Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 09:47:05 -0500 (EST)
From: PalmBch33444@aol.com
Subject: A Fort Nite Part 10

				A Fort Nite
			   The Construction Stud
				 Chapter 1

	18 and naked is all I ask...

	I woke up the next morning, naked and full of piss.  Dale was still
asleep next to me, his naked body only inches away.  We had a fucking hot
time at the Fort last night, which was evident by the stench and crusted
spent cum covering both of our bodies.
	But my piss hard cock was what woke me, and I needed to do
something about that soon.  Usually I would just lie there and piss all
over myself, and fall back asleep.  But with Dale's hot ass right there,
waiting for a cock to fill it, I had a piss dump right next to me in the
bed.
	I moved closer, and spooned my body against Dale's.  And as I
wrapped my arm around him, he cooed, and pushed back into my nakedness.  My
cock was hard, and lodged deep in the crevice of his ass cheeks.  So I let
out a small stream of piss, warming the both of us as it drained down our
bodies, and making a small wet area on the sheets.
	Again Dale moaned and pushed his ass harder against my cock.  I
knew what he wanted, his ass was begging for it, and I had what he needed.
And as a good friend, I was more than willing to give it to him.  I pulled
my hips away just enough to pull my cock out.  My aim was excellent as I
pushed forward, finding his ass open and more than willing to accept my
hard cock as it slid it's way balls deep inside his asshole.
	This time we both moaned as my cock lay dormant deep inside him.
My balls were tight against his ass, as I lay there enjoying the feeling of
his ass as it engulfed my hard cock.  His hips began to move slightly, as
my cock began spitting small amount of piss deep inside his warm cum
drenched asshole.  And when my cock finally let loose, it woke Dale up
immediately.
	"Oh FUCK YEA!" he moaned loudly, as the full force of my bladder
began flooding his hole with hot piss.
	"Aaaahhhhhhh" was all I could say as my full bladder relieved
itself inside my friends ass.
	And after a good two minutes, my piss finally began to dribble that
last few drops.  But by that time, we were both soaked. Dale's ass was so
full of my hot piss, it was draining out all over us.  My sheets were
drenched, and I could feel a large puddle under my hip, as I pushed my cock
deeper into his ass, causing more and more of my piss to drain from his
asshole.
	And when my bladder was empty, I began to fuck Dale, hard.  But the
bed was soaked, and my ass was burning as I tried to fuck him against the
wet sheets.  So I pulled him up on his hands and knees and fucked him like
a dog.
	The sound of our sex was loud, as my cock fucked his piss drenched
ass.  My bed was squealing, as my cock was sloshing around in Dale's wet
ass.  He was screaming with pleasure, asking, no, begging me to fuck him
harder.  I was grunting like a pig as I fucked him as hard as I could.  I
was fucking him so fast and furious, that my balls began to hurt from being
slammed against his ass so hard.
	Then there was the sound of his hard cock, bouncing uncontrollably
against his abs.  Slap, Slap, slap . . . it was being ricocheted back and
forth against him as my hips banged his ass unmercifully.
	And all the time I am fucking him, my other hand is on his hard,
large, perky nipple pulling, and squeezing it as hard as I can.  Only to
have him beg me "Harder, Harder, you mother fucker, harder!"
	I've already cum once inside Dale's ass as I fuck him, my cock
still hard ,as it pistons in and out of his stretched out asshole.  And
just as I'm about to blow a second load of my ball juice inside of him, he
wants more, and begs me to fist him.
	I immediately pulled my cock from his ass, and reached for the jar
of grease.  I applied it generously to my arm, and well past my elbow as I
know, first hand, how hungry Dale's ass can be.
	With my hand open and cupped, I push into him, and my hand easily
is submerged inside his asshole.  And as I push deeper, I can see his ass
tighten around my forearm, swallowing my full arm as his ass gets closer to
my elbow.
	Dale is moaning painfully now, but I know he is loving every inch
that I give him.  Because when I pull back, his moan is mournful, as he
wants more and more of my fist deep inside of him.  Again, I push, his ass
takes my arm easily past my elbow and now my upper arm is beginning to sink
inside of him.  Again, I pull back, but this time I pull all the way out.
	His ass drips a large glob of piss, cum, and grease, as my hand
pulls free.  I scoop it up, and apply it to his now protruding rose bud,
that is also dripping wet.  I bend down and lick the inside of his ass,
until he gains control of his muscle again and pulls it back inside.
	Again, I penetrate, but this time with my clenched fist, and I push
hard.  Soon, his ass has my full arm deep inside, as Dale moan's and grunts
uncontrollably.  I push and pull in short, but hard thrust, keeping him
moaning as my fist fucks his ass hard.
	 My cock is still hard against my bare pubic bone, and is oozing
pre-cum steadily.  Dale's cock has softened, as it swings under him with
the same rhythm as my fist fucks his ass.  So I grab his hanging balls with
my free hand and pull down hard.  He screams, but I don't let up.
	His balls are large and smooth to the touch, and hang low.  And as
I pull them, his cock begins to harden again, so even though he screams
with pain, he is loving every second of this.
	And that's about when he got me so fucking hot!  His cock began to
piss, splashing hard against the mattress, soaking the bed below us.  I
could have cum right there and then!  But I didn't, I just pushed my arm
harder into him, until his ass was up against my arm pit.
	Again, he screamed, but his cock still pissed like a race horse.
The bed is soaked, piss is puddling up everywhere, as I fuck his ass hard
with my fist.  His hands are deep in a warm shallow lake of his piss just
as is both our knees.  That is until Dale bends down, and puts his mouth on
his puddle of own piss and sucks in deeply, drinking up the warm liquid
into his throat.  Finally I pull my fist free of his ass, and he collapsed
onto the bed, with his face falling right into a large puddle of piss.  And
as I knee over his spend body, again, my cock begins to piss, and I am soon
covering Dale with hot yellow piss that is streaming from my cock, and the
strong stream is arching before it splashed down on his back.
	Spent, I too fall onto the bed next to Dale.  We are both soaked in
piss, as we fall back into a deep sleep.  And another fun night with Dale
comes to an end, as he has to fly to LA tonight, and onto Boston tomorrow.

	Showered and clean, I change my sheets on the bed.  Wow, what a
night, and morning.  But it's time to clean up the fun.  Thankfully, I have
a waterproof mattress pad!  And with everything clean and back to normal, I
know it's time to hit the gym.
	The locker room is busy as I claim a locker and put my bag on the
bench.  Men in all staged of nakedness are around me as I begin to change
into my workout clothes.
	My jock is well worn and always get a few stairs as I pull it up
over my junk.  I have had it since high school, so it is stained, tattered,
and just plain strechted out.  It doesn't support my package any more, but
it feels really good.
	And today is no different from any other, when I stand up and pull
off my black boxer briefs, and pull my jock out of my gym bag, guys turn
and look.  I like to give them a show, as I slowly put one than the other
leg through the straps and than again, slowly pull it up over my hips, and
finally pulling the soft cloth cup up over my low hanging balls and cock.
As I said, there is virtually no support left in the ol jock, so my junk is
still pretty obvious as I pull on my gym shorts and get ready to work out.
	Dressed in my gear, I do on last check in the mirror as I walk out
of the locker room.  A quick grab of my package to adjust the size and I'm
ready to hit the weights.  But not before I walk smack into a guy that is
coming into the locker room after a vigorous workout.  He was covered in
sweat, and so was I after running into him.
	I looked up at him ready to apologize profusely, until I saw who it
was.  Oh my fucking god!  It was the guy from the Metro last night, the
construction stud that dropped his number on the train.
	"Dude, what the fuck!" he said, as he pushed past me.  But then he
turned around, and did a double take. And when he realized who I was, he
smiled, and put his fingers to his mouth and ear, with a gesture of making
a phone call.
	I nodded and walked out into the gym.


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