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8

Randy got home at a few minutes before ten. It was late for him to be out on a Sunday evenin' He looked in on Dopie and the boy was sleeping soundly. He sat on the side of the boy's bed. He thought his son was a normal, good-looking boy. He had that bright red hair and just enough freckles on his nose. More than anything Randy wanted to believe his boy was developing normally. But so far, the boy had shown no signs of even approaching puberty. There hadn't been any sign of a pubic hair and his testicles were still tiny. The boy seemed to have no interest in anything sexual and his little willy never seemed to get hard. Randy was worried because he'd seen the pubes on Dopie's buddies. The sheriff had even shaved the pubes off one of his little buddies. He'd seen Dopie's buddy, Jeffy, have a dry climax when he was masturbating and Billy Paul had one when the sheriff had put the boy's cock in his mouth. He wanted more than anything some assurance that his own kid was an all-American-100 per cent-boy and he was hoping for some good news from the doctor in Raleigh. As he sat at the bedside, Randy decided to check his son one more time for any signs of puberty. He carefully lowered the sheet and the bedspread. Dopie was wearing light cotton pajamas with cowboys and Indians on them. His hand trembled as he lowered the waistband on the pajama bottoms. The boy stirred slightly and Randy paused.

Was he crazy? What would he say if Dopie woke up and caught his own paw checking his pecker. What would he say if Aunt Flea had heard him come in and if she came in to check on the boy? Nonetheless, he persisted. He carefully lowered the boy's pajama bottoms, exposing milky skin and Dopie's soft, little uncut willy. He lightly rubbed the area above the boy's penis, hoping to feel a hair which had not been visible. He found nothing. He skinned the boy's foreskin back, exposing his shiny pink cockhead. He moved the skin back and forth over the head several times but got no response from the sleeping boy. He felt a strong, strange urge to put the boy's cock in his mouth and taste it, but he resisted, fearing discovery. Disappointed, he pulled the boy's pajama bottoms up, again covering his sleeping son. He headed for his room, noticing the door to Aunt Flea's room was open slightly. He quietly peeked in and was surprised to find her bed was empty. He felt a flash of anger that his son had been left alone all evening in their home. He had assumed she would be back by bedtime. This was unlike Aunt Flea. She had never been one to shirk her responsibilities and her main responsibilities were to take care of Randy and Dopie. As he peeked into the bedroom, he caught the unmistakable scent of cigars.

He really questioned the influence the widow Bedford was having on his aunt and he figured he had to do something about that pretty soon. A sheriff's reputation could be damaged by having his own aunt running around town at all hours of the night. Randy knew that his reputation meant everything and he wouldn't tolerate any threats to that.

He couldn't imagine what those two women would be doing at this hour. He had taken the widow's words about the cigars with a grain of salt at the time she'd said them but now he wondered. Maybe the old bitch wasn't just taunting him. Was his aunt over at the widow Bedford's house with both of them poking his cigars up their snatches? The very idea revolted him, yet somehow made his dick twitch just a little. He went to his room and undressed. When he pulled off his white cotton boxers, he was aware his uncut cock felt thick and heavy. His big nuts felt full. He briefly considered going over to the service station and waking Homer up for some head but, again, the fear of discovery kept him from doing that. He certainly didn't want anyone suspecting him of being a sex fiend. He put on his robe and went into the bathroom, drawing a tub of hot water. He knew that would relax him.

The hot water did feel great on his tired body. His arms were a little sore from the licks he'd delivered to the misbehaving teenagers at the mayor's house. He replayed the scene in his mind in minute detail. As he thought about young Jimmy's bubble butt poised to ram his big, uncut meat into the young girl's virgin hole, he found himself playing with his own meat. He was tugging on his own long foreskin and his dick was hard. He enjoyed pulling the skin back to free his cockhead, then slowly pulling the skin back over his sensitive dick. It felt nice to just touch himself.

Randy knew he had good meat. He'd not seen a lot of other men naked, but he had lived at the Y for a while up in Raleigh where they had group showers. He'd always tried to be secretive in checking out other guys' dicks for fear of being labeled a homo, but he'd seen enough to know that his was well above average. He also knew he had a pair of nuts to be proud of, bigger than most he'd seen and as big as some he'd seen on very small horses. He was also very proud of his thick, brown bush and his hairy midsection. In his mind, a real man had hair on his body – lots of hair.

He was wishing he'd had more time to explore young Jimmy's body. Randy was curious about a lot of things and had never had the chance to explore like he wanted. He now realized he had a boy in his control and he planned to take advantage of that. He also knew had had Dopie's young friend Jeffy coming to the courthouse every day after school and he intended to have some fun with that.

Young Jeffy had just started getting a little crop of pubes when he made the mistake of getting in a fight with the sheriff's son. Randy had enjoyed stripping the boy and removing the boy's pubes with his razor, then he set the kid up with his own father, convincing him he'd walked in on the boys shaving themselves, successfully blaming the whole thing on Jeffy.

The sheriff realized his curiosity about the bodies of girls was present, but not as strong as his curiosity about boys and men.

The hot water was getting to Randy at this point and making him sleepy, so he got out of the tub, dried off. He stood nude at the toilet, waiting for his final piss of the night. His pee flowed thick and hard as he again fingered his foreskin as his cock became tumescent. He again contemplated beating his meat but decided against it, afraid he might wake the others sleeping in the house. He couldn't imagine the horror of being caught with his hard dick in his hand by his aunt or his own young son, so he put on his clean cottong pajamas and his robe. After checking Aunt Flea's room and finding she still wasn't home, he climbed between the clean sheets, ready to get a good night's sleep.

He had just begun to doze when he heard Aunt Flea coming up the stairs. It was obvious she was trying not to be heard, but the stairs in their home were old and creaky. He could tell by the sound of her footsteps that she paused briefly at Dopie's room, checking on him, then at Randy's door, peeking in. Randy was sure his aunt was hoping he'd been asleep for hours so he wouldn't know how late she had made it home. He closed his eyes, feigning sleep as he just wasn't in the mood to confront the woman.

The sheriff didn't sleep well. He had dreams about the naked boy in the cell at the jail and all the things he wanted to do to the boy. He dreamed about the pretty mayor's daughter and all the fun he could have with her pert young body. He thought about young Jeffy and how horrified the boy had been as the sheriff shaved off his newly grown pubes. He thought about Billy Paul and remembering how good the boy's little pecker had tasted in his mouth. And he thought about his own son's little hairless worm. Finally the sheriff did get to sleep, but it was not a restful, dreamless sleep.

The sheriff woke up before his alarm went off. He decided to go ahead and get up and get dressed for the long day ahead. He was feeling unsettled, afraid he might get some unpleasant news about his son from the Raleigh doctor. He was also uneasy at leaving the idiot who was his deputy alone with his young, handsome and near-naked prisoner. When he hired his cousin, Randy had thought Arney would be a mindless rubber stamp for anything the sheriff wanted. As it turned out, he was indeed mindless but the sheriff had found he was easily influenced by others whose interests could potentially differ from the sheriff's.

Randy knew he now had the mayor in his pocket but he was concerned that Billy Paul's father, William, might be thinking he had the sheriff in his own pocket since he had more or less forced the sheriff to put his son's cock in his mouth. Randy liked to be in control and he knew he wasn't in control of the situation with Billy Paul's father. He hoped that today would give him better insight into how to take control of whatever relationship existed with the boy and his father.

Randy shaved, brushed his teeth and peed. He noticed his long, thick meat was semi-hard as he dressed in khaki slacks and a plaid sports shirt. He topped that with a sleeveless knit sweater vest. Mr. Walker had assured him the doctor wouldn't expect them to wear suits for their visit.

After checking to make sure his son was out of bed and getting dressed, Randy went downstairs, where he smelled bacon frying. He was thinking he might have to send Aunt Flea packing if she didn't straighten up, but the man had to admit she was one of the best cooks in Gayberry and possibly one of the best in North Carolina. Except for her god-awful pickles, everything she cooked was usually perfect. She had won countless blue ribbons for her pies and she made the best fried chicken for miles around. One thing was for sure. No one ever turned down an invitation to the sheriff's home for a Sunday church lunch – especially if fried chicken was on the menu.

Even so, the sheriff was not feeling well-disposed toward his aunt this morning.

"Good morning, Randy," the woman said in her singsong voice, which he usually found charming. This morning he found it irritating and he knew he wasn't in the mood for her prattle.

The man ignored her, choosing not even to respond to her as she poured his coffee and placed it in front of him. Randy picked up his newspaper and began to read, still silent.

"Randy, are you feeling all right this morning?" she asked.

The man did not respond.

Aunt Flea continued her work, busily preparing breakfast for the sheriff and his son. She knew the man to be moody and she tried not to let it affect her. She was hoping he had no idea how late it had been when she came in last night.

"Good morning, Aunt Flea," Dopie said as he bounced into the kitchen and sat down beside his paw.

"Good morning, Dope" she said as she gave him a tiny hug and put his orange juice and a glass of milk in front of him.

"Paw, what time's Billy Paul and his paw pickin' us up?" the boy asked his father.

"Most likely in about thirty minutes, son," Randy said. "Now eat that breakfast then go up and wash your face and hands."

"But I just finished washing up, paw," the boy said.

"Can anybody in this goddamned house just do as I say without all the back talk and the fuckin' arguing?" Randy asked, raising his voice.

"Watch your language, Randy! I don't know who put a bee in your bonnet" Aunt Flea said. "You haven't even bothered to say a word to me this morning until your little outburst."

"If you wasn't out gallivanting around town till all hours of the night I might be a little nicer and willing to talk to you," Randy said.,

"Gallivanting?" the woman asked incredulously. "Gallivanting? Seriously, Randy? Why Tara and I were sewing until all hours to get the costumes ready for the Founders Day Pageant. It certainly isn't an easy task and everything has to be perfect. All you have to do is to judge the Miss Gayberry Pageant and that shouldn't be hard at all since Miss Nellie is entering."

"What are you prattling on about, Aunt Flea?" he asked. "I don't know a thang about me judging that pageant. I ain't heard a word. It sounds like more of the claptrap you and that gossipy Tara Bedford are always carrying on."

"Well, you most certainly are judging the pageant, Randy," the woman said. "The mayor and Tara talked last night and the mayor intends to ask you today. Tara wanted the principal over at the high school to judge but the mayor insisted you be the one. So Tara gave in after they had some words."

"Well, I ain't heard a word about it but if it's what my mayor wants, it's what I'll do" he said. "But you and your gossipy busybody friend out to stay out of it altogether!"

"Tara said she heard you were over at the mayor's house yesterday evening" she said. "You didn't say anything about going over there. I told her I didn't know a thing about it and I couldn't imagine why you would have been over at the mayor's house with his wife and his two younger daughters at the movies"

"Your friend, Mrs. Bedford needs to learn to mind her own fucking business," he said. "Can she not keep her nose out of anything? It's none of her business what I do or what the mayor does or what anyone else does. She needs to attend to her own affairs and her own little sissy boys."

"Why, Randy," Aunt Flea said, fanning herself. "In the first place, you know we do not allow such language in this house. And secondly, Tara Bedford is my best friend in this world and we are devoted to each other. She is an absolute angel who would do anything to help out anyone who needs help."

"That woman is a she-devil and I think you need to cut ties to her!" the sheriff said.

"Well, I certainly will not do that" she said. "Tara is my closest friend. She's right that you're an ill-tempered, foul-mouthed so and so sometimes but I will not tolerate anyone badmouthing my dear friend."

"Then you ought to just pack your bags and go move in with her" Randy spat. "She'd like that and from the looks of it, you would too. If word gets out about you two being together at all hours, I could be ruined. It just ain't fitting!"

Aunt Flea dropped the platter she was bringing to the table, loaded with homemade biscuits straight from the oven. She went fleeing from the kitchen, her apron to her face. The platter shattered. Dopie was in the floor, trying to get a biscuit.

"Goddamn, Dopie!" the sheriff said. "Get away from that broke glass before you cut a fuckin' arm off. You've had sufficient to eat. Now go up and wash your hands and face before William and Billy Paul get here."

"But paw, I ain't full yet" the boy said. "I really wanted one of them biscuits."

Dopie retrieved one of the biscuits from the floor and sat down, looking it over very closely for pieces of glass.

Randy reached out to knock the biscuit from Dopie's hands but the phone rang and Randy grabbed it.

"Why, good morning, Mr. Mayor" the sheriff said.

The mayor asked if he would be willing to judge the Miss Gayberry Pageant that weekend and Randy graciously agreed to do so.

"Anything I can do to serve my town and my mayor" he said obsequiously.

"Now, Randy, you should be aware that my oldest daughter, Jenny will be entering the pageant," the mayor said. "She is a beautiful girl, as you well know. My wife would be very pleased for her oldest daughter to be Miss Mayberry, just like my wife was almost twenty years ago. It's one of her dreams to have all three of our girls crowned. But I certainly will not put any pressure on you, Randy. The decision will be yours and only yours. I trust you to do what's in the best interests of this town."

"Well, of course, Mr. Mayor," the sheriff said. "I just want you to know that it's an honor for me to be asked and for you to show that you have such confidence in me. Thank you so much, Mr. Mayor."

He got off the phone and watched for a minute as Dopie picked slivers of glass out of his biscuit, taking tiny bites to try to determine if there might be glass before swallowing.

"I am surrounded by idiots, nincompoops and stupid bitches" the sheriff said quietly.

"What did you say paw?" Dopie asked.

"Nothing, son," the sheriff said. "Just eat your goddamned biscuit."

Randy's appetite was gone. He went upstairs to wash his hands as he continued to try to figure out how to get the upper hand with William Walker. He simply could not allow an ordinary citizen of the town to have anything on him. During his restless night, the sheriff had pretty much figured out a plan to deal with his uppity deputy. But Mr. Walker was different. It appeared Mr. Walker had a brain, something he'd seen no sign of in his deputy.

Just as he got back downstairs, he heard a knock on the door. It was Will Walker and Billy Paul. Mr. Walker was dressed smartly in a well-pressed button-down blue and pink plaid shirt. It was not something Randy would have chosen as he felt pink was for the women folk. But Will looked very nice. The surprise was little Billy Paul. The boy was wearing the shortest, tightest pair of shorts Randy had ever seen. He had no idea they even made shorts like that. They certainly showed off the boy's curvaceous little butt but they were far too short for Randy's taste. He hoped no one would even see him and his son with a boy wearing such.

Randy called for Dopie, who came downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Randy hurriedly got the four out the door. He was embarrassed at the thought even of Aunt Flea seeing Billy Paul in the short shorts. The boy's father seemed to be oblivious to the boy's appearance.

They got into Will Walker's new shiny black Buick. The car still smelled new and had all the extras. Randy sat in the front with Will and the boys climbed into the back seat.

"Well, we're off!" Will said as the four headed for Raleigh. Will had the radio playing soft easy-listening music so that his conversation with Randy really couldn't be heard by the boys in the back. The boys were in their own world anyway, paying no attention to the older men.

"It's a beautiful day for a drive" Will said.

"I couldn't agree more" Randy said.

"Where was Aunt Flea this morning?" Will asked. "I didn't see her when we picked you guys up."

"No, she was upstairs" Randy said. "She had one of her little hissyfits at breakfast and was upstairs in one of her pouts. I get so tired of that behavior sometimes."

"I know what you mean" he said. "Billy Paul's mother used to have those fits. But I found a doctor who put her on a little low-dose sedative. She takes a little blue pill in the morning and one in the evening. It's worked miracles for her."

"What's it called?" Randy asked. "I may need to get a prescription for Aunt Flea."

"It's called Valium" the man said. "I think it's a miracle drug. If she acts up during the day, I just slip another one in her cocktail. My wife isn't nearly the nuisance she used to be. I just wish we'd had it when my older son was Billy Paul's age."

"Why is that?" Randy asked.

"Awww, you know how women are" he said. "She was always into everything. She didn't like me spending time with my boy. She wanted to know where we went and what we did and how we spent our time together. Just being her nosy bitch self."

"I can't imagine" Randy said. "It ain't always been easy being a single father, but it's a lot easier than having some nosy woman interfering in everything."

"I couldn't agree more" Will said as he put one of his hands on Randy's thigh, just above his knee.

Randy found it strange that a man would put his hand on another man's thigh, but somehow it felt all right to him in this situation.

"Your older son is at Duke?" Randy asked.

"Oh yes" Will said. "Likely he'll be there for a while. John's still an undergrad but he plans to stay there for law school."

That's great" Randy said.

"I'd have loved to have had a house full of boys. I always wanted that" the man said. "But, as I told you it just wasn't in the cards. I shared with you that my wife isn't at all interested in bedroom fun. If Valium had been around all those years ago, I'd have had that house full of boys. She pops a pill and has a glass or two of wine, she wouldn't know if I sneaked in her room and fucked her all night."

The man looked at Randy and smiled.

"But she's not attractive to me at all anymore" he said. "To be honest, if it weren't for her old man's business, I'd have taken my boys and left the bitch. They're the only two grandchildren so they're set to inherit everything. I couldn't deny the boys that. She disgusts me. I just hope by the time Billy Paul finishes high school, maybe my older son will have given me a grandson to spoil and play with, if you know what I mean."

Randy noticed Will's hand had moved higher on his thigh, but he still wasn't bothered by it.

"My older boy and I had so much fun" Will said. "We were together all the time. I helped some other dads form a scout troop and we loved going to the woods with the boys whenever we could get away. John and I even put up a big tent on a little wooded plot of land I bought so we could get away for some private guy time outside the prying eyes of his mother. We didn't allow my wife to even come in our tent. It was restricted to boys and men only. Those were great days. Then when John began to hit puberty, we were invited to join the Esquire Club."

"The Esquire Club?" Randy asked. "I've never heard of that."

"Of course you haven't" the man said. "It's a very private and very exclusive club. It's only found in the larger cities. I believe Raleigh andCharlotte are the only towns in our state that have them."

"What is it?" Randy asked.

"It is something that is not to be discussed with non-members, unless you think someone might potentially be interested in becoming a member. It is a club for men only. Well, men and boys, I mean. It is one of the oldest secret clubs in the country. It is a group of men, most all of whom have sons and who wish to associate with other fathers and sons who share their interests."

"You mean like hunting and fishing?" Randy asked.

"Well, that too" the man answered with a chuckle. "But there are plenty of hunting and fishing clubs. This is a club for fathers and sons who have fewer boundaries than most people might expect. It is a group of men who appreciate the finer things in life and their boys who are learning to appreciate them as well."

"I'm not sure I'm understandin' all this" Randy said.

"Let me make it clear" Will said. "Did you notice the shorts Billy Paul was wearing this morning?"

"How could I not have noticed?" the sheriff asked. "The boy's almost naked. Them shorts barely covered his little nut sac."

"Those shorts belonged to my older boy" he said. "They are worn by all the boys at a meeting of the Esquire Club. At least at the beginning. Then the boys go naked."

"What are you talking about?" Randy asked incredulously. "It just don't seem fittin' for boys and their daddies to see each other naked. It just ain't right."

"Why not?" Will asked. "Give me one reason fathers and their sons shouldn't be together naked. One reason."

Randy was silent. He couldn't come up with a single good reason for fathers and sons not being naked together.

"I guess I ain't never thought about it" he said.

"Did you see Billy Paul's butt in those shorts this morning?" Will asked the sheriff.

"Oh yeah, who could have missed it?" Randy asked.

"Boys are very sexual little creatures once they start to develop" he said. "Sometimes a boy needs a little kick start. My older boy was like that. I watched the boy growing. I always thought he was beautiful. I would expose myself to him in the bath, but he never paid attention. He had started sprouting fine little pubes and he still seemed to have no interest in sex. I took him to Dr. Puckett and things changed for us almost immediately."

I think I'm beginning to understand" Randy said. "Dr. Puckett is a friend from the Esquire Club?"

"Yes," he said. "He's been a friend since my older son John was the age of our boys now. I needed a pediatrician and Dr. Puckett was recommended. We've been friends ever since. He sensed something in John and me and invited us in. He's never met Billy Paul, but he's really been wanting to meet him. He was very fond of John and they get together from time to time. Dr. Puck's adopted boys consider John like their uncle. That was the reason I really hated to leave Raleigh. I had looked forward to enjoying Billy Paul the same way I had enjoyed John."

"Now, are you telling me you and John did, uh, stuff and you want to do those things with Billy Paul?" Randy asked.

"From time to time John and I did things and who wouldn't want to spend time with Billy Paul? You seemed to enjoy him yesterday at the lake if memory serves, sheriff. But it's really about teaching boys to be men" he said. "Real men, and that ain't always easy. Not a bunch of sissified men who turn everything over to the women and just let them run things. That's the problem. The only way we can ever make America great again is to put women back in their place – where they belong. Every boy is different and requires different handling – a lot like it is with women or dogs. No two of `em respond the same. This country ain't been great since we stopped keeping the women folk barefoot and pregnant. "

"You know, if I could find a dog that could bake an apple pie, I'd shore as hell be tradin' Aunt Bea in" Andy chuckled."

The men shared a laugh over that. Randy was feeling more comfortable with William as he got to know him better. As a matter of fact, the sheriff was feeling so comfortable with the man, he decided to share the events of the day and evening before. He told him all about setting up young Jimmy and catching the handsome young athlete as he prepared to fuck the mayor's pretty underage daughter. He told him the whole story, including the fact that he had the young athlete naked and handcuffed at the jail, waiting for him to return.

"Randy, the story you told the boy's parents was brilliant!" William said. "I sure wish I could've been around to watch you teasing that young bitch's cunt and having a mayor in your pocket is never a bad thing. Listen, if you really think the mayor's daughter is some kind of nympho, we might be able to do him a real big favor."

"How's that, William," the sheriff asked.

"I've been reading there's a new pill on the market" he said. "It's called a birth control pill. If you give a girl one pill a day, she won't get knocked up, no matter who fucks her or how many times she's fucked. We can ask my friend, Dr. Puckett about it when we see him today."

"Sounds like a perfect solution for a paw who don't want to be a grandpaw too early in life" Randy said. "Although it's kind of worrisome too. If women weren't a'feared of getting' knocked up, they might just decide to start doing stuff with a lot of men instead of just with their husbands. That could be very dangerous."

"Naw" William said. "There ain't many women around who enjoy fucking. They just do it to get a husband and then it's all over. If a woman ain't wantin' something off a man, she sure don't want to fuck."

"I `spose you're right although I have to wonder if it ain't the fear of getting' knocked up that keeps some women from enjoyin' a good fuck" the sheriff said. "If they wasn't afraid of that, they might be able to enjoy it a whole lot more. The thought of women enjoyin' fuckin' as much as men do is kind of scary, ain't it?"

"That'll never happen, sheriff," William said. "If God had wanted women to enjoy fuckin', he'd have made `em with a dick."

William's hand had continued to move up Randy's thigh. His fingers were now grazing the man's ball sac. He did feel his dick stirring a little with all the talk about fucking, but he decided to be friendly and he put his own hand on top of his new friend's hand.

At a few minutes before eight, William pulled his shiny new Buick up in front of a tall, very fancy-looking apartment building. A doorman came out and took William's name.

"Oh yes, Mr. Walker," he said, "Dr. Puckett is expecting you. Just take the elevator to the fourteenth floor and he'll meet you."

The men and their two boys got into a shiny elevator and William pushed the button for the fourteenth floor.

"This shore is a fancy doctor's office" Randy said. "We ain't got nothin' like this in Gayberry."

"We ain't even got one of these elevators in Gayberry" Dopie said. "But I've seen `em on television."

"Oh, this is not Dr. Puckett's office" William said. "He's seeing our boys at his home. It's a courtesy he provides for his fellow Esquire Club members."

"But Dopie and me ain't members of that club" the sheriff said.

"Not yet," William said, "but if Dr. Puckett takes a liking to your boy, you will be very soon."

Randy licked his hand and used it to smooth Dopie's cowlick, smoothing the boy's ginger hair to his head.

"Stand up, straight boy, and do everything the doctor tells you" Randy instructed his son. "And don't forget you to say `sir, please and thank you'."

"Yes, paw," the boy said.

The elevator opened to another smaller lobby. There was only one door in the lobby and William walked over and knocked. The door was opened by a handsome, older man, who looked to be around fifty.

"William!" the man said, extending his arms to Billy Paul's father. The two men engaged in a warm hug. Men hugging men made Randy uncomfortable for some reason. It just wasn't how folks behaved in Gayberry but Randy was determined to fit in.

Dr. Puckett was a handsome man with dark hair, slightly graying at the temples. He was slightly overweight and was wearing a pair of expensive gray slacks, a crisp white shirt and a starched white lab coat that extended to just above his knees. He had on expensive-looking tasseled loafers and he smelled good. He was clearly a man who enjoyed a good life with the finer things. He and William seemed completely comfortable.

"How is my old neighbor?" the doctor asked.

"I'm good, Puck," he said. "I certainly miss Raleigh and especially having you for a neighbor. We had some very good times around here".

" This has to be Billy Paul!" the doctor said. "He's as handsome as his big brother!"

The doctor extended his arms and leaned down to lift the boy in his arms. Billy Paul returned the hugs and even kissed the man on the cheek.

"I've missed those sweet boy-kisses from you" he said. "Your brother tells me you've grown a nice little nest of pubes."

He set the boy down and went to one knee in front of Dopie.

"And this has to be your handsome friend, Dopie" he said. "What a handsome ginger boy! A real beauty!"

"Well, thank you sir," the sheriff said. "I'm Dopie's paw, Randy Gaylor."

"Forgive my rudeness, gys," William said. "I got caught up in seeing my old friend and neighbor and my manners just went to hell. This is Sheriff Randy Gaylor. And this is my old friend and neighbor, Dr. Richard Puckett. This man helped me raise my older son."

"Please call me `Puck', sheriff" the doctor said.

"Only if you'll call me `Randy'."

The men were getting along well. They explained to Randy that William and his family had lived one floor below the doctor in a unit owned by William's father-in-law before they moved to Gayberry. The doctor's apartment occupied the entire top floor of the building. It had a large terrace area with some of the best views of the capitol city. It was a very modern apartment with lots of chrome and steel and white furniture. All of the floors were white carpet or gleaming hardwood. It was quite the fanciest residence Dopie or Randy had ever set foot in.

The doctor offered the men coffee and both accepted. The boys were given sodas and they went out to explore the patio, which had a lap pool and a hot tub.

"I really have missed you, my friend" the doctor told William.

"I've missed you too and I miss our life here" William said. But we really had no choice. When my father-in-law threatened to expose everything, I had no choice but to leave. The man always wanted control of my older son and he found a way to get it."

"He thinks he has it, Will, but the boy's real loyalty is and always will be to you" the doctor said. "Your father-in-law wanted you out of the picture so he could replace you. He is picking up the tab for his undergrad at Duke, has already paved the way for the boy's acceptance to the law school and will pick up the ticket for that too. But the truth is that John is still loyal to you. He's doing everything you told him too and he'll turn on your father-in-law when the time is right."

"That's good to hear" Puck. "Thank you for keeping an eye on him. When was the last time you saw him?"

"Last night" Puck said. "He came by and we had some playtime with my boys. Your son takes very much after his own father."

"Puck has four sons" Will said.

"Actually I have five" Puck interjected. One is biological and my four younger boys are adopted. My biological son was away at school when you all moved here and you never met him. He is living in New York now and he gets down a couple of times a year. But we better get started checking your boys. I have to be at my office at ten."

"Of course, Puck," Will said. "How do you want to get started?"

"Have the boys been cleaned?" Puck asked.

"Billy Paul has" Will said. "I got him in the shower with me at five and cleaned him out. He's fresh as a daisy I didn't say anything about the procedure to Randy because I thought it might be better coming from you."

"Of course" Puck said. "Part of the exam will involve taking a rectal temperature and a rectal and prostate exam. That means I will be putting my finger into the boy's' rectums. As you can imagine, that can get messy so I insist on the boys being cleaned out. We can use an enema bag or a bulb syringe. Which would Dopie prefer, Randy?"

"I don't know, doctor" the sheriff responded. "He ain't never had either and I ain't either. I ain't even sure what you're talking about."

"They do things differently in the sticks, Puck," William said.

William had brought the boys inside so they were hearing the discussion.

"Take the bag, Dopie!" Billy Paul urged. "It feels so good and you'll really like it."

"I want the bag, paw, like Billy Paul" the boy said.

"Okay, I guess we'll take the bag, whatever that is" Randy said.

Puck led the group into another room which was exactly like being in a doctor's examination room. He pulled clean white paper from a roll to cover the surface of the sturdy wooden table, then he lifted Dopie onto the table.

Will, why don't you explain what will happen here, while I get Dopie undressed and prepared for his enema?"

"Of course, Puck" he said.

The man proceeded to explain the procedure to the sheriff. He showed Randy the bag and let him watch as it was filled with warm water from the tap, He chose the smallest nozzle since it was Dopie's first enema, although Billy Paul had already developed a preference for the larger douche nozzle. William closed the bag and hung it on a hook above the exam table. He took a tube of KY jelly and used it to lubricate the nozzle which would be inserted into the boy.

"What kind of jelly is that?" the sheriff asked. "It don't look like no jelly I've ever seen before. The only jelly I've seen has fruit in it."

"It's not really jelly, Randy," the man explained. "It's a lubricant. Puck will use it when he inserts the nozzle into Dopie's butt. It is very slick and it will keep it from hurting your boy. You've never heard of KY jelly?"

"Naw, ain't never needed none" the sheriff said.

"Anyone with boys in the house needs an extra large tube of KY jelly" William said.

Puck had taken off Dopie's shoes and socks and was now unbuttoning the boy's shirt. Then he removed the boy's white undershirt and his pants. The boy was left only in his clean very white Jockey briefs.

"Billy Paul, would you like to take your clothes off so Dopie won't be the only naked one in the room?"

"Sure, Doctor Puck," the boy said. "Will you help me?"

"I'd like nothing better" the doctor said as he proceeded to take off the boy's clothes. When Billy Paul was down to his underpants, it was clear his little willy was already hard.

"Like father, like son" the doctor chuckled, pointed to the boy's tented briefs. He shared a chuckle with the boy's dad.

"All right, boys, time for the nudididity to begin" Puck said.

He laid the boys side by side on the wide table. He lowered Billy Paul's tiny briefs first, exposing the boy's beautiful little uncut spike, the head still covered with his creamy foreskin. The skin at his middle was so white in contrast with his tanned skin above his waist and his legs.

"I'm almost sorry you went ahead and cleaned him out" Puck said. "If he enjoys it as much as his brother I'd love to do it myself."

"I'll remember that next time" the man said. "And Billy Paul does like it as much as his brother did."

"Johnny still enjoys it" Puck said. "It's something we do almost every time he comes for a visit. My little ones love watching him get filled up with water and Johnny enjoys doing it to the boys. Now let's get the boys' blood pressures" he said as he took first Billy Paul's, the Dopie's, reporting both as normal.

Now we need to check those temps" he said, producing two rectal thermometers. "I'm going to let your dads help me with these. William, I know you've done this plenty of times so why don't you demonstrate for Randy."

"Of course" Will said, as he opened the tube of KY and coated the end of the glass thermometer. He then spread his son's little legs and had the boy flex them at the knees. William coated his index finger with some of the lubricant and began to feel for the boy's hole.

"It's important to find the opening before just jabbing the thermometer in him. You don't want to hurt him."

Billy Paul spread his legs widely, giving his father access to his hole. His little cock was hard as a rock, sticking up above his small patch of soft pubes. William began to massage the boy's hole and the boy closed his eyes and began to moan.

"Is Billy Paul okay? Dopie asked as he watched.

"Billy Paul is fine" the doctor answered. "He's enjoying having his dad's finger in his little hole. A daddy's finger feels good in a boy."

"Paw, will you do me?" Dopie asked.

"I ain't never done this" Randy answered. "I ain't so sure about whether it's somethin' I ought to be doin'."

He wanted to run from the room and at the same time he couldn't take his eyes off William fingering his son. He wanted to do the same to Dopie while, at the same time, it was the last thing he wanted to do.

"I'll get you started, Dopie, then your father can help me" Puck said as he lubricated the thermometer and his finger. Dopie's hairless body was on full display. His skin was milky and almost translucent, not tanned like Billy Paul. His skin was dotted with freckles in assorted places.

"I've always loved a boy with freckles" the doctor said. "It's so much fun to find them in unexpected places."

The doctor was now seeking Dopie's hole with his lubricated finger. On one hand Randy wanted to jerk his boy off the table and take him out of here. On the other hand, he was mesmerized at the sight of this strange man looking for his boy's most private place, ready to invade it with his finger.

"Mmmmmm"

Randy thought the sound came from Dopie but it was from Billy Paul, whose father had just inserted the thermometer into the boy.

"It feels cold" the boy said with a giggle, "but it feels good."

He looked over at William who was smiling at him as he held the thermometer in his little boy's hole.

"Mmmmm"

This time the sound came from Dopie. Randy looked closer to see that Puck now had his finger in the boy's hole just a tiny bit.

"That feels good, doctor" Dopie said. "Real good."

"You like the way my finger feels, boy?" Puck asked.

"Oh yeah, feels really good" Dopie said.

"You want your daddy to do it?" the doctor asked.

"Yes sir, will you do it, paw?"

"Okay, son," Randy said.

Dopie moaned softly as the doctor removed his finger from the boy's hole. Randy moved into position and began to feel for the boy's hole. He found it with no trouble and began to very slowly insert his thick index finger into the boy.

"Oh yeah, paw, that feels really good" Dopie said.

"You like it Dope?" Billy Paul asked.

"Oh yeah, feels as good as you told me it would" he said.

"Randy, you want to move your finger in and out of the boy and try to locate his little prostate gland. It may not be easy in such an undeveloped boy, but you can find it. It's very important to pleasing a boy. It will feel like a tiny little bump inside him."

The sheriff began to move his finger in and out of his son. Dopie moaned, enjoying the new sensations.

"Oh, oh, that feels good, paw" Dopie said.

"I think you found it, sheriff" the doctor said. "Judging from the sounds he's making."

"I've got Billy Paul's temperature and it's normal" William said.

"Great, Puck said. "We're playing catch up over here but we'll be back with you in a minute."

"The way this boy's wiggling, I think he wants a little more fingering" William said.

"Make him happy" Puck said. Randy glanced over and Billy Paul's legs were spread wide. He watched briefly as William slid two fingers into his son and the boy smiled and moaned.

Randy now had his index finger in his own son's hot boyhole.

"Am I hurtin' you, son?"

"No, paw, it feels really good" he said. "Please don't stop."

The sheriff began to insert his entire index finger then pull it back, almost leaving the hole. As he did, his son was gasping and moving his hips as if to keep the finger inside him.

"He likes that, sheriff," Puck said softly. "Look at the smile on his face. That's the face of a boy whose father has found his little fucknut."

Sure enough, Dopie had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He was smiling as he got fingerfucked by his own father.

"Something else is going on here, sheriff."

Randy didn't understand until he looked down and saw that Dope's soft little penis was now a very hard spike. The sheriff smiled and went about fingerfucking his boy with more energy.

"That boy likes that finger" Puck said with a chuckle. "Give him a second one."

"Won't that hurt?" the sheriff asked "His hole's awful small."

"The younger a boy is, the more flexibility he has in his tissues" Puck explained. "You may be older and your hole bigger, but as we age, all the tissue in our body becomes less flexible. At the age of these boys, it's unbelievable what they can take with little or no pain."

But we're getting sidetracked here" Puck said. "We need to get the boy's temperature."

Randy reluctantly withdrew his finger from his boy and the doc handed him the thermometer. He applied a little more KY and slowly inserted the slim tube into his boy's hole, after having some difficulty finding the opening.

"There" the doc said. "That ought to do it."

Randy pulled the thermometer out of his boy. The doc read it, noting the boy's temperature was normal. Dopie reached for his little hard penis, but the doctor brushed his hand away.

"We got to get you cleaned out first, boy" Puck said. "There was a speck of stuff on that thermometer and we don't like that. We want a boy to be clean as a whistle Cleanliness is next to godliness!".

William had stopped fingerfucking his son and he stood beside the boy, stroking a bare, smooth, tanned thigh.

"Okay, Dopie," Puck said. "This is new for you and you may have some strange feelings. But it will eventually feel good and boys usually come to love doing these, especially with their paws."

The doctor took the nozzle attached to the filled fat red rubber enema bag and applied a liberal dollop of KY to the hard plastic. He handed it to the sheriff.

"Here, Randy" he said. "Just put this in your boy and I'll show you what to do next.

Randy took the nozzle and got between his cute son's legs. He again located the tiny opening and inserted the slick nozzle into the boy. Dopie gasped as the nozzle entered him. His little cock started rising again, which made his father proud.

"Look at that, Dope!" he said. "Your willy's getting hard."

"Yeah, paw" he said. "Ain't this fun?"

The doctor took the controller and opened the flow into the boy. He explained what was happening and that the boy would begin to feel full as the water entered him. He explained that when all the water was in, he would go to the enclosed toilet only a few steps away from the examination table. Dopie began to moan as he filled with the warm water.

"That feels good, don't it, Dopie?" Billy Paul asked his friend.

"Oh yeah, but I'm feeling kinda full like I need to poop."

"Don't do that, son" Puck said. "Hold it and I'll slow the water way down."

The doctor raised the head on the exam table so that Dopie's head was now elevated. He also slowed the flow of the warm water into the boy.

"Rub his tummy, Randy" the doc said. "That'll help him hold it."

Randy wasn't comfortable touching his naked son, particularly in front of others, but he did as instructed and began to rub the boy's now-bloated tummy.

"That feels better, paw." Dopie said.

The boy took his father's hand and guided it to his hard penis. Randy resisted, attempting to pull his hand away.

"Don't be afraid to touch your boy, sheriff," the doctor said. "A boy loves being touched by his father. Rub that tummy and rub his chest. Don't be afraid to touch your boy. He wants it and he needs it."

Randy felt very self conscious about this activity. He glanced over to see William had seated himself in one of the chairs in the room mere feet from the examination table. He was holding his naked son on his lap and running his hands over the boy's tummy. He was also rubbing his legs and other parts of the boy's body. He saw William very clearly rub the boy's stiff little cock and he heard Billy Paul moan when that happened.

"I'm going to increase the water flow again" Puck said. "Try to hold it till the bag is empty, Dopie. You're doing really good, buddy."

Randy gently rubbed the boy's tummy, his hand getting nearer the boy's pretty cocklet with each stroke. He looked into his boy's smiling face. This time when Dopie took his dad's hand, the man let the boy guide his hand to the boy's cock. It was the sheriff's first time to touch his boy's hard cock and both of them moaned softly. The boy's foreskin felt like warm velvet. He let his hand go further and gently touched the boy's tiny nut sac. Dopie let go of his hand but Randy continued to stroke the boy. He rubbed up and down each of the boy's legs, from ankle to groin, then back up to his tummy, then his chest and his hard little nipples. Randy felt his cock was hard as it had ever been. He was enjoying touching his boy.

"I believe that bag's empty now" Puck said.

The words woke Randy from his trance. The doctor lifted Dopie from the exam table after removing the tube from his butthole, and carried him into the enclosed area with the toilet. Randy dared not move because he knew his pants were tented. William stood up. The front of his pants was also tented.

"Sheriff, would you come hold my boy for a minute?" he asked. "I need to stretch and the boy's awfully comfortable."

Randy stood and moved toward them, the outline of his very hard dick clearly showing in his pants.

"It's all right" the man said. "Billy Paul's seen my dick hard all his life. He used to watch me play with his big brother from the time he was a baby. He don't think nothin' of a man with a hard-on."

Randy sat down in William's chair and the man handed his naked son to him. The boy was on his lap and couldn't have missed the feel of the man's hard dick. He wiggled his little butt against it as Randy began to lightly rub his tummy. The boy put his arms around the sheriff's neck and began to lick his face and his ears. Randy's cock was now rock hard as he inhaled the sweet boy scent and felt his warm mouth on him.

"Don't be shy, sheriff," the boy's father said. "My boy loves being rubbed and touched."

The sheriff looked down and Billy Paul's little cock was rock hard. The boy smiled up at him. Dopie came out of the toilet, reporting that had felt good. Doc then explained he would give the boy a quick shower before moving on with the examination. The doctor started disrobe in front of all of them. Randy was just not accustomed to nudity and he'd never liked the idea of grown men being naked around young boys but he said nothing as the naked doctor led his boy away to the shower.

Randy sat, continuing to rub naked Billy Paul.

"It's getting warm in here" William said. "I'm going to lose some of these clothes."

Randy watched as the man removed his shoes and socks, then his shirt and pants. He was wearing only boxer shorts now which were very obviously tented in the front. William had a nice body, although he carried a few extra pounds. He was hairy, but not as hairy as Randy. He came over and sat in the chair beside Billy Paul and Randy.

The doctor and Dopie came back from the shower, each wrapped in a towel at his waist. Doc assisted Dopie back up on the exam table. The doctor explained he was going to conduct a physical examination of Dopie and he began with his stethoscope at the boy's chest. He proceeded to feeling of the boy's arms and asking him to raise each arm above his head. He examined the boy's hairless little pits and Dopie giggled when the doctor tickled him. The doc then percussed the boy's chest and abdomen. He then told Dopie he would remove his towel and asked the boy to lie flat on the exam table on his back. Puck took his left foot in his hands and pushed it back, flexed at the knee, to the boy's chest. This exposed the boy's tiny pink hole. The doctor looked over and smiled at the boy's father as they got their first close look at the boy's starfish. He then did the same thing with the boy's other leg. Then he explained he was going to examine the boy's genitals. William moved closer to the exam table. Billy Paul was still in Randy's lap, the sheriff occasionally diddling the lad's little hard-on.

The doc first felt of Dopie's ball sac. It was small. The boy denied any soreness or tenderness. Puck said the boy's balls were descended and appeared capable of producing all the hormones essential to puberty. The doctor then started to examine the boy's penis. It immediately got hard as Puck moved the foreskin back and forth over his cockhead. Then Dr. Puckett applied a small amount of the lubricant to his index finger and his thumb and continued to move the boy's foreskin back and forth. When the foreskin would retract, the boy's shiny pink cockhead would pop out. Dopie raised his hands over his head now and closed his eyes. He moaned softly as the doctor manipulated his little cock. Everyone in the room was quiet as they watched the doctor slowly masturbating the boy.

Then William simply removed his boxer shorts, exposing his hard cock. The man had a dense, thick bush and a long foreskin covered his cockhead although he was completely erect.

"I can't take it" he said. "I've got to play with my dick while I watch this. "Randy, why don't you get a little bit more comfortable?

"I think I will" the sheriff said.

He set Billy Paul off his lap and stood up. He kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt. Randy was proud of his own hairy chest and he had stayed in pretty good shape, although he was not the slim athlete he had been in high school. He was now wearing only his white cotton boxer shorts. He wasn't ready to lose those yet although they were clearly sticking out in the front as a result of his very hard cock.

"Why don't you help the doctor out, Billy Paul" his father asked him. "The doc is working awfully hard. You know what to do."

Billy Paul walked over to the doctor, removed the towel from his waist and began to stroke his hard uncut cock.

"This is a tasty looking morsel on this ginger boy" the doctor said. "Has it ever been tasted?"

Everyone was silent.

"I'd love to have the first taste" William said as he moved right beside the doctor. He leaned in as the doctor stopped stoking the boy and began to slowly stroke his own thick, hard dick.

William leaned over and began to lick Dopie's little sac. Dopie began to moan softly as he did so. The doctor lifted Billy Paul and laid him on the table right beside his friend. Then the doc began to lick his little ball sac. The doctor spread the boy's tanned legs apart, exposing his little pink hole.

"I've been wanting to taste this for a very long time" he said.

Puck began to lick Billy Paul's tiny pink hole. He was lapping at it even as William parted Dopie's legs and began to lick him.

Watching the two big men leaned over two cute boys, eating their holes was very stimulating for the sheriff and he pulled his own hard, thick, veiny cock out of his boxers and began to stroke it. William was dripping pre-cum from his hard dick as he ate Dopie's hole.

"There's nothing like eating cherry boy puss" he said.

Randy moved closer to the table beside the doctor and began to stroke Billy Paul's tanned leg as the doctor continued his assault with his tongue on the boy. The doctor was pulling the boy's buttocks apart as widely as he could, exposing the boy's yawning little hole. Randy imagined how good the wet hole would feel on his dick meat and wondered if it was even possible that he could get his dick inside the kid without splitting the boy apart.

Randy heard his own son moaning louder and looked over to see that Will had the boy's little cock engulfed in his mouth. Dopie had grabbed his hair and was holding on for dear life as the man pleasured his virgin cock.

"Stop, stop!" Dopie began to yell. "I've got to pee!"

Randy was alarmed but William showed no sign of letting up. The doctor took his mouth off Billy Paul just long enough to tell Dopie to relax.

"Let it go, boy," he said. "You're not gonna pee but your willy's about to feel really good. Just let it go."

Dopie held on to William's head as his little legs went rigid. They were extended and straight as boards. Randy could see the boy's chest rising and falling quickly and he realized he had just seen his son have his first dry climax.

The doc was going to town on Billy Paul's hard cocklet now as he continued to aggressively finger fuck the boy. "It's coming, doc," he moaned. "It feels so good, doc. Please don't stop sucking me, please."

The boy started humping the doctor's face, then he went rigid. He held on to the doctor's head, not wanting him to further stimulate his hypersensitive little dick.

Randy again looked over at his son and William. The man now had his tongue in his son's mouth, kissing the boy deeply. He saw his son using his hand to stroke the man's big, hard dick even as the man continued to make out with the boy.

Doc had removed his head from Billy Paul's cock now and he kissed the boy. Then he pulled the boy's legs to the edge of the table and positioned himself to enter the boy with his big grown cock.

"Wait a minute, doctor, you're gonna hurt that boy" the sheriff said. "He can't take that grown up cock of yours."

"Then his daddy and his brother are liars" the doctor laughed. "They've both been puttin' it to the young `un since he started getting them pretty hairs. That's kind of a custom in our group, you know. We don't fuck a boy till he gets pubes."

"Unfortunately that's true" William said. "It's unfortunate cause I sure would love to feel your boy riding my dick" he chuckled.

We all watched as the doc lined up his cock with Billy Paul's tight, pink hole. Puck shoved his cock all the way into the boy without hesitation. Billy Paul gasped, then started trying to propel himself backward, trying to get away from the invading cock.

"Ow, it's too big, it hurts!" the boy cried, struggling to get away from t he dick.

"Settle down, son," the boy's father told him. "You know it always hurts a little at first. It'll start feeling really good in a minute."

"That's my fault" the doc said. "I forgot to grease up my dick. Sorry, Billy Paul."

The man withdrew his big cock from the boy and began coating it in the lubricating jelly.

"I just got in too big a hurry, kid" he said. "It'll feel better this time."

"Billy Paul looked frightened as the man again prepared to enter his tiny hole with his thick daddy dick.

"Just relax, boy," he said, giving the boy a long, wet kiss right on his little pink lips.

With that he positioned his rock hard cock against the pink opening and eased his cock, slowly but steadily into the boy. Randy was amazed that the hole could expand to accept the thick cock, but it disappeared inch by inch into the boy until the man's thick pubes were pressed against the boy's crack. Puck had the boy's knees up against his chest, then he raised one of his legs into the air, to give a better view of his thick cock moving in and out of the boy. Randy couldn't take his eyes away from the scene. The boy's father was equally mesmerized as he watched his younger son get fucked by the doctor. Billy Paul still had his eyes closed and a smile on his little lips as he seemed to be enjoying the invasion of the daddy cock.

Puck reached around and began to handle Randy's big, hairy nuts. He stroked the sheriff's cock a few times and Randy could feel his cock getting sticky with pre-cum.

"Go to the top of the table and get on your knees, sheriff," Puck instructed him. "You haven't felt heaven till you feel this boy's tongue lapping at your hole."

Randy was shocked by the suggestion as he had never thought of doing anything that nasty but he obeyed the doctor. He squatted at the top of the table, his big nuts in the boy's face. Billy Paul wasted no time in starting to lick the man's nut sac and weighing his nuts in his small hands. Then he felt Billy Paul guiding him to where his man hole was right over the boy's mouth. It was like an electric shock when the sheriff felt the boy's wet, pink tongue touch his hole. He could feel his hard cock dripping pre-cum onto the boy as he licked and lapped at the man's hairy hole. It was a feeling like the sheriff had never experienced and the nastiness of the whole scene made it all the more exciting for the sheriff.

"Get on your knees, sheriff and have a taste of this pretty boy dick" the doctor said.

Randy did as he was instructed and went to his knees with Billy Paul's head between his knees. He leaned forward and took the boy's hard spike into his mouth, setting up a rhythm with the doctor's strokes into the boy's butt. Then Randy felt little Billy Paul's sweet mouth on his cock. He could take the whole thing in his little mouth, but he managed to get the fat head and to move the foreskin back and forth over the head with each stroke. The sheriff could hear the wet stroke sounds as the doc plunged his cock in and out of the boy and the wet wounds of Billy Paul sucking his dick. He was again enjoying the taste of boy cock as he heard Dopie gagging. He couldn't see what was going on, but he heard William urging the boy to slow down and swallow, so he knew William was feeding his dick to his son. All the sounds were like an erotic overload and Randy felt his climax coming. He started stuffing more of his cock into the boy and Billy Paul was gagging with each thrust. The sound of that made Puck fuck the boy harder.

"I'm getting' close, Billy Paul," the doctor said. "I'm about to load that ass of yours with some daddy cum."

"Do it, Puck," William said. "Load my boy. Breed that little son of a bitch."

Randy started to punch more of his dick into Billy Paul's mouth. The boy was gagging loudly now as Randy started thrusting wildly, determined to deliver his load into the boy's throat.

"Oh fuck, here it comes, boy," the doctor said as he bred little Billy Paul.

He was thrusting wildly until his body went rigid and he collapsed on the boy, still holding his legs above him. Randy started his finish at the same time, delivering a load into the boy's throat. He was struggling to get away from Randy's cock, the sheriff's semen now all over his face and his chest. Puck's breathing was still fast, as he licked semen from Billy Paul's body. Randy took his mouth off Billy Paul's still hard little spike as the boy's father was nearing a climax in Dopie's mouth.

Dopie was gagging loudly as we turned to see William seated in the chair with Dopie on his knees in front of the man. William had the boy's head in both his hands thrusting it wildly down on his cock.

"Take it, boy," William said as he continued his wild thrusts. "Get every fucking drop of this daddy cum!"

With that, William stopped thrusting and held the still-gagging Dopie's head pressed to his pubes. Dopie was sputtering and trying unsuccessfully to get out of the man's tight grip. He eventually let go of the boy's head. Dopie stood up and walked over to the table as the doc pulled his spent cock out of Billy Paul's well-used hole. The sheriff sat on the side of the table and pulled Dopie up onto his lap. Billy Paul went over and took a seat on one of his dad's knees.

"Your little willy's still hard, boy," Randy told his son.

"Yes, sir, I'd like it to have that good feeling again" Dopie said.

"Did you like havin' it sucked on?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "It really felt good and when I went all tingly it felt great."

"Why don't you ask Billy Paul if he wants to suck on it for you a little bit?" Randy asked.

The boy looked over at his young friend.

"Sure, Dopie, I'd like to suck it" Billy Paul said. "Will you suck on me too?"

"Sure" the boy said innocently.

Randy laid his boy on his side on the exam table. Billy Paul walked over to the table and climbed on. Billy Paul's face was at Dopie's crotch and Dopie faced Billy Paul's.

"Go for it, boys," the doctor said.

The boys put each others' cocklets in their mouths and started sucking. It was so cute to see the boys chowing down on each other. It didn't take much sucking before Billy Paul got all tingly and had another dry climax as Dopie sucked him. Dopie seemed to be getting frustrated but Billy Paul continued to suck him. It was as if the boy would get really close, but he couldn't quite reach the top of the mountain. Doctor Puckett moved in to help out. He took Dopie's little hard cock in his hand and lubricated it. Then he began to talk softly to the boy and lick his neck. He gently nibbled the boy's ear and it wasn't long before the boy went rigid, his entire body quivering. As his breathing slowed and his muscles relaxed, he smiled at the doctor and thanked him.

"I ain't never felt nothin' like that" the boy said. "Thank you, doctor."

"You boys run in the next room and shower real quick while I have a little talk with your fathers. The two naked boys hustled off to the shower while the men took seats.

"I don't believe there is a real problem with Dopie's development" he said. "Boys are all different and I think he's going to be one of the ones who matures a little later. Everything is in working order. As you saw, he had two hard dry climaxes today. The second one was a little more difficult to get to. I think that is because he's had some degree of sexual repression. The boy should be encouraged to talk about sex and to experiment within his age group and with caring older males. I think he will be fine. Randy, I'm going to give you a cream that I suggest you rub on his pubic area and in his behind every day. It has some stimulating factors and it will increase the intimacy between you and your son. Based on what I observed here today, I think you have maybe had a hard time acknowledging your boy's sexuality. This is not a criticism and it is not unusual. I hope you will be able to open up around the boy more and not withhold yourself from him emotionally or physically."

Randy breathed a sigh of relief that nothing physically appeared to be wrong with his son. He wasn't sure he understood exactly what the doctor was saying but he was relieved that his boy was physically fine.

"William, I think Billy Paul is right on track to become a very sexual creature. His ass felt like velvet when I was fucking him and he moves in the same way your older boy did when he was his age. My one concern about the boy is whether he is having the social interactions which would be so beneficial to him. I know you're in a much smaller town now and the opportunities are not as easy as in a bigger town, but I think he needs to be interacting more with boys his own age. He was getting frustrated when he couldn't give Dopie a climax. I think that is because he is so accustomed to sexual interactions with older males."

"You know, Doc, Randy and I have been thinking about starting a scout troop in Gayberry" he said. "They don't have anything like that and I think it would be good for the boys and fun for us adults."

The man was stroking his thick cock as he talked. He had remained naked, as had the doc, while Randy had been quick to put his boxer shorts back on.

"Doctor, I have one other thing I'd like to discuss, if you don't mind" Randy said. "I have a young athlete back home who got in some trouble yesterday. Seems he's been trying to seduce a young girl in our town, who just happens to be the daughter of the mayor. She's a wild little thing and I think she wants it, but the boy was ready to trick her into having sex. We don't cotton to that kind of behavior in our town and the boy is now in my charge to discipline. The parents are thinking about sending the girl to a school for girls in Chattanooga but they aren't sure what to do."

"So you are in the position to discipline the young stud and you would like to advise the parents on what to do with the girl?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," the sheriff replied.

"Well, the situation with the girl is easy" Doctor Puck said. "It used to be a very tough problem for parents of wild girls. In the position of the mayor, his reputation could be ruined with one quick fuck and an unwanted baby planted in his daughter. There is a new pill on the market now which, if taken daily, can prevent pregnancy. It's almost 100% effective and not dangerous at all. If she will take those pills, the problem is solved. She can fuck all she wants and not get pregnant. The only problem is keeping it a secret from the rest of the town. I can give you a couple months supply of those pills."

"That would be great" Randy said. "I thank you on behalf of our mayor. Now what about the boy?"

"That's more difficult" the doctor said. "Severe measures are in order here. I would isolate him from his parents and teach him a lesson. Have you threatened him with prison?"

"Yes, sir," he said. "I told him I had connections in Statesville and could have him locked up in a heartbeat. He's very scared of that. I currently have him naked except for a pair of his girlfriend's panties and handcuffed to an overhead bar in my jail."

All three shared a laugh at the thought of that. Randy noticed talking about it made his cock twitch and he noticed the other two men had begun slowly rubbing their own flaccid cocks.

"What is your plan for the boy?" the doctor asked.

"I ain't sure" the sheriff replied. "I have a band around his nuts right now, threatening to castrate him. He was pretty scared when I left him alone all night in that jail cell."

"That's a good beginning" the doctor said. "You must put the fear of God into that boy. You need to do everything you can to make sure that when he thinks of young puss, it turns him off or scares him to death. There is something called aversion therapy. You obtain a cattle prod from one of the farmers in your town then you show him pictures of naked girls or women and when he starts getting hard, hit him with all the voltage the cattle prod can deliver."

"I think I understand what you're saying, doctor" Randy said. "I appreciate your help."

"Any time, my friend" Puck said. "I hope that when you guys get your scout troop up and running, you might invite me and my boys down for a campout. I also hope to see William propose you and Dopie for membership in the Esquire Club as soon as he starts to sprout some hairs over that pretty little cock of his. We don't have nearly enough hot little ginger boys in the club. I'm sure Dopie will be very popular with that uncut little wiener and some flaming pubes. That's a fine looking little round butt on that boy. Any father would be proud to have that living under his roof."

The boys and the men all said their good-byes and the Gayberry crew started their journey home.

They had only gone a couple of miles when William started a conversation.

"Sounds like you've managed to get the mayor in your pocket" he said. "Those pills Puck gave you are worth a million bucks to a father with a wild daughter who wants dick. I think you can have some fun with that. And I'd love to meet this boy you're teaching a lesson to. I've been told I have a little mean streak in me so I might be able to help you out with the boy. We can't have our teen-agers out there seducing and raping our virgins."

"I'd welcome all the help I can get" the sheriff said. "There's a whole lot I don't know about teen-age boys."

"But you seem willing and eager to learn" William said.

"That's a fact" the sheriff said, with an evil smile.