I watched the palm trees gently sway with the summer breeze as I coasted down to the beach on my bike. Only a handful of clouds in the sky, low humidity, middle of the week when adults had to be at work, it was a perfect day for relaxing by the shore.


I got to the parking area and locked up my bike. Didn’t take me long to find a nice spot in an area that didn’t burn my feet when walking on it. I laid down my backpack, and started setting up shop. Laid down the beach towel, unfolded my chair, removed my shirt, broke out my cassette player, put in a fresh tape of tunes recorded from the radio...yes, it was time to relax and not worry about a thing. Summer vacation was upon me.


I put my headphones on and reached for one of my comic books in my backpack. I tried to pay no mind to people walking by. I’d occasionally look up to see the pair of legs of a grown-up, or a sizable wave hitting the shore.


The comic book was eventually able to hold my focus for a long period. I almost forgot I was relaxing on the beach until a ball flew by, over my ears. I turned and watched the ball as it hit the sand on the other side of me.


The sound of frantic running had me turn my head back to where the ball came from. A young pig, short, stubby, rotund, was chasing after it. He passed by me, paying me no mind, as he grabbed the ball and ran back to wherever he came from.


I went back to my comic book after that. I got a few pages in before my focus was interrupted by the ball again.


The whoosh it made by me caught my attention as it flew by, in the other direction this time. The same pig, his flabby boy titties flopping around as he ran with a huge smile on his face, passed by me and chased the ball down.


Energetic for his body type, I thought. I started reading my comic some more after that.


Interruptions stopped for a good while. As I continued to read my comic, I occasionally trailed off, my brain trying to analyze the pig boy. He seemed young, about 3 or so years younger than me. I knew I’d seen him before, but couldn’t put my finger on where. I’d occasionally look up and see him, playing with his ball. Looking to see if he was playing with anyone else, I saw no one.


He didn’t seem lonely, in fact the grin on his face seemed to show he was quite happy to be playing with his beach ball alone. He’d occasionally stop for a second to pull up the back of his yellow swim briefs to cover the crack of his butt back up, but would go back to throwing his ball around.


Swim briefs were an odd, and also somewhat brave choice for a chubby kid like him. Not even skinnier cubs like myself wore them, opting for board shorts and swim trunks. I had swim trunks on, myself.


I tried to go back to my comic, but since he made his presence known, I found it harder to concentrate on it. I started seeing his round, skimpily-clad body in the comic panels.


I must have eventually dozed off while trying to read.


I woke up to something falling into my lap.


“I’m sorry, Mr. Bunny!”


I opened my eyes to seeing the ball on top of my comic book.


“I didn’t mean for the ball to fall on you. My glasses fell off when I was throwing the ball.”


I looked up and saw the young pig standing next to me.


“It’s okay,” I grabbed the ball out of my lap and handed it to him. The smile returned to his face.


“Thanks!”


He took the ball out of my hands.


“Wanna play with me?” He asked.


Remembering how he seemed to be happy despite being alone, but finding it odd for someone to be throwing around and chasing a ball by themselves, I agreed. Some beach time should be spent having fun too, I felt.


“Sure,” I said, getting up out of my beach chair.


“Yay!”


We walked over to a not-as-crowded area and started a game of Catch. He seemed rather old for it, but eager to play. We threw the ball back and forth for a while.
“What’s your name?” I asked.


“Sean. You?”


“I’m Tyler,” I responded.


“Nice to meet you~” He said, sing-song.


He was definitely a quirky kid, he seemed bright for his age.


“You seem familiar to me,” I said, throwing the ball.


“We go to school together.”


Did we? I tried to remember the various faces I’d seen more than once but didn’t quite know.


“We pass by in class lines when I go to Music.”


Trying to remember the times I’ve walked in single-file lines from different parts of the school back to class, I did recall seeing a stout pig boy in glasses looking at me while passing by a few times. I guess he went to Music after I did this past year.


“Oh, that was you!”


He grinned and nodded his head.


We continued playing for a while, talking about favorite cartoons, TV shows, music...he liked a lot of the same things I did. He seemed rather nerdy, he liked to talk about his computer at home. I didn’t have one, but him talking about learning something called ‘basic’ and being able to make his own games made me want to ask my parents to get one for me.


The talking continued, but we started to forget about passing the ball to each other.


My stomach rumbled, loud enough for Sean to hear.


“Hehe. Wanna bring your stuff over to where mine is? I have snacks, I bought a lot.”


“Sounds like a plan, I didn’t have any room in my backpack for lunch.”


“Let’s go~” He said again, sing-song.
After packing my chair and blanket and stuff, I followed the pig cub across the beach. Seemed like a far walk, I wondered how he got all the way to where I sat my stuff down.


“I have a place on the beach no one else goes to,” he said.


We spoke some more as the amount of people around us began to dwindle to almost no one.


I watched him pull up his swim briefs again. They were growing on me.


“Not a style of swimsuit I see a whole lot.” I said.


“Hm?” He looked back at me.

“The swim briefs. Not too many guys wear them.”


“They’re cleaner than shorts. At least that’s what mom says. And she says I look cute in them.”


He turned around and did a pose to show off himself in his swimsuit. I giggled. Funny kid.


“You don’t feel uncomfortable in them?” I asked.


“Nope.”


“What if someone made fun of you for wearing them?”


“I’d do the same thing I do when anyone makes fun of how I look,” he responded.


“What’s that?”


“Pbbbbt!!” He quickly pulled down the back of his briefs, revealing all of his round butt, while blowing raspberries with his tongue and holding up his middle finger.


I laughed. The sight of him mooning me and flipping me off was pretty funny.


“Does that happen often?”

He giggled. “Nope.”


“That’s good. Confidence is a good thing.”


He pulled his swim briefs back up and we continued on.


The area he set up in was still part of the beach, though somewhat grassy. It was on the other side of the dock, where not too many people were. His own blanket and backpack sat there, untouched.


“No one comes here. It’s perfect.”


I laid down my own stuff again, next to his. He sat on his blanket while setting down his ball and rummaged through his backpack. He pulled out full-sized bags of chips, some cans of soda, and a whole pack of sandwich cookies.


I started drooling. I knew the fat kid would bring the good snacks.


We dug in and filled our bellies with junk food. I showed him my comics while we ate. He told me about his favorite ones, and some rare ones his dad had. His dad’s a nerd just like he is, he says. Works at some software company in the valley.


After a while, we finished our snacks, and laid back on our blankets. I let out a hearty belch.


“‘Scuse me,” I said, giggling.


I laid back in my chair, starting to relax again. I noticed my new buddy wriggling about in the corner of my eye.


I turned and saw the pig cub pulling off his swim briefs completely. He tossed them to the edge of his blanket.


“Ahh, freedom!” He said.


“Pfft!” I chuckled. “You took your swimsuit off?”


“Yup. I nekkid now~”


He was. Not even a couple of hours after meeting him, I knew what he looked like head to toe with no clothes on.


“You don’t mind me seeing your wiener?” I asked.


“Nope. You can look at my weenie. I don’t care.”


I took a closer look. His dick was pretty short, mostly just the head partially covered by his foreskin. Not too weird for his age.


His nutsack was a completely different story! It was pretty big, definitely bigger than mine. Since he was furless, I was able to see the detail on his sack, the ridges, the line going down the middle...I was wondering how I didn’t even notice it when he was wearing his swimsuit.


He saw me looking. He started positioning himself so I could get a better look, closing his legs up and letting his sack plop onto his thighs.


“I like when friends want to look at it,” He smiled.


“It’s nice,” I complimented him. “How often do your friends see it?”


“Every time they sleep over. I wear a shirt and underwear and socks after my bath but when I get to my room I take my briefs off.”


“And they’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, they do it too sometimes. You can take yours off too right now if you want, no one’s looking.”


I smiled. The thought of being naked in a private area sounded good, especially if a friend was doing it too. I looked around, lifted my legs and then pulled my own trunks off.


“Hee~” The pig seemed rather excited to see my own wiener. My penis was a little longer, but he definitely beat me out in nutsack size.


“I guess that sound means you also like seeing *my* wiener?”


“Yes, it’s good. I like it.”


“Thanks!”


We went back to relaxing for awhile. We let the warm sun beat down on our now completely naked bodies. Whatever unease I may have had being nude outside where people could see slowly melted away. 


Looking back at my new friend, he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. By the time I was his age I started getting shy about doing things like this. His parents must’ve been more easy going than mine.


“Hmm...I gotta pee,” he said, breaking our silence.


I looked at him, saying nothing. He started spreading his legs out. Then he paused for a few seconds.


“Weren’t you going to put your swimsuit on to go to the bathroom?”


“Nope.”


Not even a full second after he said that, he started peeing straight outward, the stream arcing upward, and hitting the sand not far from where the waves washed ashore.


I started to laugh again. He also found it funny.


“I like peeing like this,” he said. “I like seeing how far it can go, hehe.”


The arc stayed high for a good 10-15 seconds or so. He had a lot of piss in him. The yellow liquid stream then slowly lost height and distance, getting closer to us.


“Almost done~” he said in his sing-song voice again.


The stream died down to the point the piss started getting on his beach towel. It eventually came closer to him, to the point in which he was dripping onto his nutsack, then onto his foreskin.


Sean grunted. His penis bounced a bit, letting out some last jets of piss, before bouncing produced nothing except more drops that landed on his balls. He grasped himself with a finger and thumb, squeezing what little shaft he had, to get out the remainder.


The pig wiped himself off with his towel.


“Ahhh,” he sighed in relief before laying back again.


I watched as his penis retreated back to its initial size after him having touched it.


I was definitely getting a kick out of this kid. He was completely comfortable with stripping down and peeing in front of someone he hadn’t known outside of passing him by in the school hallways until a couple of hours before, something most kids stop doing past a certain age. I wish I stayed that comfortable with doing such things.


We went back to relaxing quietly. I turned to my side in my beach chair, where the pig had a better view of my penis.


I noticed he was looking.


“If you want...you can play with my weenie,” he said, “can I play with yours too?”


I was definitely tempted when I first saw his giant nutsack. Now that he was inviting me to...


“Okay bud.”


I got out of my chair and joined my friend on his blanket. As I laid down next to him I grabbed hold of his balls. They were hefty! I rubbed through the ridges and felt the pair of giant things inside. I let my fingers move up to his penis while he was still small and soft. It was very sensitive to my touch, retreating inward from the quick swipes of my fingers, his giggling made it clear that he enjoyed it.


While I was doing that, I felt his own hands playing with my wiener. His curious fingers squished around my head and shaft, occasionally going down to my balls and giving them a good rub.


Our penises firmed up and soon we both had boners. I finally felt a firm, stubby, but present, shaft on him. I pulled his short foreskin, it barely covered his head up. It returned to where it rested when I let go.


He rubbed the underside of my penis head, which had me twitching a lot.


“Wanna touch them together?” He asked.


I got closer, to the point in which his soft, fleshy belly made contact with mine. I put my arms around his back, and he followed. The heads of our penises kissed each other.


“Closer,” I said.


We pressed against each other more firmly. Our shafts started together, as did our nutsacks. His felt massive against mine.


The pig nuzzled me.


“This is nice,” he said.


“It is,” I agreed.


We gently thrusted our goods into each other for a while, hugging and nuzzling. I felt his hands rub my back, as I rubbed his. I slowly moved my hands down to feel the cheeks of his butt. They were round and soft, yet firm. He had no fur at all, it was as if I was touching someone even more naked than me.


“Hehe, you like my butt?” He asked.


“I do~”


He paused again.


“Wanna try something I saw on a video I found in my dad’s room?” He asked.


“What was it?”


“A lady started licking a man’s wiener, and put it in her mouth for a while, and the man said it felt really nice. And then after that they put his wiener in her butt. I’ve tried the first thing with some friends, they said me putting their weenies in my mouth felt really good.”


Heh, I didn’t know this kid knew what porn was. I knew my dad had some but had it hidden good, so I never got to see it.


“Wanna try it?” He asked again.


“Okay,” I agreed.


“Here, I’ll move so you can play with my weenie some more while I start licking yours.”


He repositioned himself to get closer to my dick. I started to play with his nutsack some more. Not long after I began kneading his balls, I felt his tongue licking the tip of my penis.


“Oooh,” I shuddered, “that tickles.”


He giggled.
“Okay, I’ll lick you some more.”


He continued to lick me, going further down my shaft, but not forgetting any part of it. He even started licking my nuts. He gave each part a little lap with the tip of his tongue, teasing it. I felt my penis throb each time he did it.


I could also feel his own bits reacting to my touch, I saw his own penis bounce every so often. I teased the tip of his penis with my finger, pressing it downward, to feel him twitch and go back up.


All of a sudden, I felt the pig’s mouth on my dick. He covered his teeth with his lips, still tickling it with his tongue. He seemed rather experienced with this already!


“Oh, wow~”


It felt extremely good. I’d never had this done before. None of my friends would’ve ever offered to do this!


I felt everything clenching down there. I still had Sean’s penis in my hand, he was doing a good bit of throbbing himself.


He was bobbing up and down on my dick, I felt his nose bump into my nutsack a few times, which I kinda thought was cute.


“I like when your nose hits my balls.”


He briefly took me out his mouth and started giggling.


“I like you rubbing *my* balls,” he said back.


“They’re really nice, I can’t stop playing with them.”


He put me back in his mouth and started tickling me with his tongue some more. As he was doing this, I started to build up the courage to do the same. I got closer and started to lick his nutsack. My tongue felt through the same ridged texture my fingers were enjoying, and feeling the giant firm balls inside. I could faintly taste some of his piss from before, a bitter spot on his sack. Not enough to stop me from continuing.


I continued downward, to his penis. He was rock hard by now. I felt it against my chin as I licked the upper portion of his balls. I started to lick the tip, as he started to lick mine, doing the same thing he did, teasing it by lapping it with the tip of my tongue. His responsive twitching was a good sign that I was doing it right.


“Mmmff,” A muffled moan came from the pig.


I continued. I really liked this new pig kid I met. His silly personality, his charm, his cute belly, his kindness in sharing snacks, and now, this. And to think I was about to have him continuing to play with his ball alone!


He took me out of his mouth again.


“Okay, wanna try the second thing now?”


“Sure~”


“Okay, lay back, and I’m gonna start sitting on your wiener. First we need to get my butthole ready.”


He spit into his hand. I watched him reach back and put his fingers between the two cheeks. He grabbed one cheek with his other hand, revealing his butthole. He started to put a finger in. Then another.


“You can help here, spit onto your fingers and put them in my butt.”


I giggled, but did as he asked. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside of there. I spit into my hand and got my fingers wet. As he took his fingers out, I put my own in. He felt very warm inside.


“Hee, I play with my butt a lot sometimes,” he said, “after I finish my homework I lay in my bed and put my fingers inside for awhile.”


I’ll admit, I enjoyed pushing my fingers in and out of him. I wouldn’t have minded doing only that for an extended period.


“Okay, now we put your wiener in.”


He slowly started to lower himself onto my penis. He spread his cheeks with both of his hands. I felt his butthole clench on my tip. I heard a gentle sigh from him, followed by the sight of his anus relaxing. I helped by guiding my penis in.


It took a minute, but he was able to get me inside.


“You okay?” I asked.


He grunted, “yeah.”


He slowly lowered himself down some more. One he got all the way down to the base, I sat up a bit, and started holding his belly.


“Now what?” I asked.


“Now you push into me, like how we pushed into each other when touching our weenies together.”


I started to push into him. Slowly. The feeling of his insides on my penis felt really tight. I started gaining a bit of speed, to the point in which my penis started to come out, only to go back in.


“Yes, like this,” he said.


I laid back some more, bringing my friend with me. I hugged him, pressing his belly in my hands while gently pushing into him.


“This was a lot of fun today,” I said, “I’m happy we did all this.”


“It was, you wanna continue being friends after this?” He asked.


“You know it~”


I started pushing harder. He also started to push into me.


“We need to go faster,” he said.


I started to speed up. With some time, I was thrusting into him while he pushed back into me. We both grunted a lot, but it felt really good.


As we continued to go faster, I could feel his nutsack flopping on top of mine. I was feeling the weight of it slapping against my balls. It was hot.


I was definitely feeling something building up inside me. I started holding Sean more tightly. My hands journeyed upward a bit, to his soft chest. I felt his nipples, they were bigger than mine. I rubbed the buttons in their centers, teasing them. His chubby body was just so much fun to hold.


The pressure continued to build up in my penis. The tightness around it and the thrusting into him felt so good, I felt like I had to piss all of a sudden.


“I have to pee,” I said.


“Go inside me!” He moaned.


I couldn’t hold it anymore. I started to piss inside of him...or I thought I was, some piss shot out of me, then my dick paused to twitch, then more piss, then another twitch. My penis did this a few times.


I got really tired all of a sudden and laid back on Sean’s towel. He got up off me. We both looked at my penis.


“That’s not pee,” he said.


He was right. White goo was coming out of my dick.


“At the end of the video the guy was shooting the same stuff out of his weenie. I think that’s called uhh...I don’t know. But it happens after people do stuff like that.”


It hit me.


“Oh! I came.”


“Yeah! Coming. That’s what they said in the video.”


“I’d never done that before!”


We laid back on his blanket for a while. Our touching of each others’ intimate parts started to get lazier. After a bit, we got up, as it was getting late.


After we got our swimsuits back on, the pig took out a pen and paper and wrote his phone number and address on it. I also wrote down mine for him.




A few weeks later, I biked over to his house one weekend evening. I met his parents, they were very nice. After dinner there, I showered in his bathroom. I left the bathroom in my pajamas, and entered Sean’s bedroom.


I read one of his comics while I waited for awhile. The door opened, with the pig entering the bedroom in a t-shirt, briefs and a pair of socks. He walked over to his dirty clothes bin.


“So...” he paused. He grabbed the waistband of his briefs, let them fall to the floor, and kicked them into the bin. He then turned to me, bottomless, with his small shirt not covering all of his belly.


“What would you like to do during our sleepover?” He grinned.