Date: Fri, 09 Oct 2015 00:00:34 -0000 From: Joe Francis Subject: CityView DC, Shooter 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 —— *Shooter* I have to say, in all my years of being out and about, I never had a stalker until I worked in DC on and off over a year. I felt honored, in a way. I was at the "Green Hornet" bare chest night (Thursday) with some buddies, when a man walked up to me. Skinny, slightly awkward, lightly furry, he kind of gawked at me and interrupted the conversation to put his hand on my wrist and ask me if he could photograph me. I was very flattered! I told him I would love to, but I didn't have budget to pay for a photographer. "Oh no," he assured me, "I want you for my portfolio." His name was Freddy, and the way his eyes moved, I knew he was completely gaga over my body. I told him I'd love to see his work, I was happy to pose for Amateurs, and he wrote down his contact information and a website for me to look at. Well, it looks like was very amateur, specializing in 50's and 60's style muscle photographs, and with my body (Not leaned out too much, or veiny) I would be perfect. I left a message with him that next trip to DC we could arrange something, and didn't hear back. I was out at "Town", a bear party on Fridays in DC, and there was Fred. He hovered around me and asked me again, and I told him I had sent him a note. He was surprised, and he would look at it. After another cycle or two of meeting (what I call stalking (grin)) we did arrange to meet up. I've been photographed a lot, and studied commercial and art photography at ArtCenter in Pasadena, so I was very comfortable around photographic equipment, lighting, and so forth. Freddy wasn't. He came in, long hair slightly disheveled, beard, camera, collection of lights and cloth backdrop stuff, but just not too organized. He kind of set up everything, and I realized that the lighting was the wrong type (he wasn't using Tungsten or strobe), he didn't have adequate fill light or reflectors, so I kind of dove in and helped set up a little bit. Then stripped. Fred became more sloppy if that's possible, a nervous wreck, and he had a bottle of Mineral Oil to get me shiny (now we're dealing with shiny burn spots on photos, I thought). He handed it to me, and I grinned and handed it back. "You." I said. Fred looked at me like I was a ghost, and then I found a washcloth in the bathroom which he used to wipe me down so his hands wouldn't get greasy. He was shaking, so I jacked off in front of him to get him really jittery, stroking my long cock slowly, talking to him. I touched the tip, a long thread of precum dripping out and put it in my mouth, watching what he would do, and he gasped, and just froze. I continued to jack off a little to keep my hardon, but I didn't want a big pulsing erection in photos (you'll almost never see that). It was incredibly hot with the lights in the hotel room, which was good – you don't want me to look shivery – and I told Fred he had to strip too. He did what he was told. Fred had a nice body, as I had seen before, skinny, his hair a bit too long, his beard a bit shaggy, kind of 70's hippy. He stopped at his underwear, and I told him that wasn't acceptable. He slowly started pulling it down, and he revealed a nice untrimmed bush with a very shy cock nestling in the middle of it. He said "I'm hung Joe, but you're making me incredibly nervous!" And I assured him cock size wasn't an issue with me. I continued to tease him, stroking myself and telling him a particularly filthy story, and then I thought OK. I got a beer out of the hotel refrigerator, and gave it to him, insisting he drink a bit. He did, and I took the other beer, and we relaxed and talked a bit, and I thought this was backwards. It was usually the photographer who made the model relaxed. Finally we got to photography, and I did a few mandatory bodybuilding poses for him while he snapped away, and then we looked at the result. Of course, I looked incredibly red in the lights he used, but he assured me that he would transfer to black and white, and then Photoshop for some specific effects he wanted. Hmm. The highlights on my skin also were too exposed, and on and on. I adjusted the lighting slightly, continuing to jack off, and the next round of results was better. While we were looking I stroked his cock, which made him jump about a foot. I grinned at him, telling him what I would do while we were going to be taking photographs next, and I thought he was going to faint, he turned so white. He continued to try to pose me in static "Athletic Model Guild" (AMG) photographs, while I continued to tease him. Eventually he got a huge throbbing erection, and was practically sitting on top of me taking photos, hands shaking still, but as he got incredibly excited so did I. I love replaying Antonioni's "Blow-Up", but in reverse if you can imagine. I asked him to put his camera down at a certain point, and sat on his thighs, 250lbs holding him down as I began massaging his beautiful hardon with my greasy hands. I was very greasy – I hate mineral oil. I then stroked his cock all over my body as he squirmed and gasped, and I watched very closely to make sure he didn't immediately cum. I wanted him to really ache for it. "Am I too heavy?" I asked, knowing full well I was, on his legs, and he struggled lightly to pull away. I put both hands together ands started rubbing them with his cock in-between, causing gasps from the very intense stimulation on his uncut glans, which I exposed, peeling back his foreskin. "Tha-That's too much..." He begged, shaking his head for me to stop. Try again. I continued and he tried to grab my arms, but I was too greasy! I continued on for a moment, then took a hold of his balls, gently, then got up, squeezing them. His cock was dripping precum now, and as he stood, I kneeled and began lightly licking his cockhead, flicking my tongue around and around as I pulled and massaged his balls, just a little bit too hard. I was rewarded after a moment by a slight gob of precum, salty-sweet and perfect. He reached down to my shoulders, hands sliding all over the place, unable to get a grip, and just simply sliding the palms of his hands all over my huge bloated muscles. His cock got suddenly very hard, and I let everything go, backing off slightly, leaving him there, cock bobbing and throbbing. I lay down on the ground, and arms around his calves, spread his legs suddenly, and told him to squat down. He did so, and I reached up and pulled his balls down, forcing him to sit his asshole directly on my mouth, as I began to rim and suck his hairy little hole. I encircled his cock and balls with my right thumb and forefinger, squeezing his cock rhymically forcing more and more blood into the already over-wrought organ. His asshole was very responsive, and with each lick he relaxed, then tightened, and I slowly was able to suck the lips into my mouth where I could swirl my tongue around and around, getting more gasps from him. "Get the camera." I ordered, "Take pictures of my cock." He reluctantly did so with his greasy hands, but I wanted to see my cock up close dripping precum on my belly. Not in my portfolio yet. I continued sucking his ass while and squeezing his cock and balls, then I pulled his cock down, aiming it into my mouth. I suppose, well, it may have been a tiny bit painful to have pulled that hard, but he was shaking so hard I wasn't sure if he was hurting or just excited, or both hopefully. I lightly licked the head again, running my tongue around under the foreskin, then my finger, lightly running my fingernail just under the corona – he tried to jump up of course, the sensation is like having a live electric wire spark on your cockhead, but you can't jump up when someone has your balls gripped. He barked out "fuck!" as I continued to overstimulate his cock, then putting both balls in my mouth gently, sucking on them, I wrapped my hands around his beautiful cockshaft and stroked from the base, squeezing from the bottom to the tip, hand over hand, pulling the sensitive foreskin back forward. The sensation must have been wonderful, he relaxed again, sighing and groaning, and I felt his balls pull slightly in my mouth. I stopped everything again, letting his fat balls drop out of my mouth, and sliding forward, I pushed him standing up and stood by him. "You ok Freddy?" I asked, "I think you like it a little bit, well, rough don't you." I tugged on his balls for emphasis, and a look of pure fright and ecstasy played over his bearded face..."How did you... did I tell you?" He asked, and I lightly pinched the nipples on his chest, and kissed him. He was a wonderful kisser, mouth-open, melting in my greasy arms, and hungry as hell for sex. He looked very "non-scene", and I imagined that it was like hell for him to meet guys and pick up hot muscle guys. He, however, had an interesting roll of the dice with me, since I look like a fantasy, but love unusual men, and am very good with all sorts of role play, and complex situations. I wormed one hand over his very hard ass, sliding my middle finger around and around the opening to his ass, kissing him deeper and deeper as I began masturbating him again. He began breathing harder and harder, holding onto my biceps now, sliding off, and I abruptly stopped again, stepping back as he looked at me in wonder. I took his camera, and changed a lens into it from his bag, and set the lens to automatic exposure at f1.4 – nice lens! I told him to lie on the floor, and squatted down and ordered him to rim my ass, which he did, tentatively, until I told him to rim it like he was kissing me. Much better – more tongue deep in my shitter, rolling around, sucking on the lips while I leaned up to his cock, taking magnificent shallow-focus images of it nestled, dripping precum in his sweat-sprinkled pubic hair. I continued to squat and relax my ass as I traveled over his body like a series of landscape panoramas in the strange lighting setup, and then abruptly pulled his legs back exposing his hairy asshole for even more photographic treatment. Handing him the camera, I stood up and moved around, holding his ass up, and began rimming his beautiful hole again as he struggled to try to take some pictures of it. "Don't worry," I began, "let's finish one thing at a time." I stood up and pulled his ass up with me, resting him on his shoulders, then pressing my cock down, pushed it into his hole. He struggled for a moment, yelling some words I didn't pay attention to, and I felt him tense up as my cock slid in. I played with just the anal canal with my cockshaft and cockhead for a minute, feeling him gradually relax as he protested, then the moment he groaned, I slid all the rest of my shaft into him, to the root. I took his camera and took some nice action pix of that fucking for him, then putting the camera down, began to thrust and fuck his hole thoroughly, holding onto his cock and gently stroking his shaft and balls as I fucked him relentlessly. He didn't relax enough, so I let him down, and taking a bottle of fresh poppers out of my kit, opened and ordered him to sniff. I handed him his camera again, and took a few hits myself. My eyes must have been so bright and shiny, cheeks rosy; he took some face pix of me and groaned as I thrust fingers into his ass checking if he was looser. I fed him some more poppers, then stood back up, pulling his ass up, and began fucking him again standing, and Freddy was beside himself with sensation – really loving it as I fucked him, stroked and pulled on his balls, and cockshaft, but! He almost came again! I let him go, let him down and he groaned with this never-ending fuck, suck, and jack tease I was doing to him. I told him to get on his hands and knees, and then backing my ass to his, me on hands and knees, I reared up slightly and pushed my cock down again and entered his ass. I had to take a few pix of that, and began fucking him facing away, which really jams your cock into a prostate. "You like that Freddy?" I asked, listening to him moan. Halting this after a few minutes, I moved back around, flipping him on his back (he did land a slight bit too hard), and then squatting over his cock, and shoving it up my ass. He was thick, I had to admit, and was right about being hung. You know those skinny big-boned guys, big cocks! I put my hands on my knees for balance and started bobbing up and down on his cock, kneading and sucking at it with my asshole watching his astonished face. I handed him the camera and he took some great action shots of cock flopping around, his shaft up in my asshole, the look on my face... I felt him get hard and gasp suddenly, so I squeezed incredibly hard, stopping all motion as he watched me. "You're not real," he gasped as I felt his cock soften slightly from the almost numbing intense pressure at the base. I began bobbing again, enjoying feeling fucking myself on his hot meat, then leaned over to support myself on his chest, getting a better angle to jam his cock against my prostate, pinching his very sensitive nipples. Each time I could sense he was cumming, I would squeeze his cock incredibly hard with my ass, halting his cum, taking poppers every few minutes myself to enjoy the sex. "Like the big man Freddy?" I began, "The big school bully? Fucking the big bully pushing you around Freddy?" I asked, as his mouth opened in an "O" the sensation of everything getting to him. "Big fucking bully, stud football player, wrestler Freddy. Punched you around didn't they." I had to squeeze a few times, poor Freddy, as I fed him a bully fuck rap, "Pushed you down and fucked themselves on your big fuck mancock didn't they. Skinny Freddy." I stood up abruptly, not wanting to cum myself, handing Freddy the camera as I posed and jacked off lasciviously in front of him. I hoped he adjusted the f-stop! I reached down continuing to rap with Freddy, picking him up cradled in my arms "Wish the football captain took care of you didn't you. Coach." And I stood Freddy up, and then crouching in front of him pushed him hard against the wall. "The bully's a fucking faggot cocksucker Freddy, did you know that?" and I licked his cock, grinning. I must have been shining, sweaty, dripping with all the mineral oil, and began sucking Freddy's cock. I did my best; it was a delicious cock – sucking the head hard, all around the rim as he whimpered and shuddered, then suddenly thrusting it down my throat until it hit my larynx. I swallowed and pulled it out slowly, keeping my hand around his fat balls, pulling them down as he tried to cum, continuing to suck and stop over and over rapping to him about the cocksucker bully that always wanted him. Standing up, I squeezed my biceps for him, veins popping as he gasped, and told him to take that picture, which he did. I put my arm around his neck, squeezing him, pulling him toward my lips and kissed and jacked him squeezing him hard against my bearded face. It was wonderful, he was incredibly excited and moaning, writhing in my hands, and I whispered to him "Freddy, you know Uncle Joe beat up the bullies didn't you. Cocksucking bully bullies the bullies." Pulling his cock hard down, "Cocksucker is the biggest bully of all." And dropped to my knees bouncing my head on his cock. We must have been at it an hour now, Freddy having been mauled from head to toe by me and I felt he was going to beg for more. "Freddy, your balls sore? You got blue balls?" I asked, and he nodded, mouth open, breathless, and I tapped them a tiny bit too hard with the back of my middle finger. "You know what you do for that don't you? Tell me." Freddy's skinny voice came out, "Jack off?" "NO." I said, "You have to feed the bully. You understand that?" Freddy nodded, grinning, "Feed the cocksucking faggot bully!" I yelled at him, grinning too, and dropping to my knees again, put a hand on his chest, shoving him back against the wall. I glanced to my right, and there was a handy closet mirror. "Freddy, look at that mirror. What do you see?" He looked as I sucked away, bobbing my head, saliva and spittle flying everywhere as I gorged myself on his blood-inflated cock, almost purple with all the stimulation and lack of cumming. "I see a cocksucker." "Cocksucking faggot bully!" I laughed, "That's the biggest bully of them all." I stood up for a final time, letting Freddy's cock really get painful from lack of cumming, "Freddy, I like you. You go with the flow don't you." Freddy grinned, nodding, and I kissed him quickly, intensely, and it was a final agreement. I took a huge hit of poppers, and putting a hand on his forehead, shoved them up each nostril and insisted he inhale deeply. I got on my knees again, dizzy, and slurped his long cock right back in my throat, one hand around the shaft, one hand pulling his balls, sucking crazily, long bobbing strokes. Freddy put hands on my head, ever so gently, and I heard his thin piping voice "Cocksucker." I sucked harder, twisting my mouth around his uncut head, back down to the base, harder and harder, inhaling and slurping. I couldn't get enough, making wild sucking sounds as Freddy burst out "Suck it Cocksucker" pushing harder on my head, his legs starting to tremble. I felt his balls pull up and I let them go, tickling the slightly, then sliding between his legs, inserted my middle finger in his quaking asshole. "SUUUCK" Freddy screamed suddenly, and he pushed down on my head hard, sobbing suddenly "Cocksucker Suck Suck Suck, ohhhh!" and with that I felt his nut get rock hard as I jammed fingers against it, and a harsh stream of bitter cum burst out of his cock, painfully jetting against my soft palate. "Enuyaaaa" Freddy wailed, hips shivering along with his legs as another hot jet of cum burst into my mouth, my tongue rolling it around for flavor as it channeled it to my throat, and another jet and another as Freddy's grip on my head became like steel as he jerked and sobbed even harder, screaming "Cocksuckaaaaaaah!" as even more cum jetting to my mouth. I couldn't handle it all, and backed off for a moment to catch my breath, and gob after gob of cum painted my face as I quickly got my mouth back on his beautiful cock, "No No NO! Suck!" He bellowed, his body wracked with sobs and gasps as more and more cum burst out, and I slowly eased my hand out of his ass, and then wrapped my arms around his legs. Fuck! Did this guy ever stop cumming? I didn't know, but there must have been at least 15 spurts come from his cock! The final spurts of cum eventually washed down my throat as I tongued his very sensitive cock. I hugged his hips tightly, cock in my mouth, no tease, no swallowing, no painful sensation, then letting his cock drop out, I rose, my greasy arms now gliding up his body, face in his groin, his belly his chest, then standing by him, supporting him, I squeezed and kissed him the way a lover should. Freddy was trembling, and I pushed his head to my shoulder, bowing slightly, and with an arm under his ass, carried him to my bed, and gently put him down, kissing his nose, his eyelids, his lips as he slowly caught his breath. I took his camera quickly and snapped this look, crazy fun restful satisfaction, and then crawled in bed with him. He was so light, like a feather! I pulled him up on me, so he lay on his side on my chest and hips, his mass of hair against my neck, and felt his breathing slow, slow, slow until he fell asleep for a moment. This all sounds wonderful of course but after 10 or 15 minutes, I was stinking hot and he felt too heavy so I eased him off me when he suddenly woke up. "You ok Freddy?" I asked gently, giving him a peck on his lips. "You came a lot!" He looked at me and said "I came twice one right after the other. I've never done that! But..." He looked odd, "It, it was like you were inside me. You could read my mind. I've never..." He trailed off as I put a finger on his mouth. "But you haven't cum!" he burst out, "Uh, " I reached down and kissing him, felt his rock hard cock again. "You just don't stop do you!" I said, and slowly pulled his legs up towards his chest, scooting down the bed until I was rimming his wet hole again. He was about as greasy as I was with the mineral oil now, and I dropped a leg, which bonked me on the head and we both laughed. I got on my knees and slid closer, lifting his ass and then slowly, perfectly slid my cock into his hairy asshole. I held onto his ankles now, "that OK?" I asked, as he began jacking himself, staring at me like he had never seen me before. I got a nice slow fuck rhythm, rotating my hips slightly so my cock would move up and down inside his rectum and colon, stimulating everything the right way (hopefully). "You, you touch everything in me..." he said as I continued fucking slowly, enjoying the wide-open relaxed ass stroking my shaft. I pulled almost all the way out, feeling his ass clamp shut at the tip of my cockhead, and then listening to him groan as I shoved back in stretching it open. Over and over, building up the cum pressure in my own body as he jacked off his beautiful uncut cock, until I felt his asshole tighten. "I'm not ready," I said, "Can you hold off?" I grinned and slapped at his hands, and he let his cock go, and I watched it dribble precum, a bit cloudy though, and he was breathing rapidly. "You are cumming aren't you!" I asked and he gritted his teeth and gurgled out a yes, so I immediately began jackhammer fucking until I was ready watching premature jets of cum dribble from his cock as he tossed his head back and forth, "Oh, I'm exploding inside!" he said, groaning as more cum dribbled from his cock in an interrupted, slow slow orgasm. "Here it comes, I'm going to fill your ass fucker!" I bellowed, slamming into his ass with ball-bruising force and it felt like I was turning inside out as I finally began blasting hot ropy sperm deep inside Freddy. He grabbed his cock, already 10 shots of cum having dribbled out, and then began jacking off when almost a seizure took hold of him, bucking hips and whimpering as a half-dozen jets of cum shot out in an arc all over his bearded face. I kept fucking hard, getting every bit of cum out of my system into his, watching him in an erotic fuck delirium, and as I pulled out, he looked at me, eyes wide open, staring. "It happened, again. I came twice, when I interrupted. It just, it was like two explosions." He said. And, furthermore, his cock was still rock hard. "Freddy, when you interrupt just as you begin shooting, so you don't squirt but you have an orgasm, it does something – I'm not sure what you call it, but your trigger jams." I rolled off him and stood by the bed, and taking his hard cock in my hand, began jacking him off as he begged me to stop. I fed him some poppers at this point, holding him down as I milked his shaft, and not five minutes later he screamed "I don't believe it!" and bucking in my arms, he shot another thick milky strands out straight into my sucking mouth. I wanted him to fully relax, so I continued to suck after the cum stopped flowing, and the orgasm finished, until he began to soften, whimpering and begging me the entire time to let his cock go, which I finally did. He finally got soft, and we cuddled and kissed, and I told him I thought the session was over, as we both laughed. We took a shower together, and as he broke the equipment down I dressed and we went off to dinner. About a week later, Freddy sent me to a 'processed' version of the photographs, and I have to say, they were wonderful. And I have to tell you, I don't show action pix, so they are forever private. Whew! [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.