Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2022 21:12:11 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: A Week in Grassmore - 5

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Welcome to the latest Piggysleaze series. It is set in the same "world" as
some of my other stories, so I've provided a quick background summary if
you haven't read those. This series is one of EXTREME raunch, and will
eventually include scat, puke, and other degenerate themes. As always, do
not read if younger than 18, and this work of fiction does not represent
any real people. Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com


Backstory: By 2022 a secret cabal of filthy, degenerate, incestuous raunch
families had attained the highest levels of power and money. They used
their privilege, wealth, and positions of power to launch a scheme that had
been decades in the making: filling the food and water supply with
pharmaceuticals that would turn ordinary men into filth-craving, depraved
pigs like themselves. For one of their first testing trials in the fall of
'22, the cabal selected the small Midwestern town of Grassmore, population
1,000. This is what happened over the course of a week, as the additives
began to affect the town's male inhabitants.


FRIDAY


Wilt Bustler was from Long Plains, about 120 miles west of Grassmore. When
he was born, he was already hung like a horse, so his dad named him after
Wilt Chamberlain, although everyone ended up just calling him Wil. Always
the tallest and darkest in every grade, Wil had grown into a formidable
tower of teen muscle, eggplant-colored skin, curly hair, and massive
junk. His infamous big, black cock hung to his knees and his balls were
heavy and the size of softballs. Right now, he'd normally be celebrating
after a traditional Midwestern Friday Night football game, having shown off
his natural athleticism. Instead, he and his teammates were sitting in
concrete bunker-like building that was the visitor's locker room at
Grassmore High School -- dazed, confused, and more than a little
disturbed. But unlike his teammates, Wil was also horny as fuck.


Wil had picked a quiet corner of the locker room away from his
teammates. Mostly the 17-year-old cornerback was trying to hide the hard-on
that was oozing precum into his padded compression pants. But like the rest
of the Long Plains Cougars, he was also replaying the events of the evening
in his mind. Everyone knew that Grassmore was a cakewalk opponent. The
small school barely had enough students to meet the minimum for a football
team, and the roster was always full of teens who signed up to help the
school out, but could barely play the game. Some guys even had to play
offense and defense just to have enough players on the field, typically
leaving them exhausted. But tonight was different. Grassmore had played
like they were testosterone-pumped gods, running faster, blocking harder,
hitting stronger. They also worked with near-telepathic unity, as if they
were all bonded together in the perfect epitome of brotherhood, like
warriors from Sparta. The game had been a rout. By the first quarter the
Cougars were down by 42 points; by halftime it was 77 points without a
single point for the Cougars, and their coach called a
forfeit. Unfortunately, the team bus wasn't scheduled to return to the
parking lot for another hour and the driver had turned off his phone --
probably getting high, or getting his dick sucked, or both. So, the team
from Long Plains was stuck in the visitor's locker room, stewing.


But Wil had noticed a bunch of other things that night that his teammates
seemed oblivious to. For example, when they arrived, they were told that
Grassmore had changed their team’s name to the Pigs. Wil
couldn't imagine the cheerleaders were very happy about that, but then he
realized there weren't any cheerleaders. There weren't any girls, or moms,
or women at all. The modest Grassmore bleachers were filled entirely with
boys and men. Of course, Wil noticed because he'd always been attracted to
men and little boys too. Now, having arrived in Grassmore, that was all he
saw -- men and boys dressed in nothing but skimpy, slutty clothes, all
cheering their newly renamed Pigs. Once the game started, the bright
stadium lights made it hard for Wil to see back into the recessed stands,
but he swore he caught glimpses all kinds of hot, sleazy things. Men making
out, and boys snuggling suggestively into their fathers and brothers. There
was also a thick, heavy stink of weed as if the entire town was blazing
up. Wil couldn't imagine why the school or the cops weren't stepping in to
stop it, but no one seemed to care. Also, during the first half it looked
like there was a steady, endless flow of activity under the bleachers, with
men taking their eager young sons into the darkened space. Wil couldn't see
what was happening, but his imagination certainly got his cock twitching.


But there were still other reasons Wil was so hot and horny, and it had to
do with the Pigs themselves. They reeked. The very first time the two teams
lined up on the line of scrimmage the stench of unwashed teens had been
overpowering and most of his teammates were left gagging. But to Wil it
smelled like heaven. If he kept his attraction to men and boys hidden, he
kept his desires for filth and raunch locked away in a maximum-security
vault. No one knew how he liked to shit into his hand and smear it all over
his body; or how he sometimes sucked on one of his massive turds like it
was a cock. No one knew how he would intentionally eat a whole pizza up in
his room so that he could make himself puke all over his quivering
horsecock and jack off with his stomach sludge. No one knew he could take
his own entire fist in his cunt without any lube. These were all deep, dark
secrets that made Wil deeply ashamed. It was why he showered six or seven
times a day and wore heavy cologne at school, removing any hint of his
filthy but clandestine self-pleasuring habits.


But here in Grassmore, it seemed like the opposing team was wallowing in
their stink, embracing it. Not long into the game the smell of piss was
getting stronger, and Wil realized that the Pigs were freely pissing in
their jocks and padded pants. As the game went all, the bottom half of
their white uniforms were getting more and more yellow. Then Wil's piggy
nose picked up the unmistakable stench of shit. Football players farted all
the time, especially on the line of scrimmage. It was one reason Wil loved
the game. But this was different. Some of the Pigs were taking a dump in
their uniforms right there on the field! Maybe his teammates just thought
it was mud streaking their wide, athletic asses, but Wil knew the truth. On
those rare instances where he could actually make a tackle, Wil tried to
get his face right into the piss and shit of his opponent. That was why he
was so horny by the end of the half.


While he was sitting there, playing all of this over and over in his mind,
the lights in the locker room went out, plunging the cinderblock room into
complete darkness. "What the fuck?" "Now what?" grumbled his
teammates. Completely blind in the full blackout, Wil suddenly felt two
sets of hands grabbing him by the arms, yanking him forward. He started to
shout in alarm, but the momentum sent him crashing into someone who put his
hand over the cornerback's thick, luscious lips. Wil couldn't see who it
was, but he knew whomever he was pressed against was a guy because he felt
an engorged rigid cock against his own. "Not a sound," he heard the
stranger whisper in his ear. Will nodded and the hand came off his mouth,
only to be replaced with warm, wet lips and a probing tongue. Wil opened
his mouth to accept the sudden exchange of spit, leaning in hard for his
first kiss with a guy. And then, just as suddenly, the kiss was over and
his assailants were moving him forward again. Wil spotted a tiny sliver of
light that had appeared, realizing it was a side door in the locker
room. Wil hadn't noticed it before because it was behind stacks of
equipment, but the group navigated around before passing through to the
outside. The hidden door clicked and locked behind him.


Blinking, Wil's eyes adjusted to the outdoors, the night still made bright
by the stadium lights behind them. Looking at his "kidnappers," he saw they
were three guys from the Grassmore Pigs football team, all standing naked
and stroking their big dicks. He recognized the quarterback, who said "I'm
Caleb. This is Jesse and Taylor." Wil realized Caleb's was the voice who
had told him to keep quiet and then kissed him. Then the quarterback
continued, "I'm only going to ask you this once: Do you want to come back
and have raunchy pig sex with my team?" A million expected responses races
through Wil's head: "Fuck you," "Fuck no, you fucking freak," "Why would
you ask me something like that?" But in the end, Wil allowed something in
his brain to click into place and he lunged at Caleb, shoving his tongue
down the quarterback's throat, slobbering all over his face. As Wil ground
against him and sucked on his neck, Caleb chuckled and said, "we'll take
that as a yes. Come on, follow us..."  Wil reluctantly broke off his
passionate response to Caleb's question and followed the three
highschoolers to their hometeam locker room.


When he entered, the first thing Wil noticed was the thick cigar smoke, so
thick it was more like a fog. But in that fog, he spotted about 20
fourteen- to eighteen-year-olds, all naked, hard, and smoking. The smoke
was too thick see back into the room very far, but right up front Wil could
see one of Caleb's teammates, a black dude with his head shaved down each
side to create a mohawk stripe, sucking off a muscular white guy with an
enormous cock. Their lewd sucking and moaning didn't pause for a second as
Wil walked past them. In addition to the cigar stink, his pig nose
definitely picked up piss and shit and his massive cock was literally about
to rip through the football uniform he was still wearing. As if they sensed
the problem, hands reached out from all directions and started ripping off
his pads and clothes, right down to his socks and cleats. When he was fully
naked, the Pigs stepped back in awe. "Holy fuck." "God Damn, bro." "That's
the most beautiful cock I've ever seen." Caleb walked up to him, cigar
clinched in his teeth, and reached out for Wil's cock with a look of awe on
his face. "Fuck man, no wonder you were so horned up on the field. A cock
like that must rule you."


Wil chuckled. "Yeah, it does. Makes me crave all kinds of nasty things. You
guys like nasty things?"


Now it was Caleb's turn to chuckle. "Yeah, Wil...it's Wil, right?" He
nodded. "Yeah, we like it nasty. Really nasty. We noticed you were always
trying to stick your face into our shitty backsides and knew we'd found
another pig. Figured we'd bust you loose from those uptight losers who
haven't figured out the joys of pig sex yet." Caleb kept stroking Wil's
monstrous cock. He guessed it was 14 inches at least, with a massive
mushroom head. The black kid's balls were a thing of beauty too. "Have you
ever had raunch sex, Wil?"


Wil shook his head sadly. "I haven't had any sex." Then added, "Other than
with myself."


Caleb pulled on Wil's cock like it was leash, leading him over to a filthy,
stained mattress that was on the floor. Dropping down, he hauled up his
legs and grabbed his ankles, hoisting them up high to fully expose his
ass. It was smeared with a thick pile of shit that Wil guessed he'd
originally deposited out on the football field inside his uniform. "Then we
better get started," Caleb offered, taking a deep puff of his cigar while
Wil groaned with desire at the feast laid out before him.


Like a starving animal, Wil plunged his face into the sweaty, shitty
trench. It was the first shit to enter his mouth other than his own, and it
was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He drooled up and down
Caleb's crack, smearing his face in a mixture of teen gut sludge and his
own slobber. His world was totally enveloped by Caleb's meaty ass. His nose
was squeezed into the shitty canyon, his eyes pressed into the layer of
sewage, covering him in rank darkness. He swallowed what he could, smearing
the rest up and down his face with long rutting moans. Given how occupied
he was, he didn't see that one of Caleb's teammates had generously dumped
another load of shit on the quarterback's chest while Wil worked away on
his ass. It was a nice, stinking pile of creamy sludge that Caleb used to
paint his thick, muscled pecs and puffy tits. "Wil," he called down to the
frantic cornerback, "there's more up here when you finish down there." Wil
popped his head up like a gopher from his den, wiping his eyes enough to
open them. Caleb loved how sexy his shit looked all over Wil's ebony
cheeks, chin, and lips.


"Fucking A, where did that come from?" Wil exclaimed at the site of Caleb's
filthy chest. Wasting no time, he slithered up the quarterback's body and
began the process all over again, slobbering and drooling as he suctioned
up the creamy sludge. This shit tasted different but was equally delicious
to Wil's piggish palette. Caleb moaned as Wil sucked and chewed on his hard
tits while getting them clean. Wil was aware that the team had gathered
around them to watch his raunchy ministrations of their quarterback. He
raised his ass up in an invitation that barely needed to be offered, and
one of the cigar-smoking teens from the Pigs sank his cock into his
opponent's quivering, aching hole. Wil moaned into Caleb's chest. He was
getting fucked! He was getting fucked in front of 20 other guys while
eating shit and he loved it. His own monster cock was pumping out entire
rivers of precum into the stained mattress.


As much as he could have sucked on Caleb's pecs all night, he was running
out of shit and he really wanted his first taste of cock. The quarterback
took no offense when Wil stopped hoovering the shit off his chest and
instead raised himself up onto his hands and knees, mouth hanging open like
a baby bird. Their kicker Ryan obliged, shoving his cock down Wil's virgin
pig throat. Caleb figured he'd must of have practiced on dildos because he
deep-throated Ryan’s decently-sized meat like a pro. Johnny, the
defensive end who was taking Wil's cunt cherry sped up his humping and
unloaded deep into Wil's meaty black ass. No sooner did he pull out from
the hole than another teammate slid his cock in, bottoming out in the cunt
well-lubed by Johnny's heavy load.


Caleb slithered out from under Wil’s hands-and-knees position,
and got back to his feet, joining the rest of his team as they stood around
the gangbang of their visitor. One cock after another disappeared down
Wil's throat and ass. No one was interested in lingering or taking their
time. This was rapid-fire fucking -- one cock after another after another
filling Wil's ass and stomach with teen loads. Wil took them all without
hesitation, especially ensuring that he drank down every drop of every load
from his throat fuckers. The entire Pigs roster rotated through the moaning
whore in a matter of minutes, Wil taking twenty loads from the
cigar-smoking team. His eggplant skin was glistening in sweat. Caleb went
last, sliding into the cum-drenched cunt that was pouring out a near
waterfall of thick, jizz. Wil moaned with a bit of melancholy, knowing this
was the end of his gangbang since everyone had cum. As Caleb humped him
doggy style, he clutched him close, leaning over his back to press his face
against the black teen's cheek. "What's wrong?"


Wil smiled at how tender the quarterback's voice was with concern, even as
Caleb was jackrabbit-fucking him in a hole that was already greased with
nine loads from other guys. "Everyone's cum,” he said, Caleb
smelling all the hot cum on Wil’s breath. “After you
breed me, I guess I'll head back."


Caleb laughed. "Dude, we're just getting started. Look around." For the
first time in a while Wil's sight wasn't blocked by some guy pounding his
throat and he was able to look around the smoke-thick, stinking locker
room. Everyone was still hard! Not just hard, but they had broken off into
groups of three, four, five, and more and were all busily fucking, sucking,
fisting, and more. Caleb kept pistoning from behind as he spoke into Wil's
ear, "We can cum all night. Don't ask me how ... it just started
happening. But we hardly ever lose our hard-ons and there's always another
load to pump out. The amount doesn't even diminish. This isn't the end of
the night, this is just the beginning. Anything you want, just ask. My team
is here for you bro. Let's make it a night to remember."  And with that he
picked up his pace again, shouting, "AHHHH FUCK," as he unloaded one more
pile of jizz into Wil's already overflowing cunt.


After Caleb pulled out, Wil collapsed onto his back on the mattress. He
didn't dare touch his cock, knowing it was ready to erupt at any
second. Caleb collapsed next to him, snuggling against his dark, sweaty
skin. He called into the crowd for Jesse to bring him Wil's bag, and Wil
saw that they must have smuggled out his gym bag too back when they
spirited him away from his team. Caleb reached in and grabbed Wil's phone,
checked it, and then dialed a number. "Hey Dad, it's me. Yeah, this is
another guy's phone. Hey, listen ... the team just gang fucked the most
awesome dude from the Cougars. He's so fucking hot. He's already eaten two
piles of shit. Wait til you see his cock. I want him to come to our
barbeque tomorrow. Yeah. So, here's the plan: I'm going to text you his
dad's number. Call him and tell him Wil's made some new friends and is
hoping to stay for our nice, wholesome family gathering tomorrow. Yeah, I
know...just lay it on thick ... bank president, very responsible, of course
no drinking or drugs. That's why you are calling him personally, you are so
fucking responsible," Caleb chuckled, winking over at Wil, who was agape
listening to the conversation. Caleb was talking to his own father about
shit eating and gangbangs and hot cocks! "O.K.," Caleb said, "sounds
good. Thanks dad; love you. Hope you get some giant cock tonight too."


Wil was too stunned to say anything, so instead he just leaned over to run
his tongue along Caleb's face. The quarterback sensed what he wanted and
moved until Wil's mouth was at his nose. Wil took the hint and slid his
slobbering tongue deep into Caleb's nostril, swabbing it around like a
writhing eel. Caleb used his fingers to pick his other nostril, hauling out
boogers that he smeared along Wil's thick lips. Then they switched and Wil
moaned as Caleb's probing tongue went deep into one nostril then the
other. He blew down hard each time, hoping to cover his new lover's tongue
in snot. Just then the phone rang, and Wil saw it was his dad. This time
Caleb listened in, going to work on Wil's sweaty armpit as he did: "Hi
Dad. Yeah, I'm glad Mr. Stonepol got you. Yeah, I know it is late notice,
but I just really hit it off with his son and they invited me. Can I stay
and they'll drive me back tomorrow evening? Yes, dad, they are very good
people. Yes dad, very good Christians. Yep, lemonade and soda pop for
sure. Okay, thanks dad. Can you call Coach and let him know? He'll need
your permission for me to skip the bus ride home. Yep, perfect. Thanks
dad. See you tomorrow night."


"Well, I guess I'm all yours," he told the quarterback who was busily
swabbing out his rank pits. Caleb came up for air grinning, his face
plastered in slobber, sweat, and teen musk.


"I'll be right back," he said mischievously, as he disappeared into the
smoky haze. Wil could smell that as the cigars were becoming smoked down,
the team had switched to enjoying some weed -- actually a lot of weed --
which potently blended with the cigar stink. There were also swirling white
clouds mixing into the fog, and sure enough, when Caleb returned, he had a
pair of meth pipes and a small torch.


"Fuck yeahhh," Wil moaned, and soon the two were engulfed in their own
cloudy cocoons. "Just lemonade and soda pop," he repeated with a
laugh. Fuck he loved this town. Caleb must have spread the word when he'd
gotten up, because after the pipes were fully smoked out, Wil saw that the
team had gathered around the filthy mattress again. Even as they stood
around smoking reds, joints, and tina, the entire squad released their
bladders all over their quarterback and his guest. The feel of 20 cocks
simultaneously unloading gallons of piss all over Wil's body was
amazing. He gulped down a fraction of what was cascading over him, soaking
him and Caleb and turning the mattress into a rank, sopping mess. As the
two writhed under the streams, Caleb popped a pill into Wil's mouth, which
he washed down with piss. Then the quarterback climbed astride the hot,
black teen and lowered himself onto Wil's monstrous cock. The team pointed
their streams onto Wil's donkey dick, lubing it with piss as Caleb sank
himself down further and further. His eyes rolled up into his head as he
bottomed out on the giant cock. Wil just lay back in the inches of
stagnating piss that surrounded him, and let the quarterback ride him,
which Caleb did expertly -- sliding almost to the very end of the pole, but
never enough to lose it, only to let gravity slam his ass back down to the
base in gut-churning strokes. "Somebody feed me," Wil begged in a lewd
moan, his mouth hanging open and drooling.


Someone -- it didn't matter who -- squatted over Wil's panting face. In a
matter of seconds, the hairy hole was expanding and a monster brown snake
began to flow down into Wil's mouth. He let it slide into his throat, where
he held it as other logs dropped out with a splat onto his face. By the
time whichever Pig was shitting had finished, Wil had a pile of turds on
his face and in his mouth. Caleb retrieved one from his seat on
Wil’s cock, and began sucking on it while Wil tackled the
others, hungrily chewing and swallowing, filling his pig stomach. Caleb
watched the depraved meal disappear down Wil's gullet and moaned with
pleasure as he heard the horny black teen beg for another pile of shit. He
was lost in pure lust as he rode the cornerback's immense cock, looking on
as another of his teammates squatted down and unleashed his guts, this time
a runny wet sludge. Wil let it all pour into his mouth, gulping with loud,
belching smacks of his lips. "More," he practically screamed when the
sewage had gone down his insatiable drain.


In all, another five football players donated their dumps to Wil's
degenerate feast. Heavy turds and watery runs, creamy piles and rigid
logs. They all disappeared as Wil eat every scrap of shit that was
provided. Caleb kept riding and watching, blown away by his fucker's
nastiness and perversion. At some point, Jesse came up behind him and
pushed him down onto Wil's chest, so that he could double fuck his best
friend alongside the horsehung newcomer.  Caleb just groaned and jabbered
incoherently as his cunt stretched to the ripping point with cock. The pill
he had given Wil, along with the meth, was keeping his black lover from
blowing his load too soon, but Jesse was eager to drain his balls
again. Fucking hard and fast he came quickly up his buddy's cunt, soaking
Wil's anaconda in the process. As Jesse wondered off for more holes to pump
and dump into, Wil rolled he and Caleb over without ever withdrawing his
cock. Soon he was on top, churning the quarterback's cunt missionary style,
now with the aid of Jesse's slippery cum lube.


Caleb looked up lovingly at this new-found pig fucking his hole. Wil was
sweating profusely and Caleb could hear the cornerback's guts churning and
gurgling loudly. Nasty belches blasted his face as Wil loudly burped one
belch after another. Caleb locked his legs around Wil, trying to draw his
never-ending cock even deeper inside him. "Do it," he moaned, locking eyes
with Wil. "Do it you donkey dicked nigger fucker.” Wil loved
hearing Caleb’s filthy words. “Your fucking nigger
pig stomach is packed with shit and piss and cum. Too much shit. So fucking
full. You gotta do it fucker. You gotta give it me." Wil moaned and
shuddered before starting to heave. "DO IT YOU FUCKING NIGGER PIG
FUCKER. PUKE YOUR GUTS OUT." Wil's heaves got stronger as he continued to
pound Caleb into the filthy, piss-drenched mattress. "PUKE ALL OVER ME YOU
SICK FUCKING NIGGER MONSTERCOCKED PIG!!!" And then Wil did exactly that,
mountains of undigested shit and loads of swallowed football player cum
spewing from his mouth all over Caleb's face, hair, and chest. Even as he
was puking in body-rocking spasms, he fucked the quarterback harder and
harder, slamming the bottom's cunt with all his might as another wave of
puke projectiled all over him and the mattress.


"FUCCKKK, I'm cumming," Wil bellowed, his mouth dripping with yellow bile
and chunks of shit. His horsecock began swelling and pumping inside Caleb,
even as Wil hurled again, cumming and puking in perfect
synchronicity. Gallons of black pig jizz filled Caleb's shit tunnel with
scalding heat at the same time he felt the scalding heat of puke smacking
his face. Completely drenched in stomach swill and sloppy sewage, the
quarterback's balls drew up and he began pumping out ropes of jizz without
ever touching himself.


"OH MY GOD, OH FUCK, FUCCKKKK," he shouted to the ceiling, his words
slightly muffled as the rivers of puke streamed into his mouth as he
screamed in ecstatic orgasm.  His massive load splatted onto his
puke-covered chest and he rubbed the slurry together over his pecs and abs,
as the final shots of cum pooled at his cock's sensitive tip. Wil was also
shaking in his final spasms, and the last cannon fires of cum concluded the
most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life. Caleb gasped and then
whimpered as Wil pulled his donkey dick out of his host's red, puffy
cunt. The two instinctively reached for each other -- a sweet, young, teen
couple cuddling in a perverted pool of puke, undigested shit, cum, and
piss. The team's kicker Ryan thoughtfully brought them a pair of
just-blazed blunts, as they snuggled their filth-slick bodies together.


Inhaling deeply, Wil held the excellent weed's smoke in his lungs before
exhaling a long, slow cloud. "So, what's this barbeque tomorrow," he asked
as the warm glow spread through his body.


Caleb similarly blew clouds of blueish smoke towards the locker room
ceiling, replying, "I'm introducing my dad to my little brothers." Already
stoned, he started laughing uncontrollably at the confused look on Wil's
face, also hearing how funny that sentence sounded. Between tokes and
giggles, he explained how elementary school boys were now part of his daily
school routine, including Fuckcess, and how he had fallen in love with
these two boys named Skip and Kenny. "They are the brothers I've never
had. And tomorrow, I've invited them and their dads to our house for a
barbeque, so everyone can meet and fuck." Through his stoned haze, Wil just
marveled at everything he heard as well as everything he'd just done. Even
as he began plotting how to get his father to move them to Grassmore, Caleb
added, "Plus dad says he has a present for me that he'll give me at the
party." Rolling over on top of Wil, he kissed him gently, "And now you'll
be there too. Another pig I've fallen in love with." Wil's eyes welled up
as he kissed the quarterback's puke and shit-soaked lips. He couldn't
believe he'd found this perfect guy and all his perfect friends and this
perfect town. The two kissed tenderly as the football team's orgy around
them continued into the night, lost in their piggy happiness.