me tighter while I grabbed his other ball, and started massaging it
with my greasy hand as I kept swallowing on the ball in my throat. There
was no way I could get the other ball in at the same time, much less
swallow, so I slowly pulled it back out, Sami twitching I think with the
pressure, and I pushed the other ball in my mouth and slowly stuffing it
in, swallowed it too. Holding onto his cock now with both hands and
stroking him, throating his balls, it was actually too much for me, and I
spontaneously started shooting cum into the fur on his chest.

I started fucking what I could in his tight grip, and he cried out "Uncle
Joe" as I creamed his tits, swallowing even harder with the ball I had, and
finally, reluctantly gave up and he twitched as it pulled back out my
throat. My cock was still on fire from sex, but I didn't want to stop.
Nestled in his cum-wet fur, I continued to grind against him, now holding a
hand around his ball sack, pulling the balls away from his cock and
lowering my head to the cockhead again, started pushing it into my mouth.
The more I pulled on his scrotum, the more intense the sensation must be on
his circumsized cockhead, and licking and pulling on it, I slid it deeper
into my mouth, again pressing against my throat, well-lubed this time. Sami
was groaning out loud as I pushed harder and harder, and with a painful
spark in my throat, I felt his cockhead enter it.

Sami started squeezing the breath out of me, groaning and crying out, and
as I popped the head in and out of my throat, certain I had torn something,
he started shoving his hips against my face, rhythmically then
uncontrollably! I've had big cocks before – long ones, and thick ones. I've
had ones I could barely get in my mouth. There was something so fat and
delicious about Sami's cock, it was on a level all its own. He was really
enjoying the suck and throating session, shivering and continuing to buck.
Whoa! I felt his balls starting to pull up tight. He was very quick on the
trigger. I kept popping him I and out of my throat when the fountain began.
He came a lot the first time, but this time, with his cock lodged in my
throat, even though I pulled on his balls he began braying "Joe Joe" loudly
and started cumming. I actually felt a gush of cum in my throat like a
water from a hose, and unconsciously counted the pulsations.

He shot two huge gushes into my throat as I pulled back slightly, then he
gushed three more quickly into my mouth. I swallowed as hard as I could,
but I couldn't get my tongue somehow right and I only partially swallowed
gushes of cum before two more filled my mouth and spilled out a bit. He was
bucking now, and it was hard to keep that huge cock in my mouth, so with
both hands I held onto the fucktube. He gushed five times now as I held his
cock, filling my mouth several times, and then thinking it was over, I
pulled back slightly. He immediately squirted twice more on my mouth and
beard, and even as I lapped it up, he refilled twice more, arching his
back, then falling against the bed, releasing me, and gasping. I pulled
myself back to him, wiping my face on the sheets, and kissed him, grinning,
as he grinned at me. "Uh, " I began, "do you always cum like a can of coke
that is opened after it's shaken? I can't believe how much you cum twice in
a row!"

Sami grinned at me. "My Dad is the same way." I felt faint. You know, I
hear about or read about incest sex, but when it keeps slapping you in the
face, it begins to feel odd. "I don't want to hear about that now." "Uncle
Joe, I can't believe you like me. And you do! I know it! You are a god." I
began to get annoyed, and it takes a lot to make me really annoyed. This
was easy, and I had done it before. I walked up to the clothes closet.
"Sami, come here." He reluctantly got out of bed and stood beside me. He
had huge broad shoulders, with hair all over I noticed. His chest was
thick, and his pecs were a bit fat. He had a waist, and a round belly. He
had huge thick legs, and a high ass, but he was balanced with huge calves.
He had a classic mesomorph body shape, but with a nice layer of fur and
flesh covering the meat. Over to the computer. "Sami, come here. Sit up
here." We went over to my Mac, and I pulled up some guys who I chatted with
on  BigMuscleBear.com.

I sat Sami beside me as I typed. "Sami, look at these pix." Same body.
Super furry. Big shoulders. Very thick. Very hairy. "What do you see." Sami
was quiet. "Sami, same big chest. Fur. Your cock is twice as big." Sami
said, "Yes, but he's got muscles." "Sami, but look at his belly, his chest.
Do you see tight and flat? "No." He said quietly. "Look how many 'Likes' he
has – 4000." Sami was a little shocked. I did a scan for members between
5'6" and 5'9" over 220lbs. "And this one's hot. And this one." A couple of
hundred guys popped up. "OK?" Sami was quiet. We got back in bed and
cuddled, and I'm afraid I couldn't keep my hands off his chest, cock,
balls, ass, nothing. Sami finally said, "Joe, I hate my man boobs, no
matter what you say. Just like my Dad. I would do anything to have them
flat. I need a bra."

I was getting exasperated, but still horny. "Sami", I began, "I've only
done this for one other guy. Let's go to the gym. If you do what I say, you
will have a huge hard chest. Will that give you more confidence?" I tickled
him. We kept chatting, and Sami said, yes, and I said, "Under one
condition. You have to introduce me to your Dad." Sami turned white. "You
don't get to tease me with talk about your Dad without consequences." Sami
smiled. "Now, let me show you how to suck my cock." We continued to have
sex that afternoon, and I really had met my match, Sami was insatiable. All
that testosterone pumping though him from those huge balls, growing all
that hair. He didn't know what I had in mind, and as I put out more of my
DC stories, I'll tell you how I helped Sami develop his body, learn a bit
more about sex, and how I got to meet his father several times. It was a
sizzling year. Fuck!

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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.