Date: Fri, 07 Aug 2015 00:00:19 -0000
From: Joe Francis <texbearjoe@gmail.com>
Subject: CityView DC, STOP

City View: Washington DC Vol 1
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*STOP*

I was driving down Connecticut Avenue in DC one afternoon, having an
afternoon free (meetings over early – a miracle), and in jeans and a tee
wanted to go to Georgetown to do some shopping. I'm minding my own business
– isn't that the usual phrase – when I saw a flashing red light behind me
and I got pulled over by a motorcycle cop. I was completely mystified at
what I had done but there's never any need to challenge a traffic cop – a
hard job – so began to get out of my car – bad move! The copy took one look
at my muscles and told me to stand still, and get back in the car, which I
did. Cops are always so anonymous – the glasses, like an elaborate glass
blindfold, the helmet and uniform, and he approached the car, and I handed
him my Texas license and rental agreement.



I could tell he was staring at me, and a moment later he asked me to get
out of the car. I thought "why" but who cares. I did so, and stood by the
car, back on the door for a moment while he ran my license through
whatever. I got it back a moment later, and he took off his helmet. With
his boots it seemed like he was incredibly tall, and he was a giant
redhead, very handsome, big bushy moustache and some facial hair, and I
sensed that while he was quiet, he was very interested. I got a citation
for having a defective brake light – and he agreed it was an issue with
AVIS – but he asked me to fill out a form, and I had to give him my current
address at the Hilton.  I sped off a moment later, and didn't think about
it until that evening when I had come back from the gym. Not 15 minutes
after I was back, I got a call from the front desk that the police were
there to see me. OK.



I went down, and there was Mr. Motorcycle cop. Seems I had to fill out some
additional paperwork. I could see where this was going. I told him my
business card was in my room etc. and he followed me up the elevator. We
walked into my room, and I shuffled around with my briefcase when he came
up behind me, and put his arm around my waist and said "Daddy Joe". I
turned around and he took hold of my wrists, and I grinned, and asked, "am
I going to get pinned down?" and he looked at me sternly but had a hard
time not smiling. "I've been a big fan of yours for a long time Daddy." He
said, "My name is Mark." He let my hands go, and I leaned my face close to
his and told him he was a very bad boy – false pretenses to enter my room.
I put my hand behind his head as I drew closer to his ear, talking to him,
finally scratching his ear with my beard and moustache. I could feel Mark's
skin crawl. "Take off the uniform, and relax."



In a moment Mark was shedding his gun, the baggy pants and boots,
bulletproof vest, and finally he was down to some baggy shorts and a
tanktop. What a woof – about 6'3", beautifully furry, and had a nice
masculine body – and a real beauty of a redhead. He was also married: I
noticed a ring. "Husband?" I asked, and he paled for a second. "Well..."
"Wife?" I asked. He nodded. "Mmm, hot bi biker cop – you're quite a
fantasy." He grabbed me and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me. It was
a kiss of amazing urgency, and I heard him whisper over and over "Daddy
Joe". I wrapped my arms around and squeezed him, letting him suck my
tongue, and I sucked my mouth a little bit to get more saliva, which he
licked and sucked off my tongue hungrily. My god he was hot. "I, uh, have
been jacking off to your pix on bigmusclebears Daddy Joe. I'm not really
gay, but..." I hushed him.



"Tell it to someone who cares! I take you on your own terms, just an
evening with hard cock and a bearded kiss." And I kissed him back to
illustrate, pulling him into the bedroom. I stripped off his underwear. He
had a nice man's cock, almost buried in his red fur, and a beautiful hard
furry pale ass, which I noticed in the mirror as I dragged him to the bed.
He really grappled with me, as though wrestling until I got him to calm
down a bit. I got Mark's shirt off to reveal a masculine, very deeply
muscled torso – it was clear he was into muscle the same degree as I was,
and major juicer. He was a real kisser and cuddler, almost wrapping himself
around me, and begging me to squeeze him harder and harder – who am I to
say no to a furry ginger bi cop. I slowly got my hand wet and started
stroking him, and his hard cock was very responsive – he gasped as I
squeezed and stroked the head, pulling the skin taught as I slid to the
base of his meat.



I realized he was ready to pop instantly, so gave him a rest, while
cradling his head against my huge pecs, and biceps. "Daddy, hold me..." He
begged, and I continued jacking him off while kissing him now as he
squirmed in my arms. I slid down his body and started sucking and playing
with his bright pink nipples, like little lights against his pale white
slightly freckled skin. He was slowly going crazy in my arms, so I thought
I'd take it up a notch. I slid out of bed, and then spun him around so his
legs were facing me. I pushed them back towards his chest, exposing that
furry pink hole, and gave it a big wet lick. I heard him cry out as he
vibrated from the sensation slightly, so I continued to lick and play with
his asshole, eventually pulling the cheeks slightly apart as I clamped my
mouth on the hole, and then combined deep suction with tongue rolling
around and around his anal rim.



I began jacking him off again, and but he suddenly painfully grabbed my
wrists with what seemed like a grip of steel. I thought, "So, you want that
kind of game." I then just raised my head and began sucking his balls,
polishing them slowly, and enjoying my face in his bright red bush. I found
my way back down to his asshole again, and resumed nuzzling that bright
pink hole. Mark let my hands go and pulled his asshole even more open, so I
took over more forcefully. I simply pulled away from him, and stood by the
bed, and he looked at me, mouth open. "Who's your Daddy?" I asked, looking
impassively. He groaned, his hardon sticking straight out. "Daddy, please..."
he asked, looking on. "I want to hear it." I said, and he looked at me.
"You're my Daddy." He whispered. "Do you love Daddy?" "Yes." "Get on the
floor in front of Daddy. Kiss Daddy's feet. Kiss his legs. Clean Daddy's
cock. Show Daddy how you love him."



Mark groveled in front of me, kissing my feet, stroking my huge calves, and
then clearly uncomfortable, looked at my cock. "Show Daddy!" I insisted,
and he opened his mouth, my cock going in. I took the back of his head with
one hand, and shoved him into my crotch, my cock grinding all the way to
the back of his throat and down in one go. Mark instantly gagged, and tried
to cough, but he was in a somewhat vulnerable position. He retched and
tried to pull away, but I bent over, crossed my arms behind his head and
held him. He was really struggling, then I let him go, my cock and balls,
and legs a little bit wet from his saliva as he retched and coughed. "Clean
Daddy." Mark was shaking, but licked all the spit from my legs and balls,
and carefully around my cock, savoring the moment, and shaking slightly. I
cooed at him, and held his face again, and told him what was going to
happen.



I thought he was going to burst into tears, as I shoved my cock down his
throat again, and as it went in deep, Mark retched and spasmed his whole
body, farting, coughing, and even pissing on the floor if I heard right,
but this time, he didn't try to pull back, he just gave in to my
controlling him. Immediately after I let him go, he licked my thighs and
crotch clean again, coughing and sniffling. We repeated this a few more
times, until Mark was exhausted, and I then leaned over, kissed him on the
forehead, and pushed his chest back as he fell on my right hand. I slid my
left under his knees, and to his surprise, lifted him right up. Even at his
immense height and size, I cuddled him against my chest, kissing his wet
face, his wet eyes, and held him closer as I licked his bright pink
nipples, nibbling them. He moaned, throwing his arms around me as I talked
a deeper more intimate Daddy boy rap with him, and placed him on the bed,
sliding him over slightly.



I took his wrists, and rotated them down to his side, climbing on top of
him, my 250lbs now entirely squeezing him into the bed. Then to sweeten the
pot, I grabbed handfuls of the bed, and squashed him even further into the
bed as I pulled myself towards the bed on him. He was groaning and kissing
me like a madman, his cock a small hard weapon jamming up against me. I let
the bed go, whispering things to him about Daddy being proud of him, taking
him to the ballgame, showing him to Dad's friends, how big and hairy he
grew up. I reached around again for his cock, getting the whole length in
my hand when he grabbed my hand again. I let his cock go, then sidled up
until I was sitting on his chest. "Don't tell Daddy what he can do Son." I
smiled at him, then moved forward until his head was between my quads. I
leaned over, and pushed my cock into his mouth, and he struggled slightly,
then I shoved the full length back in his throat again.



This time, instead of my arms wrapped around his head, I squeezed him with
my quads as I began fucking his face against the bed, and I simply crossed
my ankles behind his head. He thrashed slightly as I grabbed his wrists,
then he was trapped – cock in his gagging throat, fucking him, head trapped
between my quads and ankles, and as I leaned over, his nose became buried
against my hard belly until I was literally wrapped entirely around his
face, fucking him brutally. I told him never to grab Daddy's wrists again,
did he understand? I continued fucking him while he retched, but the spasms
stopped as I suddenly felt him actively sucking against my cock, weakly. I
backed off letting him gasp for breath, then began forcefully fucking his
throat again. He finally acknowledged I was in control, relaxing his hands,
wide-open mouth taking the fucking without gagging, and I slowly then
backed off, releasing his head from my ankle lock.



I got off of him, leaving him on the bed breathing heavily, trying to catch
his breath, then I grabbed his cock with my hand again, enveloping it. "But
Daddy..." Mark whispered, "My cock is so small. Please..." "Daddy thinks you
have a beautiful cock. It's just perfect Mark." And at that, Mark instantly
began to shoot gobs of cum. He really had nice big balls buried in the fur,
and they certainly had a load built up after the half hour of oral abuse. I
calmly leaned over and put his cock in my mouth and slurped up the
amazingly sweet-flavored cum, rolling my tongue around the rim of his cut
cockhead, and Mark began thrashing again, since he had stopped shooting a
moment prior. His pubes were soaked with cum, and he began begging me to
stop. I let his cock go, and crawled back in bed with him, cuddling his
head in my arms and kissing him, telling him how much I loved sucking his
beautiful cock.



He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my belly, and we
sat there for a moment, as I made up an incredibly raunchy and disturbing
domination story about a Doctor 'friend' to see if I could turn him on. I
told him that back in Texas I had a Doctor who was a Daddy who had fallen
in love with me. Seems the problem was that the more he loved me, the more
he wanted me to be a bad Daddy. Mark whimpered slightly. I told him that
the Doctor prescribed Daddy lots of testosterone, and it made me big a long
time ago. But the Doctor wanted me to punish him  more and more, so I did.
One day I came to the Doctor's house, and accidentally met his two boys,
who were 14 and 15. We were talking away when Doc came home, and he was in
shock seeing me with his boys. He could barely talk. I was talking to the
boys about muscles and how big I was, and I posed, showing the boys my huge
pecs and biceps, and took my shirt off in front of the Doc, who watched me
posing for his boys.



The Doctor was speechless. I could tell he was enormously turned on
watching me pose for his sons, but he was in absolute agony knowing that
was the nasty fucker who plowed him as often as possible, very hard, tying
him up and being bad to him. (Mark was now almost rigid in my arms, barely
breathing.) I took my pants off in front of the boys, and encouraged them
to do so as we all began posing for each other. The boys were really
surprised at how big I was, but I told them they could be as big as they
wanted to be too. Really! They were excited. I coolly looked at the Doctor,
and told him to bring a vial of juice and some 25 gague needles. I saw the
dead white expression on his face. He was melting. But he did exactly as I
asked, because he knew he had to, he had become a complete zombie. That
afternoon the Doctor gave his sons exactly the same medicine that I had
been getting, and it had wonderful effects.



Soon after, I took the Doctor's boys to my gym and began working them out.
The Doctor was horrified that I would try something with his sons – they
were both straight, girlfriends, very friendly. I wasn't going to do
anything the Doctor wouldn't do, I told him. But it was sweet that he was
worried, and I realized that in so many ways I had him under my complete
control, which felt strange. After a few months of fucking their Dad and
making sure they were juiced we were really like one big happy muscle
family. The oldest boy stopped shaving for a while. You have to imagine a
fifteen year old, about 5'9", furry front and back. Lean big muscle, deeply
cut abs, hairy shoulders and from what I could see, very hairy fur on his
ass that poked out of his underwear. But the magic was the younger son. He
was already quite tall before his father juiced him, a pale redhead with
freckles. The juice, at that age, did a number that was every boy's dream.



He got huge, broad thick shoulders, big fuckable ass, and thick red fur all
over his body, legs, stomach, chest, back, and shoulders. At 14. (Mark was
breathing hard.) One day, I said, I was fucking their father in the
bedroom. I hadn't tied him up or anything, but was having a deep brutal
fuck and ass play that left him breathless. That's when it happened. I said
nothing more. Mark asked "What Daddy?" looking at me. I looked at him and
told him that the younger son had come home from school. I had been fucking
his Doctor Daddy for sometime when we both realized that he was watching
us, he actually had been holding his breath, and he squeaked slightly
standing outside the doorway to the bedroom, but in full view. I took hold
of Mark's rockhard cock and squeezed it. Mark began hyperventilating, and I
squeezed him harder, but didn't jack him off. "What do you think happened
next Mark?" I asked.



I continued, "You know, you're just as furry as that boy was. And you take
the same juice. Do you remember ever seeing your Dad have sex?" I began
pinching Mark's nipples and jacking him off, and Mark began talking
rapidly, about seeing huge musclemen at the gym when he was young, how he
wished that one of them was his Dad. They were always nice to him, his
friend, but his Dad was an asshole. How he wished that it was his Dad that
I was fucking, he deserved it. The bastard. "That's right Mark. I fucked
your Dad that day. Hard. He needed fuck punishment the same way you needed
throat punishment. Am I right?" Mark nodded and then began erupting cum
again, in fountains all over my hand as he gasped and squeezed me. Fuck, he
was strong, I thought he'd crack a rib! He kept cumming and cumming, and I
kissed his balding head, and he kept shaking in my arms.



"Mark," I began, "Do you want to know what happened next?" I heard Mark
whimper slightly, and he nodded just a fraction of an inch. I told him, the
Doctor wanted me to stop fucking him. But I told him, that I wasn't
finished. Not at all. I pretended not to notice his son out in the hall
watching his father "raped" by his muscle Dad friend from the gym. I kept
fucking his father, then stopped. I told the Doctor to stay on the bed,
where he was holding his asshole wide open. I got my gym bag, and took out
a huge double-headed dildo, which I used when the Doctor was very bad. The
Doctor whimpered "no" but after I greased it up, I shoved one head of it in
his ass and drove it about a foot deep. His poor furry son outside the door
must have fainted, it was so quiet, and the room was filled with the
squishing sounds of that huge dildo in my hairy Doc's furry ass.



I told the Doctor to get ready, and then looped the dildo and pushed the
second head in his asshole. I pretended not to look, but I saw out of the
corner of my eye his boy shaking with the spasms of an orgasm – he was,
after all, only 14, but with the body of a large full adult. He disappeared
as I finished my anal assault on his father, who finally covered his big
furry belly with cum. I told him to stay there, as I jacked off and added
to the pool, and went to the bathroom, cleaning myself up. The Doctor was
still on the bed, a complete wreck, but you know, and I know, he loved it.
Mark was kissing my belly as I continued the story, my hand stroking all
the fur on his beautiful big body. The next day I was at the gym, I
continued, the younger son looked at me with the biggest eyes. Our workout
was amazing, he was very strict at doing what I said, unlike his brother.



I squeezed his forearm and told him he had done a wonderful job (I squeezed
Mark's arm at this point), and he stuttered a 'thanks Uncle Joe' out, as
his brother looked at him bug-eyed. They were both the noisiest guys at the
gym, and his brother just turned into a pussycat in front of him. I kissed
Mark on the head as I continued the story. We all washed up, and the young
man watched me carefully as we all showered in a big open room. I took them
home, and told them to "eat clean!" and as I drove away the younger was
looking at me with a look I knew well: hunger. This odd behavior continued,
and then finally the day of reckoning arrived – imagine what comes next!
Mark squeezed me again, whispering a "no", and I noticed that AGAIN he was
hard. I was really hitting a nerve with this on-the-spot story. I told Mark
it was time to sit on Daddy's dick. "What?" He asked, looking surprised. I
slid away from him, and taking some lube from my nightstand, started
massaging his hole.



He groaned, looking a bit unnerved, and I pulled his legs around, and back,
so I could play with his hole directly. "Do you want to hear about the
red-haired son?" I asked, sliding a finger in his asshole, massaging his
prostate firmly. Mark's cock was still rock hard, and pressing hard on his
nut, precum dripped out as he whimpered. I ground another finger in his
hole, stretching it, and Mark became breathless as I began ramming my
fingers hard in and out of his tiny pink hole. I simply moved him around
again on the bed, and lying back, I told him to sit on my cock. Mark was
incredibly white now, and I helped him put his legs on either side of my
hips. He squatted down, sliding my cock under his furry balls, but I said,
"No, all the way son." He reluctantly reached around, saying "Daddy, please... no."
but I put my fingers to my lips, and nodded at him, cooing and praising
him.



He took a hold of my cock, "Daddy, it's too big" he whispered, but
nevertheless slowly slid the head in his hot asshole. It was so tight I
thought he was going to skin my cock. But the big butch motorcycle cop in
him took over, and he grimace and slid the cock in his ass in one go. Fuck!
It was hot, and tight, and he turned even whiter if that was possible. I
pinched his nipples as he sat motionless, trying to accommodate my cock,
which even with all lube on it, was a bit much to take. I spoke to him
about my weekly fuck with the Doctor Dad, whispering almost so quietly he
couldn't hear. I told him that I had the Dad in the bedroom again, but this
time doc locked the door as I began spanking and fucking his beautiful
furry ass. I shoved my hips slightly jamming my cock in his asshole deeper,
and Mark gasped from the surprise and slight pain.



Back to the Doctor: I took some rope from my sex "gym bag" with the Dad,
and this time folded his legs back, wrists in front of his ankles, and tied
the lot together so he was wide open for fucking. I told Mark how beautiful
the Doctor's ass was, deep and hairy, fine brown hair around the hole, and
a delicious pink color. I told Mark what it felt like to slap the furry ass
as I slid my cock into the anus, feeling my head probe his rectum while the
Dad whimpered, just like Mark was. Then I paused to tie a blindfold on the
father so he could concentrate on the anal abuse I was heaping up. I began
fucking him in earnest, deep sloshing sounds, and I told Dad that I needed
more lube. I pulled out, and silently unlocked the door and opened it wide.
I came back and continued fucking the father in front of me, knowing full
well that the young roid son knew what I was doing.



I knew when that boy came in the front door, I knew he was standing outside
the door again jacking off not 15 minutes after I started fucking his Dad.
I shivered thinking of what I was setting up, and I made as raunchy a fuck
as I possible could. Mark threw himself against me hugging me as I
whispered the story in his ear, squeezing my cock with his ass at this
point. I began a very gentle fuck as I told him that I fucked the Dad so
hard, so excited by my plan that I came! I flooded his furry ass with my
roid cum, dripping out his wide-open hole, but I pretended like nothing
happened. His boy watched as I pulled out, pretending nothing was
happening, and then I heard him gasp as I spread lube on my hand. I turned
the tied-up Dad on the bed, wanting to get the maximum shock scene effect
on his roided up hairy son, so I turned so his Dad's asshole was pointing
at the door.



I asked Mark if he knows why I got my fist greased up. Mark was shaking,
and whispered no. Think, I said. Mark groaned and began grinding his hips
down on my cock, shivering. I told Mark I got on my knees, sliding fingers
into Doc's squishy asshole, with my cum shooting back out from the
pressure. I had four fingers in his wide-open hole in a moment, putting on
quite a show as the Daddy yelled out to punish his ass. "Why" I asked the
father. "I'm a bad Dad." I asked him how bad he was, neglecting his sons,
feeding them steroids, making me feed and fuck his ass like a pig
everything he had a free moment. Loudly. So the young son could hear. The
Doc was delighted to tell me how awful he was, how he looked at his sons,
how big and hairy they've become. (Mark was shaking, so I thought I would
really turn on the filth faucets for the story.) I said that I asked the
Doctor, did he know how big his sons had become? How huge and muscular?



The doc said yes, he saw them sometimes in the bathroom, and was shaking,
thinking of what he had made them. He was so ashamed. I pushed my had hard
against his asshole to punish him, and he cried out. What do you want them
to do to a bad father like you? I asked, jamming the fingers of my hand
hard against his asshole, not quite fisting him. Yet. The Doctor told me,
and I heard a frantic whine in his voice from the fisting starting now, he
wanted his boys to punish him like I punished him. "What did you say?" I
asked the Doctor. He yelled out now that he was such a bad father, he
deserved to be punished by his sons for making them so big and hairy. The
poor boy outside the door was complete silence, except for his jacking off
now, which was hard to mask with the squishing sounds in the Dads ass, so I
pushed my hand further in his hole. I heard the boy squeak again, and I
knew he was shooting ropy cum all over the place in the hallway. But I
continued.



We were almost at the end of the road the father had started down on over a
year ago. (I began fucking Mark now harder, wrapping my arms around him,
squeezing him to my chest as I told him that I stopped fisting the father,
but put a tub of lube on the night table. I told the Dad he had to stay
still, because I had to clean some shit off my hands. I fucked Mark harder
as I told him I went into the bathroom with my bag. I told Mark I could see
the hairy son, mouth open gasping looking directly into his father's very
open asshole on the bed as his Dad whimpered. "No!" Mark said, and I told
him I washed myself and put my clothes back on. "NO!" Mark said as I fucked
his incredible ass harder and harder, telling him I opened the French Doors
of the bathroom, onto a terrace, as the Son watched, and I went outside.



The hairy roid boy walked into the bedroom, I saw through the doors, with a
massive hardon. The roids had shrunken his balls, but he had a nice fat
short hardon, just like Mark did. "And do you know what happened next?" I
asked Mark? Mark whispered a no as I continued fucking, and I felt cum
rising in my balls. I was getting excited by my own story! I told him I
snuck back in the bathroom, and I saw the spectacle. I saw the son, shaking
from fear, and excitement, pushing his fat cock into his father's ass,
fucking him uncontrollably. I told him how he rocked back and forth, the
massive muscles grotesque on the fourteen-year-old body, slamming that fat
cock deep with a full adult force. I told Mark as I began cumming in his
ass the look of shock on that boy's face as I walked over to the father.
The boy's eyes bugged out, but the fucking and nightmare aspect of the
entire episode had taken him over as I winked at him.



He slammed in the cum-lubed ass of his own father, as I reached over to the
blindfold. The son looked at me in horror, I said, as I bucked and fucked a
huge load, over an hour of sex with Mark having filled me up. Mark sobbed
and I felt him cumming against my belly, and I squeezed him harder, almost
cracking his ribs! Jism flowed as I told him the son bellowed out a "Stop!"
to me, which triggered the whining Dad, "what, wha? Who was that, Mark?"
and the Dad shrieked STOP as I whisked off the blindfold, and the boy began
cumming, as did the father, watching his own paralyzed son fuck his
magnificent ass. STOP the young roid boy yelled, together with his Father,
as I wondered what the word could possibly mean now, and to whom he spoke.



His fat short cock rammed into his Daddy as both grunted, cum flowing
between the two of them. The son clearly had no idea where to look or what
to do as his cock bucked and streamed white hot fluid, and he looked me in
the eye, looking for direction. His father continued to yell STOP as I
watched, the father's cock pulsing with an overload of jism contradicting
his weak efforts to halt – which he couldn't anyway, tied up like a turkey – only
his stuffing was his own flesh and blood prodding him with an almost
fist-thick cock, massive muscles he grew on the boy thrusting
uncontrollably into his cavernous cum-sloshing ass. The gravy was a
overloaded rectum full of my and his own son's cum, which kept flowing as I
walked on, towards the door, the pair of them staring at me blankly,
looking for instructions.



As I turned back, I watched cum pouring out of the father's ass, the son
still holding onto his ankles, shaking, as his father bleated out that
"everything will be OK." Now Mark relaxed against me, groaning, and I
wanted to put a sweet, fun coda on the whole verbal raunchfest so he
wouldn't think I'm an unbelievable perv. "You know Mark," I said, and he
whispered "What." I whispered, "I never went to the Doctor again." "Why?"
Mark said, holding his head up, frowning. I said, "Well, I decided I wanted
a second opinion." Mark burst out in peals of laughter, and said, "You, you
are, I don't even know the word. You're a real trip Daddy Joe!" It was
blissful silence for a while, the remnants of our sex kind of dripping
around, and Mark laughing now and then at the ridiculousness of the story.
He squeezed me, and we cuddled and kissed for the rest of evening, the
strange, domineering spell between us gone, but not for good... I still see
him when he can get away from his wife!


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About the Author: texbearjoe

texbearjoe began his notorious writing on usenet via soc.motss in the '80's
and evolved with internet through the subsequent decades with twists and
turns on websites, blogs, published books, private and public social
networks, and virtually every avenue possible for new media. He's visible
with photos and videos, and very chatty on bigmusclebears.com as well as
texbearjoe.tumblr.com, and you may contact him directly at
texbearjoe@gmail.com or through texbearjoe on the growlr app, and you can
follow him @texbearjoe on twitter.

These stories are quite literally diaries of his experiences, though per
disclaimer, names, places, and events may have been changed to protect the
innocent (or the guilty). He is, indeed, co-incident and identical to the
main protagonist in his writing, which perhaps gives them their unique
flavor. One day, when you will least expect it, you will meet him in his
travels.

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