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As they got in the Buick to head over to the principal's house, William discovered he had left his car keys in the court house earlier. The men went back in to get them and found Homer and Mr. Churchill, the theatre teacher at the high school in one of the cells. Arney was sitting at his desk looking sheepish.

"Sheriff, this was not my idea..." the deputy began but was interrupted by the sheriff.

"What in the holy living fuck is going on here?" the sheriff asked. "Homer, Mr. Churchill, what are you two doing in that cell? What in the goddamned name of hell is going on in this jailhouse?"

The sheriff's voice had gotten louder by the second. The deputy jumped up from his desk and was obviously afraid the sheriff might blow.

"Randy, Barney come over to the station with that Miss Bedford..." Homer began.

He was interrupted by the sheriff.

"Goddammit, deputy, I told you to keep your meddling ass away from that motherfuckin' service station!" the sheriff shouted.

"I know you did, sheriff, but I..."Barney said.

"But you what, deputy?" the sheriff demanded to know. "But what? But fucking what? What did you not understand when I told you not to even go near that filling station? Do you not understand English? William, please get the key and let Homer and Mr. Churchill out of that cell while I strangle my fucking scrawny deputy's neck!"

"Yes, sir, sheriff," William said quietly as he hurried to unlock the cell.

The sheriff now had the deputy by his shirt collar, his feet lifted off the floor, screaming in his ear.

"What the fuck did you not understand about my orders?" he shrieked. "You better start talking and you better start talking now and you better start talking fast!"

The sheriff slammed the deputy down into his chair which tilted backward and almost turned over.

"Sheriff, I'm so sorry" he began. "I know you told me I wasn't to go over there. I understood that. I heard all the talk about the place but I ignored it." Arney began."

"You better get to the point, deputy," the sheriff said, "before I feed you a knuckle sandwich!"

"Okay, okay, okay, sheriff," he sputtered. "Well I been stayin' away just like you said. But today Mrs. Tara Bedford came in all hot under the collar. She was yellin' and unruly and rude and she said she had been over to the service station to get some gas and she had observed some illegal and immoral activities goin' on. She said she'd heard the rumors, just like most of the folks in town. She said she asked her sons if any of that went on when they lived here and they told her it had been going on for a long time. She was mad and demanded I get in the car and go right over there. She demanded to go with me. She said if I didn't do it right then, she'd head straight to the mayor's office and report the activity and report us for not doing' our job. I tried to talk her out of it and to get her to come back when you was here but she weren't havin' it. I didn't feel like I had no choice but to put her in that squad car and drive to the service station."

"So what happened then, deputy?" the sheriff asked, seeming to have cooled very slightly.

"Well, we got to the service station and she made me follow her to the men's bathroom" the deputy explained. "I tried to get her to let me knock but on the door first she just busted right on in. We saw Homer down on his knees and Mr. Churchill had his cock through a hole in the partition between the stalls. He was..."

"I think I know the story from there, deputy!" the sheriff snapped. "Homer, Mr. Churchill, I am so very sorry this happened. My deputy mishandled this whole situation and I hope both of you will accept my apologies."

The sheriff seemed to have calmed down a little and Arney was hopeful the blowup was over. He had felt he had no choice but to go along with the woman's wishes so he had done what he could. He had started hearing things about there being a glory hole over there at the service station shortly after coming back to Gayberry and accepted the job of deputy, but the sheriff had ordered him to ignore the activity and he had done so, in spite of his own very strong moral and ethical objections. Now he was in a position where he was about to propose marriage to Velma Sue and if he lost this job, he knew he'd never find another in the small town. His livelihood depended on being in the sheriff's good graces and that was not easy.

"Deputy, get them fuckin' pants off and get `em off now!" the sheriff barked. "Then hit your knees!"

Every cell in the deputy's body told him to resist the order but he knew he had no choice. The deputy removed his pants and knelt, as ordered, relieved that the sheriff had not ordered him to remove his underwear and reveal his tiny slip of a dick to the others.

"Homer, get over there in front of the deputy and drop your pants. Homer did as instructed and dropped his khaki work pants to his ankles.

"Randy, this ain't necessary" Homer said. "I don't blame Deputy Arney for this happening."

"Deputy, take this prisoner's underwear off of him" the sheriff barked. Arney reluctantly took the waistband of Homer's clean white boxer shorts in his hand and slowly began to pull them down his very hairy legs. Homer's skin was very white, untouched by the sun with very dark black hairs. He was a tall boy and when the underwear was gone, he revealed a very thick, wild, wiry bush. The deputy knew what was coming and steeled himself for the next order from the sheriff. He was surprised when he heard the sheriff address William instead.

"William, will you please run out to the car and bring me one of them collars the warden gave us?" the sheriff asked nicely.

"Of course, sheriff," William said, hastily retrieving a shock collar from the Buick.

"Put it on the deputy please" the sheriff said.

The deputy nor Homer had any idea what the leather device was that Will was putting on the deputy's neck, but they all heard the lock snapped closed.

"You're wearing a shock collar, deputy," the sheriff said. "It was a little gift to our town from the warden at the prison. If you don't start suckin' Homer's dick in a hurry, you're going to see how the goddamn thing works."

The deputy knew that Homer was the town's cocksucker and that all the men and boys in town knew about that. That made it all the more humiliating for the deputy to have to suck his cock. The deputy leaned in to lick the long, thin, uncut dick but he was too slow. Everyone in the room heard the buzz. Jimmy and Mark, who had observed the whole scene silently, knew what was coming and their bodies tensed.

"Yow!!!! Motherfucker!!!! Stop!!!! Please!!!"" the deputy screamed as he felt the current hit him. The man had never experienced such pain in his life as he was getting from the current hitting his thin body. He was gasping for air as he put his mouth on Homer's cock and took it all the way in his mouth gagging, sputtering and retching all at once.

"Shazam!" Homer said excitedly. "That feels real good, deputy," he said as he began to move his skinny dick in and out, bumping the deputy's uvula with each stroke. Arney wanted to vomit but he knew that would further anger the sheriff so he tried to suppress the urge as he tried to take the long, thin and very hard dick in his throat.

"Suck that dick, deputy!" William urged as he and Randy laughed at the deputy desperately sucking the gas station jockey's hard cock.

"You want them hairy balls licked too, Homer?" the sheriff asked, chuckling.

"I'd like that" the boy said. "I ain't never had that done to me before. My cousin Peanut will suck my cock ever now and then but only when I hold out on suckin' his till he gives in. He don't like doin' it and he flat out refuses to lick my nuts. That feels real good, sheriff" Homer said.

"Get hold of the deputy's ears and fuck his face, Homer," William urged.

Homer did exactly as instructed.

"If the deputy took orders half as well as Homer does, we wouldn't be enjoyin' this demonstration right now" William said.

The sheriff thought that hilarious and he and William were howling as they watched the handsome but stupid boy humping the deputy's mouth. The obscene act continued as the sheriff walked over to Mr. Churchill, who seemed stunned by the turn of events.

"Sheriff Gaylor, I am so sorry for what happened today" the man said. "I'll be honest with you. I go there fairly often, usually with a student or two from the theatre department. We have a hole in the lobby of the theatre but today we were having a plumbing problem so it was not available. I enjoy watching Homer suck off them innocent young boys. That's what happened today except Terry got out of there fast when the deputy and Mrs. Bedford came bustin' through the door. I'm so very sorry and I am willing to take whatever punishment you feel appropriate."

"Why, Mr. Churchill," the sheriff said, "I'm the one owing you an apology. I have no problem with what goes on at the service station. If the boys in Gayberry couldn't get their nuts drained over there, do you know how many innocent girls would get raped in this town? Why there wouldn't be a virgin left in the city limits, not there's t hat many anyway."

Both men chuckled at the sheriff's little joke.

"As a matter of fact, William and I were planning to try to meet with you in the morning to discuss whether you might be willing to take on the job of producing and directing the Miss Gayberry Pageant on Saturday" the sheriff explained.." We realize it is short notice but the mayor, William and I would be forever grateful if you would consider doing this. The governor of the state and his very important assistant will be in town and will be in attendance at the pageant. We can't have the shoddy production we've been getting for years."

Why, sheriff, I would be delighted" the man said. "I've been trying to become involved for years but Mrs. Bedford ruled that roost with an iron fist. Why, my friend, Mr. Haskell, is the director of the Miss Mississippi Pageant down in Vicksburg. I go every year as his guest and he mounts a beautiful production. I've been wanting to do that for years and Mrs. Bedford would not allow any changes. You have made me a very happy man. Is Mrs. Bedford ill?"

"No, the old bitch is fine and she'll be mad as a fucking hornet, but you don't worry about that. The mayor is on board and if you have a problem with that bitch, just send her to me or the mayor. You will have free reign and the mayor has authorized any funds you might require. Put on a show, Mr. Churchill. I assure you that any paperwork my idiot deputy did on this incident will disappear before the sun sets."

It appeared that Homer was about to shoot in the deputy's mouth when the sheriff ran over and grabbed the boy by the ass, pulling his dick out of the deputy's mouth.

"What's the matter, Randy?" he asked innocently. "I was just about to shoot."

"I know, Homer, and I'm sorry, but I want this to last. I don't want my deputy to ever forget this day" the sheriff said, hitting him with another short shock as the deputy shrieked shrilly.

"Stand up and drop them drawers, deputy."

The deputy really didn't want Homer and the drama teacher to see his tiny, uncut shrimp-sized dick. He hesitated and they heard the buzz just before the deputy howled again.

"Please, sheriff," he begged. "Please don't do that again. I can't take no more."

"Then you better get up on that desk on your hands and knees, deputy and you better do it fast" the sheriff commanded.

This time the deputy didn't hesitate. He felt he would pass out if he got any more current in his body. He quickly crawled up on the desk on his hands and knees, presenting his naked hole His hole was at the perfect height as the sheriff guided Homer by his hips to where his hard cock was positioned right at the level of the deputy's hole. Homer's dick was still wet with the deputy's saliva as the sheriff rubbed it against the pink hole of the deputy.

"Golly!" Homer exclaimed. "You mean I'm gonna get to put my pecker in him? I really like doin' that and so does Peanut but he gets mad if I talk about it. Peanut always wants to do that to me but I don't never let him. He tried it one night while I was asleep. He pulled his pajama bottoms right down and he stuck his pecker right in me. We was only about ten or eleven and his pecker weren't that big but it still hurt. I felt like my hole was on fire. It hurt so bad I told him he wouldn't never get his pecker in my mouth ever if he tried that again. And he ain't. But sometimes after we go to bed, he'll grab hold of my hand and start rubbin' it all over his behind. That means he wants to be buttffucked but if I say a word about he gets all red in the face and changes his mind."

"That's good, Homer," Randy said patiently. "I want you to stick that hard cock of yours right in him, then start pumpin'. Pump that hole hard till you shoot your load in him. Then I want Mr. Churchill to do the same thing. Y'all keep takin' turns on him till William and me get back here. If your dicks get tired, William has something you can use on him till your dicks get hard again."

William walked over to the other side of the desk and took a large black dildo from the drawer.

"Just spit on it and stick it in him when neither of you can get hard" William instructed. "It won't take long till one of you will get hard enough to fuck him some more. If he says a single word or tries to make you stop, you use this button to shock him. That is an order. He humiliated the both of you and this deputy needs to learn a lesson. I want something in his ass till William and I get back here."

"I don't know if I can use that thang, Randy," Homer complained.

"You better us it, Homer, or I'll use it on them big hairy balls of yours!"

Homer and Mr. Churchill agreed to follow the directions of the sheriff. Randy and Will walked over to the cell the young boys were in and hugged them goodbye, saying they would return shortly.

"Before we head to Principal Whaley's I'd like to run by the coach's house real quick" the sheriff said. "I'd like to get some of Mark's clothes. He's been wearing some of the clothes I got for Jimmy and the boy ain't complained. I just think he'd like it if he had his own to wear."

"That boy's got his hooks in you" William teased.

"You're one to talk" the sheriff chided. "I saw them big cow eyes Jimmy was givin' you."

"We could both do worse" William said. "They're both a couple of fine examples of young manhood. I'd love to bust Jimmy's cherry but I am willing to give to that honor to a visiting dignitary if I must for the good of our town."

"I appreciate that very much, friend" the sheriff said. "I just hope he can handle it. I still am a little concerned about how he might act when the governor's man tries to put a big dick in his tight little virgin hole. He could get violent."

"I assure you that will not happen" William said. "I have a couple of nights to get him ready. My plan is to take him home with me tonight and introduce him to some small objects which will make him feel really good. Don't forget I've raised a couple of sons who love nothing more than having a man pay attention to their holes. That didn't happen by accident."

At that point they had reached the coach's home. There was a Chevy convertible in the driveway, which Randy recognized as belonging to the coach. The two men knocked at the door, which was answered by a very attractive brunette. She was nicely dressed and her hair and nails were perfect. She was very flirty as she introduced herself as Peggy Thomas.

The two men introduced themselves and the woman's demeanor changed instantly.

"You're the two assholes that are holding my husband down in that dirty jail, aren't you?" she asked. "I will be talking with a lawyer and I'll sue your pants off."

"Simmer down, Mrs. Thomas," the sheriff said quietly. "Your husband has been transferred to the state prison up in Statesville. We are currently holding your son, Mark in our jail on a charge of having sex with an underage person or persons."

"Why, you dirty bastards!" she said. "Get the hell out of my house and get out now!"

"I think not" William said cooly. "We are here to retrieve some of Mark's clothes and belongings. It is likely he will be joining his father up in Statesville shortly and he still has rights to have some of his things."

"Do you assholes even have a warrant to be in my home?" she asked.

The sheriff held up a folded piece of yellow paper which was actually a flyer for a Founders Day furniture sale at Weaver's but she was paying no attention and stepped out of their way.

"Have at it" the woman said. "You took my fag husband to prison and you got one of my fag sons in your jailhouse. My other fag son is over at the principal's house but he won't be there long. I'm on my way to get him back. Jeffy is my baby and that asshole faggot principal ain't getting' him away from his momma. I love that boy."

"You love the boy you just referred to as a faggot, Mrs. Thomas?" William asked. "Did I hear you correctly?"

"I don't give a shit what you heard, motherfucker!" she said.

The two men began to look around and noticed the house was very badly kept. There were numerous beer and soda cans, open milk carton, potato chip bags and other debris all over the floor and in the furniture. There were numerous bottles of fingernail polish and hairspray everywhere and several open boxes of tampons.

"Is your name really Peggy Thomas or is it Suzy Homemaker?" William asked. "This is one of the nastiest shitholes I ever saw. My wife is a drunk and a shitty homemaker but our house never looked like this trash heap."

"Stick it in your ass, mister," the woman replied as she sat down on the littered couch and began to paint her nails a bright red the color of blood.

"If you want Mark's stuff, the little faggot's room is at the end of the hall" she said. "Take whatever you want. I'm sick to death of the self-righteous little dipshit harpin' on me all the time. Sick of his shit, I tell you!"

The men entered a small bedroom with a double bed. The room was as neat as the living room and other rooms of the house were messy. The bed was made with sharp corners and everything in its place. There were a number of sports trophies on a high shelf and any number of books lined up cleanly in their shelves. They opened drawers in which clean clothes were folded nicely and well-organized, William looked under the bed and found a large suitcase which he retrieved and started to fill with the boy's clothes.

Randy opened a drawer full of clean white jockey shorts. His dick twitched at the thought of the boy retrieving clean underwear every day. He smelled of a pair and swore he detected Mark's clean, fresh boy-scent. William saw that and gave him a wink and a smile.

"Goddamn, boys are wonderful!" William whispered.

"Right you are, my friend," the sheriff said quietly. "And I learn more from everyday about just how wonderful they are!"

They took all of the boy's neatly starched and pressed shirts and slacks from the closet, leaving only Jeffy's smaller ones. It was obvious the Thomas boys shared a bedroom. The sheriff realized it would have been impossible for the two handsome young boys not to have experimented sexually, given the proximity they were forced to live with. They retrieved several books and Mark's football. Randy saw the boy's gym bag which was loaded with fresh clothes for physical education. He opened it to find a couple of fresh clean jockstraps and athletic shorts. He added it to the things they were retrieving for the lad.

After loading things into the Buick, William asked if he might use the bathroom.

"I don't give a shit" Mrs. Thomas replied, still sitting and painting her fingernails. "You got a warrant and you can do any goddamn thing you please."

Randy noticed the woman had a fresh beer. That added to the five empty cans strewn around her. He decided to join Will in the bathroom as he had been hit by the urge to pee as well. He opened a door which he assumed to be the bathroom but it was not. Instead, a beautiful young teen-age girl lay on the bed wearing nothing but panties. She had dark black hair, curly and well done. The girl barely had any titties, just little puffies topped by bright pink nipples. When she saw the men, they expected her to attempt to cover herself when she, in fact did the opposite. She slid one of her hands inside her panties and started to finger herself. Before the sheriff or Will could speak, the girl spoke.

"Hey, fellas, "I'm Betty Jean" the girl said in a soft, sexy voice. "Momma didn't tell me I'd be doing two at once but I have no problem with that. I love threesomes. Two dicks is better than one."

"Young lady, get off of that bed and get some clothes on!" the sheriff said, tossing the girl a bathrobe. "I could arrest you for prostitution and solicitin' and your momma for pimpin' an underage girl. I'm sure there's lots of other charges we can add to if we want to."

The girl looked frightened as she jumped up from the bed, gathered the robe around her and ran into the living room.

"Momma! this is the sheriff and he's about to arrest me!" she yelled.

"Goddammit" Peggy shrieked, "I didn't give you permission to go in Betty Jean's bedroom. I'll sue your asses off if you've either one touched my baby girl!"

"You won't sue shit, ma'am," the sheriff shouted. "I may come back here and haul your ass off to jail for pimpin' your own underage flesh and blood. Bitch!"

"Get your homo asses out of my house right now and don't ever come back" she screamed. "You goddamned faggot assholes!"

She was still screaming as she slammed the door so hard it made the windows in the home rattle.

Looking around, the sheriff noted a well-kept, neatly manicured yard with well-tended shrubberies. The grass had been recently mown and, looking into the backyard, the sheriff saw a sparkling in-ground kidney shaped swimming pool. He realized the family had been well-provided for and wondered if he had gotten it wrong about the coach.

He and Will stored Mark's things in the trunk of the Buick and headed over to the principal's home, chatting about what a crazy bitch the coach had married. They also remarked on what a beautiful young girl Betty Jean was and how she in no way resembled her father.

"There's just no telling how many dicks that crazy bitch has had in her while the coach has been providing her a nice home and putting food on the table" William said.

When they arrived at Principal Ben Whaley's house, the man was mowing his lawn. He immediately turned off his mower and came over to greet the men. He shook their hands and apologized for his appearance.

"I'm feeling awfully sweaty, he said, peeling off his soaked tee shirt and revealing a lean body. The man appeared to have no body hair, even in his pits and Randy realized he must shave his entire body. That was very foreign to the sheriff, for whom body hair had always been a sign of masculinity. He wondered if the man also shaved down below, although he couldn't imagine a man wanting to do that.

"My boys are out back in the pool" he said. "Would you mind terribly if I grab a quick shower, gentlemen?"

"Not at all, Principal," Randy said. "Take your time. We are in no hurry."

Instead of heading into his house to shower, the principal led them through a low gate into his back yard where two young boys were splashing in a small in-ground pool."That's Jeffy and Walter" the principal said, indicating the boys.

Principal Whaley turned on an outdoor shower and began to adjust the water temperature.

"Thanks for letting me do this, guys," he said. "I just don't like feeling nasty when people I am around are neat and clean. "

He proceeded to kick off the shoes he was wearing, then to remove the athletic shorts, revealing a nice, slim body in only a jockstrap. Without his clothes, he appeared even taller than his 6'6 height, towering like a thin giant. He adjusted the pouch a couple of times, as most men do, then took it off, revealing his totally naked, hairless body. He acted as if being without a hair was the most normal thing in the world. Randy noticed that Will didn't appear surprised as he realized that maybe this was something men living in cities did. He found it strange as they watched the man lather his body. The principal had a somewhat smaller than average cut cock on him, which Randy realized would probably grow to be a respectable size. He had a very nice pink circumcision scar on his penis and was cut high and tight. He was wishing he could get a closer look as he had become fascinated of late with circumcised dicks. He tried not to let his curiosity show.

"Please call me Ben, gentlemen," he said in a friendly tone.

The men agreed they would all be on a first name basis. Ben's cock expanded slightly when he lathered it and was almost half-hard when he stuck a soapy finger into his manhole. It quickly returned to its soft, normal state as he rinsed the soap and began to dry with a large white towel. He wrapped himself in the towel and took a chair across a low table across from his guests.

"First of all, let me say I went to the field house to get the materials you requested" Ben said. "There are files and schedules, all of which are neatly filed. Rather than bring the large volume of materials here for you, I elected to have keys made to the field house and all the offices. You and I alone will have these keys. I tend to be cautious about that because students will find places to do things they shouldn't be doing, if you catch my meaning. Kids get smarter every year and we have to work harder to keep them safe. You gentlemen can access the field house any time of the day or night. I hope that is acceptable."

"Absolutely, Ben," the sheriff said. "We will get in there and get a handle on this thing as quickly as possible. We learned today that the governor and his top assistant will be visiting our town for the weekend. It is important we put a good face on things and we would like to make a good impression on the governor. He will be here for all of the athletic events, the parade and he will be attending the Miss Gayberry Pageant. You might want to know that I have asked your drama teacher, Mr. Churchill, to direct the pageant this year. I should probably have run that by you first to make sure it is okay, but things have moved at high speed since we learned about Governor North's visit."

"I understand completely" Ben said. "I'm sure Mr. Churchill will do an outstanding job. I was impressed with the job he did with the Miss Gayberry High School Pageant last year. The man certainly has a flair for the dramatic. I actually like the fellow and I'm quite sure his life has not always been easy."

"On a more unpleasant note, the sheriff and I just left Coach Thomas's home where we had a less than pleasant encounter with his wife" Will said. "I'm afraid she was quite upset when we left the home. We went by to get some things for her older son who is incarcerated in our jail at present."

"Oh no!" he exclaimed. "I had heard that Jimmy was there but I didn't know about Mark. What in the world?"

"It is a rather long story that I'm just not really comfortable going into, Ben" the sheriff said.

"I totally understand that" he said. "I feel awful that I haven't been in to see Jimmy. He is a great kid and he considers me somewhat a mentor as I coach him in track. My intentions have been good but things have just been insanely crazy around here since the coach went off the tracks, Peg and her kids moving in and out and in and out and still trying to take care of my own son."

"I understand that, Ben," Will said. "Although I know Jimmy would like very much to see you. He really is a handsome boy and a great kid. Randy and I grow fonder of the boy the more we get to know him. He had a very close brush with prison but I think he may be on the right track now."

"I certainly hope so" Ben said.

"Ben, are you now or have you ever been aware that Peggy Thomas may be pimping out her daughter, Betty Jean?" the sheriff asked suddenly.

Ben looked at the ground and remained silent.

"Ben, are you now or were you ever aware that Coach Marv Thomas molested his son, Mark?"

Again the man stayed silent, looking at the ground

Are you now or have you ever been aware that Coach Thomas molested his underage daughter, Betty Jean?"

Again, the man was silent and refused eye contact.

"Are you now or have you ever been aware that Coach Thomas was molesting his underage son, Jeffy?"

"Hell no, he didn't!" the man answered angrily. "He never molested Jeffy. He swore to me whenever touched that boy! I know that to be true. Jeffy told me himself. When I found out from Peg that Coach was sleeping with Mark and Betty Jean, he confessed that to me. But he looked me straight in the eye and told me he had never laid a hand on Jeffy. Jeffy told me the same thing. Even though Jeffy wanted the man to do things with him, he refused. I know that. He confessed he had been weak and had given in to his urges and was having sex with his two older kids. He told me a long story, indicating the kids had somehow seduced him and Betty Jean even blackmailed him. I had heard outrageous accusations from Peg about Marv for years and I learned that nothing that comes out of her mouth is to be believed. That's why I took it with a grain of salt when she told me he was sleeping with Betty Jean and Mark. I knew she'd say anything."

The man put his head in his hands and wept softly for a few minutes.

"It's been going on forever and it's all crazy" Ben said. "I don't believe a lot of it myself so I don't expect anyone else to. But it's time for me to be honest. I need that. Coach is in prison and I'm about to end it forever with Peg. I need to tell somebody. If I don't I may go crazy. It all began when Marv and I were college roommates. It was freshman year and we were from different parts of the state. He was a handsome athlete and pretty much big man on campus, just like he'd been in high school. Neither of us had ever dated much and one night I came in from the library and found him in our dorm room jacking off to a magazine. I assumed it was a naked girl magazine but I looked closer and it was naked men and women. I had never seen such in my small town so we started looking at it together and we ended up jacking off together. We didn't touch each other at first, but it wasn't long till we were jacking each other off. It felt really good. Neither of us had actually had sex with another person male or female so it was all new and good. Then one night, he kept asking me to suck him off. He said he just wanted to see how it would feel to have another person's mouth on his cock. I was reluctant but I finally agreed. He wouldn't let me stop and held my head on him and came in my mouth. He had told me if I would just suck on him for a minute he would then do me. He reneged on that and told me maybe he would later. The next time it happened, he again talked me into it then refused to suck on mine. It became a regular thing between us. We reached the point where if I walked in the room and he was on his bed naked, he'd snap his fingers and point to his dick. I was expected to suck him off to completion. I loved doing it for him and he loved me doing it. Neither of us had sex with anyone else the entire time. That's the way it went for four years. During our senior year, he met Peg. In retrospect, the bitch was always crazy. She liked coming and getting in bed with me and putting her hands on me. It never tempted me, but it made Marv crazy. She would even reach under my covers in front of him and play with my dick. It never turned me on but it made him crazy. She loved picking arguments with him and when he'd get mad, she'd always come running to me. I played peacemaker as best I could but the bottom line is that both Peggy and I were in love with Marv. I realize that now although I had no idea then. "

"Wow!" William said. Didn't you get married at some point?"

"Yes" he said. "I married a girl from my hometown. I really didn't love her and I never had any interest at all in having sex with her. I did manage to get her pregnant and I'm grateful for that. I love being a dad and I love my son. But she wanted more in the way of sex so she ended up leaving. I haven't seen her in quite some time and she made it clear she wanted no part of being burdened with a child. Even when I was married, Peg would show up at our door whenever she and Marv would fight. She'd sleep on our couch or occasionally sneak into our bed which didn't help matters. She would always have a story about Marv mistreating her and I'd feel sorry for her. I would go and talk to Marv and he'd try to tell me that none of the shit she was saying was true but I always bought in. After my divorce, he'd come to my place sometimes and want to have sex with me because Peg was refusing him. He was a highly charged man sexually. But it was always the same. I'd suck his dick and he'd never even touch me at that point. He was always selfish in that regard. Sometimes when he was in a deep sleep I'd carefully take his hand and put it on my cock. I'd always shoot a load almost immediately just feeling his hot hand against my meat. I know it's weird guys and I can't believe I'm telling this. I've never told anyone."

"So this has gone on for, what, sixteen years now?" Will asked.

"They've been married just under sixteen years. She was pregnant with Mark when they got married. He was so happy about being a dad. He was a great dad when the kids were younger. She just played the kids against him. It was pretty awful. If I'd realized what was going on, maybe I could've helped more. "

"But you did fuck his wife, didn't you?" the sheriff asked. "It's pretty obvious Jeffy is yours and not Marv's."

"I have fucked her a total of four times in my life" he said. "Four times in all these years. And one of those times resulted in Jeffy, although she'll deny it now. She teased Marv with it that he was mine and it infuriated him. But she denies it now. Those are the kinds of games the bitch played. I think the only reason I ever fucked her was because I knew Marv had fucked her. Strangely that made me feel like I had somehow fucked him. The truth is, I've never had sex outside those three people – my wife, Peg, and Marvin – although with him it was only oral and it was always me doing the giving and him doing the taking."

"Do you think she may be dangerous?" the sheriff asked.

"I don't want to believe that, sheriff," he said. "But I'm not so sure any more. You asked me something earlier about whether I knew Peggy might be pimping for Betty Jean. I swear to God I had no knowledge of that. I wasn't comfortable with knowing Marv was having sex with Mark or Betty Jean but the truth is that Mark is a beautiful boy. Who could resist that? And he convinced me Betty Jean had blackmailed him into fucking her. That makes sense now if she's anything like her crazy as shit mama."

"I'm afraid she could possibly be a danger to you and Walter and Jeffy" the sheriff said.

"It's possible" Ben said. "Yesterday was the final straw for me though. She had been here since Marv went on his bender and it was already wearing thin. It had been just her and Jeffy but then Betty Jean came yesterday. Walter and I had cleaned our house meticulously Saturday. When we came home from school yesterday, the house was absolutely trashed. I mean totally trashed. I wasn't happy but I wasn't in the mood to have an argument. I picked up a little bit and the boys were helping me. Then she went off on all of us about what prissy sissies we were always wanting things neat and clean. Those were the nicer words she used. I know Walter heard language he'd never heard although poor Jeffy has probably heard more than his tender little ears should ever have heard. I had told her I thought and it was time for her and Betty Jean to leave. She went absolutely apeshit. She broke dishes and glasses and vases and anything she could get her hands on. I finally told her to leave but she got even wilder. I finally got the boys in the car and we just left. I took the boys to dinner and we were gone for several hours. By the time we got back, both boys had gone to sleep in the car. I got them out of the car and in their beds without waking them. She was asleep on the couch and Betty Jean was sleeping in my recliner. I went into my room, undressed and got into my bed. I had never been so tired and I knew I had to be up early for school. Around two in the morning I woke up. I realized she was in bed with me. She was naked and had her hand in my underwear, rubbing my dick. It felt good as it always does to have a hand on your dick. Then it all came back to me – what had happened earlier and how awful things had been. Then, as I struggle to get her off my bed, I felt a warm wet mouth engulf my hard cock. My eyes were wide open at that point and she pulled all the covers off, revealing Betty Jean sucking on my cock. She was just howling with laughter. So was Betty Jean. I have never been so fucking mad in my life. I literally threw her out of this house and Betty Jean left right behind her without putting up a fight. The boys were awake and frightened to death. She pounded on the door for a while, making all kinds of noise. I have never been so glad I moved into an area without neighbors. I got the boys in bed with me and I guess she finally left because things got quiet. I kept dreading her showing up at school today but she never did. That was a relief. I will be happy if I never see her or hear from her again."

"I can certainly understand how you feel but, after seeing her a short time ago, I find that doubtful" the sheriff said. "I just hope she don't do somethin' crazy.

The boys had gotten out of the pool and came up where the men were.

"Dad, can we have a snack?" Walter asked. "Jeffy and I are hungry."

"Of course, son," Ben said. "You can have some fruit but it's pretty close to time for dinner so I think just fruit will be good."

Walter leaned against his father's knee and Jeffy came and leaned against the sheriff. Jeffy was totally naked and they realized he had been swimming nude. Walter, however, had on a blue Speedo swimsuit. A closer look revealed that Walter had some very fine brown hairs on his upper lip and on his legs. Randy could also see that the boy was already developing some hair in his pits which was quite early for a boy his age.

"Your boy is really developing quickly" Will said. "He's a good three inches taller than Billy Paul and he's been developin' fast lately."

"Yes, Walter does seem to be moving along the puberty trail a bit faster than some of the boys. Jeffy was feeling of his smooth pubic area which the sheriff had shaved as part of his punishment for fighting when the boy visited his home. He also started to finger his little uncut pecker.

"Jeffy don't do that, son" Ben said. "It isn't polite to touch yourself in public."

"Don't worry about that, Ben" Will said. "Heck we're all boys. We have peckers and so do our sons. We all know how good it feels to play with them. I'm surprised Walter isn't skinnydipping too. We all know how good it feels to swim naked, don't we?"

"Walter tends to be more modest" his father said. "He doesn't really like being nude around others."

"Some boys tend to get shy as they start through puberty" William said. "Once they start getting hair on their body, they may suddenly become shy around other boys and that goes for their parents too. Fortunately, I haven't experienced that with my sons, either one of them. They seem to enjoy being naked together or with their dad. I'm glad we're like that. But everyone is different."

"Go get your fruit boys" Ben said. "It's time to get your showers then we can go and get some dinner."

Both boys took off into the house.

"Come on in and I'll get your keys, sheriff," Ben said.

They followed into his home which was very nice. It was a modern home and one of the newer homes in the town. The back was pretty much entirely glass with high ceilings and a big fireplace at the end of the room. The kitchen had all stainless steel appliances with a large island in the center. Walt took a ring of keys from the counter and handed them to Randy.

"You sure are a tall drink of water there, Ben" Randy said. "You've got to be around 6'6" cause I'm 6'2" and you're a good bit taller than me."

"Yes, sir, sheriff," he said. 6'6" since I was seventeen years old. Everybody thinks a man this tall is supposed to have a giant pecker. You saw outside that's not the truth."

"You've got a very nice piece there, Ben" William said.

"Thank you, sir" he said.

The men left, advising the principal that he should call if there was any problem with Peggy Thomas. The sheriff gave the man his home number and told him he was welcome to call at any time.

As they got back in the Buick and headed back to the court house it was just beginning to get dark.

"That Walt is sure a cute boy" William said. "He's about the hairiest boy I ever saw at his age. I wouldn't have minded having a look at the boy without that Speedo. The way his hair's already coming in, I bet he's got a full set of pubes. Too bad he's shy. I really do find it strange that Jeffy was swimming naked and the boy who lived there kept his stuff covered. His paw didn't seem shy about showing his stuff. It just feels strange to me. I won't if Walt has some kind of dick deformity he and his paw don't want folks seeing."

"Yeah, and I don't get how his paw keeps his body shaved" the sheriff said. "That just ain't masculine to me. I know some bodybuilders and swimmers do that but I didn't know runners did it too."

"I think some of the top runners do to help them be as fast as they can be. I wouldn't mind seeing him and his hairy son naked together. Wonder if old Homer's still fuckin' your deputy" William chuckled.

"I'll tell you one thing" the sheriff said. "Somebody better still be fuckin' him or I may throw the whole goddamed bunch in cells."

Both men laughed.

When they got back, Homer was still pumping his cock into the deputy.

"I shore am glad to see you guys" Homer said. "I don't thank I've got another ounce of cum inside of me. I've fucked him four times and Mr. Churchill has fucked him three. We've both enjoyed it but we're both about wore out."

"You can stop now if you want to, Homer" Randy said.

Homer pulled his long thin cock out of the deputy's hole and it was flopping around in front of him.

"Deputy, get your ass off of that desk and clean these men up" the sheriff barked.

The deputy couldn't believe his ears. Surely his boss, whom he always thought was his friend wasn't going to make him clean two dicks that had been inside him for hours.

"You better move now" he said as he looked for the shock collar control.

William saw the control and zapped the deputy with a quick on. The deputy moved quickly although he was stiff from being on his hands and knees for so long. He crawled quickly over to Mr. Churchill and began to lick his ball sac and his uncut cock.

"Sheriff, I've had some great ideas running through my mind since you left about the production. I'd like to move the event over to the high school theatre. It's a much nicer space" the man explained. "We can do theatrical lighting and we have a superb new sound system and I'm thinking I can have a large group attired in tuxedoes and evening gown do a big musical number with a small instrumental group as the contestants parade down a runway with flashing lights. I'm thinking about having the group singing `It's a Grand Night for Singing' as the contestants first come out, all in their evening gowns."

"It sounds astounding, Mr. Churchill" the sheriff said. "I'm sure whatever you do will be astounding and fit entertainment even for a governor. I informed Principal Whaley you would be taking the reins and he spoke very highly of you and your skills. "

"I can't decide on an emcee yet" he said. "I think since old lady Bedford has done it for so long with her irritating voice, it would be nice to have a male. Of course he will have to be good-looking and personable. I just haven't come up with anyone quite yet."

"I have every confidence you will come up with someone" the sheriff said as Mr. Churchill finished dressing.

Arney continued cleaning Arney's cock and nut sac with his tongue. He was doing his best to clean him as he really couldn't take any more electricity.

"Looks like you've got him good and cleaned up, deputy" the sheriff said. "Did you enjoy that, Homer?"

"Shazam!" the boy said. "I shore did. I can't figure out which I like better, getting' my cock sucked or suckin' on cocks. I like `em both. I liked puttin' my dick in his butt too but that was kinda tiring but it shore felt good. I didn't know nothin' could feel that good but that wet mouth felt good too. I hope my mouth feels as good on a cock as Arney's mouth did suckin' mine."

"Great, Homer" the sheriff said. "You better get back up to the gas station. You've probably got a long line of horny men outside that bathroom. I'm really sorry and if Folly hears about this and has any problem, you just tell him to talk to me. I'll take care of things. "

"You always do, sheriff," he said. "Take care of things I mean. Well, thanks again, sheriff and thanks, Arney. liked havin' you suck on my dick!"

The boy left. Arney wanted desperately to get dressed but he remained naked on his knees on the floor of the court house, afraid of another shock.

"Have you had enough cock for the day, deputy?" the sheriff asked.

William chuckled.

"Yes, sir," the deputy answered quietly.

"What was that, deputy?" he asked again. "I couldn't hear you."

Randy reached for the collar controller.

YES, SIR!" the deputy answered quickly.

"That's better"" the sheriff said.

"Do we need to have a discussion about that gas station, deputy? Do we need to talk again about how you are to stay the fuck away from the place? Do we need to discuss how you are not ever again to set a fucking foot on that property unless you are ordered to gas up the patrol car, deputy? Do we?"

The sheriff's voice had risen with each question from a whisper until he was yelling at the end.

"I don't like you acting like a goddamned idiot and I don't like you making me look bad. You have made me look like some tyrant in front of the fresh, impressionable boys. Sometimes I think you do everything you can to piss me off and to make me look bad. I want it to stop. I want it to stop now. Do you understand?"

Yes, sir," he answered. "I understand completely, sir.

Randy went over and unlocked the shock collar and removed it from the deputy's neck.

"Get off the floor and go get a shower, you nasty dipshit" he ordered.

The deputy moved quickly into the back room. The sheriff moved over toward the cell where the boys were and motioned for Will to join him.

"Boys, I'm sorry you had to witness that" the sheriff said. "I really don't like being that way. I just want things to be done correctly. When things are not done right, I do get upset. I hope you weren't disturbed by that."

Both boys assured him they were not.

"The sheriff and I have something we want to talk to you about, boys," William began. "We've liked the behavior we've seen from you boys since we left the prison. Jimmy, I'm inviting you into my home as a guest, if you'd like. As long as you behave, I'd like you to consider yourself a big brother to my son, Billy Paul. He has a big brother who's away in college and he misses him badly. Would you consider doing this?"

"Yes, sir," the boy said. "I'd be honored to do that."

Will reached out and the boy moved into his arms. William gave him a deep, wet kiss.

"Mark, I ain't had a lot of experience with any of this" the sheriff began. "I been a paw for around ten years now but I ain't been the best one. I'm learnin' from Will but I got a ways to go. What I'm sayin' is I'd like to invite you into my home to be a big brother to Dopie if you're interested."

"Oh yes, sir," the boy said. "I'm very interested. I'd be honored to come into your home on any terms you offer, sheriff. More honored than you'd ever know. You say you ain't been much of a father. I don't think I've been the best son. Maybe we can make things work out the way they're supposed to be."

Randy sat the boy beside him on the cot. The sheriff turned to him and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then he kissed him again and the boy responded. Then the sheriff really kissed the boy, long and wet and yearning.

"Whoa, horsie!" the sheriff said. "Y'all better go pack up Jimmy's things so we can get out of here. It's almost time for Aunt Flea to put dinner on the table and she ain't happy when I'm late. William, would you and Jimmy like to join us for supper?"

"Thank you sheriff, but I better get home and check on my boy" he said. "His momma can't be counted on for nothin'. I'll get my boys some supper then head back to your house for our little meetin' with the mayor and your guest. I'll drop you and Mark on my way so Arney will have the squad car."

"Thank you, Will," the sheriff said. "That is most considerate of you."