An Introduction

I have a friend, for the sake of anonymity let us call him 'Jeff,' because that's his real name. A quick aside here, have you ever fucked a sheep before? Well neither have I. But Jeff has. Ok, not a real sheep. It was an inflatable sheep. It really wasn't his fault. I blame myself and genetics. No, not because I guided it in for him. Well I suppose in a way, I did. NO! Not that way. I was one of the group of friends who bought it for him. This was back in high school. We all chipped in and got Jeff some things for his birthday. One of them was the notorious sheep. We picked it up from the Erotic Bakery in Seattle. I think we may have also gotten him a penis cake, but I'm not sure, and it's not relevent, we're talking about sheep fucking here people, stay focused. If you know Jeff, which we did, you would know that any gift like that, he will eventually try out, at least once. I would actually wager that if the gift had been given to me, he would have borrowed and penetrated my inflatable sheep. Which would be sick and disgusting because he knows he'd been getting my seconds...what?
I do not know all of the details of his encounter with the sheep. But I know the important ones, which is what's...important.

After enjoying a pleasant dinner with his family Jeff feels an emptiness in his heart. Sure, it was a great day, school was good, homework was done, but there was just something...missing. Sighing, Jeff shrugs it off and wanders upstairs to his room for some video games... About 5 minutes into an enthralling game of Final Fantasy, something cathes Jeff's eye in the corner. Ahh, it's the inflatable sheep his friends got him for his birthday. What a great group of guys. Especially Joe, good ol' Joe, so smart and witty. But it wasn't Joe who caught Jeff's eye on this cool Seattle evening. It was that sheep...that beautiful...sweet...sexy sheep. The sheep beckoned him "come to me Jeff, come to me..." Jeff felt a tingle between his legs, his pulse quickened, he obliged the sheep's command. Hand trembling Jeff reached out to touch the sheep...to stroke the sheep. It was so wrong, but it felt so...so, right. Tucking the sheep under his arm Jeff stood and walked to the end of his bed. His pants were growing tight...why not take them off? Sliding his pants around his ankles Jeff knew where this was heading. The touching and kissing were nice, but he needed more, and the sheep would give it to him, well, take it from him. Pants around his ankles, standing nude in all his glory, Jeff took the sheep in his hands and held it in front of him...admiring it's smooth black plastic, it's beautifully rounded backside. "Be gentle," said the sheep. Jeff's awkwardly thin pubescent body tensed, the time was nigh. And suddenly he was whole. Soaring in exstacy his grip tightened on the sheep as he thrusted his aloneness away. "I love you sheepy" he whispered breathlessly. Then a knock, and the door swung open. "Jeff I wanted to..." His mother trailed off mid-sentence. Jeff froze, mouth agape, standing ass naked, half inside a plastic sheep. The silence that ensued was brutal. What does one do when their mom walks in on them fucking an inflatable sheep? You have two options, remove the sheep and allow your mother to see the man her son has grown into. Or you leave the sheep where it is, maintaining the minuscule amount of dignity you have left, but at the same time removing any doubt your mother may have had in her mind about the attrocious act you were committing. Jeff chose the latter. His mother waited for a moment, shocked, appaled, probably thinking a condom would have been a good idea all those years ago. And then she was gone, door closed, Jeff still standing, still naked, still balls deep in an inflatable sheep. What the fuck does one do now? Well, I don't know what the appropriate action would have been. But I can tell you what Jeff did. He finished.