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The Man and the Boar

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A gay consensual erotic story featuring a man with a wild boar.

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

It was wrong but, if so, how could it have possibly have felt so right? Adam licked his lips anxiously, sitting beside the river with his fishing rod cast aside, the smell of fresh, wet grass tickling at his nostrils. His long hair got in the way, pushing out from under his fishing cap, but he Adam was hardly thinking about that with the thick-coated wild boar nearly on top of him, his short, piggy snout parted with panting greed.

No, the more curious matter between them was not that the boar had disturbed his fishing, rooting through his bags with his short, curved tusks, but that Adam had found himself with his hand around the boar’s cock. It was long and slender but curved at the end in a corkscrew, twisting a little, although Adam was not sure even then just how much of that was due to the humps and thrusts of the boar’s body.

The wild boar may or may not have known what he was doing but his cock being out had merely been a coincidence when a man’s curiosity had gotten the better of him. Sometimes men with a little more beer in their bellies than common sense in their brains did strange things. That was, at least, what Adam would tell himself later as the humped and ground and squealed, using him for a fair dose of his own piggy pleasure.

Grunting and humping, hooves scraping through the dirt of the river bank, the wild boar knew only pleasure, thrusting into what felt like, to him, a needy boar in want of breeding. That was what instinct drove him to, after all, all that he knew, all that he could knew, a virgin in all but still yet to learn. His tusks dipped and he couldn’t hold back as his cock thrust madly, working for the pleasure that a creature like him could take in the moment of lust and instinctual need.

Adam shuddered as the boar spent himself, a sticky load of cum flowing over his hand, though most of it was smeared off in the grass, the stench of the creature pressing up close to him near enough overpowering. Just what the hell was he doing jacking off a boar? He shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have succumbed to such a thing, but his curiosity was still there, pulsing through, the load thinning as the boar’s orgasm tapered off, however his hips still thrust and jostled as if for some kind of mounting position. That could have, however, have just been his mind attributing other actions to the creature that did not seem to have any interest at all in leaving him alone just yet.

But that was not all of it as the boar knew that he had to go again, had to carry on immediately, even if he wasn’t actually thrusting into the hole of another boar. He couldn’t tell the difference those, hooves scrabbling, grunting madly as he pushed up over Adam’s arm, humping against his legs as if that was all he needed, finding some pleasure there in the mounting action itself. He let out a strangled cry that could have meant anything at all, eyes wide with shock, though it was all that he needed, a fresh dose of something kinky that made his head swim, lungs aching to draw in breath that was desperately needed with the boar taking all it could from him.

It was hard to keep the beast back as he squealed and grunted, shuddering bodily as he thrust and humped, mad with feral instinct, though there wasn’t exactly anything else for the wild boar. Adam gasped and tried to struggle away, the world around him shivering and trembling as if he was seeing it through a blurry screen, hardly able to believe what was happening to him, the world taking on a grey tint almost as if he was about to faint. Would it have made any of it better or worse if he did faint?

The boar didn’t care about any of that, using the man for his own gratification with his dark, piggy eyes glistening with a practically feral glee. His cock corkscrewed and twisted, sliding slickly over Adam’s palm, though the close of fingers around his shaft was so much like a needy hole that he could not help but ram and thrust and grind in over and over again. He needed it and that was all there was to it, letting out a raw and ragged squeal that could have drawn attention, if there had even been anyone about, shooting his load up Adam’s arm.

It was quick and heady and there was nothing Adam could do but give the boar all he had, a thick dose of seed pouring out over his leg, spurting forth in such a way that could not be contained. He moaned out loud, not catching himself in time, but the boar was quick to shoot and wriggle away, cock bobbing still without even quite retracting into its sheath. Did creatures like him even really have to worry about such things as modesty? Adam’s brain blurred, not working as it should have. What a strange thing to think... And what an even stranger thing to do!

Done with him, the boar shook himself off with such vigour that his little, cloven hooves shuddered up from the ground, leaving Adam bemused and scratching the back of his neck, not quite understanding what had happened. The smear of boar-seed that marked his neck in the wake of his hand was set to remain there, something to be questioned by the shop assistant later when he was picking up fish to explain away just why he had not caught anything after being out all day. But he would remember the boar and the strangeness the beast had brought to his life, an odd spot of pleasure in a life that was otherwise quite average and bland.

Adam swallowed. Hard.

Maybe he needed a bit more wild boar in him and his life after all...

Fishing was overrated.