Jack and Bill 4
"He saw me naked," Jack said to his buddy Bill, "I feel weird about it.""What's the big deal," Bill said, "he's your uncle right?" "He's not really my uncle, I just call him that cause he's my dad's best friend. I've known him forever." "Whatever, I still don't see the problem. I mean, you go to the gym, the showers. Dude's see each other naked." "I know," Jack said. He felt his face getting hot. He hated that he blushed so easily, "I know, but..." "Did you, like, have a boner or something?" Bill smirked, "Where was this anyway?" "That's the thing. I mean. Forget it," Jack was sorry he'd brought it up now. "Wait, wait, where the fuck were you naked, bro?" Jack looked up at Bill, "In the barn. In the loft." "In the barn!" Bill hooted, "Naked? In the barn?" Jack opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Why was he telling his buddy this? I should just shut the fuck up, he told himself. "Dude, you weren't trying to fuck a sheep or something were you?" Bill laughed. "Fuck you, man!" "Calm down, Jack, I'm just kidding! Jeez. Wait, it wasn't a goat was it?" "You're sick, you know that?" Jack wanted to stop, but found himself going on,"I was... he caught me jerking off, okay? Every guy does it, I know, It's not a huge deal, but..." "In your case, it actually a very small deal. Tiny." "Ha ha, you're hilarious. It was just embarrassing. I mean, have you? Ever been caught, like, doing that?" "Yeah, one time my brother came in on me in the bathroom. It sucked, but we laugh about it now." "He saw you jerking it?" Jack asked. "Worse, I was just going over the edge when he busted in. He saw me coming." "Oh damn!" "Yeah, pretty bad. He says I was coming all over myself, says it was running down my face. He's so full of shit, but, I'm not gonna lie," Bill bragged, "I do shoot kinda far, so... coulda been." Jack was surprised Bill was going into such detail. He decided to tell more about what Uncle Pete saw him doing. "Wow. Well, to tell you the truth, Uncle Pete saw me doing more than just wanking too," he started, "You're gonna think I'm fucked up, but, like, I'm straight and everything, you know I am, but..." "Were you with another dude up there? Wow. I mean it's cool and all..." "No! No, I was alone. I told you, I'm straight. I just... I like, you know, to play with my ass sometimes." "Bro, what are you talking about? Can you just tell me please? I'm your best friend" Bill said, his voice a little quieter. "Okay," Jack said, quieter too, "I don't know why I am telling you this, just... Okay, so I started touching my asshole while I was jerking off. A chick did it once while she was sucking my dick and I remembered that I liked it. So I did it. Then I stuck my finger in a little and I liked that. It felt, like, it tickled, but in a really hot way. You ever done it?" "Um..." Bill hesitated. "Anyway, after that I stuck my finger all the way in and man, there is a spot in there! Like, it's the base of your cock or something and when you hit it? It's like jerking off on the inside. It's really good. So if a finger felt good... I started finding things to slide into my ass. A zucchini works really well and cucumbers too." "So your uncle caught you jerking off with a cucumber up your ass? That's hilarious!" "Can you just let me tell you?" Bill shut his lips and motioned silently for Jack to go on. "So, it felt so great reaching around and sliding a long cucumber up my ass, but I wanted to be able to, like, ride on it, you know? Like, move on it and have it going in and out. I tried to prop it on something, wedge it somehow so it wouldn't move, but it didn't work, wouldn't stay in place. Then one day I was sweating away in the barn, moving hay around with the pitch fork. It was super hot and I stuck the fork in a bale and started over to the pump to drink some water when it hit me: the fork was standing upright in the bale! I went back and grabbed the handle. Very sturdy, the tines held it solid in the heavy bale and the end of the handle was rounded and really smooth from years of work. I took it up to the loft where no one could see me and found that I could jab it horizontally into one bale, get on my hands and knees on another, and fuck myself silly on that long smooth handle. Like a wooden dildo!" "I..." Bill looked stricken, but also something else. Interested. Curious. "So that's how my uncle found me, sweating away in the hay loft, pitchfork handle up my ass and my hand on my cock, about ready to shoot." "Man!" said Bill, "That's crazy! Can you... um, show me?"