Thread:Hipper/@comment-27517770-20170225234522

This is something that caused my parents to put me through almost 2 1/2 years of therapy but when I was twelve my cousin who was 16 brought a bb gun to my house to shoot into the woods. When the gun ran out of bullets he tossed the gun down and said it was my turn if I could find the bullets. BB's are impossible to find in the woods btw but while searching next to my shed I found a dead squirrel. I'm not sure if the squirrel died from the BB or of natural causes but I decided to pick it up anyways. I guess as the therapist said, I should have felt sad or scared but instead I widened the anus of the squirrel using a twig and my finger to the point of mutilation. By the time I was done the squirrel didn't have an anus but rather a large gaping very bloody hole in it's backside. I don't remember if I was horny or not as I had random erections at that age quite often but I proceeded to insert my erect penis into the mutilated rear cavity of the dead squirrel. It was during the summer so the dead squirrel had been baking in the sun and I remember the hot entrails feeling amazing on my penis. My cousin came out and saw me and well as you can guess ran screaming and called my parents. The rest was and has been a lifetime of shame. 