Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2015 10:45:04 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: CityView DC, Pad 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 —— *Pad* There are so many gay bars in DC. I was out one night, and decided to try a completely new one by 17th Street. Looked like a sweater bar, so I didn't know how much I would fit in, but what the hell. BAM. The noise hit me. I kind of scanned the crowd – and it was crowded. Suddenly a spot opened at the bar, and I wiggled in. A lot of people stared at me a bit – but more like surprise or shock than interest, probably didn't get guys my size in there than often. I ordered a glass of beer, and settled back to watch the crowd, something I quite enjoy actually. Food for my imagination – who's gay, who's not, who secretly is married, who has kids, which ones are from DC, visitors, their stories. I looked around me and in the next seat was such a sweet man. He wasn't big built, a rather slight body, bald, with grey/black curly hair on the sides. He had a beautiful beard and moustache, trimmed a bit to a point, and indeed as a sweater bar, was in a soft grey sweater. And round glasses. I imagined him being a professor somewhere, and while dressed very conservatively, was a wildly oversexed guy, and had a stable of hot guys who were devoted to him, and he knew exactly how to give them mind-blowing orgasms. I smiled to myself staring at him, and he glanced at me. He looked at me slowly head to toe, and grinned. I grinned back, and said "Hello professor!" He smiled, and put a pad of paper on the bar, and wrote "Big Man!" I realized in a flash what was going on, and wrote on the pad quickly "Hello Professor!" He raised his eyebrows, and wrote "good guess". We continued to converse by pad, and I came to understand he was a professor from Gallaudet University, English literature. I was helpless. One thing I cannot resist at all in any way is a hot sexy academic. We continued to converse somewhat awkwardly, but in some sense, with the noise in the bar, it was actually more effective than screaming at each other. We got more and more intense, so I began writing a wild version of Jabberwocky for him - difficult to pronounce, but candy for the eyes of a literature professor. Twat the muslyore so slighy boys did spizzle thumbling grinning slayves all wiggly were the bearloyves and the shlongish claques outsplaed. Bearwear Lee crustyjox my son! The paws that refresh, the legs that flex! Beware the mukluk terd, and stungun the glutinous asswipecracks! He took his cordle turgid bane in hand Long time the hautfash hole he sot. So rested he by the thumpbump three and fruslayed awhile all taut. And with a scushish taut he played the crustyjock, with spunt hotroused Came moistening through the buttoningfleys and spunkled as it came. In! Out! In! Out! and through and through The cordled loaf went shoopsi-slahhhf He pokayed it dead, and shot off his head and went squibibbling off. Hast though done my son, you jox? Come on my chest, my chunknabrist toy Oh sangisheet soleiday! Grunfoo! Ahwooeeeh! He whindled in his abjoy. Twat the muslyore so slighly boys did spizzle thumbling grinning slayves all wiggly were the bearfloyves and the schlongish claques outsplaed. He was open-mouthed with surprise, and as somehow the rest of the bar faded away, he asked me if I'd like to come home with him. Did I! Fuck! He had a car parked nearby (I was surprised, you try to park in DC), and we drove further north, to Friendship Heights. He had a beautiful old house, and it was absolutely stuffed with books. We didn't communicate except by winking at each other and holding one hand while he drove, then back in the house, he wordlessly led me upstairs. It had a wonderful old house smell of wood and varnish, and his bedroom was a complete mess of books, TV (captioned) and art. He held my hands and completely took over. He pulled my shirt off, and then stroked the veins on my biceps, licking them then kissing me. He kissed and licked my nipples, then took one of my tits in his hand, squeezing them and starting to chew on my nipples. I groaned, and he looked up at my eyes, but I was smiling. He began again, back and forth, grunting himself as he went wild over my huge muscles. He undid my belt, and kneeling, lifted my feet and took of each of my shoes, then socks, then slid my pants off. He stood there stroking my muscles, turning me around, then took me to a mirror and stroked my body looking at himself stroking me. It was intensely sexy, and he kept giving small gasps as I flexed and eventually I went through some poses for him. In a burst, he began tearing and pulling his sweater off, then unbuttoning his plaid shirt, face buried in my chest licking and kissing. I put my arms around his head, squeezing muscles around him as he grunted and shook slightly, then pulling his shirt off it was my turn to gasp. He had an incredible runner's body – lean, no fat, and tiny black curls of hair on his chest, sweeping up over his shoulders and back, and thickly covering his belly. He pushed his face up along my chest, and then, finally kissed – I realized it was the first time. He was tentative, then exploring my mouth with his tongue, he pushed deeper and deeper, beginning to squeeze my cock in my black shorts, and grunting again involuntarily almost feeling my thick meat harden. He continued to kiss, more and more deeply, a wonderful kisser. His hands roamed all over my body, and he waved them in the air at one moment, and I realized he was almost unconsciously signing something as he stroked me. I felt so frustrated that I didn't understand! He burst into activity again, undoing his belt, and sliding off his khaki trousers. He kicked his loafers across the room, and hopping on one foot then the other stripped his socks off, leaving himself in a pair of long white shorts. I reached out and squeezed his cock, not too big but perfect to suck and play with comfortably. He moaned! The first sound I heard him make! He crawled into bed slowly, and then began at my feet, squeezing and licking them, sucking on my toes and playing with them. I was hard as a rock, squirming as he worked his way up my legs with his mouth. He winked at me, squeezing my calves, trying to get his hands around them – impossible – and then stroked from my ankle to my calf, my foot in his mouth as he sucked my toes. He moved further up as I lay back in heaven, and he scratched his beard inside my thighs and massaged my quads very professionally, getting deep reach to the tendons then squeezing them from knee to hip without tickling. Both legs were slowly worked over, my cock, now drooling slightly as he moved up my sides. He took one hand, and moved to roll me over which I did, and he then spread my legs gently, and snuffling around in my ass, licked my asshole. The combination of his tongue flicking at my hole and his beard tickling was irresistible, and I arched my back slightly. He pulled a pillow up, and under my hips, and I bared my asshole up as he began his oral assault. Licking around and around my hole, he flicked his tongue into it, then with wet fingers, probed inside. He slowly stretched it open, so he could get his tongue further and further inside, slurping more around the anal canal and moaning slightly as he evidently tasted my juices. He slowly, very slowly pushed two thumbs in, and massaged the anal muscle, slurping more and more, then pulling back, placed his mouth on my hole and with a tremendous suck vacuum, pulled on the anus and the muscle hard. Wow! It tingled, and I'm sure he almost pulled me inside out! While sucking now hard, he was slurping his tongue around and around wonderfully, and I groaned. His hand darted to the small of my back as I did, and I groaned again, and he stroked my belly beside the bed. He slid his hands up my back, face still in my ass, and began kneading my skin, feeling the tendons and muscles in my back, and slowly he licked up my spine until he was lying on me, underwear against my ass as he kneaded my traps. I felt a pause, and he rolled off, and as I glanced over, he had pulled off his underwear. Beautiful – an otter certainly – sleek fur from head to toe, not bushy at his crotch. His cock was a fat fireplug sticking straight out with a very red tip, and I knew where he wanted to put it. He came back, continuing to knead the huge muscles in my back, and I felt him climb up on me again, now his cock pressing against the crack in my ass. It was thick! I felt him reach, and then cool lube was squirted against my ass, and he rolled off my back to begin massaging my hole again. Much to my surprise, after a moment, I felt a push into my hole, and then suddenly a burst of tingling. He had a small vibrator, and was pushing it in my ass. I grunted out loud and arched my back more, and he pushed the vibrator into my asshole holding it as I pushed back. Fuck! I felt the pillow get wet from my precum. I'd not had my asshole worked and played with like this for some time, and loved it. He began fucking me gently with the vibrator, and after a few moments, He climbed back on me, and I felt his legs around my ass. He slowly pushed his cock against my relaxed, open hole and I felt it stretch very wide. Fuck! He popped past the anal ring, and I felt suddenly incredibly full, and goosebumps covered me as I felt him begin fucking in and out of my asshole. He began grunting as he fucked me, and I felt his hands gently touch my arm muscles, and traps, all over my muscles as his fucking slowed, and he ground into my hole very gently, moving his hips now from side-to-side stimulating all of the inside of my ass and rectum, driving me wild, frankly. I slowly reared up, and he continued to fuck, until he was basically standing on the bed with me on my hands and knees, as I tried to reach around and jack myself off, but the pillow was still there. He slapped me on my ass, and pulled out with a "whup" and jumped off the bed. Taking my hands and nodding, he pulled me to a space in front of his closet, where there was a mirror, and pushed me back on my hands and knees, ass in the air. I watched as my furry professor pushed his cock back in my ass, and I groaned as he grunted, and he began a much harder fuck, hard smacking sounds filling the room as he punched into my ass. I began bucking back against his ass and I closed my eyes and let my body fill with the feeling of my ass stretching and filling with his fat cock. He was an amazing fucker, and I felt him reach around, his furry chest pressed to my back and he simply began squeezing and hugging me, hunching his ass into me. I opened my eyes and watched him humping me like a dog, and a deep groan erupted from me of fulfillment. He groaned back, and I realized he could feel all my animal noises through my body. He kept squeezing me tighter and tighter, and his hand reached around, fumbling for my cock. He quickly licked his hand I saw in the mirror, and grabbing my cock, started a slow stroke, in time with his humping me, my balls slapping almost painfully against his hand as I felt his balls slap against my legs. What a hot fuck we had, perfectly in synch, groaning and moaning against each other, the only thing missing – his kisses. I looked around at him hugging and fucking me, and reached and patted him on the shoulder. I hated to interrupt, his eyes were closed, and he was smiling as he fucked me, and looked so happy. I winked and nodded at him, and he slowly stopped, and I flattened myself on the floor after he pulled out. Flipping on my back, I spread my legs, and hooking my hands behind them, he looked down, then in the mirror at his furry body, cock dripping with sex, and he crouched, and slid his cock back in my wide open hole. He hugged me again, and now I began kissing him while he fucked the hell out of my, the angle now very different, and with the curve upward of his cock, my prostate was rammed and massaged to within an inch of its life. I was now pooling precum on my belly underneath him. I closed my eyes again, grunting with each thrust as he was, lost in his furry kiss – his small tongue flicking in my mouth, exploring as I did his, feeling his lips pressed to mine, and his breath coming in huffs through his nose against my moustache. He leaned back slightly, and grabbing my chest, made more grunt sounds, and started squeezing and playing with my muscles, an amazing look of delight on his face. Hugging me again, I felt my cock and prostate being overloaded with fucking, and I wrapped my arms around him, suddenly, grunting, and shot a load all over my belly. Pulsing with cum, I couldn't help but to squeeze his cock with each jet coming out, and he looked down and emitted an "oooh!" of delight. He slowed, but I slapped his ass to keep fucking – not a problem! He began slamming now harder, almost doing pushups against me slamming his fat cock in my ass, just the right short length to hammer my prostate, and not a few minutes later, I was slowly getting hard again with his hugging, humping and kissing. He began grunting "ahh ahh ahh" in a strange, low voice, and I knew he was on the verge, and suddenly he slammed into my ass, and I felt him shiver and squeeze his body, exhaling in a grunted gasp, and suddenly I felt spurts of cum in my ass. One. Two. Three... I stopped counting as he began slamming in me again, and in a sudden burst, he jackhammered against me, then collapsed in my arms, furry face buried in my neck. I slowly lowered my legs, a bit long spread and up, and he popped out of my ass, as I felt cum drip out. Slowly slowly I settled down on the floor, my cock now raging hard, as he snuggled against me, his wet cock, drooling against my groin. We sat there for moments, and then to his surprise, I stood up, picked him up in my arms, and carried him to the bed, where we snuggled again and began kissing. Sleep overtook him, and he snored for a second in my arms, then I began tugging on his fat cock, jacking myself off, and sliding around in his big bed, popped his cock in my mouth as I jacked off. He was in an instant awake, grunting and looking at me, and then holding my head gently, slid his cock in and out of my mouth as I gave him the royal treatment – tongue slithering all over the head, sucking, licking the shaft, and then pressing the head against the roof of my mouth as he fucked my mouth more and more forcefully. He took my cock from me, and began jacking me off as I jack/sucked his cock, and I found he was an absolute expert with his hands. He knew every nook and cranny of the nerves in my cock, and within moments, I was gasping from the electric sensations he was stroking from my big prick. Fuck! My legs shook now and then and he increased the sensation, thumbs sliding around and around under the rim, then to my eternal shock, his fingernail! I thought I would scream – not painful, but just mind-blowing! He combined the round-and-round stroking with shaft stroking as I replicated the motion with my mouth and hands on his cock, but – unusual for me – I couldn't hold back, and shaking, I patted him, and suddenly started shooting cum all over his beard. In another burst of energy, he immediately took my cock in, too the hilt, in his throat, and half my cum was on his face, half shot straight into his belly. He had made little effort to suck that evening so it was startling. And, the moment he tasted my cum, his own balls started pulling tight and a moment later I was rewarded with very thick gooey cum shot into my mouth, filling it as I gulped it down. Amazing. Even I had to fall asleep now, as we intertwined – my head was on his right knee, his head on mine, arms around each other's legs, and a few hours later, I woke, startled, as he moved around slightly in the bed. It was quite dark, a bit cool, and I smelled his fur, the smell of sex and cum in the darkness, and stroked him gently. He grunted, and stroked me too, taking my feet and again sucking them, massaging my calves, then we both fell asleep again. The following morning I woke before he did, and feeling like a bad movie, I wrote out a thank you note on a pad beside the bed, and woke him, handing him the note. He kissed me deeply, and we hugged, and played, I stroked his fur, beard, kissing him more, and winking at him, as he spoke the only full word: "goodbye!" —— 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.