Pig in Palm Springs

While I drive, I might as well tell you how my slutcation came to be.

I have been a kinky pig for a long time. Not sure how or when it started exactly but I know whenever I’m on vacation especially, my desire for raunchy kinky connections is overwhelming. Something about the slight anonymity of a new place, mostly foreign from my day to day. Also, the logistics of trying to get into my piggy side at home always tend to be more work than they are worth for me to fully indulge.

These are never usually the easiest desires to act on though as I’m usually with others I have to hide my fetishes from. I do try to sneak off when I can and sometimes spend hours playing out situations with strangers I talk to on different aps.

It was about a year ago when I was in Provincetown for a friend's birthday that I started to formulate this slutty sojourn. I met a kinky couple who owned a small place and we hit it off. They were both attractive men in their early 50s with a penchant for piss, pits, and many other things that turned me all the way on. We hooked up one night with plans to go again and get real wild my last night there but my friends wouldn’t let me “abandon” them. The disappointment and blue balls was too much and I decided on the ferry back to Boston the next day I would have to make a plan where I can let my pig flag fly with no judgements, time restraints or much soap.

I took my time coming up with the plan over the following month, trying to figure out how I could make it happen in the way that I wanted without causing suspicion. Originally it was going to be a night or two staying at one of the clothing optional, bathhouse type hotels. As time went on and I let my fantasy grow I decided I would much prefer to stay in a house with a private pool to do with as I pleased. I definitely splurged but it is definitely the right place for my staycation. I also picked August as the rates were lower, the scene queens were less likely to be around and I knew the true pigs didn’t mind the desert heat.

I found myself obsessed with what this getaway would be, adding to my plans as I fantasized going from 2 nights to 6.  Making sure I had plenty of time to do all the things and men I wanted. I came to realize having only a weekend, while lots of time to have wild raunchy sex, didn’t allow for as much as I was hoping for while also enjoying nights out, and adventures away from the house I rented. I also wanted to take advantage of all PS has to offer, but made sure there would be some aspect of kink added.

I was going to embrace my inner pig and not let shame get in the way of my desire. Everything on my terms, even when I submit. I even came up with a tentative itinerary so I would have as much time as I wanted to do everything I could think of.  Normally having to rush or find ways to hide what I did.

I wouldn’t have to make any excuses to anyone as to where I went or who I went to see. No blue balls from saving a load in hopes of getting into a raunchy hookup only to have to cancel because my vanilla friends change our plans. No deodorant or soap, and no need to shower after a golden shower or thick creamy facial. I wanted to eat all the sweaty hairy holes I could find. I wanted my mustache to smell like cum and ripe sweaty crotch all weekend. If anyone complained about how ripe I smelled from all the sex and sweat in the hot desert weather, it wouldn’t make a difference to me.

I started purchasing gear, toys, jockstraps, speedos, thongs and lots of different slutty outfits made up of short shorts and tiny tank tops/midriffs with bold and somewhat obscene logos. I loved to be naked, especially outdoors, so if I had to chose to wear anything, it wouldn’t be much.

Everytime I’d watch porn I added mental notes of what I wanted to try. I delved deep into stories and blogs to come up with new ideas. I researched fetish websites, cruising spots, bathhouses, bookstores and made a list of any possible event or place to get piggy or try something new. Anonymous sex always made me nervous, but this weekend it was going to be something I’d get very familiar with.

Hours were spent crafting profiles and posts on different fetish and hookup sites, resulting in lots of favorable responses. I was building up an army of pigs to play with from subs to doms, bears to twinks, groups and one on ones, tops, bottoms and sides. All different role play scenes, scenarios and fantasies set in the works to happen. Some scheduled, some up in the air or open to interpretation. I was excited to get local to make my presence known. Put my footprint on the Sniffies app and even post about events.

I worked my ass off at work, making sure I wouldn’t have to think about it let alone check email in between my sexcapades. So when I closed my laptop at my office last night, I knew it would be there untouched until my return on the following Wednesday.

I was going to be covered and crusty with cum. I wanted as much cum on and in me as I could get. I wanted to mark as many guys as I could with my piss and have them all, or more mark me too. I wanted my mustache to constantly smell of pits, piss, cum, sweat, ass, feet. I wanted to radiate that intoxicating masculine odor of man and sex at all times.

So here I am in my Jeep on this hot sunny Thursday morning in August. Already covered in the first two of many, many loads with balls full of cum, and the car filled with all the gear, toys, clothes, etc I could find to add to the experience. Only a couple hundred miles and a very exciting scheduled pitstop between me and the “official” start to my slutcation.

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Chapters 3 through 6 already posted on my Patreon.

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