Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2004 19:33:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grizzlies and Geezers 15

Grizzlies and Geezers

Part 15

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have
included no gestures toward common sense either.  These are all new
stories.  Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.

Things calmed down after that.  Everyone's cum had been redistributed and
there was none left for further activity, except for Earnest and Catfish.
They were like insatiable Energizer Bunnies. A man's cock is the gift that
keeps on giving and both Earnest and Catfish were giving guys.

The next few days were not too good for me.  I had gone in for a new
treatment and it left me dizzy.  Some experiments work and some don't.
This was very much a don't.  My Doctor's figured out want was wrong.  I
actually helped them when I guessed it was a drug interaction.  I have a
strong background in chemistry and I suspected it was an unexpected
reaction.

Getting sick wasn't good, and my doctor's were worried I wasn't up to it.
When the world was spinning out of control, I wasn't too sure myself.  When
everything settled down, I was proud my mind was still working.  I seemed
to have a harder time with small, day to day activities that I did with
high-powered biology.  I felt good about that.

This event was followed by an outbreak of the flue at the hospital.  There
was no way my doctors would let me get near that, so I did my class through
the computer.  Mt reading was fine, but typing replies was none too good.
Fortunately Elmer and Mark were willing to help with that when they could.
Wally also pitched in, by either typing himself or finding someone who
could.

I was in a pinch late in the week.  Papers needed a critique by me and
everyone was busy.  Wayland came to the rescue and sent his son, Jimmy
over.  Jimmy had been an English major and was good on the computer.  It
was uneasy at first, but once he got into it, Jimmy was good.  He had no
scientific background at all.  He wasn't even curious about it.

After a few hours, he began to get the hang of it.  He didn't understand,
but he did begin to see what my students were trying to do.  I think Jimmy
was one of those right-to-lifers whose interest in life ended at birth.
All my students were working on projects trying to correct physical
problems associated with birth defects or major disease.

Jimmy had simply accepted these things as "gods' will."  One of my
students, Elizabeth Richardson, was looking for a way to turn off the palsy
in Cerebral Palsy.  She was trying to get the brain to regain control of
bodily movements.

"There's no way you could do that!" he protested.  "It's foolish to think
you can do that."  "Elizabeth is no fool.  She knows what the odds are and
she knows there's not much chance she will be the one to find a cure or
treatment." I said.  "She's willing to devote her entire professional life
to the search.  She wants to help.  If she even makes a half step forward,
it will be a great achievement."

"She'll be really famous if she finds it," Jimmy said.

"She doesn't give a shit about fame.  Her younger brother had the disease,"
I explained.  "He died when she was 14 and she had an IQ high enough to be
able to dream of a cure."

"She's that smart?"

"That's only part of it.  She isn't scared of the word incurable," I said.
"She was telling me that the word incurable is time dependant.  What was
incurable in 1860 was curable in 1900.  Polio was incurable in 1940.
Things are only incurable if you accept them as such.  She doesn't.  I
don't."

"Well, it's really unlikely you'll find the cure."

"What chance is there you'll find a cure if you don't look?" I replied.
Wayland brought us lunch and we took some time off.  After we ate, Jimmy
had a much better attitude.  He asked some questions and I explained what I
was talking about.  There was a lot to do, so I could do as much explaining
as I would have liked to.  I was surprised when he offered to come back the
next day to help.  Elmer was going to help, but his typing skills weren't
that good.  He would enjoy some time off.

I came to understand Jimmy as we talked.  He wanted to be successful and to
be admired, but he wanted the success to be sure fire.  The idea that the
way to brilliant success is often paved with a string of failures was
foreign to him.  He also wanted it to be easy.  That might have been part
of his interest in fundamentalist religion.  You could claim to be saved a
good Christian, but there is no empirical test.  If gave him a way to feel
superior to persons of true achievement.

I was trying to ease him away from this sad approach to life when Jimmy met
Earnest.  Earnest dropped off some materials from the University.  It was
dinner time, so they went out to get a bite.  A few days later I got a
report about the dinner from Wayland.  The Dinner had been oddly
successful.

In the match up with the brilliant dwarf, poor Jimmy was out classed.
Earnest had no tolerance for fools.  Jimmy was a poor judge of character
and had tried to intimidate Earnest.  Being raised in Wilson's Hollow gave
Earnest time to hone his skills dealing with big red necks.  He blew Jimmy
from the water.  Jimmy had come home steaming.  Later that night he called
Earnest and apologized.  Wayland said it was a real apology, not pro forma
one.

They had dinner again a few days later and Jimmy finally recognized he was
dealing with a person who was both brighter than he and more driven.
Wayland though his son was finally understanding the difference between
real people working on real problems and talkers.

Larry was also going to be back in town on Friday.  He wanted to talk to
Catfish, but was a bit uneasy about talking on the phone.

"Is it that bad?" I asked.  "That sounds like real cloak and dagger stuff."

"Probably not, but Larry's had some odd things happening on the phone."
Wayland said.  "He had been on a trip to the Soviet Union in a trade
delegation many years ago.  Something happened which made him suspicious."

"In the Soviet Union or in Virginia?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, both." Wayland answered.  "Do you mind if we have another
dinner at your house?  He'd prefer for the meeting to be `accidental'."

"No problem for me, I'll check with Elmer and Mark."

"Too late, I already did," Wayland admitted.  "I check with the senior
staff before to take to the boss man."

I laughed.  "That's probably a good idea."  That weekend Elmer was off, so
it was just Mark and Mark in the house.  Catfish was bringing two other men
with him , Freddy Williams, who was an accountant and an undercover
operative named Lamont.  Larry and Wayland arrived promptly at six.

Freddy was a bland, big guy who had worked for the police and earned a
degree in accounting.  Lamont looked like a used car salesman.  He was the
least likely man I had ever seen to be an undercover operative.  He as
loud, brash, impulsive and dressed in polyester.  It took a while for me to
realize it was all an act.

It was soon clear Freddy was a computer wiz too.  He had been looking into
the corporate ownership of the businesses Larry thought were suspect.
Freddy was well connected and had access to private information.  The real
ownership of the problem companies was well concealed and consisted of the
Governor's Chief of Staff' brother and the Gov.'s campaign manager's
father-in-law.  There were others involved, but Freddy hadn't been able to
find the relationship to the governor.

"I'm sure there is more to it, but it may take a while to figure out,"
Freddy said.  "There's no indication of illegal activity yet, but there's
smoke everywhere.  They went to quite a bit of trouble to hide the
ownership.  There no reason to do that if everything is on the up and up."

Freddy and Larry got into some quite technical discussions of property
ownership and governmental contracting.  Freddy had found out some things,
but he also asked the right questions.  Larry was impressed.  The two men
hit it off well.  By the end of dinner it was as if we were all old
friends.

Lamont wasn't involved in the case yet.  He was going to get into it when
they found the right person or place.  He was trying to feel out the lay of
the land.  Lamont had been working on a stolen car ring and came to dinner
in his used car salesman's persona.  He shifted his personality to being
more of wheeler-dealer type as we talked.  I could sense him turning into
someone who would be appealing to the Governor's cronies.

Lamont was trained as an actor, but since there was no shortage of waiters
in town, he hooked up somehow with Catfish.  We had far more in common than
I would have guessed as I attended concerts and plays regularly and we had
seen many of the same performances.

Lamont and I also talked about the paintings on the wall.  He knew most of
the artists and appreciated the works.  Lou had been the art collector and
it was clear Lamont shared the same tastes.  It was a pleasant evening, but
I went to bed early.  I was bushed.

The next morning I woke rested and feeling good.  It was Saturday and there
was nothing on my schedule.  Both Mark and Elmer went out on personal
chores.  It was nice to be alone in my house.  Around ten the doorbell
rang.  It was Lamont.  He had lost a key and he was hoping it was somewhere
in the house.

Lamont had changed his appearance and was dressed in a flannel shirt and
jeans.  He looked like a rugged construction worker.  I commented on his
transformation. "I hate it when it's that obvious," he said.  "My strong
suit as an actor was looking the part."

"And your weak suit?" I asked.

"Remembering my lines," he said.  We both laughed.  "I'm really good at
ad-libbing and at improv.  Strangely, most playwrights don't seem to like
that in their actors.  It's really good if you're a private dick."

We looked under the sofa and took out the cushions to see if it had slipped
behind.  He rather sheepishly told me it might be in Elmer's room.  I
laughed and we went there.  Much to my surprise it was on the floor in the
corner where he had put his clothes when playing with Elmer.

"A mystery solved!" I said.  "By the way, Lamont, which of your
personalities is the real one?"

"To tell you the truth, I'm a bit confused about that my self, but I think
the flannel shirt is closer to being me than the polyester sport's coat."

"That's a relief," I said.  "The sport's coat would have been hard to live
with.  I don't think it would have bother Elmer though."

Lamont let out a belly laugh.  "Elmer asked me where I got the nice
threads!" he said.  "He's a nice guy, but I don't know about a man who's
still pining for polyester leisure suits."  He looked me over.  "I like
guys in terry cloth robes, though."  I hadn't dressed yet and was still in
my bath robe.

"Is that a come on?" I asked.

"If you want it to be, it's a come on," Lamont answered.  "If you're
insulted, it was just a comment about the robe you're wearing." I wasn't
sure want to do.  Fate intervened.  My robe fell open.  I was nude and
Lamont was sucking my cock before I had a chance to tie the belt again.

Lamont was a first rate cock sucker.  I was surprised he was interested,
but after a second or two of him sucking, I wasn't complaining.  We ended
up in my bedroom.  Lamont was better looking naked than dressed.  He had
average good looks, not handsome, not ugly.  His body was muscular and
toned.  He wasn't a bodybuilder, but he obviously worked out.  He was
blond, with soft wavy hair on his chest, a treasure trail and a thick bush.

Lamont had a nice cock, cut, with a flared mushroom head.  It struck me as
average until I sucked it. He had the most responsive cock I had ever
encountered.  I like cocks.  They excite me, but Lamont's oozed, twitched
or shivered with my every movement.  I had never felt as appreciated and
skilled.  It was great for a middle-aged guy.

I fucked him and then he fucked me.  For a moment I was concerned that he
was an actor and he might be faking it.  You can't fake precum and Lamont
was the Niagra Falls of man ooze.  Everything was good.

With Catfish and Mark I had been slipping into the size-queen mode.  Lamont
brought me back to an admiration of moderation.  I think it was his deeply
flared cock head that did the trick for me.  We traded places a few times
before we wore each other out.  I had shot off twice in Lamont's ass.

"Damn, you turn me on," Lamont said.

"Are you into Daddies?  Bears?"

"Not until last night," he replied.  "It caught be by surprise."

"Not as much as it surprised me!"

"Sorry about that, I got carried away," Lamont said.  "I'm usually a bit
more sophisticated than sucking a cock as soon as I see it."  He leaned
over and began sucking my cock again.  Mark returned and looked in my
bedroom.

"I see you've met." Mark observed.

"That's one way to put it," Lamont said as he briefly looked up from his
sucking duties.  Mark took his clothes off and got on the bed with us.  A
few seconds later Elmer appeared.

"Damn, you started the party and didn't even wait for me!" he said as he
stripped.  I had pivoted so I could suck Lamont again.  While we 69ed,
Elmer slipped his cock into Lamont's ass and Mark popped into my cum filled
hole.

Mark slowly massaged my ass with his monster.  It was slow and casual.  I
think Elmer was doing the same to Lamont.  Lamont was oozing precum every
time Elmer when deep and I responded the same way to Mark's slow thrusts.
At some point I lost track of who was doing what to whom.

Somehow the four of us turned into a single sexual body.  I could feel
Lamont's excitement.  Mark's cock was a part of me, as was Lamont's oozing
member.  We were all in a sexual trance, simulating and being stimulated.
I came out of it when I tasted Lamont's thick seed and felt Mark twitch as
he shot his load into my ass.  I was shooting too, but I couldn't tell if
it was in response to Mark's fucking or Lamont's sucking.  I fell asleep.