He left shortly after cumming on pig’s face and pig has remained horny in its juices ashamed of its actions. It never ever ever expected to be an asshole-craving rimpig, but it is all pig has been able to think about since its last feeding and having eaten two holes in one day. Oh, I'd messed around with a couple of guys in Shameful as it is, pig understands being an eager ass-eater gives it purpose and increases its value to men, and it can’t wait to beg to be fed again and transformed into a desperate rimpig.First off, let me say I didn't start out to become a cock hound. In middle school, a couple of friends and I had beat off together on a regular basis. In high school, one of my friends and I had shared blowjobs. Well, I had decided by the time I graduated that I was probably gay, but you know how it is in high school, not the easiest thing to do, coming out. So, I made do with the old right hand and the help of my friend. Which brings us to my sudden and abrupt elevation to the ranks of major-league cockpigs. The summer after I graduated high school, my Uncle Sean came for a visit. Unlike my father who was very uptight and by-the-book, being an accountant, his younger brother Sean was a trucker, and from what my dad said, a rowdy one. He looked a lot like my dad, about 5'10" tall, dark brown hair and eyes, and a really hairy body. I had taken after my mum's side of the family and was fair, with auburn hair and an almost hairless body. He obviously had worked on his body all his life because there wasn't an ounce of fat on him and the muscles rippled Unlike my dad though, Uncle Sean was a beefcake.
Under his clothes when he walked or even stretched.Įven as a young kid, I'd had fantasies about Uncle Sean. Rubbing my hands all over his hairy chest and feeling him crush me in his powerful arms. Me, rubbing his cock, which I knew from having seen my dad's was a whopper-8" at least.
Of course, fantasy is one thing and reality another. But when Sean showed up one afternoon, I was the one who answered the door. He was looking especially hot in a pair of very tight levis, work boots, and a tank top. Hair was poking out everywhere and his muscles were shining in the sun. "Uncle Sean," I managed to mutter, "what are you doing here?" Fortunately, I was wearing some pretty loose jams so it didn't show too much I hoped. Sean responded by putting me in a major bearhug.