Pig In the Woods

The Wilds of Michigan—September, 2018

Saturday at the campground was pretty relaxed.  We went out for a big breakfast.  The rest of the morning I read while my host and Tom, the other top, went to the pool.  We all trooped over to the main pavilion for a potluck luncheon.  Afterwards, I hiked the paths. But no one was brave enough it seemed, for daylight play.

That night of course I went back to the play area.  The younger man who had been on the bench the night before with the Red Neck, was now in the sling.  I fucked him.  Then he introduced me to his tall buddy—who I also fucked.  I rotated the between the two of them in the sling most of the night.  

I also found the cross very useful.  Not for what it was designed for with this crowd, but if I stood on the lower plank that connected the lower ends of the crossed boards, a light shown up through my legs illuminating my big hard dick in the blackness of the woods.  I lost count how many men came to kneel at my feet and see if they could swallow my cock.

Both my new fuck buds got loaded by others.  The tall one got several loads, but the guy from the night before milked everyone else.  Including me.  I went to the trailer much less pent up…through the evening drizzle just coming on.

Sunday night I checked the play area.  The same two men were there.  They were sore.  And though both took me briefly, it wasn’t going to work for extended play.

I did meet up with the white goateed man who wanted a condom on that first night.  He saw my dick again and muttered that he must have been drunk to think that he could take it…but he did, covered, while leaning on the cross for support.

So I left the sore asses in the woods—and went back to the campsite.  My host had a bottom coming for us to share.  I thought all three of us would use him, but Tom had found a fuck bud for the night while I was out.  Our neighbors had a sling set up under a net canopy you would normally have used around your picnic table.  They had told us to use it at any time.

He was late—but Drew showed up.  He knew both of us from other places—though I hadn’t seen him in a good ten years.  Drew is tall, mid-40’s, with his dark hair cut rather short.  He is fit enough to show some definition.  He’s a 100% bottom and he wanted to be used roughly…

My host zips up the netting.  Drew, totally naked, looks at the sling.  He approves.  There is a rubber mat under it.  I point to it with a “Kneel.”  I unzip my flight suit.  “Now suck our cocks.”

Mine goes into his mouth first.  He’s good.  And he can take me quite deeply.  I push him over to my Host’s fat dick.  He gags on the swelling in the middle, but he gets past it.  My Host pulls him off his dick and pushes him back onto me.

I let him suck for a bit, then pull out and beat my spit-slicked cock on his face.  He sticks out his tongue to take it.  I lift my cock up, grab the back on his head and pull him into my balls with a “Lick my nuts.”  Then a slight cuff of correction with “Lick them, don’t suck them.”

He grunts and now does what he’s told.  Enthusiastically.  I pull him off me and make him service my friend in the same way.

“Sling time.”  I’m running the show, it seems.  Drew scrambles up into it.  I kneel briefly.  I spit on his hole.  This isn’t a mutual fun fuck.  He’s all about being used.  I poke my saliva into him with my tongue, but don’t linger.  There will be time for that when we’ve gotten his ass slimy.  I push into him.  He gulps.  Loudly.  I hope the neighbors are liking the show.  (The next day we are told they did indeed….)

His ass is great—wet and hot.  His puffy pink ass lips cling to my cock on the backstroke.  My Host watches me fuck for a moment, then sticks his big cock into the pig’s mouth.  I fuck him.  The chains rattle.  He keeps grunting around the slab of meat in his mouth.

We change.  He relishes the taste of his ass on my cock.  I spit in his mouth for good measure.  He gurgles his happiness as he swallows.  My friend is fucking him every bit as hard.  The sling is rattling, filling the woods with the noise.

We switch. I fuck.  Then I stand still and move the sling.  I am deep dicking him every time I pull the sling onto me.  Finally I let go and resume using my hips.  They make a great thawking sound as I smack into his wet flesh.

We rotate.

And again.

My host's dick is flagging and he whispers in my ear what he’d like to do.  I get the pig out of the sling.  He kneels, and without being told, cleans off both our cocks.  My Host gets in the sling.  The pig looks confused.  “I’m all bottom…”

“Suck his cock.”

The pig stands and bends to do as he’s told.  I let him suck for a moment, than plow into his ass.  He grunts a muffled “Yes!” around the big meat in his mouth.  I like the new position.  He feels different, and certainly wetter.  I fuck him hard.  He grunts with each thrust.

“You eat ass?”  I don’t wait for a response.  “Eat my friend’s hole.”

The Pig bends a little more.  I pull out and re-enter.  Making him feel it.  His grunt is all but muffled in the depths of my friends ass.

My stroke if slow and deliberate.  I want him to feel every inch.

I pull out.

“My ass is really sore.”

“But you want to be bred?”

“Yes, Sir!”

My friend gets out of the sling.  The pig gets in.  I’m up his ass before his ankles are in the stirrups.  I fuck.  I concentrate and think about all the asses of this weekend.  I convulse and give him my load.  Shot after shot.  He milks me.  Hard.

Only then do I kneel and really tongue his super wet asshole…