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From: "fritz819@yahoo.com" <fritz819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Welcome to Gayberry - 92

Welcome to Gayberry – 92

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92

"I can't believe that kid has never been hugged" David said once they were
back in the car. "He's a smart, handsome kid. What kind of a father could
do that to a son? Or what kind of man could do that to any boy? I know I
was lucky to have a dad who loved me and didn't hesitate to show affection,
but to treat a son like that is just unbelievable to me."

"I know" the warden said. "It happens all too frequently. Most boys would
have gone bad in that situation but Charlie is still just as open and
loving as he can be. He's a sexy kid too. I hope he'll find a good home."

"I'll take him myself if it comes down to it" David said. "Every boy
deserves to be loved."

"Don't forget you've likely already got one in the oven" the warden
said. "I think you stuck a baby in that bitch's womb."

"You really think so?" David asked. "I sure hope you're right. But I really
don't get what the big deal is about pussy. Men go crazy for it and do
stupid ass things to get it. I guess I'm just built differently."

"I doubt that, David" the warden said. "I agree with you. I think most men
brag about how much puss they get and chase it and spend money on it
because they think it's what's expected of them. Look, I know what I'm
talking about. There's no way that ugly snatch on that bitch could compare
to the feeling of your beautiful, tight hole wrapped around my cock. It
just isn't possible. And women think they have a pot of gold between their
legs. Our whole society is screwed up. If men weren't so goddamned
concerned about their own egos, women couldn't give that nasty shit away. I
remember one night my wife got mad at me about something and told me I
wouldn't be getting any more pussy till I changed my ways. I told her to go
fuck herself that I didn't need that skanky pussy as there was lots better
stuff out there. She didn't appreciate it but it was the truth. She never
pulled that shit again on me."

"I feel the same way" David said. "I could be perfectly happy never
touching another one"

"That may be but I think you might want to give it one last hit tonight
just to show the prophet what a truly depraved slut he married" the warden
said. "That asshole needs to learn some lessons."

"That's the truth" David said. "And that woman! She wanted me to go ahead
and kill Luke and Mark because she's afraid they might tell the prophet
what sluts she and Sheriff Joe's wives were. I planted that little bug in
their ears and they were not happy. That bitch will flip on anybody in a
heartbeat to look out for herself."

"When two crazies like the prophet and his wife get together, there's some
very real danger" the warden said. "They've damaged and killed a lot of
people who didn't deserve it. I almost went too far in withholding oxygen
from her today. I will admit I was enjoying watching the bitch struggle for
oxygen and I almost went too far. It wouldn't have taken much more to put
that bitch in cardiac arrest."

"I wonder if that's what caused like spasms around my cock?" David
asked. "Until that happened, it felt like I was just sticking my pecker
into some liver but then, just before I shot my load, I felt spasms around
my cock."

"That is probably what happened" the warden said. "I won't deny I enjoyed
watching that treacherous bitch choking and gagging and sputtering on my
cock."

"You didn't get off, did you?" David asked.

"No, but it's not a problem" he said. "I'll just have a bigger load and a
stronger urge this evening."

"Do you know where you plan to discharge that load tonight?" David asked.

"I have a thought or two on that subject, but we'll have to see what shakes
out" the warden said with a laugh.

"When they arrived at the jail, things were quiet. The prophet was sitting
silently in his cell and didn't even acknowledge the deputy's
presence. Mikayla was also in her cell, applying more makeup.

"There you are" the sheriff said. "I thought you was gonna run late and I
need to get my kid from school. I ain't feelin' good about takin' my kid on
a fishin' trip and leavin' you to do this transfer. It's too
important. Maybe I ought to cancel. My boy would understand."

"You need time with your boy, sheriff" David said reassuringly. "I can
handle this with my eyes closed. There's nothing to it.  Not a soul in the
world knows the prophet's in this jail. I'll have Eamon to help out if I
need him. I know he's dumb but he's strong. "

They all enjoyed a nice laugh with that.

"We'll be fine" David said. "I'll keep him cuffed and keep the spreader bar
on him. We can get him out of here and over to that more secure place to
hold him till his transfer. Please don't worry, sheriff. Go on and enjoy
your time with your boy. I can handle the prophet."

"Well, I ain't sure about this but I guess I do need the time with Dopie"
the sheriff said. "All right, I'll go, but you need to call me at home once
it's done. Don't leave here till it starts gettin' dark and observe all the
safety precautions."

"Sheriff, I will do every single thing by the book" David said. "That is a
promise."

"Well, okay" Randy said. "Can you join me in the back for a minute? I got
some brochures on new uniforms I'd like to take a look at with you."

"Of course sir" David said as they headed for the back. Once in the back,
the sheriff spoke in almost a whisper.

"Well, the prophet is pissed" the sheriff said. "I told him everything, the
plane crash, him and the wife declared dead, all three of the disciples
dead, everything. I'm not sure if he's letting himself believe it but he's
pretty pissed with you. Now you've got your work cut out to set him up for
the evening."

"I'll get on it as soon as you leave" David said. "Sheriff, I believe we've
got a grave injustice to deal with, sir."

"Let me guess" the sheriff said. "Is it young Charlie? I've been thinking
we've been too harsh on the boy. He works hard on keeping that place neat
and all the prisoners clean. I think we may have been a little too hard."

"I think it's more than that, sheriff" David said. "Mr. Print has as much
as admitted he killed the boy's mother and a man who was about to take her
and little Charlie away. The man had been pimping his wife out at his hotel
and after she was dead, he and Barrow started pimping Charlie. When he
started puberty and his customers started to dwindle, he was used as what
is no more than slave labor. The old man used his friendship with you to
intimidate the boy into being silent. And on the day they came to kill
Kurt, Charlie's gun wasn't even loaded. And on the night of the Colony
fires, it seems it was young Charlie who caused their getaway car to end up
in the ditch. I think the boy is a good boy who has been a victim in all of
this."

"I've been having those same kinds of feelings" the sheriff said. "I'd take
him home with me tonight but I'm not sure that's fair to Kurt without
discussing it with him."

"I can certainly understand that but I think we need to get that kid out of
there" David said. "Heck, I'll raise him if I need to. I could bring him
here and he can stay here with me until things settle down."

"We'll sort it out and the boy will be fine" the sheriff said. "I promise
you that."

"You should know that the boy has no expectation of mercy" David said. "He
blames himself for not seeking help. All he was trying to do was
survive. No one should be blamed for that. When Eamon and I hugged the boy
today just before we left, he said he'd never been hugged that he could
remember."

"We'll make it up to him and that's a promise" the sheriff said. "And thank
you for giving me some time with my son" the sheriff said. "There's history
there too since I let a mean ass woman prevent the two of us from being
close for a long time. I have a lot of making up to do."

The sheriff and the deputy exchanged a hug before Randy took off and David
went back out to the front of the jail. He walked over to the prophet's
cell and pulled up a chair.

"You look down, prophet" David said quietly. "You can't let that
bullshitting, lying sheriff get to you. You just can't."

"What are you talking about, deputy?" the prophet asked. "The sheriff came
clean with me. He told me about the crash which was televised and how the
world thinks Sheriff Joe, my wife, and I were all killed when the plane
exploded. He told me Matthew was killed and Luke and Mark were captured. He
says they're being held in the same location I'm being transferred to. He
told me that the remaining disciples are holed up in a building on the
ranch which is completely surrounded by ABI and FBI agents. He told me
there's no hope."

"And that asshole's the biggest fucking liar in the world" David
said. "There was no plane crash. That was a flat out lie to demoralize
you. And Mark, Matthew and Luke are great. Eamon and I met up with them at
a roadhouse outside of town about an hour ago. They'll be at the airfield
at dark. The place only has one guard after five in the evening and he's
got one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. They'll use a
garrote to take him out and have the plane all fueled and ready. I'll
dismiss the guards on the rooftops here as we leave and we'll go to the
other site and reunite you with your wife. Your dear wife is waiting for
you. She can hardly contain herself with joy at being reunited. She is
hoping you will breed her on the spot before we even leave for the
plane. And there should be plenty of time for that as she is the only
person being held there. It's a very secluded building so she is there
alone. Prophet, you have nothing to worry about. It is all taken care
of. Our path is smooth. And we will be headed back to your promised land
when the sun goes down."

"Oh, David, I should have trusted you more, son" the prophet said. "Forgive
my doubts but our Lord also had his own doubting moment on the cross. I
guess I am entitled to mine. How joyous I feel! I have such joy in my
heart! Did you tell dear Miriam to have her beautiful hair combed out and
ready for me."

"I did, sir, and it will be just as you wished" David said. "All is in
readiness for your arrival, sir. It seems a bit of a missed opportunity
that the story about the crash isn't out there. We could have used it in a
way that would indicate your were dead and then arose again from the ashes
just like our Lord."

"That's brilliant, David" the prophet said. "Perhaps we can use it and say
that we went down in that fiery crash and were raised up through the fire
and from the watery depths! We have come to hasten Jehovah's kingdom! I
really love that idea, son! I love it!  People would be thrilled and there
is no telling how much money we would bring in with a story like that. I
wish I'd dumped that fat ass Sheriff Joe years ago and found someone new
and bright like you to replace him."

"Speaking of that, I called his wife as you instructed me to and told her
about the will" David said. "She was very unhappy and used some of the
filthiest language I have ever heard. I was shocked. Absolutely shocked to
hear a woman of the church speak in such a manner.  I told her to vacate
the home within twenty four hours but I have a feeling she will need to be
dealt with upon our return."

"I'm not going to play that legal beagle bullshit with her" the prophet
said. "As soon as we're on the plane I'll make one phone call and have her
taken out. It won't be a problem to put her fat, slutty ass in that
goddamned root cellar with the rest of them. I want the same done to that
asshole sheriff of this fucking town. He lied to me. He blatantly told me
lies to my face. I want that motherfucker dead and the sooner the better!
And the same goes for the ex-husband of the prophetess and that asshole kid
of hers. And that Dale Mason and his fucking brat. I want them all disposed
of with not a trace left. Do you understand?"

"Of course, sir" David said softly. "Whatever you wish will happen. I take
my pledge to serve you very seriously."

"One other thing I had a revelation about while you were gone" the prophet
said. "It has always been forbidden that any man should have sexual
relations with a woman who is with child. Once a baby is implanted a woman
is to have absolutely no sexual relations until the baby is six weeks old,
eight weeks if the baby is a boy. Husbands of pregnant women have been
forced to practice complete abstinence during that period and encouraged to
fast and pray. But it was revealed to me today that this is no longer the
will of Jehovah. A woman is to continue to be completely abstinent but a
man may partake of certain pleasures. It certainly cannot be that a man can
commit adultery with another woman but Jehovah revealed to me earlier that
he may have other men serve him while his wife is with child. Do you
understand what I'm saying, David?"

"I think so" the boy answered. "I think you mean that it's okay for a man
whose wife is pregnant to have another boy or man do to him what Mikayla
did to you earlier."

"You catch on very quickly, David" the prophet said. "I can't count the
number of men who violated the rule of abstinence in the past. I had no
choice but to have them eliminated and give their wife and unborn child to
another, more deserving man."

"What do you mean by eliminated?" David asked.

"I think you know without my saying it" the prophet said. "Sheriff Joe and
the disciples did many things for me. Enforcing the laws of Jehovah was
certainly something they were called on to do often."

"Come in here and sit down beside me, David" the prophet said.

The deputy did as instructed and the prophet put one of his hands on the
boy's thigh.

"When you said you would do anything I asked of you, did you mean it?" the
prophet asked.

"Of course I did, sir" David answered. "Please don't doubt my
faithfulness."

"You remember what Mikayla did for me earlier, don't you" the prophet asked
in a quiet voice as he gently massaged the deputy's muscular thigh.

"Yes, sir," David said. "She took you in her mouth and relieved you. And I
believe she also used her fingers on your hole."

"That's right, she did" the prophet said. "That was a new experience and it
was quite delightful."

"Have you ever done that or thought about doing that kind of thing to a
man, David?" the prophet asked.

"No, sir, absolutely not" David answered. "I have had relations with no man
and no woman. My parents encouraged me to keep myself pure until marriage."

"That is admirable, David and you were raised well" the prophet said. "But
sometimes life takes strange turns and it becomes essential to change
course. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, sir, that kind of thing can happen" David replied. "My life has
certainly changed since I met you."

"You just said you would serve me in any way I needed to be served, didn't
you?" the prophet asked.

"Yes, sir, and I meant what I said" David replied.

"Then if I asked you to serve me in that manner, you would have no
objection?"

"No, sir, I wouldn't" David said. "But don't you need to save your seed to
put it into the prophetess, sir?" the boy asked.

"I have plenty of seed in me" the prophet said. "Jehovah will make the
blood course through my privates and provide a bountiful supply of
seed. You need not worry about those things. It's not your place to
question me about anything. I could empty my sac eight or nine times and
still perform like a god when I see my precious wife."

Eamon was watching the events from the desk on the other side of the room
and smiling at David's naïve act as it became increasingly clear what
the prophet had in mind. The prophet now had his own hand inside his boxer
shorts, fondling himself. "Take my underwear off, David" the prophet
instructed lying back on the cot.

"Yes, sir, prophet" David said obediently. "I am here to serve you."

David did as instructed, after having some trouble getting the waist band
over the man's now fully erect cock. The man combed his thick, slightly
graying bush with his fingers and instructed the young deputy to put it in
his mouth. David got on his knees on the cot between the prophet's legs and
took the cock in his mouth all the way, his lips pressed against the
prophet's thick bush. The prophet held the boy's head in his hands, not
allowing him to move. David breathed through his nose and there was not
gagging or retching as the boy had sucked his father's cock many times
before.

"Ooh fuck, boy, that mouth feels nice!" the prophet sad as he pulled the
boy's head back and his cock popped out of his mouth.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before, boy?" the prophet asked. "You
seem to have taken all of my big cock without a problem."

"No, sir, I've never done this" David said. "As I told you I've kept myself
pure like my parents told me I should. Perhaps Jehovah has granted me this
gift in order to please the prophet."

"Well just relax now, son" the prophet said. "You're not doing anything
wrong. Anything I tell you to do is fine with Jehovah. Just keep on sucking
it that way and we'll be good. I was thinking about how hard it would be
not to touch my beautiful wife once she has my heir implanted inside her
but I'm not worried any longer about that. Jehovah always provides."

"Jehovah does indeed provide. Do you want tome to touch your hole with my
fingers the way I saw Mikayla do?" David asked.

"No, David, that wouldn't be seemly for a man to do that to another man"
the prophet said. "But put my member back in that hot mouth of yours and
start some slow in and out sucking motions."

"Yes, sir" David said, again taking the prophet's large cockhead in his
mouth and sliding down the very thin shaft until the cock was in his
throat.

"Oh yeah" the prophet said" as David moved up and down on his hard cock,
flicking his tongue around the cock head on each stroke. "You like that
cock, don't you boy? Fuck yeah! Just keep on taking it in and out of your
mouth, boy. That's the way. Now play with those big, hairy nuts a little
while you suck it. You're a nasty little motherfucker. I've never felt
anything like this. I should've had this revelation a long time
ago. Jehovah would never want me to withhold form myself something that
feels so good. Suck that hard dick, boy and I'll feed you some holy manna
shortly. Yeah! Keep it up, boy!"

The prophet had established a rhythm now with David doing all the work. He
intentionally let some of his warm saliva dribble down on the prophet's nut
sac, soaking it with his juices and then gently kneading it. The prophet
spread his legs wider as he felt the boy's hands kneading his sac and
getting close to his sensitive hole. David's juices were now dripping
slowly down on the prophet's hole which made the man remember how good
Mikayla's finger had felt massaging inside him. David let his long fingers
graze the prophet's hole and he heard the man moan as his fingers came so
close.

"Okay, I don't want your fingers entering my body, but maybe you can just
rub around the outside a little" the prophet said. "Do not insert them at
all! But just lightly rub around with your wet fingers. I think that will
feel good."

David resumed sucking the prophet's cock as he moved his saliva-slick index
finger down and began to lightly rub it across the prophet's slick pink
starfish. The prophet moaned at the pleasurable sensations he was
experiencing.

"Oh fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about" Warren said. "Just rub that
fucking wet hole with your finger. Take it nice and easy and keep sucking
that dick, boy. Motherfuck! This feels unbelievable! We're going to have a
lot of good times while my wife is pregnant. I never knew a man's mouth
could feel so different and so good on my body. This is a revelation in
itself. Awww! Don't stop. That's perfect. Fuck, I'm gonna want this every
day, maybe several times a day once I knock up my wife. This is
amazing. Get that finger just a little bit close, boy. Go easy. That's
virgin territory. Fuck! That's so good! I'm getting really close now,
David. Real close! Ooh, fuck yeah, just keep that up and tease that hole
with that fucking finger. Just tease it boy. Feels so fucking good! Oh
shit, I'm getting so close. Maybe if you just slide the very tip of your
finger inside me. It felt so fucking good when that whore did it. Just be
careful. It's awfully tender and I don't want any pain. Just ease the very
tip of your finger inside and find that spot. And remember this is our
little secret, buddy. No one can ever know about this."

David stopped rubbing the prophet's hole just long enough to wipe his
fingers on his own trousers to dry his saliva off them, then he poised them
at the prophet's manhole and jabbed his middle, index, and ring fingers
into the prophet's manhole as far as they would go. The prophet let out a
blood-curdling scream as he grabbed the boy's hand, attempting to pull his
fingers out of his now- burning hole. He pulled the boy's head off his
quickly deflating cock and pushed him off the cot onto the cell floor as he
jumped up, still howling and began to kick the boy in the head with his
bare feet. David easily deflected the blows, grabbing one of his ankles and
causing the prophet to fall beside him on the floor of his cell, his boxer
shorts on the floor beside them.

"Goddamn you, boy!" the prophet shouted. "What the fuck do you think you
were fucking doing? You set my fucking hole on fire. I'm sure I'm bleeding
and I'll need stitches! You fucking goddamned idiot!"

"I'm so sorry, sir" David said contritely. "I was just doing what you asked
me to do. I've never done it before and I didn't know it would hurt
you. I've never done any of this stuff before. You know I would never
intentionally harm you, my master. Please forgive me even if I can never
forgive myself."

The prophet was back on the cot now, one of his hands covering his hole as
if to protect it from further assault.

"Please, sir, let me have a look" David said. "I know we have some
antiseptic cream here that I can use if I've torn something."

"Get the fuck away from me!!" the prophet screamed. "I don't want your
hands touching me! I was close to one of the hardest climaxes I've ever had
and you spoiled the whole goddamned thing!. Now my dick's gone soft and I'm
not sure it'll ever get hard again! You stupid little fuckweasel! Get that
whore over here and get that cream. I'll let that dirty slut check me and
apply some cream but I want you out of my fucking cell right this second!"

"Yes, sir!" David said, moving to open Mikayla's cell and instructing the
warden, who was having difficulty suppressing his laughter, to bring the
antiseptic ointment for Mikayla to apply to the prophet's burning bunghole.

Mikayla came into the prophet's cell and attempted to calm him down,
although she too had been amused by the scene. She had the prophet lie on
his front side on the cot and stroked his thighs as he calmed down.

"That stupid motherfucker!" the prophet raged. "I think he was trying to
shove his goddamned fist inside me."

"No, sir" Mikayla said quietly. "It takes time to learn to give a man a
prostate massage. That young deputy is innocent and hadn't ever tried
anything like that as a giver or a receiver. He saw what I was doing to you
earlier and he didn't realize how thoroughly I had you lubricated before I
ever inserted my finger. He wouldn't have hurt you for anything. It's
obvious that boy adores you. She covered her index finger in the antiseptic
cream and slowly inserted it, calming him as he enjoyed the gentle movement
of her finger.

"Ah yeah" the prophet said. "Now that feels good. I can't believe that
idiot just jammed his fist into me."

"Don't think about it, sir" Mikayla said. "It's okay now. And it will take
time for him to learn to please you. It's something that has to be learned

Having seen the prophet's temper, Mikayla had become increasingly afraid of
the man and was eager to return to her cell. When she tried to leave, the
prophet grabbed her arm.

"Don't be in such a hurry, honey" the prophet said, holding onto her wrist
and not allowing her to leave. "I've not spent time with a real whore in a
very long time. And I certainly don't plan to do it again. But while we're
here, I might as well take advantage of our time. You think you might like
to show me your pussy? I kind of like to look at a girl's puss. There's
something about giving a girl orders that I like. If I told you to just lay
down there and spread your legs and hold those pussy lips open, I bet that
would turn you on. You're older than I usually like but you're the only
pussy in sight. You might as help me get revved up and in the mood before I
breed my wife."

Eamon and David were listening and felt the prophet would not react well to
learning he had been fooled into believing Mikayla was actually a real
woman. Eamon slipped quietly out the back door, returning in minutes with a
bag from the pharmacy.

"Miss Mikayla, here's the things you wanted from the drug store" Eamon
said. "First time I ever bought kotex before. It was kind of embarrassing
and that white girl didn't really want to sell them to me. She told me I
better not ever come back in there wantin' to buy ladies' intimate
products."

The prophet now threw Mikayla off the cot into the floor and started to
kick her.

"You unclean bitch!" he shouted. "Get away from me. I can't be in the
presence of any woman in her time of the moon. It is forbidden to be with
unclean women and now you've sullied me. I can't believe what fucking
ignorance I'm seeing in this place. Get the fuck away from me!"

Mikayla crawled out of the prophet's cell and back into her own space,
slamming the cell door behind her.

"I want every one of you assholes to just leave me the fuck alone!" the
prophet shouted. "I'm going to take a nap before I get myself showered and
ready to go and breed my wife. I want it quiet in here and you'll all pay
the price if that doesn't happen."

The prophet crawled onto his cot on his belly and pulled the covers over
his head. As the prophet was throwing his tantrum at the court house, the
sheriff arrived at his son's school to surprise him and check him out of
school for an afternoon together at the lake. Randy stopped in at the
principal's office and, after being warmly greeted by the principal, signed
his son out. He then headed to the boy's classroom as he had done many
times before. When he arrived at the classroom, he –peered through the
glass panes in the door and it appeared the children were napping, as they
all had their heads on their desks. He tapped on the door and Miss Frump
opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

"Why, what are you doing here? Sheriff Gaylor?" the teacher asked with a
smile. "I don't suppose you're here to apologize for your recent treatment
of me and my friends and ask me to go out to dinner to make up for all
you've done, are you?"

"No, ma'am, Miss Frump, that ain't my reason for bein' here at all" the
sheriff said. "I'm not a small man and I don't mind apologizing when an
apology is in order. But if you're talkin' about the scene you made at my
house comin' in with that lowlife mayor the other night, I don't owe you no
apology at all. And if you're talkin' about what you perceive as my
incompetence in findin' that weasel friend of yours, Will Barrow, well,
there'll be no apology for that either. As a matter of fact, Miss Frump,
I'm just here to pick up my son and take him fishin'. I've already signed
him lout with the principal's office and Ben had no problem with it."

"Randy, I think we've somehow gotten on the wrong track as far as our
relationship" the teacher said. "Why it wasn't that long ago, everyone in
town thought we were getting engaged and that we'd be married very
soon. You know that's true. I really enjoyed our time together. Isn't it
just possible we've let other people throw us off track?"

"No, ma'am, I don't think so" Randy said. "I don't intend to be rude to you
cause that ain't in my nature. But I ain't interested in spendin' time with
you or goin' out to dinner or goin' to dances or anything else. I'm
focusin' on raisin g my son and being the best father I can be. I almost
let that shewolf aunt of mine ruin things between me and my boy and I got a
lot of makin' up to do to Dopie. There ain't no place in my life right now
for a connivin' female, especially one who hangs out with lowlifes like
that sorry mayor and his slutty fiancé. I also don't like that you been
visitin' that connivin' Mrs. Bedford and my aunt ever' week. I don't like
it at all and next time you visit, you're gonna have a surprise in
store. As for your buddy, Mr. tiny meat Barrow, I know you called the NCBI,
satin' that I ain't been lookin' for him. I know about that call just like
I know what is goin' on in this town. Don't ever think I ain't on top of
what's happenin' in ever' corner of Gayberry and I know about all the
snakes like yourself crawlin' around on their goddamned bellies and
spreadin' horseshit!"

"Fuck you, Sheriff!" she said, growing louder with each word. "I wouldn't
marry you if you were the last motherfucker on this planet! And you can
just shut your mouth about my friends. Franklin Delano Dykes is the finest
mayor in this state and he will make an excellent governor when we get that
fagboy out of the governor's mansion. I hear the whole place will have to
be sanitized and repainted to cover all the cumstains!  I know you're
trying to undercut Mayor Dykes because you've become buddies with that
asshole governor and his Jew buddy and buttboy. I know things you don't
think I know. I suspect there's a lot of nasty stuff going on in that big
house you stole from that precious Tara Bedford and while I don't have
proof of it right now, it won't be long before I do and you're coming off
that high and mighty pedestal that you and your buddies William Walker and
Arnold Winkler have put yourselves on. It's all going to come crashing down
soon enough and I'll be leading the parade that runs you and your asshole
buddies out of this town and hopefully to prison!"

"If you think I'm goin' to have an argument with a crazy, yellin' and
screamin' woman here in the school hallway with all your fellow teachers
stickin' their heads out their doors to see what's goin' on, then you're
even crazier than you're actin' right now! I am going into the classroom to
get my son and we are leaving as I planned" the sheriff said.

"You arrogant, prideful asshole!" Miss Frump screamed. "You think you run
this town and everything in it. You want to just stroll in here and take
your son out of my classroom while I'm trying to teach these children?"

"Looks to me like they're havin' naptime" the sheriff said. "All of `em had
their heads down on their desks. And, yes, I'm getting Dopie and we'll be
leaving right now. You may be his teacher but I'm his paw. I have checked
him out according to the procedures this school has established and there
is nothing you can do to stop me."

"You go right ahead!" the teacher yelled. "Take your boy and why don't you
take your buttbuddies' boys too! This won't go on forever. If you think
I've given up on finding answers in my friend Barrow's disappearance, you
couldn't be more wrong. I've been introduced to two very fine investigators
over in Mount Pilot and they have assured me they will find my friend."

"If you're talkin' about them Satterfield boys, I'll warn you" the sheriff
said quietly. "If I catch either one of them boys settin' foot in this
town, they'll be arrested immediately. They was caught redhanded adulterin'
with a married Gayberry gal and abusin' her son. The corruption over there
is unbelievable and there'll be an accountin' real soon. It don't surprise
me you'd turn to some sick motherfuckers like them boys. They're probably
givin' you some of that shaved, cut dick if it's healed up enough for them
to fuck without screamin' like they did the day they wuz cut. You better be
careful, Missy Frump, about who you consort with. I'm givin' you a fair
warnin' on this and I won't give another one."

 Randy turned and walked into the classroom as his son and all the boy's
friends came running o hug him warmly while a frustrated teacher tried to
get control of the classroom and the final bell of the day rang, signaling
the school day was over. Randy explained he had come for Dopie to make up
for some of the time they missed at the lake. Very shortly, the doctor
showed up to pick up the other boys for their study session. Randy let the
unpleasantness with the teacher slide off his shoulders and replaced it
with his boy sitting on his shoulders as they headed to the squad
car. Dopie was thrilled at the chance to spend some time with his handsome
dad. They ran by the Dairy Dip near the school for a quick snack and then
headed to the lake.

"Hey, little buddy, I shore have missed you and I'm sorry I had to leave
the lake early" Randy told his son once they were back in the car.

Dopie scooted over on the seat as close as he could get to his dad and put
his small hand on the sheriff's muscular thigh. Andy enjoyed having his son
near him and the feeling of having the boy's hand so near his privates made
his big cock begin to thicken and elongate. Once they arrived at the lake,
there seemed to be no one else around which was surprising for such a
beautiful afternoon.

"I missed you too, paw, but I understand why you had to leave" Dopie
said. "You got a very important job and all the other men took real good
care of all of us. I wasn't scared a single time. Paw, I ain't got no
clothes to change into. I'd hate to mess up my good school clothes. Fishin'
can get kinda messy."

"We ain't gonna worry about none of that stuff" Randy told his smiling
son. "Clothes'll get clean in the washer."

"I reckon we could just take `em off and fold `em up and leave `em in the
car if we wanted to. Don't seem to be nobody else around but us two, paw."

"Is that what you'd like, son?" the sheriff asked.

Dopie's face was a very light shade of red as he nodded his head.

"I think I'd like that a lot, paw" Dopie said as his father pulled his face
close to his own and kissed his cheek.

"That felt good, paw" Dopie said. "I shore am glad you came to get me
today" Dopie said.

"Me too, son" Randy said. "I got our fishin' stuff in the trunk. I can't
believe I forgot to bring us some fishin' clothes."

"That's all right, paw" Dopie said. "We ain't got to worry about Aunt Flea
showin' up or nothin'. She'd be real mad if she knew how we hang out naked
at home. Why is that, paw? Why didn't Aunt Flea want us bein' naked around
each other?'

"I ain't completely sure, son" the sheriff told his son. "Do you miss her
at all?"

"Shucks no, paw" the boy said, snuggling closer to his daddy. "I ain't
never been so happy. Since we moved to the new house, I ain't had to worry
about..."

The boy's voice trailed off, as if he'd almost said something he shouldn't
have said.

"Dopie, little buddy" the sheriff said. "What is it you worried about when
we lived in the old house with Aunt Flea."

"It's nothin', paw" the boy said, looking as if he might start to cry. "I
didn't mean to say nothin'. I don't want nothin' to happen to you. I can't
tell you. I didn't mean to say that."

Tears were rolling down the boy's face now. His father got a tissue and
wiped his eyes, holding him close.

"Dopie, I'm fine and I'm gonna be fine" he said. "I think there's somethin'
you ain't never told me cause Aunt Flea told you not to tell. I promise you
there's ain't a single thing she can do to me or to you now. I hope you'll
trust me enough to tell me what's bothering you, son."

"I do trust you, paw, more than I trust anybody in the whole world" Dopie
said, big tears rolling down his cheeks.  "What about Mrs. Bedford? Can she
hurt you like her and Aunt Flea said they could? I couldn't bear it if
somethin' happened to you, paw, I just couldn't bear it."

"Son, nothin's gonna happen to me" Randy said softly. "I'd really like it
if you'd trust me enough to tell me what's botherin' you. I `spect it's
been botherin' you for a while and I'd like you to unburden yourself. I
promise you ain't nobody gonna hurt me or you and you can bet your sweet
little ass your Aunt Flea and her crazy bitch friend ain't gonna hurt us."

Hearing his dad use nasty words made the boy giggle and his tears dried up.

"Aunt Flea used to get real mad at me" Dopie said. "She'd make up a reason
to punish me. One time I had made my bed and cleaned my room. Then I went
outside to play and she came and got me and told me to get upstairs. My
room was all messed up and I knew I had it cleaned when I left. I tried to
tell her but she wouldn't listen. I knew she went in there and messed it up
while I was outside. That happened a whole bunch of times. She'd punish me
and then tell me that if I ever told you or anybody else about it, her and
Mrs. Bedford would see to it that you wuz killed. It was like they wuz both
two people, paw. Showin' a nice side to ever'body else in town and bein'
all sweet and stuff and then it was like they become somebody else
sometimes."

"Do you know what it was that would set her off and cause her to change,
son?" Randy asked.

"Sometimes it was just little stuff, paw" the boy explained. "Like if I
forgot to take out the trash. She'd start out remindin' me and then get
herself all worked up and it was worse if Mrs. Bedford was there too. It
was like that'd get her even more worked up. And sometimes I didn't do
nothing, paw. Like sometimes I'd just be in my bed and she'd come in my
room and throw the covers off and make me pull down my pajamas. She'd make
me start fingerin' my willy and when it got hard, she'd go crazy. She'd do
the same thing if I was takin' a bath. She'd sometimes get Mrs. Bedford to
come over and they'd make me stand there and finger my willy till it got
hard. I wasn't even having the quivers then, paw. I didn't understand what
I was doin' wrong and she wouldn't never tell me."

"Son, you wasn't doin' nothin' wrong" the sheriff said quietly. "She's
crazy. You know, just your tellin' me about this stuff is makin' me have
memories I ain't had in years about how she'd go off on me for the same
stuff when I was just a little boy. I guess I tried so hard to push it out
of my head. I ain't let myself think about it for years, but I'm
rememberin' it now."

"She'd make me take off all my clothes and march me in the kitchen where
she'd take that long wood spoon that hangs over the stove off of its hook
and make me get up on the table" Dopie said. "Then she'd beat my grapes
with it till it hurt so bad I'd be screamin'. It hurt real bad, paw, real
bad. And they'd make me finger my willy till I got hard and they'd laugh at
me about how tiny it was. And sometimes they'd hit my willy too and
threaten to cut it off. Aunt Flea said if I didn't have a willy I'd be a
whole lot better behaved. I really thought her or Mrs. Bedford was gonna
cut it off for sure several times."

"I remember it too, son" Randy said. "That goddamned wooden spoon's been
hangin' in the same place since I was a boy and she did the same thing to
me. I believe Mrs. Bedford was there when it happened to me too. I remember
Mrs. Bedford sayin' it was the only way to make boys behave."

"Yessir, paw" Dopie said. "She'd say how she had raised three perfect boys
and how Aunt Flea didn't do so good with you cause you was out of
control. Aunt Flea said I could never be allowed to be as out of control as
my paw. They'd beat me till my sac got all red and swole up. It'd take days
to go back to normal after a bad beatin'."

"Maybe that's one reason she didn't want us seein' each other naked" Randy
said. "I'm so sorry, son. If I'da remembered I coul've saved you goin'
through all that."

"It's okay, paw" Dopie said. "Promise me we don't never have to live with
her again."

"Oh, my sweet, sweet boy" the sheriff said. "I promise you that. That
shebitch will never lay another finger on you. That's my solemn
promise. And I'm sorry I wasn't there enough to catch them doin' that stuff
or to make you safe enough that you could tell me."

"It's okay, paw" Dopie said. "We're both okay now."

"We sure are, son" the sheriff said. "And don't you worry about a
thing. But I don't want you to forget it either. Even though it's painful,
you need to remember so if you ever become a paw, you'll keep your own boy
from havin' to go through that kind of thing. Now how about my boy and me
get rid of some of these clothes and see if we can't catch a few fish."

"Sounds good to me, paw" Dopie said as they left the car and got their
fishing gear and an old quilt out of the trunk of the car. They walked down
to the lakeside and Randy spread out the quilt while Dopie baited their
hooks and then rinsed his hands at the edge of the lake.

"I'm thinkin' we ought to get shed of some of these clothes now, paw" Dopie
said. "What do you say to that?"

"I think that's a fine idea" the sheriff said, handing his son an ice-cold
can of soda out of the cooler. "Would it be okay if I just relaxed for a
minute and watched my boy undress for me? I think I'd like that."

"Sounds good to me, paw" Dopie said `just as quick as I get my hook in the
water. In no time, the boy had both hooks baited and in the water.

Randy had removed his shoes and socks and was sitting on the quilt. He
gestured for his son to come over and get in his lap. Dopie did so. Randy
laid back with his son on top of him, the sheriff's strong arms around his
boy's waist.

"Shore is peaceful out here, ain't it, son?" the sheriff remarked.

"Shore is, paw" Dopie said. "It's like they ain't nobody in the world right
now except us two."

"I like that" Randy said as he moved to take his son's shirt off. "I want
to get a real good look at what's growin' under them strong arms of yours,
son. I can't believe my baby boy is growin' up so fast. I know you been
anxious to see some signs of puberty but I kind of wish we could slow
things down just a little bit."

Randy had now removed his shirt, leaving him bare above the waist.

"I'll always be your baby boy, paw, no matter how old or how big I get"
Dopie said as Randy rolled him onto his back and began to inspect his
underarms.

"Aww, no fair!" Dopie said. "That tickles!"

Randy was now licking the boy's smooth pits, finding three golden hairs
under his left arm and two under his right.

"Son, you didn't tell me you were getting hair under both arms" Randy said.

"I ain't paw" Dopie said. "It's just on one side."

"Not any more, son" Randy said" raising the boy's arms and showing him the
soft blonde-red hairs he was sprouting.

"Wow! That musta just happened since this mornin" Dopie said excitedly. "Me
and Billy Paul all checked when we wuz getting' ready for school. Billy
Paul and Arnold Junior ain't got any pit hair yet so they wanted to
check. They both got some pubes though and Pepe says he's got a couple of
dark hairs growin' in his hole. His paw found `em and it looks like he's
gonna be as hairy as his cousin."

"How is Rolando adjusting to being here, son?" the sheriff asked as he
continued to rub his son's bare arms and his smooth little chest.

 "He loves it here, paw" Dopie said. "He's learning English really fast and
he says he loves it here. Him and Pepe and the younger boys get along real
fine. You think Rolando's a handsome boy, paw?"

"I shore do" Randy said. "He's a fine lookin' boy and he seems really
nice. Is he like that all the time, son?"

"From what I've saw he seems to be really nice" Dopie said. "He's always
offerin' to help out and I know the doctor likes him a lot. We all like
him. He's really patient too and he don't let any of the older boys at
school bully anyof us younger ones."

"I'm glad to hear that, son" Randy said.  "I haven't had the chance to be
around him much. I'll make it a point to get to know him better."

"You'll like him, paw" Dopie said.

"Sounds like you may have a little crush on him, son" Randy said with a
smile. "Should your old paw be jealous of that handsome young
whippersnapper?"

"You know better than that, paw!" Dopie said. "Nobody's ever gonna take the
place of my paw."

"But it sure sounds like you like him and I'm glad to hear that" Randy
said. "From what Mr. House said, them younger brothers of Pepe's might not
have made it here without his help. But what is it you like so much about
this boy, son?"

"Well, like I said, he's real nice" Dopie said, blushing lightly.

"I see your face turnin' a little red" Randy said kiddingly. "I `spect
there's somethin' you ain't tellin' me. I hope you know you don't never
have to be embarrassed about talkin' to me."

"I know, paw, it's just that when I'm around him, my willy always gets
hard" Dopie said.

"Is your willy hard right now just talkin' about him?" Randy asked.

"My willy's real hard, paw, but it ain't just from thinkin' about Ro" Dopie
said. "It's from bein' abound you, specially since you took your shirt
off. I like feelin' my skin rubbin up against yours."

"Mind if I feel of your hard willy, son?" Randy asked.

"Shucks no, paw" Dopie answered with a smile. "I believe I'd like that just
about more than anything right now."

Randy began to lick his son's tiny little boy nipples as he ran one hand
over the front of the boy's jeans, feeling the small boycock straining to
get free.

"Ummm" Dopie said, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations his dad was
giving him.

"Does that feel good, son?" the sheriff asked. "Feels like that boycock of
yours is getting' fatter and longer."

"Shore does, paw. "Feels good as just about anything I can think of. Don't
stop, paw. Please don't stop."

"I ain't stoppin' till my boy feels good" Randy said. "I want to give you
the Quivers or the shivers or whatever it is you boys call it. I want to
make my boy feel real good."

The sheriff gently undid the boy's belt as he continued to whisper in his
ear and to gently lick his hard little boy nips. He undid the belt then the
fastener on the boy's jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down and caressing
the hard spike inside the boy's light blue Superman briefs. He heard his
son gasp when he stuck his hot tongue into the boy's ear and he could feel
the pulsating blood running through the boy's hard penis even through the
thin fabric of his underwear. It was almost like the boy was in a trance as
his father gently removed his jeans from his body leaving him in nothing
but his briefs. He kissed him deeply, causing the boy to cling to him like
a drowning sailor would cling to a life raft. He rubbed the smooth skin on
the boy's warm tummy and teased his navel with his smallest finger. Dopie
took his father's hand and attempted to guide it inside his underwear but
his dad gently resisted.

"Let's take our time, boy" Randy whispered, licking his neck. "Be
patient. I ain't gonna disappoint my boy."

"It just feels so good, paw" Dopie whispered. It's so good to feel your
hands on me."

"Feels good to me too, son" Randy said as he ran his big daddy hands up and
down the boy's smooth legs from calf tot high, edging his hand closer to
the crotch with each stroke. "I can feel how that cock of yours is getting'
thicker by the day, just like you're sproutin' new hair. My boy's beomin' a
man and I don't want to miss one little part of that. I want my boy to feel
good whenever he wants it and to do good stuff with whoever he wants to do
it with. Ain't nothin' wrong with you havin' a crush on Rolando or nobody
else. He's a fine, fine lookin' boy and I'd love to watch him kissin' on
you the way I'm doin' it right now. I noticed how he's got that thick nest
of dark pit hair and a whole bunch of pubes for a boy his age. I bet you'd
like to taste that thick uncut meat of his wouldn't you son? Just lick it
and take it all in your mouth. You'd like that, wouldn't you boy? I'd love
to see it. Maybe we can make that happen real soon."

"I shore would like that, paw" Dopie said softly. "What you're doin' feels
good to me.  Please don't stop."

"I ain't stoppin', son, till my boy is completely satisfied" Randy said,
carefully edging his fingers under the waistband of the boy's briefs and
feeling his smooth pubic area. He let his fingers graze the boy's hard,
uncut dick, noting how it had begun to thicken. "That boy dick sure is
getting' thick, son. Do my fingers feel good on it?"

"Yes, sir, paw" Dopie said dreamily as Randy now began to knead his small,
smooth nuts and inch a finger toward his tight, pink hole.

Dopie's fingers were now running through his dad's thick hair as he pulled
his face close to his own and thrust his tongue into the father's
mouth. Dopie was sucking on his father's tongue like a starving man as
Randy briefly removed the hand from the boy's underwear and put it into the
boy's mouth. Dopie knew what to do and began wetting the finger with his
own juices.

"You gonna put that in me, paw?" the boy asked.

"That's what I'm plannin' unless you don't want me to."

"Oh no, paw, I want it real bad" Dopie said as he managed to unbutton and
untuck his father's shirt and pull his undershirt up to his nipples so that
he could feel his dad's hairy chest rubbing against his own smooth
skin. Randy paused briefly to shed his shirt and undershirt, then his hand
was back in his son's briefs, edging the waistband down over his slender
hips and stroking the boy's smooth, warm legs.

Dopie gasped for breath as he felt his father's strong hand squeezing his
legs and taking off his underwear. He could smell his father's after shave,
which further intoxicated the horny boy. He began to lick his father's neck
and run his fingers through the man's thick pelt of chest hair. Dopie's
underwear was now in the sheriff's hand as he held it to his face, inhaling
the fresh boy scent. The sheriff again stuck his finger in his boy's mouth
to make sure it was slick and wet. He then touched the boy's hard, bare
cock and began to slide his generous foreskin back and forth over the fat
little cockhead. Dopie gasped at the sensations and the very idea of having
his own father play with his hard willy. At the same time, Randy gently
kneaded the boy's sack and edged his middle finger closer to the boy's
hole. The second Randy touched the boy's hot hole with his fingers, Dopie's
legs flew apart, giving his father total access to his body.

"Oh yeah, paw, that feels so good" Dopie moaned, his head thrown back and
his eyes closed, enjoying his father's finger teasing his hole.

Randy put the tip of his long, thick middle finger right on the boy's
beautiful pink hole, poised to enter him. He moved his head down and began
to lick the smooth spot above the boy's cock that would soon be covered in
soft hair. Just as his finger entered the boy, Randy engulfed the boy's
cock in his mouth. Dopie gasped for air at the feelings of having his
father's finger enter him at the same time he completely engulfed his cock
in his mouth.

"Ohhh fuuuuuck, paw!" Dopie gasped as his father's finger began regular in
and out motions and his head moved up and down on his cock. Dopie was in
heaven, his slender legs spread wide for his father and his hands running
through his handsome father's hair.

"You feelin' good, son?" Randy asked his moaning boy as he licked his cock
and continued to massage his sweet spot with his thick index finger. "You
like feelin' your daddy's finger in that sweet little boycunt and daddy's
mouth on that boycock."

"It's the best, paw" Dopie answered quietly and breathily.

"Take your time boy" Randy whispered. "We ain't in no rush, son. Ain't
nobody else around and I just want my boy to feel good."

The sheriff momentarily withdrew his finger from the boy and reinserted,
adding his index finger. Dopie groaned and opened wider. Randy felt the
boy's hole squeezing his fingers as he scissored the boy's tiny prostate
gland with the two fingers he had inserted in his son. He took his son's
hard cock and both his little nuts into his mouth and slathered them with
his juices as the boy moaned and began to thrust his pelvis up, wanting to
feel his father inside him.

"Take your pants off, paw" Dopie said breathlessly. "I want to touch your
big cock too. Please, paw."

Without removing his fingers from his son, the sheriff used his free hand
to quickly unfasten his pants and wiggle out of them, leaving him only in
his white cotton boxers, his hard meat sticking out of the hole in the
fly. Dopie immediately grabbed his father's long, thick cock and began to
stroke him. He was already juicy with pre-cum as the boy's small hand
stroked, unable to wrap his fingers all the way around the thick meat.

"Let me suck it, paw" Dopie said. "I been practicing and I know I can take
the whole thing."

"Don't worry about that, boy" Randy said. "Just take what you can."

Dopie managed to get his father's underwear off him and now the father and
son were naked together on the quilt. Without ever removing his fingers
from the boy, the sheriff maneuvered them into a sixty nine position, now
offering his leaking cock to his only son. Dopie spit on his father's hard,
fat cock and immediately swallowed the whole slab of manmeat that made
him. Randy gasped at the pleasure of his son's hot mouth engulfing his
penis. It was as if the boy had no teeth, just a wet hotness surrounded his
throbbing, leaking cock. Dopie held his father's cock in his mouth for
almost a minute before easing off and begging a regular rhythm, engulfing
the dick completely then sliding off until just the tip of the long
foreskin was in his mouth, then again taking the whole thing. Randy was
amazed at his own son's cocksucking skills and it was obviously the boys
had been practicing.

"Eat that dick, son" the sheriff moaned. "That feels so fuckin' good. Your
buddies have been teachin' you some real good stuff. Take that big daddy
dick, boy!"

Randy went back to sucking Dopie's boy cock, occasionally spitting on his
fingers to keep the boy's tight little hole lubricated. He was
fingerfucking the boy now with his middle and index fingers and Dopie was
moaning with pleasure as he continued to suck his paw's cock.

"Paw, I shore would like to feel it up against my hole" Dopie said, taking
a break from his cocksucking.

"Son, I'd love to put it in you but I don't want to hurt you" Randy
said. "I would never do nothin' to hurt my boy."

"But paw, I really want to see how it feels to have my paw's cock in
me. Even if you don't put it in all the way. I promise I'll tell you if it
starts hurtin' too bad. I promise I won't let you hurt me. I just want to
see how it feels up against my hole. It's like my hole's itchin' for it,
paw."

"I know you want it, son and I'm sorry we didn't get to do it up at the
lake" the sheriff said. "That was my plan. But it didn't work out cause I
had to come back to town before I got the chance."

"I know, paw, and that's all right" Dopie said. "I just want to see how it
would feel to have my paw's hard cock up against my hole. Please, paw. I
really want it."

"Okay, son" the sheriff said. "If you promise to tell me if it starts
hurtin' too bad. It's bound to hurt a little. That's natural, but I don't
want to do anything to damage you. You gotta promise to tell me if it feels
like I'm tearin' your hole."

"I promise paw" Dopie said. "I promise I'll tell you. I been stretchin with
the stretchers and usin' bananas and I been doin' it with the other boys
too ever' chance I get. I can take the governor's cock with no pain at all
now. At first it hurt a little but I still wanted it. I guess I'm just a
boy that likes cock in his hole."

"Ain't a thing wrong with that, Dopie. Which of the other boys have fucked
you, son?" the sheriff asked, finding himself even more aroused by the sexy
talk with his young son.

"Me and Billy Paul do it whenever we can" Dopie said. "Arnold Junior too
and Pepe loves to do it. I been wantin' to do it with Rolando cause Pepe
says he's real good at it but we ain't had a chance yet. I been wantin'
Kurt and Rafe but they both seem a little bit too shy. You know how much I
love doin' with the governor and I'd like to do it with Jimmy and Mark but
they got them cages on their willies. I've done it with Jeffy a lot. But
Billy Paul says it's real special when it's your paw doin' it. It's fun
bein' on the top or the bottom but I kinda think I like it best bein' on
the bottom."

"Son, I'd love to put it in you and I'd be willin' but I ain't got nothin'
to slick my cock up with" Randy said.

"I got a tube in my jeans pocket, paw" Dopie aid. "Between Arnold Junior,
Billy Paul and me, one of us always has some in case we get horned up and
need relievin'. The doctor told us we ought to have some handy in case we
get all horny and want to do it. He don't wantin' none of us getting' hurt.
When you came to pick me up, Billy Paul handed it to me and told me to put
it in my pocket."

"So your friend knew what we might be getting' up to?" Randy asked.

"Shore did, paw" Dopie answered, handing his father the tube of
lubricant. "We're awful good buddies and we ain't got no secrets from each
other."

"Okay, son, but you have to promise me..."

"I promise paw" Dopie said. "But I been wantin' you to do this for a while
now. I promise if it hurts too much I'll tell you. But Billy Paul says if a
man goes slow, a boy will pretty much stretch out and take anything. His
older brother's taught him a lot of stuff."

"I'm glad you have such good buddies, son, I really am" Randy said. "If it
wasn't for Billy Paul and his paw, I'm afraid we might still be livin' with
Aunt Flea. I wouldn't ever want us to be like that again."

"Me neither, paw" Dopie said as he rubbed a gob of the clear lubricant onto
his tiny pink starfish.

His father watched him insert a slicked up finger into his hole, then
another. Randy felt his dick twitching at the sight and realized he was
ready to show his son how much he loved him by having the ultimate bonding
experience. Dopie handed him the tube and Randy applied a generous amount
of the lubricant and began to rub it into his throbbing cock but his son
took over, causing Randy to moan.

"Your willy's jumpin' around, paw" the boy said. "I'm ready for you to put
it in me."

Dopie lay on his back on the quilt, spreading his legs wide and inserting
his index finger into his boyhole while licking his lips lewdly. Randy got
on his knees, aiming his cock at the boyhole and then touching it and
feeling the heat on his cock. Dopie was emanating heat like an oven and
Randy knew he couldn't go back now. He knew he was about to fuck his son,
his own flesh and blood and he wondered for an instant if he was committing
the ultimate sin or if he was about to commit the ultimate act of
bonding. He just knew that he wanted to feel his son's flesh wrapped
tightly around his own as he thrust his cock forward into the boy. Dopie
groaned as he felt his father's thick cock enter his body. There was no
pain at first and only a feeling of fullness as the sheriff continued to
ease his thick meat into his boy. Dopie felt his father's cock graze his
little gland and the next thing he experienced was a feeling of fullness he
had never even imagined. Randy realized his cock was completely in his son
and held it still for a moment, enjoying the heat from his boy's body.

"You okay, son?" Randy asked.

"Fuck yeah, paw" Dopie answered. "It ain't hurtin' at all paw. As a matter
of fact I ain't sure I ever felt this good in my life."

Randy leaned down, bearing some of his body weight onto the boy, his hairy
chest rubbing against the boy's perfectly smooth one. He kissed his son
deeper than he ever had. It was a wet kiss, dripping with his man juices
and his son received his tongue in his mouth hungrily, sucking for all he
was worth on his father's tongue.

"Oh, paw, this is so good" the boy said as his father began to slowly ease
his cock in and out of the boy, very slowly at first but picking up speed
as he watched his son's eyes roll back in his head and start to moan
softly.

Randy had established a regular rhythm now, resting his elbows on the quilt
and stroking the full length of his cock in and out of the boy as Dopie
moaned, just enjoying the sensations of having his father stuffing
him. Dopie's hands were all over his father's back, stroking him and
exploring his bushy pits and his furry chest. Occasionally the sheriff
would lean in and kiss his son deeply and wetly, then lick his neck, his
nipples, his ears. Randy closed his eyes and the enormity of the moment hit
him as he realized he was fucking his own son, something he had not even
dreamed of doing a few short weeks ago. He also realized that, while the
world might condemn what he was doing, it felt like the most wonderful
thing he had ever experienced. He had never felt closer to his boy than he
did as he heard him moan in satisfaction and felt his body so very
close. Randy took a hand and wedged it between their bodies, finding the
boy's rock hard spike. He began to masturbate the boy, gently moving his
foreskin back and forth over the cockhead.

"Paw, that feels so good" Dopie moaned, his breaths coming faster. "I can't
last long now, paw. I'm real close."

"Relax and let it go, son" the sheriff told his boy. "Just go when you're
ready. I'm close too and getting' closer by the second. You want me to
breed you, son?  You want me to shoot inside you?"

"Don't matter, paw" Dopie said. "Whatever you want. It just feels so
good. I ain't never felt..."

The boys words trailed off as his dad felt the boy's body begin to quiver
and he knew his son was reaching a dry climax.

"Ooooh fuck, paw, I couldn't hold back" Dopie said, gasping for breath as
his body continued to quiver.

"It's all right, son, just let it go" Randy said, realizing his own climax
was imminent as the feeling rose from deep in his hairy nut sack and spread
up through his hard cock. He knew his spunk was on its way and he fucked
his son harder and faster, thrusting his thick, hard meat all the way into
the boy.

Both were having noisy climaxes. Dopie was still gasping for breath as his
body completed its hard climax and Randy's began. He pulled his cock out of
his son, flipped him over onto his tummy and began to beat his own meat,
shooting ropes of thick white cum onto the boy's small, perfectly round
butt cheeks. Rope after rope of the thick semen shot onto Dopie's cheeks
before Randy grabbed his own cock, lined it up and reinserted into his boy
with one hard, long thrust.  Dopie gasped as he felt his father's slick,
hard meat reenter him all the way, again feeling fuller than anything he
had ever experienced. As both slowly regained normal respirations, Randy
again withdrew his still hard cock from his son and, using his meat, spread
his sticky cum all over the boy's round bubble but. Several times, he
reinserted his meat to the hilt, his son gasping in pleasure each time.
Randy's meat now softening, he lay on his back beside his boy, pulling him
close and wrapping his large, muscled arm around his boy. Dopie laid his
head on his father's chest and they enjoyed a few minutes of silence, just
being together as father and son with a new and fresh bond between them.