Date: Fri, 18 Sep 2015 00:00:22 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: CityView DC, Papa 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 —— *Papa* I decided to take a new way home one evening back to my hotel while working in DC, from the beltway, I got off and tried to drive all the way down Connecticut towards the center to my hotel. What a mistake. I eventually got off to get some gas, hopefully a bottle of muscle milk, and to chill. The neighborhood of the station was a little run-down, but not the station, and off to one side stood a quite nice Mercedes. As I approached the door, I heard a whoop and an "Ecco Ercole!" and I was met by a very distinguished looking man – balding, beautifully groomed, white beard, not too tall, but very tan. He was dressed in a station shirt, but it looked like it had just come off an ironing board, along with his dark blue trousers. Impeccable. He stood beaming at me, "show Nonno you arm!" I laughed, and did a double bicep for him and he just went bonkers. He reminded me kind of Geppetto from Disney's Pinocchio, if he had a beard. That accent! He held up his smooth arms, and also did a bicep flex - he was in good shape, and had to be around 70. He started talking to me, but it wasn't to chat me up, he was just excited about muscle, he had a thousand questions. He then asked me if I'd like to come for dinner! I didn't know what to say, so I said yes, of course, and as I drove off to my hotel and gym, I thought what fun tonight would be. I drove somewhere up in Georgetown's East Village, and suddenly at an immense house. I parked in the driveway (yes, it had a big one) and my Nonno opened the door and hustled me in. He grabbed me and gave me a big kiss on each cheek, and I held him still, and gave him a big kiss on the lips, quite passionately. He gasped and looked at me, and then gave me a big mouth kiss again, rubbing his big moustache against mine, "Ercole, ahh" (Hercules) and held my hand dragging me through the mansion. This was a far cry from the gas station, and as I walked by an office, I surmised quickly he didn't have one or two gas stations, but dozens and dozens around DC. We went into a beautiful dining room, and he began fussing over some wine, pouring me a glass, and then the feast came out while we talked. My god I felt like a stuffed goose! And it was all beautiful food, Italian in the Roman style, and finally Nonno (Italian for Grandpa) bustled me off, kissing my neck affectionately to a library, with fireplace (not on!), and I saw a wall of pictures, and a few stood out. Nonno young, with a handsome furry man, and each of them with a woman on an arm. Nonno with babies and a woman. Nonno with the big muscular furry man, no women. Nonno and the man ageing, looking more handsome. Then Nonno by himself on a boat. Nonno said, "that was Gustav", and sighed, "Renzo and Gustavo" and I saw that Gustav was no more. I was so flattered to have Renzo – or Nonno – fussing over me all evening, beautiful food, touching me, kissing my hands, my neck, my lips very gently. In the library, he held my hand talking very fast to me, stroking my biceps and muscles, so I winked at him, and took off my shirt. Renzo was silent, and almost immobile, and then turned off the lights, and opened some huge curtains onto a garden. Moonlight poured in, and he said, "come, stand Guiseppe", the Italian version my name. I stood in the pale moonlight as Renzo sighed, and elegantly took my pants off. "Geppetto, so beautiful my Ercole". He turned me around in the moonlight, and kissed me, and pulled off my underwear. I started to stroke my cock, "no hard, Geppetto", he said, holding my hands. Renzo took another drink of Port, and took his shirt off as I stood there. "Mama," he began, whispering, and took his pants off, neatly folding them. He did not have a hair on his body, which was in fantastic shape, lean, and quite brown. And very European in skimpy underwear, which held a huge bulge. Then my Nonno, my Renzo took off his underwear and a huge uncut Italian cock spilled out. Fuck! He looked at me, his eyes twinkling, "Nonno have a big cannelloni!" he grinned, and waved his cock at me. It wasn't just long, it was fat, and on his short, almost diminutive body, it looked startling. "Touch, Ercole" he said, holding his fat cock out. I stroked it, and it got harder, rising up quickly straight out, veiny and dangerous looking. Renzo, then began jacking off, on his knees in front of me, turning me around in the moonlight. I looked so white, glowing in the light, like a crazy living statue while Renzo drank more, muttering and touching me all over. He pulled me down to the floor with him, stretching my legs out one over the other, sitting on my right buttock, left hand on right knee. I realized I was becoming "The Dying Gaul" but Renzo stood close to me, and began feeding me his cock. He smeared the head on my lips, peeling the foreskin back, and I opened my mouth wide. He slid the head in, which I closed my lips around and sucked and licked, and he gasped, hands shaking as he cradled my head, and slid his cock further in. "So long," He muttered, and as I prepared my throat to be battered, I slurped and ran my tongue all over the broad beautiful head of his cock. He slid back until it hit my throat, and as I winked at him, I pushed slightly, his head popping into my throat and he cried out as I slid it completely in my mouth until my lips were at the base of his cock. My Grandpa had a hard time catching his breath as I easily slid his huge cock in and out of my throat – it was not steel hard, so slightly limber it was perfect to suck on and deepthroat. I got out of my "Dying Gaul" pose, and turning more comfortably held onto his hands as I bobbed and slurped, groaning and making smacking sucking sounds on his beautiful cock. Loosening one hand, I stroked his big tight balls, pulling and tapping on them gently while Renzo stroked my head. I was in pig heaven, huge dinner, beautiful bearded Grandpa, and a delicious long uncut cock to suck on after all that wine. I continued sucking and worshiping Renzo's cock, and lifting one of his legs, put it over my shoulder as he continued to cradle my head, when suddenly I was facing up, his cock sliding down into my throat, and he was fully in command cradling my head and sliding it back and forth over my cock. Breathing heavily, and gushing a verbal stream of mixed Italian and English, Renzo was in 7th heaven, throat fucking his "Hercules" on the floor of the library, moonlight spilling all over and around us. He slowly lowered my head, cock still in my throat, until he was squatting while my head was on the floor. He then straightened his legs, and began fucking my throat in earnest, and I had a hell of a time synchronizing my breathing with his fuck-monster intensity. It was a wonderful intense fuck, and I felt completely used by this guy – but from the moment I walked in the door, his fussing, feeding, stroking, and now throat fucking, I felt fantastic, like a prince. He was a real smoothie, and a beautiful accomplished fucker. We paused for a moment, and I looked, down – I was hard as a rock, and not so statuesque. Renzo went and poured a glass of Tokaji, and walking across the room, big cock bobbing, it looked fairly comical. He got on the carpet by me, and curled up against me, feeding me a glass of the very sweet Hungarian wine, and from a small dish fed me a very bitter, delicious chocolate. We began kissing as his hands roamed all over me, and we became more involved with the drink, the chocolate, the kissing and jacking off each other over the next half hour as I slowly realized I had a pinch too much alcohol. "Ercole, I want fuck, please, let Nonno faak you!" he begged, stroking my muscle ass. I turned over, and he put a small bench in front of me, and so I sat, on my knees, ass in the air. Renzo, leaned over and kissed it, stroking the muscle, and licking his finger, probed around my asshole, stroking it. I grunted, and spread my knees wide apart, giving as much access as possible. Renzo began rimming me, licking and sucking my hole, pushing fingers in, driving me crazy with his moustache and beard. I squeezed my muscles – he was crazy for muscle, and gasped whenever I did that – and pushed back on his face, trying to get my ass filled as much as possible. "Geppetto, you relax, si?" He asked, pushing fingers in my asshole, "I think no." He continued to rim and play with my asshole, then muttered, and walked away for a moment. He came back with a small black and gold cigarette case and a glass ashtray, and proceeded to pull out, to my surprise, a joint! It was rolled in Amsterdam style, and he lit it, watching me, eyes glittering, and a big shiteating grin on his face. He took a long puff, and then leaning down to my mouth, fed me the smoke in a kiss, and I inhaled the smooth slightly spicy smoke without any problem. He was delighted I was so easy, and on his hands and knees by the stool I was leaning against, proceeded to smoke the joint, feeding me the sweet joint by mouth for 10 minutes. Again, a long drink of Tojaji, and chocolate to take some of the taste away. I was buzzing like a bumblebee. He began slowly rimming me again, and I felt my body growing and growing for some reason, and my asshole was getting huge, in sensation. The rimming was setting my entire groin on fire, and Renzo held onto my cock like milking a cow while I ground back into his face, and he kept measuring my asshole with fingers – one, two, three, but not four quite yet. I was in pig heaven when Renzo stood up, and said "Ercole come now." And held out his hand. I stood up, slightly woozily, and he led me back through what felt like a labyrinth of a house by hand. I felt HUGE, giant muscle body being led by a tiny beautiful man who kept stroking and patting me like a big horse, until we were in a bedroom. Renzo's cock looked immense, and realizing my senses were a bit distorted, I knew that he was unusually big. I was ready now, and Renzo threw a bottle of poppers at the pillow, and climbed in the bed behind me. I couldn't resist and took a long puff from the bottle as Renzo continued now to oil and open my ass, then the fuck began. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my asshole, and pushing as hard as I could, knowing that would relax me, and feeling BIG, hoping his cock was proportionately looking BIG, I pushed. The cockhead just pushed against my hole like a big baseball, and nothing really pushed in at all. Renzo stroked my legs and started talking to me as I pushed back, and I felt bit by bit my asshole opening up. I kept wondering how I could have gotten him in my throat so easily, but he was not this hard earlier. Suddenly, the head pushed into my anus and I gasped. It felt like I was being fisted, like my ass had been stretched by a horsecock. I thought I would throw up for a second – it didn't hurt, it just felt like immense pressure. His big uncut cockhead rested at the entrance to my rectum for a moment, and he pushed it further in. I felt like I was turning inside out, from the sensation of his big cock sliding into me, even though I knew my rectum was only a few inches long. My bladder was feeling shocked, and my prostate had to be crushed to the thinness of a dime at this stage, and the sensation inside my entire groin was overwhelming. So, naturally, I did more poppers. Renzo slid more of his cock into me, which felt great, until he hit the opening to my colon. There was another barrier to push through, this one I had no control over. Renzo was an expert, pushing slowly with a constant pressure, and stroking and cooing over my muscles while he kept nudging his cockhead against the opening deep inside my ass. Suddenly, as first, he popped deeper into me – while his shaft was thick, his cockhead was thick and fat, and so the moment he penetrated, it felt comfortable. He slid more into my asshole when I simply, all at once, slammed backwards until I felt his groin hit my buttocks. Renzo groaned and whined out loud, my guts now completely wrapped around his huge meat. I looked in the mirror on the wall to one side of the bed, and saw small Renzo now riding my ass, looking like a Chihuahua on a St. Bernard, my body still way big in my eyes. He slowly slid his cock out, waves of goosepimples riding over me with the sensation, and then quickly pushed back in to the hilt. I like getting fucked, but prefer quite average to smaller cocks, and Renzo was way out of my league but I suddenly had to get fucked hard. I didn't want to jack off, I had to feel his cock using my asshole, rectum, colon, everything as a fucktube to pull cum out of my granddad. Renzo began riding my ass now, sliding his huge cock in and own, always fast in, slow out, mixing my insides up beautifully. My cock was dripping with precum as he paused occasionally to milk me, checking how hard I was, how tight my balls were. He would always then go back to fucking me, stroking my muscles, whispering how beautiful his big "Ercole" was. We developed a rhythm together as I jammed my backside harder and harder against him, desperately trying to feed my hungry ass with his meat, feeling him stretch my hole bigger and bigger, my whole body feeling bigger and bigger as filled me up, but I realized I was missing something. I slowly buckled my legs, then fell over to my side taking Renzo over with me, as we fell into the bed laughing. I then crawled off his big cock, and got on my back. I wanted to see my fucker. Renzo got back up while I was in the process of pulling my legs back, stroking my wet puffy asshole. I could feel how much I was being fucked and abused by his huge cock, as my asslips were really distended. I pulled my arms back in front of my legs, asshole now up and I stroked it for him, begging him to fuck me more. Renzo stood in front of me on his knees, huge cock rearing up, and he slowly moved the head back again to my asshole, but I was ahead of him. I pushed on my asshole and it opened right up, I could feel it make a wide-open hole for his cockhead to slide in, which it did. Renzo groaned as his head slid along my anal canal and popped again into my rectum, but this time his hands were on my huge flexing pecs while he slid further into me. My hands were all over him, stroking his shaft, feeling his big dangling balls, and poking in beside his cock in my own asshole. He pushed further, and I suddenly was aware at this angle he curved up slightly straight into my prostate. Another thrust of his cock and my prostate sent alarm signals throughout my body as I shuddered and had to bite my lip, and as he slid his cock into my large colon, really deep inside me, the light hallucination of the 420 made me feel as though he was up deep, near my lungs with his huge Italian Salami. He leaned over, grasping my giant shoulder muscles as he cried out, then pulling his cock out, even the tip out, he slammed back deep inside me, impaling me with his horsecock. He kept crying out feeling my muscles, pulling out slowly, slamming back inside me, and slowly I got a hold of his hips to slam him even harder inside my hungry ass, until I started getting dizzy from the never-ending fuck pressure that filled my groin, my abdomen. My own cock was leaking more and more precum as I realized how badly I had to piss. I held back, frowning, as Renzo battered me, but suddenly there was a spurt of piss on my belly. Renzo laughed, and grabbed a towel nearby and put it on my belly as I continued to groan and frown, and with each thrust of his magnificent cock he pressed out a small stream of piss. You sit on bed with a hardon, full bladder, and having a footlong thick cock batter your prostate and bladder, the sensation was overwhelming and intense with each spurt of piss. I could barely breathe, and certainly far beyond talking when I think I began crying. I felt my face get wet as I continued to piss into the towel, Renzo speeding up the retreat of his cock, but not the slam in. I shook my head when suddenly Renzo took the soaking towel away and put a new one on my belly, wiped the tears from my eyes with his hand, whispering to me, and fed me more poppers, naturally. I was lost in a swirl of incredible fucking from that point for another 10 minutes, my ass turning inside out from the sensation, my cock swelling up grotesquely (in my mind) and laying in the crack between my pectorals, and Renzo, beautiful Renzo orchestrating it. As I was fucked senseless I ran through my mind how wonderful he had been, affectionate, caring for me. I usually was the one who took charge, who looked after my partner, but now I was the one being adored. I wanted terribly to kiss Renzo, and letting my legs go, grabbed at him and pulled him to me, kissing him while he humped me with short, killing slams into my ass. Renzo was an artist of kissing, holding my mouth with his, exploring my mouth, tickling my tongue, the roof of my mouth, the back of my mouth with his thick tongue. I was in heaven, completely lost with time, just enjoying the deep fuck, and this beautiful man, when he slowly backed away slightly, pulling me along, until he was off the bed. He was still fucking me, holding my legs, as he renewed some lube on his cock and my asshole, and as I craned my head, I could see his backside in the mirror. He had some leverage now, and could move more, and began really long strokes into my asshole – all the way out, and in, and as I watched, his huge balls would swing and I could see them slam against my asshole I felt the smack. To this day I don't know how he could take it, but he was fucking me like a machine, now a nonstop stream of Italian as he held my massive thighs, hands pinching my nipples now and then, roaming all over, then suddenly stroking my cock. "I love my big dick bottom Ercole" he declared as he leaned over and sucked the head of my cock, slowing his own fucking decidedly. He licked and sucked the tip, then rubbed it around against his beard, sending cascades of overwhelming sensation. My cock at this stage felt like it usually does right after I cum, which is to say extremely sensitive. I began trying to lean up, not sure why, flailing my arms around as he continued sucking and slamming into my ass, and he pulled me roughly causing me to flop flat again. He was able to get more and more of my cock into his mouth, and he knew what to do, lips, tongue, even teeth gently touching my cockhead and shaft causing me to scream out and hyperventilate. Oh, time for more poppers naturally, and feeding me another load he continued to suck and torture my cock along with fucking my asshole, slipping fingers into my hole along with his cock so he could see how destroyed my prostate was. I couldn't take much longer of his sucking though, and with the poppers and the assfucking, I started bellowing out "ahh ahh ahh" sounds and suddenly I was seized with a mind-bending orgasm. Huge waves of sensation slammed into my cock and spread over my groin, when I realized I wasn't even shooting, my insides were over-stimulated. I cried out that I was cumming and Renzo doubled-down on sucking and fucking me as the most incredibly blissful pleasure spread over my body. It more or less bloomed up and enveloped me, blending me in with Renzo and the fucking, my legs shaking, until I realized I wasn't even thinking, just feeling orgasm. It seemed like minutes later when I came to, Renzo still fucking me like a bull, when I realized I had passed out from the orgasm, which was still just on the verge of overwhelming me. I love Renzo fucking, and not sucking me now, and I understood even more fully how bottoms could take fucking for so long, when they really get into their ass. But! It was not forever. Renzo was sweating and having a great time fucking his Hercules, but he too was on the verge of fucking, so I leaned forward, my arms against his hips again, and as I stroked his skin, he looked at me, frowning with urgency. His eyes flew open wide, and he told me he was cumming, he was feeling me the last meal of the evening, that I would be filled up with hot juice. Then he vaulted into Italian, screaming out loud with his hard slams, and with that, he stopped, holding his pulsing cock in my asshole as I felt cum gush back out. It was so incredible, feeling his huge cock gushing cum in me as he closed his eyes, shaking, then slowly, very slowly pulling back out as I squeezed his cock like a vise with my ass muscles. He threw himself over me after he pulled out, his cock dripping and my ass dripping, and I then got up, less woozily, and sliding off the bed, picked him up in my arms. He couldn't have been more than 150lbs, and I kissed and nuzzled his face while he flailed his arms, not knowing what I would do. I sat on the edge of the bed with Nonno in my lap, squeezing and kissing him, until he did the same back, then slid back up in the bed holding him. We kissed and necked for another hour, gradually falling asleep, and I felt him wake up in the night, and heard him walk around the house turning things off. He came back in bed, and curled himself up, his butt against my groin, with my huge arms wrapped around him like a blanket, and he sighed as he relaxed and slept. The sun woke us up, and I had a flight at noon, so I wasn't worried, and Renzo immediately, jumped up and inspected my battered asshole gently, checking to make sure I wasn't hurt. "Please Giuseppe, you come back?" he asked, after breakfast together, hand on my arm. I told him yes, and I did, but I have to tell you, leaving that wonderful man alone – I knew he was very alone – was one of the hardest things I had done in DC. And I decided to do something about it. [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.