TOM JERKS OFF PIGS. HE GETS DOWN ON HIS KNEES AND CRAWLS THROUGH THE PIGPISS MUD SLOP AND SNUGGLES UP TO THE PIG, HIS FINGERS TRACING ALONG IT’S BELLY UNTIL HE FINDS IT’S COCK. HE BEGINS TUGGING AND STROKING AS HIS DICK HARDENS, HIS MOOBS WOBBLING AND HIS NIPPLES BEGIN TO STICK OUT LIKE ERASERS ON A FRESH #2 PENCIL. HE GRUNTS WITH SATISFACTION AS THE PIG BEGINS EAGERLY THRUSTING INTO HIS HAND, HIS GRIP NOW TIGHTENING TO MAINTAIN CONTROL OF THE PIG’S GREASY CORKSCREW COCK. HE LOWERS HIS HEAD TO WATCH THE COCK WORK IN HIS HAND, GROANS WITH SATISFACTION AND BEGINS WORKING HIS ASSHOLE WITH HIS OTHER MUDDY HAND, HIS HIPS GYRATING WITH THE RHYTHM OF THE PIG’S THRUSTING. “OH FUCKING JESUS GOD YES..” HE GASPS. HE CHANGES POSITIONS, STILL MAINTAINING CONTROL OF THE FEVERISHLY THRUSTING COCK AS THE PIG’S SQUEALING INTENSIFIES. HE LEANS FORWARD AND WITH HIS LIPS ALMOST TOUCHING THE PIG’S EAR, HE WHISPERS GULICK'S NAME AND BEGINS TO SHUDDER. HE TURNS HIS ATTENTION AGAIN TO THE PIGS SWOLLEN MEMBER ROCKING IN HIS HAND. HE PRESSES IT BETWEEN HIS HAND AND HIS FACE, THE PIG THRUSTING IT AGAINST HIS CHEEKS AS HE DROOLS. WITH A MASSIVE GRUNT AND A HIGH PITCHED SQUEAL, THE PIG’S BALLS EXPLODE, BEGINNING A MASSIVE SHOWER OF HOT, SOUR PIG JIZZ. TOM CUPS ONE HAND UNDER THE FOUNTAIN OF STEAMING GENETIC MATERIAL GATHERING IT IN HIS HAND AS THE THRUSTING COMES TO AN END. THE PIG SHUDDERS AND BEGINS TO WALK TO THE TROUGH OF SLOP IN THE CORNER OF IT’S PEN, BUT TOM TACKLES IT TO THE GROUND. HE LIFTS IT’S TAIL AND SMEARS THE HANDFUL OF PIG LOAD INTO THE PIG’S OWN FETID BUTTHOLE, TURNING FLAKES OF CRUSTY PIG SHIT INTO A PIGSHIT-PIGJIZZ MUD SLOP ON THE PIGS ASS. NOW HE TILTS HIS HEAD TO THE SKY AND SCREAMS GULICK'S FULL NAME, NOT ONCE, NOT TWICE, BUT THREE TIMES. HE SLAMS HIS FACE FULL FORCE INTO THE PIG’S BUTTHOLE AND IT’S WREATH OF SHITSEMEN PUDDING, HIS TONGUE MACHINE GUN FLICKING THE RIM AND THEN BURYING ITSELF TO THE HILT INSIDE THE PIG’S HOT COLON. TOM WORKS HIS TONGUE AROUND THE INSIDE OF THE PIGS ASS, ANDTHEN AS A FEW INCOHERENT SYLLABLES ESCAPED HIS NOW BROWN LIPS, SPURTS OF MALE EJACULATE SPURT FROM HIS PULSATING COCK. EXHAUSTED, HE COLLAPSES IN THE MUD, ROLLS OVER ONTO HIS BACK, AND LIGHTS A CIGARETTE. HE TAKES ONE LONG DRAG, LOOKS AGAIN TO THE SKY,AND SPEAKS HIS NAME ONE LAST TIME BEFORE HE DRIFTS OFF TO SLEEP. THAT’S TOM. TOM DOES THAT.