So one time was working on my farm on a hot July day when all of a sudden a chicken started pecking me. I started getting hard. I was young and naïve, so I didn't really know anything was wrong. Anyways, my 2 year old sister came running over to me and said, "Dylan, why are your pants sticking up?" I didn't know what to say, as I was 7 and I also didn't know what had begun to happen. So I gave her a few quarters from my pocket and said, "Go buy us some ice cream." I was sweating my balls off in the summer sun. Then, as my sister ran off, I realized sweating wasn't the only thing happening with my balls.

The chicken which was pecking me had moved up my thigh and was now chomping on my nuts. I screamed, "Ouch!" to which he replied "Cluck cluck cluck." At this point, I was so aroused that my member had ripped a hole in my breaches. The chicken noticed this right about at the same time as I did, and, sure enough, began to gobble up my penis. It felt so good, and I never wanted it to stop. This continued until, finally, I did it. I nutted in the chicken's mouth. I ran back to our farmhouse, got our marker, and I put a secret mark on the chicken that only I could recognize and reproduce. I returned back to this chicken, whom I now rather fondly called Timmy, every day for three years, until, finally, the day of his slaughter came. That was a sad day. I feel like I learned a lot from this experience, and I do not regret it at all. But, I miss little Timmy.