Men Like s!!! / Fuck Like Pigs!!!
The Sordid Tale of “Men Like S!!! / Fuck Like Pigs!!!”
In the annals of vintage pornography, few titles are as notorious and infamous as “Men Like S!!! / Fuck Like Pigs!!!” This raunchy, no-holds-barred film is a raw, unapologetic escapade into the seedy underbelly of male-on-male sexual depravity. Shot on grainy Super 8mm film, the movie captures the sleazy aura of its grubby, worn-out performers and the grimy locations that serve as their playgrounds.
The film opens with a grainy shot of a run-down public restroom, the kind found in sleazy truck stops and squealing back alleys. Our first man, a musclebound, hairy-chested Neanderthal known only as “Stud,” is hunched over a urinal, his enormous cock already at half-mast. Another man, a greasy, shaved deviant called “Dirk,” slinks into the frame, eyeing Stud’s meat like a hungry shark. Dirk approaches the stud, whispering, “You gonna use that thing, or just stare at it, pig?”
Without a word, Stud whips around, his rock-hard rod now fully engorged and glistening in the dim lighting. Dirk drops to his knees, his tongue sliding out to lap at the head, savoring the salty pre-cum leaking from the slit. Stud grips Dirk’s head, shoving his cock deep into the back of Dirk’s throat. Dirk gags and sputters, but keeps pumping his throat up and down Stud’s impressive length.
The camera cuts to a different scene, this one set in a smoky backroom bar, illuminated only by a single bare lightbulb. Here, several men are hunched over a wooden table, passing around a dildo, each one taking a turn shoving the toy up their asses. The moans and groans that fill the room are a symphony of pure, unadulterated depravity.
Back in the restroom, Stud has now backed Dirk up against a tiled wall, his cock pounding into the bone-white flesh as if he’s trying to split Dirk in two. Stud’s grunts are like the rutting of a wild boar, while Dirk’s moans are those of a filthy hog in heat. The two men’s bodies are slick with sweat and urine, the stench of espionage filling the air. Finally, with a roar that could wake the dead, Stud erupts inside Dirk’s bowels, pumping what must be gallons of seed into the prostrate whore.
The next scene is a sheer orgy of debauchery, set in a run-down warehouse somewhere in the industrial wasteland of what appears to be L.A.’s seedy underbelly. A dozen men are engaged in an all-out orgy, sucking and fucking with a frenzied, almost feral energy. The men are a motley crew of cock-hungry perverts – skinny, fat, muscular, hairy, smooth – all united in their desperate need for filthy back-alley sex.
The film builds to a crescendo, with the men pairing off into threesomes and foursomes, their mouths and holes crammed with cock after cock. The sounds of men grunting, moaning, and screaming in ecstasy echo off the grimy walls of the warehouse, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond. The camera pans over the writhing, sweating bodies, catching glimpses of cocks splitting asses open, mouths stretched wide around thick shafts, balls slapping against taint and crotch.
Finally, in one last, glorious spasm of debauchery, the men begin to cum. It’s as if a dam has burst, with streams of thick, frothy jizz gushing from gaping holes and pulsing cocks. The cum drips from flushed faces, oozes from quivering anuses, and pools on the grimy concrete floor. The men lick it up greedily, like pigs at a trough, before collapsing in a pile of sweaty, sticky flesh.
And so ends “Men Like S!!! / Fuck Like Pigs!!!” The film is a testament to the unbridled, animalistic passions that drive men to seek out raw, uninhibited, anonymous sex. It’s a declaration of the joys of filth, depravity, and the sweet release that can only be found in the most sordid of places. For those who dare to watch, it’s a glimpse into a world of pure, carnal hedonism, where all inhibitions are thrown to the wind and the beast within is let loose.
