The Fort 1
My boxers were damp with pre-cum as I once again grind my ass into the chair pushing the fat stemmed, ass locking, cock ring deeper into me as I sit in this meeting full of lawyers. My balls are locked into a metal ball stretcher, that I’ve been wearing for a month now, crushing my low hangers against the chair and between my legs. It too is slick with pre-cum as the warm metal sticks to my thighs as the litigators around me drole on and on about this frivolous case
You see I’m the youngest lead counsel for a major corporation (no names) in Atlanta; my corner office has a stunning view of the Downtown skyline. But even the view couldn’t distract me from how fucking horny I was right now! And if this meeting doesn’t end soon, I’m going to have to excuse myself again to go rub one off in the exec washroom. I know I shouldn’t have shoved the ass lock with a metal ball the size of a large fist deep up my asshole this morning before coming to work today, but I was prepping my hole for what I hoped to be getting fucked by later tonight. My ass is burning my fuck hole with desire each time I moved. And my balls were scorching hot as they continued juicing a steady stream of pre-cum all over my crotch and what seems to be my permanent ball stretcher
But I am getting ahead of myself. My name is Michael, I am 28 years old and moved to Atlanta right after graduating from Harvard Law. I’m 6’1” and weigh 175 pounds. I work out religiously keeping my 6 six-packs in shape. I eat right, and don’t drink to excess, well at least not alcohol.
My cock, or as I have referred to it since I was 13, my fucking best friend is cut, and hangs down over my balls 5 inches when soft. A thick 8 inches plus when hard. My balls are huge, and fucking always filled with cum, and as I mentioned before I have been training them to hang lower with a heavy metal ball stretcher that has been permanently locked around them for a month or so now.
Again I can’t help it, I grind my ass into the leather chair, causing the ball deep in my ass to stimulate my prostate, which has been leaking cum all day long. I can feel it on my balls and thigh as another few streams of pre-cum drain from my cock’s piss slit. If this meeting doesn’t end soon, I’m going to blow my load right here. It wasn’t’ until my phone rang that I was put me out of my misery.
“Michael, you have an important call on line two.” My assistant says. Who will get a pay raise soon, as he followed my directions and is getting me the hell out of this boring meetting.
When everyone finally leaves at my insistence, I pick up the phone and press line two. I know it’s Dale, so I answer. “Hey stud, is your cock hanging or hard as fuck right now? No don’t tell me, I know it’s hard!”
Dale is the first guy I met after moving to Atlanta, and what we’ve fucked, sucked, shoved up our assholes, and drank since then could fill volumes in the library of sex. If there is one. Dale’s not much shorter than me, maybe 6 feet, but leaner if possible. And the hottest fucking bubble butt you ever wanted to fuck. His cock is a work of art, all 8.5 inches and his balls are the perfect complement to his whole package. He keeps a skad amount of pubic hair around his cock, unlike me, clean shaven since I was 16. However, he keeps his balls smooth as silk, so they move around in your mouth like large marbles, believe me I know.
“I am so fucking horny, I have jerked off three times already in the exec washroom. 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 fucking cloths on. I’ve been walking around the house and puttering in the yard naked all day. But I have you beat; I’ve cum 5 times since I woke up around 9.”
Oh, the fucking life of a pilot! Yes, Dale is a pilot for an airline based out of Atlanta (no names) and never seems to have to work but still gets paid for it. Jealous, you bet I am fucking jealous.
“You slut! But I’ll admit I did come to work with my ass lock on.” I said felling the heavy metal ball inside my ass as I once again bare down into my chair.
“Yea, and I’m the slut.... I don’t think so. But I have been getting ready for tonight with various toys.... maybe that’s why I’ve cum so much today.” Dale said, causing my mind to once again fantasize about what he has shoved up his ass right now as we speak.
“I’ll pick you up at 9, did you get the location for the fort tonight?” I asked.
Fort Troff is a private men’s club in Atlanta. It used to be in a downtown warehouse for years, but something happened, and they had to vacate. Now they are mobile, but always find a great location for a month or two but then they move again. The Fort is members only, and believe me, the application interview was almost as fun as a Friday night. But if I think about that right now I really will have to toss one off in the washroom before I leave.
It’s almost 4:30, and I had one more meeting before I could get the fuck out of there for the weekend. I grab another bottle of water, my 6th without taking a piss. It’s going to be a fucking hot Fort-nite.
The MARTA wasn’t crowded for a Friday night. The only reason I found a seat was because it was 6:30, and the heaviest part of rush hour was over, the only benefit to working late. Not that I didn’t like being crammed into a small car with hot men in suits crushed up against my crotch and ass. But it’s also nice to get a seat and just relax for the ride home. Which is what I am doing right now as I cruise the car for potential hookups for later this week.
As I continued to scan the area, my eyes locked on the guy sitting directly across from me. His eyes are an intense shade of blue, and they aren’t looking away as I glare at him. I, on the other hand, give his body a once over before returning to his gaze. He looks to be around 35, very slight goatee, shoulder length brown hair, wearing blue jeans, construction boots, and a well-worn flannel shirt. He had a very solid look about him, like he had just done 9 hours of hard labor.
Oh, my fucking god! I clench as my ass muscles tightening around my ass lock, sending jolts of pleasure down to my cock that it hard, spewing another gush of pre-cum down my legs as my mind goes through a complete scenario of him taking my ass 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 crawl right in front of him and drain his cock of any liquid that he could spew into my mouth.
I was mesmerized by his oozing sexual presents until he lifted his arms up over his head, pretending to stretch. Two things caught my eye right away. First, his shirt rose up exposing his tight abs, and a hairy treasure trial leading straight into jeans. And second, as his arms went up, his sleeves fell down his muscular arms, exposing multiple black leather wrist band tattoos. But it wasn’t the measuring tattoo’s that got me going, it was the black leather wrist band with the yellow striped wrapped tightly around his wrist.
‘Fuck, he’s into piss, oh fuck, I’m in love.’ I thought as he looked me right in my eyes, and then slowly lowered his gaze down to my swelling crotch as he licked his lips.
I looked around the train, it was only half full now, and most everyone had their heads buried in their phones or tablets. Only one guy was blatantly watching us at that was a very hot teenage boy, listen to god knows what through the pods stuffed in his ears. He had a knapsack resting on his lap, with one of his hands resting on his crotch beneath it.
My cock was hard, my ass was tingling as the metal ball pressed harder against prostate, my bladder was full, with the 7 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 stream out of the slit in my hard cock. The guy began to rub his crotch as he 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, that was 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 paints. Then as he got up, he handed me the object he had dropped and immediately walked out the train door.
My cock was jumping, like at any moment I was going to dump a heavy load right there on the MARTA seat. But as the train began to jerk forward my pending orgasm subsided, thank god. I looked around, but again, I didn’t notice anyone 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 fuck my cock was still hard as a rock, as I looked at the piece of paper the guy handed me. 414-555-2066 .... was all it said.
That’s when the cute teenager came over and sat right next to me. I could see the substantial swelling in his pants when he lowered his knapsack back on his lap as he sat down. He didn’t say a word as he ran his hand over my wet crotch, applying slight pressure when he felt my riggid cock. That’s when my orgasm began to build again, and this time there was going to be no stopping it.
I immediately started breathing heavy and thrusting my groin into the palm of his hand, as I threw my head back against the hard seat. And as quietly as I could I shot another load of hot cum into my boxers as the teenage boy rubbed my 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 the guy’s jeans, he lifted his knapsack a bit, showing me that I was not the only one that just busted a nut on the train. He came so hard that his jizz was stringing from the bottom of his knapsack as he lifted it up.
As I walked towards my truck in the Marta parking lot, I removed my pants and threw them along with my jacket into the passenger seat. And as I drove the 7 miles to my house, which with Atlanta traffic took me a good 20 minutes, I continue to remove my piss and cum soaked boxers along with my shirt. So, by the time I pulled into the garage of my townhouse, I was completely naked, just the way I like to spend my time at home, whether I am alone or with company. Well maybe with the exception of my parents.
As I walked in the door, my phone buzzed with a message when I walked into the kitchen. I listened to the message as I grabbed myself a cold beer.
“Hey, you fucking pig!” It was Dale “Get your ass ready fast this pig is ready for a long night of fisting my aching hole, 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 8 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. That along with the tall glass of my warm piss to wash it down.
"Oh yea, this pig was ready for anything tonight!"
