Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:01:49 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish and the Debutant 6

Catfish and the Debutant 6
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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Aubrey did not know a photographer named Montclair, but he knew one named
Monty Carey. Montgomery Carey had been an up and coming glamour
photographer decades earlier until Demon Rum got to him. Drinking increased
his libido, and he had been charged for rape. He was found innocent, but he
lost most of his clients and took to making porn and taking candid photos
at parties. His porn career took a hit with the advent of the internet, but
he struggled along somehow. He was good about developing film for other
men, no questions asked, but digital had done that in, too.

Aubrey said his porn operation was named "The No Holds Barred Studio." It
did gay and straight porn for persons with specialized tastes. This
included morbidly obese women and sex between street people. Aubrey knew
one of Cary's clients, Hector.  He liked to pick up derelicts and pay them
$100.00 to see how far they would go sexually.

I wanted to get in the studio and see what was up. Aubrey called Hector and
said he had a down-and-out laborer he would like. I talked with Hector and
he was interested. I had spent the morning in the sooty ruins of the cabana
and I looked the part. He lived nearby and I walked over to see him.

Hector lived in a loft apartment in a warehouse near the river. The man had
asked me to stand in front of a house across the street so they could look
me over. If I was what they wanted, they would ask me in. I said I wanted
twenty bucks for just showing up.  That was okay with him. A man came out
and asked me in. He said his name was Lefty. He was a huge, wrestler type.
Lefty took me into the building and introduced me to Hector. He was perhaps
fifty-five and had been handsome.

I had a strong feeling Lefty was his bodyguard. I told Hector I had some
bad luck and needed some cash bad.

"I'll give you $100.00 if you will get naked and have sex with me in front
of a camera," he said. "Have you had some fun with men before?"

"I've had a blow job," I said.

"Have you given a blow job?" he asked.

"A couple of times," I replied. "It was okay.  I like to fuck."

"Men?"

"As long as the hole is tight I don't give a shit!" I said.  I was not
talkative, but I wanted to give the impression that I was more experienced
than I let on.

"Do you bottom?" Hector asked.

After a long pause I answered, "That might take another hundred, but I
could do it."

"I can do that," he said. "I could also give you $25.00 for each time you
shoot off and $50.00 if you take my load."

"In the mouth or in the ass?" I asked.

"Either is good for me," Hector said. "Lefty likes a trip on the wild side
once and a while too. I'll give you the same fee for taking his sperm."  I
said that was fine for me.  He was pleased. "I have a good photographer who
does a professional job. He's in the next loft.  Are you ready to make some
money?"

I said I was. Things moved along quickly.  I assumed Hector wanted it over
before his actors had a second thought.  Hector made a call to Monty and
asked if he was available for a video. He was free and lived in the unit
behind Hector's loft. Monty was in his sixties and I could tell he
drank. He could have been one of Hector's street people. The studio
consisted of a dirty office and a big, black room with a mock-up of a motel
room.

Hector played the role of an interviewer and asked me questions as Monty
ran the cameras. After three or four minutes, he asked me to strip.

"I get $100.00 for that, right?"  I asked. Hector took out a $100.00 bill
and gave it to me. I stripped.

"You're a fucking gorilla!" Hector said as he saw my pelt. Then he saw my
cock.  His interest in me increased. "Can you get that thing up?" he
asked. Lefty moaned a heartfelt, "Oh baby," off camera.

"I sure can and it still can get hard as a rock," I said.

"Stop everything, I fucking ran out of tape," Monty said.

"Get a new tape, damn it!" Hector exclaimed.

"I have a little credit problem," Monty said, "Can you help me out?"  After
some animated conversation, Hector and Cary left and went to get new
tape. I was alone in the studio with Lefty.

"I guess we can get some coffee in the office," Lefty said. I did not get
dressed. I figured Lefty would like that. He liked the view of my naked
body.  The office coffee pot was broken. He said he would go to a sandwich
shop around the corner.  I said I could use a sandwich.

"You won't run away?" he asked.

"I've got another "$100.00 coming.  That will keep me in clover for a few
weeks," I said. Lefty left and I went looking around in Monty's office.

The A to F file drawer was open and the Belle-Beauregard files took up most
of the drawer. There were many bills to Belle-Beauregard, but the Job file
was also thick. I found a file labeled Jefferson. In it was a bill for
$700.00 marked "paid" and six contact sheets. The photos were bigger than a
conventional contact sheets and I found pictures of Mr. Jefferson with
Tammy. Tammy was spread-eagled with her skirt pulled up and showing
all. Jefferson was on his knees with his tongue sticking out.  The pictures
were not artistic and were not subject to any possible interpretation other
than the obvious. I looked at George's file and found a picture of him with
a cock in his mouth.

The contact sheet had a file number. Monty had left his computer running
and I went hunting for the digital files. I found the files easily and sent
all of his job files to my office.  I then deleted my e-mail from his sent
folder. I had a chance to call my office on my cell and tell them what to
expect. I turned my cell off and hid it in my clothes.  I was sitting back
in a chair when Lefty returned with coffee and a sandwich.

Hector and Monty returned with additional tape and we renewed the
interview. I did not want to do a porn film, but I had just discovered the
raw materials for the blackmail scheme. I had been eager to get the cash
for the porn scene, and I needed to maintain my assumed character. If there
ever was a weak link in a criminal enterprise, Monty was it. He might be
useful. I went ahead with the shoot.

Behind the camera, Monty turned professional. Once he was working, he
stopped being a drunk, and was in control. It was a glorified home movie in
some ways, but he had worked it out carefully. He had two cameras in fixed
positions that did overall views. He had a remote control that adjusted
them for close ups. He controlled a third camera to get into much closer
shots. He had seemed shaky talking with Hector before the shoot. Once he
had a camera in his hand, his hand was steady.

Hector was the star of the show.  He was comfortable being naked and erect.
He had done this sort of movie before and had a plan. Hector was into oral
and he was a top. There was an informal rule in gay porn that the bigger
the cock the better the sales. Hector did not bottom, and my cock in an ass
would improve sales. Luckily, Lefty was a part of the plan. Lefty was my
favorite type of gay man, a size queen. He had no skills as an actor at
all, but he was horny as hell. He was all but mesmerized by a big cock and
was willing to do anything to get it in his ass.

In Hector's usual format, he played a director interviewing potential porn
stars. The filming purported to be of an audition.  Hector had a second set
of videos called the Mystery Man series. In these, Lucky played an
inexperienced innocent who had anonymous sex with a masked fucker.  During
the course of a Mystery Man video, Lefty turned from being a shocked
librarian type to a libertine who craved anal sex. The Mystery Man videos
were popular and sold better and at a higher price than the fake audition
tapes. The mystery man wore a leather mask. That suited me just fine.

In the Mystery Man scenario, Hector played the role of an old friend who
hires a man to cure his best friend of a serious case of virginity. Hector
told me that his pal wanted it bad, but was far too timid to participate in
a sexual act. The plot was not convincing, but that is never a problem in
porn.

Monty's studio had a shower in a corner. I think Monty lived in the studio
and this was his personal shower, but it provided a set. Lefty was taking a
shower and I joined him. Lefty could not act at all, but when I entered the
shower, his cock did his acting for him. Monty's strong suit was close
ups. This was not the Gloria Swanson, "I'm ready for my close-up,
Mr. DeMille," sort of shot. Monty specialized in cocks, and he captured
Lefty's cock as it grew.

I dropped to my knees and sucked on Lefty's tool. It was on the high side
of average and he was already oozing precum by the time my tongue touched
it. The mask was annoying and hot, but my mouth was free and I could deep
throat him easily. Once and a while Lefty would try to add a line of
dialog, such as, "This feels much better than I thought it would, Mystery
Man." That was not successful, but he also moaned a lot and told me to do
it again. That worked.

Lefty then sucked me and his portrayal of a sex-crazed sucker could not
have been more successful. He came close to deep throating me. Hector was
acting as a cheerleader and coach, telling Lefty what to do. I will say
Lefty's acting abilities increased when I had his legs on my shoulders and
my cock at his hole. He was into it.

This is when Monty demonstrated his abilities with up close and personal
photography. I fucked Lefty in every possible position with Monty and
Hector looking for the best shots of my cock and Lefty's ass. The first
trip into his ass took some work.  Hector wanted me to shove it in hard,
but I took my time.

With each successive penetration, it was easier and Lefty enjoyed it more.
He was a master bottom and a full participant. Sometimes he relaxed and he
let my cock glide in.  Other times he was tight and gripped my tool. His
anus was a mouth that almost kissed my cock.  Several times Lefty's ass
stayed open when I pulled out. When that happened, Monty took a shot
looking into his rectum. The second time he took the shot he captured my
cream quivering in his ass. Again, it was not pretty, but you sure knew it
was real fucking, not a staged simulation.

My fears of not being able to maintain an erection[BW1] vanished. I
discovered I was capable of multiple orgasms too. I could have been a
contender in the porn world, were it not for being ugly. Hector mentioned
that my charms were for the specialist, not the public. That was a nice way
to put it.

My cock is impressive rather than pretty but it looked like an oversized
dildo when coated in lube. I was hard as a rock and the lube
glistened. Hector loved that. He knew his audience well. While the video
was not arty, it was most detailed anatomically and it focused on Lefty's
quivering ass. That apparently would be a crowd pleaser too. I did not have
any problem staying hard when necessary and I shot off three times.

Hector and Lefty were unexpectedly nice and considerate. Hector rear-ended
me while I was screwing Lefty. He had a good-sized organ and it fit well. I
do not like surprise attacks from the rear, but it was good and I did not
complain.

Monty was competent when he was behind a camera.  It was as if automatic
pilot took over when he found a camera. He seemed to have a knack for
getting the perfect shot. I shot off when I pulled out of lefty. His hole
was still open and several volleys of my sperm squirted into his
rectum. His anus began to close and my semen splattered against that. I
shoved my cock into him again, planting the seed deeper in his body. Monty
got the shot. He was in rough physical shape and I had a feeling he was not
long for this world. I guessed he was well beyond the point of no return
physically; the damage was done and could not be reversed.

Hector had a fetish for down and out men. They excited him sexually. He
paid them partially because they need the money, but also because it gave
them a good excuse to have sex with a man.  He told me that very few had
any problems with man sex. He helped some get jobs, if that was possible.

Lefty was one of Hector's success stories. He was a former Marine who had
post-traumatic stress syndrome and was gay. Lefty was Hector's bodyguard,
lover and sometimes his protector.

After the video session, I went back to the dorm.  I assumed that since
Belle-Beauregard was out of business, the vandalism would stop. My job was
done; the remaining work was up to the Charleston Police Department. I
called Sally and asked if any more poison pen letters had arrived.  She did
not think so. She told me she had heard some wild stories about
Bell-Beauregard. I told her that I would not go there. She understood. "It
is bad, isn't it?" she asked.

"A lot of people could be hurt with no benefit to anyone," I said.

The next day I met with Tommy Gerard and I told him about the photos and
Monty.  He knew Monty, but said porn wasn't illegal and Monty would be
useless in a court case. "If I asked him to state his name, he could get
confused. I told him I had the raw materials for blackmail, but he did not
want it unless it was necessary.

"We discovered three deaths were related. They were staged accidents. There
were many problem photographs, but two of the deaths occurred before some
of them were taken. "I think the murders were due to greed, not an
infuriated victim," Tommy said. "These were well planned hits, not spur of
the moment things.  A victim would be more likely to kill someone in a
rage, not plan it out in advance."

"Do you have any leads on the murderers?" I asked.

"We do.  A local hit man is associated with a drug smuggling operation
here. We don't know his name, but we know his M.O.  He does accidents and
works for Estevan Morale, a smuggler-drug dealer.  Belle-Beauregard catered
Estevan's daughter's wedding three years ago. That was three months before
the first murder.  We want Belle-Beauregard.  They were paying for the
hit."

Tommy asked me how I got in with Monty and Hector. I told him about the
Mystery Man video.

"I've heard of undercover police work, but that is way under cover," he
remarked.

"To tell you the truth, nothing was covered up at all," I said.

Tommy laughed. "Did you find a contact number or e-mail for
Belle-Beauregard?" he asked. I told him no.

"Is there any chance you could keep thing going with Monty? I was thinking
they might want to keep the blackmail going, long-distance." He looked at
me and added, "That may sound crass. I know you aren't a professional porn
actor."

"I'm not exactly a virgin," I said. "I was afraid I might not be able to do
it on camera."

"Was that a problem?" Tommy asked.

"Not at all," I said.

"None of our undercover people could do that.  If they did and word got out
in the department, life would be hell for them. You are from out of town
and not on the City payroll," he said. "Any chance you could hang around
and do a little more snooping at Monty's studio? I think they might keep in
contact with Monty. If the photos are as incriminating as you say they are
they could be a cash cow."

"I assume they have done well enough," I said.

"Is there any scam artist or blackmailer who has ever had enough?" Tommy
asked.

"You have a point there," I said.  I agreed to spend another week there. I
do not like blackmailers and if there was a chance to get them out of
commission, I was willing to help. Hector wanted to do another video. I was
thinking that my video with Lefty had been interesting. I laughed to
myself. It had been interesting, but it had also been hot and
exciting. Hector told me he had a friend or two who would like to co-star
with me. He also had told me that I could stay with him, if I needed a
crash pad. I told him I would think about it.

I went to Pinkney's office and told him that my job was done. I said I
might be staying around Charleston for a little while to see the city.

I went back to the dorm. It was quiet there. The party season was in
two-week lull. The regular staff was busy with smaller events. Pinkney was
happy to have me there in case something popped up. I was alone in the dorm
except for Mason. I took a shower and Mason joined me.  He had never done
that before.

"My brother said you were fun," he said. "I'm not into redneck sex, but he
said you were worth it," he reached over and fondled my cock.

"All sperm is white," I said. "Is this interest in me curiosity or lust?"
he smiled.

"Is there any difference between a curious and a lusty cock?" he asked. His
cock was rock hard, so we stopped talking. Mason was a leader of men and
ruled the Dorm completely. I knew he topped, but discovered he loved the
bottom, when he was along without an audience. We were along and he wanted
to be dominated.

I am not into role-playing or master-slave fantasies. Luckily, when my cock
is deep in a man's ass, that does enough dominating for most men.  Mason
was tight and it took some work to get in him. He wanted it badly and a
little pain enhanced the sensations. I took him on the grand tour, fucking
him form the rear, side and front. I liked him on his back so I would play
with his impressive tool as I pounded him. He also wanted my special brew
in him and once I shot off, he wanted me to churn it up some.

That evening I went by Hector's place and told him I would take him up on
his offer of a crash pad.

"You know I'm into sex big time," he said. "I have some friends who are
into it even more than I am. Is that a problem?"

"I kind of doubt it," I replied. I moved into his apartment. He cooked a
good dinner for Lefty and me.  After dinner, Monty came over with a
preliminary edit of the movie. A little later two men dropped in. One was
named Harry Holland and the other was called Coon. Holland was a stage
name.  He picked this name from the Holland Tunnel. His ass was commodious
and photogenic. Coon was almost as attractive as I am. He was short, squat,
fat and hairy. He wore a Hawaiian style shirt, unbuttoned. Both men were
retired from mainstream porn, but they were still interested.