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It's been in the works for quite some time, and my thanks go out to [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/RaivenderouTheLion]FA: RaivenderouTheLion[/url] for the cover art of Edgar, the not-so-little pig who's got a story he wants to share with y'all! I think the artwork is splendid and it was such a treat to get. Go check out his work, he does some excellent 'large' characters, if you know what I mean.\n\nIf you don't figure it out within the first few paragraphs, Edgar here lives in the deep South in America, and so read him with that charmin' ol' Southern twang!~\n\n----------------------\n\nArtwork by [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/user/RaivenderouTheLion]FA: RaivenderouTheLion[/url]\n\nClick [url=http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20848563/]HERE[/url] to see the cover art!","description_bbcode_parsed":"I've been promising I'd write something tamer compared to the last intense stories, so here you go! It's been in the works for quite some time, and my thanks go out to FA: RaivenderouTheLion for the cover art of Edgar, the not-so-little pig who's got a story he wants to share with y'all! I think the artwork is splendid and it was such a treat to get. Go check out his work, he does some excellent 'large' characters, if you know what I mean.
If you don't figure it out within the first few paragraphs, Edgar here lives in the deep South in America, and so read him with that charmin' ol' Southern twang!~
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Artwork by FA: RaivenderouTheLion
Click HERE to see the cover art!","writing":"Little Piggy:\n\nThere’s a word they use for my boy, one I don’t really get, but it’s common enough amongst the gay humans, especially the bears, so I guess they must be right. They call him a ‘chaser’. I mean, at face value it seems pretty mundane. All I have to ask really is why? What does he chase?I know the implications of the name, but like did the whole nickname whenever it was first used arose from some skinny twink chasing a chubby dude for sex? I’ll never understand humans. At least not the majority of them, with their stupidly complicated social etiquettes and creepy double standards with every little thing from what god they reckon lords it over them to arguing over where people ought to be allowed to stick their dicks. Only one I’ll ever get is my boy and honestly that’s good enough. I don’t intend on maintaining a working relationship with any furless ape so long as I don’t have to. \n\nYou see, I’m not really a skin man. I don’t really have an obsession with smooth flesh or the humans weird thing for having hair in the most ridiculous of places, so I wouldn’t say I was one of those kinds of variants, or furs as locals like to use rather than government hogwash. You know the sort, the kind of fur that gets all flustered and heated up over a human’s furless body, stroking the stretches of skin beneath like it was some delicate hide that was the softest of all. I don’t judge, bear in mind, I just don’t really buy into it all. I’m more of a guy who’ll just take what he can get, because even by fur standards I’m not exactly batting them off with a stick.\n\nThe name’s Edgar and I’m a pig, your run of the mill, bog-standard variant porcine. I’m not really a ‘fur’ but the locals still count me as one, so I keep to myself, run a junkyard on the outskirts of town away from prying eyes so I don’t got to deal with that shit. The place I’m from ain’t that friendly, nor is it really that developed too, so you can expect that I’m living in pretty rundown circumstances. I got all that I need when it boils down to bare necessities; I got a roof over my head, food to eat, water, heat when I need it though with a gut like mine fat tends to keep you well enough through winter months, and I earn a decent living by dealing wihomth all the scrap these good-for-nothing hicks keep throwing out. You don’t really care where I’m from, so I won’t bore you with the details. We all know damn well why you’re here, so let me get the important stuff done with then we can go back to talking about my boy.\n\nNow like I said, I’m not a looker. As far as pigs go, you could say I’ve got a face only a mamma could love, and frankly I wouldn’t really know since I’m one of those unlucky variants who got dumped into foster care when nobody wants you. Which is fine by me, I did well enough without. I’m a big mother-fucker, probably thanks to either lucky genetics or a lifestyle that somehow made me both the glutton and the stud. So I look fat, but beneath it all I’m practically a fuckin’ tank, and I’m damn proud of it too! Nobody’s gonna fuck with me, not when I square up to them all like and get in their face. I think my human side shows though, because whilst for all intents and purposes I look like you normal pig trotting around on two legs, I got a hairy bod – nothing to go hollering about, but enough to look noticeable, like a threadbare carpet had been plastered to my chest, my forelimbs, and all over my gut and crotch. It tended to get thicker down there, not that I cared, so for the most part I’m sure you can imagine what I look like by now. Practically seven foot, thick like a brick shithouse, and chubby just like any feral pig. What I want to really get across though is the other senses. Because a lot of the time with stories like these guys tend to get themselves swamped up in all the looks, about how hot they look and how sexy they are. Me, I don’t care ‘bout that. I wanna talk about how I smell, how I taste, and how I feel…\n\nBeing deep in the south, the weather can get mighty swelterin’. Believe me, I’ve spent enough time basking in the sun like any good pig should, so let me tell you it can really get scorching sometimes. So us folks tend to get used to the heat, and anything that comes with it. To put it bluntly, we sweat. Or rather, I do – by the bucket load. Being a variant means I got it twice as bad, even if I’d just been an ordinary human I wouldn’t have had to deal with the genetic fuck-ups that meant our sweat was a helluva lot stronger. If you ever catch me out in the noonday sun, you can bet your dollars to doughnuts that I’m gonna be glistening like a fuckin’ Christmas tree in the middle of July. But I hear you wonderin’, ‘But Edgar, I thought you’s was a pig, and pigs don’t go no sweat glands, ‘cause that’s why they roll around in the mud.’ Well, congrats on that super specific knowledge there, and you’re right. Feral pigs don’t sweat, but being the messed up variant that I am means I get all the wonders of a human’s cooling system. Good in theory, nasty in practice. I realised real early on that people don’t like BO. They spend a fortune on masking it all up with fancy sprays and roll-ons, the products getting more and more convoluted until you’re just scratching your head and asking why you’d want state-of-the-art carbon molecule technology with patented reflective resistance particles in fuckin’ antiperspirant. For me, even when I went out of my way to get the stuff that could knock out a horse to smother my pits with, it don’t make no difference. I smell like a swamp and frankly I like it, so I gave up on that sweet endeavour long ago. Locals don’t really like it much when I have to venture into town every once in a while because I’ll bring with me my cloud of death, but hey, it’s their problem, not mine.\n\nHow I taste and feel then, I’m sure you can figure out by now. Sweat is salty. It’s rank and frankly manly as hell, and it can be musky too. So when I’ve got a nice sweat on and I’m all wet as a bloody monsoon then I taste like the nastiest, dirtiest man you’ll have ever met. I love it, and just to feel it sliding over my flesh… I’m not a skin man, but boy I’ll sure as hell indulge myself in a bit of body worship when I feel like it. \n\nSo now that we’re all caught up and you’re all up to speed on who and what kind of a nasty sonofabitch I am, we can get back to my boy. You see, dear reader, I’m a puff. A fag. A fairy. A queer. Whatever name they’re using these days, I’m it. I don’t like girls. I prefer me some prime grade boy material. I don’t really have a story behind how I came to some deep, poignant revelation about my sexuality nor do I have some heartfelt defence of my preferences, I just like me them tail-raisers and pillow-biters. Sorry if you were expecting more, but as this point you should be used to me being blunt and crass. But yeah, I got a bit carried away there; I’m a ‘homosexual’ or just plain old gay, depending on how you looked at it, and for the most part I hadn’t really ventured much sexually in my time. I’d dabbled a bit as a teenager, earning a bit of cash on the side for selling myself out to men who had incredibly low standards with equally deep pockets, but I knew what I liked by the time I was ready to make it on my own. It was just that what I liked was hard to come by, all things considered. I hadn’t been searching for anyone until I met him: my boy.\n\nI’m not gonna dress it up, his origin story was no more pretty than mine; he was the son of a whore, not that I have anything against that, but he never knew his pa and I don’t think he really cares to bother finding him, if it were possible. I reckon it’s someone local enough – only an idiot regular would neglect to use a fuckin’ condom – but it wasn’t my place to say. He grew up just dandy without him anyway, his mamma did a good enough job keeping him on the straight and narrow, but the kid didn’t really have the brains for college. Sounds rough, I know, but like I said histories ain’t pretty round these parts. Basically he scraped through high school with decent enough grades to ensure he was employable, but it was more his body that was his best feature. He played on his school’s football team, what position I forget, but he had a gorgeous build. Seriously, he was sculpted and buff like any real man ought to be – I was rather jealous some days, but then all I had to think about was how he was all mine and I could fuck him however I like, and suddenly it don’t matter no more how I feel. He did odd jobs around the town, mostly working for local bars and crapshoot restaurants or going out into the outskirt farms during harvest to help out, anything to earn some keep. His real name was Billy Ray Tucker, but most just called him Ray. I called him my little piglet, piggy sometimes, casually boy when things weren’t gettin’ intense. He don’t care what I call him really, so long as he can be my sweetheart.\n\nI suppose you might call it love. I wouldn’t argue with that, no sir. I cared for him more than I’d ever cared about anybody in my life, and love had always been this abstract thing I’d never known what it was, but yeah. He was my boy, and I loved him. And here’s where we can skip to the now, where I sat waiting in my shack with the hot sun beating down and leaving the air stagnant, humid, and stifling with my sweaty musk, naked as the day I was born with the family jewels just flopped out against the stained couch cushions whilst I waited for him to come home to me. \n\nOh, speaking of which another quick pause here, because I’ve not given you the honour of knowing how I really look down where it matters most. Don’t kid yourselves, you were all really thinkin’ it. What’s Edgar packing under the hood? Well, I don’t like to brag… Fuck it, who am I kiddin’? Of course I fuckin’ do. For lack of a better way to put it, I’m hung like a horse. People would look at me and just assume my sausage is sucked into fat, that it’s stuck under my belly and I ain’t seen it in years, but little do they know I’ve got one mighty fuckin’ pecker. I haven’t cared to measure it, don’t really fancy ruining the fun and putting a boring ol’ number to it, but it’s real long – thick too, probably thicker than it is longer, if I was to boast about something. Thicker than my wrist at least, and please bear in mind I’ve got pretty meaty fuckin’ wrists. But I ought to be thankful, ‘cause I’ve seen what I could have ended up with if my piggy side had been just that little bit stronger than the human part, as my foot long could very well have been pencil thin. So if having a glorious dick like mine meant sweating like a whore in Church then sign me up for a confessional. I think maybe some other genes must have got muddled in when I was conceived, variant breeding is still a mucky process as far as I know, since whilst I don’t have a sheath or anything like a pig might, I know I’m not meant to have a blunter head. I had massive balls though, that was a bonus from wherever it came, and let’s just say a few other little perks filtered through from my animal side.\n\nIt don’t really matter anyway what I really got down there, all you needed to know was that I’m a big prick with a bigger prick. And my meaty package was reserved for one hungry boy in particular, and he was coming by for his daily feedin’.\n\nAs I told you earlier, I live in pretty average conditions. It ain’t no poor shack, but it’s not a palace either. I spruce it up where I can, got myself a nice TV and some decent furniture, the shutters drawn on the windows so I can bask in the shade for a bit. It was still crazy scorching, and I could feel the little droplets sliding against my skin as I kept patient. I wasn’t in no hurry, I could take all the time I liked with him when he was here, especially on the weekends when he could stay the night. He liked to keep our relationship on the down-low so he don’t get judged by the townsfolk, but I knew he didn’t really keep it that much a secret. I’d been looking forward to finally havin’ him for the night, when he was finally all mine and I could love my little piggy until we fell asleep, though the crows would cry out long before then. Provided we heard them, that is. Ray can be a real grunter in the sack.\n\nBut I’m keeping you all waiting from the good stuff, sorry. I can get side-tracked easily. So I was sitting there waiting in my birthday suit, when finally I heard his key rattle in the lock. I shuffled up where I sat, getting my head together for when he walked through that door. My dick just throbbed at the thought of him, so I just inhaled the think stench in the air and gave myself a cheeky grope. I knew what I wanted, and so would he.\n\nThe door swung open and in he stepped, sweating himself with soaked clothes that clung to his toned body. He looked adorable, coming in all exhausted like, probably hard at work slogging under that awful heat. I loved it when he looked like that, because it just made it all the more sweeter to taste his flesh and lap up his sweat as he took mine. \n\n“Hey Daddy!”\n\nHis face lit up, as it always did, when he saw me sat there. His eyes immediately went down, like I expected them to, as he drank in the sight of me. I liked to make an impression, and I’ll be honest I’d pulled the ready and waiting routine far too many times for it to be a surprise anymore. But I could still see the horniness flash across his eyes as he spied my crotch, my swollen gut, and my shiny hide. I heard him breathe deep too, taking in the rank aroma which probably just drowned the room out now. \n\nLet me just real quick give you a rundown of how he looks. So you know he’s a beefy little shit, granted, but he’s got this mug which borders between a baby’s and a lumberjack’s. All soft where you’d expect it, young like, but then with a man’s beard and nice, plump lips, perfect for cock-suckin’. His hair was this golden straw though, glossy like it was from a fucking magazine or something. Pretty much a miracle how he kept it so nice, but I loved nothing more than running my fingers through his hair when I smothered him beneath me. He was smaller than myself, maybe somewhere between five or six, I don’t really care much. I could pick him with my own two hands, let’s leave it at that. Other than that I don’t know really what else to say about him. I guess I could tell you what he’s like as a person, but really that wouldn’t do anything for those achin’ boners of yours, would it? He’s a sweet kid, got a real heart of gold to match that hair o’ his, but you want the nasty stuff, right?\n\n“Hey boy,” I slurred, leaning forwards with my hands on my knees, “Daddy’s been missin’ you real good today. I’m all pent up.”\n\n“I can see that, Daddy,” he smiled with a chuckle, “I missed you too. Been thinkin’ about you long and hard.”\n\nI could have made the pun there, I really could of, but nah. At that point, my balls were tellin’ my brain to fuck my piggy like I’d been dreamin’ of all day.\n\n“Put on a show for Daddy. Show him whatchya got.” A sly smile flashed across his succulent little lips as he unclasped the snaps on his overalls. The denim was so well worn I could see through the frayed holes his filthy shirt underneath. Now we folks in the south, we ain’t a bunch of farm hicks who dress like we’ve emerged from some cave for the first time in years, but you gotta understand that my piggy was a dirty shit when he wanted to be. Whether it was the work or the opportunity I don’t know, but every time he finally finished off for the day and came to see him he positively stank and look like he’d dragged his way through mud just to reach me. Maybe it was the devotion to his Daddy, heh…\n\nHe lifted his shirt and finally showed off that ripped body of his. Unlike me, he took good care of himself, probably because he didn’t have some gnawin’ need in his head to constantly eat, hungry or not. He was such a twink, the kind of lad who you’d expect to be jailbaitin’ as soon as he knew how; in fact, now that I thought about it, he was as much the opposite to me as I could think. Whilst I was covered in the human fuzz of body hair and had a gut bloated to the size of a barrel, he had abs you could fuckin’ cut yourself on, and such smooth, supple skin that I bet just felt silky to the touch no matter how rough you worked him. He might have sweated too, but not the buckets I seemed to drip with, only ever enough for that sexy shine you see all the models have in glossy mags. But I think the biggest difference between the two of us was that when he finally got to be alone with me he dialled up the queer factor to what he probably liked, swaying his hips like some stripper pro and pouting those cock hungry lips as if he were posing for some fuckin’ selfie. He didn’t lilt his voice, I’ll be damned if I shag someone who made me think a woman was on the other end, but if he acted this way in public he’d be outed before anyone had even had a chance to say ‘how do you do’. \n\nNext came his pants. It’s hard to make trousers look sexy, you’ve always got to stoop down to take ‘em off, and then it’s always one leg before the other, sometimes it’ll get caught on a heel or ankle and you’ve got to jimmy your leg just right. Utter mood killer sometimes, in the middle of a strip tease and you’re lap dancer is just having fun trying to pull their lower half out their clothes. But yet somehow Ray managed it. I mean, it was exactly the best grace in the world, but he got ‘em off quick enough that there wasn’t really an issue with it all. And boy did he have some pins though. Not ladylike sorta legs, but hell they seemed to go on for days, and much like the rest of him they were nicely toned. If he didn’t have an accent as thick as mine and a hankering for some daddy pig meat, I reckon he ought to really been good at being in magazines. Sometimes it was like I’d plucked him right off the cover of one of ‘em.\n\nAnd there he stood, practically nude save for the well-worn jockstrap that hugged his package too tightly – I ought to know, I was the one who told him to switch from briefs to those sexy little things, and I definitely wanted them showing off his crotch. I just loved jockstraps, I would wear ‘em myself if it was worth the effort. But they just offered up that open access to what really mattered for me: a nice tasty little asshole. And on the other side, you gots a sweet bulge to grope and tease and eventually pull away to play with. As an added bonus, I could already tell with just a simple whiff of the air, that these were a pair my piggy had been wearing plenty enough to get ‘em smelling juicy. He stood there, pleased as fuckin’ punch, grinnin’ to himself because he knew I enjoyed just eatin’ up the sight of him. Cocky little shit.\n\n“Who’s Daddy’s boy?”\n\n“I am, Daddy,” he chimed in, without skippin’ a beat, flashing me a sweet, slutty smile.\n\n“Come show your Daddy some love then. Show him how much you worship him.”\n\nGod it was like letting the hounds loose at the dogs racing; like a whippet he shot to it, sauntering over and kneeling down where I sat on the couch. He reached out with his hands, opening his arms to greet my bulging gut like a long lost friend, slidin’ himself around me in a hot embrace. I leant back myself, spreadin’ my arms back with a roll of my shoulders, placing them both along the back of the couch whilst I let him go to work. For a moment, he just knelt there, hands softly roamin’ about that belly of mine, slippin’ up and down my sides so that I could feel the trail of his fingers through the damp sweat and hair, but I knew he wanted more. I grinned as he leant forwards and pressed his face right into the swell of my stomach, those tender lips kissin’ my hide and suckling upon the nectar that coated every inch of me. It was his a drug to him, and alike every addict he wanted his fix as he began to slip that tongue out of his mouth and lap at my skin. His hands groped at my fat body whilst he kissed and drank greedily from what I had to offer. I could feel the rough of his tongue glidin’ round my body, tracing every bulge and contour as if I were a lollipop. My taste must have been potent on his tongue, overpowerin’ I’d really say, but you couldn’t tell by his expression. If anything, at a glance, you’d have said he was lovin’ every minute of it, and damn right he was. My little piggy was a good boy for his Daddy.\n\nHis hands got a little naughty though; they reached up and cupped my chest until those sneaky fingers of his found my nipples. I grunted and tensed when he gave them a pinch, taking each numb in between his thumbs and forefingers, toying with them as gently as he could and gradually building the intensity. Still he kept busy though, licking along my stomach and my chest, running through the bristles of hair that sprouted wherever he encountered ‘em. \n\n“Fuck!” I barked as he gave a particularly savage tweak to ‘em one time, feeling his nails catch on the skin, “Go easy, piggy. Or else Daddy will go just as hard on you too.” I probably shouldn’t have said that, but fuck it. I was feelin’ raunchy. And I got exactly the coy, not at all apologetic smile back from him. I knew he wanted to go harder – he loved it when his Daddy fucked him good – and he probably knew that I knew, or some shit. But sure, he smiled,\n\n“Sorry Daddy.” Little shit wasn’t at all sorry, but it don’t matter. Whatever he dished out now he’d get back in return – fair’s fair, after all. Still though, he did ease off a bit. As much as he liked to play rough and get me in the mood, he knew there was a line I didn’t like to cross. Some men would, definitely a few variants who loved to play dark with their toys, or slaves or whatever. Not me though. As much as I liked to call myself ‘Daddy’ and give my boy any name I pleased, that don’t mean I wanna hurt or break him. Who’d wanna hurt such a sweet, dirty little thing like him, anyway?\n\nEventually he let go of my nipples, not that they’d go unattended for long knowin’ me. He knelt down lower though, settlin’ onto his shins as he sat back, stroking across my gut as his head moved even lower than that; I didn’t realise what he was doin’ until I felt that rasping tongue dive against my flesh again. He was pushing deep, real deep, right into the space under the bulge of my belly, where the fat had accumulated and the muscle hardened it, until there was a space just over my abdomen that I could no longer see myself. But I knew it was there, and right now my piggy was reminding me off it. He was practically on all fours, only his hands braced himself against my swollen build, as he buried his face into that crevice. God, I must have stank in there, all that sweat just collecting in the meaty confines, saturating and soaking until it reeked of me. It was fuzzy too, down there. I knew I grew a mean happy trail and it only got thicker the lower down you got, starting from the thin little line that creeped down my chest, over my gut, and then down into my crotch. It made an evil grin push at my face as I could hear him slurpin’ away just like a real pig, makin’ all sorts of slutty snorts and moans as he ate me up. Fuckin’ hell, we hadn’t even got onto my dick yet and he was losin’ his poor little piggy mind!\n\nNow I won’t lie, part of me wanted to just keep this up forever. It had been a long, hard, hot day and I’d spent all this time sittin’ drenched waitin’ for him to come home to me and I wanted to make the most of it, but there’s only so long a boy’s juicy tongue can satisfy you before you need to move on to the real thing. But I let him do as he pleased for a while, still just happy to sit back with a dozy grin on my face whilst he washed his in my rank sweat. He worshipped me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, and that’s the way it ought to be between a man and his boy. Nah, I wouldn’t dare say I was a god in his eyes, but let’s say I was pretty close. He doted on me, in the flesh, and wanted nothing but to please me. As the sweet sounds of him suckling on me filled the room, muffled under my fat gut, and the sensation of his tongue slurping against me got more eager with every passing second, I felt my dick throb right beneath him. He must have seen it, at least felt it, and he must have known what was coming next. \n\n“Alright boy, Daddy wants you wrapped around his meat now.” I felt him pull away, freeing his head from the dank confines below my belly. His face was shiny with sweat, probably mine, maybe his, with a delirious look that just screamed of subservience. The little piggy was mine. \n\n“Yes Daddy.”\n\nFinally I moved my hands off the couch and reached forwards, taking his cheek in my giant paw. I was gentle, I always was, and I was loving as I held his face. You should see the way he tilts his head into my hand with that needy look in his eyes. Like a little puppy dog, only much sleazier. \n\n“You gonna swallow me all this time,” I said firmly, “No choking like last time.” He nodded. I honestly don’t know what happened that last time. Usually he’s such a good boy and takes me without a problem, but for some reason he just kept gagging like a virgin and struggled to let me in. I was patient then, but pissed afterwards. He’d gotten a sore rump for that, let me tell you. But he’d taken his punishment and now we had a chance to show that all the wrongs were forgotten. We were gonna make sure we knew how to take a dick like a good piggy. \n\nWith my hand I let my grip get firmer. He felt it, you could see, just a flash in his eyes where it dawned on him things were gonna get serious now if they hadn’t before. It was the usual routine, all fun and games until we got down and dirty for good. I just had to break him into that headspace. He followed him hand like a good piggy and stooped down on all fours, hands leaving my gut and planted against the floor to right himself, that tight little ass pitched in the air like the slut he was. I shuffled back on the couch to give him some room and I guided his head down to meet my crotch. Already I could feel the buzz of excitement shoot through me as if this was the first time I ever got my dick sucked, but when it was Ray it always felt good. I held his head still as I pushed forwards with my hips, letting him take my head in between his lips so I didn’t have to watch and guide as I was spoon-feedin’ him. \n\nFirst there was his hot breath just pantin’ across my cock before he opened up, and then it was heaven. His mouth was fuckin’ glorious. I left my hips where they were as he sucked on the head, that tongue of his already goin’ to work on me as I held him there, his skull just between my hands, firm but not tight, and definitely not insistent. I was gonna enjoy him. \n\nHe swirled that tongue around me like a literal lollipop this time. All that effort put into worshippin’ my sweaty body and now he was onto the main fuckin’ course! He’d work under the foreskin, slithering his tongue up there like a real pro and slidin’ in round so softly and slowly he had me shudderin’ in minutes. We always took our time when it came to oral. Foreplay was the best route I’d found with him. Fuckin’ him was a delight, but it was always better when we both got worked up and he was giving himself to me like a real pig should. I let loose a few jets of pre into his mouth, not that I had much choice with his porn star skills he got, and I swear I heard the fucker moan as he tasted my stickier nectar. He was a guzzler for sure; he’d be gulpin’ down cum better than the rest of ‘em and still be beggin’ for more. \n\nChrist he felt good though. I pulled his head deeper down onto me, and he moved to take me, widening his jaw so my cock could slide into him. He had such a tight mouth, holy hell. See, you can always ruin a nice ass over and over, and after a while of parking yourself there, especially with my size, you tend to wear ‘em out a bit. But a mouth would always stay exactly how you want it, and I could feel my boy shuddering ‘round me as he took me. We didn’t stop until we got to his throat, and part of me wondered if he was gonna seize up again and be a bad boy, but I didn’t have to be worried; sure there was a moment he resisted, where he pulled back against me and I heard him gag, but we kept going. I let out a sigh as I felt him open up for me, swallowing me down until his face was smothered in my fucking crotch. I could feel every ragged breath snuffle against my pubes, his throat swallowing like a needy bitch on my dick, everything so tight and hot that I just kept him there. He squirmed a bit, nothing that indicated he wanted to pull away, but it was clearly a challenge to him. \n\nGood, my boy had gotten lazy. He needed to be reminded of what I expected of him.\n\nI began to ease him off, letting him slide back along my dick with a wet slurp of his lips. I let him get so far, not all the way off mind, giving him the chance to just suckle on my tip. His tongue licked and swirled around my knob giving it a good polish, felt so good and made my hips twitch just to feel him going at it, and I let him have his moment before I pulled him back down. Every inch just slid right into him like one of them flashlight fuck toys they sell, he just opened up to let him in like a good little piggy. Part of me wanted to just let go and let him do all the work, but we needed to make sure we knew what the score was and how things were gonna be. I could settle for a relaxin’ B.J. in my own time later when we’s all spent. I kept my hands placed firmly ‘round his head and I pulled him to and fro onto me, fucking his purty little face with those lips just bulging round my shaft. I could feel ‘im squirmin’ his tongue around inside, flexin’ and writhin’ against my meat, gulping down the drool of pre I knew my monster musta been leakin’. He had such a nice tongue, real long and supple, could reach all those places it shouldn’t, just how I like it. For now it was wrapped around my cock, worshippin’ every inch I fed him like a good boy. I just slid right back down into his throat, feelin’ him tensin’ all up as I took my rightful spot in his sweet little mouth, all before I pulled back out. He was such a greedy boy, hungry to get my seed in his belly, but I was savin’ myself today. \n\nI pulled out of him finally, dick nice and wet with his spit, and put a fingertip to his forehard as he tried to dive right back down onto me like a needy pig. \n\n“Daddy don’t want to blow no cream in you just yet, boy,” I declared as I watched those pretty lips of his pout and the eyes flash with disappointment, “You can get that any time you like later. Right now, I wants you to get on the floor for Daddy ‘cause he needs that tongue of yours deep.”\n\n“Yes Daddy!” He was such a good boy. I let him pull himself back away from my crotch – I would have loved to have kept him there for the rest of the night, but a horny pig wanted to ride his boy’s nice ass later, so who am I to argue? Leaning back I just watched him climb down to the floor, turning around so that he was on his back, staring straight up ahead with his head between my legs. I just looked down at him, his body half hidden under my gut as I wondered how the view must look from below. Musta been so hot, a nice big man who loves you no matter what, willing to use you to his heart’s content. He was on real lucky boy, and I made sure to remind ‘im every chance I could.\n\nOnce he was settled I finally lifted myself up off the couch and squatted down just over my boy. It don’t really matter where I sat, ‘cause Ray would move himself if he needed to, so I just let myself drop down and he did all the work. His hands reached up to embrace my bulky hips and wrap around my cheeks as they came down over him, until I felt the first proper touch of his face to my skin. I was so sweaty back there from just sittin’ in the heat, I could just feel the trickles of sweat just beadin’ down my back and soakin’ into my crack. Ray really was getting’ hungry as I felt him plunge right in, sinking between my cheeks to suckle and eat up my tasty flesh. I was a hairy fucker too, I’m sure I told ya, but I mean back there it’s like fuckin’ shag carpet, if you know what I mean. I got one hell of a fluffy rear, and I could only wonder what it gotta feel like rubbin’ your face up against all that pure man fuzz.\n\nBut to give my boy his credit, he loved pleasin’ his Daddy, and I loved getting’ my salad tossed real good, so you bet what he did? He got right to work, that’s what. I ain’t never had a boy like him before. I just settled back and sat down whilst he let himself dive right in, mouth kissing my pucker like it was his best girl or summat. I settled back for a nice little ride, letting him make out with my nasty hole. He had one hell of a tongue, if you haven’t figured it out by now. One of ‘em kids with lucky genes, he gots a real long tongue, puts even us variants to shame. It squirmed and writhed like a livin’ thing, just wigglin’ its way up into my hot ass, slurping up my musk and hole juices. I could hear him beneath me, moanin’ and groanin’ like a fuckin’ horny beast, devourin’ what he could. He did his best to get deeper, my weight just bearin’ down and gravity doing its magic as he sunk further inside. Felt good to have him there, he always made for a good seat, and his oral skills was just a pretty bonus, a cherry on top the cake, y’know?\n\nWhilst he was busy though, I figured I might as well reward him. He was doin’ such a good job, I couldn’t let efforts like that go unappreciated. His cock stood proud before me, like a bloody flag pole, head glistening with his pre. Human cocks had always amazed me. I know mine ain’t no different, but theirs are always so uniform. Majority of ‘em have only got five or more inches, maybe a few veins, a foreskin if they had ‘em – most folks round here I know got cut, a very American thing apparently, but Ray here somehow still ‘ad his. Don’t ask me why. All in all, their dicks were… plain, right? Like you get a variant and you’re never gonna know what’s they packin’ until you pull ‘em down and see for yourself. Is they an animal, or is they human? Something in between or lord knows what else. With skinnies though you’re always guaranteed a certain shape, a certain look, a certain feel. And I’d gotten to know Ray pretty well, I’d say. I knew every sweet spot just like he knew mine. So I reached out with a fat, sweaty, hairy hand and I put my palm to his head. He liked it when I polished him. I’d found all the skinnies had real sensitive heads, made ‘em squirm like mad, especially if they still got that foreskin. I ground the rough callous of my palm into him and just shined his tip as if I were toyin’ with some door knob. I felt him squeal underneath me, the sound smothered by my cheeks, but his tongue went wild on my hole. He ate me out good as I teased his head. I could feel him tryna thrust desperately into my hand, his hips bucking, but I always kept my distance, only polished his head. I liked to get him nice and frustrated before we moved on. Made him a real horny piggy then.\n\nI started to give him a proper hand job after a bit. As fun as it was to feel him struggle beneath me, and to hear him whimper into my rump, I couldn’t let the poor boy suffer too much now, could I? It still teased him though, don’t get me wrong. I ain’t about to let him off the hook, I just needed to keep him rarin’ to go like a wind-up toy. You get them all excited until you let ‘em go, step back, and watch the fireworks. Trust me, by the time I get off him – not that that’s any time soon, mind – and waggle my dick in his face and tell him it’s time to sit in daddy’s lap, I’ll be balls deep in ‘im as he impales himself onto me. I let my hand just drag up and down his length with the pre he spurted into my palm like a good pig and I kept him slick. I rolled that foreskin over his tip and swirled a fingertip around inside, stretching the skin until he was hankering fer more. He liked it most when I’d squeeze his shaft, ‘specially when he was rock hard, so he could let his dick throb back into my grasp. He was just like a puppy sometimes, always so eager to please, to let his daddy know he was doin’ a good job and that he wanted more and more. Who was I not to oblige my little piggy with what he wanted?\n\nOkay, so I lied. As much as I’d love to just sit on his face all afternoon and well into the night, I was too horned up myself to just laze around whilst he did his job. I pulled myself up off of him, immediately hearin’ the disappointed whimpers of a greedy boy all too unhappy to have his hole taken away from him. He could get more later, so it just went over my head. I settled back down on the couch to give my calves a break and I did exactly as I said I would: I grabbed a hold of my monster trouser snake and I let it bob in front of his face.\n\n“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” I told him, all gruff like, just as a daddy should, “Let me hold my boy and give him what he wants.”\n\nI’ll tell you, you won’t have ever seen a lad move so quick in all his life.\n\nHe got up to his knees like a shot, and was standing over me before you could even say ‘fuck me’. He turned away, bent his knees a little, and threw his head over his shoulder so he could take a look back to see where he was going. I took a hand and put it on his hips, guiding him back as he spread those legs to expose his soft hole hidden away. Now you might be thinking ‘but wait, what’s about the lube? Ain’t it gonna hurt goin’ in dry?’ And yeah, you’d be right, for any dull old amateur. But Ray here was a born pig, and we’ve been doin’ this old routine for long enough now to know that a bit of spit and some elbow grease and we’d be golden. Besides, part of me reckons he loves the burn. Gets a kick out of it, I think. Whether that’s ‘cause deep down he’s a masochist or summat, I don’t know, I haven’t looked too deeply into it, but it might be somethin’ I could discover somewhere down the line. For now, I just wanted his hole wrapped around my prick.\n\nYou know that first touch, when cock meets ass? It’s a fuckin’ glorious feelin’, you know? Like a shudder just runs up your spine, pricklin’ all over your body, your brain just hootin’ and hollerin’ ‘cause it’s got some genuine meat to sink itself in to, and this time around it ain’t no sad jack off to yourself in bed. When my boy’s hole kissed my cock for what felt like an age apart, it was phenomenal. I got all tingly and hot, my hand just tightening on his hips and dragging him back harder. He don’t seem to mind much, he’s a good boy and does what his daddy wants, and right there and then I wanted to slam him right down on my crotch and feel him squirm from me inside him. But you’s got to be patient, don’t want to break your favourite toy by bein’ too rough. So I took my time like I always did, though I will admit I maybe was a bit harsher than I normally am, but hey, I’m a horny male deprived of unloadin’ into his pig, who’s gonna tell me off for getting’ antsy with my boy. \n\nI pulled him down and I felt the pressure at his hole. God he’d gone tight since we’d been separated, which was both a pleasure as it was a curse. Well… I say that, but really it’s only bad for him. I get a nice tight ass to fuck and he has to deal with stretchin’ out again. But I always tell ‘im to keep himself nice and open for me, ‘cause I ain’t responsibly for maintain that hole of ‘is. He was strugglin’ to take me, I could feel it. His legs trembled and he seemed almost nervous as I pushed him down further, like he knew that I knew he was tight, that we were both thinkin’ the same thing. I don’t try to scold my boy for somethin’ he can’t really help, but I was getting’ pretty damn unimpressed the more he seemed to resist my hands pullin’ him down. I smacked his rump with a spare hand, lettin’ go of my dick that held it up to his hole,\n\n“Now just stop it, boy,” I said firmly, grinning at the red mark I’d left on his soft skin, “You knows what you’s got to do. Don’t piss me around.”\n\n“Sorry Daddy…” He was genuinely upset, but we wasn’t about to start feelin’ all mopey, no sir. I wants my boy to take my dick, no complaints, no apologies.\n\n“Just shut up and take it. Don’t be a bitch, be Daddy’s little piggy.”\n\n“Yes Daddy!” There we go, a little flash of the good ol’ Ray there. That’s what I wanted.\n\nI held him down and the pressure mounted again. Time to see if I’d have to pin my boy to the floor and make him take it or if he was gonna be good and save me the energy. There was a few tense seconds, a lot of grunting on his part, but then I sank inside him. Just the tip, mind, but he clenched around me real tight, muscles spasmin’ as my fat member thrust up into ‘im. But I didn’t give him a chance to get adjusted, fuck that. It ain’t my fault he was out of shape. I pulled him back into me and he shuddered and trembled as he strained to take me, his hole stretchin’ painfully around my cock. Even I could feel that he was lackin’ his usual touch. Normally he’d sink right onto me like a glove, but this was like breakin’ him in all over again. I pinned him to my lap and held ‘im there, feeling him shiver and shake like a fuckin’ leaf in a gale. He was holdin’ a lot back, probably from the discomfort, but I knew he could take it, I wasn’t worried. All it was was a matter of time before he’d be back into the swing of things. All he needed was someone to push ‘im there. Someone like me, his pig daddy. I just let him settle as best he could, holding him close, my belly pressin’ right up to his back, his balls restin’ just atop my fat sack, his legs spread over my thighs as he was pinned to me. I felt good to have ‘im so close to me again, and it felt even better to have my thick meat slid right up inside him. I’d measured before, just on a fuckin’ whim, how deep I got inside him, and let’s say that when I was hilted as I was now, he could feel me right in the pit of his stomach. And he stretched out so well too, he really took me like a champ, pain an’ all. I ain’t jokin’ when I tell people about my size. Some just scoff and tell me I’m dreamin’ or that I’m just a liar, but really, you ask my boy and he’d confirm it. I’m thick, I’m heavy, and when I pull out of you after a good breedin’ you really miss me in you. \n\nRight now, I was hollowin’ out my boy and I eased him back onto me. He always felt better when his weight was restin’ on my gut and I had his legs in each hand, pulling him up by the knees. As a variant I was stronger than ‘im by far, so it ain’t no trouble to me. Really he was like a feather, light as anything, and I pulled up his legs so that he was speared right onto my shaft. That was when the fun could start, when I could start bouncin’ him up and down on my cock and rocking my hips up to meet his sweet little ass. His head rested on my chest, just between my breasts – though I ought to face facts, at this stage their ‘moobs’ or whatever you skinnies call ‘em – and he looked down at himself getting fucked like a little bitch. I always wondered what went through his head as he felt me sliding into him, what he musta been thinkin’. I can’t say I’ve ever been in his position, nor would I want to, but it makes you think, you know. I just held him up by his thighs and spread them legs of his wide so that he was nice and open for me, angled just right so I could slide in to my balls and back out to the tip.\n\nEvery inch pulled out of him like a magician’s dirty little magic trick. He had one hell of an ass when it was in business, could always take me right in deep without complaints. I just kept pullin’ and pullin’ out of him until finally only my fat head remained, and then I’d slide back into him. I didn’t drag it out and take my time, I just wanted to unload right now into my boy so we could have some cuddles and he could lick me clean. So he rode me at my control, just like a lazy Sunday afternoon fuck, only it ain’t so lazy this time around and it was gonna end far harder than those Sunday afternoon’s usually did. I stroked his innards with my dick, letting every thick inch just ride along inside him. I was hittin’ his prostate, I knew that much, ‘cause as I said I knew how he liked things, and I knew that in this position I’d be grinding right up against his tender spot. But even if I didn’t know that, you could see his angry prick just throbbin’ and twitchin’ into the open air begging to be touched. He knew better than to do that though. He knew I liked to see him cum from me fucking him, just like all boys should. \n\nHe was whimperin’ and moanin’ like a beast in heat though, let me tell you. Now that we’d gotten past all the uncomfortable shit an’ he was startin’ to get back into the routine, he was getting’ real turned on by my massive member just slamming right up into him. I was speedin’ up o’course. No need to be gentle no more if he was up to task. I was ramming my fat dick right up into him ‘ard as I could, grindin’ in deep with balls slappin’ his and feel pre churn into his guts. You could even hear it as he fucked, them real slick, wet, lewd sounds of flesh hitting flesh, of an ass swimming with pre, grunting and snorting from us both. I was a pig after all, and he was just a filthy bitch! No surprise that the two of us together cooked up a storm of snuffling oinks! \n\nThe smell too. Oh my god, the smell. Like I said, it was real hot like, I was already a sweaty mess by the time he arrived, and I stank of musk like a real feral should. But now that we was workin’ up a whole new sweat, now that I was pumpin’ him full of my man juices and he was givin’ his ass to me, it was like breathing in hot soup. The air was so thick you could feel it ooze on your tongue and slither down your throat with every pant. Fuckin’ hell I loved it, you could just bake and stew in your own stench, let it wash over you until it was everythin’ in the world! Ray was gettin’ delirious on it too, probably not as much as me, us variants have tweaked senses after all, but it was potent enough to even mess with human biology. He was really openin’ up his ass for me, gruntin’ and takin’ my cock like a pro. His rim just engulfed me, swallowed me whole, just like his mouth and throat, and it was a delight just to ‘ave him slidin’ over my body, slick with my sweat, drippin’ in his own, droolin’ like a son-of-a-bitch as I blew his mind by fuckin’ him with my meaty prick. I might not have known what it was like takin’ me, but it was sure fuckin’ special givin’ it to others. I loved the way his body just squeezed and milked me, like his primal side was just sayin’ ‘fuck yes Daddy, breed me!’ \n\nHe was gettin’ close, you could feel it. He worked like clockwork sometimes, you could always predict the next step, and as usual he’d always grow tired when he was nearin’ his orgasm, ‘cause his legs always turned to jelly and his head pretty much just lolled against me, kissin’ and suckin’ my sweaty hide like a baby sucklin’ for milk. He liked nibbling my nips, gave him something active to do when I came, knowin’ then he could cum too. I was pretty damn close myself, but I always liked to drag him on a bit, even if I was ready to blow, since I loved the way he just gave in and got all mushy, primed to do whatever the hell I wanted. Variants have a lot more bodily control of our anatomy, a blessing of genetics in a way, so I could always hold out for minutes, even hours if I dared before him. But like a trooper, he always bore it with me, holdin’ himself back until I gave him the word.\n\nSpeakin’ of genetics though, I feel I ought to mention. By now, if you don’t know I’m a pig, then lord knows what you been doin’ or how many brain cells you gots. But I’ll just remind you: I am a pig, and let me tell you some trivia about my porcine brethren. We have on hell of an orgasm. Now I don’t know the real science behind it honestly. As I’m sure I’ve said, I’m not an expert, so I don’t pretend to know how or why, but us pigs can have orgasms that last or half an hour or more. For ferals, I don’t know what that’s like. But for me, it’s got its ups and downs. Well… mostly ups, really, but they can be a nuisance sometimes.\n\nI felt myself buckin’ into Ray harder and harder. I was ready to shoot, no doubt about it, and I wasn’t in the mood to prolong it, not right there and then at least. So I let the feelin’ build, I let it rise, I let the cum bubble and boil in my balls until I couldn’t deny the feelin’ any longer. I dropped my pig right down onto my crotch, I grabbed him by the waist again, and I held him right down deep and let loose. Now my orgasm, how best do I describe it? I don’t just shoot in pathetic little jets, no sir. I don’t cum like humans do, or a few variants for that matter. No, it more or less pours from me. It’s like lettin’ the pressure build in a hose pipe and then suddenly lettin’ go. It sprays out and then continues to flow, never endin’, And this lasts for thirty fuckin’ minutes, at the very least. Only it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I ain’t had my boy for some time, and I’ve been pent up waitin’ for his ass. And he was ever so good with his mouth, and that tongue of his especially. He had me all wound up. So naturally, when I came, I pretty much just soaked his guts in my seed. I don’t know ‘ow else to describe it, but it felt amazing to just let loose inside him. You could feel the thick, warm goo just build up around your dick and slosh like he was holdin’ gallons inside himself. And o’course he moaned and writhed like a good little pig as I emptied my load into him, me snortin’ and squalin’ like the actual swine I was. I just rode him hard, grinding up my cock into him until I could feel my sticky load run down my balls, his guts overloaded and swellin’ with my seed. He actually had a bulge at his abdomen, where my cum had bloated him up like a pregnant chick – good thing he was a man, or else I’d be in deep shit. But even as I felt my cum washin’ over my legs, pourin’ to the floor and poolin’ round my feet, I leaned in close to his hear, bitin’ at the lobe, hands movin’ now to grope his hunky body, and I whispered real gentle like,\n\n“Cum for Daddy.”\n\nIt’s like that last twitch on a jack-in-the-box, you know? He was so pent up ‘imself, so ready to blow, that it didn’t even take a single touch to get him shootin’. There was this low, deep, pained moan before his body just started shaking and convulsing and jets of his jizz shot up across his torso, right into the open air. It was fun to watch, especially when I could hold back his arms and watch him struggle as he came hands-free. I was still soarin’ high on the amazin’ feelin’ of cumming for thirty minutes, I had plenty of time to go, but he was getting’ his five seconds of fame. His hole clenched around my cummin’ cock and it just made me hump into him more, givin’ me all sorts of pants and moans from my pig. \n\nYou know what the best part is, as I watched my pig squirm and struggle as his climax died down and left him with a soft, fleshy cock just dribblin’ over his bloated abdomen that continued to swell? It was the fact that I ain’t even done yet. It’s been barely a few minutes and I’m still goin’, still pumpin’ seed into him, floodin’ his guts until every nook an’ cranny is filled, until he might just start leakin’ my goo from the other end at any point. I loved my body, I loved the fucked up genetics, and I loved my little piggy, even as he settled down in my hungry hands that pinched his nipples, stroked his sweaty flesh, and held him close to my fat body, just eatin’ up every sense I could as he climbed down from a euphoric orgasm. I kept buckin’ into him, kept on pourin’ out cum, feelin’ the warmth drench my legs, his ass, my couch, but it was all worth it. I’d get him to clean it up, don’t you worry none. Hell, he’ll take about a dozen more loads tonight before I’m even done with him. I just hope my pig has got his appetite to boot, ‘cause he’s in for one long ass night.\n\nI was feeling greedy though myself. I’d indulged him so far with his little cravings, given ‘im what he wants. I think it was about time I took somethin’ that I wanted. My fingers found his nipples and pinched ‘em. Hard. And my head bent down to find his, our mouths connecting as I thrust my fat, slobbery tongue right up into him. I could hear him gag and choke as his was no match for my tongue, since I was just way stronger than him. He moaned into my snout as I made out with him – well, let’s face it, I pretty much was fuckin’ his face with my tongue, but who cares, right? When I broke off the ‘kiss’ with ‘im, I kept real close to his ear, smilin’ as I panted some hot, rancid breath into his lungs,\n\n“When Daddy’s done, you’re gonna lick up every drop, boy. And then we’s gonna see if you can get Daddy hard again with that mouth of yourself. I fancy droppin’ one into your belly after this.”\n\nI coulda honestly came all over again by the sheer ‘fuck me’ moan he let loose. My little piggy. Such a good little boy!\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"Little Piggy:
There’s a word they use for my boy, one I don’t really get, but it’s common enough amongst the gay humans, especially the bears, so I guess they must be right. They call him a ‘chaser’. I mean, at face value it seems pretty mundane. All I have to ask really is why? What does he chase?I know the implications of the name, but like did the whole nickname whenever it was first used arose from some skinny twink chasing a chubby dude for sex? I’ll never understand humans. At least not the majority of them, with their stupidly complicated social etiquettes and creepy double standards with every little thing from what god they reckon lords it over them to arguing over where people ought to be allowed to stick their dicks. Only one I’ll ever get is my boy and honestly that’s good enough. I don’t intend on maintaining a working relationship with any furless ape so long as I don’t have to.
You see, I’m not really a skin man. I don’t really have an obsession with smooth flesh or the humans weird thing for having hair in the most ridiculous of places, so I wouldn’t say I was one of those kinds of variants, or furs as locals like to use rather than government hogwash. You know the sort, the kind of fur that gets all flustered and heated up over a human’s furless body, stroking the stretches of skin beneath like it was some delicate hide that was the softest of all. I don’t judge, bear in mind, I just don’t really buy into it all. I’m more of a guy who’ll just take what he can get, because even by fur standards I’m not exactly batting them off with a stick.
The name’s Edgar and I’m a pig, your run of the mill, bog-standard variant porcine. I’m not really a ‘fur’ but the locals still count me as one, so I keep to myself, run a junkyard on the outskirts of town away from prying eyes so I don’t got to deal with that shit. The place I’m from ain’t that friendly, nor is it really that developed too, so you can expect that I’m living in pretty rundown circumstances. I got all that I need when it boils down to bare necessities; I got a roof over my head, food to eat, water, heat when I need it though with a gut like mine fat tends to keep you well enough through winter months, and I earn a decent living by dealing wihomth all the scrap these good-for-nothing hicks keep throwing out. You don’t really care where I’m from, so I won’t bore you with the details. We all know damn well why you’re here, so let me get the important stuff done with then we can go back to talking about my boy.
Now like I said, I’m not a looker. As far as pigs go, you could say I’ve got a face only a mamma could love, and frankly I wouldn’t really know since I’m one of those unlucky variants who got dumped into foster care when nobody wants you. Which is fine by me, I did well enough without. I’m a big mother-fucker, probably thanks to either lucky genetics or a lifestyle that somehow made me both the glutton and the stud. So I look fat, but beneath it all I’m practically a fuckin’ tank, and I’m damn proud of it too! Nobody’s gonna fuck with me, not when I square up to them all like and get in their face. I think my human side shows though, because whilst for all intents and purposes I look like you normal pig trotting around on two legs, I got a hairy bod – nothing to go hollering about, but enough to look noticeable, like a threadbare carpet had been plastered to my chest, my forelimbs, and all over my gut and crotch. It tended to get thicker down there, not that I cared, so for the most part I’m sure you can imagine what I look like by now. Practically seven foot, thick like a brick shithouse, and chubby just like any feral pig. What I want to really get across though is the other senses. Because a lot of the time with stories like these guys tend to get themselves swamped up in all the looks, about how hot they look and how sexy they are. Me, I don’t care ‘bout that. I wanna talk about how I smell, how I taste, and how I feel…
Being deep in the south, the weather can get mighty swelterin’. Believe me, I’ve spent enough time basking in the sun like any good pig should, so let me tell you it can really get scorching sometimes. So us folks tend to get used to the heat, and anything that comes with it. To put it bluntly, we sweat. Or rather, I do – by the bucket load. Being a variant means I got it twice as bad, even if I’d just been an ordinary human I wouldn’t have had to deal with the genetic fuck-ups that meant our sweat was a helluva lot stronger. If you ever catch me out in the noonday sun, you can bet your dollars to doughnuts that I’m gonna be glistening like a fuckin’ Christmas tree in the middle of July. But I hear you wonderin’, ‘But Edgar, I thought you’s was a pig, and pigs don’t go no sweat glands, ‘cause that’s why they roll around in the mud.’ Well, congrats on that super specific knowledge there, and you’re right. Feral pigs don’t sweat, but being the messed up variant that I am means I get all the wonders of a human’s cooling system. Good in theory, nasty in practice. I realised real early on that people don’t like BO. They spend a fortune on masking it all up with fancy sprays and roll-ons, the products getting more and more convoluted until you’re just scratching your head and asking why you’d want state-of-the-art carbon molecule technology with patented reflective resistance particles in fuckin’ antiperspirant. For me, even when I went out of my way to get the stuff that could knock out a horse to smother my pits with, it don’t make no difference. I smell like a swamp and frankly I like it, so I gave up on that sweet endeavour long ago. Locals don’t really like it much when I have to venture into town every once in a while because I’ll bring with me my cloud of death, but hey, it’s their problem, not mine.
How I taste and feel then, I’m sure you can figure out by now. Sweat is salty. It’s rank and frankly manly as hell, and it can be musky too. So when I’ve got a nice sweat on and I’m all wet as a bloody monsoon then I taste like the nastiest, dirtiest man you’ll have ever met. I love it, and just to feel it sliding over my flesh… I’m not a skin man, but boy I’ll sure as hell indulge myself in a bit of body worship when I feel like it.
So now that we’re all caught up and you’re all up to speed on who and what kind of a nasty sonofabitch I am, we can get back to my boy. You see, dear reader, I’m a puff. A fag. A fairy. A queer. Whatever name they’re using these days, I’m it. I don’t like girls. I prefer me some prime grade boy material. I don’t really have a story behind how I came to some deep, poignant revelation about my sexuality nor do I have some heartfelt defence of my preferences, I just like me them tail-raisers and pillow-biters. Sorry if you were expecting more, but as this point you should be used to me being blunt and crass. But yeah, I got a bit carried away there; I’m a ‘homosexual’ or just plain old gay, depending on how you looked at it, and for the most part I hadn’t really ventured much sexually in my time. I’d dabbled a bit as a teenager, earning a bit of cash on the side for selling myself out to men who had incredibly low standards with equally deep pockets, but I knew what I liked by the time I was ready to make it on my own. It was just that what I liked was hard to come by, all things considered. I hadn’t been searching for anyone until I met him: my boy.
I’m not gonna dress it up, his origin story was no more pretty than mine; he was the son of a whore, not that I have anything against that, but he never knew his pa and I don’t think he really cares to bother finding him, if it were possible. I reckon it’s someone local enough – only an idiot regular would neglect to use a fuckin’ condom – but it wasn’t my place to say. He grew up just dandy without him anyway, his mamma did a good enough job keeping him on the straight and narrow, but the kid didn’t really have the brains for college. Sounds rough, I know, but like I said histories ain’t pretty round these parts. Basically he scraped through high school with decent enough grades to ensure he was employable, but it was more his body that was his best feature. He played on his school’s football team, what position I forget, but he had a gorgeous build. Seriously, he was sculpted and buff like any real man ought to be – I was rather jealous some days, but then all I had to think about was how he was all mine and I could fuck him however I like, and suddenly it don’t matter no more how I feel. He did odd jobs around the town, mostly working for local bars and crapshoot restaurants or going out into the outskirt farms during harvest to help out, anything to earn some keep. His real name was Billy Ray Tucker, but most just called him Ray. I called him my little piglet, piggy sometimes, casually boy when things weren’t gettin’ intense. He don’t care what I call him really, so long as he can be my sweetheart.
I suppose you might call it love. I wouldn’t argue with that, no sir. I cared for him more than I’d ever cared about anybody in my life, and love had always been this abstract thing I’d never known what it was, but yeah. He was my boy, and I loved him. And here’s where we can skip to the now, where I sat waiting in my shack with the hot sun beating down and leaving the air stagnant, humid, and stifling with my sweaty musk, naked as the day I was born with the family jewels just flopped out against the stained couch cushions whilst I waited for him to come home to me.
Oh, speaking of which another quick pause here, because I’ve not given you the honour of knowing how I really look down where it matters most. Don’t kid yourselves, you were all really thinkin’ it. What’s Edgar packing under the hood? Well, I don’t like to brag… Fuck it, who am I kiddin’? Of course I fuckin’ do. For lack of a better way to put it, I’m hung like a horse. People would look at me and just assume my sausage is sucked into fat, that it’s stuck under my belly and I ain’t seen it in years, but little do they know I’ve got one mighty fuckin’ pecker. I haven’t cared to measure it, don’t really fancy ruining the fun and putting a boring ol’ number to it, but it’s real long – thick too, probably thicker than it is longer, if I was to boast about something. Thicker than my wrist at least, and please bear in mind I’ve got pretty meaty fuckin’ wrists. But I ought to be thankful, ‘cause I’ve seen what I could have ended up with if my piggy side had been just that little bit stronger than the human part, as my foot long could very well have been pencil thin. So if having a glorious dick like mine meant sweating like a whore in Church then sign me up for a confessional. I think maybe some other genes must have got muddled in when I was conceived, variant breeding is still a mucky process as far as I know, since whilst I don’t have a sheath or anything like a pig might, I know I’m not meant to have a blunter head. I had massive balls though, that was a bonus from wherever it came, and let’s just say a few other little perks filtered through from my animal side.
It don’t really matter anyway what I really got down there, all you needed to know was that I’m a big prick with a bigger prick. And my meaty package was reserved for one hungry boy in particular, and he was coming by for his daily feedin’.
As I told you earlier, I live in pretty average conditions. It ain’t no poor shack, but it’s not a palace either. I spruce it up where I can, got myself a nice TV and some decent furniture, the shutters drawn on the windows so I can bask in the shade for a bit. It was still crazy scorching, and I could feel the little droplets sliding against my skin as I kept patient. I wasn’t in no hurry, I could take all the time I liked with him when he was here, especially on the weekends when he could stay the night. He liked to keep our relationship on the down-low so he don’t get judged by the townsfolk, but I knew he didn’t really keep it that much a secret. I’d been looking forward to finally havin’ him for the night, when he was finally all mine and I could love my little piggy until we fell asleep, though the crows would cry out long before then. Provided we heard them, that is. Ray can be a real grunter in the sack.
But I’m keeping you all waiting from the good stuff, sorry. I can get side-tracked easily. So I was sitting there waiting in my birthday suit, when finally I heard his key rattle in the lock. I shuffled up where I sat, getting my head together for when he walked through that door. My dick just throbbed at the thought of him, so I just inhaled the think stench in the air and gave myself a cheeky grope. I knew what I wanted, and so would he.
The door swung open and in he stepped, sweating himself with soaked clothes that clung to his toned body. He looked adorable, coming in all exhausted like, probably hard at work slogging under that awful heat. I loved it when he looked like that, because it just made it all the more sweeter to taste his flesh and lap up his sweat as he took mine.
“Hey Daddy!”
His face lit up, as it always did, when he saw me sat there. His eyes immediately went down, like I expected them to, as he drank in the sight of me. I liked to make an impression, and I’ll be honest I’d pulled the ready and waiting routine far too many times for it to be a surprise anymore. But I could still see the horniness flash across his eyes as he spied my crotch, my swollen gut, and my shiny hide. I heard him breathe deep too, taking in the rank aroma which probably just drowned the room out now.
Let me just real quick give you a rundown of how he looks. So you know he’s a beefy little shit, granted, but he’s got this mug which borders between a baby’s and a lumberjack’s. All soft where you’d expect it, young like, but then with a man’s beard and nice, plump lips, perfect for cock-suckin’. His hair was this golden straw though, glossy like it was from a fucking magazine or something. Pretty much a miracle how he kept it so nice, but I loved nothing more than running my fingers through his hair when I smothered him beneath me. He was smaller than myself, maybe somewhere between five or six, I don’t really care much. I could pick him with my own two hands, let’s leave it at that. Other than that I don’t know really what else to say about him. I guess I could tell you what he’s like as a person, but really that wouldn’t do anything for those achin’ boners of yours, would it? He’s a sweet kid, got a real heart of gold to match that hair o’ his, but you want the nasty stuff, right?
“Hey boy,” I slurred, leaning forwards with my hands on my knees, “Daddy’s been missin’ you real good today. I’m all pent up.”
“I can see that, Daddy,” he smiled with a chuckle, “I missed you too. Been thinkin’ about you long and hard.”
I could have made the pun there, I really could of, but nah. At that point, my balls were tellin’ my brain to fuck my piggy like I’d been dreamin’ of all day.
“Put on a show for Daddy. Show him whatchya got.” A sly smile flashed across his succulent little lips as he unclasped the snaps on his overalls. The denim was so well worn I could see through the frayed holes his filthy shirt underneath. Now we folks in the south, we ain’t a bunch of farm hicks who dress like we’ve emerged from some cave for the first time in years, but you gotta understand that my piggy was a dirty shit when he wanted to be. Whether it was the work or the opportunity I don’t know, but every time he finally finished off for the day and came to see him he positively stank and look like he’d dragged his way through mud just to reach me. Maybe it was the devotion to his Daddy, heh…
He lifted his shirt and finally showed off that ripped body of his. Unlike me, he took good care of himself, probably because he didn’t have some gnawin’ need in his head to constantly eat, hungry or not. He was such a twink, the kind of lad who you’d expect to be jailbaitin’ as soon as he knew how; in fact, now that I thought about it, he was as much the opposite to me as I could think. Whilst I was covered in the human fuzz of body hair and had a gut bloated to the size of a barrel, he had abs you could fuckin’ cut yourself on, and such smooth, supple skin that I bet just felt silky to the touch no matter how rough you worked him. He might have sweated too, but not the buckets I seemed to drip with, only ever enough for that sexy shine you see all the models have in glossy mags. But I think the biggest difference between the two of us was that when he finally got to be alone with me he dialled up the queer factor to what he probably liked, swaying his hips like some stripper pro and pouting those cock hungry lips as if he were posing for some fuckin’ selfie. He didn’t lilt his voice, I’ll be damned if I shag someone who made me think a woman was on the other end, but if he acted this way in public he’d be outed before anyone had even had a chance to say ‘how do you do’.
Next came his pants. It’s hard to make trousers look sexy, you’ve always got to stoop down to take ‘em off, and then it’s always one leg before the other, sometimes it’ll get caught on a heel or ankle and you’ve got to jimmy your leg just right. Utter mood killer sometimes, in the middle of a strip tease and you’re lap dancer is just having fun trying to pull their lower half out their clothes. But yet somehow Ray managed it. I mean, it was exactly the best grace in the world, but he got ‘em off quick enough that there wasn’t really an issue with it all. And boy did he have some pins though. Not ladylike sorta legs, but hell they seemed to go on for days, and much like the rest of him they were nicely toned. If he didn’t have an accent as thick as mine and a hankering for some daddy pig meat, I reckon he ought to really been good at being in magazines. Sometimes it was like I’d plucked him right off the cover of one of ‘em.
And there he stood, practically nude save for the well-worn jockstrap that hugged his package too tightly – I ought to know, I was the one who told him to switch from briefs to those sexy little things, and I definitely wanted them showing off his crotch. I just loved jockstraps, I would wear ‘em myself if it was worth the effort. But they just offered up that open access to what really mattered for me: a nice tasty little asshole. And on the other side, you gots a sweet bulge to grope and tease and eventually pull away to play with. As an added bonus, I could already tell with just a simple whiff of the air, that these were a pair my piggy had been wearing plenty enough to get ‘em smelling juicy. He stood there, pleased as fuckin’ punch, grinnin’ to himself because he knew I enjoyed just eatin’ up the sight of him. Cocky little shit.
“Who’s Daddy’s boy?”
“I am, Daddy,” he chimed in, without skippin’ a beat, flashing me a sweet, slutty smile.
“Come show your Daddy some love then. Show him how much you worship him.”
God it was like letting the hounds loose at the dogs racing; like a whippet he shot to it, sauntering over and kneeling down where I sat on the couch. He reached out with his hands, opening his arms to greet my bulging gut like a long lost friend, slidin’ himself around me in a hot embrace. I leant back myself, spreadin’ my arms back with a roll of my shoulders, placing them both along the back of the couch whilst I let him go to work. For a moment, he just knelt there, hands softly roamin’ about that belly of mine, slippin’ up and down my sides so that I could feel the trail of his fingers through the damp sweat and hair, but I knew he wanted more. I grinned as he leant forwards and pressed his face right into the swell of my stomach, those tender lips kissin’ my hide and suckling upon the nectar that coated every inch of me. It was his a drug to him, and alike every addict he wanted his fix as he began to slip that tongue out of his mouth and lap at my skin. His hands groped at my fat body whilst he kissed and drank greedily from what I had to offer. I could feel the rough of his tongue glidin’ round my body, tracing every bulge and contour as if I were a lollipop. My taste must have been potent on his tongue, overpowerin’ I’d really say, but you couldn’t tell by his expression. If anything, at a glance, you’d have said he was lovin’ every minute of it, and damn right he was. My little piggy was a good boy for his Daddy.
His hands got a little naughty though; they reached up and cupped my chest until those sneaky fingers of his found my nipples. I grunted and tensed when he gave them a pinch, taking each numb in between his thumbs and forefingers, toying with them as gently as he could and gradually building the intensity. Still he kept busy though, licking along my stomach and my chest, running through the bristles of hair that sprouted wherever he encountered ‘em.
“Fuck!” I barked as he gave a particularly savage tweak to ‘em one time, feeling his nails catch on the skin, “Go easy, piggy. Or else Daddy will go just as hard on you too.” I probably shouldn’t have said that, but fuck it. I was feelin’ raunchy. And I got exactly the coy, not at all apologetic smile back from him. I knew he wanted to go harder – he loved it when his Daddy fucked him good – and he probably knew that I knew, or some shit. But sure, he smiled,
“Sorry Daddy.” Little shit wasn’t at all sorry, but it don’t matter. Whatever he dished out now he’d get back in return – fair’s fair, after all. Still though, he did ease off a bit. As much as he liked to play rough and get me in the mood, he knew there was a line I didn’t like to cross. Some men would, definitely a few variants who loved to play dark with their toys, or slaves or whatever. Not me though. As much as I liked to call myself ‘Daddy’ and give my boy any name I pleased, that don’t mean I wanna hurt or break him. Who’d wanna hurt such a sweet, dirty little thing like him, anyway?
Eventually he let go of my nipples, not that they’d go unattended for long knowin’ me. He knelt down lower though, settlin’ onto his shins as he sat back, stroking across my gut as his head moved even lower than that; I didn’t realise what he was doin’ until I felt that rasping tongue dive against my flesh again. He was pushing deep, real deep, right into the space under the bulge of my belly, where the fat had accumulated and the muscle hardened it, until there was a space just over my abdomen that I could no longer see myself. But I knew it was there, and right now my piggy was reminding me off it. He was practically on all fours, only his hands braced himself against my swollen build, as he buried his face into that crevice. God, I must have stank in there, all that sweat just collecting in the meaty confines, saturating and soaking until it reeked of me. It was fuzzy too, down there. I knew I grew a mean happy trail and it only got thicker the lower down you got, starting from the thin little line that creeped down my chest, over my gut, and then down into my crotch. It made an evil grin push at my face as I could hear him slurpin’ away just like a real pig, makin’ all sorts of slutty snorts and moans as he ate me up. Fuckin’ hell, we hadn’t even got onto my dick yet and he was losin’ his poor little piggy mind!
Now I won’t lie, part of me wanted to just keep this up forever. It had been a long, hard, hot day and I’d spent all this time sittin’ drenched waitin’ for him to come home to me and I wanted to make the most of it, but there’s only so long a boy’s juicy tongue can satisfy you before you need to move on to the real thing. But I let him do as he pleased for a while, still just happy to sit back with a dozy grin on my face whilst he washed his in my rank sweat. He worshipped me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, and that’s the way it ought to be between a man and his boy. Nah, I wouldn’t dare say I was a god in his eyes, but let’s say I was pretty close. He doted on me, in the flesh, and wanted nothing but to please me. As the sweet sounds of him suckling on me filled the room, muffled under my fat gut, and the sensation of his tongue slurping against me got more eager with every passing second, I felt my dick throb right beneath him. He must have seen it, at least felt it, and he must have known what was coming next.
“Alright boy, Daddy wants you wrapped around his meat now.” I felt him pull away, freeing his head from the dank confines below my belly. His face was shiny with sweat, probably mine, maybe his, with a delirious look that just screamed of subservience. The little piggy was mine.
“Yes Daddy.”
Finally I moved my hands off the couch and reached forwards, taking his cheek in my giant paw. I was gentle, I always was, and I was loving as I held his face. You should see the way he tilts his head into my hand with that needy look in his eyes. Like a little puppy dog, only much sleazier.
“You gonna swallow me all this time,” I said firmly, “No choking like last time.” He nodded. I honestly don’t know what happened that last time. Usually he’s such a good boy and takes me without a problem, but for some reason he just kept gagging like a virgin and struggled to let me in. I was patient then, but pissed afterwards. He’d gotten a sore rump for that, let me tell you. But he’d taken his punishment and now we had a chance to show that all the wrongs were forgotten. We were gonna make sure we knew how to take a dick like a good piggy.
With my hand I let my grip get firmer. He felt it, you could see, just a flash in his eyes where it dawned on him things were gonna get serious now if they hadn’t before. It was the usual routine, all fun and games until we got down and dirty for good. I just had to break him into that headspace. He followed him hand like a good piggy and stooped down on all fours, hands leaving my gut and planted against the floor to right himself, that tight little ass pitched in the air like the slut he was. I shuffled back on the couch to give him some room and I guided his head down to meet my crotch. Already I could feel the buzz of excitement shoot through me as if this was the first time I ever got my dick sucked, but when it was Ray it always felt good. I held his head still as I pushed forwards with my hips, letting him take my head in between his lips so I didn’t have to watch and guide as I was spoon-feedin’ him.
First there was his hot breath just pantin’ across my cock before he opened up, and then it was heaven. His mouth was fuckin’ glorious. I left my hips where they were as he sucked on the head, that tongue of his already goin’ to work on me as I held him there, his skull just between my hands, firm but not tight, and definitely not insistent. I was gonna enjoy him.
He swirled that tongue around me like a literal lollipop this time. All that effort put into worshippin’ my sweaty body and now he was onto the main fuckin’ course! He’d work under the foreskin, slithering his tongue up there like a real pro and slidin’ in round so softly and slowly he had me shudderin’ in minutes. We always took our time when it came to oral. Foreplay was the best route I’d found with him. Fuckin’ him was a delight, but it was always better when we both got worked up and he was giving himself to me like a real pig should. I let loose a few jets of pre into his mouth, not that I had much choice with his porn star skills he got, and I swear I heard the fucker moan as he tasted my stickier nectar. He was a guzzler for sure; he’d be gulpin’ down cum better than the rest of ‘em and still be beggin’ for more.
Christ he felt good though. I pulled his head deeper down onto me, and he moved to take me, widening his jaw so my cock could slide into him. He had such a tight mouth, holy hell. See, you can always ruin a nice ass over and over, and after a while of parking yourself there, especially with my size, you tend to wear ‘em out a bit. But a mouth would always stay exactly how you want it, and I could feel my boy shuddering ‘round me as he took me. We didn’t stop until we got to his throat, and part of me wondered if he was gonna seize up again and be a bad boy, but I didn’t have to be worried; sure there was a moment he resisted, where he pulled back against me and I heard him gag, but we kept going. I let out a sigh as I felt him open up for me, swallowing me down until his face was smothered in my fucking crotch. I could feel every ragged breath snuffle against my pubes, his throat swallowing like a needy bitch on my dick, everything so tight and hot that I just kept him there. He squirmed a bit, nothing that indicated he wanted to pull away, but it was clearly a challenge to him.
Good, my boy had gotten lazy. He needed to be reminded of what I expected of him.
I began to ease him off, letting him slide back along my dick with a wet slurp of his lips. I let him get so far, not all the way off mind, giving him the chance to just suckle on my tip. His tongue licked and swirled around my knob giving it a good polish, felt so good and made my hips twitch just to feel him going at it, and I let him have his moment before I pulled him back down. Every inch just slid right into him like one of them flashlight fuck toys they sell, he just opened up to let him in like a good little piggy. Part of me wanted to just let go and let him do all the work, but we needed to make sure we knew what the score was and how things were gonna be. I could settle for a relaxin’ B.J. in my own time later when we’s all spent. I kept my hands placed firmly ‘round his head and I pulled him to and fro onto me, fucking his purty little face with those lips just bulging round my shaft. I could feel ‘im squirmin’ his tongue around inside, flexin’ and writhin’ against my meat, gulping down the drool of pre I knew my monster musta been leakin’. He had such a nice tongue, real long and supple, could reach all those places it shouldn’t, just how I like it. For now it was wrapped around my cock, worshippin’ every inch I fed him like a good boy. I just slid right back down into his throat, feelin’ him tensin’ all up as I took my rightful spot in his sweet little mouth, all before I pulled back out. He was such a greedy boy, hungry to get my seed in his belly, but I was savin’ myself today.
I pulled out of him finally, dick nice and wet with his spit, and put a fingertip to his forehard as he tried to dive right back down onto me like a needy pig.
“Daddy don’t want to blow no cream in you just yet, boy,” I declared as I watched those pretty lips of his pout and the eyes flash with disappointment, “You can get that any time you like later. Right now, I wants you to get on the floor for Daddy ‘cause he needs that tongue of yours deep.”
“Yes Daddy!” He was such a good boy. I let him pull himself back away from my crotch – I would have loved to have kept him there for the rest of the night, but a horny pig wanted to ride his boy’s nice ass later, so who am I to argue? Leaning back I just watched him climb down to the floor, turning around so that he was on his back, staring straight up ahead with his head between my legs. I just looked down at him, his body half hidden under my gut as I wondered how the view must look from below. Musta been so hot, a nice big man who loves you no matter what, willing to use you to his heart’s content. He was on real lucky boy, and I made sure to remind ‘im every chance I could.
Once he was settled I finally lifted myself up off the couch and squatted down just over my boy. It don’t really matter where I sat, ‘cause Ray would move himself if he needed to, so I just let myself drop down and he did all the work. His hands reached up to embrace my bulky hips and wrap around my cheeks as they came down over him, until I felt the first proper touch of his face to my skin. I was so sweaty back there from just sittin’ in the heat, I could just feel the trickles of sweat just beadin’ down my back and soakin’ into my crack. Ray really was getting’ hungry as I felt him plunge right in, sinking between my cheeks to suckle and eat up my tasty flesh. I was a hairy fucker too, I’m sure I told ya, but I mean back there it’s like fuckin’ shag carpet, if you know what I mean. I got one hell of a fluffy rear, and I could only wonder what it gotta feel like rubbin’ your face up against all that pure man fuzz.
But to give my boy his credit, he loved pleasin’ his Daddy, and I loved getting’ my salad tossed real good, so you bet what he did? He got right to work, that’s what. I ain’t never had a boy like him before. I just settled back and sat down whilst he let himself dive right in, mouth kissing my pucker like it was his best girl or summat. I settled back for a nice little ride, letting him make out with my nasty hole. He had one hell of a tongue, if you haven’t figured it out by now. One of ‘em kids with lucky genes, he gots a real long tongue, puts even us variants to shame. It squirmed and writhed like a livin’ thing, just wigglin’ its way up into my hot ass, slurping up my musk and hole juices. I could hear him beneath me, moanin’ and groanin’ like a fuckin’ horny beast, devourin’ what he could. He did his best to get deeper, my weight just bearin’ down and gravity doing its magic as he sunk further inside. Felt good to have him there, he always made for a good seat, and his oral skills was just a pretty bonus, a cherry on top the cake, y’know?
Whilst he was busy though, I figured I might as well reward him. He was doin’ such a good job, I couldn’t let efforts like that go unappreciated. His cock stood proud before me, like a bloody flag pole, head glistening with his pre. Human cocks had always amazed me. I know mine ain’t no different, but theirs are always so uniform. Majority of ‘em have only got five or more inches, maybe a few veins, a foreskin if they had ‘em – most folks round here I know got cut, a very American thing apparently, but Ray here somehow still ‘ad his. Don’t ask me why. All in all, their dicks were… plain, right? Like you get a variant and you’re never gonna know what’s they packin’ until you pull ‘em down and see for yourself. Is they an animal, or is they human? Something in between or lord knows what else. With skinnies though you’re always guaranteed a certain shape, a certain look, a certain feel. And I’d gotten to know Ray pretty well, I’d say. I knew every sweet spot just like he knew mine. So I reached out with a fat, sweaty, hairy hand and I put my palm to his head. He liked it when I polished him. I’d found all the skinnies had real sensitive heads, made ‘em squirm like mad, especially if they still got that foreskin. I ground the rough callous of my palm into him and just shined his tip as if I were toyin’ with some door knob. I felt him squeal underneath me, the sound smothered by my cheeks, but his tongue went wild on my hole. He ate me out good as I teased his head. I could feel him tryna thrust desperately into my hand, his hips bucking, but I always kept my distance, only polished his head. I liked to get him nice and frustrated before we moved on. Made him a real horny piggy then.
I started to give him a proper hand job after a bit. As fun as it was to feel him struggle beneath me, and to hear him whimper into my rump, I couldn’t let the poor boy suffer too much now, could I? It still teased him though, don’t get me wrong. I ain’t about to let him off the hook, I just needed to keep him rarin’ to go like a wind-up toy. You get them all excited until you let ‘em go, step back, and watch the fireworks. Trust me, by the time I get off him – not that that’s any time soon, mind – and waggle my dick in his face and tell him it’s time to sit in daddy’s lap, I’ll be balls deep in ‘im as he impales himself onto me. I let my hand just drag up and down his length with the pre he spurted into my palm like a good pig and I kept him slick. I rolled that foreskin over his tip and swirled a fingertip around inside, stretching the skin until he was hankering fer more. He liked it most when I’d squeeze his shaft, ‘specially when he was rock hard, so he could let his dick throb back into my grasp. He was just like a puppy sometimes, always so eager to please, to let his daddy know he was doin’ a good job and that he wanted more and more. Who was I not to oblige my little piggy with what he wanted?
Okay, so I lied. As much as I’d love to just sit on his face all afternoon and well into the night, I was too horned up myself to just laze around whilst he did his job. I pulled myself up off of him, immediately hearin’ the disappointed whimpers of a greedy boy all too unhappy to have his hole taken away from him. He could get more later, so it just went over my head. I settled back down on the couch to give my calves a break and I did exactly as I said I would: I grabbed a hold of my monster trouser snake and I let it bob in front of his face.
“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” I told him, all gruff like, just as a daddy should, “Let me hold my boy and give him what he wants.”
I’ll tell you, you won’t have ever seen a lad move so quick in all his life.
He got up to his knees like a shot, and was standing over me before you could even say ‘fuck me’. He turned away, bent his knees a little, and threw his head over his shoulder so he could take a look back to see where he was going. I took a hand and put it on his hips, guiding him back as he spread those legs to expose his soft hole hidden away. Now you might be thinking ‘but wait, what’s about the lube? Ain’t it gonna hurt goin’ in dry?’ And yeah, you’d be right, for any dull old amateur. But Ray here was a born pig, and we’ve been doin’ this old routine for long enough now to know that a bit of spit and some elbow grease and we’d be golden. Besides, part of me reckons he loves the burn. Gets a kick out of it, I think. Whether that’s ‘cause deep down he’s a masochist or summat, I don’t know, I haven’t looked too deeply into it, but it might be somethin’ I could discover somewhere down the line. For now, I just wanted his hole wrapped around my prick.
You know that first touch, when cock meets ass? It’s a fuckin’ glorious feelin’, you know? Like a shudder just runs up your spine, pricklin’ all over your body, your brain just hootin’ and hollerin’ ‘cause it’s got some genuine meat to sink itself in to, and this time around it ain’t no sad jack off to yourself in bed. When my boy’s hole kissed my cock for what felt like an age apart, it was phenomenal. I got all tingly and hot, my hand just tightening on his hips and dragging him back harder. He don’t seem to mind much, he’s a good boy and does what his daddy wants, and right there and then I wanted to slam him right down on my crotch and feel him squirm from me inside him. But you’s got to be patient, don’t want to break your favourite toy by bein’ too rough. So I took my time like I always did, though I will admit I maybe was a bit harsher than I normally am, but hey, I’m a horny male deprived of unloadin’ into his pig, who’s gonna tell me off for getting’ antsy with my boy.
I pulled him down and I felt the pressure at his hole. God he’d gone tight since we’d been separated, which was both a pleasure as it was a curse. Well… I say that, but really it’s only bad for him. I get a nice tight ass to fuck and he has to deal with stretchin’ out again. But I always tell ‘im to keep himself nice and open for me, ‘cause I ain’t responsibly for maintain that hole of ‘is. He was strugglin’ to take me, I could feel it. His legs trembled and he seemed almost nervous as I pushed him down further, like he knew that I knew he was tight, that we were both thinkin’ the same thing. I don’t try to scold my boy for somethin’ he can’t really help, but I was getting’ pretty damn unimpressed the more he seemed to resist my hands pullin’ him down. I smacked his rump with a spare hand, lettin’ go of my dick that held it up to his hole,
“Now just stop it, boy,” I said firmly, grinning at the red mark I’d left on his soft skin, “You knows what you’s got to do. Don’t piss me around.”
“Sorry Daddy…” He was genuinely upset, but we wasn’t about to start feelin’ all mopey, no sir. I wants my boy to take my dick, no complaints, no apologies.
“Just shut up and take it. Don’t be a bitch, be Daddy’s little piggy.”
“Yes Daddy!” There we go, a little flash of the good ol’ Ray there. That’s what I wanted.
I held him down and the pressure mounted again. Time to see if I’d have to pin my boy to the floor and make him take it or if he was gonna be good and save me the energy. There was a few tense seconds, a lot of grunting on his part, but then I sank inside him. Just the tip, mind, but he clenched around me real tight, muscles spasmin’ as my fat member thrust up into ‘im. But I didn’t give him a chance to get adjusted, fuck that. It ain’t my fault he was out of shape. I pulled him back into me and he shuddered and trembled as he strained to take me, his hole stretchin’ painfully around my cock. Even I could feel that he was lackin’ his usual touch. Normally he’d sink right onto me like a glove, but this was like breakin’ him in all over again. I pinned him to my lap and held ‘im there, feeling him shiver and shake like a fuckin’ leaf in a gale. He was holdin’ a lot back, probably from the discomfort, but I knew he could take it, I wasn’t worried. All it was was a matter of time before he’d be back into the swing of things. All he needed was someone to push ‘im there. Someone like me, his pig daddy. I just let him settle as best he could, holding him close, my belly pressin’ right up to his back, his balls restin’ just atop my fat sack, his legs spread over my thighs as he was pinned to me. I felt good to have ‘im so close to me again, and it felt even better to have my thick meat slid right up inside him. I’d measured before, just on a fuckin’ whim, how deep I got inside him, and let’s say that when I was hilted as I was now, he could feel me right in the pit of his stomach. And he stretched out so well too, he really took me like a champ, pain an’ all. I ain’t jokin’ when I tell people about my size. Some just scoff and tell me I’m dreamin’ or that I’m just a liar, but really, you ask my boy and he’d confirm it. I’m thick, I’m heavy, and when I pull out of you after a good breedin’ you really miss me in you.
Right now, I was hollowin’ out my boy and I eased him back onto me. He always felt better when his weight was restin’ on my gut and I had his legs in each hand, pulling him up by the knees. As a variant I was stronger than ‘im by far, so it ain’t no trouble to me. Really he was like a feather, light as anything, and I pulled up his legs so that he was speared right onto my shaft. That was when the fun could start, when I could start bouncin’ him up and down on my cock and rocking my hips up to meet his sweet little ass. His head rested on my chest, just between my breasts – though I ought to face facts, at this stage their ‘moobs’ or whatever you skinnies call ‘em – and he looked down at himself getting fucked like a little bitch. I always wondered what went through his head as he felt me sliding into him, what he musta been thinkin’. I can’t say I’ve ever been in his position, nor would I want to, but it makes you think, you know. I just held him up by his thighs and spread them legs of his wide so that he was nice and open for me, angled just right so I could slide in to my balls and back out to the tip.
Every inch pulled out of him like a magician’s dirty little magic trick. He had one hell of an ass when it was in business, could always take me right in deep without complaints. I just kept pullin’ and pullin’ out of him until finally only my fat head remained, and then I’d slide back into him. I didn’t drag it out and take my time, I just wanted to unload right now into my boy so we could have some cuddles and he could lick me clean. So he rode me at my control, just like a lazy Sunday afternoon fuck, only it ain’t so lazy this time around and it was gonna end far harder than those Sunday afternoon’s usually did. I stroked his innards with my dick, letting every thick inch just ride along inside him. I was hittin’ his prostate, I knew that much, ‘cause as I said I knew how he liked things, and I knew that in this position I’d be grinding right up against his tender spot. But even if I didn’t know that, you could see his angry prick just throbbin’ and twitchin’ into the open air begging to be touched. He knew better than to do that though. He knew I liked to see him cum from me fucking him, just like all boys should.
He was whimperin’ and moanin’ like a beast in heat though, let me tell you. Now that we’d gotten past all the uncomfortable shit an’ he was startin’ to get back into the routine, he was getting’ real turned on by my massive member just slamming right up into him. I was speedin’ up o’course. No need to be gentle no more if he was up to task. I was ramming my fat dick right up into him ‘ard as I could, grindin’ in deep with balls slappin’ his and feel pre churn into his guts. You could even hear it as he fucked, them real slick, wet, lewd sounds of flesh hitting flesh, of an ass swimming with pre, grunting and snorting from us both. I was a pig after all, and he was just a filthy bitch! No surprise that the two of us together cooked up a storm of snuffling oinks!
The smell too. Oh my god, the smell. Like I said, it was real hot like, I was already a sweaty mess by the time he arrived, and I stank of musk like a real feral should. But now that we was workin’ up a whole new sweat, now that I was pumpin’ him full of my man juices and he was givin’ his ass to me, it was like breathing in hot soup. The air was so thick you could feel it ooze on your tongue and slither down your throat with every pant. Fuckin’ hell I loved it, you could just bake and stew in your own stench, let it wash over you until it was everythin’ in the world! Ray was gettin’ delirious on it too, probably not as much as me, us variants have tweaked senses after all, but it was potent enough to even mess with human biology. He was really openin’ up his ass for me, gruntin’ and takin’ my cock like a pro. His rim just engulfed me, swallowed me whole, just like his mouth and throat, and it was a delight just to ‘ave him slidin’ over my body, slick with my sweat, drippin’ in his own, droolin’ like a son-of-a-bitch as I blew his mind by fuckin’ him with my meaty prick. I might not have known what it was like takin’ me, but it was sure fuckin’ special givin’ it to others. I loved the way his body just squeezed and milked me, like his primal side was just sayin’ ‘fuck yes Daddy, breed me!’
He was gettin’ close, you could feel it. He worked like clockwork sometimes, you could always predict the next step, and as usual he’d always grow tired when he was nearin’ his orgasm, ‘cause his legs always turned to jelly and his head pretty much just lolled against me, kissin’ and suckin’ my sweaty hide like a baby sucklin’ for milk. He liked nibbling my nips, gave him something active to do when I came, knowin’ then he could cum too. I was pretty damn close myself, but I always liked to drag him on a bit, even if I was ready to blow, since I loved the way he just gave in and got all mushy, primed to do whatever the hell I wanted. Variants have a lot more bodily control of our anatomy, a blessing of genetics in a way, so I could always hold out for minutes, even hours if I dared before him. But like a trooper, he always bore it with me, holdin’ himself back until I gave him the word.
Speakin’ of genetics though, I feel I ought to mention. By now, if you don’t know I’m a pig, then lord knows what you been doin’ or how many brain cells you gots. But I’ll just remind you: I am a pig, and let me tell you some trivia about my porcine brethren. We have on hell of an orgasm. Now I don’t know the real science behind it honestly. As I’m sure I’ve said, I’m not an expert, so I don’t pretend to know how or why, but us pigs can have orgasms that last or half an hour or more. For ferals, I don’t know what that’s like. But for me, it’s got its ups and downs. Well… mostly ups, really, but they can be a nuisance sometimes.
I felt myself buckin’ into Ray harder and harder. I was ready to shoot, no doubt about it, and I wasn’t in the mood to prolong it, not right there and then at least. So I let the feelin’ build, I let it rise, I let the cum bubble and boil in my balls until I couldn’t deny the feelin’ any longer. I dropped my pig right down onto my crotch, I grabbed him by the waist again, and I held him right down deep and let loose. Now my orgasm, how best do I describe it? I don’t just shoot in pathetic little jets, no sir. I don’t cum like humans do, or a few variants for that matter. No, it more or less pours from me. It’s like lettin’ the pressure build in a hose pipe and then suddenly lettin’ go. It sprays out and then continues to flow, never endin’, And this lasts for thirty fuckin’ minutes, at the very least. Only it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I ain’t had my boy for some time, and I’ve been pent up waitin’ for his ass. And he was ever so good with his mouth, and that tongue of his especially. He had me all wound up. So naturally, when I came, I pretty much just soaked his guts in my seed. I don’t know ‘ow else to describe it, but it felt amazing to just let loose inside him. You could feel the thick, warm goo just build up around your dick and slosh like he was holdin’ gallons inside himself. And o’course he moaned and writhed like a good little pig as I emptied my load into him, me snortin’ and squalin’ like the actual swine I was. I just rode him hard, grinding up my cock into him until I could feel my sticky load run down my balls, his guts overloaded and swellin’ with my seed. He actually had a bulge at his abdomen, where my cum had bloated him up like a pregnant chick – good thing he was a man, or else I’d be in deep shit. But even as I felt my cum washin’ over my legs, pourin’ to the floor and poolin’ round my feet, I leaned in close to his hear, bitin’ at the lobe, hands movin’ now to grope his hunky body, and I whispered real gentle like,
“Cum for Daddy.”
It’s like that last twitch on a jack-in-the-box, you know? He was so pent up ‘imself, so ready to blow, that it didn’t even take a single touch to get him shootin’. There was this low, deep, pained moan before his body just started shaking and convulsing and jets of his jizz shot up across his torso, right into the open air. It was fun to watch, especially when I could hold back his arms and watch him struggle as he came hands-free. I was still soarin’ high on the amazin’ feelin’ of cumming for thirty minutes, I had plenty of time to go, but he was getting’ his five seconds of fame. His hole clenched around my cummin’ cock and it just made me hump into him more, givin’ me all sorts of pants and moans from my pig.
You know what the best part is, as I watched my pig squirm and struggle as his climax died down and left him with a soft, fleshy cock just dribblin’ over his bloated abdomen that continued to swell? It was the fact that I ain’t even done yet. It’s been barely a few minutes and I’m still goin’, still pumpin’ seed into him, floodin’ his guts until every nook an’ cranny is filled, until he might just start leakin’ my goo from the other end at any point. I loved my body, I loved the fucked up genetics, and I loved my little piggy, even as he settled down in my hungry hands that pinched his nipples, stroked his sweaty flesh, and held him close to my fat body, just eatin’ up every sense I could as he climbed down from a euphoric orgasm. I kept buckin’ into him, kept on pourin’ out cum, feelin’ the warmth drench my legs, his ass, my couch, but it was all worth it. I’d get him to clean it up, don’t you worry none. Hell, he’ll take about a dozen more loads tonight before I’m even done with him. I just hope my pig has got his appetite to boot, ‘cause he’s in for one long ass night.
I was feeling greedy though myself. I’d indulged him so far with his little cravings, given ‘im what he wants. I think it was about time I took somethin’ that I wanted. My fingers found his nipples and pinched ‘em. Hard. And my head bent down to find his, our mouths connecting as I thrust my fat, slobbery tongue right up into him. I could hear him gag and choke as his was no match for my tongue, since I was just way stronger than him. He moaned into my snout as I made out with him – well, let’s face it, I pretty much was fuckin’ his face with my tongue, but who cares, right? When I broke off the ‘kiss’ with ‘im, I kept real close to his ear, smilin’ as I panted some hot, rancid breath into his lungs,
“When Daddy’s done, you’re gonna lick up every drop, boy. And then we’s gonna see if you can get Daddy hard again with that mouth of yourself. I fancy droppin’ one into your belly after this.”
I coulda honestly came all over again by the sheer ‘fuck me’ moan he let loose. My little piggy. Such a good little boy!
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