Welcome to Gayberry
`Gayberry, my Gayberry, fairest village in the Carolinas', as the old song went. It's a place where boys are boys and men are men and women really don't matter all that much. It's a time when there was no color television or cable news and people didn't really give a rat's ass about what went on outside their own town, except for where the stills and the bootleggers were located. It's a time and a place with no racial tension because there was only one race living in the town. Gayberry, my Gayberry, indeed.
Sheriff Randy Gaylor ran a pretty tight ship, although he never carried a gun. He said he believed in earning the respect of the people rather than intimidating them but it was rumored that he had accidentally shot off the large toe of his right foot early in his career and he wanted to keep the other nine. The Sheriff had a pretty live-and-let-live attitude about things and was pretty cool as long as no one got too far out of line and as long as no one embarrassed him.
The sheriff had grown up here and graduated from the local high school. He was a good student but not a great one. He was a good football player but not a great one. He had attended junior college over in Mount Pilot, earning an associate's degree, and then had gotten a job as a dispatcher in the sheriff's department up in Raleigh for a couple of years.
When he came back here and ran for sheriff, he was unopposed and had never had any serious opposition since. While he was away, he'd acquired a red-headed son who was now eleven-going-on-twelve. No one had ever met the boy's mother. The sheriff was vague about her but it was assumed she'd probably died in childbirth and no one asked too many questions because childbirth was not considered an acceptable topic for polite conversation in Gayberry. When he moved back, he brought with him an older woman he said was his aunt. They all called her Aunt Flea and no one questioned her familial relationship with the sheriff and his boy or the origin of her unusual name.
Since the sheriff had been married, everyone just accepted that he, like all married men, had gotten used to getting pussy at least once a day. It was commonly known that once a man got used to draining his nuts daily, it was dangerous for him to ignore that. A lot of men needed more than one draining a day, but once was the minimum daily requirement.
Since women were such gossips, it wasn't safe to try to fuck any of the single women in town. The gossip would have spread like wildfire and would have damaged any girl's reputation. More than a few marriages in the county had been performed at the end of a shotgun when a father found out a boy had been tapping his daughter's puss. A few of the married women liked an extra helping of cock every now and then, but most of the available ones were unattractive and they couldn't be counted on to keep their mouths shut. There was talk that the wife of the town drunk, Ovis, liked some cock, but she was really unattractive, with the overbite of a billy goat. Sheriff Randy Gaylor decided that a wet mouth in a dark bathroom at the service station was preferable to putting a bag over some bitch's head every time he wanted to get his rocks off. Paper bags could get expensive over time.
That's where Homer came in. He was the sole employee up at Folly's Gas Station, about half a mile up the road from the court house. Homer was a hometown boy too. He was always said to be a little off, but no one seemed able to explain what that meant. All the men in town knew exactly what it meant. It meant Homer liked cock and lots of it. He'd been draining cocks in Gayberry since he was in the sixth grade, when the coach over at the high school caught the boy sniffing his jock. He asked the boy if he liked sniffing jocks and he answered that he did. That was the day Homer sucked his coach's cock and he hadn't slowed down since then.
Homer started working at Folly's that same year and the owner cut a hole between the stalls in the men's bathroom. All you had to do was pull into the station and honk seven times. Then you'd go into the men's room, put your dick through the hole and Homer would get there as fast as he could. He'd hit his knees and start sucking your dick till you fed him the load he wanted. The nicest part of it was that he always said "thank you."
Since Sheriff Randy needed his cock drained every day, most of the men in town knew the sheriff liked to drop by on his way home from work. So most all of them stayed away from about 5:10 till about 5:30. It was an unspoken way to honor their sheriff. You could pretty much count on Randy pulling his patrol car into the station every day and Homer taking care of him.
There was another unspoken rule at the station. Boys couldn't be serviced till they started getting pubes. Homer would watch all the boys walking home from school and wonder which of them might be in next week or next month with their daddy ready to feed him some boy cream. Homer had his eye on the sheriff's cute little ginger son for a couple of years. He could hardly wait till little Dopey grew a few pubes so he could get his mouth on that boy cock. He'd often ask the sheriff if there was any progress.
"Little Dopie growing anything?" he'd ask the sheriff almost daily.
"Not a thang, Homer," the sheriff would answer. "Ain't nary a thang growing down there."
The question never got old for the sheriff. He was glad to see someone take such an interest in his boy and it kind of excited him to think about sharing the glory hole with his own flesh and blood, although he'd never admit that to anyone.
All was well in Gayberry until Sheriff Randy made the decision that he needed a deputy. The town had approved a little salary and Randy wanted to make sure he found someone who would never question his own authority in the town. He found the perfect candidate the day his second cousin, Arney walked into the court house to apply for the position.
Arney was the same age as the sheriff but was a tiny guy, about 5'6" and weighing a shade under a hundred pounds. He'd never been the brightest guy in school and had never played any sports. He'd been chairman of the tin foil recycling drive and a member of the Spanish Club, although he couldn't speak a word of the language. He had left Gayberry after graduation to take a job as a security guard at a bank in Mount Airy, but, on the day of his interview, said he wanted to get back to his own hometown. Sheriff Gaylor hired him on the spot, making it clear the deputy was never to question the sheriff's authority in any matter. Arney said he was hoping to renew his old courtship with a girl in town. He said he and Velma Sue had been writing since he left and they were meeting at the diner for some supper. Arney invited Randy to join them, but he declined. Randy said he had never taken time for dating as he considered it his responsibility to raise his son rather than being all over the county chasing pussy. What he didn't tell the deputy was that old Homer's mouth was taking adequate care of his needs.
On his first day of work, Arney had met the sheriff's son, Dopie, when the boy stopped by the jail after school. The ginger cutie was all excited because it had been announced the town would be sponsoring races at the upcoming Mayberry Founders Day Festival. Dopie had decided to enter the fifty yard dash.
"Paw, I wanna win that medal more than anything I've ever wanted," the boy explained. "I'll wear it all the time and won't ever take it off `cept to take a bath ever once in a while."
Arney started to tell the boy how he had had run track in high school and had been a champion, winning countless medals. Randy remembered things quite differently but he chose to keep his mouth shut as Arney recounted for the boy he had trained hard for the races and he offered to help Dopie with his training. Dopie accepted the offer of help enthusiastically and they agreed to meet the following morning, as it was a Saturday, at the school football field to begin training.
When Dopey left, Sheriff Randy told Arney he remembered things quite differently. His recollection was that Arney hadn't been able to figure out how to put on a jockstrap in physical education class and had been the laughing stock of the school. Sheriff Randy also remembered how mercilessly Arney had been teased about his tiny penis all the way through junior high and high school, although he didn't mention that to the deputy. The sheriff chose to stay quiet about all of that as he really didn't want to embarrass his deputy on his first day on the job.
It was later that day that the sheriff became concerned over his new hire. Just before five, the deputy came into the court house. He looked gravely concerned.
"Range," he began, "I've been hearing some things that really could be a serious problem. I think we've heard the nasty rumors about goings-on up at the gas station for years. I never believed a word of it and I know you didn't either. But I've had several men ask me today if I'd be stopping in at the gas station for regular blow jobs now that I'm back in town."
He whispered the words blow' and jobs' and only after checking to make sure absolutely no one else was in the building.
"Oh, Arney," the sheriff began, "you know how people talk. We've known old Homer for years. You don't really believe he'd be capable of..."
"Oh, no, no, no" Arney protested. "I don't believe it at all. I think people are just talking. We may need to nip it. Nip it in the bud."
"Well, I think we need to just leave it alone" he said. "Haters gonna hate and people gonna talk. We need to go on about our business and ignore ignorant gossip. You need to just stay away from that service station unless you're needing gas."
As he spoke, the sheriff felt his thick, uncut cock hardening in his pants. He was thinking how nice it would feel to have Homer's hot, wet mouth on his meat and to hear the boy slurping as he gave him a wet, hot hummer.
"What's that smile about, Range?"Arney asked him as the sheriff reflected on where his hard cock would be in just a few more minutes.
"Oh, nothing"the sheriff said. "Just thinking about how fast that boy of mine is growing up. Arney, do you think I need to pick up a jockstrap for the boy to run in?"
"It probably wouldn't hurt," the deputy said, apparently having forgotten his own humiliation in the school locker room. "We boys and men have to protect our most precious possessions. We wouldn't be very popular with the ladies if we damaged those."
The last was said with a knowing half-smile/half-smirk.
"You and Velma Sue going to the diner to get some supper?" he asked the deputy.
"Yessiree," the deputy responded. "Friday night's the chili special. It even comes with all the free crackers you can eat and no extra charge for corn bread."
"What are y'all doing after you eat?" the sheriff asked. "You gonna drive up to the lake and find a nice, dark spot and get in the back seat and...?"
"Randy Gaylor!" the deputy said. "Velma Sue ain't that kind of girl. And you ought to know better. You know, sometimes I'm surprised at you. That kind of talk could start something. And, you know, it just ain't polite."
"Well, a man's got needs" he said. "Them's just the facts."
"Some men aren't animals" he said. "Some of us can control ourselves and keep our animal desires in check. I'm surprised at you. A respected sheriff and the father of a young boy."
"If I'd kept my animal desires in check, I probably wouldn't have had that young son," Randy chuckled.
"That's not funny" he said. "Loose lips sink ships. That's what my mama used to say. Loose lips sink ships. That's the kind of talk that can ruin a reputation."
"You mean like the idle gossip you were listening to today about the gas station?" the sheriff asked.
"Exactly" the deputy replied.
The sheriff just shook his head at the deputy's complete lack of self-awareness.
"Keep your hands out of Velma Sue's panties and keep your fingers out of Velma Sue" Randy said as he left.
Deputy Arney Litttleflute sat glaring at the door as the sheriff went on his way. Randy stopped in at the drug store to pick up a jockstrap for his eleven year-old son.
Nellie, the attractive young pharmacist greeted him with a smile. Unnoticed by the sheriff, she glanced down at the front of his brown pants, noticing his still half-hard dick. She had only been in town a few months but she had noticed, on several occasions, the bulge displayed by the sheriff from time to time. She wondered about his pecker size. She had loved sucking dick when she was in college in Raleigh, but had done nothing since she had moved to Gayberry. She knew how quickly a girl's reputation could be ruined and she didn't want to embarrass her dear widowed uncle, whose business she had taken over to run.The girl wasn't dumb. She'd learned quickly that to be popular on campus, you had to be willing to make the boys happy but you couldn't get a reputation as a slut. The smart girls learned to get a boy off with their mouths while holding out on them with their puss till they got a ring on their finger.
Nellie took a mental snapshot of the bulge to recall when she got home in her bathtub and began to touch herself.
"Are you okay, Miss Nellie?" the sheriff asked.
She realized she had been paying attention to the sheriff's bulge instead of to the sheriff's words.
"Oh, I'm fine, sheriff," she answered quickly. "It's just been a long day and I'm a little tired. Ready to go home and get in a warm bath.
The thought of the attractive young girl naked in a bathtub made Randy's dick twitch. He'd noticed her big titties the first time he laid eyes on her. Just thinking about handling those tits and licking them made his dick hard and he often closed his eyes and thought about those titties as Homer serviced his hard dick. He rubbed his crotch as he continued their conversation.
"Yeah, Miss Ellie," the sheriff began, "this is a little embarrassing for me. I don't suppose your uncle's around is he?"
"No, Randy, it's just me" she said. "But there's no need to be embarrassed. I'm a big girl and a professional. What do you need?"
"Well, actually, it's a matter of uh, a supporter, an athletic supporter for my son, Dopie," he said haltingly. His face had turned red as he said the words.
"No need to be embarrassed about that, Randy," she said. "I've sold lots of jockstraps. Now if it were for you and I had to ask about what size you'd need for yourself, then that might be a different situation."
Randy couldn't believe how brazen and how casual she was being about something so personal. His face turned even redder.
"Oh come on, sheriff," she said. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, is it? You want to protect his little jewels because some day you might want to be a grandpaw."
"That's far off in the future, I hope," the sheriff said. "Why the boy hasn't even gotten any..."
"Don't be embarrassed, Randy," she said. "We're both adults here. I know boys are starting puberty earlier than ever, but apparently that's not the case for little Dopie."
"I don't know what you mean by that, Miss Nellie," he said, slightly offended. "I assure you my son is all boy and he'll be ever bit as much of a man as his daddy is."
"I'm sure he will be, Randy," she said. "I didn't mean to get so personal and I apologize. But you do sound a tad concerned that the boy hasn't started ummm, developing yet. Sounds like you developed earlier than he is."
"That may be t he case or it may not be" he said. "Whatever the case is, I don't think it's suitin' for us to be talking about such personal things."
She went back behind the counter and came back with a box containing a small jock strap.
"This has the mesh pouch and a cup can be added later for extra protection if you wish" she said.
"How is it you know so much about these things?" the sheriff asked. "This is stuff that men ought to be talking about, not young ladies."
"Sheriff, I'm certainly sorry if I offended you but it is my job to know about such things" she said haughtily. "I realize that you may not approve of women in the workplace, but I think your attitude is one of a dinosaur. Women have been let out of the kitchen and are no longer required to stay barefoot and pregnant, whether you like it or not."
"Please put this on my bill" the sheriff said angrily.
"I certainly will, Sheriff Gaylor!" she said angrily as the sheriff left the business, slamming the door.
Randy got into the squad car and headed straight for the service station. He was thinking how much he'd like to slam his hard dick into that loudmouthed city bitch from the drug store and tear her puss apart. No woman had the right to question the manhood of his son or to question his boy's development. The truth was that it had hit a nerve in Randy. He remembered that he had started to grow a few long, brown pubic hairs before his tenth birthday. It was bothering him a little that there had been no sign of puberty on Dopie. He had been monitoring the boy since he had turned ten, expecting some signs at any time. Had had let Aunt Flea be in charge of bathing the boy until he had turned ten, over Aunt Flea's vigorous objections. At that age, Dopie became a little uncomfortable with having his Aunt bathe him and asked his dad to help. He had taken responsibility for the boy's hygiene since that time and was hoping to see some signs that the boy was developing normally.
He was in the bathroom with Dopie every time the boy took his bath. He was disappointed that the boy didn't even seem to get hard when he pulled back his little foreskin to wash like he had been taught. Randy had recently even considered taking him to be examined by a doctor in Mount Pilot or even in Raleigh. He didn't want to use the local doc because if there was a problem with his boy he didn't want old Doc Lawson talking about it over in the barber shop or down at the diner.
Randy pulled into the service station and tapped his horn. He didn't bother with the old signal of seven honks as no other cars were there. The unspoken signal was that if you wanted to be serviced you tapped the horn in the old `shave and a haircut – two bits' rhythm and Homer would immediately get to the glory hole. Today it only took two honks and the tall, thin man was headed that way.
"Hey, Homer," the sheriff said.
"Hey there, Randy," the man said in his slow, southern drawl. "How's the sheriffin' business?"
"Fine, Homer," he said. "I've got a load in my nuts that needs draining and needs draining fast," he said.
"Golllly, you've come to the right place for that," Homer said. "That's for sure."
Homer went into the second stall, the one against the wall and sat down on the toilet, peering through the hole. He stayed fully clothed, as he usually did. Andy undid his belt, his pants, and his zipper and dropped his brown pants and his full white cotton boxer shorts to his ankles. His dick was already at full mast. It was a thick, veiny cock with a long foreskin which completely hid his pink, shiny cockhead. Randy put his cock through the hole in the stall and waited to feel Homer's hot, wet mouth.
"Lordy Lord" Homer said, "you're really ready today, aren't you?"
"Just shut the fuck up and get on that dick" the sheriff said. "I'm in the mood to have my cock sucked, not for a conversation."
Homer took the sheriff's thick, veiny cock all the way into his mouth with the foreskin still covering the cockhead. Randy shoved it in and out of his mouth, and on the second inward thrust, Homer used his lips to expose the sensitive cockhead.
"Awww fuck yeah!" the sheriff said. "Suck that dick, boy. Suck it good and get that fucking load. Take every inch of that fucking hard dick, you cocksucker!"
Randy looked down as his thick brown bush would hit the green wall of the stall with every thrusting motion. He felt Homer start to touch his balls.
"Not today, Homer," he said. "Just suck my cock. Nothing more. Just work for that fucking load."
Homer obeyed unquestioningly. He knew the sheriff would feed him a hot, creamy load. He could be counted on for a huge spunk every time he showed up Homer wanted to please this man, even as his mind wandered a bit to the sheriff's hairless little ginger son. He wondered if the boy's cock would ever match his dad's in its length or thickness. No one Homer had ever sucked had a thicker bush and the man had large, hairy nuts which he sometimes liked rubbed and licked. But today it was all about the dick and shooting his wad.
"Fuck yeah, I'm about to feed you" the sheriff said, getting louder. "Eat that big, hard dick!"
There were no homes anywhere close to the service station and no one else around so the sheriff felt free to let it rip.
"Suck that dick, Homer," he said. "You're about to get that fucking load and you better not spill a single fucking drop. Take that load, cocksucker! Awwwww fuuuuuck, you goddamned cocksucker! Fuuuuck!"
The sheriff gripped the top of the stall as he filled Homer's mouth with his tasty, hot spunk. His legs were rigid as he told the boy to go easy.
"Careful on that cock now, boy," the sheriff said in a much quieter voice.
Randy always became hypersensitive after cumming and Homer knew what he liked. He wanted the boy to hold his cock in his throat as far as it would go until it began to desensitize. Then and only then could Homer open his mouth as wide as it would open and release the cock without any friction on the man's dick. The man's still tumescent meat was hanging through the glory hole like an obscene sausage. Homer knew not to touch the spent dick. Randy needed his own time after shooting his load and it was always on the sheriff's terms.
The sheriff zipped his pants and fastened his belt. He then sat on the closed toilet seat for a few minutes as his breathing returned to normal.
Homer came out of the stall and stood in front of the open stall where the sheriff was sitting. The boy wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve.
"How was that, Randy?" he asked, just as he always did.
"That was real good, Homer, real good" the sheriff told him. "As good as always. I'm glad I can count on you, boy."
He had always thought of Homer as a boy although he was only a couple of years younger than himself. Most folks would have said Homer was a few bricks shy of a full load. There was, however, not a sweeter soul in the entire Carolinas. The same could be said of his mouth.
"You had a busy day, Homer?" the sheriff asked the boy.
"Shucks yeah" Homer said. "Fridays' always one of my busiest days. I think all the men in town want some relief before the weekend in case their wives ain't in the mood for some lovin'. I'm happy to take care of `em"
"You're one of this town's real treasures, Homer" the sheriff told him. "I give you credit for keepin' this town from having a whole gaggle or unwanted young'uns."
"Thank you sheriff" the boy said.
As they talked they heard a light tapping on the door of the men's room.
"Come on in," Homer said.
The visitor was a young boy the sheriff recognized as being in his son's class at school. He wasn't shy in the least and was already rubbing his tented crotch as he walked in the door.
"Howdy sheriff," the boy said.
"Well hey, Buddy," the sheriff responded. "What are you doin' here. You needin' to pee?"
"Naw, sir," the boy said. "I'm here to see Homer. My daddy dropped me off and I'm gonna walk on home after we finish."
"Why, aren't you a little young to be here, son?" the sheriff asked.
"No, sir" the boy. "I been getting pubes since last Christmas and my brother brought me here as soon as I showed him. My paw says he's too young yet to be a grandpaw" the boy chuckled.
Randy started to leave them in privacy.
"You don't have to leave, Sheriff Randy" the boy said. "I like to be watched. My daddy watches sometimes and so does my big brother."
Well, I don't know about that, son" Randy said.
"Oh come on, Randy" Gomer said. "Buddy here really does like being watched. We don't even bother with that hole in the wall when he's here unless his daddy's with him."
Homer sat on the closed toilet in the stall and Arnold stood directly in front of him as he dropped his jeans and his underwear in one movement. The boy's butt was perfect – two creamy orbs. Randy walked over so he could get a better view of the action. Young Buddy smiled at the sheriff as the man checked out the boy's four inch erection. The boy's little dick was standing straight up. He had no foreskin but a nice, pink circumcision scar. His dick was already twitching. The boy giggled as he made it jump. The sheriff watched as Homer handled the boy. He ran his fingers through the boy's pubes. It wasn't a thick bush, but it was nice. It was a slightly darker brown than the hair on his head and the boy started to moan and breathe faster as Homer handled his little ball sac and tickled the boy's hairless perineum with his long finger. The boy spread his legs and squatted slightly to give Home access to his hole. It was a nasty thing to watch and Sheriff Randy was enjoying it. He just hoped and prayed no one would walk in and see him watching this obscene act. He didn't want anyone in town to think he might be homosexual.
Homer had the boy moaning before he ever touched the boy cock with his mouth.
"Shazam! Just look at all that cock twitch" Homer said as the boy gasped with pleasure.
Homer used his tongue to lap at the boy's piss-hole taking the lad's cock head into his hungry mouth. He was teasing the boy's little hole with his finger as he engulfed the cocklet entirely. Benjamin moaned and began to thrust into the man's mouth.
Homer pulled off the boy's dick.
"Slow down, Buddy" he said. "You don't want to climax too fast."
"I need to peak, Homer" the boy said. "I've been hard all day. We had physical education and I saw the coach in his jock. His big old dick and his big old nuts swinging in the pouch made me want to have the shakes. I been hard for hours."
"Okay, Buddy," Homer said. "Just feed me that sweet boycock."
Buddy started pumping his cock into the man's mouth. Homer spread the boy's legs a little wider. It looked like Benjamin wanted his hole played with so Homer managed to get one of his pants legs off. The boy had a beautiful little butt and he apparently enjoyed having it touched. Homer held onto the boy's asscheeks as he took the pounding little cock. Randy couldn't believe it when he saw Homer's index finger enter the boy's tiny pink hole. The boy gasped.
"Fuck yeah, Homer" the boy said. "Finger that hole."
Homer fingerfucked the boy energetically as the lad continued to thrust his little cock into the man's mouth. He was ready to climax and he started breathing really fast as he moaned.
"Fuck yeah, Homer" he said. "Suck that hard cock. Fuck me fast and suck my dick!"
The boy's legs went rigid as he thrust into the man's mouth five or six more times. He had enjoyed a nice dry cum. He held the older man's head still, his cock still engulfed in the man's mouth.
"Don't move yet, Homer" the boy said.
Homer couldn't talk because his mouth was still holding the boy's cock. A minute or so passed before Benjamin released Homer's head and the man pulled his mouth off the boy's now spent and softening cock.
"Thank you, Benjamin," Homer said. "You're gonna be feedin' me some boycum real soon. I can just tell" he said.
"You hit my special spot with your finger today" Benjamin said. "I sure do like that."
The man withdrew his finger from the boy's hole and Benjamin pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt.
"See you next week, Homer" the boy said. "Have a good weekend, Sheriff Gaylor. By the way, sheriff, has Dopie started coming here yet? I ain't seen him and we ain't talked about it. We don't say nothin' about this place at school."
"No, son," the sheriff said. "You better run along home now or your paw will be worryin' about you."
"Paw knows I'm safe when I'm visitin' Homer" the boy said cheerfully as he left.
"How long's Buddy been comin' here, Homer?" the sheriff asked when the boy was gone.
"I thank it was just before Christmas" Homer said. "The first time he come was when his big brother brought him. You know his big brother, the football player. He told me Buddy had got him some hair but his paw was too embarrassed to bring him. So his paw had his brother bring him. I love when both brothers come together. Sometimes now their paw comes with `em. He likes to watch while he beats off."
"Really, Homer?" the sheriff asked.
"Yes, sir" Homer answered. "I don't think there's a man in this town who ain't been at this hole at one time or another. The only who ain't is probably your deputy. I ain't never seen him here. He must be getting what he needs and wants from his girlfriend" Homer said.
"You're probably right, Homer," Randy told him. "I think I better be getting' on home. Aunt Flea will have our supper ready before long and she ain't a bit happy when we're late."
Thanks for coming by, Sheriff" he said. "I'm always glad to see you. How's that boy of yours, sheriff?" he asked. "Any signs of anything yet?"
"Not a thang yet, Homer," he said. "You can bet you'll be the goddamn first to know when the grass starts growing on that playing field."
"I shore do appreciate that, Randy" he said. He left the bathroom feeling fed, his tummy full of the sheriff's hot, tasty cum.
He noticed that the sheriff sure did seem to be in an ornery mood today but he guessed he was just tired.