Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 06:24:33 -0800 (PST) From: Gustav Rennick <gustavrennick@yahoo.com> Subject: Sheriff Andy Taylor and Opie Sheriff Andy Taylor and Opie This story is based on characters from the Andy Griffith Show and is not intended to imply anything about the sexual orientation of the characters nor the actors who portrayed them. [This story idea was generated by Barry who inspired me to write this. Thank you Barry.] Sheriff Andy Taylor was very fond of his young son Opie. Ever since his wife died Andy, with the able support of his Aunt Bea, had raised Opie and instilled in him the values by which he himself lived. Opie was growing into a fine young lad who was respectful, honest, and a joy to be around. So Andy made efforts to spend as much time with his son as possible to let Opie know he was loved and treasured. This particular Tuesday Andy felt the town was quiet enough, as it usually was, to leave its policing in the semi-competent hands of Deputy Sheriff Barney Fife. Thus he had phoned Aunt Bea asking her to pack a picnic lunch and he wandered home to connect with Opie. "Hey, Pop," Opie called when he saw his dad coming down the street, "What's up?" "Hey yourself, son," the Sheriff replied, "let's you and me go to the lake for some fishing. What do ya say?" "Sure thing, Pop, I'll get my gear." "And I'll change my clothes. Meet you here in five minutes." The two Taylor men went their separate ways returning to the porch of the house in the allotted time. Both were now wearing light cotton shirts over their dungarees with bare feet inside sneakers. Opie asked about lunch, Andy held up the large basket Aunt Bea had prepared, the boy whooped his best Indian call and bolted down the walk beckoning for his father to follow more quickly. The two walked side by side whistling `their' song as they headed toward their favourite fishing spot, a secluded stretch of riverside beach surrounded by thick woods and accessible by a single path. It wasn't the best fishing spot on the river but fishing wasn't always the goal of these times together. Most of their time was spent talking about school, work, family and meaning of life type topics. Yes, they diligently tied flies to their fishing lines and cast them into the water but if no fish investigated the Taylor men didn't really care. They basked in the sun and in the pleasure of each other's company. On reaching the spot they spread out the blanket Aunt Bea packed, propped their poles up to dangle the lines in the water, partook of lunch and settled down for the afternoon. Being summer vacation meant school wasn't a topic for discussion on this day but Opie's other activities were. This summer Opie had made a new friend, the son of the county's new auditor, Willie Summerville, and Opie happily recounted all the adventures to two had indulged in. Opie had been showing Willie all the highlights of Mayberry and surrounding area. Opie rambled on for a good forty-five minutes before he said, "And that's when Willie showed meÉ" A pause, "Sorry, I promised I wouldn't tell." "Promises are something you want to keep, son," replied Andy, "Unless someone could be hurt or get into trouble because you kept the secret." "Oh, nothing like that, Pa. I swear. It'sÉ well, just something Willie and me do together." " `Willie and I'" Andy interjected automatically. Then laughing, "Sorry, force of habit that." "Okay, Pa. Willie and I enjoying doing thisÉ whatever, and nobody gets hurt or nothing." Andy didn't correct the grammar this time, "That's okay, son. I understand boys got to have fun and if it is not illegal, then do it." "Illegal? I don't think it's illegal but folks don't talk about it much so, maybeÉ I don't know, Pa." "Well, you tell the old sheriff and he will tell me if it is illegal." Opie laughed, "You are the old sheriff, Pa!" "Well, dang tooting ,you're right about that there. É Still, it is better to know for certain than to be a'guessing." Opie thought about this for a moment before responding, "I guess you're right, Pa. See, Willie and me, I mean Willie and I, went swimming at Miller's Pond without any clothes `cause we forgot our swim suitsÉ" "Nothing illegal about that. Unless you scared the Mr Miller's cows." Opie giggled, "No, we didn't scare the cows or the horses none. É Anyway I noticed Willie's É well, his pecker was bigger than mine and that he had hair around his. He said I had hair around mine too and we started to examine each other's pecker." Opie looked at his dad for signs of disapproval. There were none. "As we examined both our peckers got harder and after awhileÉ" "After awhileÉ it started feeling good and so you did some more examinin'" Andy suggested. "Sure did. How'd you know?" "Son, I figure every guy compares peckers with a friend or two eventually when growing up." "Did you, Pa?" "Sure did. When I was about your age, a buddy and I noticed our peckers were changing when we were skinny dipping, swimming without clothes," Andy explained, "And one thing led to another and soon we were playing with each other." "Wow. And then what, Pa?" "Well, we discovered, by accident, that if we played long enough we got this really great feeling. So we started playing more and more to get that feeling." "You mean it? Willie and I thought we was the only ones." "Oh no, son. Most guys do that. Even when they're by themselves sometimes." "Really? I've been doing that most every night when the lights are out and in the morning before getting out of bed. Is that okay?" "Certainly is, son. Just don't let Aunt Bea find out." "I won't, Pa." "So you like masturbating, too, uh?" "MasturÉ? What?" "Masturbating. Also, called jerking off and spanking the monkey and all sorts of names. Masturbating is the proper name. And most guys do it and those that say they don't are lying." "Do you, Pa?" "Sure do. I like doing it. I don't do it as much as you but I really enjoy it." Part 2 Andy patted the blanket next to him, "Tell you what, let's you and me take off our clothes. you sit here, son, and show me how ya do it." Both Taylor men striped off quickly and Opie clambered next to his dad as close as he could, "Whatcha mean, Pa?" "Well, every man does it different. Does what feels right for him. So you take hold of that purty thing and show me what ya do and I'll show what I do." "Okay, Pa." Opie grasped his rigid 4 and three quarters inch long pecker firmly and demonstrated his technique by sliding his hand up the entire shaft stopping just below the head and then down with his hand resting momentarily on his sparse pubic hair. After a few strokes he asked, "What do you do, Pa?" Andy took hold of his massive member in the middle, "I like this, son," and moved his hand up until it covered the large head which he gave a firm twist smearing the copious pre-cum over the head and down the shaft as his hand traveled back down. "What's that stuff, Pa?" "Why, that's called pre-cum, son," Andy replied, "It helps make your cock slick for when you have sex." He reached out his hand, "Here have a taste." Opie obediently licked his father's calloused hand. "What do you think?" "Mighty fine, Pa. Real good. How come I don't make that?" Andy smiled, "You will, son, you will. Just give it time and I'll bet you make as much as me someday." "Pa, what's `cock'?" "Well, that's a grown-up word for pecker." "An' I heard of `sex' but Willie and me don't really know what that is." Opie confessed. "Well, son, you and me have a lot of learnin' to do today. Let's do things slow. How about you take hold of my cock an' play with it a while?" "Sure, Pa." Opie attempted to wrap his hand around his dad's cock but his hand couldn't reach so with both hands he stroked up and down his dad's massive member making sure to play with the head like his dad did. Andy laid back and moaned with pleasure as his young son played with the cock that made him. After a couple of minutes of that pleasure, Andy reached under Opie's arms and took hold of the latter's cock. His large hand engulfed the little penis and could stroke easily up and down. It was Opie's turn to moan with pleasure. "You an' Willie like playing with each other like this?" "It's good to play with someone's cock, isn't? And to have them play with yours?" "Sure is, Pa." "Want to learn another way of playing with a guy's cock?" "Sure, Pa. What's that?" Andy sat up and gently pushed Opie back so he lay prone on the blanket, "This is called a blowjob." With that Andy covered Opie's pecker with his mouth and began to tongue the small cock. Opie whooped with pleasure, "Wow, Pa! That feels real good!" His pleasure increased as Andy engulfed the whole thing down to those sparse pubes. Andy nibbled along Opie's shaft, licked the head and moved down to kiss the small ball sack below. All of this had Opie bouncing with joy. Andy relished his son's excitement and increased his efforts quickly bringing the boy to climax. Opie pushed his father's head down onto his cock as he exploded. Andy savoured the taste of Opie's thin but amble load. It took a bit of time before Opie could breathe normally. As he waited for his son to recover from his first blowjob, Andy continued to gently suckle on the softening cock. Opie, being young, was soon hardening as his father hoped, "So, son, that was another way of pleasuring someone. Would you like to learn another?" "You bet, Pa! I want to learn everything." "Good. Now for this I'm going to lie on my back and lift up my legs." Part 3 Sheriff Andy lay back and raised his strong muscular legs bringing his knees into his well-developed chest. Opie stared fascinated by his father's exposed ass. "Whatcha doing, Pa?" "Well, son, I'm going to teach you my favourite activity. It's called fucking. Now, you can fuck women too. They have two holes to fill. We'll talk about them another day. But today we're gonna talk about fucking men. As I say it is one of my favourite activities and I want you to learn to be real good at doing this." "Okay, Pa. I'm ready to learn." "Good boy. Now, you see my asshole there?" Opie nodded. "I want you to get a finger real wet with spit and then run that finger over my hole." Opie hesitated, not too sure he wanted to touch a shit hole, but he trusted his dad and since this was Pa's favourite thing to doÉ he followed directions. The little rosette twitched as his finger caressed it. Opie giggled at the sight. Andy sighed. He pushed out and told Opie to push his finger into the hole. The finger slid into the hole. Andy sighed again, more deeply, "That's it, son. Push it all the way in. É Good. Now take it out and taste it." Again Opie hesitated, but trusting his dad, did as told. "TastesÉ kinda good, Pa." "I knew you'd like it. We'll do more about that later. Right now I want you to get two fingers slick with spit and shove them into my hole." Opie did and Andy groaned. "Does that hurt, Pa?" asked a concerned Opie. "Kinda, son, but that is part of the good feeling. When you first get fucked it hurts a lot but that goes away the more you do it. There will always be a little hurt but I like that. Now shove those fingers in and out as hard as you can." Opie followed direction and was soon punching his dad's twitching hole with gusto. "That's great, son! Finger fuck me! I love it!" Opie smiled. He loved giving his dad so much pleasure even if he didn't fully understand the attraction of the activity. Andy reached down and stopped Opie's hand, "Let me taste your fingers, son." Opie offered his hand to Andy. After sucking the fingers clean, Andy exclaimed, "Yeah, love the taste of ass! Now the main event. Shuffle up closer to my ass, son. É That's it. Take hold of your cock. Aim it at my asshole. Now, hard as you can ram your cock up my ass." Opie plunged in full force. Andy growled in pleasure, "That's great, son. Pull out until only the head is inside me and ram in again. É Good, boy! Keep doing that as hard as you can for as long as you can. É Great! Yeah, fuck me. Fuck your old man, Opie. Make me feel good, son!" Opie was a quick study and got into a rhythm that brought almost constant groans and moans of pleasure from Andy. Opie put his hands on his dad's upraised shins and pushed forward until Andy's knees were almost in his ears. This allowed the boy even greater leverage in pounding his dad's upturned ass. It also, unknown to Opie, positioned his dad in such a way that the invading cock was striking the man's prostate with every thrust. Andy was beside himself. He was doubled over getting fucked, his favourite sexual activity; he was getting pounded by his son a favourite fantasy; and his son's cock was hitting that special point in Andy's ass that made getting fucked so much fun. "Fuck me, son! É Drive that fucking cock in me! É Pound my fucking ass hard! É Christ Almighty, I'm cumming!" Opie had never heard his father swear before but it was kind of exciting to be the source of this reaction. He was even more excited to watch his father's huge cock spew forth so much cum. Opie's own cum loads were thin and watery but his dad's was thick and there was so much of it. Andy's cum erupted across his chest some even striking his face. The white goo puddled between Andy's well-formed pecs and between the ridges of his six-pack abdomen. And there was so much of it. Andy scooped up some of the gooey mess and fed it to himself. "Do you want me to stop, Pa?" "No! No, son, you fuck me for as long as you can. Keep doing what you're doing! Please keep fucking me! Long and hard!" Opie attempted to follow his dad's commands but Andy's ass tightened so much around his cock he reached that point when he knew he was going to blow his load, "Pa, I'm going to cum. What should I do, Pa?" "Up my ass! I need to feel you cum in my ass!" And Opie did. He shoved himself as deep as he could and his second load of the afternoon flooded his dad's ass. "That's it, son. I can feel your load. So hot! Creamed by my own son! É Opie, you can slow down now, but don't pull out. Rock back and forth. É That's it. I love you, son." "I love you, too, Pa." Opie replied. He then leaned forward and kissed his father. Not a chaste kiss like in the past but a full on the mouth kiss which Andy returned eagerly. Opie could taste cum on his dad's lips. It was his first taste of cum and he liked it. He broke off the kiss and began licking the cum off his dad's face and then followed the trail of goo down to the chest and abdomen all the while maintaining the gentle fucking motion Andy requested. Opie's quest for cum brought him to his father's cock, which had softened a bit but was still engorged. He pulled the cock upright and licked the head tentatively, lapping at the cum. He stuck his tongue into the slit which brought out yet another moan from Andy. Opie popped the whole head into his mouth and applied a sucking motion he had felt from his father earlier. He slid further down the shaft and bobbed his head up and down, again in imitation of his father's actions on his own cock. Opie loved the taste and smell of this adult cock. He felt his own cock become harder, he increased his pace of fucking. "That's my boy! Fuck me some more, Opie! É Let go of my legs, I want to change position. É Keep fucking while I do this." Andy twisted himself around so he was on his side making sure his son's cock never left his hole. Once settled he instructed Opie to lie down behind him and keep up the fucking both were enjoying. At his age Opie recovered quickly and so was able to fuck his father for a full two more hours, fucking two more loads of cum from Andy. Finally, Opie confessed himself fatigued. Andy smiled and allowed his son to withdraw from the well-fucked hole, he pulled his son up and with his mouth cleaned off Opie's cock. "God, son, getting fucked by you was even better than I imagined. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Andy pulled Opie over and kissed his exhausted son as the latter lay atop him. Opie smiled at his dad, "Pa, can we do this again someday?" "Opie, my boy, we can do this everyday. There is so much more I want to teach you. So much more." Story ideas and suggestions are always welcome. Write to me at gustavrennick at yahoo dot com. 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