Date: Tue, 10 Feb 2009 06:15:00 EST
From: PalmBch33444@aol.com
Subject: A Fort-nite

A Fort-Nite

	This is a new story line for me, I hope you all enjoy.  Please make
sure you are of legal age to participate.  If so, get naked and read on.


	As the youngest lead council for a major corporation (no names) in
Atlanta, my corner office has a stunning view of Downtown.  But even the
view couldn't distract me from how fucking horny I am right now.  It
doesn't help that I put my fat stemmed, ass locking cock ring on before I
came to work today, knowing what was in store for tonight.  My ass had a
ball the size of a large fist lodged deep inside, burning my fuck hole with
desire, each time I moved.  But I am getting a head of my self.
	First, my name is Michael, I am 36 years old and moved to Atlanta
right after graduating from Harvard Law School.  I'm 6'1" and weigh 175
pounds.  I work out religiously, and keep my 6 six-pack on my muscles not
in my stomach.
	My cock, or as I have named it my best friend is cut, and 7 inches.
My balls are normal sized but I have been training them to hang, which I
can feel on my inner thighs right now hanging down the left side of my
boxers.
	Again, I grind my ass into the leather chair, causing the ball in
my ass to stimulate my prostate, which has been leaking cum all day long.
I can feel the hot stream once again run down my balls and onto my thigh as
they receive the recent drops, as droplets of sperm drain from my cock's
piss slit.  It's not until my phone rings, that I snap out of my recent
fantasy.
	"Michael, Dale is on line two."  My assistant says.  More about him
later......
	"Hey stud, are you hanging?"  I ask as soon as I answer the phone.
	Dale was the first guy I met after moving to Atlanta, and what
we've done since then could fill volumes and I don't know if I have enough
cum to explain it all.  He's not much shorter than me, but leaner, if
possible.  And the cutest ass you ever wanted to fuck.  His cock is
beautiful, all 8.5 inches, and his balls are the perfect complement to his
whole package and are smooth as silk, and move around in your mouth like
candy He keeps a small amount of pubic hair right above his cock, unlike
me, cleaned shaved since I was 16.
	"I am so fucking horny, I have shot three heavy loads already in
the exec wash room.  I can't wait for tonight."  I said, as my cock started
to respond, just talking about it.
	"Fuck!  You too?  I can't even put cloths on.  I've been walking
around the house, and yard naked all day.  Blowing loads everywhere, I
think I've cum 5 times since I woke up around 9."
	Oh.... the fucking life of a pilot!  Yes, Dale is pilot for a
airline based out of Atlanta ( no names) and never seems to work, and gets
paid for it.  Jealous?  You bet I am fucking jealous.
	"You slut!  But I did come to work with my ass lock in."  I said
felling the metal ring tighten around my cock, and the medium sized metal
ball that is implanted in my ass.
	"Yea, and I'm the slut.... I don't think so.  But I have my trailer
hitch ass lock in me too, .... maybe that's why I have cum so much today."
He said, causing my mind to remember when we sat in front of the computer
and ordered our ass locking balls together for the Forts web site.  Dale
loves ass play, and can take much more than I.  So he went right for the
largest ass ball they had, a trailer hitch.
	"I will pick you up at 9, did you get the location for the fort
tonight?  I asked.
	The Fort is a private men's club in Atlanta.  It used to be in a
warehouse downtown for years, but something happened, and they had to
vacate.  Now they are on the move, but seem to find a great location for a
month or two, but then move again.  Members only, and believe me, the
application interview was almost as fun as a Friday night.  Don't want to
think about that right now as my leg is wet enough.
	It's almost 4:30, and I had one more meeting before I could get the
hell out of there.  I grab another bottle of water, my 6th without relief.
It's going to be a fucking hot Fort-nite.

	The MARTA isn't too packed, I find a seat as soon as I step on the
train.  It is 6:30, so the rush hour has past, which is just fine with me.
Not that I mind being crammed into a small car with hot men in suits
crushed up against my crotch.  But it's also nice to get a seat and just
relax for the ride home.  Which is what I am doing as I cruise the car for
potentially hot horny men.  But as I start to scan the car, my eyes
immediately lock on the guy sitting directly across from me.
	His eyes are an intense shade of blue, and they aren't looking
away.  I, on the other hand, give his body a once over before returning to
his gaze.  28 ish, very slight goatee, shoulder length brown hair, wearing
blue jeans, construction boots, and a well worn flannel shirt.  He has a
very hard look about him, like he had just done 9 hours of hard labor.  Oh
my fucking god!  My ass muscles tighten around my ass lock, and my cock
jerks as my mind goes through a complete scenario of wild fucking sex right
here on the train.
	I look down at his crotch ....oh yea, all fucking man.  The bulge
in his jeans is quite evident of a large cock supported by two fucking huge
cum making balls.  I just want to get on my knees in front of him right now
and drain his cock of any liquid that he could spew into my mouth.
	I am mesmerized until he lifted his arms up over his head,
pretending to stretch.  Done it many times, he was just showing off.  Two
things hit me right away.  One, his shirt rose up showing me his tight abs,
and a great treasure trial leading into jeans.  And two, as his arms went
up, his sleeves pull away from his wrist, exposing his black leather wrist
band.  But it wasn't the arm band that got me going, it was the yellow
stripe running through the center.
	Fuck, he's into piss, oh fuck, I'm in love.  I thought as he looked
right at my eyes, and then right down at my swelling crotch.  And then he
licked his lips.
	I looked around the train, it was only half full, and most everyone
had their heads buried in a news paper, or a report of some kind.  The only
one blatantly watching us was a very cute teenage boy, with his i-pod wires
hanging from his ears.  He had a knapsack on his lap, but I noticed that
his hands were beneath it resting, or maybe not, on his lap.
	My cock was hard, my ass was tingling as the metal ball pressed
against my prostate, my bladder was full, with the 9 or more bottles of
water, without a piss. And this guy was driving me fucking crazy.  Well if
he wanted a show, or to get off; he found the right guy.
	I sat back in the train seat, spread my legs, and just started to
piss.  Slowly at first, letting the warm yellow stream stain my blue suite
paints.  I could feel the heat from my piss soak through my boxers, as it
began to really spew out of the slit in my hard cock.  The guy began to rub
his crotch as we watched the wet stain in my pants darken down my leg.
	I was so into what was happening between the two of us, that I
didn't notice the train was coming to a stop, until the guy got up off his
seat.  He came right towards me, and as he got closer, he dropped
something.  And when he bent down to pick it up, his face went right into
my crotch, and his lips bit my pants grabbing my hard cock in his mouth.
He gently sucked for a second of two, drinking from my piss soaked pants.
Then as he was getting up, he handed me the object he had dropped, and
immediately walked out the train door.
	My cock and groin were jumping and I almost dropped a real heavy
load of cum right there on the MARTA seat.  But as the train began to jerk
forward my pending orgasm stopped, thank god.  I looked around, but again,
no one was paying any attention to me or what had just happened.  I was
relieved, until I looked at my pants.  I had piss quite a bit, and a small
puddle of light yellow liquid was puddled at my feet.  But my fucking cock
was still hard as a rock, as I looked at the piece of paper the guy handed
me.  404-555-2066 ....was all it said.

	He came over and sat right next to me.  I could see his substantial
swelling member in his pants when he lowered his knapsack as he sat down.
He didn't say a word, as he ran his hand over my wet crotch, apply slight
pressure when he came to my hard prick.  That's when it started again, but
this time I couldn't stop it.
	I started breathing heavy, and thrusting my groin into the palm of
his hand, as I threw my head back against the hard seat, and window.  And
as quietly as I could, I shot my load of hot cum into my boxers as the
teenage boy rubbed my wet piss, and now cum soaked crotch.
	"Ohhhhhhh fuck" I whispered as my orgasm subsided and I could
breath again.
	"Yeaaaa" Was all he said
	But when I looked down at his jeans, he lifted his knapsack a bit,
and I could see that I was not the only one that just busted a nut on the
train.  He came so much that his jizz was stringing from the bottom of his
knapsack as he pulled it up.

	As I approached my truck in the parking lot, I removed my jacket
and shirt, and as I drove the 7 miles home, which with Atlanta traffic took
me a good 20 minutes, I continue to remove my piss soaked cloths.  So by
the time I pulled into the garage of my townhouse, I was completely naked.
Which is how I spend all my time at home, whether I am alone or with
company, except my parents.
	The message light was blinking steadily on my home phone when I
walked into the kitchen.  I pushed the play button as I grabbed myself a
cold beer.
	"Hey pig boy," It was Dale "Get your ass ready fast, this Trailer
bitch is tired of her trailer hitch and wants more.....Call me...."
	I laughed as I opened the refrigerator looking for something to
eat.  The chicken parmesan from last night would do.  So as it spun in the
microwave, I worked my cock into a raging hard-on and continued to pump my
7 inches of meat until the chicken was ready.  And within 15 seconds my
orgasm exploded and my swelling cock began spewing cum all over the top of
my chicken parmesan, which I ate hungrily.
	"Oh yea, this pig boy was ready for tonight!"


	I am hoping this will be a long series with Dale and Michael.  Let
me know what you think.  Palmbch33444@aol.com