Now, I ain't much of a storyteller, but, I'm a-gonna give a go, da tell y'all 'bout my excitin' youthful years. Them was the days, back when I was a shaver, I tell ya! Me 'n' m' two bes' buddies, Jeb 'n' Zeke, we use'ta spen' jus' 'bout all day, ever' blesset day, in the summertime, down 't the ol' swimmin' hole. We would strip down, buck nekkid, by golly, an' jus' splash aroun' the livelong day!
I 'mimber, wunst, when, ol' Zeke, he was floatin' on 'is back, an' 'e says, ya know, 'e hollered, "Hey, looky, y'all, I'm a WHALE!" An', we looked, an', wouldn'cha know, he was holdin' 'is li'l pecker up, jus' out a the water, just a-peein', straight up! Ol' Zeke, he was funny 'at way. He was REAL funny! I hollert back, "Hey, Zeke, ya stoopid muther fucker, yer pissin' all over yersailf!" Me 'n' Jeb busted out laffin' an' guffawin' so hard, an' slappin' one 'nother on the back, 'til we broke out inda a slap fight. He was slappin' me so bad, I fin'ly had da dive inda the water da get away from 'im. Jeb didn' know 'is own strenf, an' he could hit SOME hard, lemme tell ya!
One time, at the beginnin' a summer, when we was, I reckon, 'bout eighteen, or so, we was layin' out on the pier just a-sunnin' our nekkid selfs, an' stoopid ol' Zeke, he ast us, he says, "Hey! Y'all ever beat'cher meat?" He was hol'in' 'is fis' at 'is crotch, jus' a-pumpin' away. I says, "Whut're
ya, some kinda faiggit er sump'm?" I pushed 'im so hard, 'e fell right smack in the water, 'cuz, he was layin', like, right on the edge a the pier, ya know? An', he was SOME mad! When 'e come up, 'e hollers at me, "Hey!
Fuckhead! I jus' wonted da know if ya DID it; I diddn' wonna do it TO ya, y' basterd!" I jus' hollert right back, "QUEER! FAIGGIT! QUEER! FAIGGIT!"
This jus' made 'im madder an' madder, which wuddn' hard da do, wit' Zeke, lemme tell ya. So, he tries da splash water up on me, but 'e cain't reach, an' 'e's hollerin', "SHUDDUP... SHUDDUP... SHUDDUP!" He goes back underwater an', 'e comes up wid' a big, ol' fuckin' hunk a mud an', he hurls it at me, but he missed by a mile. 'At boy never could th'ow worth a shit. I said, "YOU shuddup, ...an' haul yer crybaby ass back up here. When he got back up on the pier, he's sulkin', ya know, an' he commences to pickin' at 'is thigh an' sayin', "You made me get a splinner, ya bast'd!" I said, "Oh, ...I'm sorry." I really was sorry. I was jus' pickin' on the li'l fucker; I wudd'n tryin' da hurt 'im none. He says, "You SHOULD be sorry!" I said, "Shuddup."
Jus' 'bout then, ol' Jeb, who could be even stoopider'n Zeke sometime, pipes up with: "I do." Me 'n' Zeke bofe said 't the same time, "You do WHUT?"
"Beat m' meat," he says. On top a that, he says, "I do it two, three times a day, sometime." Zeke says t' me, "SEE? HE admits it, too. It feels GOOD, don' it, Jeb?" I said da Jeb, I says, "Goddamn, boy, you a meat-beatin' FOOL!" Then, stoopid ol' Zeke says, "Is 'at why yer dick is so big? 'Cuz a ya stretch it out all a time?" I said, "Zeke, you so stoopid." He says, "Well... it COULD be why." I said, "Then, maybe YOU oughta do it more often." He said, "Shuddup." I said, "Hey, I'm just tryin' da he'p ya out, li'l buddy." He says, "YOU ain't got nuttin' da write home 'bout."