Sharing Hole at the Farmhouse

Amish Country, Indiana—March, 2019

I got a text:   “You OK fucking round another top?”

It was from the pig who lives out in the cornfields of Indiana.  The guy, who on first meeting, I climbed through a window to ‘rape’ him. 

I told him I was fine with that. 

My instructions were to be rough and follow the lead of the other top. 

I knew we’d be fisting, so I volunteered to bring the new hanging bench.  He loved that. 

He gave me the date and time again.

And I drove over the next day.

The basement is brighter than I remember it.  The pig has his sling set up, hanging from the rafters.  There is a long table next to it with a ton of sex toys—dongs of every shape, most on the large side.  There is just room for me to set up my frame.  I hang the bench in the flat position.  The pig has gone off to strip and let in the other top.  I change into the nasty jock I am destroying for a blog reader.  And put the boots back on. 

The other top walks in naked but for slightly yellowed jock.  It’s the guy who helped me ‘rape’ the willing pig.  We smile and nod.  And our dicks lengthen. The pig comes in.  He asks if we need water.  I have already cracked a Gatorade open.

“Get on your knees!”  barks out the Top.

The pig drops to the tarp that covers the floor.  He begins to suck the Top.  I jerk a little to full hardness and then beat my cock on the back of his neck.

“And his...”

The pig takes me to the root, showing off how he can take all of me to the smaller dicked man.  The Top isn’t impressed.  He pisses two short blasts all over the pig’s face.  The pig goes back to his cock and sucks like a man possessed.  The Top now uses his hand—or sometimes the back of his hand—to get the pig to change who he is sucking.  Back and forth he goes.

We get the pig in the sling.  It’s my turn to piss—all over the newly exposed ass crack.

“Fuuuuck…” the pig croons.

“Hot,” the Top says and pushes into the pig’s hole with no other lube but piss.

“Argh!”  grunts the pig, but he takes it.  I grease up my bigger cock up with some J-Lube.  The Top pulls out.  I shove in.  He groans again, but is silenced by the Top’s cock, fresh from his ass, filling his mouth.

We work him like this for a long tim.  Fuck his mancunt and fuck his mouth.  The second time I’m in his mouth, I give him some piss down his throat.  He gurgles happily, as the room is filled with the slapping of thighs on wet flesh.

The Top grabs the smallest toy he sees on the table.  He lubes it and works it into the pig.  He adds his cock.  The pig howls—in ecstasy.  I take a turn.  It’s a tighter fit for me.  But it feels great to have tightened him down.

A second toy is employed.  Slightly bigger.  We still manage to get our dicks in alongside it.

Toy three—a butt plug— is fine for the Top—but painful for me.  I go back to pissing in the pig’s mouth…

We get him up.  I tell him to bend and clean the Top’s cock.  I stand behind him and piss down his ass crack.  And plow him the moment I am on the last spurt.  He feels my cock shooting its piss deep into his already puffy hole.

I pull out and turn him for the Top to fuck as the pig lick my cock clean of every drop of piss and ass juice.

The Top gets him to rest his chest on the sling.  His fist glides into the pig.  Over and over.  I piss on the wrist of the hand buried in him.

I take a turn too.  My left goes in easily.

We get him off the sling and bend him over again.  I strip off the filth jock.  I push it up his hole.

And piss on it…until it falls out, a wet, sodden mess.

Back in the sling we do our cocks and our hands.  Then the two together.  Soon it’s his hand, my cock.  He loves squeezing my meat with his greasy hand, firmly encased in a hot ass.

We move to the flat bench I brought.  The Top lets me take over.  I fist the pig like I have never been able to do before.  He’s been working with those toys and there is so much more room for my hand.  I slip one in easily—and add a finger or two from my right hand.

“Eat my ass.”

I look at the Top.  I’m not surprised, but kind of pleased.  He gets on all fours on the flat bench.  I tongue him.  The pig greases his hand.  He knows more than I do; the Top is very versatile.  I open his hole with my tongue and leave it very wet.  The pig has his tiny hand in the Top in no time at all.  We alternate.  His small hand.  My medium.  Back to small, then to me.  I am hard as a rock fisting this man.  I stick my cock in him.  The pig’s hand slides down my shaft and right inside.  He jerks my dick inside the top, who gives off the hottest guttural moan…

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We need to get off.  The Top needs to go back to work.  “Let’s DP him.”

I shrug and lie on the swinging bench—right at the edge, my legs hanging out of the way.  The pig impales himself on my cock.  The Top pushes in.  His cock head pushes into the abused hole.  It’s one of the best DP’s I’ve ever felt.  This time it actually feels as good as it must look.

I really want to cum this way—something I have never done—feeling my own cum coat another cock inside an ass.  But it doesn’t happen.

We get the pig in the regular sling.  I get off in him easily after just a few strokes.  I fill him with cum—and another piss load.

The Top slurps some out and swallows.  He stands up and pushes in…and shoots a massive load in the pig’s juicy hole.

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