Chapter 18: Fucking the Boss’s Wife

[I had to wonder if furnace work would ever be the same again]

Waking the next morning in my own bed at home I jumped up realizing I wasn’t dreaming all that took place the day before. I was naked livestock starting a new day, a new job, not just a furnace man. I stood up and felt rather strange, reminisces of the old dairy days.

I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror and truly I was the image of myself at 18 years old although appearing a bit older. I was bald with the ID tattoo on my head. I had that hot burn brand reddish emblazoned on my left butt cheek. I had a huge penis that quivered on the verge of arousing stiff. I was generally bigger, taller. I wanted really badly to fuck somebody.

I went back in the bedroom and sat on the bed next to my wife as she still slept. I wasn’t sure I was happy with this new situation because I didn’t know how I was going to handle me and the old work load, friends, daily routines. There was so much to do. And then on top of all that I needed to get together with my sister nymphs for advice, guidance, soon.

My wife woke up and stretched, yawned, look at me and put her hand on my leg. Instantly that stimulation caused my penis to go erect hugely like a spring loaded - let go. She laughed and I didn’t. I was worried. “OH NO.”

“Oh look at you horny boy!!, she teased. “I suppose you want to fuck right now.” “No, it’s okay. I know you don’t like it in the morning.” “Well you go down and start the coffee and I’ll get up to make you breakfast.” I gave her a kiss and took my erection out of the room pointing the way down the stairs.

Once stiff my penis didn’t subside. It was like it was on duty for the day. I bobbed my way to the kitchen occasionally slowly to near stop in order to quell the widening oscillations. This, going forward, was going to take some practice to keep under control; or I could just grab it and hang on I supposed.

I found if I grabbed it I wanted to play with it, stimulating, felt so good. If I did that I risked masturbating it. Now promoted to goddess level tooling I was chancing having a sudden ejaculation and that’s exactly what I did in the kitchen. Such a mess.

The dog and the cats were instantly interested with licking. My wife arrived and she was not happy with me. “You better be careful from now on! We can’t have to deal with this all the time.” She didn’t yet understand what a great cleaning agent my gizem was. She had a lot more to learn about it.

I had so much to tell her about my new/old role as livestock AKA The Furnace Man. And I also needed her advice about dealing with my new status relating to my current world of duties and partnerships. “Yes, you’re going to have to resume where you left off, your job and your business partner. They’ll understand if you explain it to them.” She was on my side but I couldn’t imagine showing up naked with a giant erection at the heating oil company office just like I’d done with clothes on almost every day for years.

[Even with all the positive reinforcement received the day before how would I, shy, enter the world with my new physical presence, pointedly]

First of all there were significant dangers possible, probable. In fact without a doubt gaining control over the ejaculations I once had as the dairy livestock were going to require practice and time. In fact, in order to become once again proficient I was going to have to fuck an awful lot of willing partners. Obvious I needed to get to work on that immediately.

I told my wife explaining how dairy work required me to fuck constantly. “I got all the practice I needed and then some. I learned fast and I had first five and then six females to do. They demanded I fuck them all day and most of the night if you can imagine.”

“Well, you’re going to have to ask your other buddies for help out in that regard. I can’t possibly. You know I don’t like sex THAT much. Surely the sisters can also step forward. In that regard I can’t imagine the outcome but I love you and it will work out. Just be careful where you point that thing.”

[In training at the dairy I’d been demonstrated immeasurable amounts, time and again for various reasons like here in front of the local agricultural extension agent - At this point in training I had yet to create the true explosive orgasms yet to come.]

My wife hardly knew just how messy I could become with huge output and sometimes enough volume and pressure to knock over buildings. I vowed to show her perhaps ejaculating from the front porch downhill on the property.

And so we talked about my going to the office, the coffee shop I regularly attended mornings with the other members of the crew, most importantly my partner in business. “How am I going to tell him about this, show him what I look like now?”

I went out to get in my van with a goodbye kiss from my wife and got a good tug on my erection from her. “You want to be careful about doing that,” I said. “You know, until I get better control of it.” “I’ll be damned if I’m going to avoid touching my husband,” she responded, “But I won’t be sticking my hand up through your anus. You can count on that,” and she pinched me a good one.

As I came down the back stairs I saw my neighbor the bulldozing contractor getting into his rig and he look at me from the other side of his property. He waved and just continued getting into his truck. That was odd. There was no recognition of my condition but he was a distance away. So I got in the van and started on my way down the long drive with a garbage can in the back to set out for the garbage truck coming that day.

As I put the can out on the side of the road my heart sank because our odd neighbor from the last house on the dead end came right along in her car as she left for work. I froze trying to act nonchalant, scooted behind the garbage can and she squinted as she got close. Then she smiled and gave me a good look but there wasn’t the response I would expect by someone seeing her neighbor standing naked with a big erection pointing back at her. I mean there was the dairy brand emblazoned on my butt and I was totally bald on top of that. She just went on with a wave and things were normal, I guess.

That was two instances of encounter already in the morning.

I remembered from my dairy days how people regarded naked me as quite ordinary right from the get go. That perplexed me. It took a while but I finally realized I was somehow regarded simply as livestock and treated thus even though I wore glassed and could talk. Very strange. And it wasn’t just farmers who saw me that way. It was literally everyone I encountered. They seemed to regard me as a pet of some sort and would stroke me and feel me where they wanted without any regard to personal privacy.

At the dairy I tested the theory many times but the facts held true even though many women also saw me as some kind of sex symbol. I wasn’t cute, wore glasses, looked like a naked nerd. So I wondered how all would, could pass forward now, how I was to be regarded. Apparently I was going to have to test a theory more to find out during the day.

I needed gas in the van so I went on my way to stop at my favorite gas station.

[The third test would help prove to me I could venture into the world]

Yet another test, I got out of the van and put my credit card in the reader, filled the tank. There was nobody else on the island and as of yet, no notice of me. There was a lot of traffic on the highway but, no, no notice until a lady came around the other pump on her way to her car by the curb. She stopped.

She smiled as though she was studying me and I stopped-stood very still watching her eyes. “You are very SMOOTH,” she said. I waited a moment then said, “Oh.” “What do you do, may I ask,” she said. “A-a-a-ah, I’m livestock.” “Oh, I see. And do you have a special purpose? Please, I apologize for being so nosy but you have a certain lustre. It’s unusual. Are you a special breed?” “I’m the creation of goddess deities and I’m special purpose breeding livestock.” “Okay, that makes sense I guess. Do you have a business card?” “Uh, no. I don’t have any pockets and I don’t have a lot of ID other than my cattle brand and the tattoo on my head.” “Well, could I write some sort of contact for you if I get a pen?” “Of course.”

This was not usual but at the same time her act seemed so ordinary. She returned from her car with a Sharpie pen and said, “Here, I’ll leave my number for you, ah...” She looked me over with a smile on her face and I thought she was going write it on my erection so I turned around and bent over to avoid having her do that. She wrote her phone number on my butt. Then she laughed. “Oh, you probably can’t see that I suppose. Here, I’ll put it on the front of you instead and she turned me around, put it on my penis, large numbers the full length. “There you go.” “That felt kind of good.” “Did it?” “Yes.” And it got stiffer as she kept holding it.

A lady had pulled up behind my van next to the pumps as the lady writing her phone number on my butt turned me around, was writing it on my penis. I didn’t move hoping not to mess up her penmanship. The person who just pulled up was very curious it seems watching this. She stood holding up the nozzle in her hand for some time before she started to fill her car.

“There, that will do,” she said having finished writing and she squeezed the head of my penis firmly as the other lady with her mouth half open studied the moment. “Give me a call and you know, we’ll talk.” She fondled my bottom as she went around to her car and got in. She winked at the person pumping gas who was also smiling at me having finished her fill and she held the nozzle firmly in her grip as she stared at my well written penis.

I don’t know why I said it but standing there pointing at her with my boner I said, “Nice nozzle!” and I got back in my van to drive off.

That was a test, for sure. It came off a little weird but there was no angst or shock or even any kind of alarm in the presence of a guy naked with the big stiff penis. One person merely wanted a phone call and I don’t know what the other person thought but I should have made conversation with her to further my research. It was then and there I discovered I needed to have some business cards printed.

At least, however, I had three instances of exposure and thus far, okay. I was on my way to the coffee shop for a real test with my partner and some of the gang, regular morning coffee crowd at a big coffee shop near the University.

I pulled in to park at the oil company tank yard storage because the coffee shop parking was always full. I had to walk across the street and down just a bit to turn into the parking area and the back door to the shop. My appearance didn’t cause any passing cars to hit the brakes or make a commotion so I arrived in the parking lot safe and sound.

I reminded me of my wife and I looking for parking near downtown one summer evening when we came upon a guy, well tanned, walking in a neighborhood with nothing on but leather chaps like cowboys wear. His bare butt shown out the back as he strolled along and my wife screamed. I laughed and slowed to make the situation even more of a tease to her. Shit, now I was the guy except I had nothing on at all.

The place was full, as usual, and I bolstered myself with my first serious encounter. This would be no different I told myself and probably pretty fun too if I looked at it as my first real challenge. I was livestock. I was going to make it plainly known just who I was and what my purpose was.

I opened the door and walked in with expectation, shy. As soon as I appeared people, conversations, turned to look and the first to notice began putting a hand out toward me, high fives. What a surprise! Pretty soon people were calling out “Hey” and “Hi Tom”, and I thought what the hell?

I kept walking toward the usual booth with our group, Frank, my partner, Frank’s wife Carol, Louie, the rank joke teller, and there was one of the guys from the nearby large milk bottling plant.

On my way I felt a hand or two reaching out giving me a pat on the butt. And I arrived at our booth which was in a kind of congratulatory mood, a total surprise. “How’s it hanging?” said Frank. I looked down and it was hanging, surely with the anxiety I just experienced, no erection, just the phone number.

Frank’s wife Carol scooted over and motioned for me to sit next to her so I did pretty much without thinking about it. “What’s that written on your penis,” she asked. I laughed. “A lady at the gas station asked if she could leave me her number.” “You have it on your butt too.” “Yeah.” She gave me a weird look but then also a smile. “You gonna call her?” “No-o-o-o.” “Was she cute?” “I don’t know. She wanted my business card and I told her I don’t have pockets.” They all laughed and Carol had a real glint in her eye.

“What are you having?” asked Frank. “I’ll get it. I’m getting something else anyway.” “Just coffee for me,” I said, “Black.” I looked at my partner and he was smiling as though he wanted to tease me about something, I couldn’t imagine what, ... right?

I asked them the obvious question. “Okay, what’s up? This is not what I expected.” Carol chimed in, “We’ve already talked to Sylvia and then Maria came down here and we checked in with her as well. We know she, Sylvia and you are a threesome. They told us all, both, the whole story. And holy cow! This is so strange. And why you?”

Louie, a retired old drunk painter living with his wealthy sister near Maria and Sylvia asked the obvious question, “What’s with your dick? Super-sized mother fucker! They told us some crazy shit about it. Your dick shoots like a fire hose? Come on. Give us a break. That’s too much to swallow, well, maybe not for Carol here.” “Hey Louie. FUCK YOU!” growled Carol.

I told them more about me, how surprised I was about the return of the sisters I worked with at the old dairy job when I was 18. “That was obviously a turning point in my life that has just turned again. I have no idea where to go from here but I have to get together with the sisters again and talk this through. There is something to do with the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force, the nunnery and the faithful at large. I don’t know why but, well, they were at Sylvia’s yesterday and witnessing all the messing around in the spa. There was heavy partying going on but I may have converted them.” And I started laughing.

I looked at Carol to my left just as Frank showed up with my black coffee. “You fucked the whole lot of them didn’t you?” said Frank. Frank was never one to hold back with the truth like I wish he had. “You fucked the S.H.I.T. task force?” Carol squealed the abbreviation for emphasis with a giggle and I looked down, shy, just as she laid her hand on my penis. It sprang straight out and up banging on the underside of the table as my coffee vibrated. “Ouch. Jesus!”