The Dutch Pig
by Brownluster
The following is a story containing vivid descriptions of scat-sex. If this offends you read no further.
I work in an old Cemetery in my adopted capital city carrying out a historical survey. Sounds a bit ghoulish doesn't it but it is a peaceful place with beautiful trees and birds and it has been a sanctuary in the Covid19 era where you can just sit and think about life. People are being let back in now to visit and you get to meet some interesting and really tasty guys although as I do not speak the native lingo some communications are difficult. One young Italian was very fanciable in his designer vest and shorts ( I like shorts ).
However I couldn't guess that this weekly pursuit would lead to an encounter which would re-invigorate my dirty sex life.
One week I was quietly sitting in amongst the headstones carefully recording the inscription of a 18th Century merchant when I noticed a skin guy at the edge of my vision. People, as I say, walk round from time to time so I wasn't overly taking notice and yet there was something which made me look up. On the path between the sections was a guy who looked in his forties, clean shaven, shaved head with red polo shirt and denim cut-offs. If he had had Doc Martens on I would have instantly identified him as my ideal choice for sex. I suppose he toned down as it was the middle of the day in a rather conservative part of the city; I don't know. Still, I was instantly attracted.
Me? Well I'm in my early sixties, shaved head, smooth bodied ( when I can be bothered to shave or cream the wretched hair off ), a bit chubby but not overly so, and horny as hell. This has just got worse with the lockdowns and inability to see nice young guys faces behind the masks. Young men here do tend towards beards. It is a macho thing here but often puts ten years on their age if they did but know it. Personally, if I could rid my body safely of every hair on it permanently I would! For one thing it makes it easier to clean off the shit after a good, long hard sex session. Still, we are as we are born and grow and so it's the cream or the wet razor, a few nicks, and a few days pleasure with smooth skin. I'm Daniel by the way ( Dan to my friends).
This horny skin lurked on the path looking at me every now and then. His face was so very attractive with blue eyes that seemed to bore into you ( or so I imagined ). He then went off and I sighed. At least it was one sexy view to brighten my day. I went back to my work. Ten minutes later he was back. This time he had obviously made up his mind to be more up front as he wandered from the path over to where I was sitting. It suddenly seemed hotter in the sun than it had done a few minutes before. I felt my cock swell instinctively.
"Hi" he said. "Hi mate" I replied. What is it that yer doing ?" he asked. So I explained about the survey and how it was to help the administrators find particular graves for enquirers as well and creating a permanent record. I am used to explaining as it seems so queer a thing to be doing. Often people are interested as they are trying to find a relative or an ancestor and sometimes I can aid their search. However I don't normally get quizzed by hard looking, smooth skinned, skinheads nor do they normally even bother to come in to look. He looked interested. Indeed, whilst posturing his tight cut-offs ( his erection was evident ) he said he would like to talk more to me about it all, say, in private? Oh yeah I thought! Trying to appear casual and not too eager, I suggested I was free that afternoon ( it was about eleven am at the time ) as it would be very hot later. Brilliant, he said and slipped me a piece of paper with his address on it. I knew where it was; it was literally just down the street. Did he always have his address and mobile number to hand like that?? I didn't care. I just looked forward to 'private' time with this god in cut-offs. He took his leave but I noticed from the corner of my eye he paused just before leaving the gate looking in my direction. Did he stroke the front of his crotch? I am not sure although I certainly was stroking mine!
After lunch I wandered over to his place. It was, as many places in the city are, in a five story building without lift. His apartment was fortunately on the bottom floor. Although I had no stairs to climb I was already hot and sweaty from my walk by the time I knocked on his door. The sweat from the intense sun outside made my shaved skin glisten. He opened the door and let me in. Now dressed in white vest with strategically placed slashes where his nipples were, his braces hanging loose at the back of his cut-offs. Now he wore boots with thick brown socks. Very nice!!!
He led me to what appeared to be the main living room which was sparsely furnished with leather chairs and couch and paintings of skinheads mainly stripped to the waist or with just jockstraps and boots. Very much my taste, as was he. He went off to the galley kitchen and got an ice bucket crammed with bottled beers. I sat on the couch and, as I had hoped, he plonked himself down next to me and handed me a beer.
" You look hot" he said. "Yeah mate, I am that. Hot day today". "Why not take that tee-shirt off mate?" he replied and without even waiting he started to pull the shirt from my body. I let him. It was good to be cooler anyway. My skin, freshly dehaired last night, was slick with sweat and his eyes drank in my chest. I would not say I am a great looking guy. Average is probably more the mark but, you know, it isn't really about looks is it? It is what you do with your body and what you can pleasure another's body with. I guess this skin appreciated this although he would have no trouble getting sex in seconds. We sat drinking and he told me a little about himself. His name was Jan and he was Dutch and unlike I had thought he was a similar age to myself. He had been working in my adopted country when he had a stroke of luck financially and now could live a life of leisure doing just what he wanted to do. He could, he said , have gone back to the Netherlands but decided he wanted the laid back atmosphere in this city instead. I wasn't complaining at all ! He was single. Never much interested in long term relationships. He had not said he was gay but it was pretty obvious from his attention and his swollen cock which tented his cut-offs even through the thick material. He asked about me? I explained I had emigrated from Scotland some years before with my gay partner. A somewhat droop in his shoulders??? I said ours was an open relationship based more on love/companionship but left open the possibility of sex with others. I thought, what the heck, if he is a hetero gay hater might as well get it over quick. He brightened and a grin crept across his face. "I'm a fuckin gay too mate" he said and we clinked beer bottles draining the contents in salute to gaydom. He handed me another and we talked more. Did he edge closer on the couch? I think so or was it me? He had certain mannerisms which he slipped into without realising what he was doing. He felt his full, brown nips through the slashes in his vest. He rubbed his groin and the exposed parts of his upper legs. I drank it in at the same time as the beer.
Jan now slipped off the smooth leather of the couch and knelt in front of me. He stroked my legs and then, without warning, began to lick my lower legs letting his tongue take in my sweat as he worked his way downward whilst still looking at me as he did this. Id taken off my trainers and socks when I entered his place as they can get filthy from the working in the Cem so my feet were bare. When he got to my ankle he raised each foot and began sucking on each toe in turn. It was mesmerising. I groaned as he sucked one foot before he angled it, letting it rise slowly up the leg of his cutoffs. My toes encountered his swollen cock and I had no illusion now as to his intentions. I raised him up standing and gently touched each of his nipples through the tares in his vest. Each nip hardened and I set first my lips, and then my teeth, on clenching each nip in turn. My teeth bit on each hard brown mound causing him to groan with pleasure. I then pulled his vest from his body so I could better expose and view his sensational, naturally smooth and tanned torso. His nips stood out against his skin and frankly I drooled. He smiled. He knew I was hooked; that my every thought would now be on sex with him.
He winked at me and, our having downed two further beers, drew me out of living room down the darkening corridor to a closed door. This he unlocked but did not immediately open. Instead he disappeared into a bedroom emerging with a pair of long brown woollen socks and another pair of DMs. These he bade me put on before we entered his playroom. I did loving the feel of the socks and boots on my already hot and newly licked legs and feet. The socks smelt of piss as did the boots although the latter also had a whiff of something far more alluring to me. I am a total shitpig, loving any amount of shit on my body. The aroma of freshly spread turd is like nectar to me and the feel of it is the best thing there is in my view. The door was opened and instead of the expected room, there were stairs leading down into the dark of a basement cellar. Although the apartment building was mid 20th Century it must have been built on the foundations of a much older building. It seems Jan's apartment had the added benefit of a subterranean storage area. He flicked a light switch and an eerie red glow appeared at the base of the stairs shrouding them in a light which both enticed and slightly scared me. Still, no turning back. I descended the stairwell with Jan following on having closed and locked the door behind him. I noted he had brought an ample supply of beer which he carefully carried in cooler bags in each hand. Fuck, he really wants me full of piss I thought.
At the bottom of stairs the room was quite large but very filthy. There was an old mattress on the floor and various boxes of stuff lying around. In the corner was a rudimentary shower pipe and base stained brown already from former use. Jan went to a box at the back and drew out a collection of chains and leather, which, on being mounted from ceiling hooks formed a sling. He also drew forward a plain wooden chair which he placed under one of the red lights. From near one corner he brought out a plastic bucket with a closed lid which gave the appearance of keeping any contents sealed within. Having done this he came to me and stripped off my shorts. Beneath I had a brown and cammo jockstrap now nicely filled with my swollen cock. He flung my shorts out of the way before eagerly fingering my jock. I in return unbuttoned his cutoffs and ripped them from his body. He too had a jockstrap of the most horny brown colour, his buttocks sticking out with almost bubble butt proportions. I similarly flung his cutoffs in the same pile with my shorts. So now we both werejust dressed in jocks, socks and boots. The scene was set.
For once I took the lead. I pulled him to the chair and laid him across my legs, our jocks seductively caressing each other. His buttocks stood out white against his otherwise tanned body. He must have specifically kept them from the sun so as to extenuate their pure whiteness. My hand smoothed over each bun as I looked down on their smoothness. Then with a quick movement and a flick the flat of my hand came down sharply on one butt. The satisfying pink bloom appeared upon its surface although only a brief sound escaped his lips. Was he used to being the giver rather than the receiver of such treatment? I cannot say. I think not though as it would explain the almost neon brightness of his pale buns inviting a good spanking. This is then what he got, my hand being raised and slapping each bun in turn till both were a uniform red colour. If anything this made my cock swell even more. I sucked on my index finger and inserted it into his shithole. I noticed the area around his hole was already a nice brown crust where he had not sufficiently wiped after shitting. My only thought was on taste. My finger came out brown and I savoured the taste of his shit in my mouth. I had the immediate desire to get my tongue up that hole so I pushed him from my knees and made him crawl to the mattress kicking his buns and balls through his legs. The feeling of boot on balls is a great one so pushing him on to his back with a boot and pulling his jock to one side to reveal his plummy balls trapped by the jockstrap, I kicked his balls with the toe of my right hand boot. Softly, almost gently, at first gradually making it a a harder and harder strike till his groaning heightened to a moan of true pain. Not a problem. He was my toy at present. Having gained a great deal of horny eroticism from this boot kicking I pushed him over on his front and ordered him to raise himself on all fours. His buttocks were now presented for inspection once again. I ran the sole of my boot over each bun and attempted to squeeze the toe between his buns. Not far of course; not yet at least. Then, getting on all fours myself I sunk my tongue into his arse crack. The smell of his ripe fart greeted my nose as I pulled his buns apart and lashed out at his hole with the tip of my tongue. I love shithole rimming!; the riper and dirtier the better ! His wasn't quite as dirty as I would want but pushing my tongue deep into his now relaxed shithole I gained my reward; a big turd lurking just within. I busily clawed at the turd with my tongue tip trying desperately to taste its beautiful elixir of waste. Although it is the waste of the male body, of course, food of the most delicious kind for us shitpigs. You all know that any way, right? His turd slowly worked its way from his cavernous shit tunnel and as it gave birth my lips closed around its knobbly hardness, sucking in juices like gravy on meat. It entered my mouth like a torpedo slowly being engulfed by a waiting cave. The feel, the taste of its rich creaminess as I bit into the hard lumps, the heat and smell released from it which only comes with fresh shit straight from the hole, was a feast. Only shit gives you this high. Many extreme sexual practices give you a hard on but I hope you will agree that to truly experience heaven you must feel turd in your mouth and on your body. Jan's shit was of the highest calibre. I gave it full points. The hardness of the exterior gave way to the creamy interior and the taste of freshly cooked liver. I took a handful of the remaining part of the turd still hanging from his arse and, crushing it in my hand, spread it on his waiting arse crack and on my face before plunging back into his orifice with renewed enthusiasm. He constantly moaned in pleasure even though whilst doing all this my hand was between his legs squeezing hard on his now purple balls. Pain and shit: what a combination!
Having had another turd in my mouth and feeling sated for the moment I raised him to his feet and shared the turd in my mouth with him in a full on shit kiss, our tongues sharing the brown mass between our mouths and spreading its glory over both our faces. My kisses, when the turd was finally eaten, were hard and like a plunger down a bunged up toilet. He was left in no uncertainty as to my enjoyment of him and his body. However Jan was not a total bottom as I was about to find out. Against the wall was a St Andrew's cross and he man walked me over to it as we kissed. He had decided on his revenge for my beating his arse and soon had me strapped to the cross facing him. The leather fixings held me firm as he surveyed his possible conquest. He stroked my chest with his now shit stained hands before tweaking each nip hard. He pressed his lips to each as I had done earlier but his bite was far harder. His teeth were sharp and I felt a small dribble of blood from my left nip as he feasted on my flesh. He licked it clean but then worked hard on the other nip. My chest has ample Moobs whose mounts just added to his firm grasp of my tits and his hard working of the tit knobs. I was obviously going to feel every touch of my teeshirt the next day!!! Now, he went to a box and brought out a multi-stranded lash. Not quite a cat-o-nine tails but close. This he draped over my now very tender nipples before lashing my thighs with it. This he did till my legs reddened significantly before tossing it aside. Now he drew my balls out of my jock taking each in his mouth and sucking and chewing on each. Plums for his willing mouth. My cock burst out from the fabric of the jock too and was swallowed whole by his gaping mouth. His tongue ran gingerly up each side of my shaft and took in the purple head of my cut mushroom. His tongue probed my piss slit and was rewarded by a fountain of hot piss into his mouth and over his face, my not being able to keep back the beer any longer. He drank up my golden liquid, gulping down large gobs of piss. He was magnificent. Then, reversing my body on the cross he went to work on my arse rimming as though he had not eaten in weeks. I knew that unique pleasure of a tongue entering my shithole as he probed for hidden shit. Could I have somehow anticipated this day? Perhaps I did as I had not had a good shit for four days beforehand. So my arse was crammed. I slowly released a long smooth turd which he hungrily took into his waiting mouth. I could hear his lips smack with pleasure. My shit was less hard than his, somewhat creamy like good pork pate. He was obviously enjoying the feel and taste very much from his gasps of ecstasy. He also spread its loveliness over my arse preparing it for things still to come.
Jan then reached behind him and took another waiting turd from his shithole. This he mashed in his hand and then plastered over my now 9 inch, rock hard cock, smoothing it into all its cracks and over my swollen balls. The feel was sensational. The smell in the room was now oh so ripe and just the right aroma for truly perverted sex between two willing men. In our case two willing and very dirty skinheads! Releasing me from the cross, both our bodies now graced with both red stripes and brown anointing, we crossed to the sling which he clambered into. Having been trapped by the straps on the cross, bending me to his will, I now strapped his ankles high on the chains using the leather straps to fix them in place. I am an experienced fister and I knew exactly what I wanted from this dutch skin. Using a stool I lowered myself to sit before the arena of action. Jan had already broken out both crisco and poppers. I drew long on the poppers in each nostril. They were good and heady and not headache inducing as so many are nowadays. They gave me the clarity to concentrate on the view before me. Imagine: a man's arse forced apart by his legs suspended from chains. His gaping hole pulsing as he sought to push it's lips out for the penetration yet to come. I find a shit smeared gaping shithole the most attractive thing on earth. I cannot understand why so many gay men into the delights of FF and shit still require a beautiful face and body on a man. Let's face it all the action is at their butt end. The beauty of a shitpig is in the view I was looking at just now and not in his face and abs. Not that Jan wasn't attractive anyway; he was. But both of us knew it was that pulsing shit tube surrounded my a corona of brown shit which made sex all the more worthwhile. Those who do not appreciate are truly missing out.
Jan pointed out the bucket he had dragged over next to the sling and I now removed its lid. It was totally full of creamed shit. How he kept it goodness only knows but, although rank, it was not rancid. It was the perfect lube. I stood and removed my jock allowing my swollen cock release. I then took a handful of the bucket shit and plastered my already brown genitals with it releasing yet more stink into the air. Jan breathed it in and when I rounded the sling to where his head was he manfully licked at the sludge. I took more and rubbed it in a shit massage over his exposed body cutting his jock from his manhood with a knife I found in one of the boxes. Slicking shit both from my arse and the shitbuck ( as I will now call it ) I let my mouth take in some of it as I sucked on his eight inch shaft. I could just taste his precum which mingled in a filth cocktail with the shit. Jan now covered, I stood to one side of the sling and spread shit from the shitbuck over my entire body from head to boots. At last we both were covered in shit and I was ready to penetrate his gaping hole.
Using a mix of crisco and shit from the shitbuck I eased my fingers into his hole slowly revolving my hand as it penetrated deeper and deeper into his orifice. He was obviously used to this as there was no tightness until just before my hand was sucked into his arse. A sensation so fucking ripe as you momentarily lose control and the bottom's arse drags you into his welcoming interior. He was, indeed, experienced. As I slicked yet more shit and crisco onto my right arm, his insides blossomed opening a sure and deep route into his innards. I love the feel of my fist and arm in a man's arse and although I am happy to clean fist any guy, it is those who like it filthy who attract me most. These dirty fisting sessions can be long, the sweat dripping from a dedicated top as he endeavours to give maximum pleasure to his bottom. Jan's tubes just ran on and on. After some time my arm was buried up to the elbow with no sign of an end in sight. By the time it was buried almost to the shoulder his cries were loud and my desire for this guy more than I had known for any other before or since. My whole arm felt bathed in his body and I knew just how coated it was too with shit and his internal juices. As I slowly eased it back out a wonderful calm came over my body and I knew I was well ready for anything which came next on this story of filth. I looked at my arm as it emerged, and finally was forcibly expelled, by Jan's arse and shit and goo dripped from its entire length. It was uniformly brown in colour and smooth as though caressed by absolute love.
However I was not finished with him. I now placed my torso in front of his shithole which had contracted back into itself as it coped with the sudden withdrawal of the thick beam which had been my fist and arm. My cock was rock hard and needed release. I took it in hand and pressed the mushroom against Jan's hole. With pressure I rammed the whole length of my throbbing pole into his arse, pausing to enjoy the feeling of his arse lips clamping down on its thick stem. Then with rhythmic gyrations I eased it out and back in using more shit as lube. I rammed it time after time into his hole whilst shit, crisco and slime pumped out with each withdrawal. He just lay there taking every pump as though I was filling him with my undoubted lust for every part of him. When I came it was a torrent filling his arse cavity with my sweet liquid of life. Withdrawing my still throbbing cock I knew I would be fucking this guy many times that night.
I released Jan from the sling and he immediately propelled me to bend forward over the now empty sling bed. Then, after a cool sensation of yet more shit being pushed into my arse hole by his eager fingers I felt his prick easing its way into my shithole. His shaft was, if anything, fatter in girth than mine and my arse has always been pretty tight. The sensation was therefore a balance of ecstasy and pain. He was a rough fucker and pumped me vigorously whilst trying to pack me even more with spare gulps of shit using his cock as a makeshift piston to shove it into me. Repacking by cock ! When he came it was like a thick porridge shafting my intestines and not so fluid as mine had been. When he pulled out both our arses evacuated somewhat, the floor becoming slick with a brown bog like mess. Mind you even now Jan wasn't finished with the shitbuck. Getting a long syringe he sucked up a full load from the bucket to then syringed the whole lot into my arse. I did the same to him till most of the bucket's contents were inside both of us. The sensation of being filled like a chocolate doughnut with shit was more than I can possibly describe. Those of you heavy into shit repacking will know that exquisite feeling. Perhaps reading these words may urge you to regain that feeling tonight? Whatever, for Jan and I it was everything. Our sex which had started with ( what turned out not to be ) a casual question in a cemetery, was now culminating in more shit than anyone has the right to have on and in them. We each took turns eating out the rank mixture injected into each other's shit holes. We ate shit and anything else which was now in the cocktail. Then each of us pissed up the other's shit tube, allowing the juices to then run out all over the other's body. More beer, more piss. This time one of my favourites: having hot piss aimed on my balls. Then much feeling of each other and kissing on the now soaked mattress.
Cellars are good for shitsex. There is no immediate need to clean up and many shitpigs actually prefer things as they get more rank and filth coated. So this 'afternoon' of shit turned into three days and nights of shit. Jan had hidden supplies down there and so food and drink were not an issue when we were not eating each other's turds. Jan said he had friends into this sort of filth play, all skins like us who enjoyed not only party shit but also more violent and crazed sex. However, that is for another time to tell............
I hope you enjoyed this story of filth. If so please let me know. Perhaps you might happen upon a historian yourself doing an innocent survey in a cemetery some time and who knows what will result ???
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