Dirt Pig at the Brown Bungalows

Joe played with my asslips, ridding the crevice of my butt of its long brown hairs but leaving the thick coating on the outside. The he shaved all around the edges of my assglobes, leaving only the thick coating of hair sticking out from the protruding melon cheeks, but showing a shiny clean, deep crevice. With three fingers he pulled each of my trained buttlips outward and shaved them close with a straight-edge razor, then fingered my hole till I whimpered and sucked the big dildo down deeper into my mouth. I felt Joe’s hands grabbing the small bushes of hair he’d left on the cheeks, then gasped as I felt the full length of his greasy donkey meat slide up into my stretched cunt. He rode my butt for several minutes, pumping my slick hole in long hard strokes with his fat sausage while grasping the hair handles on top of my firm buttocks.

The air was hot and thick in the small shed, and I sucked deeply on the plastic meat Joe had given me to feed on. His long, thick Italian cockmeat made slick slurping sounds in my stretched hole as his bull balls slapped against my close-cropped thighs. A long and stinking fart ripped from this fucktop’s buttcheeks, drifting waves of ripe shit odor through the room. He reached beneath me and stroked my swollen, clamped pole as he pounded me with his iron-hard rod. The strokes increased in speed and Joe moaned and gasped as he dumped a hot cum load deep into my guts. Slipping his greased up meat from my tube, he shaved another square above my butt and added the word “CUNT” in red paint.

“Real good, real nice. A real greasy wet cunt butt, pigboy. Now you’re christened and ready for the cabins,” he sighed. “You won’t really need your shorts around here – plenty of privacy, and they’d only get in the way.” Turning me up in the chair, he added the words “SHIT HOLE” in red paint across my forehead. “Let’s not forget you came down here to suck some really ripe butt, huh?” he commented.

“I’m looking forward to eating my way through the weekend,” I answered him, smiling.

“Oh, you will, buddy, you sure will.” Then, donning his dirty boxers, Joe led me from the “barber shop” and back to Bungalow 5.

After Joe dropped me off outside my brown cabin, I picked up my bag and entered through the screen door in front. The cabin was pretty small, just one room in front that was furnished with a couple of straightback wooden chairs that had the seats cut out and toilet seats mounted instead. There were wads of old toilet paper lying on the floor in heaps and the walls were covered in scrawled drawing depicting humpy, hairy guys being serviced by bottoms in every conceivable scene. A couple of pairs of old, shit streaked jockey shorts lay on the floor in the living room, and I picked one up to give it a good sniff. Then I went into the back room, which had one large mattress virtually filling the space. Again, big wads of toilet paper, looking pretty used, lay everywhere on the floor, and there were a couple of empty cans and soup pans lying in the corner. I threw my bag on the floor and took out one of my favorite toys, a dildo harness. I strapped the harness around my waist and selected a good-sized plug which looked like about a foot of beer can sized meat. Greasing it up real good with some Crisco, I slipped the meat into my loose hole, pushing my shaved buttcrack hard up against the wall so the meat would pack itself tightly into my fuckhole. Looking up, I saw a drawing covering most of one wall that depicted a bearded, bald and very hairy pigman with his legs spread wide by two burly guys while a third forced a massive dildo between his gaping holelips. Everything in these drawings was exaggerated to the extreme, with guys having the equivalent of two foot dicks and this one pig having a hole that you could have stuck your leg into. I realized suddenly that I was pumping my butt up against the plug on the wall and sweat was pouring down my face and chest. I pulled away and slid the plug from my sloppy rear, clamping one end into the harness and leaving the plug itself, dripping in liquid Crisco and slick shitjuices, to dangle between my melon cheeks.

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