Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 00:00:24 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, Natural

City View: Washington DC Vol 2

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https://ssl.gstatic.com/ui/v1/icons/mail/images/cleardot.gif]Sami, the hot
Persian man I had been playing with in DC, had changed so much this year.
The juice was really working – his waist went from around 42 to 34; his
chest was big thick and firm now; and even though he was a fur ball, he was
getting definition. We had our weekly workout together, and I watched his
huge ass flex as he squatted again and again, his cock dangling like an
absurd dildo against his thin shorts. But, there was one thing that was
nagging me. Sami had done so much, and sex was so hot – as I've mentioned,
with Sami, with Sami and his Dad, and all the stories of Sami, his Dad and
Dad's friends. But because of all the huge middle-eastern cock Sami had
been raised on, he still did not suck worth a damn. Just too many fat (not
necessarily long) cocks! Especially his Father.

I decided this was a good evening to help Sami enlarge his sexual
repertoire. Sami and I had our dinner, and were settling down in my hotel
for a nice cuddle and kiss session – Sami was really so furry and fun – when
I asked Sami if he would suck my cock. Sami nodded yes, and I said he had
to do exactly as I told him; I wanted him to suck very well. I turned up
the room temperature slightly as I took Sami's clothes off, and I could
tell he was excited. His thick fat meat was standing straight up like a
baby arm, and was drooling. I got on a nice armchair (covered with a
towel), scooted out, and sat Sami on a stool. I spread my legs, and there
was Sami, face to face with my 8+ incher. He looked at me with huge brown
eyes, which asked, "what do I do now?"

I told Sami to open his mouth wide, and put it over my cockhead, lick and
taste the tip. He began, doing so, very delicately. "Sami, not going to
bite. Close your mouth around it." Sami did, and I felt the annoying
scratch of teeth. "Sami, no teeth. Lips over teeth, or change something."
Sami tried his lips over his teeth, and I watched as my long cock
disappeared into his bearded face. He pushed about an inch in, which felt
fine, "Now Sami, suck, not glide." Sami sucked a little bit, but it seemed,
well, odd. "Sami, look at me." I said. "Make your mouth round, open your
jaws." He pursed his lips a little bit, and looked up to his left as he
concentrated on opening his jaws. Christ, what his mother must have gone
through nursing him. I told him to try again, pushing my cock in his mouth,
lips tight, jaws open, and he did, and it felt much better gliding back and
forth my shaft, a few inches in and out each time.

He felt more comfortable as I groaned and praised him, and pulling him
back, I kissed him and hugged his head to my muscle chest. Sami began
sucking again, very gently, and slid a little more in. "Sami, do you want
to make Uncle Joe very happy?" I asked. Sami stopped sucking and nodded,
becoming uncharacteristically shy – the roids usually made him crazy horny,
but I think he was scared of sucking somehow. "Sami come here." I took my
left hand, and opened his mouth, and then with my right, glided a finger
over his tongue. Sami gasped, and jacked himself off slightly, and paused
as my finger reached the back of his tongue. I slid it further in, and Sami
then involuntarily gagged slightly. But, I noticed, his cock also shot a
small spurt of precum out. Sami was breathing hard, looking at me, his face
flushed. "You ok buddy?" I asked, and he looked a little disoriented, "That
was hot!" he declared.

He opened up his mouth again, like a baby bird, and I stroked his tongue, a
couple of fingers this time, and he gagged slightly, but didn't retch. I
stroked the inside of his mouth all around, and he began salivating and
drooling all over my fingers as he jacked off. "Baby, you have a secret
button you didn't know about!" I said. I continued to gently throat-finger
Sami as he turned more and more red, gagging less and less as I pulled him
over and began kissing and letting my own saliva flow into his mouth to
swallow. I leaned back in the chair again, now holding Sami's face. "Make
Uncle Joe feel good Sami!" I said, and holding onto his head rigidly,
pulled his mouth down over my cock. His jaws were open, a nice suck going
as I probed the inside of his mouth with my cock, feeling his tongue
fluttering over my cock. "Feels real good Sami, real good!" I told him,
then I pushed his head further down until I knew my cock was going to hit
the spot.

He gagged slightly as I touched the opening of his throat. "Breathe, Sami,
Breathe through your nose!" I said, pushing him back on my cock, touching
his throat. I started bobbing his head on my cock, "Remember this motion
Sami!" and he tried nodding slightly. "I'm going to let your head go." And
I did, Sami continuing to bob and suckle my cock, not perfectly but
strongly and thoroughly. He pressed down occasionally until I could feel my
knob pressing against his throat, and he backed off each time. "Sami, Uncle
Joe is going to make you suck hard. You know it's for your own good,
right?" Sami broke off looking at me, eyes wide open, nodding. He put my
cock back in his mouth, watching me. I winked at Sami, and leaned over. I
put my arms behind his head, crossing them, and then shoved his face into
my crotch, my long cock sliding and popping into his throat, all the way
down as Sami gagged hard, but not coughing (impossible) and not retching.

I held him there, and Sami, to his credit, did not try to push me away. I
counted to 15 slowly, then let him go, and he bounced back so hard he fell
off the stool! He gasped for a moment, laughing, "I knew you were going to
do that!" he said, and then got back on the stool. "Baby, your throat felt
great. Concentrate and do it yourself!" I said, and Sami leaned forward.
His lips wrapped around my cock, sucking and pushing down until I felt his
throat opening again. He stopped, putting his arms around my hairy thighs,
then forced himself on my cock, tearing down into his throat again as he
gagged, but he held himself, trying to bob. It was a weak stroke with his
throat, maybe an inch back and forth as his body convulsed, and then at the
last second, he pulled back. "Wow! You did that like a Pro!" I said,
rumpling his thinning hair. "Uncle Joe loved that."

Sami started sucking again, pushing in, slight gag after a few seconds, and
holding on to me. I pulled him back off, and he looked up, confused. "Now
Sami, here's what you do. Take a breath. Slide down on my cock, into your
throat, fuck yourself on it a few strokes, then pull back, breathing
through your nose." I looked at him sternly. "Make Uncle Joe proud!" Sami
did precisely as he was told, bobbing his head down until my cockhead
popped into his throat, gagged but stopped gagging, pulling back out and
took a breath. "Perfect Sami! Perfect. Now do that 20 times." Sami looked
surprised, and then crouched, sucking my cock, and then deepthroated it. I
pressed against the back of his head lightly, and he pulled back and
breathed a bit. He plunged down, a little faster, and I pushed a little
more of my cock into his throat. He pulled back.

This went on until I got him to slam all the way down into his throat, then
all the way back, coordinating his breathing. He was so excited at the long
throat fucking motion that he forgot to breathe a few times, and then had
to stop suddenly, panting. But he did the 20 strokes. "Sami, you get a
reward!" I said, and opened a crackling fresh bottle of "English Premium"
Poppers, and fed his mouth. Sami tried to dodge me to get his nostril to
the poppers. "No, no. You have to keep your sinuses clear! Inhale through
your mouth." Sami did as he was told by Uncle Joe, and took a particularly
huge hit. He began sucking, and I watched in satisfaction as his face and
upper body flushed slightly from the poppers, and he completely changed his
newly learned technique. He began bobbing incredibly hard, slamming cock
into his throat, taking fewer breaths, becoming an animal for cock.

He started jerking himself off, cock in mouth, and I realized we had been
going almost a half hour! "Sami, like your throat training, don't you baby.
Never had cock like that, eh!" I teased, and Sami became maniacal at the
peak of the poppers, jacking and sucking like an enraged machine. He paused
panting for a moment, and I immediately fed him more poppers. "Sami baby,
now try some variation. Try to swallow when you have a couple of inches in
your throat." Sami continued the slam throat-fuck, jacking himself off, and
with his crisp beard pressed against my crotch, scratching my thighs, he
did manage to get a swallow in, his throat muscles massaging my cock
beautifully. He burst back, resuming his sucking, "Whoa whoa there little
buddy!" I said, reaching down to pull his hands up. "No cumming yet! Now
jack-suck Uncle Joe's cock."

Sami stared at my cock, not looking at me, as I fed my bearanimal more
poppers. He started stroking the shaft, his mouth at the head, and
experimented with ways to stroke the slimy shaft and suck it, but he was
rapidly becoming addicted to his throat being stretched – couldn't help but
to longdick himself onto my cock over and over. "Stroke the head with your
thumbs Sami. On the underside. You know how Uncle Joe's head loves that."
Sami sat there, drooling, four fingers on the top of my cock, thumbs
sliding along the head as I shuddered slightly. His spit was dripping as he
shoved my cock back in his mouth, thumbs sliding along as his tongue lashed
the head, but again he stopped and deepthroated it more, very hard. His
face was really slamming into my crotch. Loved it. "Sami," I began, I want
to show you something now. He sat back on his huge meaty ass on the stool,
wiping some of the drool off his beard as the poppers wore off.

I stood up, cock swaying – he watched it like a dog looking at a meaty bone
– and put one some music. Harold Budd. "Lovely Thunder." The track, "Gypsy
Violin." A Bit long, but it would be fun. As the echoing grave sexy music
began, I sat back down, "Now Sami, you're a smart cookie. Every time an
instrument, sound, or underlying chord changes, match the feeling of the
music to the way you suck. We cuddled for a moment as the ethereal music
came on, "See, feel the high wind sound?" I asked, "And then there is a
sound of a horn booming, wind moving up and down, Violin back in, and the
bass becoming more prominent..." We kissed and he listened to the music, and
then said "I understand Uncle Joe!" and he sat on the stool. He slowed down
remarkably sucking me, now matching his style to the almost rhythmless
music.

Slowly he stroked the shaft, concentrating on the head, then alternated
immediately with sucking the head, and forcing my cock into his throat,
swallowing for deep massaging. Over and over, carefully matching, as best
he could, to the music, creating a symphony of sucking on my cock. Thank
god I'm a slow cummer! I fed him poppers occasionally, as I did myself,
until I whispered that "Uncle Joe was ready." Sami slowed again, and as I
scooted forward, feeling the tension build in my groin, I stroked Sami's
head, then slowly took control of his head and mouth. I pulled him off
slightly, groaning "Sami, here it is." And I gushed cum into his mouth as
he whined, mouth closed over half my cockshaft and head. I pumped a
delicious long squirt, then more slow ones into his mouth, realizing he was
not swallowing or moving at all. I then pushed his head toward my crotch so
I could plow my cum into his throat.

God, what you could never show in a porn movie, the sensation of cum pushed
into your gullet, then with a cock as long as mine, pushed entirely in your
throat, over and over, pushing hot loads of cum into your belly as you gag
and retch, unfamiliar taste and situation beyond control. Finally, my cum
over, I pulled back, and Sami immediately erupted into coughing, the
whispering music surrounding us, open fifth trumpets gliding up and down
scales. He licked his lips, clearly thinking, and I could tell he had
turned some sort of corner. Sami sat by me, coughing a little more, eyes
watering and nose running, and I wiped his face, and asked if he enjoyed
that. "Uncle Joe, I'm, I want more. Please!"

I looked at him, slightly shocked. But I knew what was happening. It
happens with guys on roids so often. Heavy tops, guys who would never look
twice at sucking, and almost incomprehensible that they would have cum in
their mouth, suddenly become cum hungry. Never enough. I knew exactly how
Sami felt – I felt it myself! We kissed and cuddled more, as I felt his
thick hairy muscle body, his big fat cock still rock hard. "Do you want
Uncle Joe to call some friends? How much can you take baby?" I asked. We
spoke, and I sent some txt messages – I had friends that definitely knew
Sami from my stories, and I thought I would feed him on a few hot dads – and
why not another one for me? I was recharged! So as Sami and I waited,
cuddling, we talked about how close sex and music were. Sami was really
astonished at how perfectly he could match the mood and tempo of the music.

"Sami," I began, "Fucking is the same. So is jacking off. Your partner,
make them feel wonderful, and then you will. Play your favorite music in
your head for practice. One day the sex itself if the music." Sami looked
at me in wonder. He was like me in so many ways, and he "got" the
connection, the pattern, the experience. I told him that "Walter Pater, a
writer, once said 'All art constantly aspires towards the condition of
music.' Uncle Joe says that "All music aspires towards the condition of hot
sex." I was grinning and tickling Sami when there was a knock at the door,
and a Daddy couple I knew came in.

Reuben and Hal – Reuben, about 5'10", kind of blond-brown though more grey
nowadays. Hal was 5'8", also very daddy, bald, very hairy, very grey now.
Both had fantastic lean bodies, not muscly at all, and both were fantastic
at sex. They had no problem with first-time cocksuckers, and enjoyed being
total tops. They remarked on how warm the room was as I cracked open some
beers for them, and the four of us took a swig and began to know each other
a bit while the newcomers undressed. The moment they saw Sami's cock I
could tell their mouths went dry. They were the kind of tops that when
faced with a really beautiful or big cock, well, who could not say now. I
teased them about calling themselves tops. "Tops like to suck and get
fucked" I used to say, "While bottoms REALLY like to suck and get fucked."
We were all relaxing as Hal reached over and stroked Sami's cock.

Sami was as riveted by these really beautiful daddies as they were with
him, and Sami almost leapt into Hal's arms. The music shifted and Reuben
looked at me, with a misty look in his eyes, "this is..." he began, thinking
"Harold Budd?" "Yes." I responded and we spoke for a moment as Hal and Sami
kind of disappeared into each other's arms. Hal was responding, getting
harder. His cock was medium-sized, bit smaller than me, and curved up, so I
wanted to see how Sami would react with this. Reuben and I kissed and
stroked each other, he was one of those magic men whose nipples are extra
sensitive. As I stroked and suckled him, his cock getting harder and
harder, I slowly stroked him, dipping down to cup his huge balls. Reuben
had a beautiful uncut cock, very veiny, about the same size as me, and I
loved sucking it – he curved down slightly just as I did: absolutely made
to be sucked.

I got my favorite kinky sex toy – a four-legged chair – and sat Reuben on
it. I saw Sami and Hal adjust, Hal on the seat where I had been, Sami in
front of him on his knees, so I stopped and put the chair beside Hal, so he
and Reuben were side-by-side. I scooted myself under the chair, wrapped my
arms around Reuben's legs, and licked the tip of his cock. I sucked on it,
almost nibbling as I listened to Hal coach his "furry baby cocksucker." I
licked around and around Hal's cockhead, making him harder and harder,
popping it in and out of my mouth now and then to surprise him. Sami, as I
glanced out of my eye, was beginning to follow the music again, sucking
Hal's cock, making love to it! I continued sucking Reuben, sliding him
further and further back in my mouth in long erotic strokes until his own
cockknob hit my throat opening. I relaxed and let his head pop in as I
swallowed and opened my mouth wide, now stimulating the head of his cock
with my throat opening.

I saw Sami watching me, and begin mirroring me – ideal! Within moments the
two of us were just pigging out sucking and drooling over these daddy
cocks, sucking and groaning, covering them with Saliva. I felt a tug, and
saw Hal and Reuben trying to kiss each other, Hal stroking Reuben's
nipples, and I realized we were not in an ideal position. I paused, and
pulled out from under the chair, my cock now dripping from the excitement
of the situation – Sami learning by my side, becoming a cocksucking
cumslave. I knew it! We went into the bedroom, and Hal and Reuben stood
side-by side, with a full-length mirror to their right. I got on my knees,
and put a bottle of poppers to my left, where Sami also got on his knees.
Hal and Reuben leaned against the wall, hips forward from the wall, bloated
wet cocks daring us to suck them. Ahh Wait! I got some lube and wetted up
their cocks as Sami watched - "Easy on the throat!" I said, and then we
settled back.

I put an arm around Sami's incredibly hairy shoulders as I grasped Reuben's
cock with my other hand, and started sucking hard. I wasn't playing dreamy
slow music in my head, I was thinking of a ferocious cram cock and balls in
my mouth suck, and I was getting hornier and hornier with the intimacy and
vague sleaziness of the situation. Sami reached down to my own hard cock as
he sucked Hal, and our two suck tops were kissing and playing with each
like crazy after a few minutes. I was slamming my face on hot dad meat as
Sami did, and both of us grunted and slurped like complete whores, until I
burped. Fuck I was cock hungry all of a sudden! Reuben put his hand on my
head as I continued to suck and slurp on his heavy meat, until I paused and
said "Switch!" I moved over to Hal, and Sami immediately started sucking
and jacking Reuben's cock, which fit perfectly into his throat – I heard
him gag.

Pausing again, I took some poppers and fed it to Sami, which then, as the
fireworks began in my head, made us both double the intensity of the
sucking. On and on, slow, then fast, we were taking every drop of precum
and every inch of cock from these two men, and enjoying it spectacularly.
But I wanted more for Sami. I paused, looking up at Hal, and pulled his
cock over beside his husband. Sami was now faced with two medium cocks, and
he opened wide, looking at me for guidance. "Suck them baby. Take what you
can. No teeth." I said, and stroked Sami's cock. He hadn't cum and it had
been over 90 minutes of sex at this point, he must have had balls a cobalt
shade of blue. Sami took both hands and squashed the cocks together,
whining as he crammed them in his mouth, getting much more in than I
thought possible.

I felt my hand wet with Sami's amazing precum, and couldn't help myself, I
bent over and popped Sami's fat head into my mouth, filling it all up. Sami
started screaming slightly, and then let Hal's cock go, now alternating
between the two cocks, sucking frantically as I fingered his hairy asshole.
I shoved a wet finger in that hole, feeling for his nut, then pulling out,
shoved a thumb in, which was a better angle. Sami paused, and held his
breath, but Reuben would have none of it. He simply began roaring, and
shoved Sami's mouth on his cock, drilling back into his throat, and began
clearly pumping Sami full of hot daddy cum! Hal was jacking wildly now,
watching the spectacle, and I stopped immediately sucking Sami – he was
about to lose it. As Reuben's cum began slowing, he pulled out of Sami's
hot mouth, and Hal immediately shoved his cock in, and holding Reuben's
head, began a very hard throat fucking.

I continued to massage Sami's nut, slapping Sami's hands as he tried to
jerk himself off. I touched Sami's cock now and then with my beard and
lips, tickling him. I knew it was unbearable, but I was waiting for the
special moment for his climax, soon to cum. Hal began grunting and
squeezing Sami's head, standing on his tiptoes as he strained and grunted a
long "gnnnuuuaaaahhhh" and began feeding Sami his own cum. With his cock
further forward in Sami's mouth Sami was able to lick and swallow every
drop as Hal blew this thick ropy cream in my Persian Muscle boy. As his own
orgasm subsided, it was time. I pulled the burping and panting Sami up, and
hustled him over to the bed, on his back. Head over edge. Then I began
ordering everyone around. "Reuben, spread his legs and work that nut. He
can take a lot. Rough! Hal. Finger. Barely touch his cock. Keep his hands
still. Stroke the shaft with one finger. He will pass out soon."

I took the four-legged chair, and pulling it to the bed, set Sami's head on
the seat so he was not head-lower-than body – I hate a headache. I then put
one leg over Sami's face so my cock was right over his mouth. I was not
facing towards his body, which I would do if I throat fucked him, but faced
him straight on, and as I squatted slightly, I forced my cock into his
throat. I reached for a washcloth, and soaked part of it with poppers. As I
bounced up and down, my cock in and out of Sami's mouth, he tried to suck
and work it, but I told him "Sami, don't worry. Your throat and mouth are
mine. You are going to enjoy this now, your throat is ready for a real
fuck." Began bobbing up and down on Sami, throat fucking him like I would
an ass, pausing every few strokes for him to breathe.

I knew when Reuben had his fingers up Sami's butt, because Sami's eyes
opened wide and he grunted when I pulled my cock almost out. I felt him
shuddering and wiggling as Hal stroked his huge cock, tickling the head,
fingers round and round the rim, then one finger lightly stroking the
shaft. I began plunge fucking Sami harder and harder, then put the
washcloth carefully over his nose. He was now breathing poppers while being
throat fucked, and I knew that with this much control over him exciting me,
I couldn't take too much. I heard Reuben bark "nut getting hard!" and I
yelled back "pull his balls, don't touch cock!" This went on for another
quarter hour. I loved throat fucking him, the gagging and retching is an
evil turn-on for me. I looked at myself in the mirror, with this
wonderfully complicated set-up, furry muscleman between my legs with two
dads working ass and cock.

Sami looked like he was in bleary bliss. "Sami, Sami ready to cum baby?" I
asked, taunting him as Hal again let the cock go, the fat hairy cock that
had already coated his hands with precum. "Sami Uncle Joe is going to feed
you cum. Blink if you want cum baby!" and Sami began blinking nervously.
"Sami baby, here's your muscle milk, your daddy gravy baby!" I exclaimed,
cooing to him and suddenly I felt the jolt of orgasm build up in me. "His
nut's going stud!" I heard Reuben yell again, and I knew Hal had let him
go, but I was too far. I let out a tiny squirt which made Sami twitch
slightly, and then I began gushing ropy cum into Sami's mouth, plunging
with every gush or two to push the cum in his throat. I heard Hal yell "Oh,
he's gushing Joe!" and Sami grunted a deep grunt of satisfaction every time
I pulled my cock back out, as I felt him buck underneath me.

"That's a hands-free baby!" Hal exclaimed, and I yelled "Ok, now pull an
immediate second load out. Stroke that fucking horsecock!" and as I pushed
my cock, cumming finished, into Sami's throat now mercilessly, I saw the
expression on Sami's face. Nothing like your cock being milked AFTER
cumming, especially a hands-free cum – the sensation of orgasm just doesn't
stop! I pulled back slightly so Sami could breathe for real, on his own,
and he was grunting and whining as I listened to Reuben and Hal, and some
sucking sounds from behind me as one or the other of them (or both) sucked
on Sami's big cock. Sami was twitching helplessly now, and I slowly pulled
my leg back over his face, and leaned down to kiss him as I watched Reuben
and Hal worshipping that massive meat, every few strokes a new gobbet of
cum dripping out.

Sami was almost comatose, jerking like a broken toy, in absolutely cum
cocksucking ecstasy. I stood by his cock, and slowly pushed it into my
throat, cum-lubricated as Sami weakly cried out "no" and I started
swallowing, milking out the last bits of his cum as Hal stood up and Reuben
slowly extracted his hand. Sami lay very still, and I came over, Reuben and
Hal piling onto the bed, and kissed Sami - "You ok Baby?" I asked. "You're
a real cocksucker now!" I told him, kissing him and pulling him to the
center of the bed. Hal lay on top of Sami's massive muscles as Reuben and I
scotched up to either side of him, and I knew Sami was in absolute daddy
heaven now, completely worn out, half-dead. What a way to go! "He's a
natural isn't he?" I asked Reuben and Hal, who grinned as we all sort of
nodded off, wrecked by the hours of sex.

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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.