Pig in Palm Springs - 7. Chapter 7

I walk back to the yard and grab my phone to check the time, absentmindedly rubbing the cum and piss into my wet fur.

The Sun is just barely starting to set. I love how long the days are and how late the sun sets in the desert summer.

I head into the kitchen and pull out one of the prepared meals, another White Claw, and bring them outside to eat. Ravenous, I chow down on a delicious salad and grilled chicken, watching the sky slowly fill with vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows.

When I finish eating, the pool looks too refreshing to resist and I take a dive. Although I wanted to be caked in cum, piss, and sweat, it is still only my first night and I wanted to go for at least one drink tonight in public. Being out in public like that is a total turn on but I still had reservations due to my upbringing and its strong focus on propriety.

Feeling recharged and relaxed, I climbed out of the pool to check my options. I walk over to the lounge chair, light up a cig, and swipe open my phone.

My profiles on the usual apps are definitely drawing attention but the Sniffies messages are almost out of control. I scroll through my options, excited for all the possibilities over the following days and nights in the desert when a new message catches my eye.

Into a very specific role play. I find you laying ass up “sleeping” I eat your hole while I stroke before shooting my load on your back. No penetration. You can moan, and hump but no stroking or talking. You stay there sleeping till you hear me leave.

Well shit, sounds perfect to me. And I could use a lie down I think to myself as I open his mostly empty profile.

<1600 ft> 51, fit, discreet, married, straight

There's a blurry picture of a well-built, smooth chest and softer, slight belly.

Sounds fun, when? I replied, curious to see if this "straight" man would follow through.

I can be there in fifteen.

I am about to ask him for pictures but decide against it, already knowing what his reply will be. I’ve always thought the totally anonymous situation, leaving the door open blow and go, was hot but it always made me nervous to do at home, afraid of who might show up and what they might do. I’m perfectly tipsy enough not to care and I literally don’t have to do anything but lay there, if all goes according to his plan, I won't even see him.

Ok, just one thing - will you shoot on my ass instead of my back?

Fuck yeah. Address?

I send it with a courtesy message letting him know my crack will be musky and might taste a bit like piss and cum. I know it's not for everyone, and I did take a quick dip, but figured it would be best to give a heads-up to avoid an awkward situation. After all, if he's good at tonguing my hole, I may need him to be a repeat offender.

On my way now!

Well shit, guess he likes that.

I give him the side gate code with instructions on where to find my “sleeping” body. A few minutes later, I'm sitting on the same lounge chair that's soaked in me, and the twink's piss when I hear the faint beeps of the side gate. I quickly lay across the lounge, put my phone on the ground, and shove a rolled-up towel under my hips allowing him easier access to my fur-lined trench and tight pucker that is twitching in excitement for a little attention.

I hear soft footsteps approaching. My body starts to tremble softly with nervous excitement and the reality of giving a complete stranger access to my temporary home. I can't help but sneak a quick peek from under my arm as I sense him getting closer.

I'm definitely okay with what I can make out in the dusk. He seems decent-looking, seemingly in good shape under his loose t-shirt and has a full head of silver hair. I don't get a clear enough visual to pick him out of a lineup but enough to feel safe, calm some of my anxiety, and get me excited and turned on about the situation again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as he steps closer, giving my ass a little wiggle.

“Goddamn,” I hear him whisper.

I can tell he's staring, taking in the sight of my spread thighs, hairy mounds, and tight, exposed ring so I pucker it as if it's winking.

"Fuck," he whispers again and I can't stop the smile that creeps across my hidden face as my cock starts to lengthen between the damp cushion and my furry abs.

I hear a zipper and the sound of his shorts, heavy with jingling change or keys, falling to the ground with a thud. I lie still, trying to keep my breath steady.

“Beautiful,” another whisper muffled by the sound of him shuffling forward.

His big, calloused hands roughly grope my ass, making circles with my cheeks, jiggling them, while I assume he admires the view laid out in front of him, as directed. I feel his breath on my crack as he pulls the furry muscles apart to give him full access.

His tongue is tentative and poky at first, but not at all unpleasant as his warm heavy exhales tickle the damp hairs and send shivers up my spine. The feeling gets more enjoyable as his tongue traces up and down my crack. I can feel him sniffing and licking more aggressively, finding his rhythm, between long strokes and forceful jabs, making me bite my lip to stifle my moans. I push back gently as his tongue enters my hole but after what could only have been 20 seconds of lapping up and down, his tongue heads further down to graze my musky taint with his nose pressed against my entrance before he pauses and quickly withdraws.

“Oh fuck, Oh fuck,” he groans in a loud whisper and I hear the sound of skin slapping and feel one hand firmly holding my left cheek.

I'm so tempted to look back, confused at the hurried shuffling behind me. Then I feel the first blast of his hot, slimy load as he grunts. I arch back slightly and feel his thick head move to my crack right, against my hole which I clench instinctively from fear he will try to shove it in. There's a lot more than I thought there would be given the quick turnaround time but fuck if my hole didn't pucker in delight as it is being covered in a fresh, hot, sticky seed from a total stranger.

Maybe I should've let him push in and flood me.

I feel his softening dick rub his slime up, down, and around my furry trench before it's gone with a heavy, satisfied sigh. I felt another light probe from something smaller, not sure if it was his tongue or a finger, and then nothing but the warm night air on my frosted cake. A few seconds later I hear shuffling, the gate open and then closing with a thud.

Alone again and free to move, I reach back and play with my hairy, cum-covered crack. Without even realizing it, I'm spreading the thick cream up and down my deep trench, hole, and cheeks like I'm showing off for an audience behind me. It was much shorter than I hoped for, especially once he got his tongue inside me, but the thick spunk coating my ass, not to mention the riskiness of how it got there has me all sorts of turned on again. I take one finger to my mouth and give it a lick. It was tangy and thick, having a direct impact on my cock.

I'm loving the freedom to be such a dirty little slut.

I reach for my phone under my lounge chair and I start to feel worry growing inside me. I open the thread from my host, Peter, to find the link to the security access to change the gate code if necessary. I may be overreacting but you can never be too cautious. Once updated, I feel relief just as a text notification pops up on the screen;

Trucker Daddy: mmmmm boy, thinking bout you got daddy hard and dripping again.

The message is followed by a picture of his big cock. The phone was held under his dripping dick and angled up to include his face smiling down at the camera from above.

I reply with a drooling emoji.

Trucker Daddy: Daddy gonna build up a big load for his pig boy.

Me: I can't wait, sir.

I had no idea if I’d actually ever see him again but it was fun to play along in the moment.

I’m tired, tipsy but still fucking horny. I open Sniffies again and see even more new messages. As exciting as it is, it is starting to feel a little overwhelming - the way it is to check work emails on a Monday morning, sift, sort, reply, and schedule. I’m going to have to do some “office hours” to organize all these potential hookups.

After weighing the pros and cons of another hookup versus going for a drink at one of the local bars, I decide to go out.

It is my first night in town after all, and my load count for the day is strong. I don’t want to burn out and can always find someone in person, or after. It would also be nice to actually talk to someone, and be around people, even if it's only a bartender. I debate another quick rinse but decide against it, not wanting the fresh load drying in my ass fur to be washed away, and opt for a triple set of pushups and sit-ups to tighten my abs and freshen my pump, and of course my musk.

The ripeness in my pits is reactivated and my body glistens in a sheen of fresh perspiration in the moonlight. With faint hints of piss and cum, I definitely stink great but not too overwhelmingly offensive to go out in public.

Well, as long as no one gets too close.

I pour myself another tequila on the rocks with lemon and head to the bedroom. The AC sends a shiver down my spine as I walk into the closet. While I scan the multitude of options I reach for a metal cockring, my cock soft enough for the first time today to get it on.

After sliding my nuts and shaft through the metal ring, I decide on a yellow jockstrap, the same jean cut-offs from earlier, and a black cropped tank. One of those homemade ones where the arm and neck holes are so big and the straps are so thin that not much of my chest, upper back, or sides of my torso are covered and it is cut short like a midriff to show off my lower abs.

It's definitely not something I'd ever wear at home, and even here I feel like it's too much but force myself to keep it on.

With my nipples occasionally peeking out to say hello, I throw on a pair of slides. I check myself out in the full-length mirror and adjust my package which is bulging and fully on display with the help of the metal ring.

I like what I see - a total slut looking back at me in the reflection.