Tuesday Afternoon Perv
by Stephen

ARE MY LOOKS OKAY? The service told me some about ya before I come over. They told me a lot about ya. Ya even got a nickname - the Tuesday afternoon perv. "Tuesdays at two - Wear your raunchiest socks..." Sent me a note tellin' me to stop changin' em about a week ago. Sure, pal - I know 'bout pervs, I know all 'bout how a certain kinda fag needs to be treated. Needs it bad, too.

So how 'bout 'em? Size twelve, faggot, don't it get your dick hard just hearin' me say that? Yeah, I can see it does - man, that's disgusting. How 'bout the sneakers? Dirty, ain't they? Dirty old sweat-stink chucks, faggot - specialty of the house. So how bad d'ya want em, porker? How bad? How much does the fuckin' privilege of untying these high-tops really mean to ya anyway, ya goddam deviant? Fuckin' privilege. An' sniff-pig pervs don't get what they fuckin' need - do they, cocksucker? - don't get what they fuckin' need till they ask for it. Ask nicely.

Tell me how bad ya need it. Tell me what a disgusting piece of faggot pigshit ya are for even thinkin' ya might fuck around with a real man. Tell me all the fuckin' sick shit that makes yer fag dick do the thinkin for ya. Dickhead. Sniff-pig. Sniff-pig faggot. Ya ever been down on the farm? Sure ya have. Been near a pigsty at feedin' time? Man, those porkers want that slop so fuckin bad that they squeal an they grunt and... you need it that bad too, dontcha piggy? Bad enough - c'mon, Porky, I wanna hear some grunts. I wanna hear some squeals. Nah - ya stay the fuck over there where ya belong, faggot, stay there an' stare at my propped-up jock-sweat stinkeroos. Stare at em. Pant for 'em. Sniff the fuckin' air, pervert - sniff it like the fuckin' animal ya really are. Nose in the air, Porky, nose up, tongue out, lemme hear ya squeal fer it. Gimme some pig snorts. Can ya sit up on yer hind legs? Squeal, pig. Beg for what ya need, motherfucker, show me how low you'll really go for the whiff of my hot meaty size twelves. Grovel, faggot. Fuck you. I know what ya really need, degenerate, ya need a fuckin' kick from these chucks in yer fat faggot ass. An' that's what yer gonna get if ya don't crawl over here an' untie these high-tops. Now! Maybe you might learn to follow instructions if I grab ya by the back of the head an' jam yer sniff-pig face into that open shoe. Smell good, porker? My three-week-old soakin' wet socks give the inside o'that shoe a heavy fuckin' stink? Man - I can smell it up here. So you just jam that nose - there, fag, I said All The Way Down! Sniff it! Breathe deep, pervert, take in so much o'that hot funky foot stench that ya moan an' squeal 'an get all pitiful to lemme know how much of sick fuckin' fairy ya really are... sniff it, pig, sniff it. Christ, you know how goddam disgustin' ya look right now, faggot? Jammin' yer snout all the way in my cheesy-sweat open sneakers while ya grab at that fuckin tent in yer pants. I don't know whether to laugh at yer sick ass or puke all over it. Okay, pig, take the joystick out an' give it a workout if ya need to, but I don't want no slimy mess on any part'o me, got that? Cause if ya do, ya fat-assed faggot, yer gonna lick it the fuck up! Now get that fuckin' shoe off an' show me some fuckin' respect!

Pull it off. Now - here! - ya need to have it jammed in yer stink-sniffin' face? Ya like that, fag? Ya need that? Ya need it bad? Tell me, sniff-pig, squeal fer me while yer lickin the inside o'that rancid sweat-soaked sole. Sniff it! Taste the ground-in toejam, pig, savor it. Ain't too many fairies get the privilege o'doin' what yer doin', do they? Makes you a fuckin' privileged character, don't it? Don't it, pig? Fuck you - that's enough. More than a perv like you deserves. Give ya an overdose on the chucks an' ya won't have it together for my fuckin' laundry problem.

Oh, ya didn't know 'bout that? Man, these stinkin' - Whew! - Stinkin' goddam socks! - they're too far-fuckin' gone for that Maytag, sniff-pig, no - they need somethin' more personal. Ever hear o'hand-laundry? Well, I wanna see some sweat-suckin' laundry, fag, jam this sock right - HERE! - how's that, pervert? Now suck the fuckin sweat outa that dirty jock sock, faggot, you cocksuckers are s'pposed to like suckin' so much an' be so fuckin' good at it - so SUCK! Suck an' swallow every drop o' that raunchy sweat. Got that? Oh, cripes -yer disgustin' man! Yer in hog heaven piggin' out on my stinkin' socks. TASTE GOOD? Shit. Oughta lock ya in a pigpen with nothin' to eat but my stiff, crusty, funky week-long socks. But you'd like that too much, wouldn't ya perv? An' nobody should ever get everything they want - at least not right away, should they, fag? So chow down, porker, 'cause I saved up enough toe-jam and funky foot dirt for a whole sniff-pig picnic. Oink, oink, motherfucker. Clean up my big bare sweat-soaked fuckin' feet, fag - clean 'em up and show me how fuckin' grateful ya are to even be close to 'em. That's what a real man smells like, ya queer, that's what a real man tastes and smells like an' ya fuckin' love it! Cripes. Sit back, quit slobberin' all over it. Pig. Now just sit back an' stare at it. Stare at my foot. Can ya smell it where yer sittin'? Does it fuckin' stink? Only a real low-down hog could like a stink like that.

Know what a sexual deviant is, faggot? I mean, even for a faggot, yer a really perverted deviant, ya know that? I know it, sniff-pig. There's a lot o'you out there... a lotta fags who need treatment and training that can only be done by a specialist. An' that's what I am, porker, I'm the guy who comes by once a week to remind ya that yer a goddam freak of nature that has a need to slop around in the personal private body-stink of every single straight hot stud ya come across. Only ya can't an' ya can't even talk about it to anyone, an' that's where I come in, isn't it?
'Cause I'm gonna give ya exactly what ya need, an' I'm gonna do it the way that you need to have it done. An' ya love it.

Okay, pervert, lick this real man's foot-stink. I give ya fuckin' permission' - how's that? Down on yer knees, tongue stickin out... slop it up, porker, suck those toes like you'd like to suck my fuckin' cock. Lick between 'em. Right between the toes. Ya like toe-dirt? Ya get a stiff-on when ya think about eatin' an' sniffin' a real man's feet? Yer a sick fuck, sniff-pig...

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