Loading the Fluid Pig

Lansing—January, 2020

Finally the day came to meet with the Fluid Pig.  We had agreed to meet in the half bookstore/half bathhouse venue.  I went a little early.  I wanted to see if I could collect any other loads, to put up his super hungry hole.

The place is now even larger.  There are areas, usually with couches, for watching straight, gay and trans videos.  There are now two slings, a new room of open booths for sucking and a new bondage table.  There are still gloryholed booths with doors, a cage and all sorts of dark corners to play in…

The parking lot is jammed.  The cashier tells me “It’s happy hour for your cock.”  I’ve hit a two hour special discount afternoon.  I am happy to pocket the extra money.  I stow my coat in a locker.  I make the circuit.  Lots of men.  All ages and types.  Maybe so many men no one is settling down to play.  I stay in the small room that used to show bisexual videos.  Today it’s three men on a girl.  I sit in the chair I usually use and unbutton.  There is a new padded platform next to me.  Next to the screen is the door to the new, slightly darker room with open cubicles for sucking.

I stroke.

A man sucks my cock…but not for long.  He is sure something better/bigger/younger/uncut must be here and hurries back into the milling crowd.

I stroke.  I watch a daddy go into the dark area.  He stays.

Soon another goes in.

I follow.  We stand and look each other up and down—all three of us leaning against a different wall.  Fuck it.  I kneel.  Hard cocks are out and take turns in my mouth.  The one I’m not sucking, slaps the back of my neck.  Once we try for both dicks at once.  I choke.  They love it. 

One man is close, the other not so much.  I take the load. They both zip up and thank me.  I take a new condom out of the foil and spit the load into it.  It’s not huge, but nice and viscous.

I play orally a little more—both sucking and getting sucked.  I turn down one offer to fuck, as I want to save that for the Fluid Pig.

The Fluid Pig at my house a few years ago.

He arrives soon enough, a little later than he thought—but with a load in his ass.  We walk around—the Fluid Pig is impressed with the play space.  He sucks me in a very public area.  Men stop the milling and watch—but no one joins us. 

Finally I can’t stand it.  I need to taste his ass.  And fuck it.  We use the sling in the corner, the one that has a low wall in front of it that men can come around and join us—or watch from the other side.  He strips down and hops in.  I lick his hole.  The kid that fucked him blew it fast he tells me—and not that deep.  My tongue finds it easily. 

I slurp some, loudly, out of his ass.  I spit it back on his slightly open hole, my hands pulling his cheeks apart.  I stand up and fuck it back into him.

“I have more.”  I tell him about the two daddies I sucked on—and the one who gave me the load.  Balding, a little pudgy, but a nice cock.  I pull out the condom and drool the contents onto my cock.  I fuck it into him.

“Turn in inside out and stick it in me.  That’s way to use rubbers on me.”

I do just that.  I finger fuck him, my finger inside the latex, rubbing any jizz off the condom and into his ass.  I toss it into the wastebasket and slide my dick into him.  His hole is incredibly wet and juicy.  I fuck him.  Noisily.  Two men are drawn in by the sound and watch us from over the wall.  I pull out of his ass and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  “Clean me up.”  I tell him.  “I have more.”

It is cold enough outside that I have the 4 frozen loads from last week in the trunk of my car.  I go get them.  Once I’m back in, I show him the bulging condom.

I peel away the latex and press the frozen nugget of cum to his now slightly puffy ass lips.  He gasps at the cold, but his ass hungrily accepts it.  I poke it up his chute with my finger—and then with my hard cock.  I love the feeling of the cold against the tip of my dick.  His ass is so hot the cum is already melting and covering both of us.  I tell him about the Blond, the hot hat guy and the big dick.  “The first was this micro dicked guy—somebody you would never let fuck you—but you have his load anyway.”

This makes the Fluid Pig erect.  He strokes himself vigorously. 

A mid-40’s guy comes around the low wall.  He works the Fluid Pig’s nipples as I fuck.  He pulls out his cock and strokes himself as he rubs and tweaks.  I pull out and kneel.  I felch the melting loads oozing out of the Fluid Pig’s gape.  The guy sticks his dick near me.  I move from felching to sucking his cock. 

He stands stock still as I suck.  Silently, the guy gives me a load.  I clean him up and reverse felch it into the Fluid Pig.  I stand up and churn the loads in him as the guy leaves.

A bud I call the Tall One on here comes in.  He’s read my BBRT quick connect about what I was doing today.

“You wanna fuck him?”

He does.  All 6’4” of him.  I have the Fluid Pig clean my cock as I squeeze his nipples.  The Tall One fucks with great concentration. 

I spell him after a bit.  He is cleaned by the Fluid Pig, too.  He goes back up him when I pull out.
  

This time he loads him.  Silently.  Without a word.  But I can tell.  I can really tell after he leaves and I kneel to felch again.  I clean up any cum that is escaping, and fuck the rest deeper.

We take a break.  See what we can find on our own.  The Fluid Pig finds a couple and takes them into one of the booths with a door.  I let a cute college kid suck my dick, but don’t do much else.  The crowd in thinning.

When the happy Fluid Pig emerges, he tells me he had one in his mouth and one in ass.  We go back to the sling.  We both agree we should wind this up.  Back we go to the sling.

I taste the fresh load in his butt.  My cock begins to drip.  I am so ready.  I push into his cummy ass.  It feels amazing with all the loads being churned deep in his guts.  I fuck long strokes.  Strokes that make my hips slap his butt.  Hard.

I take a hit of poppers.  That’s it.  I explode.  My load spits out and mingles with all the other DNA deep inside the Fluid Pig…