OK.So here goes. I had worked in this one factory a while, and eventually ended up quitting.One night, while at the bar a few months later, I met one of the guys who worked there.He wasn't hot or anything, but he was a lot of fun and at closing time I wasn't done partying, so we decided to hang out.One thing leads to another, and some rather lame drunk sex ensues...I woke up with one pant leg still on if that tells you anything.
So when I get home the next day, my brother is sitting in the recliner, and I tell him, "another notch for the bedpost." Because at that time, we were having a contest to see who could get laid more.He asks me the guy's name, I tell him, and go to bed.
Later that night, my brother's friend picks him up and they get to chatting about how I got laid, and laughing about how I got another dud in the sack.His friend asks him the guy's name....when my brother tells him, his friend takes his hands off the wheel and puts them over his face, yelling "oh my god, oh my god!" My brother is grabbing the wheel and shouting"What? What?" and his friend tells him.
That night, as I return from another evening of drinking,My brother is sitting on his favorite chair, grinning.He proceeds to relate his tale to me, and then tells me why his friend reacted in such a manner.
Apparently, my brother's friend attended high school with the guy I had boinked...and one day,had had occasion to catch him in a barn...fucking a sheep.