Date: Sat, 04 Jul 2015 18:00:08 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: CityView DC, Lift City View: Washington DC Vol 1 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 —— *Lift* So, I had arranged a gym date with Curly, my furry youngish Persian friend – well, really Sami – and I had kind of positioned it as trying to get him happier about his body. He was covered with beautiful curly hairy, front and back, and while to most guys he looked very thick built and masculine, he just was not happy with his build, not at all. He worried about his chest, his pecs, his ass – my god, he had a huge hairy ass that was unreal – well, and as I found out previously, there was more going on there than just not being happy; some odd interactions with Dad & Mom who apparently, before divorcing, developed an intense dislike for his being an ape. Well. Anyway. Sami arrived on time, perfect! Before we went to the gym, I made Sami show me what he would work out in. He put on a pair of shorts sort of things that hung down below his knees, and then a completely formless shirt. Sami could only choose clothes that made him look lumpy. I needed to give him confidence. I decided to take him to American Apparel for at least some simple easy stuff that would make him more comfortable. I bundled him off into a cab with gym bags. Just being close to rush hour, the drive to Georgetown to the store was torture, but I talked to him about gym, diet, trying to channel my inner trainer. In the store, I headed Sami straight for the women's section, to his complete and total horror. Really, you had thought I had thrown a drink in his face. I patiently explained that guys with big hips and legs did much better in women's sportswear than men's. He looked at me, unconvinced. I got a pair of cotton jersey shorts, a bit of Lycra in them, a tie top, and tried them on, coming out. Women's Medium fit me perfectly, my quads fit well, and the waist is around the right size. Sami's eyes bugged out. "You don't look girly!" He said, shocked. "Of course not. Your turn!" I got a larger pair for him, and he put them on. He walked out of the dressing room grinning like a fool. His quads flexed and bounced under the thin jersey, his ass flexed and bounced, and the waist was not pulling in tight, but there was one problem. His huge cock and balls looked slightly obscene. Therefore: perfect. "Wow, this the first time the thighs fit and the waist fits!" Sami said, slightly amazed. "It's a trick I learned from a huge daddy bear years ago. If you don't have snake hips, buy in the women's section." I convinced him to buy a few pairs of different shorts, some calf-high white socks, and then I turned attention to the top. We paid and exited, because I remembered seeing a Nike shop which I dragged him into. "You will be unhappy, but keep quiet." I instructed. You can't buy men's chest sizes in women's area, but I steered him to "compression" tanktops and teeshirts. Getting an XL size, I kind of unrolled it on his torso, and being super tight it squeezed all the bulges and flesh into a firm, not saggy shape. Poor Sami. His eyes were really bugging out in the mirror looking at a more V-shaped torso even in his shapeless jeans. And I looked at the fur bursting out the neck, arms, legs, everywhere. Delicious. We paid and got a cab to Gold's gym Ballston, a bit far away but better for training that Results. Sami put on his new clothes... I thought Sami would cry looking at himself in the lockerroom, looking like a huge hairy powerlifter. My confidence boost worked – for the moment. After changing, we went to the workout floor downstairs, past a lot of men watching as we walked, Sami whispered nervously "Everyone's looking! They all look like professional bodybuilders! I feel like, I'm too fat to work out..." On the workout floor, I put my hands on his shoulders, "Sami, everyone's looking because you are audibly hairy, you have what looks like a Chihuahua shoved in your skin-thin shorts, and you radiate being happy. Nobody here is a professional bodybuilder. Put a cork in it!" Sami looked surprised at my aggressiveness and watched people watching me too, which he remarked upon and calmed him. I decided I didn't want to kill him, so I took him through half my chest/bi workout lifting routine. First we lifted to find his one rep max limit, and I noted in my own notebook (forgot to get him one), took 60% and I took him through Chest incline, press, and decline, four sets of 12-15 reps each, and on the last exercise did a triple drop set. Sami struggled, but some inner competitiveness kicked in and he pushed himself to do everything I threw at him. It was hard not to get him to recruit his deltoids on the fly machine, so I constantly had to hold him against the machine, chin up, shoulders back. "Yes Dad" he groaned as I repeated myself yet again, so I sat down, and had him squeeze my pecs. I wear a '70's style string minimal tank top with basically my chest fully exposed, so his bare hand (get Sami gloves: note) were on my chest as I flexed it. I love torture. Sami got very quiet as the sexual feeling of my chest flexing and bouncing in his hand worked its way to his crotch. I sat him down and did the same thing, feeling his thick pec in my hand, and he understood soundlessly why this was so fucking fun, looking me in the eye the way a lover looks at you when you fuck him deeply in the ass. As he went along more easily through the exercise, I leaned over and gave him a big kiss as a reward after each set. At first, he was nervous, and asked if it was a gay gym. "Sami, there is no such thing as a Straight Gym." I said. He relaxed more and more. Finally, took him through biceps. He grasped why mine were 22", when I had to help him through a fraction of the weight I took. His confidence sagged slightly at that point, and then I bundled him off to an elliptical machine for 20 minutes as I finished my own workout, which was only 50% finished. I harvested a sweat-drenched Sami and hustled him to the shower room, and he stared at me. "You are barely sweating!" He said, "I look like I took a shower!" – I told him I almost never sweated, and suddenly he realized that not only did I not really sweat, "I can't even smell you!" I grinned and told Sami I was a space alien, so get over it. In the locker room, I helped peel him out of his compression sleeveless tank, pausing to drool over his huge furry shoulders. He glanced at the mirror and gasped for a second. I stood by him and he flexed his pec slightly – "It's very sore!" He sighed – and it bounced. I flexed mine and it bounced. Now that's an ego boost. We were both flexing and bouncing our pecs like insane clowns, and Sami turned sideways. I said "Try this!" and holding his hands, crossed them, making fists. One hand I opened and put on the wrist of the other, and turning his torso more sideways, said "now flex those fuckers, and press down one hand, up with the other." His thick pecs flexed up, his pumped biceps popped up a bit, and he grunted, shaking slightly as he strained, looking in the mirror, transfixed. "Lift your chest, Sami, more!" I said, and stood beside him, demonstrating the pose. Sami did as instructed and finally exploded with breath, gasping. "I think you need to breathe next time!" I laughed, and he tried posing from the other side. It was amazing what a little workout would do for his confidence. "You hungry?" I asked, "I feel like Sashimi." Sami was about to walk into the shower wearing his underwear. "No. Off." Sami looked miserable. He took his (black, I noted, improvement from our first visit) underwear off, and holding his hands over his crotch shamefully went in the shower area with me. There is no catnip for me quite as good as shame, so I grabbed gobsful of liquid soap and went to town over Sami, soaping his furry back up, lifting his arms as his thickening cock bobbed slightly, put his hands on the wall on the side of the shower stall, and washed him from head to toe – alone, thank god. It was wonderful feeling all his wet fur in my hands, and being very careful, I washed his cock and balls while Sami whimpered, until he couldn't take the scene anymore and ran to a stall on one side, and ripped the curtain shut. His cock had thickened, looking like a third leg hanging down, and it was too scary for him. I saw his silhouette as he jacked off furiously in the shower, and as I was drying off he emerged, slightly flustered, clean, and looking quite happy. We headed out and I suddenly thought that Sushi Taro was the best place to go, but that was back up in Dupont Circle – maybe we should have gone to Results gym. It was tail end of rush hour and a taxi was not going to happen. Sami said "wait a minute", and on his phone called for what I thought was a Taxi. We got a protein drink and waited 15 minutes, and then he got a text message. We went out of the gym, and there was a Taxi, and we got in with our bags, when inside the taxi I heard "Sami, how are you, what are you doing at a gym son!" and looking at the driver, there was an paradoxical older twin brother of Sami. Mostly bald, but curly beard, curly super hairy arms, very thick torso, glasses, big smile. "Papa, can we go to Dupont Circle, 17th & P?" Sami asked. "Sure baby boy, you going to get big and huge? Who is your friend Sami?" "Papa he's my trainer friend Joe!" "Sami, he's a trainer, he's an awful lot older than you!" And at that departure point I introduced myself. Daddy had jet black eyes, and looked at me and winked knowingly. Traffic was not so heavy, and chatting about his exercises excitedly, Sami was really happy – confidence, having someone pay attention to him, and his Papa was laughing and chatting away with him, shifting to Farsi momentarily as we neared Dupont Circle. "I will be careful Papa, don't you worry!" Sami said, hopping out of the car for dinner. Dinner was pure protein, low carb, and very low fat as Sami talked excitedly about how working out was not as awful as he thought it would be. After dinner, we walked back to my hotel, and as we walked in the room, Sami almost tackled me! He was all over me kissing and hugging, incredibly happy and affectionate. "You really like me, don't you!" he said, and practically ripped my clothes off, feeling me and squeezing me all over. I had to tackle him to get his clothes off, and this time with no hesitation, unlike our first visit. When I was naked and hard, Sami grabbed me and dragged me into the bathroom, and made me pose with him, our hardons sticking out and dripping as he gasped and watched, his eyes so hungry to see a sexy body where he hadn't ever seen one before. I picked him up and set him on the countertop, and took a bottle of hand lotion and squeezed it so hard the top popped of and a giant blob of lotion flopped on his magnificent cock and balls, and I started jacking him with both hands as he held onto me, kissing so hungrily it hurt. I clasped my hands together, fingers intertwined, and inserting his cock underneath slid it up until the head popped between my thumbs and forefingers. My hand was basically a fleshlight, and holding onto his fat long shaft, I started jacking him hard, his balls slapping painfully against the marble countertop. I didn't want subtlety, I didn't want a long experimental sex, I wanted fast food explosive crazy fuck sex right now and slamming on his cock like a demon, his hips started bucking and in 10 minutes I had him barking out sounds. Suddenly a jet of cum shot onto my chest, and another. I grabbed the shaft of his cock with both hands now, twisting and squeezing it as the cum shot in gouts, another two now spritzing in my mouth. I held his cock up to his chest, and noticed that the head nestled beautifully between his tits in the hairy cleft as he pumped out another couple of spoonfuls of cum. I pushed his tits together, his cock in between, pinching his nipples as he yowled and shot a battery of cum now, rapid pulses of less and less juice until he grabbed my hands and begged me to stop. Fuck, I wanted his asshole so bad now. "Sami, I need to fuck you bad." Sami looked at me, "Uncle Joe, I want you to show me how to get fucked!" I looked at Sami, who was still shaking, covered in gobs of cum as I was, his big fat cock now resting up over his huge hairy thigh, and I lifted his massive size-15 feet up and got them on the counter, his legs spread. His pink asshole was right near the counter edge and I scooted him forward gently, until I could bury my face in his hairy ass again. You have no idea how wonderful that feels! I began licking and sucking his asshole to make him fuck horny, and playing with his nipples, I began to roll my tongue around the opening, poking in gently. Sami moaned slightly, and as I pinched and massaged his nipples, I felt his fat cock bounce up against my arm. I pressed my face in deeper into his hole, sucking on the rim now, drool spatting on the hard floor as I found I couldn't resist my reflex to drool when eating ass. Sami's cock slid along my arm as it hardened, and it curved and popped back up over his round belly and nestled again in the fur between his thick tits. I looked up and gasped, realizing that Sami's cock was big and long enough that, shit, it was only inches from his chin. I put my spit-wet face back in his ass, sucking and licking, and then pulling back told Sami to get in bed, Uncle Joe would be fucking soon. He ran off to the bed, and I jumped in, we were both so excited. I got my sex kit out of the drawer, and pushed Sami down on the bed, with a bottle of lube in my hand. He was grinning like a fool, and he said he couldn't believe how excited he was! I asked him if he had been fucked before, and he said "only..." and then smiled coyly, and grabbed his legs and lifted his knees. His hairy asshole was winking at me, and I proceeded to lube up the wet pink hole, getting it nice and juicy, even pushing the lube bottle in to juice him inside. "Up on your knees Sami, I want to see that big hairy ass!" and he rolled over quickly. I pulled him to the edge of the bed, looking at that magnificent huge hairy ass, and positioning my cock at the entrance, I said, "Now push and..." but Sami interrupted me "I know Uncle Joe!" and I slid in him like a knife in hot butter. Fuck! His asshole was hot as a furnace, and my cock was instantly engulfed in juicy hot rectum. Sami groaned and squealed, arching his back to push his ass further down on my ass and as I slammed to the bottom, his huge hairy butt pressed to my groin. His ass as huge as it was hard as a rock, and it felt obscenely sexy as I pushed all the way in past his inner hole into his guts, fucking away in short hard jerks. Sami began bellowing to "Fuck him Daddy" as I took a hold of Sami's ass, and pulled him onto my cock, and as with the nonstop non-elegant jackoff, I pounded his ass against my cock, fucking him as hard as I could – with a cushion like that I could fuck all day comfortably. We got into a hot grunting slamming groove as the bed started shaking and banging against the wall, and I realized I was yelling at Sami to take that fucking Daddy cock deep as he reached around and stretched his asscheeks apart, the bed banging against the wall. I heard sharp knocks on the wall, and burst out laughing, and became gentler, then told Sami to get on the floor. I sat on the edge of the bed as Sami frantically got on all fours and backed up against me, my cock sliding in his slick fuckhole and he started rocking and slamming back against me until I had to go over to a chair to avoid the wall banging. Sami was literally groveling now fucking on me, whining as he yelled "Fuck me Daddy!" and took all I could give, and them some. His amazingly huge cock was swinging and banging against my legs along with his balls, so I reached down and started massaging both as he snuggled his ass in my groin, slamming his hole deep on my cock. Fuck it was hot stroking his long fucktube, squeezing his balls as he yelped. I poured some lube on his cockshaft and started pulling him backwards sharply, jacking him off, and as I began nearing my own orgasm after a half-hour of fucking, I started fwapping him very hard, and he began yelling louder and louder until he began gushing cream into my hand, setting me off to pour cum in his deep asscunt. He began screaming "Papa," then something in Farsi, which I put ice through my veins again – Sami had absolutely been fucking with his Dad! Fuck I was gushing, shaking as he kept jamming on my hole screaming while he literally pissed semen out his cock, until he slowed slightly being fucked, then rested, my cock deep inside him, huffing and puffing on the floor. "Fuck, gym makes your horny baby boy!" I said, amazed at his stamina. He got up off the floor, rug burns on his knees, and putting his arms around my legs, collapsed in my lap. I stroked his curly hairy, all the fur on his back and shoulders, looking like an incredibly sexy faun paying his respects to me. I lifted him up and helped him into the bed, drawing only a sheet over his sweaty body, and wrapped my arms around him tightly as he curled up against me. My hands were drawn to his cock as I whispered in his ear, "Sami, how long have you had sex with your dad?" Sami turned slightly rigid, then relaxed, and said nothing. I gave him room to think what to say. "Well..." he began. "Mama left Papa when I was 12." I squeezed him tighter, and kissed the back of his hairy neck. "Papa and Mama had big fights. At night. All I remember was her screaming dirty hairy ape at him. 'You and your son, dirty hairy ape.' He wanted dirty sexy all the time. It hurt her pelvic." I squeezed Sami again. I heard him gulp a little. "It's OK Sami, you know it's ok to talk with me." I said. Sami said the next day he came home from school and Mama was away. Papa was sitting in his underwear, he had a late shift Taxi driving, looking unhappy. Sami put his arms around his big Papa, hugging him, feeling all the fur from his Papa, and he thought, "I want to be an ape like Papa." His dad hugged him, and put him on his knee, and told him that Mama had gone. The next few weeks were difficult, but Sami and Papa adjusted slowly. Then there was September 2001. Sami was sent home from school, and he and Papa watched TV the whole day, looking at the Pentagon, and the World Trade Center over and over again. That night, Sami couldn't sleep, and was scared to death. He crawled into bed with Papa, and found out to his shock that Papa slept naked. Papa barely reacted with Sami snuggling up with his furry body, and Sami got out of bed, and took his own clothes off, and got back into bed. Papa put his huge long arms around Sami, and hugged him, and the two of them were all alone together, each worrying about the future in a different way. That was the last night Sami and his Papa slept apart until Sami went to University. I had been stroking Sami's cock the whole time he talked, and he was rock hard again, and I pushed his cock against his belly, stroking them together. Sami whispered, "and Papa stroked me just like you did, his open hand against my belly, until my cock got hard. And he said 'Sami, you're big just like Daddy, big ape!'" I kissed Sami, and held him as he trembled. I crawled under the covers to see if I could get him to cum a third time. I didn't know until later, that I was acting exactly as his father had, but the next times I saw Sami, I learned more about the two of them, and not just from being told. —— 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.