Pig in Palm Springs

I woke up with a smile already on my face. I look over at the clock and see it’s almost 9:30. I stretch out and take a deep breath. After spending last night working until 3am to make sure all my work was beyond caught up for my vacation starting today, I am grateful for the freedom today brings to wake up without an alarm and excited to get things going. I toss the covers off and look down past my furry chest and abs to my raging, dripping 7 inches of cut morning wood. So tempted to grab it, I know today has bigger, better plans and swing my legs over the bed and stand up.

I walk into the bathroom and lift the toilet seat, aiming my softening cock towards the bowl relieving myself of a strong morning piss. As the stream trickles down, I rub the last few drips from my pissslit around my reinflating head. I grab my toothbrush and while I brush, I take a minute to admire my reflection.

At 37, I’m in the best shape of my life. Thanks to the past year or so of grueling workouts with my trainer and strict diet, I have the body I’ve always wanted. I wasn’t really out of shape before, but had never taken working out seriously enough to lose the few extra pounds or get the definition and build that I finally have.

I stand just shy of 6 feet, with broad shoulders, big bouncy pecs and round biceps. Tight abs, thick thighs, high calves and my favorite part, a big fat round muscled shelved out bubble butt. I’ve got a thick covering of dark fur on my chest, abs and everywhere below the waist, especially my deep furry trench. I trim my crotch and balls so my cock doesn’t get lost like a mushroom in a forest, and thanks to years of laser hair removal, my back is finally smooth. I usually stay clean shaven on my face but have short scruff and a full mustache.

I spit out the toothpaste and rinse my mouth out. Looking back up into my green eyes, I wink. “Hey there you hot slut!” I say to myself with a smile. Now, don’t get me wrong, I still have plenty of insecurities, but the hard work is something I can appreciate and have been getting the attention I never thought I would and know I’ll be able to have the kinky long weekend I have been fantasizing about.

Was all this work just for a weekend? Of course not… maybe the mustache, maybe my wavy dark brown hair has grown out instead of cropped and tapered, and maybe I did get my ears pierced. But the body was something I promised the fat inner kid inside me.

I was going full on “pornstar” mode and wanted the attention I normally hide from. I’m not a prude, but I definitely don’t hook up often. I’m a hopeless romantic with a filthy mind, so when I’m home, I tend to date more than sleep around. And in West Hollywood, with everyone in each other's business and worried about reputations, I keep my kinky mind at bay. With work being so busy lately, I haven’t had much time for anything. But this weekend, it’s all going to change.

I reach into the shower and turn it on. I take a quick whiff of my pits and smell a faint trace of deodorant. “That certainly won’t do!” I murmur to myself before standing under the spray. I love manly musky smells. Sweaty, musky balls are my favorite followed by pits then ass. Sweaty ass - not dirty ass. I get so turned on sniffing on a used jockstrap that’s ripe with sweat, cum and piss.

I wash my pits thoroughly to rid them of any last traces of deodorant, knowing it will be the last time they get washed for a few days as well. A quick once over everywhere else and a thorough douche and I turn the water off.

I dry myself off and walk into my closet, naked, and squat down in front of  my “special drawer.” The one that holds all my fun gear. It’s pretty empty as most items are packed but there is one of my favorite new(er) jocks. I purchased it, and many other items, in preparation of my trip and have worn it the past 9 days at the gym. I can’t help but take a whiff of it. The smell isn’t the strongest, but definitely not subtle either. That will certainly change soon. I slide the black white and yellow waistband around my waist, adjust the straps around my thick furry cheeks and arrange my rapidly growing dick in the white pouch that is starting to darken with the piss, precum and sweat already in it.

I grab a pair of black shorts, but the slutcation starts today and opt for a pair of short white running shorts, black tank top, socks and trainers and head out to the kitchen. A quick coffee and breakfast before I grab my suitcase, gym bag and keys. As I get off the elevator I can feel the morning heat of a Los Angeles August and smile walking over to my jeep. I throw the bags in and head to the gym for a final pump before my trip.

My workout was an intense full body circuit so all my new muscles were pumped and a good amount of cardio, resulting in me drenched head to toe. My pits starting to take on their natural manly scent. The white running shorts practically transparent. I’m not usually such a show off but today the slut comes out.

I timed everything out so coming to the gym at 10:30 was the perfect time where it was practically empty and I wouldn’t be looked at as obscene. I knew too many judgy queens to bother, but I wanted to kick the day off right. As I walk to the locker room I do notice the few other muscle patrons eyeing me up. The attention is definitely welcome.

I peel off my tank top, kick off my sneakers and socks and throw them in my locker before grabbing a towel. I slowly peel my shorts down, my big ass framed by my jock in the air, then straightening up and stepping out of them I see someone out of the corner of my eye staring. I turn to look but only catch the steam room door shut. I slide my jock down and head to the shower stalls. I take a quick cold rinse, no soap obviously. After drying off I wrap my towel around my waist and walk past the steam room. I can’t see anything through the glass door.

Usually public cruising scares me as much as they turn me on so I avoid the steam room, but today I’m letting myself indulge. I open the door and feel the thick steam coat my body. I take a second to adjust to the dim foggy lit room just in time to see two figures move further apart on the lower bench. I take a seat across from them to get a good view and spread my legs. Within seconds the two other patrons’ towels are back open and both are stroking, staring at me. Nervously I stare at the larger of the two. Tall, broad rippling muscled, completely smooth blond adonis daddy stroking a completely shaven thick cock with a low set of heavy nuts. Next to him is a similar form but not nearly as broad or defined, younger, in his 20s, with a nice average sized cock. I look back at the daddy who is staring at me, stroking his fat dick and I unconsciously lick my lips.

He’s not my usual type but the pig in me is eager to get my slutcation started. He gestures at me with a finger and I slowly slide down to my knees and crawl on my hands and knees across the few feet between us. I get close enough for him to reach out and gently pull the back of my head towards his dripping crotch. I can feel my lips against his slick smooth sack and feel him stroking his thick dick across my face. I start lapping at his steam sweaty balls and inhale, slightly disappointed to smell nothing but soap from a fresh wash. I keep my tongue bath going when he pulls my head back by my hair and spits in my open mouth. Caught off guard but also totally turned on he pulls me down on his dick, sliding it forcefully into my mouth.

I can be submissive or dominant and at this moment, I’m glad he is taking charge because my nerves and fear of being caught are gone for the moment. I have no time to think about anything other than catching my breath as he fucks my throat. I open my eyes to see the younger man had gotten up. Not sure where he is I feel my towel flipped up over my ass and feel his fingers run up and down my furry damp crack, spreading it to expose my tight pucker.

I start getting nervous and go to pull off the Daddy dick thats pumping in and out of my mouth to protest getting fucked when I hear grunts and heavy moaning before an “oh fuck” and a hot blast of cum splattering my hole. Then another and another. I instinctively clench my ass and moan around the cock in my mouth. I wasn’t wanting to get fucked right now but I will never turn down getting a load on me.

“Yeah boy.” Daddy says.

I hear the door open and close. Unsure of if the other one left or someone else came in, it didn’t matter, I wanted another load of cum. I double down my efforts, using my throat muscles to milk the thick member pistoning in and out of my mouth. His heavy nuts slapping my chin with every thrust, I can feel his sweat drip down on me, mixing with my drool.

“Such a good throat boy.” He whispers.

It’s true, I’ve always had a great ability to swallow a cock without choking or gagging too much. I do however throw in a few sounds to stroke this man’s ego a bit.  A few seconds later Daddy pulls me off his dick. He holds my head back by my hair with one hand and rapidly pumps his dick in front of my face.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you want this load?” he moans

“Yes sir” I'm surprised to hear myself say so quickly and eagerly.

“Take it boy. Take this big load….UGNNNNG Fuckkkkk” He groans as blast after blast of thick cum splatters my face, hair, open mouth chin, chest. So much cum! He must have blasted at least 9 vollies all over me. Once the last load dribbles out onto my chest I feel him rub and slap his dick across my face, rubbing his cum over me before its back in my mouth.

“Clean me up.”

I do as I’m told, sucking his cum off his shaft, swirling my tongue around the helmet head and in the piss slit to get every last bit of his bitter sweet load. He pulls out and looks down at me with my mouth open, face splattered in his load. He smiles before spitting into my open mouth again.

“Good boy.” he chuckles, grabbing his towel and walking out, I hear one of the showers turn on.

Fuck. I can’t believe that just happened. My towel had fallen off finally at some point leaving me panting, naked, cum all over my ass, face and chest from two strangers, on my knees. I can feel my cock so engorged it’s almost painful, I reach down but decide only to wipe up the precum leaking from my head.

“There is plenty of time for you later.” I say with a chuckle, looking down at my dick.

I lick my lips and smile. It takes me a few seconds to catch my breath and as I stand up I can feel the cum in my crack as my cheeks rub together. I reach behind and run a finger up and down, mixing it into my sweaty fur before taking my finger in my mouth. This load is more bitter than the one dripping off my face. I rub my hand across my chest, rubbing Daddy’s load into my sweaty chest fur too. I love being covered in cum and leaving it on, letting it dry onto me. I wipe my face off too, licking it off my hand. I grab my towel off the floor and hold it in front of me, feeling bold, walk out into the locker room.

To my relief and slight disappointment no one is there, just someone in a shower stall. I look in the mirror and see the remains of the adonis’ load on my face and hair and do my best to wipe it off/in. My eyes are extra green in contrast to the red bloodshot from gagging on that thick cock just moments earlier. As I take in my appearance I catch the clock reflection behind me and notice it’s almost 1.

My little adventure in the steam room has me running late. I rush to my locker. I slide my sweat soaked jock back on over my cum coated ass and rock hard dripping dick, a pair of tight short jean cutoffs and throw on a skimpy tank top. This one is white with a drawing of a Tom of Finland leather man standing, facing away,  pissing on a tree. Something I would never wear in public for fear of running into someone I knew but conservative me has been left at home since I locked the door behind me this morning.

I finger comb my damp hair back, pack my bag and put on my sunglasses and take a quick look in the mirror as I walk to the locker room exit. My dark, floppy, wavy, wet, grown out, hair pushed back, mustache, stubble, aviators, vintage running shoes with slouchy white socks, gold studs, tank top exposing my big furry pecs and pits, and short shorts just low enough to show a glimpse of my jock’s waist band… I look like a total 70s porn star.

My excitement and eagerness causes me to practically run out of the gym and into my jeep. I get situated for the drive ahead of me, while debating whether or not to keep the top up or down. The subtle stink from my pits, jock and two loads of drying cum on me start to fill the hot car. Opting for up, not wanting to get weird tan lines or roast in the sun for too long. I start my playlist, pull out of the garage and follow my GPS saying a silent prayer that traffic won’t be too brutal.

I merge onto the 10 with a smile plastered across my face. I have been to Palm Springs many, many times before for many different reasons. It’s a great welcoming place, one of my favorite cities in the US. This, however, is my first time going alone… and I couldn’t be more excited.

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