Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2022 16:23:16 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Hall of Pigs - 10 (Sites of Sleaze)

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heavy raunch, along with a few other delicious depravities. It is
extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own
if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and
this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...it is set in
the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com


Jared was floating on air. He'd just blown a wad with the head of the
museum, and had been given extra time by his dad and teacher to continue
his explorations. Determined not to waste a minute, he headed to the last
gallery on this floor. He knew the level below him contained the most
extreme and exciting rooms in the museum, but he was determined not to miss
or skip anything. The entrance before him was much nicer than the dreary
old space he'd just visited. The archway was flanked by glowing panels
indicating that this was "Sites of Sleaze: A Rotating Exhibition." Jared
passed through the arch and found himself in a small antechamber lined with
hooks and shelves. The glass door in front of him was entirely clouded over
and he couldn't see what was beyond, but there was a large sign on it that
read: "no clothing allowed." On the hooks were a few random bits of
discarded clothes, while shoes and boots dotted the shelves. As he
stripped, Jared couldn't help taking a few deep huffs from a particularly
filthy pair of brown workboots. As he picked a hook for his school uniform
jockstrap and tanktop, the now familiar voice of the museum's narrator came
on.


"In the early 2020s, the dawn of man's evolution into pigs was only just
beginning. Altering the food chain and water supply with transformative
chemicals took time, and the effects on men proved to be cumulative. The
process was thus slow to start and only gained momentum later, building
like a snowball rolling down a hill. Still, by 2022, changes were
noticeable, as men became hornier and hornier, with lower inhibitions and
greater stamina. Driven by compulsions they did not yet fully understand,
men flocked to sites where they could share their insatiable needs with
other men. These included restrooms, locker rooms, adult bookstores,
gloryholes, truck stops, porn theaters, bathhouses, and other male spaces
that quickly exploded into sites of non-stop sleazy sexual energy, action,
and awakening.


"Men spent more and more time at these sites -- away from home, work, and
church -- in order to get off again and again. The ever-expanding and
increasingly-open orgies in these all-male spaces gradually became
raunchier, filthier, and more degenerate as the cumulative effects of the
piggy additives built inside them.


"Here at the Hall of Pigs we have created a space for an annual rotating
exhibition that recreates these early sites of sleaze. This year we are
honoring the steamroom. Perfectly suited to male sexual activity, the
steamroom building boom of 2022 to 2024 increased steamroom capacity a
thousand-fold. Although now we have steam stadiums to accommodate today's
demand for 24-hour pig orgies, these early spaces were much smaller, often
attached to a gym where horny men would get off before and after their
workouts. We invite you to come inside and take a steam with us, in honor
of a very important historical site of sleaze."


Jared opened the door to feel a whoosh of swirling steam envelope him as he
walked in. The room was lit with just a single dim recessed light, which
did little to penetrate the thick clouds of warm, wet air that billowed
around him. He could hear the sounds of slick bodies smacking, and the
moans of men and boys approaching climax, but the forms were difficult to
make out. As he inched forward, he nearly tripped over an athletic looking
daddy on his knees in front of his young son, sucking him off in the murky
swirl, as steam puffs hissed out of the pipes along the floor. Jared was
tempted to join them, but wanted to see the rest of the room and the action
in it.  As he moved towards the back, he pressed against an increasing
number of wet bodies that were fucking, sucking, and fisting all around
him. From somewhere deep in the clouds, he felt an anonymous arc of hot
piss, splattering the occupants and floor indiscriminately, and adding the
pleasant stink of urine to the thick, steamy fog.


At last, he came to the end of the steamroom, where he found a wet tiled
bench built into the back wall. Although it was still hard to see, his eyes
were adjusting and he spotted a single occupant sitting at one end. The
small, bald man looked ancient, his thin little body a collection of
wrinkles and spots. But his cock was hard and proud, which he pleasured
with leisurely, unhurried strokes. Unlike everyone else in the room, he was
unengaged with other men, but rather was leaning back watching the action
unfold around him. As it became easier to see in the dim space, Jared could
also make out other forms in the steam -- a man riding another guy's fist
here; a boy getting shit fucked by his father over there. The old man was
watching it all with laid-back ease, reposed in the corner casually jacking
his sizable meat to the sleazy tableau before him.


Normally Jared would have jumped into the action himself, but something
about the ancient gentleman made him climb up on the bench beside him. The
old man smiled down at the boy as Jared settled in. They sat in silence for
a few moments, the elderly gentleman stroking his cock while he watched the
room, and Jared boning up as well, lightly playing with his tits as he let
his cock stiffen. "So much different than the old days," the wrinkled man
finally said, although it was unclear if he was speaking to Jared or to
himself.


But Jared was a curious boy. "What was different sir?"


The old man looked down and smiled again at his new companion. "Before
Phase One. Before the Original Families of Pigs started unrolling their
plan. Before we started getting the good stuff in our food and the water. A
steamroom like this ... it was so different."


"Different how?" Jared asked precociously, glad now that he had joined this
strange fellow who seemed content to watch. Jared tried to guess his age as
he looked closer through the swirls of steam, and wondered if maybe he was
even 100 years old!


The old man's eyes took on a distant look, as he tilted his head back
against the wall, remembering the past. "I remember my gym had a
steamroom. I had graduated college a few weeks before, and I was just
starting out. Barely had enough money to pay rent, but as soon as that
first paycheck came, I joined a gym. That's because it had a lot of hot
guys, and more importantly, it had a steamroom." The man was smiling again
as he stroked his cock, lost in his memory. "Sometimes I wouldn't even work
out. I'd just go sit in the steam as long as I could, waiting for men to
come in."


"So you could start fucking, right?" Jared asked, assuming that's what
everyone did a steamroom. In fact, in front of them the steam had parted
enough to reveal a pair of fit guys doing just that. The bottom was pressed
hard against the wet tile, his rigid cock humping up and down the slick
wall while he was being pounded from behind. The top was drilling the
dude's eager hole, pulling his tits hard with both hands as he slid in and
out. There was the sound of wet bodies smacking mixed with occasional
hisses of steam from the pipes. Jared and the old man had gone quiet to
watch the hot fucking, as the pair swirled in and out of their sightline
with each blast of moist air into the room. It was clearly just a quick
pump and dump for the both of them. The humping pace picked up and Jared
watched as the two came simultaneously, one deep inside a hot pigcunt and
the other plastering the wet wall with a gallon of cum. The pair rapidly
licked the cum off the tiles and swapped it between them in a passionate
snowball, before bolting for the door for whatever appointments they
had. Jared picked up the paused conversation. "Was it different than that?"


The old man chuckled. "Oh, I wish it had been like that. And in my
fantasies when I jacked off at night, it was like that. But before the
change, things were much more tame and much more hidden. I'm Daniel by the
way," he added, releasing his cock momentarily to hold out his slick hand
to the boy.


"I'm Jared," he replied, shaking the wrinkled and frail hand gently so as
not to hurt the ancient man. "How old are you, Daniel?" he asked
forthrightly.


"Ninety-nine my young friend. I was a millennium baby, born the
old-fashioned way on New Year's Day 2000," he said, pointing to his belly
button. "So, I remember what it was like back in those days. I lived it."


"Tell me more," Jared pleaded, scooting closer to the old man until they
were nestled butt cheek to butt cheek against each other. Jared carefully
draped his leg over Daniels, noting how in spite of the age gap the two of
them were almost equally thin and boney. Jared snuggled into the
near-centenarian, their moist skin pressed together, both absently stroked
their hard cocks. Once settled, Daniel obliged the boy and picked up his
story.


"Back then, you had to be careful. Guys would wear towels into the
steamroom, or even stayed dressed in their gym shorts." Jared looked up at
Daniel in disbelief. "It's true," the old man reassured him. "A lot of guys
didn't want to get naked in front of other men. And if you were looking for
action, you had to make sure they were too or else you could get into a lot
of trouble -- maybe even get kicked out of the gym. So, I'd sit there in a
towel, and stroke my hard-on underneath it. And if a guy came in, I would
show it a little bit at a time to see if he was interested. And then he
might do the same. And you'd do this for a while until you were both hard
and stroking your cocks in front of each other in the steamroom."


"And then you'd fuck," Jared offered. He was still dismayed at all the
subterfuge and wasted time Daniel was describing. The old man chuckled
again, giving Jared's head a playful tussle.


"Nope, fucking was too dangerous. Any time someone new came into the
steamroom you had to cover up, and wait and see if they were interested in
playing too. Fucking was too hard to hide." Jared shook his head. It all
sounded so awful. Daniel continued: "So usually guys would just jack off
together, or maybe try to do a little sucking. But you always had to listen
for someone coming in and pretend that you weren't getting busy if they
did. And then," Daniel paused, his eyes getting that faraway look again. A
little smile played across his face. "And then," he resumed, "it was the
summer of '22 that things started to change."


Just then, a pair of young guys plopped down on the floor in front of the
tiled bench that Daniel and Jared were sharing. They were both about 18
years old, Jared guessed, and looked incredibly similar. He wondered if
maybe they were twins, each with an athletic swimmer's build of identical
height and weight. Jared also noticed they had brought in a mesh bag with
them. They positioned themselves directly in front of one the steam pipe
vents, getting as close as they could without getting scalded. Jared and
Daniel watched as they squirmed together under each blast of steam, hands
stroking the other's flesh in a moist, steamy massage. Then one of the
twins reached into the bag and pulled out a jumbo can of shaving cream. As
the steam continued to moisten the two of them, they squirted huge piles of
the foam into their hands and began spreading it over each. Soon they had
covered each other from their heads to all the way down their legs. The
slippery shaving cream and blasts of steam turned them into a writhing pair
of eels as they smeared each other up.


Reaching back into the mesh bag each came forth with a razor and wet towel,
and began the process of shaving each other to complete, bald smoothness,
working in slow and sensuous strokes, starting with their heads. Jared
personally preferred hairy men and wondered if maybe they were actually
real swimmers, getting ready for their next big championship. Still, in
spite of his love of hair, he had to admit the two twins covered in foam
and shaving each other under the clouds of steam was pretty hot. Daniel
obviously agreed, his cock leaking prodigiously as he stroked. Although
Jared was watching the twins intently, he was eager for the old man to
continue his story. "So, what started to change? Back in 2022 ... you said
things started to change."


Daniel too kept watching and stroking, but was happy to resume his
tale. "It was small stuff at first. Guys stopped covering themselves in the
locker room, for example. No more wearing towels to change or hiding behind
a shower curtain. Once a man hit the locker room, he got naked in an
instant, and stayed that way, strutting around, showing off his body to
other men. It was a new-found freedom that we were all enjoying, and
everyone sort of wondered why it hadn't been this way all along. And then
as time went on, it wasn't just an enjoyment of being naked, but being
naked and hard. Everyone started getting huge hard-ons all the time. Except
rather than be embarrassed or try to hide it, guys were showing them
off. Of course, we didn't know it then, but by the summer of '22, that's
when all the food supplements and drinking water additives were starting to
pile up in our systems. The old hang-ups were slowly getting washed away as
guys got hornier, and realized that other guys were just as eager and horny
as they were."


The smooth, skinheaded twins were now taking turns shaving each other's'
crotches. As they worked over the pelvis region and balls, each was hard
and pumping out streams of precum. Jared and Daniel leaned into each other
more, heads touching as they watched the show and jacked off. Daniel
continued, "Then one day I was in steamroom by myself. I was sitting on a
bench just like this one. I was manspread as wide as my legs could go, with
my balls hanging heavy over the edge. I wasn't hiding anything. I was hard
and horny, and was stroking my cock freely and proudly. When the door
opened, I didn't hide or try to cover up. I just kept jacking off. And in
walks this beautiful black guy, hung like a donkey and hard as a rock. I'd
never seen him before, but he walked in through the pumping steam and
brought that beautiful cock right up to my face. I was deep throating him
in an instant, sucking like a dollar whore and loving every second of it. I
wasn't worried anymore about getting caught or getting in trouble. I just
wanted his cock and he just wanted my mouth. Sure enough, when another guy
walked in, hard as can be, the black dude and I didn't even flinch. We just
kept doing what came naturally. And without a word, the new guy drops to
his knees and starts sucking me off too. I'd never seen him before either
... just three complete strangers openly sucking cock in the gym
steamroom."


By now the only unshaven parts of the twins were their identical pink
assholes. One got on his hands and knees in front of the steam jet, letting
the puffs of mist kiss his puckered hole. His brother applied the shaving
cream and proceeded to shave his twin perfectly smooth. Then they swapped
and repeated the process for the other. "After that day," Daniel resumed,
now fingering his own hole and jacking off as he talked, "things never went
back to the old ways. Men started getting bolder and bolder, fucking openly
in bathroom stalls, locker room benches, and of course, the steamroom. Guys
were joining gyms left and right specifically to have places to hook
up. Most didn't bother even bother with the weights and cardio. They just
walked into the locker room, stripped, and started getting off with
whomever was there. A lot of old ideas about beauty and pickiness went out
the window. A cock was a cock, and a hole was a hole. I didn't matter if
the guy was thin or fat, young or old. Back in those days we might have
said 'gay or straight,' but even that was becoming an outdated idea. It was
just men. Men were what mattered."


Assholes completely denuded and hair free, the two twins were back in each
other's' embrace, grinding and writhing on the floor under the bath of
steam, their perfectly smooth bodies gliding effortlessly over each
other. By some internal twin intuition, they started pissing
simultaneously, allowing the fountains of yellow nectar to flow freely over
them and mix with the silky tendrils of steam. Daniel moaned at the beauty
of the action in front of him, but the sight of the raunchy pissplay also
spurred on his story. "That's what came next," he said, nodding to the
twins. "Piss. Spit. Snot. Sweat. Men started craving it. Not all at once,
of course, but over time. Bit by bit it got raunchier and raunchier. The
compulsion for shit sex started building after that. Not for everyone, mind
you. Universal shit play was still years away. But I was one of those pigs
who loved shit from the get-go once the drugs in the food and water kicked
in. Must have had the right genes. I remember the first time a guy shit on
my chest in the steamroom. By then, there were always thirty or forty men
in my gym's steamroom, fucking and sucking and fisting and jacking off. You
just walked in and joined the orgy, like you were walking into the bank or
the grocery store. No more pretense, no more hiding, no more rules.


"So, one day, this little Hispanic dude and I had been going at it off to
one side of the steamroom. I'm flat on my back on the wet floor and he's
riding my cock. Pretty vanilla stuff by then. And suddenly, he lifts up off
my cock, waddles a couple steps forward, and starts taking a massive dump
on my chest and stomach. Steam is pouring over us, so as soon as it drops
it is getting wet and creamy. And without a second's hesitation, I start
smearing it all over me. I'm smearing this nasty latin shit on my stomach,
over my pecs, on my cock. And a bunch of guys start breaking off whatever
they are doing and start really getting into my shit smearing, right there
on the streamroom floor. And even as this little latin pig goes back to
riding my cock with his shitty hole, all these men start running their
hands through the massive dump I've smeared all over me so that can start
jacking off with this sludgy shit. Before I know it, ten guys are
shit-jacking their cocks in circle jerk over me and this little nasty
chico."


By now Jared was so turned on. This old man was weaving an amazingly
raunchy tale. And better still, the skinhead shaved-smooth twins before
them had started getting nastier and nastier. One of them had decided to
stuff the now-empty jumbo shaving cream can up his ass. Jared and Daniel
had watched as the entire can glided effortlessly into his perfectly
smooth, shaved cunt. Time went by as Daniel continued his story and the can
remained lodged and hidden deep inside one of the identical teen's
guts. Then, with a lewd squishing fart, he shat the can back out, only to
have his brother grab it and shove the brown-coated can deep inside his own
cunt. As the swimmer twins slid their asses across the wet floor to face
each other, they continued to suck the shaving cream can deep in their pig
tunnels, only to shit the increasingly sludge-caked toy back out for the
other to do the same.


"So, there we were," Daniel continued to Jared as the twins' raunchy shit
play unfolded before them, "a dozen guys smearing and jacking shit. The
steamroom was think with stink, just like now. And then the cum starts
raining down. All those shit-covered cocks start spewing geysers of jizz,
and it is just pouring over me like a thunderstorm. All that nasty shit
that's smeared all over me gets real creamy and slick with steam and
cum. Fuck, it was so fucking hot. So fucking hot, drenched in gallons of
cum and wet shit. Oh fuck Jared, I'm cumming, I gonna cum. FUUCCKKK..." And
with that the nearly 100-year-old man pumped out a thick creamy load like
he was a spry twenty-something, the beautiful bursts arcing and landing on
the shaved, rutting twins on the floor in front of him.


"Fuck Daniel, me too," Jared said, furiously jacking his steam-slick meat
next to the ancient horndog. "Me too, you fucking hot old fucker. FUCCKKK,"
and Jared's youthful cock started spewing jizz too, which he likewise
pointed towards the smooth skinheaded twins. The twins remained as silent
as ever as they rubbed the two doses of cum into their hairless bodies, all
while continuing ingest and then shit the shaving cream can back and forth
between them. As Jared and Daniel caught their breath and carefully
disentangled themselves, Jared asked, "So, you've been going to steamrooms
all these years?"


Daniel nodded with that dreamy look back in eye. "Yeah, these places are my
favorite. Don't get me wrong -- I spent lots of time in porno theaters, on
park trails, in abandoned buildings. What did they call them up front?
'Sites of Sleaze.' Yep, that was me. I loved any place that was sleazy and
full of horny guys. But the steamroom was where I went the most. Something
about the wetness, and the sweat, and the press of men all sort of hidden
in a dim swirling fog of heat and dank. Careful boy," he said with a sly
grin, "you'll get me boned up again."


Jared laughed and gave the old man's cock a squeeze for good measure before
hopping off the bench. He checked and sure enough another gem in his
cockring was lit, this one a glowing purple. "Thanks, Daniel, for talking
to me."


"It was my pleasure, Jared. Enjoy the rest of your day," he said as he
settled back against the wall and resumed watching the action that floated
in and out of the billowing steam clouds. Jared worked his way back to the
glass door and through into the antechamber where he'd hung his school
jockstrap and tanktop. He decided to leave them on the hook for now and to
go naked for the rest of his museum visit.


Just then he heard a deep chime rumble from the atrium. He rushed to the
balcony just as the Cock Tower began spewing barrels of cum from its
five-story tip. Up and down all five floors, visitors were holding out
their hands over the balcony rails and leaning out with open mouths. Jared
did both and began catching gigantic splats of cum over his face and
body. He was so happy that he had decided to go naked, because the hot cum
felt great smacking against his bare skin. Mr. Cummingham had been right,
the noon eruption of the Cock Tower was a real wonderment. Speak of, Jared
thought to himself, he knew his class would be heading back to school
without him once the eruption was over. That meant he had an hour for the
final three galleries on the floor below him -- the ones dedicated to some
of pig sex's most depraved pleasures. Allowing one last gallon or so of cum
to drop over him, Jared then turned around, dripping jizz from head to toe,
and descended to the final floor.