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Welcome to Gayberry – 2

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Randy drove the very short distance to his home and walked into a very quiet house. He figured Aunt Flea was in the kitchen, preparing their dinner. He checked the mantle for any mail and found a couple of bills. He put them back but turned them facedown so that Aunt Flea would know to pay them. They had a very nice routine in their home. The woman knew her place and so did his boy. Randy kicked off his shoes and sat down in the living room to read the paper.

"Randy, I didn't hear you come in" Aunt Flea said in her singsong voice. She was dressed, as usual, in a print dress and a ruffled apron. Randy recognized the apron as one he had given her for her last birthday.

"Where's Dopie?" he asked.

"Oh, Randy," she said, "the boy's out doing his training. He's so determined to win that medal. He's talked about nothing else since he found about the races. Do you think he has a chance?"

"Of course he does" Randy said. "I won my share in high school and he's got my genes. I expect he'll do right well and even if he doesn't win, I spect he'll place."

"Aww, Randy," she said as she wrung her hands. "I'm not sure he'll be happy with just placing. He really wants to win. I'm not sure you're raising the boy to show the proper amount of humility."

"I think the boy'll be all right. I think he'll do okay" Randy said.

Dopie came in with his best friend, Billy Paul, tagging along. Billy Paul was a cute boy with brown hair and blonde streaks from being in the sun. He was around Dopie's age and a couple of inches taller than Dopie.

"Paw, can Billy Paul spend the night with me tonight?" Dopie asked. "His dad says it's okay with him if it's okay with you."

"Well sure, son," Randy said. "You know you told Arney you'd meet him over at the school to train bright and early."

"That'll be great, Paw," the boy said. "Billy Paul's runnin' too. But he signed up for a different event. He's doing the 100 yard race so we wouldn't have to compete with each other, what with us being best friends, and all."

"That's very smart of you boys" Aunt Flea said. "You boys need to go upstairs and wash up for dinner. Go up one at a time. It isn't proper for more than one person to be in the bathroom at a given time. Now run along, Dopie. I made that apple pie that's your favorite for dessert."

After running back to Billy Paul's to grab an overnight bag, the boys got washed up and everyone sat down for their evening meal. Dopie said grace and the entire group dug into to delicious fried chicken, mashed potatoes and green beans. Sheriff Taylor asked the boys how many kids had signed up for the events. Neither boy was certain how many but Billy Paul said a girl had tried to sign up. The boys said they had all laughed at her when she was told no girls could participate.

"As if a girl could beat us boys," Dopie said, laughing. "Sports ain't for girls."

"Girls can do many things well," Aunt Flea said. "I'm just not sure that sports is an appropriate thing for girls. Maybe they could organize a cooking or baking event or even a sewing competition for the girls. And they can always compete in the Miss Gayberry Pageant once they're old enough."

"I agree with Aunt Flea, Randy said. "Girls should have things to compete in but they should be separate from the boys. Separate but equal is the right way in all things."

Sheriff asked Billy Paul how old he was and the boy said he was almost four months younger than Dopey. This concerned Randy a bit because Billy Paul was at least two inches taller than Dopie. In the back of his mind, Randy was quietly wondering if his son was really normal or if his development might be somehow stunted. He decided he'd check out whether Billy Paul was showing any development down below at bath time. He felt his dick thickening as he thought about examining the young handsome boy. He wasn't sure why that was happening but it certainly was. He told the boys after dinner they should plan on a nice bath and advised them they should get any homework done so they wouldn't have it hanging over their heads all weekend. Billy Paul said he didn't usually have to take a bath on Friday nights since Saturday wasn't a school day. Dopie tried to join in but the sheriff shut both boys down, making it clear both would have baths tonight.

"You boys are at the point in your lives where your bodies are going to be going through some changes," Randy told them. "It becomes more important than ever that you make sure you bathe every single day."

"What kind of changes are you talking about, Paw?" Dopie asked. "Are we gonna grow an extra arm or something?"

Both boys laughed at his joke.The sheriff looked around the room to make sure that his aunt was not overhearing this conversation as he was most careful about the possibility of offending her with things women shouldn't hear.

"Nothin like that, son," he said, "but boys go through something called puberty at around the age you are right now. Has either of you ever heard of that?"

Dopie had never heard the word but Billie Paul said his own father had discussed it with him several months ago.

"Dad says we should bathe regularly and he already has me using deodorant," the boy explained.

Dopie wanted to know what deodorant was and what it was used for. Randy explained that to him.

"So you've already started using deodorant, Billie Paul?" the sheriff asked.

"Yes, sir," he answered. "Dad says it's better to be safe than sorry. Dad said there are other changes that will be happening too. Daddy had his and mom's bathroom remodeled and had one of those big showers put in. I still like taking baths but when dad lets me shower with him, I like that too."

"Your daddy lets you shower with him?" Randy asked the boy.

"Not all the time," Billy Paul said. "Just sometimes, like when mom's not around. I like it and I think dad does too. We call it our `guy time'."

Randy was reflecting on Billy Paul's showering with his father. He had always been very modest around his own boy. As far as he could recall, the boy had not even seen him naked since he was just a toddler. If he woke up during a storm or something and was scared, Aunt Flea had always taken the boy into her bed. Randy had just never felt comfortable about the idea of his own son seeing him without any clothes on or with having his young son in his bed. Randy had been giving some thought into remodeling his own bathroom and he thought this might be the right time to do it. After all, Dopie wouldn't be a little boy forever.

At that moment, the phone rang. Sheriff Randy answered and it was Tara Bedford, a dear friend of Aunt Flea's. Aunt Flea came in to talk to her. As it turned out, Tara was having trouble with a dress she was sewing for the Mayberry Day celebration. She was quite frustrated and Aunt Flea agreed to come right over as soon as she finished the supper dishes to help her out.

"Ain't it a little late for you to be going out, Aunt Flea?" Randy asked her.

"It is later than I like to be out" she said. "But Tara's in a dither and just can't figure it out. What are friends for if not to help out when they're needed?" she asked. "Will you be able to handle getting both boys bathed and into bed by yourself? You know it's a rule in this house that the boys limit their time in the bathroom and they're never in there together. Boys need constant supervision."

"I believe I can manage to get two little boys into their pajamas and into bed, Aunt Flea. Now you just go right on and help out your friend."

Sheriff Randy realized the conversation with the boys had ended before he had finished getting information about Billy Paul and whether the boy was showing any signs of puberty. The boys had headed up to start on their homework. Randy also was frustrated as he realized that he was still horny even after the excellent blowjob Homer had given him a couple of hours earlier.

That just wasn't like him. He was usually good for the night after one of Homer's suck sessions. Tonight he was feeling horny, restless and uncertain. He decided to walk out on the front porch and have a cigarette, hoping that might settle him down. Unfortunately, it had just the opposite effect.

Sheriff Gaylor lived directly across the street from the Mayor, who had a three daughters, the oldest being a beautiful fifteen year-old. She was dating the local barber's son and they were out on the Mayor's front porch in the swing. Randy couldn't help hearing their conversation. It was just two young people in the dark, unaware anyone else was hearing a word they were saying. They had no idea how sound travels on a quiet Carolina night.

"Stop that, Jimmy," the girl said, giggling.

"Stop what, Jenny?" the boy asked.

"Stop trying to take off my bra," she replied, still giggling.

It was obvious she wanted nothing more than for the boy to take her bra off which had apparently happened, judging from the sound of things.

"Ummmm, Oh my God, that feel so good," she purred.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied. "Now lick the other one."

It was very clear the boy had the girl's bra off, he was working on her bare tits with his hot tongue and she was liking it. Jimmy was a handsome young man. Randy was sure the boy's cock was probably as hard as a rock by now as he played with his girlfriend's tight young body.

"Don't!" the girl said. "I don't want you putting my hand on it. Nice girls don't touch boys down there."

"Sure they do. All the older girls do that. And your hand feels so good, Jenny," the boy said. "You see how excited you've got me?"

Again, she giggled.

"Jimmy, don't you dare unzip your pants..."

Her words were interrupted by another long wet kiss. The sheriff imagined the young girl now playing with the boy's hard cock.

"It's so big and it's so hot," she said.

"You like the way it feels in your hand?" he asked her.

"I love the way it feels in my hand," she said. "I can't believe how big it is. It's the first one I've ever touched."

"You like the way it feels in your hand, just wait till you feel it in your tight little..."

"Jimmy!" she said. "Not inside my panties. I told you a hand inside the panties was not allowed. Outside my panties is okay but never...inside...my...mmmm"

"But all the older girls do this" the boy said. "I wondered if maybe I shouldn't be asking out a girl who's older than you."

"Well, okay" she said softly. "I'll let you do that but that's as far as we're going."

It was easy to figure out that young Jimmy had his fingers in young Jenny's snatch and she was loving getting her young puss fingered by the handsome boy. She was purring as he fingered her. Randy walked into his house and lifted the phone.

"Saralee, can you get me the mayor, please?" the sheriff said.

The line was silent for a moment then the mayor came on.

"Mr. Mayor, I think there may be two cats rutting on your front porch. You might want to grab a bucket of water and throw it on them," Randy said.

The sheriff then walked back out onto his porch and watched as the porch light came on suddenly and there was a lot of yelling, and screaming. About 45 seconds later he watched as Jimmy's car scratched off, slinging gravel. Randy went back inside just as the boys came downstairs, reporting they had finished with their homework. Sheriff Randy sat down and checked their work, finding both boys' work satisfactory.

"Okay, boys, I think it's about bath time," the sheriff said. "Do you want to go separately or together?" he asked.

"Together," both boys answered without hesitation. "Aunt Flea won't let us do that but we do it when I spend the night at Billy Paul's" Dopie said. "His paw don't mind it and it's fun to play in the tub."

"Sometimes my dad comes in and just sits and talks to me when I'm having my bath" Billy Paul said. "He says he always used to do that with my older brother and he calls it our bonding time."

The three walked up the stairs and Randy went into the bathroom to start filling the bath tub. He added some bubbles to the water. Even eleven year-olds love bubble baths. He sent the boys into Dopie's room to get undressed. He had intentionally removed towels from the room earlier, knowing the boys would have to walk to the bathroom naked. Randy was still dealing with a hard dick so he reached into his pants and pushed his dick downward to the boys wouldn't know he was struggling with an erection.

When the boys came back into the bathroom, both were still wearing their tighty whities. Dopie asked where the towels usually in his room were. Randy said Aunt Flea must have moved them as he looked at both boys in their little white Jockey shorts. Billy Paul was definitely a good two inches taller than Dopie. He told the boys to remove their underwear and jump in the tub. Dopie faced him but Billy Paul turned his back to the man as he removed his shorts and got into the tub. The boy had a nice tan body except where his shorts had covered his skin. From his tiny waist to his thighs, he was a creamy white. His butt was a sight to behold, with much more pronounced curves than Dopie. Randy tried to catch a glimpse of his pubic area and his boycock as he got into the tub but Dopie had inadvertently blocked any view of Billy Paul's pubic region. But the sight of the boy's creamy butt had Randy harder than ever. As he sat on the closed toilet chatting with the boys while they bathed, Randy wondered what was going on his brain. He had never gotten hard watching boys bathe before. He'd never had any attraction to any boy or man. Homer and his sweet mouth were a mere convenience or so he had thought for all these years. But as he sat there, he found himself more excited and more curious by the minute wanting to look at this young blonde boy's body.

"You boys can help each other get clean," Randy suggested.

He handed a cloth to Billy Paul, suggesting he soap Dopie's back and under his arms, then helped him rinse, using the cloth to squeeze water over a soapy area. Randy then had Dopie do the same to Billy Paul. He was feeling very drawn to help Dopey bathe his friend. He took the wash cloth from his son's hand and gently guided it up Billy Paul's arm as he raised it over his head. It was clear the boy's pit was still free of any hair growth. His skin felt so smooth and so soft to Randy. He then did the boy's other arm. Billie Paul sat back down in the tub as Randy helped Dopie to stand. He took the soapy wash cloth and rubbed it over both the boy's smooth, slender legs, then turned him away from himself and washed his little buttcheeks. He then turned his son to face him as he rinsed the cloth and started to soap the boy's little uncut cocklet. It was a tiny cock with a generous foreskin. The boy's cock was a miniature version of his father's, with the same lip at the tip of his skin. The boy's little nuts were in a very tight sac. Andy washed the boy thoroughly, hoping to see just a single ginger hair. He found none as he began to soap the boy's little willy. Dopie giggled as his dad skinned the foreskin back to clean his penis.

"You know what we were talking about earlier" Randy said. "You remember we were talking about changes in boys' bodies when they're about your age. It's very important that you keep your penis clean."

He had never had this chat with his own son and had, in fact, dreaded it. Tonight he felt excited discussing these men things with the two boys. He carefully soaped Dopie's little meat and then rinsed carefully. He left the skin retracted but Dopie pulled it back over his cockhead as he again sat in the water. Dopie's cocklet had shown no signs of getting firmer as his father had cleaned it and he seemed to have little interest in watching his father as he helped his friend get clean.

"Okay, Billy Paul," Randy said. "I guess it's time to get your boy parts all clean too."

He felt his hands trembling slightly as he helped the boy stand in the tub. He turned the boy with his back to him. His pubic area had been covered with bubbles as he stood so Randy still had no clue what to expect.

"Let's get that little bottom all clean," Randy said as he soaped the lad's curvaceous little ass. He noticed the boy bent slightly at the waist as Randy ran the soapy cloth over his buttocks and down between his legs. The boy moaned very softly as the sheriff rubbed the wet, soapy cloth over his nut sac and his smooth perineum. His hand wanted to linger there. He found himself wanting to touch the boy's most private place but he didn't dare. He told Billy Paul he could turn around and face him.

"But Sheriff Gaylor," the boy said, "my daddy says that boys and men have to make sure they're all clean."

"I think you're all clean except your frontside, Billy," the sheriff said.

"My daddy says we have to soap our holes," he said. "You want me to show you how he taught me to do it?"

"Well sure, Billy Paul," the sheriff said. "Show me how your daddy taught you."

The boy turned his back to Randy, the sheriff's face only a few inches from the creamy cheeks. He then lifted one of his legs and bent at the waist, exposing his perfect pink starfish to the sheriff's eyes. Randy gasped but tried to maintain control. It was the first time in his life he had ever looked at another person's hole, male or female. It was one of the hottest sights he had ever seen. The boy's cheeks were a perfect, creamy white and his hole was oh, so very pink. He couldn't take his eyes off the sight as the boy carefully soaped his index finger and gently inserted the finger into his own beautiful hole. The boy moaned very softly as he inserted the tip of his finger into his own hole and the sheriff thought he might pass out. He actually felt dizzy as he sat on the closed toilet watching the boy penetrate himself with his finger.

"Daddy does it for me when we shower together," the boy said with a smile. "He says it's the only way to make sure we're clean on the inside and the outside."

"Doesn't that hurt, Billy Paul?" Dopie asked.

"It hurt a little at first, but now it feels good, especially when I'm showering with dad. It doesn't hurt at all if you use enough soap. When daddy does it, his finger is bigger so it hurts a little bit but you get used to it and it feels good."

"Can I try that, Paw?" Dopie was asking.

Randy's head was spinning and his face hot.

"No, son," he answered. "Maybe later but I think it's getting awfully close to bedtime for you boys."

Randy could feel his own hard cock dripping with pre-cum as he watched this sexy little boy, who was his son's best friend.

"I think you're both clean enough to get us by for tonight," the sheriff said as he reached for a towel. "And not a word to aunt Flea about you boys bathing together. I'd be in the dog house if she found out."

"But we haven't washed my willy yet," Billy Paul said with a smile.

"You're right, son," he said hoarsely as he settled himself down. Billy Paul turned to face the sheriff and his little uncut willy was standing at full mast. The foreskin still covered the cockhead but Randy couldn't take his eyes off the boy. He had a few very pale very light brown hairs at the very base of his hard little cocklet. Randy thought it was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Billie Paul innocently smiled at the sheriff as he handed him the cloth to wash his cock.

Randy took the cloth and wet it and applied some soap. He knelt beside the tub and began to wash the young boy's hard cock. Dopie had not even seemed to notice that Billy Paul was rock hard as he continued to play with a couple of his tub toys. Randy could hear his own ragged breathing as he gently took the cloth and soaped the boy's hardness. Then he put the cloth down and gently retracted the boy's foreskin with his bare hand. His cockhead was a very bright pink, much like the little boyhole had been. Billie Paul put his own hand on Randy's and guided it to retract and then cover his cockhead. Before Randy realized what was happening, he was gently masturbating the boy. It was only a few strokes before Billy Paul closed his eyes and started to shiver. Although he'd never seen it before, the sheriff somehow knew that this boy had enjoyed a climax. He looked for any signs of ejaculation but found none. He held the boy's now softening cock in his hand and gently covered the sensitive cockhead with his soft foreskin.

The sheriff looked over at Dopie who had caught that something was going on. He had no idea what it might have been as his father stood and lifted his friend out of the tub. Billie Paul put both of his arms around Randy's neck and his bare little legs around his waist.

"Wait here, Dopie," the sheriff said. "I'll dry Billy Paul then I'll come back and get you out of the tub."

The sheriff took the boy into Dopie's room. He was unsure whether this was the first time this had happened to the lad. The boy was very quiet and smiling up at him.

"Has that happened before," Billie Paul?" the sheriff asked him.

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "My dad was real happy the first time it happened and he told me he remembered when it happened with my big brother. He said it's something special that a father does with his sons. He says it's just a sign I'm maturing."

"And your daddy was all right with it?" the sheriff asked.

"Daddy says it's the most natural thing in the world for a boy," he answered.

"Okay, little buddy," the sheriff said. "Go ahead and put your pajamas on while I get Dopie out of the tub."

Randy went back into the bathroom and lifted his son out of the tub, wrapping the boy in a large towel. He stood him on the closed toilet and began to dry him.

"Is Billie Paul okay?" Dopie asked. "He looked kinda funny and he sure was breathing fast."

"Billie Paul is fine," his father told him. "He's fine as frog's hair. Everything is all right and it's time for boys to get some sleep. Now I don't want y'all playing. It's time to put on pajamas and I'll come tuck you in."

Dopie scampered off buck naked into his bedroom to join his friend and put on his pajamas. A few minutes later, Randy had calmed himself down enough to go in and tuck the boys in bed. He again told them it was time to sleep - not to play - as they had an early morning planned. The sheriff went downstairs to turn out the lights but he found Aunt Flea was still not home. He had hoped she might be home so he could sneak out and go over and wake Homer up for another draining of his hard cock. Randy didn't like masturbating. As a matter of fact, he'd only done it a handful of times since he had reached adulthood. He thought that was an activity for boys, not for grown men and he always felt guilty afterward. He figured it was the old warning given during his days in Sunday School about men spilling their seed on the ground. That had, for some reason stayed with him. He'd only waked Homer up during the night a couple of times, but Homer hadn't minded at all. He told Randy it was the least he could do for the finest lawman in the county.

Randy decided to hit the bed himself. No sooner had he gotten undressed than he heard the boys jumping on the bed in Dopie's bedroom. He rarely let Dopie see him in only his underwear but he really wanted to be seen by Billy Paul in his full white cotton boxer shorts.

When he walked into the boy's bedroom in only his underwear, Dopie looked surprised. He wasn't used to seeing his Paw in such a state of undress.

"Now you boys better settle down and get to sleep or I'm going to have to separate you," he told them in his stern voice. "You both better believe I'll take the board to both of your behinds if you don't straighten up."

The boys quickly got back into the bed and pulled the covers up over them. Randy again told them both good night and warned them he better not have to come in the room again. He went back into his bedroom and got into his bed. He was still feeling restless and couldn't seem to keep his hands outside his boxer shorts. He was rubbing some of his sticky pre-cum into his swollen cockhead when he heard the front door open. It startled him at first, but then he realized it was surely just Aunt Flea coming home from her friend's house. He looked at his clock and it was a little after ten, very late for Gayberry, even on a Friday.

He decided he better check just to be sure it was Aunt Flea. He grabbed his old ratty blue bathrobe and put it on, tying it at his waist. He opened his door and ran right into his Aunt. She looked a little flushed and her hair was really messy. That was very unusual for her. She usually kept her hair in a neat, tight bun with never a hair out of place. Tonight, it looked as if she had taken it completely down and only put it up hastily.

"Why, Aunt Flea," he said, "are you okay?"

She appeared startled to see her nephew still awake.

"Oh, Randy," she said, clearly flustered. "Of course I'm all right. Why wouldn't I be all right? I can't believe you're still awake. I thought for sure you and those boys would be out like lights this time of night."

"We're fine," the sheriff answered. "But are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"Oh, it's just very windy out there tonight," she said, patting her unkempt hair. "Randy, you really need to get to bed. We'll none of us be happy tomorrow if we don't get some sleep."

Randy went back into his bedroom and took off his robe. He lay down again but immediately started wondering what was up with Aunt Flea. He remembered walking out onto the porch earlier in the evening and he remembered very clearly there was not even a breeze. It had by no stretch of the imagination been a windy night. He was curious but he was also tired. He fluffed his pillow and turned onto his side, ready to get some sleep. That was when he heard a thud. It sounded as if a steel pipe had been dropped from high in the air and it sounded like it came from Dopie's room.

He immediately jumped from his bed and ran into Dopie's room where he found a scared-looking Dopie standing in the middle of his bed and a crumpled Billy Paul on the floor beside the bed. He was angry and frightened as he knelt to check on the boy. It was clear they had been jumping up and down on the bed when Billy Paul lost his footing and fell to the hard wooden floor. It was clear the boy had escaped serious injury as he had not struck his head on the footboard or the headboard of the bed. There was no blood, but it looked like the boy might have a pretty good knot the next morning.

Aunt Flea came running in to see what had happened, but seeing her nephew in only his underwear had her flustered.

"He's okay,"Aunt Flea," Randy said. "I've got this under control. You just go on to bed now."

She scurried back into her bedroom, embarrassed she had seen her adult nephew in his underwear. At this point, Dopie had gotten back under the covers, turned on his side and was feigning sleep.

"I know you ain't sleeping boy, but I'll deal with you later," he said as he lifted Billy Paul. He started to set the boy on the side of Dopie's bed, but he realized if anyone in the house was going to get any sleep tonight, the boys would have to be separated. Randy made the decision to take the boy into his bedroom and he immediately felt his thick meat twitching again. He knew this was dangerous territory, given his strange attraction to the boy, but he felt compelled to take this course of action.

Before going into his bedroom, he carried the handsome boy into the bathroom. Randy sat down on the closed toilet, standing the boy directly in front of him to inspect his injury. It appeared the boy had indeed escaped any serious injury and the boy was now smiling at him.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff Gaylor," the boy said. "It was my fault. Dopie said we'd get in trouble, but I wasn't feeling sleepy. I talked him into jumping on the bed. I really am sorry. If anyone should be punished it should be me."

"I appreciate you saying that, Billy Paul," the sheriff told him. "It takes a real man to admit when he's done something wrong and you probably should get a tanning on that behind. But I think I'll let this one pass since you already got injured."

"Thank you, sheriff," the boy said.

Billy Paul had both his hands resting on the sheriff's bare thighs as he stood just inches in front of him. The boy's face was level with the sheriff's. Randy could smell the clean boy scent emanating from his little body and for a fleeting moment, the sheriff wanted to kiss the boy's pink lips. Billy Paul was standing mere inches away and the sheriff could have done that very easily, but he snapped back to his senses.

"Billy Paul, I think you and Dopie do need to be separated so I'm going to let you sleep in my bedroom for the rest of the night. You boys have to get up early in the morning to meet Arney to train for your races and you both need to get some sleep."

Yes, sir" the boy said quietly.

Randy helped him crawl onto his very tall antique bed and covered his body with the sheet and the bedspread. He lay on his side, facing the center of the bed. Randy turned out the light and crawled in on the other side of the bed, making sure their bodies were not touching. The sheriff didn't know why he had chosen tonight to sleep in only his white boxer shorts. It was the general rule in their home to wear pajamas. Randy wasn't sure why he had chose the night he was sharing his bed with his son's young friend to break that rule..

"Thank you, sheriff, for not being too mad with us" he said.

"It's okay, boy" Sheriff Gaylor said. "We better get some sleep."

Sheriff Gaylor dozed for a while. He was having crazy dreams. When his eyes opened, it was still dark. He could feel someone in his bed and he immediately remembered it was his young son's good friend. The boy had snuggled up to Randy's body and had, at some point taken off his pajama top. Randy hoped it was only his pajama top, although he couldn't be sure as it was still dark. He could feel the boy's warm upper body against his bare back and he realized the boy had his hand in the hole in the crotch of his boxer shorts right in the man's thick bush. Things were further complicated when the man realized his cock was rock hard. He was afraid to move a muscle, fearing it might wake the boy but he was also afraid the boy might waken to find the sheriff's hard cock against his hot little hand.

Randy lay there as if paralyzed, not knowing what to do. The boy was lying on his side, turned toward the older man and had somehow managed to get the sheriff's arm around him. Randy was sure the boy had his pajamas on when they went to bed but now he felt only the warm, bare skin of the boy's upper body against his own. He was trying to figure things out and choose a course of action when he felt Billy Paul's little fingers encircle his hard cock. The boy now had his hand around the sheriff's hard, uncut cock and was gently moving his foreskin back and forth. The feeling was amazing and knowing it was the hand of his son's barely pubescent friend made it all the hotter.

The sheriff very softly whispered the boy's name but got no response. He wondered if the boy was still sleeping and this was a natural action, with the lad thinking he might be playing with his own little cocklet. Randy could barely think at all as the hand gripped his hard cock just a little tighter and the strokes seemed to get a little longer and more purposeful.

Then Randy felt the boy's wet mouth latch onto his nipple. No one had ever done any nipple play with him before and he had never felt a mouth touch his nip. It felt amazing as the boy now sucked on his nipple and continued to stroke his cock. Sheriff Randy had never even considered that anyone would pay attention to a man's nipples. That was something men did to women. He wanted to pull the boy's little hand off his hard cock and push his mouth away from his nipple but he was unable to do that. It felt too damned good. The sheriff lay still and closed his eyes, just enjoying the sensations this boy was giving his body. Then the boy began to lick his neck. He would start at the base and move his wet, hot tongue all the way to the man's ear. When Billy Paul thrust his wet tongue into the sheriff's ear, the man thought he might scream with pleasure. He had never felt a hot, wet tongue in his ear and he felt the pre-cum pouring out of his hard, uncut cock onto Billy Paul's hand. The boy was still silent as Randy realized Billy Paul no longer had his pajama bottoms on either. The boy was lying tight against him and Randy could feel his little uncut pecker against his leg. He realized how badly he wanted to touch the boy cock. He was still hoping the boy was still asleep so he wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. Randy felt his climax building deep in his big balls. He wanted to grab the boy's hand and make his strokes faster but he held back, The boy kept his own slow, steady pace as he stroked the man's thick meat and eventually Randy started nutting, his hot, sticky cream shooting out of the big hole in his hard dick. The boy milked every drop from him, then as the sheriff started becoming hypersensitive, the boy slid his foreskin over the cockhead and held it very still in his warm little hand.

The sheriff felt totally and completely drained as he realized Billy Paul now had his little head on the man's chest. He felt himself put his arm around the boy and pat his head as Sheriff Gaylor lapsed into one of the deepest sleeps of his life.