Welcome to Gayberry

Welcome to Gayberry – 104

Feel free to address any comments on this story to fritz819@yahoo.com. This is a work of fiction and is based on no real persons, living or dead. If you enjoy this or any of the wonderful stories here, I hope you will consider a donation to the Nifty Archive to keep the site going. It is a treasure!!! http://donate.nifty.org/

104

Lester just looked up at the sheriff and, although his mouth was stuffed with cockmeat, his eyes smiled back at the big man.

"You like that cock, don't you, son?" the sheriff asked as Lester kept sucking but nodded his head in agreement.

"That sweet mouth of yours could be addictive, buddy" the sheriff said as he reached down and began to tease the man's hard nipples with both hands. Lester whimpered but didn't miss a stroke on the sheriff's meaty cock.

Oh fuck!" Randy yelled s Lester continued his expert cocksucking. He was stroking the sheriff's furry thighs and moving his hands up to the sheriff's belly and over his chest and then kneading his fat, full nut sack as if he couldn't get enough of the feel of a man's body.

"My knees is gonna buckle real bad when I shoot my load and one or both of us could get hurt bad" Randy said. "You wanna take this to the bedroom? I'd like to get my own hands on that hot little body of yours."

Lester's eyes got even brighter as he heard the sheriff say that and took his mouth of the slick, hard cock.

"Yes, sir" he said, standing up. "Just follow me. We can go in the bedroom. It's just us so we can do whatever you'd like to do, sir."

Lester led the way down a short hallway to the master bedroom. Randy couldn't take his eyes off the man's round, perfect ass. The sheriff wondered if his hole would look as good as the rest of the handsome man looked and whether Lester would have any interest in having the sheriff's meaty cock stuffed in his hole.

"Boy, that is one fine ass you got on you" the sheriff said. "You ever tried letting a fella put a dick up in there?"

"Yes, sir, sheriff" Lester said. "That was my favorite thing to do with my commanding officer. His dick wasn't as big as yours but it was pretty close. I didn't like it the first time I had one inside me but the first time I had another soldier locate my fucknut, I was hooked. I ain't been buttfucked since the day before I left the military but I beat off a lot out in the barn thinkin' about how good it felt. To be honest, I've used some things like cucumbers on my butthole while I was beatin' off. It ain't as good s a hard cock, but it was all I had. Do you think that's bad?"

"No, kid, I think that's wonderful" the shriff said. "I'd love to sample some of that ass and I'd love to watch you fuck yourself with a cucumber while I suck you off."

"You want to suck me off?" the boy asked. "I wasn't expectin' that. I'd be happy just to suck your dick and please you, sir. I don't expect you to do nothin' for me."

"That ain't the way it's done in these parts, son" Randy said with a smile. At least that ain't the way me and my buddies do it. Even my son and his little friends know that when somebody helps you out, you always return the favor."

"You mean you want to beat me off or even suck me?"

"Yessiree" the sheriff said. "I can't wait to get a taste of that good-lookin' meat you got stickin' out from that thick bush. Lester, you just lay down her on the bed on your side with your head up there by the pillows. I'm just gonna slide in here beside you but with my head down near the footboard. That'll make it easy for both of us to suck each other off at the same time."

"Yes, sir" Lester said. "Back in the army we called it a sixty-nine position. We did it among the enlisted men but the officers would never suck an enlisted man's cock."

"Well we're all enlisted men in the Gayberry army so come in here closer and let me have a taste of that nice meat you got, son."

"The men moved into a sixty-nine position and began to suck each other off, starting out slowly and letting their hands explore the other's body. Randy found he couldn't keep his hands away from Lester's round, furry ass and, after exploring the boy's extremely hairy nut sack, began to tease the hole with an index finger. He heard the boy moan very softly when his finger just touched the hole. Lester shifted his legs almost imperceptibly to allow the sheriff access to his most private place. Randy stopped sucking Lester just long enouth to get his index finger wet with his saliva then went back to working on his partner's leaky cock. He then put his slick finger right against the opening and simply rubbed the slick, pink starfish, not entering him at all. That elicited a whine from Lester which Randy took correctly as an indication that Lester wanted something inside his long-neglected hole. Randy began to rub his finger around the pink entrance, still not penetrating. That drove Lester crazy and he began to moan, his mouth still stuffed with the sheriff's massive hard cock. Lester was taking the cock all the way into his throat and working his throat muscles with each stroke. Randy pulled off Lester's cock and moved his cock out of the man's mouth.

"Lester, you're an amazin' cocksucker but I just gotta have a taste of that beautiful ass!" the sheriff said. "You just lay back there for a minute and let me get your legs over my shoulders. You just relax and let me lickt hat hole of yours."

"Are you sure you want to do that, sheriff?" Lester asked. "You don't have to pleasure me."

"I'm gonna eat that hole, boy, so you might as well just lay back and enjoy it" the sheriff said.

"Yes, sir" Lester responded s he moved his head onto a pillow, lay back and let the sheriff take control. Randy paused long enough to give the man a wet, passionate kiss and then he moved into position between Lester's hairy legs and lifted both of them up, bending his knees back to his shoulders and burying his face in Lester's very hairy ass. He began to lick and Lester began to moan.

"Oh fuck, sir, that feels so motherfuckin' good. Ahhh fuck, yeah, that's it. I can't stand it, it's so motherfuckin' good!"

Lester tried to get his hand on his own cock to beat it but Randy gently moved his hand away.

"Let me take care of you, Lester" Randy said. "You ain't had this in a while and I want it to be good. I'll take care of that cock but I want to make sure I get enough of that beautiful fuckin' ass before I make you shoot."

"Yes, sir" Lester said with a smile as he let the sheriff have control.

Randy dove into that ass, licking furiously and sticking his tongue as far as he could get it. Lester now kept his hand away from his own dick but grabbed handfuls of Randy's thick brown hair and tried to pull him even closer, wanting his tongue further in his hole. Both men were now worked up and in the throes of passion when Randy again inserted his thick index finger and Lester let out a yell.

"Oh fuck yes!" the man yelled as Randy began to massage the man's prostate gland vigorously. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!"

Randy then slowly inserted a his long and thick middle finger as Lester continued to buck and ride the invading fingers inside him.

"I can't hold this shit much longer, sheriff!" he yelled. "I swear I can't I ain't never felt this good."

"Let it go when you're ready" Randy said as his fingers continue to pound the man's fucknut and he again took Lester's cock in his throat to the root.

It was more than Lester could take as he began to feed the handsomev sheriff his sweet, creamy load. As Lester began to spew, Randy grabbed his own cock and managed to get it near Lester's now-gaping hole where he had just removed his fingers. Randy beat his meat furiously and in seconds was spewing his own load thick white cumload onto Lester's open, pink hole. Randy held his head very still, Lester's cock still deep in his throat as Lester began to desensitize. Randy was wiping the last of his own cum onto Lester's hairy nutsack when he heard Lester say something.

"Ben, what the fuck?" Lester asked.

It was Ben Weaver standing right beside the bed. He was fully dressed in his business suit and tie as always but he had his fly open and he was furiously beating what appeared to be about a seven-inch cock furiously. Lester and Randy were shocked to discover they had been observed but Lester recovered quickly as he moved nearer to Ben.

"Mr. Weaver, that's a very nice cock" Lester said. "I wish I'd known you were watching cause I like to be watched while I'm doing sexy stuff."

Ben's eyes were wide, embarrassed at being caught but mesmerized by what he had seen. He continued to stroke his hard cock.

"You know you don't have to do that for yourself" Lester said in a low, sexy voice.

Lester reached out a hand and pulled Ben into a seated position on the bed.

"Randy, it looks like Ben's cock needs some attention. Let's get these clothes off of him."

Ben Weaver seemed very surprised at the reaction of the men he'd been watching enjoying a very passionate encounter and he did exactly as Lester instructed. He sat down on the edge of the bed as Lester removed his shirt and undershirt revealing a lean but very firm body covered in massive gray hair. Randy was removing his pants and now had him down to his boxers which he removed with no problem. Ben had a forest of gray fur below the waist with a very respectable uncut cock sticking straight up as if reaching for the sky.

"I ain't so sure about this" Ben said haltingly.

"You may not be sure but that pretty cock of yours is very sure it needs some attention" Lester said. "Just lay back here and relax. You don't have to do a thing. Just relax. That cock looks like it needs some attention."

"Well, I don't know about this" Ben said as Lester lay him on the bed on his back, his head on the soft pillows and his body totally exposed. He was not muscular but there was not a trace of fat on the man. He obviously did something to keep in fine physical shape although no one would ever have guessed that the tall, thin-looking man was concealing such a fine silver fox body under the expensive suits he wore to his store every day..

"That hard cock needs some attention and I've got just the thing for it" Lester said as he knelt between the man's legs and began to touch him, stroking him gently.

"Just relax, Ben, and let Lester work his magic" the sheriff said with a smile at the older man. "Lester's had a crush on his own asshole of a paw for a long time and I think he needs this."

"He does look somethin' like your paw, don't he, Lester?" the sheriff asked.

"He shore does, sheriff" Lester said. "I always wanted my paw to just lay back and let me please him" Lester said. "I wanted to suck that dick and touch him all over as long as I can remember."

"I can't believe a good looking young man like you would want to do stuff with an old broke down son of a bitch like I am." Ben said.

"Mr. Weaver, you're far from an old man and you ain't broke down in any way I can see" Lester said. "That dick you got there's as hard a dick as I ever saw on any man, includin' eighteen year old soldiers. I don't know who put them kinds of thoughts in your heads, but you got a lot of good mileage left in you."

"Now just relax, Ben, and let Lester make you feel good" Randy said as he sat on the bed beside Ben and began to run his hand through the man's chest fur. "Lester's got a mouth you ain't gonna believe."

"I ain't had nobody's hands or mouth on me for a long time" Ben said. "Have at it if you really want to, Lester."

Lester got on his knees between Ben's spread legs and began to touch his hairy legs, stroking them from ankle to thigh, up and down, gently stroking. Randy stayed at his side, gently rubbing the fur on his chest and occasionally tweaking the man's tiny, hard nipples. Then Lester began to lick Ben's thighs and the man started to softly moan.

"Boy, that feels wonderful" Ben said. "I aint ever had anything feel that good."

"Just wait, Ben" Randy said softly in Ben's ear as he licked the older man's neck. "Lester's just getting' started. Wait till you feel his hot mouth on that fuckin' hard cock."

Lester was nuzzling and licking Ben's nut sack and teasing his hole with his hot tongue. Ben spread his legs wider, totally submitting to him.

"I think he's about to lick that hairy hole of yours, Ben" the sheriff said. "You like havin' that hole licked?"

"It ain't never been licked, Randy" Ben said. "I ain't ever done much of this but I sure do want it. If I'da known how good it was..."

Ben then gasped as Lester took his cock into his mouth to the root at the exact moment he slid a slick finger into his hole, grazing the man's fucknut for the first time in his life.

"Oh fuck, I'm dyin'" Ben shouted. "I ain't never felt anything like this!" the man said as he began to shoot load after load of his thick white cream into Lester's throat.

"You ain't dyin', Ben" Randy said softly as he began to suck in earnest on the man's nipples. "Just relax and let him work his magic. Just relax. Feed him your man juice." Ben grabbed Lester's head in a death grip and held him still, his cock still all the way in the other man's throat. After a few minutes, Ben loosened his grip and Lester pulled off the now softening meat.

"Move on up there and give the man a taste of his own cream" Randy said.

Lester moved up beside Ben in the bed and embraced him, moving in for a kiss.

"I ain't so sure about this" Ben said.

"Ben, Lester just made you feel really good" the sheriff said. "Now you need to trust him enough to let the man kiss you and give you a taste of your cream."

"You're right" Ben said. "Come on in here, son."

Lester moved in and shared a passionate kiss with the older men, a kiss that left both of them breathless.

"When I get my breath back, I got somethin' you two need to know" Ben said. "Randy will you hand me my jacket. I think I just threw it on the floor over there."

"Sure I will, Ben" the sheriff said, retrieving the man's suit coat and handing it to him.

Ben reached into the inside pocket of the jacket and handed a folded document to Lester.

"You know, boys, this started out as the worst day of my life and it's turned into the best day I can remember in a long, long time" Ben said as Lester read the paper he had been handed.

"But, Mr. Weaver, this can't be right" Lester said, a confused look on his face. "This paper is from Attorney Winkler and it says the mortgage on this house has been paid in full and a deed is being prepared in my name. That can't be right."

"That's exactly right" Ben said. "Like the sheriff said earlier, I was thinking to build a warehouse on this property. The property this house is on is just a little part of a parcel of over a thousand acres I own. It was always my son Fizzy's idea to build that warehouse. He's a worthless scoundrel and he's never been able to stay with a project long enough to bring it to fruition. But Fizzy wanted to take control of building this warehouse and he was like a dog with a bone. That was just out of character for the boy but every day he was asking me if I'd thrown you off the property yet. I was hoping that the boy had finally settled down and was going to take being a Weaver and running the family business seriously. Unfortunately it was just another one of his goddamned schemes. When he was so adamant about me signing over the property to him so he could negotiate with the builders of the warehouse, I got suspicious. I just found out a few hours ago that the worthless little shit had forged documents saying he owned the whole parcel. The schemer never had any intention of building a warehouse out here but had made a deal with one of them big box appliance and home goods stores to build the biggest store in this part of the state out here. It would've put me and most of the other merchants in three counties out of business. He came in drunk this morning after being out all night chasing pussy like he always does and I confronted him. He was so drunk he admitted the whole scheme. I threw him out of the house. I got somebody in to change the locks and I hired extra security to make sure he can't enter the store. I'm done with the sorry little bastard and I told Mr. Winkler I want him taken completely out of my will. The boy gets nothing from me. I've been bailing the boy out all his life, paying for medical procedures to get rid of unwanted babies, paying off employees that he'd grope and try to blackmail into fucking him, paying off car crashes and everything else. And he's always just taken it for granted that I'd bail him out for the rest of his life. But those days are over. I'd rather live out my life alone in that big old house than to have this kind of heartache."

"Ben, I'm sorry to hear that about your son but Lester's had a rough mornin' too" the sheriff said.

"Yes, sir" Lester said. "I been living a lie for an awful long time. Turns out my paw knocked up Helen while I was off servin' in the military. He made me turn down the chance to reenlist and come home and marry Helen so nobody back home in Mount Airy would know that he'd been fuckin' her as she was his fellow deacon's daughter. I been livin' out in the barn all these years since we moved here and my paw came here regular to fuck her. He made me watch most all the time and recently he got the child I raised as my daughter involved too. Since she got little puffy titties, he started takin' baths with her and her mama and I think they may even be fuckin'. If it ain't happened yet it will soon cause after my mama died last week, he came and got Helen and Mary to take back to Mount Airy to live with him in our family's big old house. Turns out he got me laid off at the mill by tellin' em I was a drunk and a wife abuser. That's what he plans on tellin' all his church friends in Mount Airy and he plans to have them look at him as a hero who saved his daughter-in-law and grandchild from an abusive drunk. The truth is that I ain't touched a drop of nothin' alcoholic since I left the military and I never raised hand to nobody. Helen hit me enough and yelled and screamed at me and even Mary had started to do the same. Before they left, she came over like she was gonna give me a hut but instead she whispered in my ear how much she likes how her grandpaw licks her pussy. She told me I was a worthless cuckold after my own paw taught her that word. I didn't even know the word till I looked it up after they left. Her mama's been teaching her to be just like she is."

"Well, if we're being honest, I might as well tell you boys the rest of my story" Ben said. "Fizzy ain't really my blood son. When I'd just graduated from college and come back here to run the store, I thought I was the smartest man in the world. I was working with my dad who taught me to run the store. We'd always been real close and we loved to hunt together and fish together and do pretty much everything together. Well, he'd hired a young, good-lookin' girl whose family had moved here from New York. Her paw was a manager at one of the factories near here and she applied for a job selling perfume in our store. She was a real beauty. My paw tried to warn me off her, saying that those northern girls were different. I was a pretty handsome guy back then, a college graduate with a bright future and a family business so I had my pick of pretty much all the pretty girls in town. But I just had to have Imogene. It wasn't about sex for me. I just liked having the prettiest girl in town on my arm at all the socials and dances and at the country club. And Imogene liked the fact that she had snared the most eligible bachelor in town from a real fine family with more money than Jesus. Even with my paw warnin' me off of her every step of the way, I got engaged and we had one of the biggest weddings ever in these parts with ten bridesmaids and the same number of groomsmen. All my college buddies showed up and it was a big event. At that point, I'd never had sex with a woman at all. Times were different then and most girls stayed virgins until their wedding night. I had just assumed Imogene was a virgin too. On our wedding night, after everybody left and it was just me and her, I really didn't know what to do. I'd messed around with my fraternity buddies so I knew that a man was supposed to get his cock hard and stick it in a woman but I really knew nothing else about how it was supposed to go. So I went in the bathroom and washed up and got into a pair of new pajamas, brushed my teeth, put on some cologne and went back out into the bedroom. I was sure she'd be beautiful and dressed in one of them fancy peignoirs she'd got at her lingerie shower. I assumed that we'd kiss and hug for a while and eventually get under the covers and I'd slip my cock inside her. But when I went back into that bedroom in my new light blue pajamas, Imogene was spread out buck naked on the bed fingering her hairy cunt. She told me to get my ass over there and start lickin' her pussy. I couldn't believe a woman would act like that and the last thing I wanted was to have to lick a pussy. I didn't even know men did that and I knew my mother would never have behaved in such a wanton manner. My own paw had the talk with me about how babies were made but he never said a word about lickin' a nasty pussy! I told her I didn't know what had come over her but she needed to put some clothes on and act like a decent human being. By this time she had several fingers in her snatch and was pounding away. I kept telling her to stop. I thought it was some kind of nasty crazy joke but she just kept at it, calling me a faggot and a daddy's boy. I ran out of the bedroom and upstairs to my father's bedroom. Mother and dad had been sleeping apart for years and I went in and told my father what had happened. I was crying and he took me in his bed and consoled me. I drifted off to sleep. Apparently after I was sleeping, exhausted from all the wedding activities, he went back downstairs and had a talk with Imogene. Divorce was just unheard of back then so he made a deal with Imogene that she would continue to live in the Weaver home with all the servants, clothes and everything she wanted as long as she didn't speak a word of what had happened earlier. She was quick to agree because she hated working in the store. She was now on easy street with charge accounts all over town and a home in one of the finest houses Gayberry had to offer. My daddy told her she'd have a generous monthly allowance and the arrangement would be as long as necessary to avoid any embarrassment for the Weaver family. I didn't set foot back in that bedroom as long as she was there. No one in town knew that we were married in name only. I had a good looking wife to escort to the country club and to social events and everyone in town thought we were just the golden couple."

"What happened to Imogene?' the sheriff asked her. "I don't remember ever hearin' that name. I think I always assumed you was a widower."

`Well, it wasn't long after the wedding that my mother took sick and was gone in a couple of months after catching a bad case of the flu. I was still sharing a bedroom with my father which we did until the day he died. Imogene had the social life she'd always wanted with luncheons at the country club, trips to New York City to shop and see plays. And nobody knew that we'd never even fucked once. My daddy told her that if she told a soul, he would cut her off in a heartbeat. But the girl couldn't hold up her end of the bargain for long. While my dad and I were at the store from early morning till evening around dinner time, she had the run of the house. She loved laying out by the swimming pool naked. Some of the help told my dad and he tried to get her to stop but she said she enjoyed it so he left it alone. We had a little cabana out by the pool so people could change clothes without dripping water back in the house. It was like a small bedroom with a shower and areas to change and hang up clothes and towels. One day my dad wasn't feeling well after lunch. Seems like he'd got hold of a bad piece of fish so I made him head home and lie down. Well he got home but he decided that getting some sun might make him feel better so he went up and changed into his bathing suit and went back downstairs to the pool. When he opened the doors to the pool area, he started hearing loud music. Turns out Imogene was having a party with a young man from New York. He was a sales representative for Westinghouse who sold us all of the appliances we sold at the store. He'd met earlier that morning with dad and me and we had ordered thousands of dollars worth of appliances to sell. He was apparently just fucking the shit out of my wife in plain view of the world. Daddy said he had her legs spread and he was on top of her just fucking the living shit out of her. She was begging him to ram it in deeper. He said it was mesmerizing to watch the man with his thick, hard cock slamming it in and out of her wet, slimy cunt. He said the man's ass and nut sack were as hairy as anything and how he'd never forget watching him fuck my wife. He said he just stood there watching them fuck for a good ten minutes till they both finished. Then he asked what the hell was going on. The young man was scared but Imogene wasn't scared at all. She told my daddy she liked dick and she'd been getting that guy's cock for several months. She told him she had no intention of stopping fucking him and that my father was powerless to do anything about it unless he wanted her to tell the world about our arrangement. Daddy didn't want that so he agreed to keep her secret. It went on for several months until one night at dinner at the country club Imogene told daddy and me that she was pregnant with his child. Medical procedures to get rid of a baby were very dangerous and very rare back then and also highly illegal. Imogene wanted nothing to do with raising a child so they worked out a deal where she would stay in town and have the baby, allowing the world to think it was my son. Then daddy would write her a very large check and she and her salesman could move off to New York or wherever. They agreed to say that Imogene had come down with a case of tuberculosis after she delivered the baby and they had arranged for her to go to a sanitarium to recover. That is what happened and how my father and I came to raise Benjamin Fitzgerald Weaver, whom everyone knows as Fizzie. At first people inquired about how Imogene was doing but eventually people in the town just seemed to forget she'd ever existed. I never saw or heard from her again and neither did my father. We thought the same went for Fizzie but I learned this morning that his mother contacted him when he was in the sixth grade. She told him the whole story and made him promise to keep it a secret. They conspired for him to steal money from the store and send it to her regularly. I had no idea they were even in contact. When Fizzy got old enough to begin asking questions about his mother, dad and I just told him she had not liked Gayberry so she had just left. Fizzie was the apple of my eye and of my dad's I know that we both spoiled him, but the boy never lacked for anything. Turns out he just had too much of his conniving mother in him to be a decent human being. I guess you've figured out by now that my dad and I had a very special relationship. I never told a soul about it but he was a very special man and I really loved him."

"Your paw's been gone a while now" Randy said. "You really ain't had sex with nobody else since then?"

"That's the truth, sheriff" Ben said. "He encouraged me to date some women in the town, usually a social or the country club for dances but I never wanted to get in a position like I was in on my wedding night. After dad died and Fizzy was in high school, I had heard about Homer and the glory hole at Folly's. I finally got up the courage to go down there one day but Fizzy and his buddy, that Moore boy, saw me. And started making fun of me. Both of those boys were there to get sucked off but they started calling me a faggot and Fizzy threatened to tell all my employees at the store and everybody in town that I was some kind of pervert. I was too afraid to ever try that again. I'm a very sexual man but I take care of it on my own. I masturbate every morning before I get dressed for work. Then at lunchtime I lock my office door and do it again. And I almost always jack myself off at bedtime. It's like my dick gets hard all the time. That time you just gave me, Lester, ain't gonna make it easier. Why just thinkin' about how good your sweet mouth felt on my cock is gonna keep me hard. I ain't felt nothin' close to that since my own daddy left this world. I shore do appreciate it."

"Well, thank you, sir, but I have to tell you I can't accept your gift of this property" Lester said. "I don't ever want to set foot out here again. It's just been too painful and I'll always think about how my paw and my wife and my daughter betrayed me."

"That's not an option, Lester" Ben said. "You will accept the property. You don't have to set foot on it. You can burn the house to the goddamned ground if you want to but it is yours. I won't hear of having it any other way . You paid your mortgage faithfully for eight years without missing a single payment. This place is yours. And not just the house but the entire parcel. I got more land than I fucking know what to do with. We'll have no more talk of this."

"Thank you, sir, I really appreciate it" Lester said. "But I don't plan to spend another night here on this land. I never spent a single night in this bedroom and I sure ain't gonna start now. Maybe I can rent it to some family who'll be happy out here. It ain't a bad house and I've kept it up but I just can't spend another night here."

"I made Lester an offer earlier that I hope he'll accept, Ben" the sheriff said. "You know Dopie and me have moved into the Bedford house which is right down the street from you. We've got plenty of room and I've invited Lester to move in with us for as long as he likes. He can take all the time he wants or needs to look around and find a job he wants to do. I hope he's gonna take me up on my offer."

"Well maybe I'd like to make Lester an offer too, sheriff" Ben said.

"I hear you got that handsome Walker fellow and Attorney Winkler and Doctor Foster, all of your sons and a couple of extras livin' with you."

"That's true, Ben, but we still got plenty of room" the sheriff said. "More room than we could ever use. There's plenty of room in my house and in our hearts for Lester. He's a good man who's been wounded and I believe we can help him find some joy again."

"Well I've got plenty of room for Lester in my house too" Ben said. "I believe it's near about as big as yours and I'm there all by myself. It's gonna get awful lonely. Hell, it's been lonely since my dad passed. Fizzy was never there except to ask for money or a new car or to make sure I was paying the country club bills. I'll be there all alone now. Lester, do you think you might consider living in that big old house with me? I won't require you to do all the stuff you did today. You don't have to do a single thing you don't want to do."

"Ben, I really appreciate both of you kind men offering me all this" Lester said. "But if you're serious, I hope Randy will understand if I come to live in your house. But I have to insist on one condition, Ben. I can't come and live in your house unless that's also an invitation to share your bedroom and your bed. I'd like nothing' better than for that t be the arrangement."

"Oh fuck yes!" Ben said. "I can't think of a thing in this world that could be better. And if you're interested, I'd like for you to come to work at the store. There's a whole lot I could teach a hard-working young whippersnapper like you."

"I'd like that too, Ben, especially if we can lock ourselves in your office at lunchtime every day and let me take care of them hardons you get."

"You can take care of my hardons anytime you want to and I'll do the same for you, son" Ben said. "By the way, is it all right if I call you 'son'?"

"I can't think of nothin' I'd like better" Lester answered as he embraced the older man. "I guess I better pack up my clothes and head on down to your house. I never been inside but it sure looks awful grand."

"It's a big old house but it's never felt as grand to me as it does right now knowing you'll be livin' there with me" Ben said. "You can get any of the clothes and stuff you want to carry but all of them flannel shirts and jeans and overalls ain't gonna be fitting for my new assistant at Weaver's. We'll head straight there and get you some clothes that will work for your new position. It does seem a shame to cover that handsome little body of yours with clothes though" Ben said.

"How about we make a deal that we'll both wear clothes at work and go naked when it's just us at home?" Lester asked.

"That sounds like the best motherfucking deal I ever made, son!" Ben answered. "Just show me where to sing on the dotted line!"

"I just want to warn both of you guys to be real careful" the sheriff said. "I imagine Fizzy ain't the happiest camper right now and if he gets drunk and in a rage, he could do somethin' real nasty. I want you both to promise me you'll keep your guard up. Seein' both of you fellers so happy right now does a heart good. I don't want no tragedies spoilin' this happy endin'."

"That's a promise, sheriff, and thanks for ever'thing you've done today" Lester said. "I was feelin' like I was at the end of my rope when you showed up here today. Now I'm happier than I ever in my life imagined I could be. I shore do appreciate you, sheriff."

"So do I" Ben Weaver said. "And you better know if there's ever anything I can do for you, you better not hesitate to ask!"

The men exchanged hugs and then left the property.