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“What’s wrong?” I asked as I ran over to his leg to look at it. It looked fine, just like before. Worriedly, I pressed my wrist to his forehead to check his temperature. He didn’t have a fever. I looked at him expectantly as he groaned again. “What is it? I can’t help if I don’t know what’s wrong,” I demanded.

“I… I have to pee,” he said.

“You have to… oh! Umm, ok. Let me go get you a jar.” I rushed to the kitchen and found a jar. As much as I didn’t relish the idea of him pissing in one of my jars, there wasn’t much I could do about it. I’d have to boil the thing about fifty times before we had to can all the vegetables. I rushed back into his room and held the jar out for him. “Here, use this.”

“Thanks,” he said, quickly taking the jar from me. I stood awkwardly momentarily as he fumbled under the blanket before realizing he might like some privacy. I turned to leave and reached the doorway when he huffed out a frustrated sigh. “Doc? I.. I think I need help.”

I spun around to face him, “What?! Why?”

“I’m having a hard time getting everything lined up just right laying flat like this, and I can’t exactly reposition myself on my own because of the leg. If one of the guys were here, I’d have them help me, but you’re all I have, and I have to go so bad it hurts. Could you maybe help me sit up a little?” He asked desperately.

That didn’t seem like such a big ask, so I moved forward and took his hand in mine like we were going to arm wrestle. I wrapped my other arm around his shoulders and, in this proximity, became increasingly aware that I was only wearing a towel. “Ok, on three. One, two, three.” On three, I supported him as he began to sit up. Unfortunately, he also let out a shout of pain before flopping out of my hold and back onto the bed.

“Oh God, that hurts. Sitting up like that set my leg on fire. I can’t. Fuck,” he exclaimed, his whole face pinched in pain. I put my hands on my hips and looked down at him, trying to figure out our next move. I felt my entire body heat in embarrassment as I realized we only had one real option left. I was going to have to do it for him.

“I’m sorry. I know this is all sorts of weird and uncomfortable, but please, Bailey. It’s this, or I end up pissing all over myself and the bed, which would be even more humiliating,” he pleaded.

I glared down at him. “This isn’t some elaborate ruse to get me to touch your junk, is it?”

“Believe me. In all the many scenarios I’ve imagined you touching my cock for the first time, none of them involved me pissing in a jar. I’m not looking forward to this any more than you are,” he assured me.

Ok. I could do this. I was a professional. I’m just helping a man pee. The fact that said man wants to do dirty things to me with his four other friends isn’t relevant right now. He’s hurting and needs help. I checked to make sure the towel was still securely tied around me, then pulled down the blanket so I could see what I was doing. He had managed to get his cock out of his pants, and my eyes widened as I got my first look at it.

It wasn’t fully erect and was already a solid six inches. It had a large bulbous head, and the whole thing had a slight curve to the left. As I stared, it grew, and I quickly made eye contact with Gray. “Sorry,” he said, smiling sheepishly. “It has a mind of its own and can sense a pretty girl is admiring it.”

“I wasn’t… let’s just get this done,” I said brusquely. I took the jar from him, leaned over the bed, and held it between his legs. I had just wrapped my hand around his rapidly growing dick, ignoring the quiet moan from Gray, when someone spoke behind me.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? You know, I’m honestly not all that surprised that my boy could make it so far in such a short amount of time, though I am disappointed that I missed so much,” Pike said from the door.

I jumped and let out a small scream as I dropped, probably more accurately described as spiked, the empty jar into Gray’s balls, making him let out a howl of pain. “Oh, thank God! Your friend needs to pee. New rule: one of you stays behind to tend to his more personal needs,” I said quickly as I rushed past him without making eye contact with either of them.

“Oh, I think he has some personal needs that you’d be much more suited for,” Pike teased as I stopped dead in the hall. The other guys were all standing there grinning at me as I rushed from Gray’s room in my towel. Even Matty smiled as he enjoyed this embarrassment at my expense.

“Did you put the horses away?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Matty answered.

“Well, what are you waiting for? You lot put the horses away and feed the animals. Then hose yourselves down outside. You stink. Assuming you all have more than just the clothes on your back, put your dirty clothes in the washer, and I’ll get them cleaned. And someone go help Gray pee before his bladder explodes,” I ordered as I stomped towards my room. “And make it snappy. Dinner will be ready soon.” I went into my room and closed the door behind me. The only thing worse than helping Gray pee was getting caught helping Gray pee.

I quickly dressed in shorts and a shirt, taking advantage of the still-warm weather. Fall was rapidly approaching, and soon it would be cold again. I added chop firewood to my mental list of things that need to be done. The house had baseboard heat, but it didn’t work all that great, so having a fire in the fireplace in the living room was super helpful. There have been plenty of cold winter nights when Matty and I camped in the living room.

Once dressed, I cracked my door open to peek into the hall. It was empty, so I quietly passed Gray’s closed door and into the kitchen to finish making dinner. The chicken wasn’t entirely done yet, so I prepared the vegetables. I was slicing carrots when Pike came into the kitchen.

“Gray’s bladder is no longer exploding,” he announced.

“Good, thank you.”

“Hey, listen, Bailey, I want to apologize for my teasing earlier. I wasn’t truly appreciating the uncomfortable position you were forced into and should have been more sensitive.”

I stopped slicing and turned to face him. “Did Gray tell you to say that?”

“No. I mean, he told me I was out of line and should apologize but didn’t tell me what to say,” he said quickly.

“Well, apology accepted,” I responded. I went to say more but fell silent when I heard shouting from outside. “Now what?” I asked as I followed Pike outside. I blinked in shock as a raccoon with a chicken egg in its mouth ran past the front porch, followed by three very naked men. Matty was over by the hose, rolling around and laughing as he watched the other men try to catch the raccoon.

“Are they really trying to chase down a raccoon right now?” Pike asked in astonishment.

A giggle bubbled out of me before turning into full-blown laughter. “I think they are. When should I tell them that is Chester and we have an understanding? I let him swipe an egg occasionally, and he doesn’t kill my chickens or tell any of his raccoon buddies about my coop.” Chester reached the fence and jumped into a tree, catching himself on the branches as they shook from his sudden weight.

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