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The sheriff woke in his bed alone with the sunshine streaming through his windows. He was all by himself in his bed with his white boxer shorts on and he began to convince himself that the events of the previous night had been nothing but a weird, crazy dream. He felt of his hairy tummy, expecting to find a sticky mess of cum but found nothing. He was successfully convincing himself that nothing had happened with his son's little friend, Billy Paul, as he dressed for the day. It was a Saturday so he didn't wear his sheriff's uniform. He put on a pair of old jeans and a tee shirt from the Gayberry fishing tournament of three years ago. All was well until he made his bed. When he moved his pillow, underneath it was a damp white towel. The towel was covered with something sticky, which he immediately recognized as a cumload. He knew it was the cumload Billy Paul had milked out of his hard cock the night before.

Before heading downstairs, he looked into his son's room. There was no sign of Dopie or Billy Paul and the boy's bed was made and his room neat and clean. Sheriff Randy proceeded down the stairs and into the kitchen where he found Aunt Flea serving up eggs, bacon and biscuits for two smiling young boys.

"Good morning, Randy," Aunt Flea said, "My, the boys and I thought you might sleep till noon. It's past seven and we hadn't heard a word out of you. We didn't disturb you because Billy Paul said his dad loves to sleep late on Saturday mornings and we thought you might enjoy it too."

"Good morning, Sheriff Gaylor," Billy Paul chirped. "Hope you slept really good."

"I did, son" he said. "I don't know when I've slept that well.

Bill Paul gave him a wide, sweet smile.

"Paw, we're eating fast so we can get over to the school to meet Arney to train for our races," Dopie said. "I dreamed last night I won my race and everybody in town was cheering for me and you pinned the medal on my shirt!" the boy said, excitedly.

"Well now don't go puttin' the cart before the horse, boy," Randy told his son. "You got to win before you'll be getting' any medals pinned on you. That's just the way it is."

"Oh I know, Paw" the boy said. "I just know I'm gonna win this."

"Well, you better work hard on your trainin" the sheriff told him.

"Did you boys sleep all right?" the sheriff asked.

"I did" Dopie said. "I only woke up one time when Billy Paul came back and got in bed. He said you told him he could come back in and sleep with me."

Billy Paul smiled. Aunt Flea looked puzzled.

""The boys didn't want to calm down and go to sleep so I had to take Billy Paul in with me for a little while," Randy explained to the woman.

"Randy, do you feel okay?" Aunt Flea asked him. "Your face looks a little flushed, like you might have a fever or something."

"I'm fine, Aunt Flea," he said. "I think I may go up to the lake and do a little fishing this morning" Randy said. "It's too nice a day to waste. I need to cut the grass but I think it can wait a little longer."

"Well, I'm baking pies for the church bazaar this morning and then I'll probably go over to Tara's and help her bake some cookies" Aunt Flea said.

"You're spending a lot of time over at Tara's aren't you, Aunt Flea?" the sheriff asked. "It sure does seem like you're over there all the time for something or the other. Are Dopie and me not giving you enough work to keep you busy anymore?"

"You're keeping me buzzing" she said, "but I like that. Busy hands are the devil's workshop I always say. I think she needs things to fill her time now that her three sons are all grown and have moved to big cities. I hate to say anything, but I really don't think they treat her very well. She says they all three call often but the phone never seems to ring when I'm over there. But I certainly am not one to be critical."

Her face definitely reddened at the mention of her friend but the sheriff knew it had to be his imagination. Aunt Flea couldn't possibly bet getting up to anything with Tara. The very idea was preposterous and Randy was ashamed of himself for imagining such a thing. But then he couldn't have imagined what had happened in his own bedroom the previous night either. As he flashed back on those events, he realized his dick was getting hard. The boys were getting ready to leave but Aunt Flea sent them upstairs to wash up and brush their teeth. Both boys ran off. He noticed both boys were dressed in very brief r=running shorts and tee shirts. The shorts were white and the shirts were blue, the high school's colors. He noticed that Billy Paul's legs appeared significantly more muscular than his son's again had a flash of worry about whether Dopie was developing adequately for his age.

Aunt Flea started scurrying around, clearing the table and washing the breakfast dishes but dutifully came over and poured Randy another cup of coffee.

"Those boys sure are growing up fast" she commented. "Before we know it, our little Dopie will be gone and married with children of his own."

"That's certainly what a paw hopes for," Randy said. "Aunt Flea, do you think Dopie's developing normally for a boy?"

"Why, whatever do you mean, Randy?" the woman asked. "He looks to me like he is all boy."

"I'm just a little uneasy" he said. "When I was bathing the boys last night, I noticed that Billy Paul is ahead of Dopie in the way he's ummm, developing. I know this ain't easy stuff to talk about and I don't know who to talk to about things like this."

"Well, if you're concerned, you need to talk to someone who knows about such things" she said. "I'm the last one who would know about such. Have you thought about talking to Billy Paul's father?"

"That's not a bad idea, Aunt Flea, " he said. "I don't really know the man but he's seemed friendly enough when I've met him in the store a few times and at PTA meetings. I may just try to have a little talk with him."

"Now shoo, get out of my kitchen so I can get busy" she said. "Go do whatever it is you men do so I can get my work done."

The boys came back down and were ready to leave to meet Arney. Billy Paul was carrying his overnight bag but Randy suggested he leave the bag, saying he would drop it at the boy's home on his way to the lake.

"Gee, thanks, sheriff" Billy Paul said. "That's awfully nice of you."

"Will your paw be home this morning?" Randy asked him.

"Far as I know" the boy said. "He was planning to cut the grass if the weather was pretty this morning so I guess he'll be doing that."

Billy Paul had acted all morning as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened last night in Randy's bed. The sheriff was beginning to think he might be going crazy and could have imagined the whole episode. But he couldn't deny that cum-soaked towel under his pillow. Randy grabbed his fishing rod and his tackle box and bade Aunt Flea goodbye. She made him take a paper bag full of sandwiches in case he got hungry and he was off.

As soon as Randy got into the car, he realized the bag from the pharmacy was still on the front seat of the squad car. The bag contained the jockstrap Randy had bought for his son the previous day. Randy figured his son could survived one more day with unprotected grapes so he headed on over to Billy Paul's house to drop off the boy's overnight bag.

When the sheriff drove up at Billy Paul's house, a man was mowing the lawn wearing a faded blue tee shirt and a pair of very short blue running shorts. Men in Mayberry didn't often wear shorts in public as they just didn't seem very manly. The exception was if a man was playing a sport, such as basketball or running track, but that was mostly for boys. As Randy turned into the man's driveway he waved and reached over, killing the engine on the mower. The sheriff recognized the man as Billy Paul's father, whom he had met at a PTA meeting. He hadn't realized what a muscular guy the man was in his dark blue business suit. This man looked as if he spent a lot of time in a gym. The man walked over to the driveway, extending his hand to shake the sheriff's.

"I'm William Walker" the man said, "and you're Sheriff Taylor. Welcome to our home. And thank you for letting my son spend the night with your son."

"It was our pleasure to have your boy with us" Randy said. "He's a very well behaved boy and a joy to be around."

What Randy left unsaid was that the boy had given him an excellent handjob when he crawled in bed with him the night before.

"He's very special to me" the man said. "Billy Paul is one of those late life babies. His brother is in college so Billy Paul is a little more than ten years younger than his big brother. You know how that goes. You have a son of your own so you know how the ladies sometimes just go off sex after giving birth. "

"Actually, I don't know much about that" Randy said. "My wife died very young and we had hoped to have a whole house full of kids."

"Sorry to hear that" the man said. "But you didn't have to endure all those years of going without. You know how it is. Women will tease you the whole time you're dating and make you envision a life of nothing but fucking. You think you'll spend your life in bed just crushing that puss and having your dick sucked several times a day. It rarely works out that way. After our wedding night, it just got more and more rare that she'd let me do anything. Then when our older son was born, she said she was done with sex. It took ten years and getting her drunk at a New Year's Eve party up in Raleigh to get Billy Paul."

"You mean your wife got drunk and you had sex with her?" the sheriff asked.

"Hell yeah" the man said. "A few of those Tom Collins and she was passed out when we got home. We had separate bedrooms since our older son was born but that night I spent the night in her bed. Any time I'd try to get in her bed, she'd start yelling. She threatened to accuse me of rape if I tried to fuck her. How's that for crazy? We both know a man can't rape his wife. We pay all the bills, we should get what we want. But I didn't want to put my son through that ugliness, so I stayed quiet, beat my meat a lot and got more than my share of blow jobs from homos. In the end I got another son out of it."

Randy found this man's way of thinking strange, but he realized he couldn't really argue with anything the man said. Men are the breadwinners. They provide so they should get what they want. He was still thinking about the way the man's young son had handled his cock the night before and he was afraid the man might kill him if he thought he might have seduced his kid.

"I've brought my sons up trying to teach them to be the boss in their own homes" the man said. "No surprise pregnancies for my boys. When my older son started getting pubes, we were living up in Raleigh. I started taking him with me to the old downtown Y. At that time it was a residential facility. All the men living there were homos and you could get sucked off any time you wanted it. I took my older boy with me every Saturday and occasionally during the week to keep the boy drained. It wasn't as easy after we moved down here, but I found out about Homer and the service station fast enough. I may be takin' Billiy Paul over to have him sucked off late this afternoon. He doesn't seem to be making cream yet, but he's got some pubes so you never know."

"You're already taking Billy Paul over to Homer's?" the sheriff asked.

"That's for sure" the man said. "He's not making cream yet but he's growing pubes and the cream could start any minute. You mean you haven't taken Dopie there yet? Most of the boys in their grade have already been there with their daddies. I'm surprised at you, sheriff, as many shotgun weddings as you must have performed. "

He laughed loudly and I joined him although I wasn't finding this conversation amusing. Randy had no idea most of the boys in Dopie's class were already getting serviced by Homer at his glory hole. William had taken off his tee shirt at this juncture and was wiping the sweat from his body. He didn't seem embarrassed at all to reveal most of his body to a virtual stranger. His chest was covered in brown fur and his pits were the hairiest pits the sheriff I had ever seen. He looked at his midsection and it too was covered in dark hair which got thicker as it disappeared into his shorts. His legs were very hairy and his thighs were thick.

"Are you okay, sheriff?" the man asked. "Seems like your brain was somewhere else."

"Oh naw, I'm fine, just fine as frog's hair," Andy said. "Just lettin' my mind wander a little. Kinda wonderin' how our boys are doing practicing for their runs."

"I'm sure both boys will do well" William said. "Billy Paul's big brother was a stand- out at track and field in high school. He was offered a full ride at North Carolina State but he wanted to go to Duke. Of course my wife's father is footing the bill so it didn't matter to me. He plans to stay there after graduation and go to law school."

"You must be very proud of him" the sheriff said.

"I'm proud of both my boys" he said. "Both of them are 100% all boy, that's for sure. I'm glad my little one behaved himself at your house last night. He can be a wild one from time to time."

"Oh, William, all boys that age can get a little wild" the sheriff said. "I had to get after them twice for jumping on the bed. Billy Paul may have a little bruise today where he fell off the bed but I think he was fine."

"I hope you tore their bottoms up," William said. "Boys shouldn't have to be told twice. That's just unacceptable."

"Well, there was no harm done so I cut the boys a little slack" he said.

"Don't ever do that on my account" the man said. "When my boy's at your house and he misbehaves, you're free to get those pants off him and put him across your knee. He knows that's what he'd get at home and I'm a little surprised you didn't do that. Boys need a strong hand or they can get out of control in no time."

Randy was getting hard at the thought of having the cute young boy out of his pants and across his knee. He reached down and rubbed his hardening dick.

"You too?" William said. "Thinking about all that always gets me hard too. Even my older boy knows if he misbehaves when he's home, those pants come off and he goes across my knee."

It was obvious now the man was hard in his thin little running shorts. He began to rub his cock.

"Well, I guess I better be heading on up to the pond" the sheriff said.

"Don't go, sheriff" the man said. "I'd love to show you the bathroom I just had remodeled with an extra large shower. I'm about ready for a shower after all that grass cutting. Come on in and talk to me while I get cleaned up."

"I'd love to see the new bathroom but I better make it another time" the sheriff said.

William now had one of his hands down inside his shorts, obviously playing with his cock. Randy couldn't get out of there fast enough.

"I'm thinking about starting up a scout group for the boys" William said. "I was the scoutmaster for my older boy's troops for years and I think it would be a good activity for the boys here in Gayberry. Would you be interested in helping out with that?"

"Sure" Randy said, now just anxious to get away from this almost naked man.

He quickly left the home and headed to the lake. He realized he needed to clear his head. Why had he gotten hard last night and let little Billy Paul beat him off? Why was he having visions of Billy Paul's naked body flashing into his mind? And why had Billy Paul's dad's behavior gotten to him, making him hard? If there was one thing Sheriff Gaylor knew in his heart, it was that he was 100% heterosexual.

When Randy got to the lake, he found a shady spot where he could stretch out. He needed to clear his head. Maybe all of this was easy to explain. He convinced himself the incident with Billy Paul had just been a nasty dream. The towel under his pillow had just been wet from the boys' bath and hadn't really had cum on it at all. Billy Paul's fathers behavior had been perfectly normal, just conversation between two fathers about how to raise their boys. Randy dozed for a while. When he woke, it was much hotter than earlier. Randy preferred to have all his clothes on when he was outdoors but the day had gotten so hot, he was feeling quite uncomfortable. He took off his shirt and folded it, putting it on the grass beside him. That wasn't enough.

He was now in his white wife beater and his pants so he decided to take off his pants. He looked around carefully to make sure no one else was anywhere around. When he was satisfied that he was indeed alone, he removed his pants. He took his shoes and socks off, placing them neatly beside him. He then folded his pants neatly and put them under his shoes. He stretched back out on the grass, finding he actually enjoyed being almost naked outside. He felt his dick start to thicken and he didn't understand that. It was the hottest part of the day so he decided to get in the water and have a little swim. He hadn't brought swim trunks, so he made the decision to skinny-dip, something he hadn't done since he was just a little boy. He checked again carefully to make certain no one else was around. Then he took off his under shirt and his boxer shorts. He could feel a little breeze now and he was really beginning to enjoy the feeling of being totally and completely nude in the great outdoors. He stood up and walked around, his huge nuts swinging in their sac. He decided a dip in the water might feel nice, so he waded in up to his waist, then dove in and swam underwater for a bit. When he surfaced, he felt great. He turned back to the shore and was shocked to see William and Billy Paul walking up to the spot he had been on earlier. Both were holding their fishing rods.

"Looks like you're doing more swimming than fishing, Sheriff Taylor" Billy Paul said.

"Hope you don't mind us joining you but the deputy finished with the boys earlier than expected when he turned his ankle. He brought Billy Paul home and we just decided to ride out here and see if you were catching any fish. We hope you don't mind."

"Oh naw" the sheriff said. "It was just feeling awful hot so I decided a little dip might feel good. The water's nice."

Randy was standing in water up to his waist. He was hoping they couldn't see that he was totally naked as it just didn't seem right for the sheriff to be running around in the woods naked, particularly with a young boy around.

"Dad, can I get in the water?" Billy Paul asked his father.

"I don't see why not" his dad said. "I can't imagine the sheriff will mind the company. It's a large lake. You don't have a bathing suit but that's never bothered you before."

"I guess the boy could swim in his underwear" Randy suggested.

"That seems silly" the kid's dad said. "Boys always love to skinny-dip. I bet you and Dopie have done some skinny-dipping, haven't you?"

"As a matter of fact we ain't ever done that" Randy said. "I don't believe it's proper for boys to see their daddies buck naked and Aunt Flea would have a stroke at the very thought of such."

"That's too bad" William said. "I've loved the times I've brought my boys up here to swim. Back in Raleigh we had a pool in our backyard and we had some great fun. I wanted one here but I couldn't find a single home large enough for my family which also had a pool. I've really missed that and so have my boys. I can understand that attitude when a boy's really just a boy, but once they start getting' their pubes and stuff I don't see a thing wrong with it."

"I bet you have missed those times you had in Raleigh" Randy said.

He really couldn't even imagine a father swimming around buck naked with his young sons.

Billy Paul was undressing now. The boy took off his tee shirt. Randy tried not to watch but couldn't turn his eyes away as the boy slipped out of his sneakers and undid his shorts. He pulled the shorts down his smooth, tanned legs.

"You're looking nice and tanned these days, son" William said to his young son.

He picked up his boy in his arms and lowered the waistband on his bright white jockey shorts.

"Look at this little white butt" his father said. "Son, you're lucky that little butt isn't red as fire after the sheriff told me about you boys using Dopie's bed for a trampoline. If you boys had been at our house, you'd both have red asses today. Now let's get that underwear off and get in the water."

William proceeded to take the boy's underwear off him, leaving the boy completely naked. Billy Paul giggled as his father did that and smacked his creamy white butt. He lifted the kid high in the air and then threw him into the lake. The sheriff was startled but the father was laughing.

"That boy swims like a fish" he said.

The boy surfaced only a few inches from the sheriff. He came up sputtering and laughing. He came up reaching for the sheriff but Randy was backing away from the boy into deeper water. He knew his cock had gotten hard as he watched the boy stripping and he didn't want Billy Paul to see his erection or the boy's father to know that his son made his dick hard. He was backing away as fast as he could but he tripped, falling backward into the water.

The sheriff came up sputtering and Billy Paul caught up to him. The naked boy now had both his arms around the sheriff's neck, his body right up against him in chest-deep water. He was now holding this naked boy to himself. He hadn't held his own son like this since was a toddler and it was not at all comfortable to the sheriff. He could feel the lad had a hard cock which was pressed against Randy's midsection. He tried to put the boy down but Billy Paul wasn't having it.

I want to play horse" the boy said.

The sheriff knew the game, where a boy would ride a man or another boy sitting on his shoulders.

"Sheriff, just relax and enjoy my son" the boy's father said. "He's just a playful guy. Enjoy him. These boys won't be young forever. We need to enjoy them while we can."

Andy flipped the boy up into a seated position on his shoulders. William began undressing. He removed his shoes, then his shorts. The man was wearing a pair of boxer briefs. He was a very muscular, very hairy man. He pulled off his boxers, revealing a very hard, uncut cock. The foreskin covered the head and he began moving toward Randy and Billy Paul. Randy didn't remember ever having seen another man with a full hard-on. If he had, he knew he would have looked away. It was just unseemly to be hard in front of another man. But William apparently didn't play by the old Gayberry rules. He walked toward Randy and Billy Paul.

"You look shocked, sheriff" the man said. "Surely you've seen another man with a hard-on. It happens all the time. What could be more natural?"

The man grabbed the sheriff's hard dick. Randy flinched but William held on.

"Don't be shy, sheriff" he said. "Just relax. Billy Paul told me he jacked you off last night. I don't mind at all. My boy likes dicks. It's just a fact of life and I'm good with it. I knew it the first time I took him to Homer's glory hole. After he finished and we headed home, Billy Paul told me he'd like to be on the other side of the hole."

"You mean you don't mind if Billy Paul wants to... ummmm... do that kind of thing?" the sheriff asked.

"You mean if Billy Paul wants to suck some dicks, sheriff?" he asked. "I don't mind that at all. I just hope he'll be the best little cocksucker in town."

William led the sheriff out of the water by his hard cock. When they got to the shore, the man lifted his son off the sheriff's shoulders. He told Andy to just lie back and relax as he sat down beside him.

"Get down there and please the sheriff, Billy Paul" the dad said.

Randy couldn't believe what was happening. Only one other male had ever touched his dick. That was Homer and it had been in the darkness of the bathroom at his small service station. He couldn't believe he was going to allow this boy to touch him here in the wide open spaces with the boy's own father watching them. But Randy laid back on the ground and closed his eyes.

"Go for it, Billy Paul," the dad said.

Sheriff Gaylor felt a hot tongue begin lapping on his big nuts. The tongue was warm and wet and felt amazing. The boy took one of his large orbs into his mouth and gently sucked on it. It was amazing as the boy switched to the other nut. Randy reached down to feel of his cock. It was hard as a rock and leaking like a sieve.

"Spread your legs, sheriff and let my boy get his tongue in there" William said.

Randy spread his legs and felt the boy's tongue begin to lick that sensitive spot just below his ball sac and just above his man hole. No one had ever gone there on the sheriff and he didn't even know that was done. He had let Homer play with his balls a little from time to time but no one had ever gone there with his tongue. It was scary how good it felt. Randy was feeling hot and was feeling the need to drain his nuts. He reached down to take hold of his cock and slide the skin back, exposing his cockhead.

Just as he got his skin slicked back, Randy felt the boy's dad grab his hand.

"Let the boy do it" he said. "He won't disappoint you."

The man held the sheriff's hand against the ground. The sheriff could have fought back but Billy Paul took that moment to swallow the sheriff's thick cock to the hilt. The sheriff gasped, surprised the boy could take his entire thick cock. The boy had his lips pressed into Sheriff Gaylor's thick brown bush as he began to contract his throat muscles on the sheriff's cock.

"Lordy Lord!" the sheriff shouted as t he boy worked on his cock. Billy Paul set up a rhythm as he bobbed up and down on the man's cock. Billy Paul stroked the man's big nuts with his soft hand while he sucked the man's dick. He moved the foreskin over the head of the cock, retracting it with each stroke. Randy opened his eyes and looked into the boy's beautiful deep blue eyes. He could tell the boy loved eating his cock. Billy Paul's dad tweaked Randy's nipples as he watched his boy eat the sheriff's cock.

"Take your time, son" he said. "Make that sheriff's daddy cock feel good. You know how to do it, boy."

The boy was speeding up his motion on the sheriff's cock and Randy was loving it. His dad was running his hand through the sheriff's thick pubes as his son sucked the man's thick cock.

"Oh Lordy, boy, don't stop".

Randy grabbed the boy's head and started moving it on and off his cock. Randy was ready to cum. He couldn't believe the boy's own father would want another man feeding cum to his son.

"You want me to feed your boy, William," the sheriff asked.

"Fuck yeah, sheriff, feed my boy" he said. "Feed him that hot cumload!"

Randy felt his load building deep in his nuts. He felt the boy rubbing his finger along his smooth perineum, close to his manhole. The sheriff gave in to pleasure as he closed his eyes and let his spunk fill the boy's mouth and his throat. Sheriff Gaylor laid back in the grass and closed his eyes, completely drained. Completely spent.

When the sheriff woke, he was still naked on the grass. It came back immediately to him what had happened. Last night with Billy Paul hadn't been a dream and he knew what had just happened was no dream. The boys was lying naked beside him. The sheriff looked over and the boy's father was lying there naked, playing with his own fat, uncut cock.

"That was quite a show, sheriff" the man said.

Randy realized he was lying there naked with his arm around the naked boy. Billy Paul had one of his hands down combing the sheriff's thick brown pubes. He closed his eyes again, trying to shut out the reality of the situation.

"Don't be worried, sheriff" the man said. "Nobody's going to know about this. I don't want my son getting a reputation as a homo. I've got far bigger plans for Billy Paul than being some gas station jockey who sucks dicks in a dark men's room. I know I can count on you to help me protect my boy. It'd certainly be in our best interests for no one to know about any of this. Don't you agree?"

"Well, I certainly do agree with that, Mr. Walker," the sheriff said, feeling a little more at ease.

"No need for formality between us, especially now, sheriff" the man said. "Please call me Will. All my friends do and we're going to be very good friends."

"Yes, siree, Will" the sheriff agreed.

The sheriff was trying to sit up but Billy Paul wasn't letting him do that. Billy Paul was now licking the man's neck and sticking his tongue in the older man's ear.

"Billy Paul" the sheriff said, "you don't need to do that. I really need to get along home now and check on my boy."

"Your boy is fine, sheriff," the man said. "His aunt is with him and I'm sure she takes good care of that boy. Just like I take care of my boy. I think Billy Paul's looking for a little gratitude from you for what he did, sheriff. I kind of think he deserves it too, don't you?"

Randy didn't like where this was headed.

"I think we may have a little misunderstanding here, Will" Sheriff Gaylor said. "I ain't interested in doing stuff with little boys. I ain't that kind of man."

"You were that kind of man when my little boy had your big old cock in Billy Paul's little mouth, shooting your spunk down his throat" the man said quietly. "It looked to me like you was liking my boy a whole lot while he was sucking on that big old daddy dick of yours. Now I don't expect much but I do expect my son to be treated fairly."

The man was still beating his own meat and Randy could see some droplets of pre-cum forming on the foreskin as he stroked.

"What is it exactly that you'd like for me to do for Billy Paul" the sheriff asked nervously.

"Look at that little willy of his sheriff" the man said. "That's about as hard as I've ever seen it. The boy told me you were touching his willy while you were bathing him last night. I'd like to see that."

"Mr. Walker," the sheriff began.

"I thought I told you to call me Will, sheriff" the man said. "I do want us to be friends. Billy Paul said you seemed to like touching him last night. Are you just shy about doing it in front of me?"

"No sir, Will," Randy said. "I don't like little boys."

"I think you do" Will said. "I think you like them a lot but you've never given in to what you wanted. I think it's time you gave in to your secret desires and touch my little boy's cock. Now, Billy Paul, you just lie down on your back beside the sheriff and let him get a good look at you."

The boy did as instructed. Randy had picked up on the man's thinly-disguised threats and was afraid not to comply. He ran on one of his hands over the boy's smooth little tummy. The boy moaned softly.

"Touch the boy's nipples, sheriff" the man said. "Billy Paul loves having his nipples played with."

Randy reached one of his big hands out and started to tweak the little nipple between his thumb and index finger. The boy moaned again as the nipple began to harden. He took his other hand and began to tease the boy's other nipple. The boy responded with soft moans. He looked up into the sheriff's eyes and flashed him a beautiful angel smile.

"That's not so bad is it, sheriff" the boy's dad asked him. "I'm just another father who loves to see his boy happy."

The man had gotten closer now. He was on his knees on the grass, still beating his meat, his thick cock leaking pre-cum. Randy noticed that the man's bush was almost as thick as his own and that the man seemed to have hair everywhere.

"I think those little nipples need licking, sheriff" the father said.

Randy knew this was more a command than a request and the boy's nipples did look tasty so Randy started licking and sucking on the tiny little nipples. Billy Paul grabbed one of his hands and tried to move it toward his hard little cock. Randy resisted for a moment, but then realized he might enjoy touching the boy. He reached down and rubbed his big hand over the boy's pubes. He still didn't have a full bush but a few cute little hairs were there. They were the softest thing the sheriff had ever touched.

"You like those boy pubes, don't you, sheriff?" the boy's father asked him. "If he takes after me and his big brother, he'll have a full crop in no time."

The sheriff found himself wanting to touch the boy's hard cock. The boy's father must have sensed it.

"Go ahead and touch that boy cock, sheriff" he said. "Slide that skin back and look at that pretty little cock. It's quite a sight to see. Go ahead. Get down there and look at it close."

Randy moved his head down to within inches of the boy's tiny hard cock. He continued using his hand to slide the boy's foreskin back and forth on the little spike with the boy moaning and breathing faster.

"Go ahead and lick the boy's nuts, sheriff" Will said. "You know you want to and it'll make my boy feel real good. Put your fucking tongue on those little boy nuts and take them in your mouth. Suck on those boy nuts."

Randy was now lapping at the boy's tiny, smooth sac now as he continued to move his hand on the boy's dick.

"Move on up and suck my kid's cock now, Randy" the man said. "You know you want it and it's what my boy wants. He's about ready for his climax. The boy ain't spunked yet, but it could happen any day. Maybe today's his lucky day and yours. Get down on that boy cock now, sheriff."

Randy did exactly that. He opened his mouth and took the boy's little cock and his smooth nut sack into his mouth and started sucking. The boy went over the top as his breathing became panting. His little body went rigid and he grabbed the sheriff's curly brown hair, trying to hold his head still. As Billy Paul had his dry climax, his father had a very wet one, spunking all over his son's face.

Billy Paul held the sheriff's head still with his little cock in the man's mouth as his hypersensitivity lessened. The boy's father was lying on his back, his arms spread wide with traces of semen on his now spent and rapidly softening uncut meat.

Once the boy released the sheriff's head, he lay back on the grass between the father and son. Randy wasn't bothered as much by his total nudity as he had been earlier.

Billy Paul's father spoke first.

"Sheriff" the man said, "Billy Paul tells me that Dopie hasn't shown any signs of growing any pubes. Are you not getting a little concerned about that?"

"No, Will," the sheriff said, "I think he's just maybe a little later than some boys. I expect he'll be sproutin' some of them red hairs about any day now."

"Billy Paul tells me just about all the boys in his grade are already getting some hair down there" the man said. "He says there's one boy with pretty much a full patch on him. If it were my boy I might want to get him checked. I tell you what. The pediatrician I take Billy Paul to is up in Raleigh. My boy's due for a check- up pretty soon. Why don't I call and make an appointment for your boy too?"

"I don't think that'll be necessary, Will" the sheriff said.

"Oh, but I insist" the man said. "The pediatrician is a very good friend of mine and it'll be better to catch it early if there is a problem with your boy. After all, he's your only chance at being a grandpaw unless you get busy and find yourself a young wife."

"Well, Will, I don't see that happenin' any time soon" the sheriff said. "I think Dopie's just fine."

"As I said earlier, I insist" the man said. "I'll get the appointments and give you a call."