Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2018 16:33:03 +0100
From: gayspunk <gayspunk@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay Pig, chapter 2: Pig day Part 1

# Gaypig
## Chapter: Pig day part I

Kneeling in a car park, naked, rigid hard-on and a stranger's cock shoved
in my face, this was surreal. I agreed to be a pig, and I was getting used
hard and fast.

From my diary for the weekend. You can see a shot of me cuffed and pigging
at https://www.flickr.com/photos/gaypig/9366113218 if you allow restricted
photos. Feedback and encouragement welcome at gayspunk@gmail.com. Thank you
to all those pig fanciers that have emailed me. If you make withdrawals
from the Nifty wank bank, consider squirting a deposit at
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html, cum again.

____

### Caught

An open relationship and the on/off nature of contract work, means I often
spend afternoons sucking cock in the sauna, on the understanding that it
stayed meaningless sex with strangers to spice up our sex life. The nearest
gay sauna is a short ride on the 176 bus, a real temptation. What my
boyfriend did not know was that when he was off on work trips, I surf
profiles on Grindr and Squirt, fishing for no strings hookups with tops,
bondage and "right now" cottaging blow jobs, filling my need for something
more kinky than is on offer at home. I normally stick to a one-fuck rule,
though a few have been multiple fucks. One guy who lives on the next street
and I have seen around with his cute boyfriend, has caught me on Grindr
over lunchtime several times and messages to say his balls need emptying
and I strip, leave my front door unlocked, and get ready on the stairs with
my arse up and head down. He walks in, hard fucks my arse, dumps his load,
and walks out without a word said.

I watch my weight and am a dark hairy guy of average height and average
uncircumcised cock. I guess I lucked out that I have no natural "type" and
find more unusual looking guys sexy. If your ears stick out, you have
tattoos, are short, tall, skinny as a rake, hairless or big and bearish and
point your cock at me, I cannot wait to get my hands and tongue on you.
Several guys have posted close up shots of me swallowing their cock or with
it ramming my arse, and many guys on Grindr track their shags by taking a
few photos. Though most hookups avoid having their face in shot, it turns
me on to add to my album of cocks sucked with me working on them. When
photos appear on sites like Tumblr, I get a kick from wanking over sleazy
comments. What the hell, it's anonymous.

An old friend of my boyfriend, whom I had met a couple of times but hardly
spoken to, emailed me at work. He wrote he would like to catch up with both
of us, but had contacted me as he was really getting a kick from seeing me
getting off with so many guys. He wanted to set a date to get my lips on
his cock, and asked if my boyfriend would want to join in. The email
included a couple of links, and a request to see more. Considering how much
amateur gay porn was out there, I never expected someone from real life
would randomly recognise me from a sex photo or mobile video clip on an
amateur sex website. With butterflies in my stomach for the rest of the
day, I resisted clicking on the links until I got home, the last thing I
want is to trigger a porn block at work from my own photos.

He had shots of me cocksucking, ball licking and eating cum, all with my
face in shot. No point in denying they were me. I sent an email saying my
boyfriend knows I have fun when he is away, but preferred not to know how
many guys, or who they are, so please keep the photos a secret. He could
see I was into cum, so confessed I am grateful for cock, and happy to give
him a blow job any time. He replied that I should count on draining his
balls, but as I offer to suck any random guy who points his cock at me, he
expects more.

From his Flickr link I could see he was into S&M, known as Master D, with a
hobby of dominating. Thinking of him looking through my cocksucking photos,
I dropped my pants to wank while surfing. I started clicking to give him
full access to my albums on Flickr, knowing he can download and keep
photos, including close up portraits with cum over my face and being
fucked. He must have had Flickr on his mobile as minutes later he invited
several photos to be shared on sex groups, and sent a Flickr message
ordering me to accept every invite. In the same message he said there were
plans for a bondage group get together north of Oxford, and he thought I
would get a kick being on display as a party pig. This was getting weird,
but I get turned on by sex dares and having a turn at being their group pig
sounded hot. Wanking, I could feel my heart pounding, his orders were
hypnotic and on instinct I used my free hand to tick off the invites and
warnings about posting private photos to public groups, without reading
them. While looking at the closeups of my face being fed cock, now visible
to God knows how many kinky guys worldwide, I spray a load over my chest,
then wipe it over my face and lick my hand.

He sent a couple more emails, getting me to confess some past dares, my
nudist and group experiences, how being on a PrEP trial had resulted in
more anonymous sex, and my fantasies of getting humiliated and exposed. It
felt good to talk to someone about this side of myself. Master D called my
bluff, and challenged me to spend a day next weekend as a party cock
pig. They would ensure nothing too painful or as extreme as scat, but to be
the official pig for a day, I must consent be used and shared without
hesitation. As an incentive Master D said they would aim to beat my
personal best, 14 different cocks sucked and 5 loads swallowed last year in
one darkroom session.

### Train station

I arrived by train at the unmanned stop, a place I had never heard of
before, following last minute instructions by dressing in old sports kit,
going commando and carrying nothing. Even my mobile phone was left behind
and house keys left in a handy hiding place. I was wearing a tee-shirt, cap
and tracksuit. The cotton shirt, socks and old trainers were white, with
the track suit made of black polyester. Being told to wear cheap clothes
was a turn on, dressing in a chav style felt like I was undercover, free to
adopt a more sleazy and laddish alter ego.

It was a relief to get out of the warm carriage, British trains were never
designed for a sunny day. From London it took over an hour to take two
short rural trains, the last announced apologetically as old replacement
stock with no air conditioning. It had been boring with no mobile phone to
distract me, it was impossible to ignore the track suit sticking to my
back, and my arse felt wet after having to sit on a cheap hard
seat. Waiting for the other two people who left the train to get across the
pedestrian bridge ahead of me, I waited on the platform, admiring the
parallel river with a moored canal boat nearby, and the woods beyond
that. The idyllic scene was spoiled by the sound of an occasional car
tearing along the flyover a hundred yards or so up the track. I tugged the
pants loose from my buttocks and stretched in a light breeze to dry off. I
got out the black restraint collar that Master D had commented on in one of
my photos, but I had never dared wear outside of a bedroom. With the
platforms empty, I strapped the collar tight around my neck, loving the
sensation of warm leather and cool metal rings. The bag went in a recycling
bin at the exit, along with a half drunk bottle of water, GWT timetable,
and a Metro paper with most of the puzzle page completed. It felt
liberating to leave carrying nothing. The track suit fabric brushed my cock
head as I walked out, and I could not stop getting hard, enough to start
drawing back my foreskin. That might have been the cialis I popped on the
train, the only "party" drug I take, cheap, legal and guarantees getting a
stiffy at any erotic thought I have for at least a day.

I was told to be a good pig I should avoid talking, but should properly
reply to any question. I guess everyone wants a pig to shut up and get on
with sucking or to squirm on their cock. We met at the back of the near
empty car park, more of a dirt layby with a row of widely spaced cars and
some unidentifiable heavy machinery stored at the end. We stood behind a
dirty Bedford van, out of view of the entrance, though I expected the stop
would be deserted until the next slow train. He was busy typing on his
phone. I waited and smiled nervously, but realised this was the wrong thing
to do and stood patiently in front of him, hands at my sides, looking down
at my cock making a ridiculously obvious tent in my pants. There was a loop
of heavy chain and a pair of handcuffs protruding from his trousers. I was
excited to think that these must be for restraining me later. He reached
for the D-ring on my collar, using it to pull me forward until my head was
close to his chest.

"Ready to be a cum eating pig, a complete cocksucker?" I nodded, my mouth
salivating in anticipation of sucking cock, his grip on the collar limiting
my movement. He reached down to hold my cock and balls through the thin
trackies. "Did you follow orders like a good little pig and come commando?"
I nodded, he could feel my cock twitching in his palm and must be able to
feel I had no underwear on. He slowly unzipped the front of my top and used
a finger to pull at the neck of my tee-shirt. "Bad pig. Commando is one
layer or nothing against your pig skin. Off it comes." I helped as he
pulled the top down my arms, and it dropped on the dirt. Like airport
security, he frisked under my tee-shirt, watching me stiffen as he pinched
my nipples hard. "Rings or piercings?" I shook my head. "Pity, jewelry
counts as a layer, it would have been fun to have nipple rings or a nose
ring to tug on."

I automatically rubbed my stiff cock and grabbed my balls. "Whoa, stop
that. Cock, balls, arsehole, are for men to handle, not pigs. Hands off our
toys." Turning me round and pulling my wrists behind my back, he snapped
handcuffs on tight. They were the solid type, so allowed hardly any
movement. The erotic charge from being restrained was electric, knowing I
was now unable to cover my tenting cock or even adjust it. "Tell you what
pig, we can make it easy for you to be good. Shall we let the guys you are
a hardcore pig, desperate to be kept cuffed all weekend, with toys
permanently on display?" He held my cock, and looked me in the eyes. I
pressed my cock further into his palm, imagining staying cuffed and groped
by strangers, and nodded. My cock gave me away by twitching, excited. "Ah,
I was not serious, a pig's hands can keep men entertained when their mouth
needs a rest, but as you are turned on by being a full on trussed up hog,
I'll do you a favour. These cuffs can stay locked, if you pig out
convincingly, you can have a time-out to stretch. No changing rules
later. No complaining unless you want to be punished, though maybe you
would be up for getting your arse spanked?" As he spoke he kept rubbing my
cock and I kept nodding, loving the idea of getting held down by several
guys while they took turns spanking me.

"Shoes or socks? One layer or none, make a choice." Arms behind my back,
all I could do was kick off the trainers. Perhaps punishment for not
checking what he meant by commando, would be walking in my socks. His hand
slid down the back of my trackie bottoms, squeezing my buttocks, and he
seemed to approve as I took the initiative to show willing and leaned
forward and relaxed, letting him rub against my sweat lubed arse ring. He
almost had me in a hug as he felt around my hips. Fishing in my pockets he
pulled out the day train ticket and about 25 quid in cash. He shoved them
back in, and used the pocket like a glove to rub my cock again.

"Forget money. For the next 24 hours you are a pig, here for breeding,
focus on cock. If thirsty, ask and someone might piss in your mouth. For
food don't worry, you are going on a strict high protein diet of cum." My
throat suddenly felt dry as a bone. I skipped breakfast for a small coffee,
and expecting a fuck, douched several times to clean myself out. Having
eaten nothing since yesterday and a cleaned out gut, I wondered if this
order was for real. I knew he had seen photos of me slurping down a guy's
stream of piss, but being forced to drink nothing else was one hell of a
dare. Turning me back, he pulled on the waist and lowered my trousers until
my six inch hardon popped up between us, pulsing with my heart beat in the
cool air.

"Bad, piggy, those balls are not commando." Confused, I realised he had put
a finger under my tight black rubber cock ring. Oh Jesus, if he tried to
yank it off while my cock was hard, my bollocks were going to be painfully
squashed.

"A committed pig should be given a nose ring, but shall we keep the cock
ring for the moment?" Relieved, I said yes please, but then he untied the
string of the tracksuit bottoms, and let them drop down to my ankles.
Deliberately pinning them to the ground by keeping his foot between my
legs, he gave me a gentle push backwards. "I approve of your choice,
getting rid of the pants. Though let's be honest, as an exhibitionist, you
wanted all the toys on public display anyway." I stumbled and awkwardly
dragged my feet free to avoid tripping over, ending up with my back pressed
against the van. Holy crap, it had been a few minutes and Master D had me
handcuffed and publicly exposed in a car park. Naked from the waist down
apart from cock ring and socks, unable to cover myself, I recognised one of
my confessed fantasies of forced stripping had already been turned into
gritty reality. My heart was pounding, but I felt great, this was no more
extreme than being on a nudist beach, so I straightened up and stood with
my feet apart to show off my balls better.

"Learn the lesson, commando means commando." He picked up my tracksuit and
wrapped the clothes around my trainers. I expected him to put them in his
car, but he paused for a moment weighting them in his hand, then watching
my face he carelessly threw the small bundle hard over the railway's metal
fence and several yards into the no man's land of thick brambles, litter
and trees edging the car park. My mouth fell open in surprise as they
vanished out of sight, along with my cash and ticket home. Master D was not
messing around, there was no way I was getting my pants or shoes back, this
felt way out of control. It was then I noticed a security camera on a pole,
pointing straight at us. I had been stupid to get into this with no backup
plan or written down limits, and realised that agreeing to be this guy's
pig, included control of me and everything I arrived with. He had the email
where I had listed my fantasies, and I wondered if that had become a hit
list. He stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth, I stopped thinking and
automatically licked them. He used his now spit wet hand to yank back my
foreskin, and rapidly wanked my cock, getting me harder until I moaned out
loud. I felt stupid, but it was obvious to Master D I was increasingly
turned on by the real risks of being naked apart from a teeshirt, on
display in a public place in handcuffs and slave collar, with my face
probably being recorded on CCTV. In that moment, everything seemed to slot
into place, it felt right being here, being used as a nasty slutty pig. I
looked up at the camera, imagining I was putting on a show for a bored
security guard, watching a naked sex addict getting wanked live on his
monitor.

Squeezing my balls with rough hands and flicking my hardon, Master D said
"I can see you are enjoying yourself, but don't dare fucking cum." My heart
was pounding, and I tried to relax my balls but my cock stayed hard thanks
to the tight cock ring. He got the chain out and neatly clicked the end
onto a D-ring on my collar.

Pulling the chain, he led me around the van. I was startled to see that the
next car we walked in front of had someone in the driver's seat, and he was
giving me a good look over. I wondered if this was a dogging spot. Master D
dragged me round to the side of the car, positioning me between him and the
driver. This must have been arranged, I was on display, fresh meat for one
of his BDSM buddies.

The stranger had a big grin on his face, with a goatee, probably in his
30s, and was wearing a shirt as if he was on an office lunch break, but had
a large nose ring and ear rings. The car side window whirred down, and he
took a couple of photos of me on his mobile. He got out of his car and he
looked lanky, nearly a foot taller than me. He lifted off my cap to show my
shaven head, and looked me over. "Christ, must be on heat, shamelessly
displaying its hot arsehole like that. This one is a wannabe cum dump,
right? How about we advertise as a natural real pig then, and get that
teeshirt off." I had no idea what he meant by advert, and they seemed to
have no intention of explaining. A cuff was unlocked, and I helped by
lifting my arms as they pulled off my top, chucking it on the car back
seat, along with my cap and then even my socks were pulled off. I flushed
from getting stripped, with the leather collar and the relocked handcuffs
making this a kinky scene, emphasising my nakedness. The new guy put his
face up against mine, ensuring my eyes stayed locked onto his as he licked
his fingers and slowly stroked down my chest, pulled hard on my balls with
one hand and slowly wanked me with the other. "It feels so much better in
just your skin, right pig?" I happily nodded and could not help but smile
back. With Master D holding me immobile from behind, he pressed himself
fully against my front, still wanking my cock. He kissed me, and I
responded taking his tongue, sucking it deeply and swallowing his
spit. When I started thrusting my pelvis into him, he stopped and stood
back, wiping his hand clean of precum on my face.

My cock was painfully hard, and all I could think of was getting wanked as
he got his phone out again, getting full frontal shots. Master D kicked my
feet from behind, getting me to spread my legs wide then grabbed my balls,
stretching them down and forwards, forcing my pelvis out to display me like
meat for the camera. He whispered in my ear, "lick your lips piggy. Show
everyone how desperately you want to suck and fuck." He nudged my legs and
wordlessly pushed me down, so I was kneeling looking up at the camera, my
tongue wetting my lips and with the chain jerked back making the collar
press tight on my neck and bending my torso backwards. I heard the phone
make a couple of whoosh sounds, like he was posting shots live. The goateed
guy was engrossed in getting a close up of my cock, so jumped in surprise
as a nearby small van door slammed shut, and a cheery voice shouted over,
"You guys making porn?"

The van driver walked over. He was wearing a well worn gray and black
boiler suit and looked big, over six foot, with a small beer belly. Master
D put a firm hand on my shoulder, keeping me kneeling bollock naked in the
empty car space, now surrounded by three clothed men, two were complete
strangers. I looked up at the van driver, could see he was probably a farm
worker, my instincts honed from cottaging around London public toilets
convinced me he was up for it, confirmed when he adjusted his cock, and I
just felt horny being displayed to this stranger. I cheekily twitched my
cock as his eyes lingered on it.

Master D nodded in welcome and calmly said to the goateed photographer,
"Get your dick out. You've snogged and jerked the pig, you worked it up,
time to feed it a snack." The goateed guy unzipped his flies, and I could
not stop myself sighing in pleasure at the sight as he gobbed on his hand
and stroked the shaft of his circumcised cock, getting it poking up to
around seven inches. He held the top of my shaved head steady as he told me
to lick the tip. The smell of fresh cock was an incredible turn on. My
stomach growled loud enough for everyone to hear. Salivating, not having
eaten all day, my gut responded as if I was about to bite into a juicy
burger.

Focused on the taste of precum and smell of cock, it became simple to
follow orders and forget about everything else but being a pig, giving this
unnamed guy as much pleasure as possible. Running my tongue underneath his
shaft, he let my head go and in 3 seconds I had worked down to his shaved
pubes. Playing my mental trick of putting aside the instinct to cough, I
flattened the back of my tongue, fully opened my throat and moved forward
to let his knob head slide down. With my nose pressed in his pubes, I felt
satisfied, at home, my tongue licking his churning balls while I held my
breath.

"Fucking hell, he's deep throating you like a whore." Pleased my sucker
practice in the sauna was paying off, I pulled back slowly, letting the
knob head pop past my tonsils out of my throat. Synchronizing my breathing
like a swimming stroke, less than a second later I swallowed him back
down. Goat guy was getting the works as I let a natural rhythm take over of
breathe, lick down, swallow, throat grip, enjoy licking his balls, reverse,
repeat.

Two minutes of this energetic sucking and his balls were already pulling
up, I could feel his cock head swelling larger. "I can't hold on. This
greedy pig is going to suck me down to hell." He gripped my head hard
enough to make me dizzy, and pushed as far as he could down my throat, the
bottom of his stomach pressing my nose flat. The strong urge to cough was
making my throat grip and gulp downwards. As I was suppressing the urge to
expel outwards, my body was instead instinctively trying to force the cock
head blocking my throat to finish its journey to my stomach, sucking him
further. At that moment I could feel the first jet of cum shoot along his
jerking shaft and neatly squirt into my guts. With my hands cuffed behind
me, I was his face fuck sex toy, mechanically trying to swallow, focused on
nothing else. He pulled backwards, allowing the beautiful musky flavour and
scent of his spunk to reach my taste buds, my cock fucking the air in
excitement, then he was deep into my throat again as the next volley shot
out. He shouted out as he came, anyone in the car park would know that
someone was having an orgasm. I was fed with another 3 heavy jets of spunk,
then he pulled out and splashed over my face, making me jerk back as jizz
hit my eyes. The cock was resting back in my mouth where he released
several ropes of hot spunk. I gulped it down like swallowing oysters, it
was such a big load, surely he must have been saving it up for a couple of
days. Before I could finish cleaning him off, another pair of hands turned
my head and a cock slapped on my wet face. The day was starting at full
speed, naked and working on a second cock. I arrived fifteen minutes ago
and had yet to leave the train station.

Master D said, "Go ahead, feed the pig, stick it in." Through my blurred
vision, I could make out the van driver, boilersuit dropped around his
legs, leaving a singlet and lowered boxer shorts. He must have been
wanking, and on the edge, as before I had a chance to look at his knob or
get ready, he had forced it past my lips, tongue and was banging at my
throat. Oh crap, this was a big one and he was making this difficult, my
throat was closing up against being forced, and he pushed harder. I kept my
eyes closed and focused on keeping my throat open wide and relaxed.

"Can the pig take it all?" Master D said something to encourage him to
force it in to me, but I stopped paying attention and tricked my throat
into a yawn. His hands pressed on the back of my head as his fat cock head
went past the point of no return, and slipped down the rest of the way. My
face was getting rubbed hard in his wiry pubes. Feeling his balls edging my
lips, I started my party trick of licking his balls in time to flexing
throat muscles. He started jabbing his cock as far as he could, his hands
forcing my head further, keeping his cock head deep down, my tongue still
working. Jesus he was rougher than I expected, but luckily he did not take
long to get to the point of orgasm, he held still and I could feel the
entire length of his shaft stiffen and jerk. Licking harder and wanking him
with my throat by moving slightly up and down, I was rewarded by hearing
him let out a long soft groan and experienced that intimate moment between
two guys, feeling his shaft and swollen cock head deep inside me, our
bodies working together to drain his balls. He was too far down for me to
taste anything, but it was incredibly horny, physically feeling his hot
load spurting inside my chest, straight to my guts. I was in cum pig
heaven. Seven strong spurts later, he was spent, but continued to hold his
cock firmly in visualising his cock dribbling out the last juices. My
tongue was massaging his balls, getting them to release every drop, while
my lungs were now feeling hotter, straining for air. Practice had made me
an expert at taking a quick fresh breath when a guy was pumping in and out,
but with a fat cock held this deep, all I could do was hold on like I was
taking a dive. He pulled out, I could feel every inch passing back, and as
his cock head reluctantly popped past my tonsils, I could not help but draw
a large breath and it was impossible not to cough. A jet from his cock went
the wrong way, I was flooded with the smell and taste of acidic spunk. Cum
was forced through my sinuses, and my nose burned as jizz spurted out,
making my whole head feel like it had filled with this random guy's spunk.

"Thanks mate, that was the best blowjob I've had for years." The van driver
squeezed his cock and wiped it clean across the top of my head, then was
pulling up his boiler suit, and thanking Master D, like he was my gay
pimp. My throat was sore, returning to its normal size I guess, and as I
could not wipe my nose, it felt weird as what must be pure cum was running
from it, joining the earlier load from goat guy that had splattered over me
and I could feel drying on, tightening the skin on my face like an
expensive facial treatment.

Master D and the van driver were still talking, with their phones out, as
the goateed guy got hold of my collar and pulled me up. I realised he had
taken control of the chain locked to it at some point when I was blowing
the van driver. "Get in the back of the car piggy, and put back on that
teeshirt, we don't want to get arrested." I realised that a train was
pulling in to the station, and I could see a silhouette of a man leaning on
the wall watching from the nearby flyover, probably had been there all
along. I was pushed forwards through the rear car door, goat guy threw in
the heavy chain, closing the door. With my hands cuffed behind me, I fell
on the back seat and squirmed around to a sitting position. My teeshirt and
socks were on the floor, but I had no idea how to put them on.

I looked down at my dusty scuffed knees and hard cock, no longer feeling
hungry with two loads of cum in my stomach, but could really do with water
to cool my throat and refresh my cum-gummy mouth. Licking the remaining
taste off my lips and feeling my face start to itch with the drying spunk,
I remembered that Master D had committed me to sucking a dozen more guys
today, and now I had been showing off my deepthroating skill, they would
probably want the same level of service. This was going to be horny but
bloody hard work. I had missed what the three guys were talking about
outside, and was surprised to see Master D get in a nearby car and drive
off.

Goat guy got in the car and started the engine. Looking back at me, he
grinned as he saw my hard-on. I wanted to ask about his nose ring, maybe he
was a part time pig. I expect my boyfriend would freak out if I got my nose
pierced, but I was seriously thinking about it. He fished my baseball cap
off the floor, and jammed it back on my head.

"I liked the photos he sent around, but had no idea Master D found a cum
pig that can deep throat, cool. Sorry, can't unlock you to put the teeshirt
back on, I don't have the key. Shift your arse forwards for a moment." I
lifted my knees and lay down in the middle of the back seat, my arms now
awkwardly pressed under me, leaving my cock and arse raised slightly. Goat
guy licked his hand, wanked my foreskin up and down again, and slipped two
of his long fingers past my arse ring feeling for my prostate, watching a
drop of precum leak from my cock as it jerked in response. He pulled out,
made me say "ouch", by giving my balls an unexpectedly hard slap, then
sniffed his fingers. Over his shoulder I could see a few people were
entering the car park from the station, but goat guy seemed
unconcerned. "Anyway, we know you get turned on by having your arse and
balls on display, everyone has seen what a sex addict you are begging for
jizz, so I'm doing you a favour keeping you on display." Raising a cloud of
dust he came out of the car park on to the quiet road, and keeping low, my
head was pressed back in the seat as he floored the throttle and sped
up. With the station left behind, realization crept over me that nobody was
going to rescue my track suit, and along with my train ticket it really was
gone for good.

"About to go through the town, duck out of sight piggy, take a rest. A few
guys promised to get you started before the party. This full frontal of a
sleazy pig begging to be filled, has already got more guys responding to
the invite." He caught my eye in his rear view mirror and briefly waived
his phone back at me. There was a photo of me taken moments ago, probably
posted on Tumblr, with some text about "cum eating challenge" which I did
not catch. In the shot I was leaning forward hard against the leash with my
tongue out to lick the top of goat guy's cock, I did not realise he had
still been taking photos. With my cock ruling my brain, I was turned on
thinking about it being passed around. I dropped down, knees in one
footwell and unable to hold on to anything as the car shifted about,
instead rested my head down in the other footwell while trying to keep the
cap on.

Goat guy was laughing as he squeezed my buttock. "Keep that arse up and
head down out of sight, don't want to have grannies complaining about the
perverts. That throat looked amazing stretched on a big cock. Thirsty, want
to wash down those loads?"

"Yes sir! A drink would be great." I could see he was drinking from a small
bottle with one hand on the wheel, he seemed to deliberately gulp down the
rest before replying.

"Excellent. Someone will water you at the dogger's layby, keep you
hydrated. There's a lad sent a message he is waiting there with lube,
wanting to get you nice and stretchy. Lucky cum pig."
____
Gaypig
https://www.flickr.com/photos/gaypig