Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2023 07:46:31 -0400 From: AC Subject: Pig in Palm Springs - Part 12 Pig in Palm Springs - Part 12 - Gay Encounters, Urination Donate to the Nifty Archive and support this invaluable resource: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To view other stories, subscribe for updates on this series, visit my Patreon: www.patreon.com/adencamp Always appreciate comments and feedback! Email me: hryjknyk@gmail.com Usual disclaimers apply. If you are not old enough to be on Nifty, you are not old enough to read this story. This is part 11 of many of this story. This series is based on true events (a culmination of multiple trips) and fictional fantasies. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready! I was so turned on, I couldn't help but idly stroke my wet cock and replay my morning in my mind. I reach for the poppers and take a few hits. The tingly sensation rushes through my body as I rub myself down and pull on my cock. I stroke to the edge and pull my hands away. Then repeat a few more times. I'm so torn between blasting off like a cannon and holding out. One more deep hit from the bottle and a furious stroke to the edge before finding someone to take my load, I bargain with myself. I take a long slow inhale, I feel my balls churning with the initial high but it's too much. I feel woozy, my heart is pounding and my head is spinning in the heat but not in a good way. Once my head clears I take it as a sign to hold off on my self-pleasure and see what kind of trouble I can get into. I dry my hands, chug down a bottle of water, and head into the kitchen for a snack. I scroll through my phone as I much on some chips and resist playing with my plump cock when I see a message that makes me grin wickedly. <2.1 Miles away> Kinky Muscle Couple 2 Muscle guys in love who love to get piggy with other hot guys. Both vers, kinky switchers with pics to share. "Hey stud, my man and I are totally into your profile. You down for some wet, sweaty company?" The message was followed by a couple of pictures of the two of them that definitely made my dick jump and then another message; "I'm the blond - thirty-nine 6'0, 205 lbs, eight inches cut, naturally smooth. My husband is the brunette - 6'1, 205, seven inches uncut, shaved." They were fucking hot. The profile pic was the two of them looking like poster boys for a gay eighties volleyball team in bright neon, patterned shorts, coordinating stringy tank tops, and sunglasses with iridescent, rainbow lenses. They had big white smiles and tan skin, and after scrolling through the additional pictures of them naked side by side, absolutely incredible bodies. If it weren't for some very subtle differences like their hair and eye colors, you'd think they were related, possibly even brothers, which is kinda hot in its own way. The messages were sent about thirty minutes ago so I eagerly text back while I crack open a white claw. It's almost noon so why not, I'm on vacation. "Wish you replied sooner - we are just going to the gym now, maybe after if you're around? We'll be sure to get extra sweaty." I can't help but feel a slight disappointment at the idea of having to wait, I've been spoiled by all of the instant gratification so far. I'm about to respond asking what time that might be when an idea pops into my head. I run through the house to one of the other rooms in the front of the house that has been converted into an indoor/outdoor gym. I snap a picture of the space and make sure my almost naked reflection is prominent in the wall-to-wall mirror. I send the picture with "Or just come work out here..." and eagerly await the fate of my pending threesome. I wasn't planning to workout today after my morning run but these two muscle queens were too hot not to join in a midday pump. Almost immediately I get a reply; "Address?" I send them the address and my dick pulses in anticipation The space is incredible for a home gym and was a definite benefit to choosing this house. The room is at the front of the house behind the garage. The former bedroom area has a treadmill, stationary bike, large screen TV, mini fridge stocked with water bottles and eucalyptus-infused damp towels, yoga mats, bosu balls, and three of the walls are mirrored. The fourth wall is all glass and opens to the garage where there are benches, free weights, all professional-grade bars and discs, and a squatting rack. There is literally everything you could possibly need for a full-body workout. I open the glass wall and feel the heat hit me as I walk to the garage door and open that allowing the sun to fill the room. I put on my favorite playlist on the Bluetooth speakers and head back to my bedroom to change. As I pull my piss-soaked Speedo down and kick it to the side, my swollen dick springs free whipping a glob of precum across the closet in front of me. I am in awe of how sexually charged I still am. I decide on the same ripe jockstrap I drove down in, and a pair of tiny white mesh briefs that barely leave anything to the imagination, wondering how long I'll end up keeping any of it on. I opt to stay barefoot since there is a soft rubber mat throughout the entire gym. I head to the gym and notice the heat from the outside has almost taken over the indoor part of the workout space. The lux scent that is infused throughout the house is in here as well however the odors radiating from me make the space smell more like a dank locker room. I hope these guys know what they're in for. As much fun as I'm having, well, fun, I'm actually kind of looking forward to spending time with other people that involves more than just raunchy sex. With all of the encounters I've had in the past twenty-four hours, I haven't spoken to anyone since I left my apartment yesterday morning. Well, aside from Scott. I wonder what he's up to. I open our text thread as I wait for the muscle duo to arrive and type out a few lame attempts at a 'what's up' only to end up just sending the photo of the gym after cropping it so it really was just a picture of me. I was not going to catch feelings for the sexy Brit or entertain my hopeless romantic heart and ruin my sexcation. As soon as I hit send, I hear the buzzer, and rather than head to the front through the house I walk down the driveway past my jeep feeling the hot cement about to burn my soles as I cross to the gate. The two men are as pictured, almost as if they took their profile photo earlier today. They were just as hot in person in their flashy clothes and retro glasses. "Hey, I'm Christian," I introduce myself after opening the gate. "Hey, I'm Chad, this is my husband, Brad," says the slightly taller brunette one. Of course, they have rhyming names too. I am actually beginning to wonder if they are actually brothers. "Thanks for having us over, this is the best version of `two birds one stone' ever!" Chad jokes and we all chuckle before Brad continues. "You smell fucking incredible dude," he says stepping closer to me and making me blush. "You're definitely hot and we totally are down for some sweaty fun, but we do need to get an actual workout in, that cool?" Chad counters as he steps in and takes a quick whiff as a smile creeps on his face and he raises his eyebrows at his husband in appreciation. "Yeah totally, I needed the motivation to work out myself," I reply even though I'm rolling my eyes on the inside. "Great! Mind if we strip down?" "Would mind if you didn't!" I feel slightly shy as I watch them peel off their tank tops and kick off their shoes. These guys are somehow both beefier and leaner than me at the same time and their definition is insane. They obviously take their workouts seriously. Their tan, smooth torsos look like they could be on the cover of the old Abercrombie and Fitch catalogs. In unison, they both turn around and bend over as they slide their colorful shorts down their thick thighs and reveal two incredible, almost identical, smooth, tan asses. From this angle, I couldn't tell who was who aside from seeing a faint dark stubble in Chad's crack and cheeks that are framed by a grey jockstrap and Brad had a black thong swallowed between his round cheeks covered in blond peach fuzz. It took a lot for me to not face plant in one sweaty crack then the other for a taste test but I reasoned it would be even better post-workout. They were both already starting to get a bit shiny with sweat and I couldn't help but lick my lips. I wonder what their pubes are like. They turn around with smiles and tented pouches. I hand them both a towel and a bottle of water. "Gotta stay hydrated in this heat," I say giving them a well-received wink. "Thanks, you going to join us?" Brad asks indicating my shorts were still on. "Of course!" I say as I turn around and make a show of sliding my white shorts down over my furry glutes. "Yum," one of the whispers as the other says "so fucking hairy!" "Glad you like," I smile as I turn back around. I can tell by the look on Brad's face that he's more into working each other out than his husband who is already sliding heavy discs onto the bar set at the bench press. "Christian, mind spotting me?" Chad asks as he lies down on the bench as Brad and I continue to stare at each other. "Sure," I say and walk over to him, making sure my musky crotch is right over his smiling face. "Fuck that's ripe!" he exhales before lifting the heavy bar. After three sets of twelve and increasing the weight with each set, Chad is slick with sweat and when we switch positions, I feel it drip down on me as Brad continues on the treadmill watching us. I always admired other guys while working out but this was a whole new experience, especially being practically naked. I was in my own real-life porn and my cock didn't go down the entire time. The husbands took their workouts seriously and I did my best to focus as well but growing more and more impatient to get my mouth on them. An hour later and with at least two bottles of water each, the whole gym is reeking of testosterone and sexual tension. I gave up working out about five minutes ago and am just sitting on a bench admiring the two of them grunting and groaning as their perfect bodies drip with sweat. "Alright - I'm calling it Chad," Brad pants as he re-racks the weights he was just squatting with. "Ok babe, I'm just about done too." I jump up, excited to get down and dirty with these muscle boys and go closer to Brad, and lay down. "I think you should do one more set," I suggest looking up at him. With a wicked smile of realization, he steps over me. The pouch of his thong is pulled away from his pelvis by his growing, meaty cock, and his smooth balls are ready to slip out. I watch hungrily as his naturally smooth rump slowly lowers down to my face feeling beads of sweat drip down to me. My nose grazes the smooth fabric covering his pucker before he stands back up. "Fuck," I whisper before he does it again. "Fuck it!" I hear Chad say as he reracks the dumbells he was using for bicep curls as Brad lingers on my nose. "Come on baby!" Brad says excitedly before pulling his thong to the side and fully squatting down over my face. I take the cue and eagerly start licking up and down the smooth, slick crack above me. "Oh fuck yeah!" He groans as my tongue swirls around his pink hole. I'm lost in worshiping the sweaty, musky ass above me when I feel a hot splatter hitting my furry chest. "Oh yeah baby, soak us!" Chad hoses the two of us down and Brad moans louder as we get soaked and starts humping my face. When Chad finishes his piss, I feel his face eagerly sucking, licking, and slurping my piss-soaked chest and working his way down. "My husband is such a piss pig," Brad moans in appreciation as he watches his man nuzzle and suck on the stained, wet pouch of my jockstrap. He's snorting and growling as he inhales my crotch with his mouth sucking on my solid prick through the fabric. "Pull it off him and give it to me," Brad tells Chad with a somewhat domineering tone. I feel strong hands pulling at my waistband and I lift my hips to allow it to slide down, letting my cock spring free and slap my abs while my tongue continues to slide in and out of the tight ring above me. "Oh yeah," Brad says taking a deep inhale, "now suck that big hairy dick, slut." Chad is expertly and eagerly slurping down my dripping cock and massaging my sack as I start to notice the dynamic of their relationship. Chad seemed more dominant throughout the workout, taking it much more seriously and continually correcting and pushing his partner who was less than thrilled to delay the pig play he came here for. Brad would try to sneak sniffs and licks of my pits or crotch while we worked out but Chad would always give him a look. Their roles seem to have switched as Brad's tone and commanding directions have Chad eagerly obeying. The whole thing is exciting and I'm having the best time being used as their plaything. "Babe, you have to try this tongue!" Brad says excitedly. "Yes sir!" is Chad's eager supply. I feel the cool air on my wet face as Brad stands up and switches places with his husband. Within seconds Chad has sat his ass on my face as Brad lifts my legs up for him to hold, exposing my furry trench. I lick and suck at the hole in my face as I feel Brad's nose running up and down my sweaty crevice. "Fuck that's good!" I briefly wonder why Chad would shave his ass if his husband was so into my furry one as my tongue slides along his stubble but the thought leaves my mind when Brad's long tongue forces its way into me. I growl into the hole above me and notice how similar the two men taste. I want to grab my dick but know I wouldn't last long from the overwhelming pleasures of being worshiped and worshipping a musky ass. "Stand up slut," Brad says as his tongue slips from my hole. I lay there panting, covered in a mix of our fresh sweat, piss and all the fluids from earlier as the two men smile down at me stroking their big dicks. I catch my breath and get on my knees as Brad steps up to me and I lean forward to sniff and lick his heavy, smooth ball bag. "We're so glad you got back to us in time, aren't we Chad?" "Oh fuck yeah!" "Me too!" I agree before taking Brad's hooded head into my mouth and swirling my tongue around his piss slit tasting his precum. "Chad, get on your knees and help our new friend take care of my fat dick." "Yes sir!" I feel Chad's face against mine as his tongue works along his husband's shaft and then slides into my mouth. We make out with the uncut head between our lips, swapping the flowing precum. The whole thing is incredibly hot and I'm loving all of Brad's directives. "That's enough pig, lay down." Chad pulls his face from mine and practically throws himself on the floor with a huge smile like he knows what is about to happen. I lean back and look back and forth between the two, excited to see what Brad had planned for us next. "Christian, kneel over my slutty husband's face, I have to piss." "You got it!" I say happily as I take my position over the handsome pig on the floor. "Rest those sweaty, hairy nuts on his face, I'm going to flood his hungry mouth." "Fuck, you guys are the best!" I can't contain my enthusiasm for my new piggy friends. I hold my cock and give it a few light strokes as Chad huffs on my musky sack and Brad aims his swollen dick down at the open mouth below me. "Unggghhhh," Brad groans as his hot stream spurts from his head and splashes my crotch and Chad's face. I can't help but stroke my pissy cock as the river of gold floods the thirsty mouth. Chad is humping the air as he obediently gulps down the hot piss that continues to flow strong. I have to let go of my dick, knowing I'm getting close and feeling my own need to unload my bladder. Brad is smiling at me as he redirects his fountain to my chest, then down my abs, cock, and then down Chad's smooth, chiseled torso until he aims it at his rigid pole, standing straight up and leaking. I can see it pulse and spasm in delight as the torrent of piss blasts the head until it finally tapers off. "My husband is such a nasty slut!" Brad says, giving me an explanation that was pretty obvious. I watch as he lowers himself down and aligns his tight, pink hole with his husband's dripping dick. My eyes are wide as Brad slides down the thick shaft below him keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Fuck," I whisper in admiration of the scene in front of me as I feel Chad eagerly licking my dripping nuts as his dick disappears. "Oh fuck baby, I love your piss-covered cock inside me," Brad moans as he bottoms out. He starts to fuck himself on his husband's dick, building a gentle rhythm as he adjusts to the girthy meat stretching him out and then pulls me forward to kiss him. Our kiss is wet, sloppy, and aggressive, just like the way Chad is devouring my hole and moaning beneath me. I can't hold it anymore and moan into Brad's mouth as my dick starts spurting hot, fresh piss all over the three of us. The two men growl in appreciation while I soak them down as they fuck. "Oh fuck baby!" Chad moans into my mouth and I look down to see his drenched abs contracting as he unloads into his lover's cunt. "Yeah pig, fill daddy up with your baby batter!" Brad exclaims, pulling his lips away from me as he rides his husband and jerks his dick under my still-flowing stream. "Fuck! I'm getting close!" I pant as I watch the scene in front of me and start to stroke myself. "Wait!" Brad barks as he drops his dick. In shock, I freeze in place as my piss stream spurts the last splash on the panting abs below me. "I want your seed too!" Brad growls his explanation. He stands up quickly, clenching his ass, practically ignoring the panting mess of muscle on the floor, and bends over one of the benches, presenting his cum filled hole to me. I crawl behind him, desperate to unload my pent-up spunk. Before I line up my cock I can't resist leaning down and driving my tongue inside him and tasting the cum freshly loaded in him. "Fuck me stud, fill this married pussy with your seed!" Brad growls as he clenches his hole on my tongue. I pull my mouth away and replace it with my dripping head and see that Chad had crawled under us and was eagerly sucking his husband's cock as I push the head in. "Oh yeah, fuck me, use my cunt!" "Fuck, it's so wet.." I moan as I force in deeper, sliding my entire length inside his used hole until my bush is against his cheeks. I know I won't last long inside the tight, warmth of the married man in front of me so I just go for it and start pistoning in and out of his tight ring, churning his husband's load inside him. Chad had moved back a bit and I could feel his tongue lapping at the dripping hole as I fuck in and out of it. The whole scene that's been playing out, the edging from earlier, and the overwhelming, intoxicating smells and sounds filling the room are too much and after about a minute I feel my nuts tighten. "Oh fuck man, you ready for more cum?" "Yeah, breed me you hairy stud, fill my cunt!" I can only growl to the point of practically screaming as I feel my cock spasm inside the hot ass wrapped around it. I'm shuddering and convulsing feeling Brad milk my dick from the inside as I hold in place and bite his shoulder. He is groaning and yelling indecipherably as I flood him. Finally, after what feels like a solid minute of my cock blasting off, my orgasm subsides. "Holy fuck, that was so much cum!" Brad pants. "Ha, yeah, I needed that!" I look over Brad's shoulder and can see Chad, face covered in a thick, creamy load, nursing on his man's cock head. "Looks like you did too," I add with a chuckle. "Oh yeah, I did" I start to ease back and feel Brad clamp down on my shaft like a vice as it slips out. "Chad!" Brad barks and I watch Chad scoot back. "Wow," I whisper in admiration as Brad flexes his well fucked hole and the combined loads from me and his husband leak out onto Chad's face and open mouth as he moans in pleasure. Chad leans up and licks Brad's hole clean. Once Brad seems to think his husband had done a good enough job, he stands up and pulls Chad up with him. He starts licking the three of our cum off his lover's handsome face and extends an arm for me to join them. The whole thing is so raunchy and so hot my cock is back at full mast as I join them in a wet, sloppy three-way kiss as we swap our loads. This continues for a while as all our faces are a mess of a mixture of all our bodily fluids and after a few minutes, I have to pull away, feeling light-headed. I grab a bottle of water and smile at them as they smile back, still wrapped in each other's arms. By this point I'm ravenous. My body's need for actual nourishment betrayed my sexual hunger, and all the ass I'd eaten and the protein I had swallowed wasn't enough. "Hey - you pigs hungry? I got a ton of food and booze if you want to stay for lunch, would love the company." I ask them, hoping they stick around for a bit. "Chad makes excellent margaritas!" Like what you read? 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