The Farm At Maple Hollow - 13. Chapter 13

I kept thinking to myself why my parents’ death hadn’t hit me as hard as I expected it to. While we were raised to be self-sufficient, independent units with no expectation of familial closeness, we had been drawing closer over the past year and deep down I knew that I loved them, appreciated what they had done for us and now missing them as if they had gone on vacation. It just wasn’t real yet.

We decided against having a wake, our extended family was small, really had no connection in town as we were transplants and the same went for the community college they were teaching at. The funeral was a cold grey day sort of affair. The weather was bland, dreary, and bleak. Some distant cousins showed up, colleagues from the college and some classmates. The entire Tompkins clan was there as well. Ethan had one side of me and Sam latched on to me and clasped my hand and wouldn’t let go. Some words were said about the vagaries of life and promising lives cut short. When the service concluded we were transported to the graveyard and they were forever laid to rest with solemn words of comfort. We would go back to the farm after the services and invited anyone who wanted to go to join us. Before we left the cemetery, I asked for a moment. I thanked everyone for coming in our obvious time of need. That we appreciated their kind words and thoughts and they would comfort us in the difficult days ahead of us. Along with my brother and sister we stood and shook hands with everyone who came.

The gathering at the farm was mercifully short. As the last of the guests and all but Ezekiel and Ernest’s families had left, they called us unto Earl’s study. Today’s meeting would be short but we would have to meet at the bank next week. Knowing both my brother and sister needed to get back to school we settled on Monday afternoon. Both wanted to assure us that we had nothing to fear about finances. Our parents had provided for us if something were to happen. The details of the will were simple; we were to split everything in thirds after all of our college expenses were accounted for.

It was decided that the stitches would come out the day before the funeral. I stopped taking the pills that kept me flaccid the day previous. Like anyone, I was nervous and excited. It had been seven and a half days and I was hoping everything would work. We had an afternoon appointment with the Good Doctor. Ethan and Sam would be my escorts. In addition to the stitches that had to come out down there, I needed the ones in my scalp, the incision where they had removed my spleen and the places along my midsection that required attention of that sort.

I had been lucky I was told. When the police arrived on the scene of the accident, after seeing the extent of my injuries, had me brought to Boston. There’s a hospital in Boston that specializes in the treatment of children and young adults. They have some of the best specialists’ in the world and the hospital is one of the top ten in the country if not the world. All the repair work and sewing me back up was done in mind with minimal visible scarring.

The Good Doctor needed to take pictures before and after the removal of the stitches. Once that was done, he started with my head and worked his way down. Along the way he inspected the various other wounds and nodded approvingly. Sam was delighted when the Good Doctor complemented his fine job.

As it was a school vacation week, Sam was up to the farm and always at my side save for trips to the bathroom when it didn’t need to involve him. Both he and Ethan tended to my bandages daily and made sure to get me up and keep me moving. My ribs, while sore, seemed to get better though it would be a while until I could horse around. The first day back, Sam insisted that he help me to the bathroom and steadied me while I peed. He wasn’t quite ready for the other end and as I needed assistance Ethan would take over. Each day I needed their help less and less but Sam would have none of it. My two ‘nurses’ would see to the changes and cleaning of the areas of road rash. Days later dirt and other stuff kept coming out. Both would help me wash. They would tape over my bandages, give me a shower cap, and give me a sponge bath while sitting in the chair I had made for Ethan so many months ago.

They made me eat and did their best to keep my spirits up. Sam, I came to realize wasn’t a needy child wanting to be at the center of attention but a curious, fully involved young man. His interests were everything around him and once fully committed to a thought or idea there was no stopping him. If you were his friend he’d stick by your side through thick and thin. Sam was simple and to him the world was simple. He was fully topped off with the innocence of youth and he made us all better for it.

It was time for the Good Doctor to turn his attention down south. He asked Ethan and Sam to give me some privacy and I had a full-scale mutiny and revolt on my hands. Sam took charge and told the Good Doctor he was staying.

I had tried to change those bandages in the privacy of my bedroom but my ‘nurses’ wouldn’t allow it. Ethan did most of the work while Sam watched and commented. He would hand Ethan what he needed and toss what he took off. By Thursday morning most of the swelling had gone down in my left testicle. Sam took it upon himself to monitor that situation while Ethan tended my stitches. I explained to the Good Doctor the assistance my ‘nurses’ had given me and they were allowed to stay.

I was uncomfortable with the pictures but figured no one I knew would see them and I wasn’t identifiable. As the before set was about to be taken, the Good Doctor offered me a numbing agent and I declined. I hadn’t felt anything down there for over a week; I needed to know when and how it was going to work again. I noticed when the stitches were coming out; there was a slight burning and tugging sensation. Before he released me from the Popsicle stick, he took the last set of pictures. The Good Doctor wanted me to know that the plastic surgeon that did my stitches was a pro. It was as good a job as he had seen. He felt the scaring in my scalp would not be noticeable once my hair grew back and the scaring on my penis would be but a faint but noticeable line. He then took the after set of photos.

Once my functionality returned, it was important to give a semen sample and I would have to have one last set of photos taken fully erect so the final results could be judged. I was hesitant until the Good Doctor assured me it was to help others who had similar problems down the road. He also told me that as sensation returned and I was ready, to use some baby oil as the skin would be dry and the oil would help. I was warned not to expect much at first, there had been some trauma to the left testicle and I shouldn’t expect results for a couple of weeks. There was some damage to the head of my penis and those areas had healed well. While it would no longer be perfectly shaped it would still be functional, the scaring would be very minor. He handed me a lidded cup and told me to use it when I had a sample for him. He released me from the popsicle stick and Old Spot sort of laid there. Once again Sam didn’t follow the end of the discussion and his natural curiosity got the best of him. Ethan was able to stop the munchkin in time. We were both going to have the “talk” with him and the sooner the better.

The ride home was a relief in many ways but tempered with the events of tomorrow when I would be burying my parents.

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After Ezekiel, Ernest and my brother and sister left, the farm seemed very quiet. It was as if everyone was on pins and needles. It was if you could feel the tension in the air. Ethan was sitting with me on the couch in the main living room and Sam of course was at our feet. Earl and Marge would keep looking over at me and as I would notice, they would turn away. I was conflicted, the reality of my parents’ death still hadn’t hit me, and yet here I was at the farm, feeling warm, safe, and comfortable. I needed to cry and I needed to smile, I needed to be hugged and I needed to be loved. I knew I had most of what I needed but I needed to feel alive again. Not just ‘down’ there but in my soul. I could finally understand some of what Ethan must have felt as he finally came home. I was sore, lame and every movement seemed to hurt, I just wanted to be whole again.

I was discussing with Ethan the possibility of heading over to the cabin tomorrow night. It would be the last night of school vacation. Sam hearing this conversation and feeling the sour mood in the room jumped up and proclaimed his agreement; after all we could all go out in the morning and write our names on the ground with our pee boners, drawing out the word boners. Earl and Marge just looked at him as he realized what he had just said. I looked at Ethan who was convulsing and then to Sam and started laughing, as he turned the deepest shade of red.

Once again, the simplicity of youth triumphed. It was obvious Sam was feeling deeply the events of the past week. He was worried for me and while he couldn’t say it, Old Spot. If you aren’t a guy it is difficult to fathom the attachment a man has for his penis. It is the center of his world, wars have been fought, careers ruined, empires fallen all because of the ‘little man’ down south. Sam had seen the damage to Old Spot and was just able to understand and comprehend how devastating it could be. In his concern for me when he heard of the plans to go to the cabin, he associated our marking our ground in the mornings, with a return to normalcy. It was a simple solution to a dilemma he had no other answers for.

It hurt to laugh and I couldn’t help it, Sam was confused and embarrassed. He looked hurt and I pulled him to me and despite the pain hugged him dearly. I whispered into his ear that he had made a funny joke and I loved it.

It broke the ice and we slowly felt as if we could return to normal, our conversations weren’t forced and out interactions genuine. We stayed up for a bit longer and discussed my return to school on Tuesday as I had to meet with Ernest and Ezekiel, along with my brother and sister Monday morning. It would be the last bit of unpleasant business or so I thought. We made our goodnights and headed towards the apartment with Sam in tow. We all brushed our teeth, peed for the night, and made sure our hands were washed. Grabbing the munchkin, we wrestled him to his bed and gave him a good sound through tickling before we kissed him goodnight.

When we got to our bed Ethan helped me undress and tended to those remaining bandages that needed changing. He rubbed my back for a few moments before laying me down on the bed. He rubbed my chest lightly and proceeded to tenderly kiss me. Taking out the baby oil he moistened Old Spot. We knew there would be no sex tonight and that was fine. I just needed to be in his arms.

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All day Saturday Sam was chomping at the bit, he was eager and raring to go. It was difficult to keep him focused on his chores. He needed to realize work came first and play later. To him it seemed as if we were torturing him. At lunch he was impatient and I told him he needed to locate the items we needed to bring and start packing. Well, that got his motor going. He dragged Eddy and Bobby out to the barn, he had located the rug he wanted for the floor and they needed to clean it before bringing it over. He had also located the old couch and some stove pipe. I could see the rug making it over but the couch I thought would have to wait till winter. Sam however had a plan. I stepped back and let the boys go for it. Ethan stepped out to help as I made the sandwiches, packed the snacks and drinks, and located the breakfast stuff.

I was feeling good about tonight; it would be like other nights we had stayed out at the cabin, a return to less painful days. I needed to take a leak and while in the bathroom noticed that I was showing some stubble. I would have Ethan help me with that before we left later this afternoon.

The boys managed to get what they wanted out to the cabin as well as laying in a load of split firewood for the woodstove. How the couch made it out I’ll never know but glad it made it out there. Having an hour to kill I snuck off with Ethan as I suggested to Sam the cabin needed to be completely cleaned before we went out for the night. This gave us the time we needed to take care of my stubble. Ethan lathered me up and tenderly took the safety razor to me. I told him if he sneezed to drop the razor.

I could feel familiar sensations as he gently shaved my balls, rinsing them in warm soapy water and then playing with the skin to ensure all was smooth. The rest of me was shaved as well, the base of my penis and my pubic mound, my happy trail and the triangular patch that resided below my belly button. He had me bend over and while pubes were sparse around my anus, he shaved there as well. When he was done, I stood in the shower as he washed me. I was as smooth as a baby and toweled me off as if I were one, as Ethan dried me off. He brought me back to the bed and sat me down while he administered baby oil to Old Spot. By the time he was done, I managed to become somewhat erect. We couldn’t get me fully hard but I took comfort that I would be soon. I offered to assist him as a reward for his efforts but told me he was waiting for me to fully be able to join in. I kissed him passionately and told him again how much I loved him. Ethan got a very serious look on his face and paused for a moment.

“I thought I was going to lose you” he told me, continuing, tears streaming down his face “When the call came to the house Mom was the one to answer the phone. She told me you had been hurt badly in a car accident and I needed to get Dad from the barn. I never moved so fast in my life. By the time we had gotten back to the house Mom had more of what happened. Her cousin was one of the police officers to show up and knew you had been living up here, otherwise we wouldn’t have found out till much later. At first, we were told you were on your way to Worcester Memorial. As we were getting ready a second call came in and we were told you were going to Boston Children’s.

Mom relayed the information to Dad and then me and to let us know your parents were killed in the accident. You were going to Boston because of the severity of your injuries. It meant that you were badly hurt, really hurt. I started to lose it when Dad came over and told me we’d go. Just then Sam came walking into the kitchen and heard what was going on. He freaked out and jumped into my arms. He was inconsolable, helping him snapped me out of the feelings I was experiencing.

Squirt, I was never as scared as I was on the ride to Boston and walking into that hospital. I paced the floor all night until they came out and told us you were going to make it. I asked for details and they were reluctant till Mom’s cousin stepped forward and explained the situation between you and our family. You can only imagine how horrified we were when we learned the extent of what happened that your spleen had to be removed, the cuts and abrasions and the laceration to your scalp and…penis. I thought the worst then, you wouldn’t want me if you couldn’t handle what had happened. I thought I could see you walking away and disappearing” as he finished Ethan was sobbing “I couldn’t bear to lose you; I couldn’t bear the thought you wouldn’t want me because of what happened to you. I love you and always will.”

By this time, we are both sobbing and holding on to each other tightly. I wince as my ribs are still tender. I hear Sam come back into the house and I know I need to get dressed and life will go on.

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I couldn’t believe how good the cabin looked with the rug and couch. Earl had figured where the woodstove should go and spent the afternoon with Sam and the boys hooking it up in its new location. After they finished with that, they hooked up the cook stove once more. I had planned on sandwiches for supper. Ethan and the boys had brought out some old cast iron pans and a cooler full of pork chops and sides.

Marge came out and together we made supper for the guys, it was the least I could do. Sam was underfoot wanting to know why things were done the way Marge cooked. Her experience as a mother certainly paid off as her patience with Sam was extraordinary. Sam wasn’t content to watch as things were explained; he had to be hands on and when the unexpected happened, he wouldn’t panic but watch how Marge handled herself. The meal was as good as I remember and the pie and ice cream for dessert was killer. We all sat around and talked for a bit. Sam wanted to go out before dark and explore the island for a bit and managed to drag Bobby and Eddy with them leaving Ethan and me with his parents.

I was helping to finish the cleaning when I gathered Earl and Marge in a hug and told them how much I appreciated what they had done for my family and me. None of the events surrounding my parents’ death would have taken place if it weren’t for them. That they organized the difficult issues in planning their funeral and asked their two eldest sons to look after our financial and legal affairs. I told them I couldn’t believe the love and caring shown to my brother and sister when they came up for lunch the other day. Marge cupped my cheeks in her hands as Earl placed an arm on my back and simply told me that’s what families do; they care for each other. We heard the boys making their way back, dried our eyes and finished our chores hoping our little inspector general would approve. I asked Sam to go down to the pond with a pail and bring it back full of water. It gave me a moment to ask Eddy and Bobby to bring Earl and Marge back, I also wanted him to grab my baby oil which I had forgotten I whispered. There were faint signs that Old Spot was stirring and if he was going to bark or get sick and throw up, I needed to be prepared. I was worried about that first erection and would it hurt and would the healing hold and knew there was only one way to find out.

When he returned, I asked him to help prime the hand pump in the kitchen, the frost was long gone out of the ground and it was safe to get it working. While we did that, Bobby and Eddy brought Marge and Earl back. It took a few buckets to prime the pump and after a short while we had water. Sam was delighted; he was definitely a hands-on character and loved seeing the results of his efforts. When the boys came back, he announced he was making breakfast in the morning, it may have only been milk, cereal, and rolls but he was in charge.

We played board games for a bit, had a small outdoor fire, and called it an early night after Sam once again had managed to fall asleep on our laps. Eddy and Bobby said they were going to stay up for a bit and go down by the fire. The night was warm and they wanted to ‘talk’. I made sure to include Bobby when I told Eddy how much I appreciated them standing by my side during the difficult past few days; they were embarrassed that I had brought it up as they weren’t looking for attention.

We went to the bedroom with the spare oil lantern and Ethan tended to the few remaining wounds. He took his time in oiling Old Spot and I asked if I could oil him, after all he hadn’t had a release for as long as me. I knew it had to be killing him but he refused. He wanted us to be able to enjoy each other at the same time. I kissed him goodnight and we fell asleep spooning with me safe in his arms.

I had weird dreams that night of erections and all the stuff assorted with them. The one that stuck with me was that my penis was like an Italian sausage that had been somehow been split and then sewn up. The bizarre part was that as I was jerking off in my dream, it was cooking and as I was nearing my release the stitches popped, my sausage exploded. And it ended up looking like a sausage would look like, had it been split and cooked on the grill all covered in gooey cheese.

I had a few more bizarre dreams about hardons and lumpy testicles and at some point, drifted off into a deep sleep. It was just before dawn I realized as I was turning over onto my side that our familiar lump had snuggled in between us. I paid it no mind as I lay my arm across his chest and felt Ethan’s arm next to mine. We slept like that for a couple of hours longer when I felt Ethan lightly rubbing my arm. I opened my eyes to see him gazing at me with a contented smile on his face. He whispered good morning and I returned the greeting. Sam heard us and woke up. Brushing the sleep from his eyes he looked down and pointed to the lump in the blanket and announced he had a pee boner. Jumping up from the bed he grabbed the blankets and as he did, he pointed to Ethan and stopped in mid-sentence as he pointed to me. With the most innocent smile he could muster he announced to the morning that Uncle Squirt has a definite pee boner and once again he dragged the word boner out…I looked down and Old Spot was looking for attention.

We get erections as young men all the time, daydreaming, sleeping, and working, at school and whenever the little fella decides he needs to stretch. It is such a daily occurrence that sometimes you’ll have one and pay it no mind other than it feels good. Such is the case when I am sleeping. It seems that I have one throughout the night, I will wake up holding myself or cupping my balls, I will fall asleep after masturbating holding him. It is ordinary to have one prior to waking up. It announces that it needs to pee and holds it back till you get to the bathroom. If it doesn’t subside it can make aiming difficult but generally it does as you release the stream. It is so normal that many mornings it is only thought about if you do not have a piss hardon.

As I looked down Sam and Ethan gazed upon my boner. Sam’s first reaction was he wanted to see the scar and the little dots where the stitching was. Without hesitation and before I could untangle my arms to stop him, he petted Old Spot and felt along the scar. My reaction was instantaneous as he brought his fingers up and down the length of the scar and felt with his other hand my left testicle.

I was unable to control myself. Panicked as I knew what was about to happen, I clutched Ethan’s arm and as I looked at him the first blast ended up somewhere near mid ribcage. I felt as if I did in the dream last night and my penis was bursting at the seams as the second volley landed just below the first. Tightly grabbing Old Spot as the first two shots throbbed out causing Sam’s hand to jerk it in surprise at what he had seen. This caused the third and fourth eruptions to land on Ethan’s arm and the last two as Sam’s surprise continued, went nearly straight up only to land near my belly button. I felt my testicles relax, as the last of a week’s stored up product at Sam’s direction, dribbled out of my rapidly deflating penis.

Letting go of Old Spot Sam leaned back on his haunches, his pee boner sticking straight up, placed his hands on his hips and asked what just happened. I was in the span of fifteen seconds mortified, hugely embarrassed, delighted, relieved I did not split open or otherwise blow up or apart.

I was at a loss as to what to say, Ethan was speechless but grinning. Sam had just seen something he never should have seen. I didn’t want to be the one who would be his first sort of speaking. I did not want to be the one to give him the talk or explain how his body and life would be changing from the sweet innocent kid. He had been around the farm long enough to know the rudimentary basics but I felt it wasn’t may place to fill in the blanks and there’s the rub so to speak. Looking at me and then to Ethan he asked Ethan if he could do that as well. Before either of us could answer his first questions his curiosity got the best of him and as Ethan nodded that he also was like me Sam grabbed hold of Ethan’s penis. Now with Sam, it was a practical lesson, he was going to apply the lesson learned prior with me to Ethan. I think Ethan lasted four or five strokes before he also spewed all over his belly. Sam watched in fascination as each shot came firing out, giving each one a little ‘whoa’ in appreciation for what he had just seen.

Sam was all about the learning, he needed to know what had just happened, why it happened, what was it that came out, what did it do, how did it feel, how many times could we do it, what was it called, could he do it and did we do it often? We tried over the next ten minutes to explain what he had just seen and done. Sam had no filter and we knew better than to bullshit him. We were straight up with him and factually explained everything we could. We also explained that some things are private affairs, no one else’s business. There was a reason, bedroom doors were closed, that you shared this with someone you cared for. That it was healthy, normal and nothing wrong with giving pleasure to someone you loved. When you did this with someone you respected them and did not discuss personal business with others.

Sam asked us to show him how we did it, to touch him like he touched us. He flopped down between us and sensing our reluctance grabbed my hand and placed it on him. He spread his legs and had Ethan cup his balls. He purred like a cat as he got into us feeling him up and stroking him. His skin was smooth and he reacted to the slightest touch. I would run a finger softly along his penis and it would twitch from the sensation. I showed him how I held myself when I masturbated and had him do the same; I had Ethan show him as well. We let him rub himself and as he neared his peak, we explained what was happening and what was going to happen, the feelings he would experience and to let them take over. We watched as he brought himself to his pinnacle of pleasure and his body reacting. He hesitated near the end as he was captured by sensory overload and I helped bring him over the edge with a few additional strokes as Ethan massaged his groin. His face scrunched up as he spread his legs further apart while his head trashed from side to side while emitting tiny little moans. When the end came, he lifted his hips into the down stroke and his penis began convulsing and twitching, his dry heaving climax. He was spent when it was over his chest was sucking in as much air as it could hold and forcibly expelling it. His body went from rigid to limp as he took the wonder of it all in.

I don’t feel that we crossed a line, we found ourselves in an innocent situation and there had been inadvertent consequences. Rather than lie or deceive, we told the truth. He was going to be in the throes of puberty and he would be learning from others, in his first experiences with no guarantee he would be learning what he should be. He’d get the ‘talk’ from his parents and us, but as time progressed, he’d need the hand of another and would seek it out. We were careful not to project our lifestyle and if Sam was still curious, we would deal with it, if he chose another direction, we’d be fine with it. We simply wanted his first experience to be a pleasurable and guilt free as possible, to simply awaken him to the wonders of his body. We also had to remember that Sam was an independent soul who, given the tools, would be able to take care of himself and make his own decisions, he had been given the beginnings of the foundation needed.

I asked Sam to get a damp washcloth and bring it back to us. As we were cleaning ourselves up from the mess we had made earlier. Sam, the little munchkin, must have read my mind earlier or had sensed my earlier fears. He looked down and pointed to Old Spot and said a couple of my stitches must have failed, that I had burst open. I looked down quickly and as I did, I heard him go …Ha…Ha…made you look. That led to a major tickle fight and when Sam was pleading, he had to pee, we woke the other two sleeping beauties and we all went out and wrote our names in the dirt.

We spent the remainder of the morning exploring around the island as usual. Looking for anything and everything we ambled our way around. This morning we were on the far side and noticed that there was a tree big enough to put a rope swing on and when the water was warmer, we’d explore more to see if the water was deep enough. We ate lunch at the cabin and Sam took charge of the cleanup. Everything had to be ‘just so’. Sam directed Eddy and Bobby in loading the rowboat as we finished making the beds and packing.

After we had gotten back to the farm there were some afternoon chores to be done and we headed our separate ways for an hour or so. I had spotted Earl down by the milking parlor and went off to meet him. I wanted to thank him for the relocating the woodstove so we could have both of the stoves going if we wanted. While we were chatting and about to head our separate ways, I could see he was still concerned for me and he told me so. He knew what the past two and a half years had been like and was hoping I was coping with everything around the car accident. I explained that I was and it was because of them that I was able to hold it together. He thanked me and as we parted I mentioned that Old Spot had gotten sick this morning. He left me with a huge grin on his face.

Ethan and I had retired for the evening once Sam had gone home and supper was over. We had stayed up a bit longer but as it was a school night, I needed to turn in early. While I wouldn’t be going to class I needed to get back on schedule. I would have to add a trip to the Good Doctor’s to give him the sample he needed after we visited with Ernest and Ezekiel. I had grabbed Ethan into a hug and was thanking him again for being with me. Another reason for retiring early was that I wanted to make up for this morning. I hadn’t intended for Sam to be involved but wanted to share my first post op experience solely with Ethan. I was glad to see everything worked as it should with no loss of sensations, but I was surprised how quick my ejaculation was. I figured it was the time between my last one that fired up the pressure cooker, and despite its quickness the intensity was there…it felt great. Another reason I wasn’t concerned was Ethan had lasted but a stroke or two longer than me. I chalked it up to enforced abstinence. I wanted to be sure we were on the same page regarding Sam. We weren’t looking to add another into our relationship but he was making it difficult. If we were to continue to let him craw into our bed on the nights, we were at the cabin we were going to need rules. As much as I love the little munchkin, I did not want him to share our intimate moments. If he wanted to fool around in the mornings, I could handle that and would not initiate any such activity. It would have to be his decision and only if we were both fine with it. To my surprise Ethan agreed with me and we avoided what could have been an unpleasant situation. I suppose I was more or less ok with it, as we never hid our bodies and functions from one another. The time that Sam spent in the assisting in the changing of my bandages and cleaning my wounds I was an open book to him as Ethan was to him from the times he assisted with his therapy. I also knew Sam wasn’t trying to act out a fantasy or desire as everything he did was out of an innate curiosity.

That discussion over I whispered into Ethan’s ear that I wanted him to inspect me for any signs of ‘damage’. I wanted him to take me from soft to hard and back again. He looked at me and said it wouldn’t be possible, I was already hard.

I was puzzled, this morning I was hard without realizing it and now this afternoon the same thing. I was gonna need to put Old Spot on a regular exercise program. I dropped my pants and unbuckled Ethan’s and told him I would return the favor if he inspected me up close. He sat me on the bed and spread my legs. I could feel everything just fine. He took his time ‘inspecting’ me before he got down to business. Unlike this morning I managed to last longer, enjoyably so. From what I could gather the laceration only left a minor disfiguring scar and had no impact on my erection, it looked and felt the same. In returning the favor I managed to bring Ethan off in record time. It had been a long day and we were tired and once again, I fell asleep in his arms.