The Trailer Man’s Pig

I'll never forget the first time I saw two men be sexually intimate with one another. I was 7, in the car with my pops, and at a stop sign two guys off to the right were walking into the woods holding hands. I heard my father grumbling behind me as I continued to watch the burly men. As they slipped out of view my father grabbed my face and turned it to meet his gaze.

"You listen to me and you listen good." His face was serious, and tho he was looking back and forth between me and the road I didn't dare look away. "If you ever end up queer like those two redneck faggots, yer gonna fuckin regret it. You hear me boy?"

I didn't fully understand what he meant or the words he was using, but he said it with a menacing scowl and it was enough to scare me.

As the years went by, I started to become more and more aware of what my father meant. Queer meant "dudes likin dudes" and a faggot was "the worst kinda queer". Imagine my fear when I realized I had an attraction to men. The more I learned about my sexuality, the more fearful I was about what my father had told me that day.

By the time I was 15, it was everything I could do to not be hard around a man I found attractive.

I was a fairly average sized kid with sandy blonde hair and a little pudge. There was little about me that I found particularly attractive... but that was fine because most of the time I was drooling over the fine specimen that I was surrounded by.

Most of the guys in my town grew up to be huge, hairy, and gruff men.

Men that spend their time drinking beer and playing sports. Some pick up cigarettes or chewing tobacco, and most of them love talking about loose women.

I spent my time jerking in front of the family computer to online pictures or trying to steal glances of men from the side lines. Given the physical difference between me and the majority of the male population I was pretty shy. I wanted to avoid being bullied or getting beat, so I did my best to blend in and go unnoticed. They tried to get by in a store isle, I moved in a hurry. A guy asks for a light, I pull my lighter out of my pocket and quietly hand it to him. After a few years of successfully blending in, it was almost impossible to hold back my primal urges to drop to knees for one of these ugly brutes.

All of my sexual energy had been bottling up inside me for years, and now I was a a horny fucker, a 18 year old about to graduate who couldn't keep his dick out of his hand. At this age I was standing at around 5'9", still with a little pudge on my stomach, and still I had very few features that I would define as manly. My only saving grace was the hair under my arms, around my cock and on my legs and ass. I wasn't a satyr, but I would frequently play with my ass while I jerked. I had my pervy routine down and many times in the day I would spot a big bear guy and run out of view to jerk my cock. If I didn't jerk I don't know what I'd do. There was something about these types of men that immediately had an effect on my boy dick. I didn't know too much about sex with men, but I knew enough about myself to know that I needed sex with these men. One afternoon this led to me watching a repair man in our backyard while he worked on fixing our air conditioning unit. He was a big working class man, wearing overalls and a backwards cap. He wore a white t-shirt underneath, but with how he was sweating it was pretty much see through. Curly brown hair stuck out from the collar of his shirt and covered the top and sides of his arms. Inside his shirt I could see his hairy body gasping to be let out from the sweaty prison that was his shirt.

I gripped my dick through my shorts, imagining how it would taste to give him a tongue bath. To remove his dripping sweaty shirt and tongue out his armpits, and suck on his nips while I grind on him. I could feel my dick twitch in my hand as I squirmed and moaned to myself.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" my father screamed behind me.

I looked up at him and felt a rush of blood fly into my face. The repair guy looked over through the glass door at us and saw me with my dick poking out my shorts and my old man seething with rage. I didn't know what to say, and neither did my father. Instead he slapped me hard across my face. I bent down towards my stinging cheek and immediately was met with a slap on my other, sending me collapsing to the floor.

"You fuckin FAGGOT!" A swift kick to my gut made me gasp for air. I looked up and say my fathers red fuming face. "You queer ass motherfucker... I fuckin told you!" He threw his hat across the room knocking something over, and then got real close to my face "you're lucky you're my son or I'd finish beating you to death."

I looked away and at the tile, and felt my tears fall from my face. Part of me was relieved that I was outed, but the other part (the larger part) was terrified. Was there anything worse than being beaten to death. He grabbed me by my shirt and threw me into my room, locking the door and leaving me out of his sight.

I could hear him downstairs talking with the repair man downstairs, who sounded more confused than anything, and my father was yelling. They both left the house and I watched from my window as the man's car drove away, followed by my father's.

I walked around my room like a trapped ghost. Pale from the experience, still shedding tears, and letting whimpers pass through my lips. After another hour I passed out surrounded by every pillow I could find in an attempt to comfort myself. I woke up sometime the next day, and saw my father's car still missing. Fine. Maybe starving to death in my room was more peaceful punishment than his angry beatings. I found a half empty water bottle, drank it all, and then pissed in it without access to the bathroom. I went back to sleep trying to ignore my hunger.

Around 8 pm I woke to my dad opening the door. "Get up." I stared at him in fear. The closer he got the more powerful the smell of alcohol filled my nose. He was plastered.

"Don't look at me with those sad fucking queer eyes. You know damn well I won't allow a fag to live under my roof. In fact you better take off those pajamas I bought right fucking now. You don't own a damn thing in this fuckin house." I continued to stare at him, my lips beginning to quiver again.

"GET A MOVE ON FAGGOT, YOURE GUNNA GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF AND YOUR GUNNA GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE."

He dragged me out in a shirt and underwear and threw me in the car.

"I can't believe what I saw, dammit. You fucking faggot. I told ya you'd regret it. You're bout to learn what the only thing a cocksucker like you is good fer. I have no fucking use for a faggot son. If you come crawlin' back changed that's one thing, but I bet you won't."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was scared.

We sat in silence for a long time, until I finally pulled up the courage to try and apologize or salvage the situation.

"Dad, I --"

"QUIET! You shut your mouth fag boy. I bet you've been hiding fer years. One look at you now and I can tell, yer one of those true faggots, the ones that spend all day with dicks up their pussy and mouths. Yer lucky we're pulling up or I'd pull over and beat you just for speaking to me." His hands tightened on the steering wheel.

We pulled up to a small barn and a trailer across the dirt path. I got out of the car and followed my dad down the road to the trailer.

Suddenly he pushed me to the ground.

"Get on the ground you bitch. Don't move or I'll beat you. Consider this a parting gift fit for a faggot."

He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock between the slit. I never notice what thick meat my father had. He stood in his dingy cowboy attire, and shook he dick a couple times while lookin down at me.

"Fuck you." He began pissing all over me and I huddle into a ball and began to tear up.

This was horribly traumatic. Why was I so weak? Why didn't I say anything more? Deep down I knew why, and my little boner poking at my underwear was a shameful reminder.

He covered me from head to toe, and spit on me as he shook off his dick. I hated that I wanted to suck it.

"Yer lucky I'm dumpin you here you'd be homeless and left for dead."

I tried looking around to gather more of my surroundings but it was still so dark and cold.

"HEY I GOT A REAL FAGGOT FOR YA! HE'S OUT HERE ON THE GROUND WHERE HE BELONGS!"He shouted into the darkness, and with lightning movement gave me another slap across my face. Immediately I cried out and began to weep.

"Ah fuck yer covered in piss I forgot....." he wiped his hand on his jeans and turned towards his truck.

I heard his tires roll away down the dirt road as my last tears fell down my sore cheeks.

As he drove away I could feel my body getting colder from being wet in the cold air. My dick was still hard as rock.

Just then the trailer porch light turned on in the front and I could see a few flys buzzing around me from the piss. A big shadow of a man open the front screen door and walked to bottom of the wooden steps where he sat his bulking frame. My eyes slowly adjusted to the lights as smoke drifted from the lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. My jaw dropped and my heart pounded as he stared at me.

His huge body had a shadowed outline of thick body hair from the bottom of his neck down his feet. He looked like Bigfoot; The only place he didn't seem to have hair was the top of his head. He wore a tight stained wife beater that showed off how big his chest was and his sizable beer gut hanging out below. He wore flimsy house sandals and white/yellow stained briefs, which seemed to let off its own steam in the cold air. His legs were hairy fat trunks and between them in the stain briefs layed a huge bulge of what I could only imagine was fat sweaty bear cock.

"Fuck, he really hates faggots." The man grumbled. I saw the end of the cigarette light up as he took a long pull before blowing it down in my direction. "I on the other hand don't mind 'em. I mean... who can hate a pretty little piggy like you."

A shot of electricity ran through my body. The way he talked with his deep southern redneck drawl made my cock jump and I locked eyes with him. His dark gaze turned into a smile.

"So... he caught you jerkin yer tiny dick to a big o'l bear, huh? You love the thought of being a whore for a real man, don'tcha." He ran his hands slowly across his chest and down over his belly and rubbing it slowly. "I can tell right away yer a good faggot, boy. You'll do everythin' I tell ya to won'tcha pig?" He leaned back slightly and his shirt lifted revealing the big hairy belly in the porch light. I could see the piss and cum stains on his underwear.

"Look at you pig, covered in piss. You cold?"

I nodded.

"Well you know, Daddy needs to be warmed up too, and you gotta start learning what it means to be a real faggot. Why don'tcha come over and kneel in front of me?"

I wiped my eyes finally and began to stand up.

"No no fag boy, on yer knees, crawl to Daddy." He pointed at me and drew a line in the air until he pointed right in front of him.

I froze and slowly got back down on all fours. His smell got stronger as I crawled closer, a combination of pit sweat, campfire, cigarettes and piss. The smell was so intoxicating. I took a deep breath in and got in front of him.

"Gooooooood pig." He leaned forward and got in my face. He wiped his dirty thumb across my eyes to help my with my tears and looked into my eyes as his thumb traces to me mouth. His parted my lips and slid his fat hairy thumb into my mouth. "Suck."

My lips quivered as I slowly closed closed them around his dirty finger and my body relaxed into his hand. It felt rough and smelt a little like oil and cigarettes. His other hand wrapped around my back and slid down to my ass as he pulled my jaw up closer to his face. He looked mean. "I don't know what yer redneck father told you boy, but yer gonna stay with me and be my bitch. Yer gonna let go, be my pig, and I'm gonna be yer new Daddy. That's what you call me." He twisted his thumb around my mouth and stroked my face with his rough palm, all while slowly pulling down my underwear with the other. He got them past my cheeks to me knees and then leaned back to watch me. His bushy beard lit up from another long pull of his cigarette, "Now tell me pig, who am I?"

I felt hypnotized. My eyes grew wide and for the first time I felt seen for what I was. I popped my mouth off his thumb and little drool fell down my chin. "You're..." I couldn't believe it. "You're my Daddy." My stinging cheeks blushed.

"That's right boy." In one fell swoop he shoved the middle finger of his left hand in my mouth and I gagged slightly. My tongue pressed against his finger as he swirled it around. As fast as he put it in he popped it out, reached down pressed it firmly into my hairy hole, where he held me on his hooked finger. He grabbed the back of my neck with his other hand and brought me into a deep kiss. Sparks flew in my eyes and electricity ran through my whole body, into my cock throbbing at full mast. His tongue slid into and swirled around my mouth. The taste of cigarette on his tongue filled my mouth. My nose and lips tickled on his bushy beard and mustache and I was overwhelmed by his manly stench, his natural man musk. I melted into him as I moaned into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and leaned into my ear. "Listen closely to yer new Daddy Boy. Yer gonna spend a long time under my roof as my faggot pig. I'm gonna to breed you and ruin yer hole. I'm gonna train yer pretty mouth to throat a man's dick with ease. You'll eat cum and drink piss every fuckin' day... Yer going to spend every minute here being my personal sex slave." He went back to facing me. "When you got caught by yer dad, you showed yer true nature. He told me all about what you are, Faggot. Told me how he knew for a while but was gonna let you leave for college before he cut you off. That little stunt you pulled droolin' over that man must'a really set him off... You... are a faggot, and there ain't no use hiding it."

His swirled his thick finger around in my hairy bum, and with his other hand he held my chin up to him. I was impressed he managed to keep his cigarette from falling out. He was still semi shrouded in the darkness; he looked ugly, and sexy.

"You know deep down all yer good for is suckin' cock and gettin' fucked. Tell me I'm right boy."

Tears welled up in my eyes again, but this time it's because I felt like I had been seen for what I was. Almost as if this man was reading my secret diary, and forcing me to live it. What he said sounded like a nightmare to any normal person, but it sounded like a dream to me. He was right, I am a faggot, and I wanted to do all these things for this man.

He looked into my eyes and raised his thick brows. "Tell me now, boy." His finger still held me in place and my cock throbbed as he rubbed the walls of my hole.

"Yes, Sir. It's all true." The words came out half choked. "I'm so scared, I've never... alI I know I just want to be a good faggot. Please... show me."

He slid his finger out of my hole and wiped it on the bottom of his tank. He wiped my tear and piss stained cheeks before pushing me back down to sit on my legs.

"I can tell pig, you ain't lyin'... Don't worry yer pretty little head you'll probably get used to living here quick from the looks of you and that little dicklet you got pokin' out. I'll take care of that soon enough. Right now there's something else that needs to be taken care of, help take your mind off things." He leaned back again, this time putting his hand half way down his dirty undies while dragging another hit.

"Sir..." I wasn't really thinking any more. There was only one thing on my mind in front of this furry beast man. "I can't help it.... please I

I... really want to see your cock."

A big smile ran across his face and smoke blew casually out from his mouth and nose. "Ohhhhh yeah pig? You need daddy dick right here and now huh? That's good, faggot boy, yer already thinkin' the way you aught to be. Go on, get down there. Startin' tonight I want'cha to forget everythin' you ever knew. Only thing on your mind is gonna be me and my big hairy dick." He massages his crotch in his underwear and took another drag. "Well we're out here on the porch, and yer already soaked, I might as well take a piss too."

He grabbed a fistful of my hair. "Down pig. I said dooowwwn faggot." He brought my head down inches away from his dirty briefs.

I was sweating and licking my lips. I was under his shadow, and all I could smell was cock musk and piss. In front of me lay a huge outline of a thick dick trapped in his briefs.

"Get yer face on my underwear pig, breathe it in."

He didn't have to tell me twice, I pushed my face right into his dirty bulge, in between his cock and balls. I took a deep breath and my body shuddered. It smelled so dirty, like it had been pissed in for at least a week. The man smell filling my nose took over me, I let out a soft moan and kissed the fabric. The weight of his bulge felt chubby and heavy against my face. He kept his hand in my hair and dragged my face across his cock shaft. So firm and thick. I got to his bulging head and kissed it through the dirty briefs.

His grip tightened and he tilted my head up. "Suck on the head boy. And use that slut tongue of yours."

I immediately put my mouth over the bulge of his head and sucked on the fabric, getting it wet and tasting his funk. He slowly pushed my mouth over the bump of his cock head, and leaned over to play with my hole again. This time he went in dry, and after some resistance he wiggled it in while I moaned. He held me there in position.

"Boy I hope your thirsty. As soon as my piss touches your lips you start sucking on that head."

I felt the fabric get really wet, and the semi white briefs were now turning golden yellow. I sucked hard and the stream began to deep through the fabric and flow into my mouth. The warm, salty, and semi acidic taste ran down my throat as I pulled over the head with my mouth. My lips held tight around as much of his cock head as possible and my eyes rolled into my head. His piss stream got stronger as is leaked around the sides of my mouth and dripped around my lips. It tasted faintly of old beer. He hooked my ass and made me moan again.

"Yer pretty fuckin green, but yer drinkin' it like a natural, pretty soon yer gonna make a fine urinal. Take daddy's piss and suck harder, I can feel my piss drippin." He pushed my head into his wet briefs.

I could hear myself making sucking noises as I pulled my new favorite liquid into my mouth. Soon my whole mouth was soaked from being push into his underwear. I was suddenly aware of how thirsty I was, and my hands wrapped around his hairy calfs to hold myself in place.

"Ohhh piggy's thirsty." He growled. His finger came out of my ass again and the stream stopped.

He held my face in place, stuck his hand down his briefs and with a one fluid motion pulled out his dick.

A Magnificent bear dick.

A long thick cock with bushy brown pubes stuck out all around his fat pad, the base of his cock, and almost an inch up his shaft. His balls were massive and covered in fur. They bounced heavily as he aired it all out inches away from me. The shaft itself was firm thick all around, bouncing with his balls, almost 7 inches flaccid. His cock head was a little bigger than his shaft and some foreskin sat somewhat bunched behind a glistening pink mushroom head. His whole cock seemed to shine from soaking in his briefs.

"Oh my god." I whispered as he held me in submission. I stared as his big hands manhandled his redneck python. My licked my lips hungrily.

"Open yer mouth faggot."

I did as ordered The stream then continued to flow and it went right into my open mouth. He was holding back before, but now is shot hard and pooled into my mouth. Again the warmth and taste... I felt so safe. It make a gurgling sound as continued to fill me, and I took a took a couple big swallows of his delicious yellow piss. With these mouthfuls I could now tell for sure he had to have been drinking beer all night. How else could piss taste this good? I moaned and gulped spilling as little as I could. After a few more seconds his hand grabbed his meat and directed it to cover my hair and face. His piss ran down my face. He was marking me as his. His streamed slowed and he let his cock fall, dribbling the last bit of piss onto the wooden steps while his cock softened. Suddenly he popped me on the cheek, and I gasped and clutched the side of my face.

"What do you say faggot? Yer new daddy just used you as his toilet."

He called me a toilet but I felt like an angel in heaven.

"Thank you Daddy. I had no idea piss tasted that good. I was delicious." It was the truth. Yet a small tear ran down my cheek. Probably from the abuse of the day. I looked up at him from my knees.

"Ohh yeah." He clicked his teeth. "I forgot son. You've already had a beatin'. Believe it or not faggots need to be roughed up to learn their place, but I don't think I need to rough you unless give me reason. Think of that as a warnin pig, don't make me beat my faggot. Listen to yer new daddy, and like I said, you're gonna love it here."

Again I looked up at him and met his gaze. I could almost make out the color of his eyes if it wasn't so dark out. He didn't say anything he just got real close and planted his tongue back into my mouth. Another moan escaped my throat and my hands reached up and planted on his thighs. My fingers disappeared into his hairy legs, and i gripped down as he started sucking my tongue into his mouth. He had full control over me.

He pulled away and almost growled. Again our eyes met. My mouth hung open as he stared me down.

"Thank you." I said, tearing up again.

"What was that boy? I don't think I heard you properly."

"Thank you Sir, Daddy. I don't know what else to say, i uhh..." I felt like a weight's been lifted. I felt like i was exactly where I need to be. The words didn't come out. "I don't know how to explain it." I cleared my throat and felt saliva and piss go down into my belly. I suddenly felt more confident than I had in years.

"Thank you Sir. I want to be a good fag, a pig who worships you, that's want I want. Please let me be yours Sir."

Slowly he sat me up and ruffled his hand through my piss covered hair. As he ruffled my hair some of his piss shook off me like a dog.

"Ha, 'be mine'? We'll see, but that's a good start pig." He reached under me and lifted my now stained shirt over my head. "Hold your piss rag." With that he handed it to me and reached behind him, revealing a black leather collar fastened with chain links and a lock. "Welcome home faggot. He put it around my neck and locked it in place.

He smiled at me and stuck the cigarette near my mouth. I took the gift immediately and puffed on the last bit. Nirvana. He pulled it away and put it out on the wooden porch. Standing up he pulled up his underwear and snapped his fingers. "Stand up and follow me fag boy, yer first night ain't over by a long shot."