Date: Sun, 02 Aug 2015 15:04:03 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: CityView DC, QED 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 —— *QED* After last time's disastrous, but very fun diversion from working out in DC with Sami, I decided not to meet him at my hotel, but at a third-party place so we wouldn't immediately begin fucking! So to keep it light we met again at the "Le Pain Quotidien" where I met Sami the first time, and we had a cup of coffee. I sized Sami up a bit – his beautiful big legs were still great, big wide ass, still as hairy as ever. What was beginning to change was his waist – he was probably a 38 or more when he met, but his pants were quite loose now, and his baggy shirt was getting slightly tighter across the chest. Sami met me, and gave me a big wet kiss as I stood up – he was definitely more aggressive "in a good way", and I could smell the horniness in him. It was really magic. I said, "Sami, you know, maybe it's time to get some new jeans?" Sami grinned like a fool, "Uncle Joe, my waist is so much smaller, I'm so excited!" "Your shirt is also baggy around the waist a little bit but you must have noticed another change." I asked, and Sami replied, "It's tight!" He almost yelled, and people looked at him. "I mean, it's tight on top." Sami grinned. The weight training, and frankly the testosterone were working their magic on Sami, and remodeling his body. He was still the incredible furry big-armed big-assed ape I drooled over, but now was getting a more v-shaped torso, leaner belly, and a more startling profile. He also looked like, well, he groomed himself better. I told him how proud I was at his progress, and he beamed. We headed to the gym for a day of shoulders. Sami's gym outfit was definitely baggier in the waist, and he worked out now with confidence. He really understood how to contract for maximum stress in his muscles, but his concentration, well, that was something else. As I sat on a shoulder machine, Sami started whispering excitedly about "Nowruz", or the Persian New Year. It was new year's that day we were in the gym, but Sami started talking about The first spring after 9/11 after he and his Dad had become sex buddies, and after he had begun having sex with Nader also, his father had to take in a couple of more boarders to make ends meet – more Arab taxi drivers, big bearded and not popular in DC. Sami had no fewer than five men – Persian (Dad), Lebanese (Nader), Egyptian (Ram), Hasif (Syrian), and Ghazi (Palestinian) – doting over him. You have to understand; these guys were all separated from their families, trying to earn money in the US, frequently sent abroad. Big healthy furry Sami was like their boy, their son, and it was like a river of wonderful mid-east delicacies to eat all day from them. Somehow they weren't quite aware of Nader, Papa, and Sami fucking like rabbits, but you know people have a way of not knowing what they don't want to know. Until Nowruz. Papa made a small party at the house, food, wine, and a 'real Hookah' to celebrate the New Year's, it was at the end of March (20th to be exact). The men assembled, and it was a very festive atmosphere, along with some Arabic-language (mysterious to Sami of course, he was Persian) TV and songs, and the men all ate and enjoyed themselves, and began the hookah after dinner. Nader had been responsible for the shisha, and got some from 'his friends', and the five began smoking gently. The process, the pipes, the dish, the little coal and the other stuff fascinated Sami. "What is that Papa," he asked. "Dried fruit Sami." He got as a reply. Sami was really engrossed, it looked, well, like a chemical laboratory. Nader lit the brazier, and the men drew deep lungsful through the bubbling water, and the room filled with, well, a peculiar smell. Nader and Sami's father winked at each other, as did the men. Sami took a lungful, and felt so grown-up! "What is that called Papa?" He asked. "Shisha." His father replied. "Ha!" Said Nader. They giggled. Nader said again. "Ha." Papa said "Shisha." And they giggled even more, and all of them took another round from the pipe. The room really smelled now, and Sami felt very heavy, and light-headed at the same time, almost like poppers, but different. And he felt very giggly. "Ha." "Shisha." Nader and his Papa began singing, over and over until they were saying "Hashisha". They all kept smoking, and Sami got up, and suddenly felt a wave of horniness. He looked around the room, and went over to Papa, and sat by him, "I feel funny Papa!" he exclaimed, and giggled. His Papa kissed him on the head, and then looking at him intently, kissed him hard, on the lips. The giggling men quieted for a second as they watched the spectacle of the father deep tongue-kissing his son, who participated enthusiastically. The two were in a slightly chemical haze, and now oblivious to the room, and Sami groped at his father's crotch. "Papa..." he groaned. The men erupted in Arabic, which broke the spell, and Sami looked around at the grinning, smiling faces. Fuck, he felt great! The all took another couple of rounds of the Hookah, and Sami was drenched in sweat. He looked at Papa, and Nader, and announced to the room, "Papa, I'm horny." Well. Sami and I had finished the first deltoid exercise, and my balls were aching because I couldn't wait to hear the rest – and I looked at Sami, who was almost drooling, and I said, "Sami, I think you just make up these stories to make me horny." Sami looked startled, and began protesting. "No, No." I said, "I don't' have any proof that this happened. I think you are a great storyteller." I grinned, and Sami said "I will prove it to you." We went over to do reverse delts – I love them, and it's something a lot of guys miss. They get huge front deltoids (bad form on pecs helps) and the back of their deltoids are small, so they never develop the rounded look. I wanted Sami to have big cocoanut shoulders – big round and hairy! We started on the exercise, and Sami said, "Let me finish with Nowruz". So he continued, in the room with the five men. "Take off your clothes Sami." His father said. Sami stood up, grinning, and took off his shirt, while the men laughed and clapped their hands, kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants, and slid off his underwear and stood there, big fat hardon like an arm sticking out, dripping precum. He walked over to his Papa, who leaned back, and sat on his Dad's leg while his Papa jacked him off. Nader kept the spirit up by getting up and taking his clothes off, and a moment later, Ram laughed and stood up. To imagine Ram you have to think of a tan bearded Omar Sharif – very dark beautiful eyes, very thick dense curly hair, almost an afro, and dark luminous skin. He was average height, and took his shirt off, exposing the same thick kinky hair over his body. He had a little potbelly, but nice sinewy muscles in his arms and chest. He undid his buckle and took his slippers off, slid his pants off and sat back down in striped boxers and black socks. Hasif and Ghazi stood up and took their clothes off – Hasif had a soft handsome face, bearded of course, and quite bald. He was also average height, and a little fat, very furry, but sat in y-fronts and his black socks. Ghazi was very skinny, slightly taller than everyone, and had amazing "Etruscan" eyes, looking almost like he wore mascara. He was the slowest to take his clothes off, and it was because he wasn't wearing underwear. Sami watched as Ghazi lowered his pants, and a thick cock was shown, and time seemed to slow for Sami – Ghazi revealed inch by inch a cock even thicker than Nader or his father, and it seemed to go down to his knees. Sami shivered as he imagined that cock sliding in his asshole, and then looked around and shivered again. He knew he was going to have a fuck night to remember tonight. "Sami, get up son." His father said, and Sami stood up, as his father walked back to the bedroom. The men were all looking at Sami now, and were stroking cocks in their underwear. Ghazi's long fuckstick was really amazing, and it curved up and hit him just below his chest. He sat there open-mouthed, stoned, a thin spindle of drool dripping out of his mouth onto his cock. Nader had the familiar thick beautiful cock, while Ram fished out an amazingly long cock – thin, with a big head. Hasif fished his thick cock out, nowhere near as long as the others but very fat and brown. Papa came back in the room naked, and with an elaborate little tray. On it were bottles of lube, and poppers, and small towels. What a host! Ghazi, Ram, and Hasif had no idea what the poppers were, but Papa said they would find out. They all did even more of the hookah while Sami stood there jerking his cock, and his Papa then licked Sami's cock, and sucked on the head gently. Sami mouthed an "Oh" and stood there while all the men jacked off, watching intently. The remaining underwear was shed, and the men reclined a little in their chairs. "Sami, get on the floor." Papa said, and Sami got on his hands and knees, and his father put his foot on Sami's shoulder, and gently pushed his chest onto the floor, leaving his hairy ass and asshole exposed to the air. Papa leaned over with some lube and rubbed it into Sami's asshole as the men drew closer, breathing heavily. Papa pushed some fingers into Sami's asshole and rotated them around as Sami squealed in pleasure. Then Papa got on his hands and knees beside Sami, and looking up and nodding at Nader, he got the same treatment on his asshole. Nader then squatted and pushed his giant 10" cock in one go into Papa, who groaned and cried out calling the name of God. The men all murmured, and watched the spectacle of the giant man fucking on the floor, huge greasy cock sliding easily in and out of the hole. Nader nodded at Ram, and pointed at Sami with his chin, so Ram also squatted down. He popped the head easily in Sami's asshole, and Sami cried out like his father, and every hair on his body stood on end as the fucking began. Ghazi and Hasif stood by, stoned and hypnotized as they watched Sami and his father get royally fucked. Ram was a talented fucker – slowly going in deep, to lessen the initial pain, then quickly back out, in slowly, back out, and began swinging his hips hard as he fucked the hairy teenager on the floor. Nader stood up and nodded at Hasif, who ran immediately around to Papa, and squatting shoved his fat cock in the dad. He looked startled at the heat of the anal cavity, and began fucking like a rabbit, quick short strokes as his mind tried to absorb the wine, the hashish, the incest, the evening. Nader tapped Ram, who stepped away woozily, and Ghazi squatted and pushed his incredibly long cock – really, it was as big as his entire skinny hairy forearm – deep into Sami who whimpered slightly. Nader took a bottle of poppers, and dropped some into a cloth, and held it up to Hasif to inhale. He did so, and a moment later, a look of fright passed his face and he began babbling, still fucking Papa like a demon, and he began screaming in a low voice, looking down as he clearly was shooting Papa full of hot cum. He simply keeled over then, and the men laughed as he laughed and babbled on, until he came to a moment later and complained for his wife and children, then finally all the poppers wore off and he immediately asked for more! Sami and I finished the rear delts, and I really had to fight to focus. It was as though the hashish from the story had taken over my mind. I dragged Sami on to a Smith machine where we focused on front deltoids. "Yeah yeah yeah Sami" I said, but shaking from excitement. Sami laughed, and batted at his hardon. I have to say, anyone within earshot of us had run away by that time, there is an advantage to telling filthy erotic stories at a gym workstation. I stood in front of Sami to help him with the weight, I really loaded him up today so he'd get a massive pump. "Sami I wish I was naked, but you don't know how to suck cock!" I needled him. "That's because all the cock I got was so fucking big Uncle Joe!" he grimaced as he worked the weight, telling the story. It was true. Nader took Hasif's place with Papa, and passed the poppers rag to Sami and his Papa. Now, if you've had marijuana, and poppers, but not together, it's quite an experience. Sami took a huge, too huge hit, and suddenly the entire world was his giant asshole with Ghazi's footlong cock cramming inside him. He screamed and reached around spreading his asscheeks and begging for the cock, fumbling to feel the slick wet hose jamming in his hole and his entire body becoming electrified at the sensation. He felt something on his face, and his Papa was trying to kiss him, so he turned and began kissing, his whole world spinning now around his obscenely filled ass and the hot kisses of his own father. Ghazi also took a hit of the poppers, but even after the long interval of fucking he was not ready to cum, no matter how much he groaned and slapped Sami's ass. Hasif was jacking himself off frantically watching Nader fucking Papa again, and Nader handed him the poppers rag. Hasif was on another planet quite quickly as he watched the obscene male hairy ape orgy in front of him, father and Son both being anally raped but kissing passionately. Ram walked up to Hasif, and presented his beautiful long thin cock, and Hasif, open-mouthed, lowered his lips onto the cock, and began sucking and licking it as Ram slowly, slowly edged more cock into his mouth. Hasif kept on with the poppers – his eyes were turning quite red – but he was now engrossed with choking on the giant cock in his mouth. Ghazi grimaced at Nader – it wasn't very easy to squat and fuck for such a time, and Nader looked at the dining room table, covered with food. Nope. He looked at the couch, and slapped Papa on the ass. Papa literally crawled over to the couch as Nader took one of the cushions, and stacked it. Papa got up on the cushion, on his back, and pulled his legs back. Ghazi slapped Sami's ass and pulled him up, and Sami stood, as a second cushion was stacked. He was mesmerized by the sight of his father, and immediately clamped his mouth on his father's wet asshole and rimmed and sucked him. Ghazi and Nader were jacking off to this, and there was somehow a signal, and Nader walked over to Hasif and fed his cock as Ram walked back over to Sami and his father. Ghazi pulled Sami over to the cushion, where he was set up just like Dad, asshole just at hip height for Ghazi, and Ghazi recommenced plowing him. Ram was fucking his father, slamming into his huge fat ass hard and crying out with the delight of the deep bowels Papa had. Sami was beginning to be overwhelmed with another sensation and realized that Ghazi was jacking off his huge cock, when he began spurting and cumming all over himself. He felt like was going to pass out when he realize that Ram was now fucking him. Everything was becoming mixed up, and he felt that incredibly long cock deep in his guts while his cum dripped all over his fur. He opened his eyes and Nader was fucking him, and he was cumming again, inhaling the poppers rag. He looked over and his father was drenched in sweat and cum, Hasif's black beard was also soaked, and he closed his eyes again. When he opened them, he was on the floor, stretched out by Papa, with the other men by him, the lights low. They were on some blankets, and Sami pulled close to his father's hairy hot body, and pulled a cover over himself. He opened his eyes again, and was shocked to see Ghazi on the couch, sucking his own cock while he was being rimmed by Hasif. The last time Sami opened his eyes, daylight was in the room. Nowruz was over, and fuck! He had to get to school. He looked carefully at the Hookah, and all the wet, sweaty, cummy men as his cock got hard. At school, he passed by the chemistry room, and saw round-bottom and some Erlenmeyer flasks, which reminded him of the hookah. He became very interested, and that evening, besides the fantastic sex, was the spark which led him to chemistry, university, and the US patent office, which what we discussed when we first met! "Oh Sami, love the story." I said, as we had finished up he last of our exercises and were washing up. The locker room was crowded, and Sami, though he had a massive hardon, had no way to take care of himself. We were going to do our usual dinner, and Sami called his father. I leaned over and said, "I want to invite you and your Papa to a great dinner tonight, for Nowruz." Sami looked surprised, and spoke rapidly to his father in Farsi. Thanks Sami. "OK." He said, smiling. We ended up driving all the way out to McLean Virginia, to a wonderful restaurant. The dinner conversation was very amusing – Sami was deathly afraid I think of letting a cat out of the bag, and I told his father Sami was a wonderful storyteller. And after eating ourselves silly – if you've not had Persian food, you are really missing out – Papa (I refused to call him anything else) drove us back to my Hilton. I invited them up to my room for a glass of Champagne for the New Year, which really alarmed Sami. Papa got rid of the taxi near the front, and we went up to my room, where I ordered some champagne, and strawberries on the speakerphone, I couldn't get the damn handset to work. We all heard "ordering Honeymoon Touch" from the kitchen on the phone, and burst out laughing. I was excited, and Sami was very jittery. Everything I had heard was now coming to a point, and I could almost smell the dangerous incest sex, father and son, barriers that must not be passed, right here in front of me. I made a terrible mistake mentioning Sami's mother, and Papa burst out into vicious name-calling "that cunt" but calmed down as the drinks arrived. We all had a round of champagne (after wine with dinner, mind you), and I asked Papa, "Do you see a change in Sami?" He grinned, "Of course Uncle Joe, look at my boy. He becoming a man. You are a good trainer. But trainer? In this hotel room?" I grinned back, and looked at Sami. Time was slowing down – no Hashish involved! - as I became more and more excited, my plans all coming together beautifully. "Sami can you stand for a second? I asked. Sami stood up, and you could see how much smaller his waist was, bigger shoulders, more V-shaped torso. "Ahhh," Papa said, "Sami, you are so beautiful, you muscle-man shape now!" and Papa stood up walking over to Sami. They were so much father and son, same hips, legs, ass, Papa with a nice belly, both with huge shoulders, too-long arms. Sami with the jet black beard and curly hair, Papa elegantly grey. "Sami, take your shirt off." I said. Sami glared at me. "Yes Sami, please, show Papa." His dad said. I felt my blood freeze slightly, because my mind was racing forward, knowing that I would be stepping into Sami's story soon. Time got even slower. I watched Sami's furry hand reach down to his loose teeshirt. He lifted the hem, and pulled it up, struggling slightly at the shoulders. His furry belly was exposed, as his Papa watched – almost flat, but thick and masculine. His chest was next, and instead of the 'boobies' he was so mad about, he had pecs. Real pecs, firm and furry. His shoulders were gigantic, big round cocoanuts covered with hair that glided over his traps and met in the center of his back. "Turn around Sami." I said, and we looked at the V of his back and the thick curly fur that ran in two thick carpets on either side of his spine. "Sami, show us your poses." Sami now was white. He knew what was happening. His cheeks were bright red, and he began posing and flexing. "No Sami, take off the pants," I said, "We need to see the calves, hams and quads." Papa was completely rapt, silent. Sami colored a little more, and kicked his shoes off. He dropped his pants, and stood, in his micro-underwear, huge cock sagging in the front, and posed for us. I poured more champagne for Papa, Sami, and myself and said "A toast, to Sami for his hard work." We all drank another glass, and I said, "Papa, are you as hairy as Sami?" That one question, I knew, would be like the tiny extra chemical in a beaker that makes the solution precipitate. Papa then, in a daze, unbuttoned his loose bowling-style shirt, and took it off. He was magnificent, grey-black furred, curly, all up his arms, traps. He had a big thick chest, big belly, and stood beside Sami. They looked at each other, and I said "Yes, like father like son!" I stood up, and kicked off my shoes. Papa said, "Sami..." and I saw that Sami was getting a massive hardon in his shorts. I pulled my teeshirt off, saying "Looks like everyone has a shirt off..." and then Sami's dad took his shoes off, dropping his pants. Baggy white underwear like Sami had when we first played. Sami's shorts were getting wet, and I could smell Dad and Son, it was the smell of sex. I walked over and said, "Papa, pose like Sami." And I did a front double-bicep. Papa did the same front double-bicep, looking wonderful, sucking his gut in and grinning, and I could see his huge dong getting hard. "You look great!" I exclaimed, and casually stroked my crotch. Papa stroked his, hand shaking, looking at Sami. Sami whispered "Papa..." and I walked over to my dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out my sex kit – couple of bottles of poppers, some lube, and other stuff. Papa looked over at it and his hardon got even bigger, tenting out the front of his shorts. Sami was so excited I thought he would piss on himself, so I took my underwear off, my own cock swinging free. I walked over to Sami and his Dad, and grabbed both their cocks, and said "Sami told me some wonderful stories." I dropped to my knees as Sami and Papa began kissing, and I pulled down their underwear. Sami's description of his dad was good, but exaggerated. Sami's cock was much longer than his dad, which was to say 10" is longer than 8" – still massive, and if you saw your Dad's cock as a teenager, it of course is the biggest in the world. I licked both their meats, then began concentrating on Papa, licking and sucking his fat cockhead, stroking the shaft, and sucking on his balls. He spread his legs – I loved his big hips - and he looked down. "Sami, his mouth feel so good!" "Yes Papa..." Sami said, and I continued sucking Papa, and it was wonderful. I really had to teach Sami to suck! I felt the soft flesh of his cockhead, spongy in my mouth as I rolled my tongue around it, and heard him cry out gently. The Father and Son were locked in a deep kiss, and I pushed his Dad's cock further and further in my mouth, until it popped back into my throat. "OH SAMI" Papa said, and he began shaking slightly, "I never feel this!" he gasped. I began sucking him more forcefully, popping in and out of my throat, as he cried out in joy, feeling intense sensations all up and down his cock. But I didn't want him to cum. I had other plans. I led them to the bed, and gently got Papa to lie back, putting a pillow under his head. I pulled his legs back, and pushed Sami to his knees. He leaned forward, and closing his eyes, gave in to an old familiar delight, rimming and sucking his Dad's asshole. But meanwhile, I continued sucking his Dad's cock. Papa cried out how good it felt, and sat twirling his nipples, groaning and babbling in Persian. I stopped for a second, and got a washcloth (wish I had a dishtowel or the rags Sami described) and poured poppers in. I held it over Papa's mouth as he looked at me with tears of gratitude in his eyes, and I put it aside and continued sucking him Sami in another world, rimming his Papa for the first time in years. His cock went slightly soft, but I continued sucking as he groaned, and I popped a rubber cockring on him. He looked alarmed, and glanced down, but kept playing with his nipples trying to shove his asshole down more onto Sami's mouth. "Sami, fuck your Papa now." I said. Sami stood up almost in a trance, and taking some lube creamed his cock watching his old Papa being sucked. "Fuck me Sami fuck me like you used to before you went to damn College!" Sami looked at his father, and pushing forward, popped the cock in his asshole. "Careful Sami, Careful!" Papa said, obviously a little out of practice. Sami slammed into the hilt in his father, enough to knock the cock out of my mouth. I thought, "hmm. 'Damn College?' Something's going on." Sami began fucking his father hard, slamming in as I began sucking him again. The three of us got an amazing rhythm going, Papa at the center of attention, sniffing poppers and playing with his nips, huge hairy body swaying to the beat of the fucking of his son. Sami backed away, pausing after 15 minutes of fucking, and looked at me imploringly. I moved around, and pushed my own cock in Papa's well-fucked asshole. Loose, hot, and deep, my favorite, I held his ankles and began a nice slow easy fuck, moving my hips around to get all inside his Dad's guts as I fucked away. Sami leaned down tenderly, kissing his father as he reached out to jack him off. I felt this was some sort of reunion! I was fucking away, entranced by being in the middle of the incest relationship, enjoying looking at Papa's huge cock which got harder and harder in Sami's expert paws. I wasn't going to last long, but I wanted Papa's cum. "Papa, can you stand?" I asked, and Sami and Papa both looked at me. I led them to the mirror by the closet, and Sami stood behind his father as I got on my knees. Papa bent over slightly, legs very spread, and Sami began fucking him again, holding on to his shoulders. The two of them were locked into each other's eyes as Sami fucked his father, slow and fast, tenderly and roughly. I clamped my mouth on the fat 8" dick, sliding it right in now to the hilt, penetrating my throat as I jacked off on the floor. My head was bobbing on his cock as I felt his belly then he arched his back as Sami pulled his head back. I looked up and saw that the two of them had twisted to kiss as Sami fucked his Papa, long dick reaching easily even in the strange position. Papa began shuddering, and the moment he reached to touch his nipples, I heard him mutter "Sami Papa cum". And he did. A huge blast of sticky cum hit the inside of my mouth and I swallowed quickly even though it was almost too much. He started whining and yelling, as did Sami, who smacked hard against his Dad's hairy ass. More cum shot out of that thick hose, and I pushed quickly to get it in my throat because I couldn't swallow. It was unnerving because Papa was now throbbing and pumping cum directly into the top of my throat instead of deep in, right at the opening, so the rim of his cockhead was getting incredible stimulation as I swallowed and shook my head hard. He was practically barking out incoherent noises as Sami squeezed and kissed him, practically crushing him in his new muscular grasp, when I felt the cum subside somewhat. Sami continued fucking, not quite so hard, and as I got up, he slid out of his Papa. Papa turned quickly and the two of them were in a passionate kiss, cuddling and holding in a way that was father and son, lover and beloved, and friends, quite beautiful. The stood for minutes in the kiss, as I quietly cleaned up a little around the room, and glad I had a room with two queen beds, I toppled them into a bed, where the looked at me grinning like fools. We were all tipsy from the champagne, the evening, and I leaned over and whispered "Happy Nowruz!" as they snuggled closer together. The following morning, I heard squeaking. I looked over, and there was Papa, jacking off his magnificent prick. He was whispering "Sami, Sami, Papa want fuck." And I watched as Sami played out that morning, the scene from years and years ago, his father fucking him as Sami's long cock hit his own mouth. I walked over, and Sami opened up. I jacked Sami into his mouth as he closed the lips around the huge head, and began jacking myself off. It didn't' take long until his father began a huge cascade of slams. "Oh, Sami, SAMI!" Papa said, and he paused, Papa's fat cock in his son's ass pumping him with sperm. Sami whined suddenly and then jetted hot ropes of cum into his mouth, which I added to from my own cock. We collaped on the bed, but I had to get going! "Morning boys." I said, and opened the curtains for the sun. —— 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.