Welcome to Gayberry – 36
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"Well, that couldn't have gone better" Randy said once they were back in the car. "Doctor, that was a masterful performance."
"Sure was" William said. "That boy thinks you cut his nuts off and he's just been banded. Where did you learn to use that device so beautifully?
"You probably didn't know but my wife and I had a large cattle ranch for a number of years. We also raised horses. Once it was gone, I just lost interest and sold the place. That's when I bought the place I live in now. It's still far too much room for me but I enjoy doing some gardening from time to time and I raise flowers. I would love for you guys to come out to visit some time. I still have a large pool which doesn't get much use. I'd love to have some boys swimming around in it."
"Thanks, doc, we'd love to bring our wild boys out for a visit" William said. "You just say when!"
"We need to run by my house and Tara Bedford's before we pick up our boys" Randy said.
They went first to Randy's. Aunt Flea was finishing some cookies for the Saturday bake sale. The men took seats in the living room and Randy told Aunt Flea to bring them glasses of iced tea. Randy went upstairs to gather the clothes he would need for the coming weekend. Mr. Lee was working in the bathroom which he was renovating for the sheriff.
"Mr. Lee, how are you, sir?" the sheriff inquired.
"I am fine" the man said. "Just missing my helper. Kurt's a very good worker but this is really easy now that the main shower installation is done. I just really miss the boy's company. He's one of the sweetest boys I've ever known and a smart, hard worker."
"I couldn't agree more, Mr. Lee," the sheriff said. "How is your wife?" he asked.
"Still very touch and go. Thank you for asking" Mr. Lee answered. "She is happily back at home now and feeling much better. Her sister is here to take care of her and the children. We are having a bit of a feud right now but I think we will work things out."
"Oh, is that right?" Randy asked.
"Yes, sir" he said. "You know we've had a baby almost every year for several years. This pregnancy was the hardest and the doctor says it won't be safe for us to have any more. Our religion prohibits us using any form of birth control. I've tried that pullin' out stuff but it doesn't work for us. It just feels too damned good when I've got my hard pecker inside that puss. And I think I make too much juice before I cross the goal line, if you know what I mean."
They both laughed.
"So I don't know how we'll make it work but I refuse to risk her life for my own pleasure" Mr. Lee said. "I guess I'll be makin' a lot more stops at the service station to see Homer. I got no problem with a man swingin' on my piece. Can't really tell the difference. A mouth's a mouth. I know I can't make it through a day without emptyin' my nuts. I'll have to figure it out. I hope I ain't embarrassed you, sheriff."
"Not at all, Mr. Lee" the sheriff said. "I'm comin' to enjoy these kinds of talks. That ain't always been the case but I'm openin' up a lot thanks in large part to my new buddy William Walker."
Randy felt his cock hardening during this talk with the swarthy, handsome man who was the very picture of masculinity. The plumber always showed a huge crotch bulge and he had very hairy arms and dark hair trying to escape from the neck of his white undershirts. Randy began to rub his crotch, feeling his own hard cock beneath the fabric.
Mr. Lee noticed and stood up, facing the sheriff, only a couple of feet between them. Their eyes locked. Mr. Lee gave an almost imperceptible nod as he began to rub his own crotch. It was apparent he had a hard piece of meat in the pants.
Both men silently rubbed his own crotch, their eyes locked and unblinking. Then Mr. Lee unzipped his jeans, revealing his white jockey briefs. Randy unzipped his khaki uniform pants, revealing his starched white boxer shorts. It was almost as if each man was daring the other to reveal his meat first. Randy made the first move, unbuckling his belt, opening his pants and sliding his pants and his underwear to his knees, revealing his fully erect, uncut piece, the foreskin still covering the cockhead. Mr. Lee wasted no time in following suit, quickly unsnapping his jeans and lowering his tight jeans and his Jockey briefs to his knees. His thick hard cock snapped out as the waistband cleared his hard piece. Randy began to stroke his cock, slowly at first as Mr. Lee mirrored him, doing the same. Mr. Lee immediately started dripping pre-cum. What he had said was the absolute truth. The man was producing more juice than many men produce when they climax. The liquid was clear and Mr. Lee swiped his finger around his cockhead under his foreskin and put the finger to his mouth, seeming to like the taste. Randy was producing some pre-cum too, although not in the quantity Mr. Lee was. He too swiped his finger across the wet cockhead and tasted his cum. Both men gave slight smiles as they sped up their rate of cock stroking. In less than three minutes, both men were getting close. Their strokes were rapid now, both men working their foreskins over their fat cockheads. Mr. Lee began making very quiet, low guttural sounds as he pounded his meat furiously, wanting release. Randy matched his strokes as he used his other hand to pull his shirt and undershirt up to his chest, baring his hairy belly and his very thick, wild, dark brown bush. Mr. Lee again mirrored him, his thick jet black bush and hairy belly exposed. The men's cocks were less than an inch apart as each began to empty his man cream onto the other's cock and thick pubes. Both men shot significant loads, but Mr. Lee's was clearly larger. Randy's belly and bush were dripping with the man's white, creamy load and Randy's hot cum was in Mr. Lee's thick black bush. Mr. Lee reached over and swiped a finger full of his own cream from Randy's pubes and extended his finger to Randy. Randy opened his mouth and Mr. Lee put his finger into the sheriff's mouth. Randy cleaned every bit of the man's tasty, sweet cream and he then did the same for Mr. Lee.
No words spoken, Mr. Lee turned to the sink and turned on the warm water, wetting two wash clothes. One he extended to Randy and one he used on himself. The men exchanged smiles and pulled up their pants. Randy left the bathroom area and began to pack clothes for the weekend as Mr. Lee went back to his work as if the interlude had never happened.
Randy carefully packed the clothes he would need for the weekend. It took about five minutes and as he was leaving he walked back into the bathroom area.
"Mr. Lee, that was a pleasure" Randy said with a smile, extending his hand.
"Thank you, sheriff," he said. My first name is Robert and most of my friends call me Bob. I'd be honored if you'd do the same."
"Gladly Bob" the sheriff said with a smile. "I'd enjoy an encore any time you feel the need. You know I'm down at the court house most days so I'd love for you to drop in any time. I have a back room behind the jail that's a lot more private than the service station. If you're wantin' to experiment, I'm always ready to do that myself. I ain't got the most experience with all of this but there ain't much I won't try with a handsome, manly man like yourself."
Mr. Lee smiled a wide smile, showing his perfect teeth.
"You can bet I'll be stopping in there" Bob said as they parted. "I don't have much experience with this stuff, other than letting a man just suck me off. But I'm willin' to learn new things if it's as hot as what just happened in this bathroom."
Randy went back downstairs, smiling broadly.
"Well, if it ain't the Cheshire cat" William said knowingly "I've seen you pack before and you're about as fast as anyone I've known. You certainly took your time upstairs. "
"Sorry, guys, I did run into Mr. Lee and he had a couple of questions about the renovation" Randy said.
Doc picked up on the looks and they all exchanged knowing smiles.
"Oh Randy, sakes alive, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages" Aunt Flea started."I've been so busy getting all these baked good ready and the mayor's wife kind of disappeared and we've been trying to help the Colonel in his store and I just don't know if I'm coming or going."
"Aunt Flea, in case you aren't aware, I've been a pretty busy man myself with the Colony nearly burning to the ground, attacks on the high school and the goddamned klan runnin' wild in our town. I may have been a little preoccupied with other thangs besides your bullshit."
"Sakes alive, Randy," she said. "Watch you language. I just wanted to know if you can pick me up to go to the rehearsal tonight."
"Why would you need to be at the pageant dress rehearsal?" he asked. You sure as hell can't be in a pageant unless they're crowning a Miss Gayberry horse's ass!"
"Because I'm the only one who can get Tara into that gorgeous gown her son created for her" Aunt Flea said. "It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. It just shimmers from top to bottom. It's so daring. I'd never have the nerve to wear such but Tara has taken good care of herself. Why no other woman our age would wear a strapless gown. I'm a bit embarrassed to even tell you, but the fabric is so delicate she won't be able to wear any undergarments at all. The fabric is just paper thin and it sparkles. It takes us thirty minutes at least to get her into it. Why she has nothing but an elastic band around her upper chest and each layer of fabric is draped over that band, like beautiful, shimmering petals."
"That's enough" Aunt Flea!" Randy said. "I couldn't give less than a shit about what that vile old cunt is wearing now or any fucking time. You know how I feel about that old bitch yet you seem to just idolize her! If I didn't know what a virtuous woman you are I'd swear that bitch is lappin' at your cunt."
"Language, Randy," Flea said automatically. "You know Tara has been my best friend ever since I moved here. Why she was the first Miss Gayberry and she represents all of us women in this town."
"That gown sound interesting" William said. "It almost sounds like the fabric is as light and thin as paper."
"Oh yes," Flea said enthusiastically. "All the panels have to be place perfectly over the elastic for it to work and I'm the only one who knows how to do it."
"Sounds lovely" William said. "I don't know many women brave enough to wear a gown made of paper. Do you have a sample of the fabric we could see? I find this very interesting."
"Oh yes, "she said. "I have several of the leftover pieces. It's called tissue lame' and it's light as a feather."
She moved to her sewing machine and pulled several pieces of shimmering, almost transparent pieces of a light blue fabric out of her drawer.
"May I borrow this?" William asked. "I would love to show it to my dear wife. She might love to have a gown made of something like this."
"Of course you can have it" Flea said gushingly. "It's so delightful to find a man who appreciates the finger things and pays attention to the things we girls care about. Now, Randy, you will pick me up by a quarter of seven?"
"Either I will run by and get you or I'll have Arney do it" Randy said.
"Is it true what I've been hearing all day, Randy?" Aunt Flea asked.
"I don't have any idea what you've been hearing" he said. "The way you hens are gossiping constantly, I can't keep up with your bullshit!"
"Language, Randy" she said. "What I've been hearing is that Ben Whaley fired that nice little assistant principal, Mr. Barrow and hired the principal from the colony school. Tara was very upset about that as their families go way back. I also heard that he has allowed all of those nig..."
"Stop right there, Aunt Flea!" the sheriff said, getting right in her face. "If I ever hear that word from you again, you will be out of this house immediately. I will not tolerate it and you better take this seriously. I don't want my son raised hearing that word and it better not pass your fuckin' lips again if I'm in earshot. I better not even hear about you usin' that word. If I do, you'll be out of here on your ass. You can move into the Buttercup motel and try to sell some of that tired old pussy or you can move in with your vile racist bitch friend, Mrs. Bedford and you can lap each other's pussies till the fucking cows come home. But it will not be tolerated in this house. Not now and not ever!"
"Language, language, language, Randy" she said. "Now you boys run along and get your business done and I'll see you a little before seven."
They got in the car and the doc and William were laughing.
"I can't believe you use that kind of language with Aunt Flea" William said. "She's constantly on your ass about it."
"I don't think she really even hears it any more. It's like she just shuts it out and stays in her own little world of cookies, butternut cakes and chocolate pies." he said as they pulled into the circular driveway of the Bedford home. The home was the largest and most beautiful in the downtown area of Gayberry. It had six huge snow white columns and a front porch that ran the entire width of the house. It had been used in numerous photo shoots over the years and was on the front cover of many local magazines. Every bride who came from a good family was expected to have her engagement photo taken beside one of those gleaming white columns. The grounds, while small, were pristine, with neatly trimmed nandenas, azaleas and holly bushes. There was a black man trimming the hollies as they arrived. He nodded at the men and continued his work. The men went to the front door and pushed the button for the doorbell. They could clearly hear bells chiming the first phrase of `Dixie" William almost lost it as he began to sing "oh I wish I was in the land of cotton'. It was only when doc punched him that he regained his composure.
An older black woman in a maid's stiffly starched uniform and white apron answered the door.
"Oh hello, Mr. Randy" she greeted him. "How ya durin'" she asked.
"I'm fine, Liza" the sheriff answered. "Just fine. Is Mrs. Bedford at home?"
"She is, sheriff, but she's having her afternoon lie down. She don't like to be disturbed durin' her afternoon lie down."
"I understand that, Liza, but it is imperative I speak with her immediately" the sheriff said.
"But sheriff, I don't..."
"Take me to her Liza" the sheriff ordered. "Now. I don't care how mad she is. If she retaliates on you, you let me know. I'll take care of things."
Liza silently led the men up the grand, curved staircase to double doors. She lightly tapped on the door. There was no answer."
"She sleeps pretty deep" Liza said.
"That will be all, Liza" the sheriff said. "We can take it from here."
"Yes, sir, sheriff" Liza said. "But she ain't gonna like this."
The maid left silently. Randy flung the doors open. The shades were drawn and the room very dark. He walked to the window and noisily raised one of the large shades, letting bright afternoon light spill into the room. He switched the light switch, lighting up the room completely.
"Wake up, wake up, Mrs. Bedford" he said loudly. "I have come to offer a much-owed apology" the sheriff said.
The woman was awake now but completely disoriented by this unusual intrusion. It took some time for her to gather her wits.
"What are you doing in my boudoir, sheriff" she asked angrily. "No man has been allowed in this room since my dear husband died. Not even my own sons. This is unforgivable, especially after the way I was treated earlier today."
"Yes it is, ma'am, which is why I felt we simply must come here and offer apologies to you personally."
"These were words she welcomed.
"I was appalled at the way you treated me and that nice young Mr. Barrow this morning, sheriff. I knew you had made a mistake and would come to your senses. Nevertheless I have contacted my son in New York and he is supposed to get back to me with the name of a lawyer to handle this. I'm afraid I will have to insist you surrender your badge, sir. Your aunt is my dear friend, but your behavior has been shameful and intolerable. I insist that Mr. Barrow be reinstated as permanent principal of our school. Nothing less will satisfy me. "
"I do understand your position, dear lady, and I find our behavior unforgivable as well. I can assure you your requests are under consideration and it is entirely possible the governor will handle all of this when he arrives. I can assure you that you will have all the face time with Governor North you would like to discuss these things. I just beg your forgiveness as I don't want anything to spoil this glorious weekend. I hope you will accept my apologies. I will have a car pick you up for the rehearsal this evening. I understand my dear aunt will be assisting you in dressing so I will have a car fetch both of you in time to get you to the theatre by seven this evening."
"Why thank you, sheriff" she said. "I am glad to see you have come to your senses and I am sorry I simply cannot support your continued service in the position of sheriff. I hope you understand."
"I do indeed" the sheriff said. "You are the closest thing our fair town has to royalty and I know my actions were simply intolerable. You may expect your car to arrive in a few hours and we will return you after the rehearsal."
"Thank you, sheriff" she said. "I hope this will teach you a lesson and you can adequately rehabilitate yourself and your reputation."
The men left the house and were able to repress their laughter until they were in their car and leaving the fine home.
"What a cunt!" the doctor said. "My dear wife would never allow me to use that word. But that woman fits the very definition of a cunt! I believe she would even have pronounced Tara Bedford the cunt of the world!"
"That bitch is pure evil" William said.
"I hope you are planning on joining us this evening" Randy said to the doctor.
"I was hoping you might invite me" he said. "This is the most fun I've had in years. I'll run home and shower and dress."
"Why don't you pack enough for the weekend?" Randy asked. "We still have plenty of room in Ben's big assed house. If we start running short on room, we'll just take over Tara Bedford's big house. She thinks it's Tara from Gone with the Wind and she sees herself as Scarlett O'fuckinghara!"
They laughed all the way to the school. The boys were just being released and Kurt, Mark and Jimmy were gathering them in front of the auditorium. They all loaded into two cars with the sheriff driving one and Jimmy the other and headed for Ben's home. When they arrived, the doctor left to go to his home and pack for the weekend, saying he would meet them back at Ben's in time to leave for the school. The younger boys all went in to see Coach Thomas and tell him about their day.
Randy and William started dishing up ice cream with the older boys when they looked up to see Coach Thomas in his robe, come into the breakfast room, surrounded by the boys.
"Look, he's walking!" Jeffy said.
Mark went over and hugged his father affectionately. Coach appeared to be quite steady on his feet and he moved to a sitting position in a kitchen chair with minimal wincing.
"Should you be doing this, coach?" William asked.
"I managed to stay in that bed all day" the coach answered. "I knew the doctor would have a conniption if I got up without someone here. I'm really tired of pissing in that bottle" he said. "I was hoping the doc would be here and maybe remove those last stitches. They're really itchy and I think they're ready to come out."
"Doc will be back in time for us all to leave for the pageant dress rehearsal" William said. "I'm sure he won't mind taking a look. He'll be staying here with us for the rest of the weekend. He's so good with the younger boys and they all adore him. It'LL be nice to have an extra hand with getting the boys all dressed and transported to the various events."
"Oh yeah, we've got the outfits for the boys in the trunk of the car with our tuxedoes" Jimmy said as he and Kurt headed out the door.
"What outfits?" Randy asked.
"Mr. Blount had outfits done for all the boys" Jimmy explained. "He got them out of class and measured them. Pepe too. They have navy double-breasted blazers with the Gayberry crest on them and white pants. He also got them all pastel shirts and khakis for the party tomorrow night. He did the same for Kurt, Mark and me. He says we have to look sharp for the governor and Mr. Levin."
"Wow, that's a surprise!" William said. "These guys spare no expense. You guys need to be really careful not to soil your outfits."
"That's the coolest part" Mark said. "They sent the outfits home so we could all dress here tonight for the dress rehearsal. We all have a locker and hanging space in the men's dressing room so we all need to take a change of clothes. We'll all change after the rehearsal and hang our clothes in the dressing room. Then the wardrobe ladies, Miss Stephens and Miss Bishop, will come in and check everything and do any cleaning or pressing between the rehearsal tonight and the pageant on Saturday."
"You guys could get spoiled really easily" the coach said. "But that's all right. We need to do some spoiling."
Mark was sitting beside his father he leaned in and gave his father a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, son" the coach said as he put his arm around his handsome ginger son.
The boys had finished their ice cream, had cleared the table and were heading to take their new clothes downstairs to their large room. All without being told to do so.
"What a great group of boys!" Coach Thomas said.
"I don't know what we did to deserve them!" William said.
"They're quite a sexy group too" the sheriff said as he watched the coach rearrange his dick in his sweatpants.
"Looks like you're needing some attention, Coach" William teased.
"It's been a while" the man responded. "Just a few days ago I thought I'd never want to even think about that stuff again. Now I'm hard as a rock and ready to roll."
Ben walked in just as all the boys came back upstairs, all of them dressed in different colored Speedos.
"Where did those come from?" Randy asked.
"They were also presents from Mr. Churchill and Mr. Blount" Mark said. "They suggested we all wear them under our slacks tomorrow to the party at the plantation in case we decide we might want to go swimming. The party is at the Blount Plantation pool and it sounds pretty fancy. We wanted to show you our new suits but we aren't going to swim in them" the boy said as they all began taking their suits off. Jimmy collected all the suits and headed downstairs with them as all the boys headed bare-assed out to the pool. Jimmy returned shortly after that, headed to the pool, wearing only his cock cage.
"What is that contraption on that boy's penis?" Coach Thomas asked."
"Your son's got one too" the sheriff said. "You've missed quite a bit while you were recuperating."
The men proceeded to fill him in on everything that had happened, including all the events at the school and in the colony. He could hardly believe the school had been integrated so swiftly and successfully.
"I went ahead and appointed Gerome as assistant principal" Ben said. "I had planned to appoint you but I think it will help for the community to see a black man in a position of authority. I think it also gives the new students a sense of pride seeing one of their own as a leader."
"I couldn't agree more, Ben," Coach Thomas said. "A coach doesn't have time to do that job if he's doing the job he should do as a coach. I think was another wise decision by the man I love."
The coach reached over and planted a kiss on Ben's mouth.
"Gerome and Greg are both athletes and have offered to assist you in any way they can" Ben said. "I am giving up the coaching duties I was handling as I feel I need to devote full time and all my efforts into administration of the school. There's one other thing Gerome and Greg shared with us today. Hey have always been really close. They were born only eleven months apart. They say they've been sexually involved with one another as long as they can remember. It's always just been natural for them. When they were at NC State, both on scholarships, they ended up sharing an apartment with a white female. Both of them were sleeping with her and she enjoyed seeing them have sex together. No one else knew about their arrangement. Well, they used rubbers to prevent pregnancy, but someone slipped up. The girl got pregnant. She didn't want a baby but Gerome and Greg did. They convinced her to have the kid and after it was born she ended up leaving. But she surrendered any parental rights. They don't know which of them is actually Gerry's father and it doesn't matter. The kid has always called Gerome dad and Greg `uncle' because at the time Greg was about to start medical school and they just felt Gerome would be a more stable father figure."
"Does the kid know about this?" Coach Thomas asked.
"Yes, Marv" Ben said. "Gerome and Greg have always slept together. When Gerry was ten years old, he had started to hear some stuff about the birds and the bees. He came and got in bed with them one night and started exploring sexually. The guys welcomed him and they have slept together ever since. He knows about his own origins and has absolutely no problem with it."
"Kids are amazing" Coach said."We were so stressed about how Jeffy would react to learning that Ben was his biological father. Hell, he and Walt had already figured things out before we even did."
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for a little pool time with our boys" Ben said as he started to disrobe.
He really was a tall guy at 6'6". His chest was mostly smooth, but he revealed light brown pits with very thick hair. He had a light treasure trail on his flat tummy.
"I'll admit I'm jealous" the coach said. "I can't wait to get in the pool with all of you guys I will also tell you something Ben probably won't like. I think I am able to go to the track and field events in the morning. I really want to see our boys and all my students and see how they perform. It's really important to me."
"Marv," I'm afraid you may be rushing things" Ben said. "I don't want anything to set back the miraculous healing you've already had. I've been fantasizing about having your ginger ass in my bed for a very long time and I'm not going to let you fuck that up now that we've finally figured things out. I want you fit and ready to give me a good fucking."
"How about if you let the doc take a look when he gets here?" William asked. "Can both of you agree to let him have the final say and agree to abide by his opinion? We know he has Marv's best interests at heart."
"Absolutely" Marv said.
"Perfect" Ben said as he removed his pants. He had muscular legs and when he removed his briefs he had a surprisingly thick shock of brown pubes and a nice, thick circumcised cock with a perfect circumcision line. The head on his cock was very big, like a giant mushroom.
"Damn, that's a big cockhead, Ben!" William exclaimed. "Not sure I've ever seen one that fat and juicy but I haven't really had a chance to observe a lot of cut cocks. I think they're very interesting and I wouldn't mind the opportunity."
"Maybe when Marv is all healed, we can have a little get together and you can examine my cock all you want to" Ben said.
"You won't have a problem with that, coach?" William asked.
"Absolutely not" the coach said. "We're past all the petty jealousy bullshit. We plan to live our lives and raise our boys without all the crap that caused us so much pain. I love that man and his pretty cock and I want anyone who's interested to share that love. Those are the lessons we want to teach our boys too. I know Ben's a good looking man and I want him to have all the pleasure he can have with me or when I'm not around. I'm confident now that he loves me. I know that I love him too and nobody can change that. We can have all the pleasure we want in our lives and that doesn't cheapen our commitment to each other."
Randy and William were both naked as they all headed to the pool for some wet fun with the boys. All three men groped their cocks, as men do when they first free their equipment from the confines of underwear. Marv carefully walked slowly out with them and took a comfortable chair at poolside, watching all the naked boys play together.