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As my father uncle Jack and I walked to the barn that cold morning in November, I couldnt help but notice the quietness in the air. Uncle Jack came to visit often, but today was a special visit, he was here to help my father castrate our pig's. Castration's of pig's are a two man job, being only eleven was'nt quite large enough to hold them still.Coming from a large family I had many uncle's but uncle jack was my favorite, laarge burly man 6'2" 200 lb's bearded.Now looking in the mirror I realize I look more like him, than my own father.
Once inside the barn it was my job to get all the male pig's into a holding pen to await the fate with the razor.Gathering them all togaher, my father would grab one hold it for uncle Jack to move in and make the cut and pop the balls out and make the cut.This process would take one to to hour's, and by the time the last pig had felt the cut, we would have a nice bucket of ball's.The ball's would then be cleaned fried in butter and have gravy mixed with it,and that would be our breakfast for that day.This time was different there were not as many male pig's as usual,so not as many to cook.Uncle Jack noticed the bucket and said to me,look's like we gotta take your little ball's off too and fry em up.He and my father had a big laugh and walked back to the house, as I started to follow I noticed they had dropped a ball on the hay.I picked it up and held it in my hand, it was still warm, I knew at that moment uncle Jack must have my ball's. Running fast as I could to the house I caught up to uncle Jack, my father had wandered off somewhere, I called to uncle Jack. He turned and looked at me, uncle Jack I said, I know how much you love our special breakfast, and I want you to have mine too.With that I slid down my jeans and underware, and lifted them in my hand as to give him a gift.His stern face had a glow of a smile and he said,we will do fine with these now pull up your pant's and come help me cook. Year after year went on my father passed away, and uncle Jack always was ther to help with the nutting's.But the morning he said we needed my little balls too, still was in my head.Jack had gotten older, and his eyesight was bad, almost blind.He still knew how to handle a razor,he was quick with it,precision every time.His health was failing him badly and I knew this would be the last,time for our special breakfast togather. Now being in my 40's and never been married,or even commited to anyone, I knew once again what I had to do.I had rehearsed over and over again in the barn just how to position myself,for my dream of all dream's to come true.Still not sure if I could pull it off or not,but it is now or never. Walking to the barn that November morning with uncle Jack holding on to my arm,I was more nervous, and excied than ever before.I told uncle Jack that we had missed one pig on his last visit, he said that one needed to be banded before the cut was made, I told him I could handlde that.Once inside the barn, I rounded up the male's as usual,and presented their ball's to him one at a time.I was so nervous I felt ill and so excited as we finished the last one.Uncle jack there is only one more it will take me a min. to get hime ready for you I said. My fingers trembled as I opened my jeans and slid the off, picking up the elastrator opening it, my ball's slid in just as I had practiced.Walking infront of Jack naked as never before,I got on my knee's in the hay and backed my ass up between his thigh's. Uncle jack this is the last one he's banded and ready.Feeling the roughness of his hands as they grasped my ball's, I knew this was it. Uncle jack said nothing but reached and picked up the razor, I statred moving like the pigs do at that point.Even pinching on of their ear's to make them grunt.Quick as a flash I felt the blade open my sack,slight pulling and then saw two more go into the bucket.It was over I did it, we did it a lifelong dream and I felt on top of the world. I grabber a handfull of gauze crammed between my leg's and got dressed. Walking to the house with uncle Jack holding my arm, I stared my my own two huge contrubution's to our specail breakfast.They were cleaned fried as many other moring's gravy added, couldnt help but beam happiness as I watched them fry.Breakfast was served,we ate like it was out last meal and I had provieded part of the meat.Uncle jack pushed himself back from the table,stood and said that was the best meal ever.He picked up his cane and started from the kitchen, he turned and said,I knew 30 year's ago that those would be delicious.
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