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THEO - TALES OF DIRTPIG:
PART 4 - THEO THE JANITOR@END_FILE_ID.DIZ


I used to go to a record store located on the east side of Manhattan.  On
one of those mid-fifties blocks over near the river, the ones that all look
alike and are deathly quiet in the middle of a roaring city, there was a non-
descript little apartment building, maybe four stories tall and very narrow,
and not really in very good shape for the east 50's, but still it had one of
those walk down service alleyways leading from between two good-sized
trees back toward the rear of the building.  The building's janitor was a
burly short greek guy named Theo, and Theo was one of the truly dirtiest,
kinkiest guys I ever serviced as a toilet.

Theo probably didn't have much to do as janitor of this small building, just
wash the hallway, maintain the systems and carry out the garbage.  I first
saw him early one summer afternoon, leaning up against a railing in the
service entrance, smoking a short, dark brown cigar that looked like a
hard piece of shit.  Actually it still surprises me that Theo could smoke
those smelly cigars, dress as trashily as he did and stink like an old park
outhouse yet still be janitor of this building.  Maybe everyone in the
building just liked looking at that massive sausage of his hanging down
his right pantsleg, always straining against the greasy, paper thin fabric.

So there was Theo, this short but very husky, muscular greek guy, always
smoking these stinking cigars and staring from piercing dark eyes at me
everytime I walked by.  Catching on to this hot stud's leering look, I
started stuffing an old pair of stained, ripped jockeys in my back pocket.
Just as I got to this hump's building, I'd drape them out the back pocket
of my skimpy blue jean button front shorts.  Day after day, for the first
week or so, Theo would be standing there at 2 in the afternoon as I'd
come down the street, my fat tits strapped in rubber bands sticking out
through thinner and thinner t-shirts -- this made my mystery janitor run his
hands across his fat rounded pecs mounds hanging through his torn v-
neck t-shirt and scratch the hair under the pecs massive overhang.  I was
getting real turned on, watching him reach down and stroke his gigantic
rod each time I walked by (and it was one of the fattest I'd ever seen --
you could even see that it was uncut with a huge head under the sheer,
worn fabric of the faded green workpants he wore).

I noticed that his clothes seemed to be getting dirtier each day I walked
by.  On Friday afternoon, he was there again, already displaying a swollen
hard dickpole as I strolled down the block.  I stopped before I got to his
building and stripped off my paper thin guinea t-shirt before turning back
toward him and walking closer to his side of the sidewalk.  As I passed,
he moaned toward my fat silicone filled knobs and drooled onto his lower,
unshaven lip.  His bald head shined in the sun and his fu-man-chu
moustache formed a trough down his chin for the cigarjuice and spittle to
run down.  He turned away from me, stretching thick and black hair caked
arms downward to grasp the iron fence and thrusting his firm, high
rounded ass globes, greatly out of proportion to the narrow waist, out into
my path.  I nearly stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed that the seat
was both completely stained brown and completely wet.  A slit was cut in
the back and the pants seat was spread over 2" wide, showing a sagging,
dripping pair of shit-soaked jockey shorts hanging through.  I did stop only
two steps further, turned and said "well, how you doing."

Turning back to me, but scratching his ass with one hand and smiling at
my bright red tits, he answered, "sweatin' heavily."

He pulled the hand back around front and took a big sniff and smiled
again.  I must have looked very eager, because he thrust it in my face,
showing me hair-coated knuckles all wet in brown shit juice.

I sniffed hard and, right there in the middle of the block, stuck my tongue
out and ran it over the coarse stinking hand hairs.

"I'm Theo -- you come by tomorrow, same time?" he said.

"Sure thing," I answered instantly.

"You like dirty shorts like these?" he questioned, gesturing down to his
swollen crotch.

My immediate answer, "Only if I can clean them...", caused him to smile
broadly.

"Come down the service alley, down the steps and take the door into the
basement.  At the end of the hall, there's a door that says 'Janitor'.  Go
in there and keep going through doors till you're in the back hall -- lock
the 'Janitor' door behind you -- go downstairs at the end of the hall --
you'll find my personal bathroom -- go in and make yourself comfortable -
- I'll join you," he instructed.

With one final squeeze of his gigantic meatpole, Theo disappeared back
down the hallway and into the building, as I slipped my shirt on and
dashed home to whack my aching swollen italian pole.

All Saturday morning I spent gearing up for what I knew would be a great
afternoon of pigsex.  I strapped up my fat knobs in unwaxed floss until
they were 3" long funnels sticking out from my pecs.  The pecs and butt
muscles got extra pumping attention on my gym, and I spent a half hour
shaving down my asslips and trimming an obscene message, "scum pig,"
in my closely cropped mat of black chest hair covering my bulging tits.
I was so hot for dirty sex that I spent nearly an hour squatting on one of
my biggest dildoes, fucking the shit out of my hole till it hung open like a
rude raw piece of meat sucking air.

Getting dressed was just as fun.  I hung my heavy gold toilet seat
medallion on a thick chain around my neck, a stretched, grey jockstrap
over my shaved, pumped meat and bull balls, small workout shorts and
a heavy v-neck sweatshirt, which still didn't cover the way my titnipples
hung out in their industrial rubber band bindings.

I followed Theo's instructions carefully, finding the side door unlocked,
walking down the dark and steam filled hallway which had no outside
windows and locking the Janitor door behind me.  It was very dim in the
dark corridor behind this office, with only light from a small, frosted
window around a far corner.  The narrow, silent hallway led in a crooked
pattern through several fire doors.

Finally, down a steep flight of damp cement steps and under several
dripping steam pipes, I came to a final door with a scrap paper sign taped
on it -- "Janitor's Shit Room" it read in big, scrawled letters.  You could
barely read the sign in this low ceiling steam tunnel, lit only with a bulb
deep in the recesses of the pipes.  I entered a room that was obviously
well below ground level.  No more than ten feet by ten feet, one end of
the room was a cement platform raised up about a foot with a big throne
like chair at one end and another chair-like contraption that looked like it
was made from an old toilet bowl cut off near the base at the platform's
other end.  Along the back wall were several hooks, each displaying some
completely rotted piece of underclothing: a shredded t-shirt, several pairs
of grey-brown briefs with torn crotches and seats.  On the left wall was a
long trough -- yeah, really, the kind used to feed pigs on a farm.  Old
pieces of carpet were scattered about on the floor and in a small pile near
the trough, which was brimming in dank, stinking urine and floating,
decaying logs of ripe shit, some of them nearly 10" long.

To the right of the door was an plywood bathroom stall.  I opened the
door and inside found three stools of varying heights, plus a wall of
shelves holding ropes, chains and virtually every dildo size I'd ever seen.
There were also several dirt caked empty jars holding various
indescribable types of scum.  The two stall walls had cut outs of various
shapes at different heights, and had hooks and ringlets all around the
walls.  The right wall was only about three feet from the wall behind the
door, and in this tight space was a mid-sized chair, it's back missing.
This, it was obvious, was Theo's "I'm getting my fat sausage sucked off
chair" to be used with the glory hole booth.  I closed the stall door behind
me, lit a joint and sat down on one of the stools, removing my clothes and
stroking on my swollen, drooping dickmeat in the dirty, low yellow light of
the two lamps and one ceiling fixture that dimly lit the tiny stinkhole called
the "Janitor's Shit Room".

A few minutes after finishing the joint, and just as I felt the quarter hit of
acid I'd dropped starting to kick in nice and slow, I heard footsteps
coming down the cement steps - slowly, one hot slow step at a time.

Into the room walked Theo.  He immediately locked the door and I saw
him walk forward and step up onto the cement platform.  He fondled
several pieces of the dank, stinking underwear hanging from the wall.  He
reached down next to his "throne" and lifted up a plastic bag, withdrawing
from it a green mold covered pair of shorts that dripped long strings of
wet juice onto his pantsleg and boots.  He moaned as he sniffed these
and hung them over one arm of the giant chair.

This raunchmaster turned to face me, displaying a t-shit torn down the
front of his hairy muscled chest and stained yellow in dry piss, his pants
were grease covered and wet with greasy piss slicks all around the head
of the massive pork meat.

Through the plywood peepholes, I saw the hairy greek stink master
remove his sweat-stained, yellow, torn t-shirt and his tight green workpants
stained brown in the seat.  The pouch of his filth-caked jockey shorts was
yellow and dark grey, dripping thick ropes of slimy goo from the cheese
caked protrudence of the massive, uncut and fur-covered sausage inside.

Slowly he turned on the cement platform in front of me, bending to scratch
one sweaty ham-hock calf, the size of a small tree trunk.  His full round
buns were sloppily covered in brown tinted thin cotton jockeys carrying a
full load of wet soft shit, causing a bulge from the stinking hot load and
dripping brown juice in streams down the inside of thick coarse hair caked
crotch and thighs.  He squatted his thick legs down low, pushing his fat
round butt out toward my prying eyes and nose as they hung through the
plywood stall wall.  Theo rotated the firm, shit coated buttcheeks then,
reaching back, peeled the filthy cloth down slowly over the sticky black
asshairs covering the melon cheeks.  Theo reached a hair covered hand
back behind him and dunked it into the sagging pool of liquid crap
hanging in the scum cloth just below his stinking crotch.  First he took one
handful of liquid shit and rubbed it all over the stiff hairs of one rounded
assglobe, then another handful coating the other cheek.  The slick hairs
were coated and shining as he pulled the shorts back up, the liquid
soaking across his entire rounded hairbutt.  His strong fingers wedged the
full seat up into his deep butt cleavage, forcing more wet shit scum to
ooze through the cloth, across the massive muscular cheeks and drip out
into small pools on the carpet scrap which lay on the floor between his
legs.

Theo walked with crap-filled bow-legs over to the shit stall I sat in and
opened the door.  In one hand he brought the sweat-soaked, piss-stained
t-shirt he had recently stripped off.  He took one wringing wet armpit which
held several black and greasy armpit hairs on the cloth of the shirt and
wrapped it around my face, letting me inhale the deep odor of this
raunchpig janitor in his basement toilet.  With one massive arm he lifted
me from the stool and slipped three fingers of his shit-liquid coated hand
into my shaven butt crevice, finding the hanging asslips and slipping easily
inside my loose pig pussy hole.  Theo lifted my arms up high and, taking
wrist restraints from the shelf, shackled my arms spreadeagle against the
wall facing out into the room.  He put a dog collar around my neck and
a belt around my waist, chaining each from both sides loosely to the wall.
I was now half standing with my face pushed up against a large glory hole
in the booth, framing my eyes, nose and mouth but restraining the rest of
my head against the wall.

Theo roughly fucked my wet cunt with his rough fingers, getting four
shoved deep inside as my butt hung vulnerable before him.  I could smell
nothing but stink and the piss-soaked t-shirt was caught over my eyes to
prevent me seeing out into his fuck palace.  I felt the head of a fat, ribbed
dildo up against my hole, and, with little effort and one deep grunt from
my gut, nearly a foot of the round plastic fuckpole sunk up into my juicy,
gaping twat.

Theo pulled on the chains attached to my waist and my butt was lowered
onto a short stool, stretching my body up against the wall.  I could feel my
pecs exposed through a large cut out in the plywood and felt the head of
my flopping guinea grease dong flap against a lower plywood hole.
Grabbing several items off of the shelf, Theo left the booth and went
around to the outside.  Leather straps were tied tight around the base of
my own swollen horsecock and then were tightened down to rings on the
outside, pulling my crotch up against the wall and exposing my dripping
prick to Theo's outside scrutiny.  I had no choice but to hold my tits thrust
forward Theo returned to tighten the upper and lower chains attaching me
to the wall.  A minute later, I felt a double inhaler thrust up my nose,
instantly sending me on a spinning buzz.  I heard Theo unscrew a jar cap
and suddenly he was shoving gobs of wet crud into my nostrils and open
mouth.  I held my mouth open as he shoveled several tablespoons of the
damp, stinking crud into my hair-surrounded toilet mouth, and I recognized
the taste faintly as headcheese that must have been in the jar for months.


Theo grabbed my swollen red siliconed titknobs, causing me to rock
forward slightly on the stool and shove the fat dildo another inch deeper
into my dripping cunt butt.

Having chomped, drooled and slobbered all of the headcheese down into
my throat, I began oinking like a pig in heat and running my tongue
around the hair in my beard in order to catch the thick wads of creamy
headcheese rotting on my face.  Then I felt the head of Theo's enormous
fuckrod up against my lips.  I opened wide, whimpered and drooled into
my beard, thick gobs of cheese dripping down onto my chin.  Theo pulled
back the skin and my nostrils, dripping aged headcheese, smelled the
acrid stench of fresh, raw headcheese.  My tongue and lips reached out,
surrounding the mammoth knob beneath the flapping greek skin and were
treated to slimy slicks of creamy cheese containing big lumps all over the
head and piss slit.

Theo thrust the entire length deep into my lips, causing a dogfoam of
drool and headcheese to ooze around my distended lips, coating my lips
and beard in a stinking froth of toilet crud.  He fucked my face slowly and
deeply, letting me inhale the feted raunch of his scraggly bush at the base
of his gigantic hog, then slip back out through my lips, hauling greasy
cheese along the slippery and foul stenched shaft.

Hauling the shaft out of my mouth, Theo came back into the booth and
pulled the t-shirt off of my eyes.  Walking back out into the room, he took
a rotted pair of jockey shorts from the wall and walked to the pig trough.
He dipped the already foul material into the liquid mixture of piss and shit
which gave the room its outhouse odor, then brought the shorts, dripping
and full, up to my face, chuckling to himself and itching the lengthy
swollen meat hanging from the front of his own crud-coated jockeys at his
waist.

The shorts were tacked onto the outside of the wall so they hung against
my face and my tongue and teeth immediately began to explore the
sopping wet and filled toy.

Coming around behind me, Theo removed the stool wedged against my
melon butt cheeks and slipped the fat dong out, dropping it with a wet
"splotch" onto the floor.  My drooling hole farted loudly once before Theo
slipped his own hard rod into my begging cunt.  He loosened the upper
chain just slightly, enough for his tree-trunk forearms to reach around my
swollen, sore pecs and grab my distended cow udders.  He milked my tits
furiously as he thrust his elephant dong in and out of my willing rapehole.
My hole was stretched wide by the greasy stinking sausage pole of the
hairy greek stink master.  I sunk my face into the sagging rear of the
raunchy jockeys strapped to my shit-smeared face, drinking in a good half
cup of lump-filled liquid shit and crotch slime.  Wet, stinking slicks of wet
stud slime ran down my beard, my chin and dripped onto the floor at the
foot of the stall.

Theo folded my swollen nipples over double between his strong, hairy
fingers and let go two long, dripping and smelly farts while stroking my
open, slick pigcunt.  He let my tits go and pulled his fingers down around
the base of his throbbing horsecock, thrusting three extra fingers in around
his enormous fucktool, then six, finally slipping both hands and the base
of his stuff shaft up my mammouthly stretched fuckpussy, making me his
fuck- and his fist-cunt.

Pulling back, Theo's swollen tube of beefsteak flopped noisily from my
whorehole, big wads of slick hole juice gushing down my legs and my
swollen cunt lips flopping out and downward grasping outward in the air.
Theo stroked my long, shaved cuntlips with his fingers, slipping one hand
then another in and out of my begging hole, making me whimper and beg
him to fuck me again with that massive greek stinkpole.

He disconnected the chains at the collar and at the waist.  He took a dildo
from the shelf, quite fat at the tip, but flaring out to the width of a coffee
can and then tapering to a plug-top the size of a cokebottle bottom, flared
out so my lips were held stretched out against it, hanging in the air.

"How about a nice little enema high, pigboy," Theo announced.  Pulling a
small enema bottle with a long plastic tube down from the shelf, he slid
the tube alongside the fat plastic cone stuffing my loose fuckhole.  Then
he took a bottle of tequila from the shelf and poured several shots in the
plastic enema bottle.  He attached the bottle to the hose up my butt and
fed the tequila directly into my dripping, juice-filled cunt.  Minutes later the
tequila began its work and my head was spinning, my muscles all loose.
A massive wet fart ripped from my hole, dumping thick, gooey juice down
my flapping pig cuntlips and down the inside of my thighs.  I moaned,
oinked, squirmed on the plug and stuck my face back through the wall to
lick and chew and the stinking laundry hung out for my cleaning services.

Theo left the booth and moved to the throne in the far corner of the room.
I followed, staggering, and kneeled in front of the big chair.  Theo hoisted
his powerful and black-hair coated legs up into the chair, setting his feet
up onto the arm rests and slinging his reeking butt cheeks forward toward
my face.  Reaching beneath his back, he slid the stinking, sagging jockeys
up his legs so they rested half way up his thigh, the thickly-caked seat
sagging outward directly in front of my nose.  With the ferociousness of
a starved doberman, I gobbled outward, using my teeth to scrape the
inch of thick crud from the filth-slicked fabric hanging in my toilet face.
Theo pulled the drawers from his legs, stuffing them in my mouth with
several fingers, packing them in with his thumb while thick brown juice
dripped through my coated beard and large lumps of warm brown shit
stuck to the bristly ends of my moustache and goatee.

Reaching down to milk my distended goat tits, Theo smiled and ran his
fingers across the words "scum pig" carved into my chest.  He took a red
magic marker from the floor beside his thrown and filled the letters in so
the foul message stood out brightly in the dim toiletroom.

"I want you to keep that shaved down, just like that, you cuntpig.  And I
want you to keep it all bright red.  You wear a t-shirt only on weekends,
'cause I want everyone to know what a stinking toilet you are.  Wait till I
introduce you to my friends in the Bronx -- you're gonna eat more shit and
get fucked with more big dick than any pig in New York.  My personal little
toiletpig, little italian studcunt.  Yeah..."

Leaning back, Theo hauled his laundered jockeys from my mouth and
drew them to his nose to sniff the wet juices soaking through the fabric.
His fat, stinking pole lay half way up his chest and his deep, stinking
buttcrevice lay bare before me.  His horse sized balls, white-cheese-caked
crotch and shit smeared butt cheeks were covered in an inch of forest-
thick black, curly hair.  Opening my mouth wide, I slid my tongue and
front teeth down the cheese-slicked crotch.  I raised my mouth up to show
my scum master the curly black hairs caught in my teeth and the thick
coating of scum covering my tongue and lips.  Returning to my feeding
tray, I dined for over fifteen minutes on the wet slick of shitjuice coating
each massive, muscular butt cheek and then dug deep into the forest of
crud-caked hair filling the deep crevice.  My lips reached through the
dense, stinking forest of shit-coated asshairs and found a slight opening
in the deepest growth.  Diving forward my nose was literally packed in wet
scum while my searching lips found the fat, swollen and protruding lips of
Theo's stinking scumpit.  His asslips were gigantic, the size of the swollen
cunt lips on a fat black woman who's had a dozen kids.  His fat asslips
puffed outward and I filled my mouth with the luscious taste of his cream-
slicked gates to his voracious shit tube.

Theo dropped his legs down, pulling my stretched out mouth from the
heavy suck job I'd given his powerful, stench-filled asshole.

He pulled me from my kneeling position and lay me on my back at the
other end of the platform.  Theo switched on a light by the floor that lit up
the entire inside of the broken toilet bowl on legs before me.  I slid my
head beneath the seat and realized my face just fit into the rubber gasket
that had been mounted at the bottom of the bowl.  The rubber reached
around my cheeks and sealed against my head, making my face the
virtual hole attached to the bowl's bottom -- the only means of exit for
anything dumped into the toilet.  Theo lower his massive furry butt down
on the seat and I realized that the light was actually inside the rim of the
stinking, shit-streaked toilet.  As his clamped his big round butt mounds
over the top of the seat, the light became glaring, focusing my sight
directly into the hair crevice pulled taught across the top of the bowl.

Theo's massive buttlips hung down through the spit-slicked hairs, pouting
open and shining in the light.  They were the biggest set of asslips I'd
ever seen.  Theo moaned deeply and said "now you get a nice hot
lunchmeal of my real slimestink, you toilet -- you are a toilet, boy, just a
fucking, shit-eating, cheese-chewing cunt whore of a fucking stinking
toiletbowl.  Yeah..."

The massive lips opened wide and a long wheeze of gas blew straight
into my nose.  The lips flapped with a second noisy, horribly stinking fart
and long ropes of wet shit started leaking continuous streams of greasy
crud onto my cheeks, filling the very bottom of the seal.  I was aware of
a wet pool of stink clinging to my face all around.  The lips parted wide
before me, making what seemed to be a giant opening in the dark, putrid
forest.

A tube of wet brown shit as big around as a baseball bat slid slowly out
between the lips.  The shit was knotted and filled with shells of some sort,
like corn or nuts.  It edged down until it stuck into my lips, then pulled
back, the fat lips slopping around it and becoming dark brown with the
wet slime encasing the turd log.

My lips opened wide, my mouth waiting as the log began its descent
once more, dropping heavily and in one slick continuous flow into my
trough mouth.  The stud turd went on and on, for over a foot, as my
mouth tried to chew and swallow the stinkmeal being fed from these
humongous greek toilet-feeder asslips.  The shit curled and fell onto my
face, breaking in pieces as a gaseous, stinking fart blew wet, lumpy shit
juice forcefully across the inside of the bowl.  Big, dripping pieces of wet
shit slid down the bowl sides and rested against my face, where my mouth
gasped and chewed with a furor.

Another stinking foot of slimy, hot turd dump fell into the bowl, literally
covering my face in a wet layer of soft, lump-filled crap.  Theo raised
himself from the seat and stared down into the bowl.  Laughing through
his drool-filled goatee, he spit a huge slimy hawkerload into the pile of shit
covering my chomping mouth.  He straightened up, showing me the his
fur-caked fuck rod, immense even when soft.  He peeled the skin back
around the huge deep red head and a heavy stream of dark yellow piss
shot forth, washing the lumps of shit from the side of the bowl and
cascading stinking, foul piss down into my face and up my nose.  Theo
concentrated the strong, dank stream on the pile of shit moving over my
mouth and bored a wide hole in the reeking load, revealing my lips and
teeth caked brown in my wet, smelly lunch load.  My mouth filled to the
brim with his malodorous yellow liquor, my head spinning, my cunt filled.
Big lumps of Theo's hot turd meat floated in my gulping toilet trough and
still the torrent of hot studpiss continued.  I reverted to simply gulping, as
the steaming piss liquified the shit and it slid easily in soft lumps down my
throat.

Theo tilted the toilet bowl forward, pouring the rest of the wretched crud
into my mouth, then pulled me from beneath my feeding chair.  My own
10" of uncut italian meat was sticking hard into the air, aching for my
pumping hand.  Theo walked over to the far corner and pulled his suck
chair across to the pig trough.  He lowered himself into the stink trough
and commanded me to seat my sore, swollen and plugged buttlips onto
the chair seat before him.  He reached both hands into the scum pit and
poured giant gobs of decaying, piss-soaked shit onto his massive, hair-
forested pecs and tight stomach.  His massive rod, dripping green and
yellow juices from beneath the furry foreskin hanging loose in great folds
about the end, stuck up from the sewer which just covered his crotch.

I wedged my butt firmly against the seat, shoving the plastic can of a
dildoplug into my aching hoghole.  Theo grasped at my long cow nipples
and pulled my face down to the head of his behemoth fuckshaft.  My lips
folded around the loose and dripping skin, sliding down into the murky
toilet trough the suck in the entire foot of steel hard stuff pole.  Theo held
poppers to my nose and scooped soft shit from the trough to pack up my
nostrils behind the poppers.  Grasping my ears, Theo spit again and again
into my face, fucking my head furiously down onto the greasy shit-streaked
shaft.  He grabbed my beard, roaring from deep in his throat and stuffing
whole handfuls of thick soaking shit against my head, in my ears, behind
my ears as he shoved my face under the surface of the thickly-coated
pool of pure slime.  Screaming from deep in his stomach, the hairy toilet
master dumped cups of steaming hot, stinking cum into my suckhole
throat.  Pulling my face away, I opened my eyes to this hair and shit
caked muscle stud, shit running down his face and thick chest hair, his
swollen cock streaked in shit and dripping greasy gobs of thick horse
cumjuice.  Theo sneered, spit into my face and reached his hands into the
toilet pool.  He threw great handfuls of wet, rancid toilet shit against my
face and chest, stuffing my mouth full, wiping his hands into my beard and
then grabbing and hauling on my hot red distended cunt tits.  I hauled
heavily on my greasy, stinking pole and, roaring like a rutting cow, I
spattered my italian stinkload into the trough before me, collapsing forward
in the chair with my head on the shit- and hair-covered stomach of Theo,
my newest raunch master.