Welcome to Gayberry – 5
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When they arrived at the Thomas home, the sheriff again reminded Jeffy that he better not breathe a word about the events of the afternoon. Jeffy's father answered the door, dressed in nothing but a pair of white cotton boxer shorts. Randy was taken aback that anyone would answer the door in such a state as modesty was very important in his own home. The man was a tall, muscular man with bright red hair on his heed and a crop that matched on his chest and in his pits. He also had a treasure trail which was lighter, with more of a blond tinge to it. His legs were also covered in light, reddish blonde hair. The man seemed totally un-self-conscious about being nearly naked. He had the body of an athlete which was logical as he was the coach of the football and wrestling teams at the high school. Randy thought he smelled alcohol on the man but he didn't seem at all inebriated so he let the thought pass. Mr. Thomas invited him in to have a seat. Jeffy went into the living room with them and took a seat.
"Mr. Tomas, I really think it might be better for Jeffy not to be present while we have our discussion. The boys gave me some trouble this afternoon and I think we probably should discuss it. I cautioned them several times that they were playing too rough but they didn't seem to listen and they ended up getting into a scuffle. I do not allow boys to fight at my home so, after they ignored a number of warnings, I took them upstairs to punish them. I then left them standing in separate corners of my son's room. A little while later, I went upstairs to check on them and found the boys in the bathroom. They had both gotten into my shaving cream and had made an awful mess. I am embarrassed to tell you the next part, but I feel I have to be honest about what happened. My son had a very thick patch of bright red pubic hair over his little boy pecker when I bathed him last night. I walked in and found that patch of red hair in the toilet, along with a few pubes, the color of the hair on your boy's head. Jeffy was holding the razor and my son said Jeffy had insisted he shave both boys of all their pubes. My son was immediately sorry for doing that. In our home, we don't take to boys and men bein' naked around one another. It ain't fittin' and it ain't healthy. A lot of abnormal stuff can happen."
"So Jeffy shaved not only his own pubes, but your son's as well?" C9oach Thomas asked.
"That's certainly the way it looked to me" the sheriff lied. "Your son had the razor in one of his hands and the shaving cream can in the other. I believe that would be a logical conclusion."
"I would too if my boy hadn't been so proud of those pubes he was growing." Coach Thomas said. "He was so jealous of his older brother Mark and the patch he had. I think Jeffy checked every day to see if he had any so I find it strange he'd cut them off. He thought about joining the swim team but changed his mind when I told him he'd have to shave his patch."
"All I know is what I saw" the sheriff lied.
"I don't doubt your word, but I do find it strange" Coach Marv said. "You think they may have been beating off together and things got out of control?'
"I should certainly hope not, coach!" Randy said, amazed that a man he barely knew would speak so openly about a forbidden topic.
"I'm a coach and I'm around naked and near-naked boys all day" the coach said. "I reckon it's just something you get used to."
"Don't you have a wife around?" the sheriff asked. "I can't be thinkin' she'd be all right with that kind of thing. "
"I have a wife and a daughter but neither one of them is hardly ever around" the coach said. "Sure she gripes about it but we don't pay her much attention. It's just not a big deal around here."
Just then a boy walked through the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. He was taller than Jeffy but shorter than the coach so the sheriff figured Jeffy must have a big brother and this must be him.
"I need a soda out of the fridge" the boy said. "Can I get you anything ad?"
"Yeah, I could use a beer if you'd grab me one" the coach answered. "Then you need to come in here and meet the sheriff. Sheriff, would you care for a beer?"
"I don't think so, but thank you" Randy said, feeling very uncomfortable in the presence of two nearly nude people he barely knew. He also realized his own cock was hardening though he didn't understand why that was happening.
"This is my older boy, Mark" Coach said as the boy walked up and shook Randy's hand, totally un self-conscious about wearing only a jockstrap.
"The sheriff tells me that Jeffy shaved his pubes off" the coach told his older son. "You know anything about that?"
"No, dad" the boy answered. "It's hard to believe. He's been so proud of them. He's always saying how he hopes his will be as bushy as mine and yours."
"Why don't you show the sheriff that thick fiery bush of yours, son?" the father asked. "The boy's got a thatch almost as thick as his father. Go ahead and pull that jock down and who him that bush, son."
"Oh, the sheriff probably isn't interested in my pubes, dad" Mark said. "Do as I said or you'll be over my knee" the coach ordered. "The sheriff's already had to redden your little brother's ass today and you better believe I'll do the same for you if you don't follow instructions. You know I don't permit that in my house."
"I'm sorry, dad" Mark said. "I didn't mean to talk back."
"Don't let it happen again" the coach said. "Is that a new jockstrap?"
"Yes, sir" Mark answered. "It's the first time I've had it on. "
"We go through a lot of jockstraps in this house" the coach said. "I really prefer a jock to these goddamned boxers as a rule but when I'm just taking it easy around the house, the boxers are okay. Are you sure that pouch isn't a little tight, son? It looks pretty full."
"Maybe I'm just growing down there" the boy chuckled."
"Come over here, boy and let me check it" the coach said. "It's never good to have a jock too tight. It's not good for the circulation."
The top of the boy's fiery bush was spilling out the sides of the pouch and it looked as if the boy might be generously endowed. Randy found himself unable to take his eyes off the handsome ginger boy, wondering if his own ginger son would ever look anything like this.
"Come here, son" the coach said. "Stand here in front of me and let me check that pouch."
"Mark did as instructed and stood erect and still in front of his father as his dad felt the pouch of his jockstrap.
"Feels a little bit full" the coach remarked. "Also feels like you're getting a little bit hard too. Are you feeling turned on?"
"A little dad" Mark said. "You know it feels good to be touched and I almost always get hard if I know somebody's looking at me. I like being looked at and touched."
"What boy doesn't?" the coach asked as he pulled down the waistband of the jockstrap, revealing a beautiful carrot-colored patch of red pubic hair. "Have you ever seen a thatch of red pubes like that? He takes after his old man for sure. That cock's still growing too. I believe you're going to be fine in that department, son."
The coach pulled the jock down further, exposing a beautiful, average sized circumcised cock which was semi-erect. The father took it between his thumb and index finger, waving it at the sheriff.
"I believe my little boy's about grown up sheriff" the coach said. "That's getting to be a real big boy dick. He's been making juice since before he was twelve. Jeffy hasn't made any yet but I wouldn't be surprised if it happened any time."
"You sure seem to know about what's going on in your son's private lives" the sheriff commented, still barely able to take his eyes off the handsome ginger boy so near him.
"Of course I do" the coach said. "It's a father's responsibility to make sure his boys are developing properly. What kind of dad doesn't keep an eye on things to make sure all the plumbing's working? Is your plumbing working all right, son?"
"Yes, sir, I believe it is, dad" Mark answered. "Everything seems to be working all right."
"Have you already jacked off today, son?" the coach asked his boy.
"Dad, we don't really know the sheriff here" Mark asked, obviously embarrassed at the question.
"I asked you a question and I expect an answer, Mark" the coach said sharply. "Have you beat your meat today?"
"Not yet, dad" the boy said. "I was kind of waiting till Jeffy got home but then I started getting hard so I was going to do it when I heard the doorbell. But I don't think the sheriff wants to hear all this stuff about our private lives."
"That is not your decision son, and I don't much like your attitude" Coach Marv said. "I haven't had you over my knee in a while and I think it's time for a few licks. Go and get me a beer and then you're going over my knee, boy."
"Yes, sir" Mark said, looking sheepish.
"Are you sure you want to do this in front of me?" the sheriff asked Coach. "I think the boy is embarrassed and we barely know each other."
"That's the point, sheriff" the coach said. "It's very embarrassing for a boy to be seen over his father's knee once he's started sprouting hair. A boy won't remember the pain of a spanking. That pain fades real fast. But a boy will remember being humiliated by being forced to get his clothes off and being spanked in front of other people. Now if you don't want to watch, that's another thing."
"Oh no, no, no, sir" the sheriff said quickly. "I only have one young son and I'm still learnin' about how to raise a boy. I appreciate all the help you're willing to give me."
"It's important to keep them in their place" the coach said. "That's true of a father or a coach or a sheriff. Any man in control has to take that control and exert it regularly. If you let a boy get by with anything, they'll push harder the next time."
Mark was back with his father's beer and he stood nervously, looking first at his father then at the sheriff. The boy was blushing in anticipation of what he knew was coming.
"Dad, I'm really sorry" the boy said. "I didn't mean to get sassy with you. This is really embarrassing. Do you have to do this now?"
"Of course I do, son" the man said. "You have to learn to think before you speak. Once words are out of your mouth, you can't take them back. Now get over my knees here and you're going to get twenty licks."
"Please,dad, not twenty" Mark said. "Isn't ten enough?"
"Hush, son" the coach said. "One more word and I'll add ten more. You know how things work in this house."
"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, dad" Mark said as he bent over the coach's knees, his hands on the floor in front of him and his beautiful teen bubble butt bare except for the straps of the jock. Randy wished he could move to a position so he could see the boy's hole but he didn't want the man or the boy to know of his interest.
Coach Marv began the spanking, having the boy count each swat out loud. The coach had large hands and each swat made a loud sound in the quiet house. After only three hard swats, the boy's cheeks were getting red and the boy was silently shedding tears.
"Go ahead and cry it out, boy" the coach told his son. "There's no shame in crying. You know that. Let it out, but don't lose your count or we start all over. You know the rules in this house.
"Come over here and look at this red boybutt" the coach said to the sheriff.
Randy was delighted to hear those words as he was dying to catch a glimpse of the boy's hole. He was curious whether the boy had any of the fiery hairs around his hole like he did on his head and over his boycock.
"That's what I'd call a red ass" the coach chuckled as he continued the swats. At eight swats, he again paused.
"Come on here a little closer, sheriff and feel how these cheeks are" the coach told him as he rested his big hand on the small of the boy's back. "Don't be shy. It's just us boys and men here. You don't mind the sheriff touching your red butt do you, son?"
"No, sir, dad" Mark answered, sniffing.
"I bet he's going to have a hairy ass like his old man but I'm not seeing anything there yet except a little blonde hair beginning to grow. I think it'll turn red soon enough. I had an ass covered in blonde hair until I started college, then it just began to darken one day. Now my ass is covered in hair the same color as my boy's pubes. You know we redheaded men have the pinkest holes on earth. I bet your boy will have one too. Don't be afraid. Pull those cheeks apart and look at the boyhole."
"Are you sure?" the sheriff asked. "You don't mind me touching your son and looking at his hole?"
"Why in the world would I mind? The coach asked. "You've already helped me out today by disciplining my younger son. Now you're helping me out with my older boy. As a matter of fact, I'm going to give him two more and then, if you don't mind, I'd like you to give him the other ten while I get Jeffy down here for his punishment. My boys know if they get it at school or at somebody else's house, they get it when they get home. I don't tolerate foolishness."
Randy found his hands trembling as he felt the boy's smooth, rounded buttcheeks and spread them to reveal a beautiful pink slit, made all the more vivid by his creamy white skin. Randy found himself wanting to taste the hole, an urge he didn't remember having had before. The coach was smiling at him as he released the boy's cheeks and his father gave him two more very hard swats.
"Okay, stand up, son" his father instructed. "Go get your little brother and both of you get down here naked. And leave the clothes upstairs. I want you both buck naked when you come back."
"Randy could barely believe how the afternoon was going. His cock was hard in his own boxers and he thought he had sent he coach adjusting his own crotch but he wasn't sure. Everything that was going on felt unnatural but also very exciting. He was really liking the way the coach seemed to have his boys under control and both seemed to obey very well.
"I think I'll get another beer while we're waiting" the coach said. "Are you sure you won't join me?"
"Actually, I think I might enjoy a cold beer" the sheriff said, wanting to be this man's friend. Coach was everything the sheriff admired, a strong, masculine manly man and a strict but good father as far as he could see.
"Okay, boys, you have th8irty seconds to be down here buck naked or the number of licks doubles" the coach yelled upstairs. Both boys were back with plenty of time to spare. Both boys were now naked. Jeffy looked nothing like his brother or his father. Jeffy's hair was sandy with no trace of the ginger in him. The sheriff supposed the boys' mother must be brunette or blonde and Jeffy must look like her. Both boys were handsome kids, Jeffy just beginning puberty and his brother right on the cusp of manhood. What surprised the sheriff was that, while Jeffy had his foreskin, it appeared that his older brother was circumcised. The sheriff wasn't certain, as he didn't have much experience looking at dicks and he thought the boy might just have his foreskin skinned back, but there was absolutely no sign of a foreskin in the brief look Randy got at the boy.
"Jeffy, I can't believe you shaved those pubes you wanted so long but I guess boys will be boys" the coach said. "The sheriff told me what happened today and I will never condone that kind of behavior. You'll be getting twenty five licks while your big brother gets his other ten. Once we're done, we won't speak of it again. Once your punishment is done, we put it in the past. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir" Jeffy answered, his eyes looking at the floor.
"Okay, boys" the coach said. "Mark, you get over the sheriff's knee and Jeffy you get over mine. It feels a little warm in here to me and all I've got on is these boxers. Sheriff, wouldn't you like to get rid of some of those clothes."
"Well I would, but I wouldn't want to be undressed if your wife and daughter were to come home suddenly."
"Don't worry about that" the man said. "God only knows where those two are and it wouldn't matter if you were buck naked. Get comfortable. I know you must be warm."
"I think I will get rid of this shirt" the sheriff said, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it, then removing his white tee shirt, leaving him bare from the waist up.
"Good god almighty, sheriff," the coach said. "I had no idea you had as much fur as a bear. You're as hairy as any man I ever saw and I've spent a lot of time in locker rooms. You've got some nice muscles there too and belly's nice and flat. I can see that muscle definition even with all that fur. God damn! I think my beer can must have a hole in it. I'm empty. Mark, run get beers for me and the sheriff."
The sheriff didn't know how much beer the coach had before he arrived, but he got the feeling that Marv was getting a bit of a buzz as he continued to drink beer. But Randy, not being much of a drinker, was feeling the beer he had and he liked this feeling of camaraderie with this masculine man and the nudity of the two cute teen boys so he accepted the beer gratefully and assisted Mark in getting over his knees.
"Don't be shy and don't be afraid to touch the boy, sheriff" the coach said. "Boys like to be touched whether they admit it or not. I've been coaching long enough to know that. It gives them the sense of being cared for. Isn't that right, boys?"
Both boys answered affirmatively and Randy felt himself beginning to relax and enjoy the feeling of having the handsome ginger teen over his knees, his naked body available to touch.
"I like to give five nice hard ones and then take a break to see if the cheeks are getting nice and red and hot to the touch" the coach said, his hand resting on his younger son's round butt cheek, still red from his earlier spanking.
"There's no broken skin on this butt, sheriff" the coach said. "I'm not sure you're used to spanking a boy as roughly as I am. It has to be a spanking worth remembering or it's no good at all. Don't you hole back on Mark or I'll have to redo it."
"Yes, sir, coach" the sheriff said as his hand rested on the handsome ginger boy's creamy white butt.
Randy began to swat the boy's ass with all the power he had as Mark began to cry. He could hear the coach swatting his younger son and the sobs of both boys were filling the room. After five very hard swats, the sheriff paused, resting his hand on the boy's buttcheek, letting his index finger get dangerously near the boy's hole. He thought the boys spread his legs and shirted as if he might be wanting the sheriff to touch his boyhole but the sheriff had thought it must be his imagination.
"Is that butt getting red, sheriff?" the coach asked with a chuckle. "I'm keeping up two strokes to every one of yours but yours are making a nice loud smacking sound. A good way to check the redness is to spread those cheeks and look at his hole. Compare the color of his butt with the color of that boyhole."
Randy had just enough beer to do what the father of the boys recommended. He split the boy's legs apart and spread the buttcheeks, gazing at the beautiful pink boyhole. He let a finger creep closer to the hole very slow.ly and Mark seemed to raise his ass a bit as if wanting to be touched in his private area. Randy then took his thumb and traced the boy's buttcrack. Mark groaned softly as the sheriff went from the top of the crack to the bottom, letting his finger linger at the bottom, where the boy's butt crack ended but his nutsack didn't quite begin. Randy very lightly used his index finger to graze the pink hole and Mark gasped.
"Did that hurt, boy>" the sheriff whispered.
"No, sir, not at all" the boy said. "It felt really nice."
"You like that, Mark?" the sheriff asked. "You like having a man touch your hole?"
"Yes, sir, it feels really good" the boy answered. "It always makes me hard. You can put your finger in me if you want to. I'm really hard right now. Can't you reel it against your legs?"
Randy could indeed feel the boy's hardness which was getting him excited. He was glad he had chosen to keep his pants on as he would have been horribly embarrassed to show a hard while spanking a boy. He looked over at the coach, hoping the man had not observed what the sheriff was doing with his son. But he needn't have worried as the coach was touching his younger son in the same manner, teasing the boy's hole with his finger. Jeffy had his eyes closed but the sheriff could hear his breaths, fast and shallow.
"I think I better get finished here" the sheriff said. "I'm expected to be home for dinner very shortly and Aunt Flea don't like folks bein' late for meals.
The coach continued his spanking of Jeffy as well and they both finished within seconds of each other. The coach sent Jeffy to fetch him another beer and the sheriff realized the guy was actually pretty inebriated as he was now slurring his words. When Jeffy returned, the boys' father ordered both of them to stand naked in front of him and the sheriff, both boys fully erect, their cocks on display. The boys stood at attention and the sheriff realized this was not the first time this had happened in the Thomas home.
"Okay now, Jeffy got in a fight with the sheriff's boy today" Coach Thomas said as he stroked the dick inside his white boxers. "I don't want the coach to think I'm raising heathens here, so you boys are gonna show the sheriff how friendly you can be. Now get to it!"
Randy was stunned to see the older boy take Jeffy in his arms and start to kiss him deeply. These weren't light kisses, but wet and deep with lots of tongue. The sheriff didn't know what to do or where to look or what to say, embarrassed by the show of affection in front of him. He grabbed his shirts and put them on quickly as he headed for the front door, again telling the coach that he was late for dinner. He dressed as he got to the squad car AND, ONCE INSIDE THE VEHICLE, SAT QUIETLY FOR A FEW MOMENTS. He was shocked at what he had seen. But he also realized he was extremely excited, his thick, hard cock pulsing in his pants. He considered taking it out and beating his meat right there on the street. But he didn't care to do that and he looked at his watch to find it was time that the service station would have closed. He knew that Homer always went to church on Sunday nights, so he wouldn't be available. The sheriff made himself not touch his own hard dick and eventually settled enough to start the car and make his way home. The entire way, he willed his cock to get soft so that his aunt and his son wouldn't see his shame. Once the sheriff was in his own driveway, he felt more settled and began to look forward again to seeing what the evening might bring regarding the mayor's daughter and her young boyfriend. T made the sheriff feel much better about himself realizing that he was again fantasizing and focusing on heterosexual matters rather than all the perverted things he had seen this afternoon. He knew he was heterosexual. He had to be heterosexual. Being anything else wasn't a possibility for the sheriff of Gayberry. It just wasn't possible. Those thoughts were reassuring to Randy and by the time he got to the front door, he had pushed all those thought away and his cock was again nice and soft in his clean white boxers. He was looking forward to a quiet dinner with just his son and his aunt and then to settling in to try to catch the young lovers across the street. Randy was hopeful he might really catch them in the act of fucking and it made his dick jump to think about watching them doing it. But when he opened the door, he was surprised to again find Tara Bedford sitting on his sofa.
"Well what are you doing here?" he asked. "Don't you have a home to go to?"
"Of course, sheriff" she answered. You and I both know that Mr. Bedford left me one of the finest homes in Gayberry, probably one of the finest in the state. Although I li8ve alone there now, I do so enjoy using it to give social events, usually to benefit those less fortunate than we. I've thought about selling the Bedford home and finding something more modest, but I can't bring myself to leave the beautiful place my dear, late husband built for me and my boys."
"You know, I've heard talk he never was allowed to live in the big house and that you made him live out in the apartment out back."
"People are vicious" she spat. "You have no idea what it's like to have the kind of soci8al status I enjoy but it comes with a price. People are always quick to criticize and to say horrible things. That's the way it's always been, not just for me but about my boys too. Gayberry wasn't kind to them and it drove them all away. None of the three chose to return here after college because of the nasty people in this town."
"I've heard a little talk about your boys too, Mrs. Bedford, but I really don't remember any of them. They was all near to me in age but I don't remember a one of em. I don't believe any of the three ever played a sport did they? I don't remember any of em ever hanging out at the burger palace or goin' swimmin' up at the lake. I don't remember them ever goin' with us on hayrides or any of the stuff we did as boys."
"My boys were always too cultured for this one horse, goddamned town" she said bitterly.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd be so kind as to watch your language in front of my boy, Miss Tara" the sheriff said.
Dopie was sitting at a card table working on a jigsaw table and totally tuned out of the adult conversation.
"I bet your boy's said much worse" the woman said. "I've heard how he talks back to Flea and to you. I never permitted that with my sons. Never. You're just asking for your son to grow up to be a criminal instead of a young man who enjoys the finer things in life."
"I ain't sure what you're talkin' about but I hear your boys enjoy much finer things, li8ke wearing women's clothes and enjoyin' the kind of things they enjoyed back in the land of Sodom."
"Why, sheriff, I have never been so insulted in my life" she said arrogantly as she wrapped her shawl and disappeared into the kitchen.
"She's somethin' else, ain't she, paw" Dopie said, coming to sit on the sofa beside his father as his father filled his humidor with cigars, part of Randy's Sunday routine.
"Hmmm, I'm missin' some cigars here" Randy said. "You and your buddies ain't been into my cigars have you, son?"
"Oh no sir, paw," Dopie said. "I promise. I know you'd tear my bottom up for that worse than I got today. Did Jeffy get it again once he got home?"
"He shore did, son, just like you'll get it if you ever misbehave at somebody else's house" the sheriff said.
"Did his paw do it in front of you, paw?" the boy asked.
"You sure are full of questions tonight" the sheriff said. "Yes, he got it in front of me. And his paw had me help out. Turns out his brother was due for one too so I helped the man discipline his boys."
"You saw both of them get it?" Dopie asked. "Jeffy's brother's a real good lookin' boy. Did you spank him yourself, paw?"
"Yes, I did" the sheriff answered. "His paw asked and I obliged."
"Wuz they naked?" Dopie asked. "Jeffy says his paw always spanks him naked and his brother too. I sure would've li8ked to saw that, paw. Both of them boys getting' it naked in front of you and their paw."
"I think that's quite enough of that talk, boy" the sheriff said as they were called to dinner.
There was very little said around the Gaylor table. It was a very akward meal, Mrs. Bedford not wanting any further discussion of her sons and Randy just praying that Dopie wouldn't mention about the goings on at the Thomas home. It was over quickly7y but as they left the table, Randy asked Aunt Flea if she knew anything about the cigars missing from his humidor. She immediately became flushed and defensive.
"What would I know about that, Randy?" she asked. "Have you lost your mind, insulting my good friend and suggesting I might steal some of your precio9us cigars?"
She rushed back to the kitchen, clearly in a tizzy as Tara leaned in and whispered in the sheriff's ear.
"If you want to find your cigars, you just need to sniff Flea's and my pussies" she said. "They are pretty good at helping to scratch an itch that women have."
Randy was stunned into silence at the woman's nerve and at her words. The two women left for the Bedford home as Randy tried to regroup and prepare for an evening when he hoped to bust up some teen fucking from the comfort of his own home.