When Bart is invited to a rural spot in the woods, he didn’t realize he’d be servicing the hairiest, fattest and filthiest fillbilly in the state! His name is Piggie, and he loves to get/be/stay as filthy as possible. That’s just fine with Bart, who’s in for another incredible adventure in satisfying plus-size alpha males!
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Bart couldn’t believe where this day was taking him. He had only wanted to buy weed, and now here he was, worshiping the physique of one of the filthiest men he had ever met. His delicate little fingers dug into the hair-choked back muscles of Piggie Clyde, whose long greasy hair flopped onto Bart’s face.
“Oh, boy, yeah, squeeze down on it, boy, yee-haw!” Piggie inhaled deeply of Bart’s breath. He stuck out his tongue as though going to put it in Bart’s mouth, but then he just slowly licked a trail up from Bart’s jaw to his eye. Piggie’s scruffy beard scratched at Bart’s face.
This had all begun when Bart went to his weed dealer, Chapman, a thuggish heavily-tattooed trailer park denizen with a rude demeanor and a gun in his waistband. He had been scary the first few times Bart bought weed off him, but it soon became apparent he was all bark, no bite.
But today, Bart had come over to Smashwood Trailer Park and seen an excited leer in Chapman’s eyes when he came into his trailer to buy weed.
“Hey, yo’, hey, hi, oh shit, hey, you’re like… weird, right?” He spoke quickly, like he couldn’t quite form words fast enough.
“Uh… Yeah.” Bart handed over the hundred dollars and Chapman gave him two baggies, an eighth of an ounce each.
“Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah,” Chapman said, drumming on his thighs like he heard music. He licked his lips nervously. “So, uh… are you like… a… I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, I just need to know… Are you like… down?”
“What?”
“I mean are you picky?”
“Uh, well…” Bart shrugged. Chapman was rather lean and hairless for Bart’s taste. Bart liked his men meaty, big and furry. “Chapman, just say what you want. You’re beating around the bush like a woman,” Bart said with his hands on his hips. “You’re handsome and all..”
“Not me! Will you let my friend cornhole you?”
“Oh,” Bart straightened up. “Who’s your friend?”
“His name is Piggie,” Chapman said. He smirked. “I mean, that ain’t his name. We just calls him that on ‘ccount of he’s real ugly.”
“You’re not tantalizing me, Chapman.”
“I mean, he ain’t ugly, ‘xactly. But he ain’t handsome. He kinda tubby. We brought him a couple whores for him and his boys, and man, she run screamin’ from ‘im. Say he got too much hair. On his back and all!” Chapman said with an exasperated cringe, as though a hairy back was unheard of. He threw his hands in the air. “He big, he work out all the time, boy, swear to God. I ain’t got no photos. He just hairy like a nasty motherfucker, got a face like a retarded hog.”
“A hairy back?”
“Yeah,” Chapman said with a sigh. “He refuses to shave it, man. He’s nasty. Sweats all the fucking time. Don’t worry, I ain’t expect you was gonna want his dick, he just wanted me to ask-“
“I didn’t say no,” Bart said. He licked his lips. Bart thought Chapman’s heftier, hairier and sweatier friend would be really arousing, and he blushed. But he also gave Chapman a look that said the real answer was yes.
“Hot damn!” Chapman said. He quickly made a phone call, bundled Bart up into his car and drove off.
Bart had to wear a blindfold. Not only was Piggie a hairy, muscle-bound, sweat-dripping hillbilly, he was a bad boy — he grew weed. He was Chapman’s supplier.
By the time they got there — wherever there was — Bart was getting carsick, so he was glad to feel the car roll to a stop. He took his blindfold off. They had been driving on dirt roads for the last mile or two. It looked like there wasn’t even a dirt road leading here; the road behind the truck was just a trail wide enough, more or less, for a truck to get through.
There was a small wooden shack with a chimney belching smoke, next to a rundown old trailer. There was a greenhouse behind that, tucked away among the trees. Bart stretched his legs and followed Chapman to the front door.
When the door opened, Bart had trouble following the conversation — Piggie was more alluring and arousing than he could have ever imagined. Chapman had described him as “ugly”, and that wasn’t exactly wrong: Piggie was not handsome by any means. He had a squat, round face with a big goofy grin, long stringy hair and a tangled beard. No women would ever describe him as handsome, but if he cut his hair (all of it) showered and cleaned up, Bart thought, a lot of women would fall for him. His face was a little crooked, like a boxer’s, with a flattened nose and cauliflower ear. He was missing one front tooth.
“Hot diggity, you brought a toy!” Piggie bellowed when Chapman explained. His sweat-dripping chest was bare, big clumps of hair plastered to his skin, and broad, strapping, chunky torso rippling with every motion he made. He wiped his fingers off on his belly, which had a substantial paunch. He had been eating something greasy, so the fat twinkled and glimmered on his skin. Piggie looked at Bart like a hungry man looks at dinner, and Bart shivered. Piggie wrinkled his nose, licked his lips and growled. “Oh shit, he move like he ready.”
“Piggie-“
“Shut up, Chapman,” Piggie said through gritted teeth.
“What’s goin’ on out there? Who is that? If it’s Mitchum, tell him to go fuck hisself.” A voice called out from the shack.
“Ain’t Mitchum,” Piggie called out, keeping his eyes trained at Bart.
“Hi, uh… Piggie,” Bart said. His voice had never sounded so weak and frail.
“Oh he got a girlish voice too. Say somethin’ else, boy.”
“I’m Bart,” Bart said, blushing. He was so nervous he thought he might faint. “It’s nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for Piggie to shake it.
Piggie lowered himself to his one knee like he was going to propose. He took Bart’s hand in his and kissed the back of it. Then he took Bart’s middle finger and swallowed it all the way down.
Chapman howled. “Ah, shit, man, he’s gettin’ romantic! He seducin’ ‘im! Damn!” He walked towards the main area of the shack, where the other men’s voices came from. His words brought those other men to the front to see what was happening however, and when they saw Piggie licking Bart’s finger, they hollered as well.
“Piggie, whatchoo doin’?”
“You ain’t say you was gonna do that!”
Bart blushed a beet-red. Piggie just kept his eyes trained on Bart, ignoring the others screaming and laughing nervously.
“Look here, boy, I don’t get a lotta girls, but lucky for me,” Piggie said, raising his deep, raspy voice to be heard over the others, “I ain’t picky. You so purtty and delicate like a girl, I can pretend you a female. I wanna make you dirty and nasty.”
“Yes. Please do, yes,” Bart said.
“Good. We gonna get real nasty.” Piggie scooped Bart up in his arms. He kissed Bart on the lips while the deep-throated hollers of the other hillbillies in the shack filled the air. “Let’s go to the greenhouse, get some privacy.”
The others didn’t follow, which Bart was glad for. He didn’t need a heckling squad while he got plowed into. When they were outside and away from the others, Piggie sighed and sniffed deeply of the woodsy air.
“Boy, it’s a nice day, I’mma stick ya out here,” Piggie said. He brought Bart to a thick log on the forest floor. He let go of Bart, who immediately planted his lips on Piggie’s chest.
The sweat flavor was intense and acrid. It brought tears to Bart’s eyes and made his dick stiffen up in his pants. Piggie must not bathe often — there was no shower here, but the other men weren’t that dirty, so Bart assumed there must have been a hose or some way to clean themselves. Or maybe, he thought, there was nothing of the sort and Piggie was dirty because he alone never left, so he never bathed.
Bart didn’t much care why though. He simply liked the filth. He licked every drop of sweat off Piggie’s chest. His tongue teased Piggie’s matted kinky hairs and slobbered over his muscles.
“How nasty is you, boy?” Piggie spat into the palm of his hand. It was a big wet load, thick and sticky. He held it in front of Bart’s face. Bart obediently sucked it right up, gargled with it and showed his full mouth to Piggie. He blushed when Piggie howled his approval. “Hot doggie, nice, boy, I swear to God, I hope you and me go to prison together sometime. We would come up wit’ all kinda ways to pass the time. We could get through a hundred life sentences in an afternoon.” Piggie whistled like a cowboy.
Bart knew he was expected to swallow his mouthful of spit, but he wanted to show Piggie that he was just as raunchy as Piggie was. So Bart dove his face between Piggie’s right arm and his chest. He plunged his mouth and his nose into Piggie’s armpit.
Piggie was confused for a moment — he was, it seemed, new to pit worship — but he then raised his arm. The fresh and fragrantly sour smell of his armpit hit Bart’s senses. It was so strong it cut through the fog and excitement of the situation, and it made Bart moan.
He lapped at the funky bundle of hair in Piggie’s armpit. There was no clear divider between his hair there and the hair on his chest. Then Bart moved to the other armpit, where he got a new fresh faceful of sweat.
“You taste clean,” Piggie said appreciatively — he rubbed his fingers over Bart’s smooth back, then sucked whatever flavor he could get off his hand. He moaned and dropped his pants to reveal a thick, uncut cock with a cheesy foreskin. The smell of his unwashed balls made Bart’s eyes water all over again. Piggie moaned. “Gonna make you taste so dirty yo’ mama don’t wanna touch you evuh again, boy.”
“Okay,” Bart said with a giggle. His tongue moved from Piggie’s left armpit around to his hairy back, and the sight of that made Bart’s dick twitch. He knew there weren’t a lot of hairback lovers out there, but he was dedicated and passionate about it. He sucked on each hair as though trying to suck it right off Piggie’s body. He left hickeys over Piggie’s meaty back muscles and he sucked the pool of sweat that had collected on the small of his back.
Piggie’s back was not just a little hairy, it was covered in hair, very nearly as much as his chest. That was just fine with Bart. The more he sucked it clean, the more aroused he was, and the more Piggie shuffled and howled. Piggie lowered himself so Bart could reach.
Eventually Piggie had lowered himself to all fours, his funky hair-choked ass sticking up high in the air. Bart knew he was going to give Piggie the nastiest rimjob ever, but he didn’t want to rush through things, so he leaned over Piggie’s hairy ass to lick the rest of his back.
That placed Bart’s bare cock over Piggie’s bare ass. Bart first angled himself to avoid actual contact because Bart didn’t want to make him so uncomfortable he stopped this rutting. But Piggie didn’t complain, not even when Bart’s dick brushed up against his hairy ass.
“Oink! Oink!” Piggie roared like a hog when he heard tittering laughter from the other hillbillies. They weren’t watching, but it looked like they kept pushing each other out the back door, trying to make each other come watch. They laughed at Piggie, who oinked and writhed like a real pig.
Soon Bart had mounted Piggie’s body to lick him all over. Piggie didn’t complain, and even moaned when he felt Bart’s cock rub over his asshole. He didn’t even make Bart get off him when the others seemed to notice that Bart’s naked body had mounted Piggie from behind, even though it must have looked like Bart was about to sodomize Piggie instead of the other way around. They laughed, then went back inside.
“I bet you know where to lick next,” Piggie said as he lifted his head, making Bart slide down his chunky back.
Bart giggled and stuck his tongue out. He planted it right on Piggie’s back, over his spine, and kept it there as he lowered himself down Piggie’s back. He landed on his knees right in front of Piggie’s ass and rammed his head in there, between those awe-inspiring cheeks.
They were big and plump and juicy and round and covered with dense, kinky hairs. The taste was foul, the sweat cloying, the skin moist and filthy, and Bart loved every bit of it. He groaned and moaned as he slathered spit all over each cheek, then rammed his face into Piggie’s crack.
“Oh fuck yeah, get ya tongue in there, boy, deep in there…” Piggie groaned.
Bart lapped at his asshole. He loved giving rimjobs to hairy men, and Piggie was one of the hairiest. Bart had to push through a dense forest of hair to get to his tight hole, and the taste was so musky it made Bart gag — not in a bad way, he loved it. He savored the salty, sour, biting flavor and let it fill his mouth.
“Get ya face up here, boi, lemme paint it,” Piggie said. He didn’t wait for Bart to do so, he turned himself around and spat again on Bart’s face, a big stinky wad of saliva. Then he sat on Bart’s face, rubbing his hairy ass all over. “Get covered in it, boy, hell yeah, you turn me on so much it hurts…”
The fresh spit awakened the flavor of Piggie’s ass, which spread to cover Bart’s face. Bart plunged his tongue right into Piggie’s tight hole, which tasted funky and potent. He sputtered. He flickered his tongue within Piggie’s body, making Piggie’s entire meaty frame shake. Every motion he made caused his asshole to tighten around Bart’s tongue.
Soon Piggie lifted himself up and lowered himself again, plowing into himself with Bart’s tongue. Bart had always been good at rimjobs because he had a preternaturally long tongue, which he used to good effect inside Piggie’s body. He teased Piggie’s prostate, making his face turn red and his muscles all tense at once.
“Ah, yeah, you gonna make me oink, boy!” Piggie said with a roar. He did oink, though Bart would have never realized he intended for it to sound like an oink if Piggie hadn’t said so. It was more of a eurwh sound, as Piggie’s muscles writhed and his asshole clenched around Bart’s tongue.
The tastes and scents of Piggie’s ass were so overwhelming that Bart was dizzy. He was groggy and only barely aware when Piggie finally pulled away, and bright light hit Bart’s eyes.
“Oh yeah, you look good and nasty,” Piggie said. Mud dripped from his elbows where he had been leaning in the dirt. He leaned down and licked Bart’s cheek, slurping up all the assjuice and spit that dripped down his skin. Piggie shuddered and gagged, but smacked his lips like he loved the taste. He licked Bart again and again, lapping at his face.
Then, all in one smooth motion, he jabbed his dick into Bart’s mouth. Bart’s throat spread open as Piggie ignored his resistance and slammed his manhood all the way down. Piggie pounded on his chest and again let out that moist oink-like sound.
“Gonna get all up in ya belly, boy… Gonna go at ya till you can’t take it…”
All Bart could do was choke and submit. He grasped Piggie’s plump asscheeks, then fingered Piggie’s ass — Piggie didn’t complain even when Bart rammed two fingers in there. Piggie grunted and twisted like it hurt, but he also gasped, moaning, groaning and writhing with the pleasure roiling his muscles. He gripped Bart’s head with both hands, plowing into Bart’s throat and making him cough up saliva and precum in big clumps.
Lack of oxygen made Bart remain dizzy as he endured Piggie’s passionate throat-humping. Every few seconds, Piggie pulled out of Bart’s mouth, kissed him on the lips and licked all the mess up off his face before resuming.
“Ah, boy, you make a nice cumsponge, I reckon you was built fo’ that,” Piggie said. “I know it ain’t in the Bible, but that’s my theory.” He groaned and held onto Bart’s head, his dick all the way in Bart’s throat. Bart squirmed and gagged, choking up big gobs of spit which he caught in the palm of one hand.
Piggie saw the spit and precum that collected in Bart’s hand. He removed his dick long enough to let Bart take one hoarse, loud breath while Piggie bent down to suck all the messy soup off Bart’s hand. He showed off that mouthful of fluids and let it run down his grimy chin.
“I love nastiness,” Piggie said as he chewed on the mouthful of fluids. It made him gag and spill out over his chin, where his skin was dirty enough that the juices left a trail of seemingly-clean flesh. “And, boy, you got all the right kinda nasty.” His voice was moist and hard to understand, but Bart picked up every word.
Bart bent down to kiss Piggie’s feet. They were covered in mud and clumps of dirt, and his feet were hairy like a hobbit’s. Bart giggled as he sucked on each toe. Piggie loomed over him like a Greek god — a filthy, muddy, rut-scented hillbilly Greek god — and lifted up his feet to let Bart get them clean all up and down.
Both men were on the verge of orgasm by the time Bart bent back over that rotting log, which had partially collapsed due to the weight of both Piggie and Bart weighing it down. He lowered his head to near the dirt, and lifted his ass high in the air.
“Boy, you look good in that position. Now you make a sound like this as I stick ya,” Piggie said. He made that loud soo-eee farmer’s call and laughed when Bart’s lilting feminine voice made the same sound. Piggie slapped Bart’s asscheek. “Gonna make you so nasty, boy, shit…”
“Ram it in me… Soo-Eee!” Bart grunted as Piggie jammed his dick in his ass. Just like in his throat, Piggie was crude and merciless — exactly how Bart liked it. Pain bloomed in his tight ass, but only for a few seconds.
Then Bart’s prostate came alive and tingled, sending waves of pleasure up Bart’s spine. Bart tensed up, which made Piggie laugh and lower his chest onto Bart’s back. He pinned Bart against the rotting log beneath him.
“You feel me in you, boy? Huh? Lemme hear ya voice,” Piggie said. His chest rumbled against Bart’s spine, his chest hairs scratching at Bart’s smooth skin. His deep voice echoed, aimed directly into Bart’s ear, making him writhe, which in turn caused Piggie to laugh. “I see you movin’. That’s cuz I make ya feel good, right? Say it. Say it, boy, lemme hear you say it.”
“You make me feel good…” Bart said, but his voice was very weak because his mind was focused on the intense array of sensations emanating up from his asshole. Piggie didn’t stop to listen to anything Bart said anyway, he just kept plowing and talking directly into Bart’s ear.
“You gon’ be real nasty, you gonna be like a pig in slop when I’s through wit’cha. You ain’t nevuh gonna be clean again. Is it worth it?”
“Yes…” A few tears rolled down Bart’s cheek. He wasn’t crying from any emotion, just from the potency of the feelings that wracked his body.
“Girls don’t evuh lemme treat ‘em like this,” Piggie said. “They wanna be princesses. I want to start ‘em out like princesses, and then grind ‘em into the dirt. Then they be a princess of raunch. You like that? You wanna be my raunch princess?”
“Yes!”
“Good, you nasty, you real nasty. You wanna taste how nasty you is?”
“Yes!”
Piggie didn’t stop plowing, but he did lower one of his hands to rub his own cockshaft. As it slid in and out, he got his hand full of Bart’s assjuice and Piggie’s own nearly-orgasmic precum. Grimy, gritty fluids dripped from his callused hand, which he placed in front of Bart’s face.
It tasted so foul Bart wanted to gag — he couldn’t do anything more than sputter because Piggie’s sweat-soaked body pressed down on his back — but Bart tried to lick every corner of Piggie’s hand. Piggie licked it too, and their tongues combined over the gooey filth that dripped over Bart’s face. Piggie licked that off too.
“Shit, boy, I wish I could fill a tank wit’ my nastiness and we could go swimmin’ in it… I could just dip you in there e’ry day.”
As they both neared orgasm, Piggie wrapped both of his arms around Bart’s delicate frame. He rolled over like they were wrestling, and he laid on his back. The movement and the bouncing when Bart landed on Piggie sent sharp stabbing pains through Bart’s asshole.
But that lasted only a moment. With Bart on top now, he was in control of the plowing, and he rammed his own body up and down. He was so focused on that that he barely noticed Piggie gripping Bart’s dick and stroking it off as they both plowed into there.
“Fillin’ you up now, boi, fillin’ you up wit’ my babies… Gonna get yo’ ass pregnant…” He laughed as his orgasm ripped through him.
Cum sprayed into Bart’s asshole, a bit and creamy hot load that filled Bart’s body. Bart sighed. He leaned his head back and sucked moisture off Piggie’s hairy chest, while he endured what felt like an endless orgasm within him.
His prostate sang and exploded, as Piggie’s dick teased him, spurting out wad after wad of thick cum, which slipped out and down Bart’s cheeks. Bart came too, Piggie’s hands stroking him off until he had covered his chest and belly with juice.
“Ah shit, yeah, hell fuck!” Piggie screamed. He desperately held onto Bart as though any motion might ruin the orgasm. He breathed through gritted teeth. Bart was utterly motionless, the pleasure wafting through him gradually shifting to pain as his body adjusted. Piggie growled. “I bet you know what to do. Get yaself nasty, boy.”
Bart giggled. He slid off Piggie’s cock and sighed as a wave of tremendous relief hit him. His asshole was tender and sore, but it still sent twinges of bliss through his body. Bart didn’t gag when he tasted his own ass on Piggie’s cock. He slapped himself over the face with that limp slab of meat, and he covered himself in remnants of Piggie’s cum.
“I like how you look wit’ juice all over ya face…”
He didn’t stop there. Bart licked all the way up Piggie’s crotch to his belly, and he licked up every drop of sweat and juices there. He used his hand to wipe his own load off his chest, and smeared it over his face.
“Wait, lemme see that,” Piggie said when Bart was done. He smiled sickly as he looked at Bart’s face, which was covered in layers of sweat, spit, cum and assjuice.
A loud retching sound and some hushed laughter filled the air. Chapman and the others had crept forward to watch. They had been blushing and daring each other to come closer for some time, but Bart had been so overwhelmed he didn’t notice. They all gagged and cheered at the same time when Piggie stuck his tongue out and licked all those juices off Bart’s face.
“Damn, Piggie, you nasty!”
“No wonder that whore wouldn’t fuck you, Jesus Christ, you are gross!”
But Piggie just laughed and leaned back in the mud. He hugged Bart close to his burly barrel chest, which Bart rested his head on. This had been such an incredible and exciting experience that he was exhausted as soon as it was over, even with those men laughing loudly.
Soon Bart was sound asleep, curled up on the broad hairy chest of Piggie, who frowned but didn’t remove Bart. He just got Chapman to bring him a joint to smoke, and he laid there while Bart slept. The funk of Piggie’s body made Bart’s eyes water while he slumbered, but he didn’t mind at all.
The smell just made him horny, so when he woke up, he was ready to go again. By then Chapman had left. So had the other hillbillies, and Piggie had carried Bart into the shack so gently Bart didn’t wake up.
“It’s just you and me, boy,” Piggie said. He stuffed pork cracklings into his mouth. He smiled. “We gonna have a little honeymoon. Not honey, that ain’t right. We gonna have a dirtmoon. You like that?”
“Yeah.” Bart said. “I can’t wait.”
