Date: Mon, 5 May 2003 23:52:07 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "CASEY JONES' 3-WAY MEET" (celebrity)

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is PURE FICTION, and is NOT to suggest that
the late railroad engineer/hero Casey Jones was anything BUT straight...But,
I can always imagine.......so unzip your bib-strap overalls, haul out your
throttle, get it all greased up for a really hot erotic ride down the
rails.......ALL ABOARD!! (Spring,1900).............. Casey Jones sat at the
throttle of old #638, peering out the cab window, his sharp eyes watching the
signals ahead. The big black locomotive snorted and chugged, its side-rods
flashing in a blur as the big steel wheels spun at 70mph. But old #638 was
not the only thing that was pounding......Casey's thick, blunt cock was a
solid, lengthy bulge behind the fly of his bib-strap overalls. Bull Murphy,
Casey's fireman and one of his closest friends, was stoking the coal into the
firebox, and Casey watched intently every time the big, bulky, 300lb fireman
bent over with another shovelful of coal for the firebox. Bull's ass was
HUGE....two big, bulky, beefy, well-rounded buttglobes that strained the seat
of the 49 year old fireman's overalls to the limit. Yes, Casey was married,
and loved his wife and kids, but, as he was away from home so much, he found
himself getting his rocks with a goodly number of railroad men......Bull
Murphy in particular. Casey blew the whistle as he approached a crossing,
waving to the kids who waved at him as the train rushed by in a cloud of
steam and smoke. Yes, Casey mused.......I'll be workin' overtime after this
run.......workin' over Bull's big ass! 45 minutes later, the "Cannonball"
pulled into the end of the line station, Brookings. After the passengers,
baggage, and mail had been unloaded, Johnny Brannigan, the conductor,
uncoupled the coaches from the engine once Casey had spotted them on a side
track, where they would be cleaned up for the return trip to Kansas City.
Johnny, a slim, bespectacled, forty-something fellow, natty in his blue serge
brass-buttoned uniform, hopped aboard #638 as she pulled into the spur
alongside the hulking water tower. Casey and Bull damped down the fires,
allowing the big locomotive to breathe easy before the next run, which was
two hours away. As usual, this section of the small yard was deserted, and
the three railroadin' pals were alone in the hot, humid cab of #638.....alone
and VERY horny! First, the three men got in a huddle, deep-kissing each
other, rubbing and squeezing each others' asses, massaging hefty crotch
bulges........The usual humorous erotic small talk died away, and the three
railroaders began what, had become to them, a ritual.....preparation for the
ULTIMATE male-bonding! As usual, big, bulky Bull unfastened the straps of his
grimy coveralls, and let them drop to his sooty shoes. His thick fingers
unbuttoned the two snap buttons on the drop seat of his tight, sweaty, red
union suit. As the seat panel dropped, Bull's bare buns......huge, round,
meaty, and hairy came into view. Then, Bull bent over the cab windowsill, as
Casey retrieved a thick razor strop from underneath his cab seat. Casey let
Johnny the conductor lick the smooth strop, getting it nice and slick with
his saliva. Then, Casey took the strop and began to wallop the broad, hairy
backside of his fireman pal. WHHAAPPP WWWHHAAPPP WWHHAAPP WWWHHAAPP WWHHAAPP
WWWWHHAAPPP WWHAPP WWWHHAPPP    The big, thick-set fireman groaned deep in
his throat, as the strop lashed into his fat, hairy ass. Johnny's fat cock
pounded in his uniform pants as he watched his tall, lanky engineer buddy
Casey thrash the hell out of Bull's quivering, furry ass. Soon, Bull's
massive buns were a deep crimson, and his fat, club-like cock drooled lube
onto the cab windowsill, as he rotated his big ass to make sure Casey covered
every inch. Soon, it was Johnny's turn. The horny conductor, who really was
in love with Bull's beefy, hairy ass, took the strop from Casey and launched
an ass-assault of his own.  WWHHHAAPPP WWHHAAPPP WWHHAAPPP WWHHAAPPP
WWHHAAPPP WWWHHAAPP WWHHAPPP Casey massaged his hefty throttle through his
coveralls as he watched the horny little conductor swing the strop mightly
against Bull's massive, hairy ass, watching the red, angry-looking globes of
masculine assflesh quiver and bounce with each new blow. Bull didn't cry out,
but grunted and groaned behind clenched teeth as the strop continue to thrash
his fat, hairy ass. Soon Bull felt as though his furry ass had been paddled
with the hot coal shovel. When Bull's massive glutes were fiery red and
blistered, Johnny tossed the strop aside...NOW the REAL fun could begin!
Bull stayed in position bent over as Casey unbuttoned his overalls and let
them drop. He unbuttoned the fly of his sweaty, snug union suit, and pulled
out his thick, angry looking cock, lube drooling from the meaty head. He got
behind the bull-like fireman, pulled his beefy, hairy, blistered buns apart,
and pressed the slick head of his throttle against the moist, puckered chute
of Bull's tortured ass. Bull moaned as Casey's thick cock slid deeper into
his tight, sweaty ass. Johnny the conductor had already dropped his uniform
pants, and freed his throbbing nine-inch conductor's punch from his sweaty
union suit. His slim fingers unbuttoned the drop seat of Casey's union suit,
and Casey's small, but well rounded buns came into view. They were smooth,
but the sweaty crack between them was a jungle of thick black hair. Johnny's
small but strong hands pulled Casey's tight, round mounds apart, and he
groaned as the thick hair in Casey's crack scratched and tickled his invading
member, making his balls churn. Casey Jones groaned as his conductor pal's
thick nine inch cock speared his tight, sweaty hole. Johnny's hands grasped
Casey's waist and the three railroadin' pals began to fuck...in unison, like
the siderods of the engine.....Bull thrusting out his massive, battered ass
to meet every forward thrust of Casey's pounding shaft, Casey thrusting out
his own ass to urge the conductor's hefty brakehose even deeper. Casey had
his rough, calloused hand wrapped around Bull's thick, stubby shaft, pumping
it in time to the fucking action. Bull's fat hairy ass was wrapped tightly
around Casey's massive throttle, and Casey's own chute had a death-grip on
the conductor's prostate-pounding tool. Johnny's hands unbuttoned the front
of Casey's union suit, so he could tweak and tease Casey's stiff nipples. All
three men were sweating profusley in the hot locomotive cab, the hot,
coal-scented air smelling of musky man-sweat and drooling cocks. Grunting and
groaning, cursing and moaning, the three horny railroad men were going at it
like mad. Bull was the one to cum first. Growling like a wounded bear, his
big hairy balls exploded, his hot, thick load splattering Casey's
cock-pumping hand and all over the cab windowsill. His spasming asshole
clutched at Casey's ass-assaulting throttle and drove him over the edge.
Moaning deep in his throat, the sweaty, lanky engineer's nuts let loose, his
hot, sticky spooge blasting the depth's of Bull's hairy, massive ass. Now
Casey's tight chute was madly spasming around Johnny's monster cock, and the
skinny conductor cussed like a sailor as he throttled harder, his aching nuts
unloading, his thick, pounding cock spewing jet after jet of hot conductor's
cum deep between Casey's tight ass-globes. When finally thier overloaded
balls emptied of scalding spunk, they let thier cocks grow soft in each
others' asses. When they pulled out, Casey bent over and pulled Bull's
blistered, hairy globes apart, and his raspy tongue began to lap up his hot
cum-load as it dribbled out of Bull's stretched, hairy asshole. Casey moaned
as he felt Johnny's hot tongue between his OWN buns, lapping his hot, thick
load as it dribbled out of Casey's sweaty, well-fucked hole. The oil pump of
the mighty engine pounded as the three sweaty, sexually satisfied railroad
men cleaned up after a mighty three-way meet. As Casey continued to lap his
hot load from Bull's massive ass, Johnny looked at his brass conductor's
watch. "Hey, boys", the conductor chuckled, "We still have over an hour
before we head back........." THE END!! Hope you guys out there enjoyed this
story....if you are a train buff like myself, I am SURE you MORE than enjoyed
this hot, historic railroad tale!! Feel free to e-mail me if you have any
comments!