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Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and 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.