Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 06:01:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Does Shakespeare 1

Catfish does Shakespeare

By Bald Hairy Man

This story is intended for adults who are interested in gay stores
involving man to man sex.  If you aren't interested, or are too young to
read the story, Do Not!  This is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  If you have
any comments on the story send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or
bldhrymn@aol.com.


It had been a quiet period at my office.  We had things under control. Most
of our clients were happy and crime had taken a holiday. One afternoon I
got a call from Santa. Several years earlier I had spent a Christmas with
Santa and his elves. There had been storm and air ports were closed, Santa
and his elves asked me to there room and we had screwed our way through the
holiday.  Santa was a well known Shakespearian actor who specialized in
playing Falstaff and other comic roles.

He was in Richmond for a play. "Catfish, we've got a problem," he said. "I
think something bad is going on here."

"Tell me more," I said.

"I'm with the Duke of Richmond's Company.  It's the new Shakespearian
company here. We're doing the second play of our first season.  Did you
read about Queen Lear?"  I had. It had been a all female cast reworking of
King Lear.  It had been daring and original.  "I'm here playing Bottom in a
Midsummer Night's Dream. It's going to be an actual period production with
Elizabethan costumes and an all male cast. Young men will be playing the
female roles. David and Rudy are here playing the fairies.  They're all
going to be played by dwarfs."

"What is the problem?"

"Poison pen letters. Actually they are more like threats," he said.

"Are they that bad?"

"There is something very wrong about them. Maybe a stalker, maybe an
obsessed fan. They are ugly."

"Is there anyone in the play who is famous enough to have a stalker?" I
asked.

"Not even close. That's the problem. It makes no sense at all," Santa
said. "I have a bad feeling about it. Could you look into it?"

I said I''d help.

The next day I went to an old theater on Broad Street that was the
rehearsal hall for the company. Santa greeted me.  It was mostly a young
company, and Santa was the daddy. I met the director, Charlie Smith; he was
35 or so.  We went to the office.  They had several of the letters. Most
poison pen letters are poorly written with many grammatical errors and
spelling problems. These were carefully written and seemed to indicate
intimate knowledge of the victim's lives.

"I think we have a voyeur," I said. "Have there been any incidents?"

"A tire was slashed," Charlie said.  "My partner had a problem with his car
breaks.  A line had been cut. One of our actors was followed. Nothing
happened, but he was scared."

"I can get some guys to watch the area around the theater," I said.

"I think we need someone inside," Santa said.

"There's no question someone on the inside is involved," Charlie said. "I
don't know if it's a spy, or the letter writer himself."

"I have a role for you to play in the production, Catfish," Santa
said. "Are you familiar with a Midsummer Night's Dream?"

"I only know the name," I said

"There is a play with in the play. It's a love story and a fantasy about
fairies and woodland sprites, but there are comic interludes featuring
rustics putting on a play," Santa said.

"Are you thinking no one could be more rustic than me?"

Santa smiled.  "Well the thought did occur to me.  The roles are small
except for mine. I am Bottom the ultimate buffoon. The other roles are
minor and it would give you a good excuse for being here."

"Do I have any lines?"

"Very few," Charlie said. "I was thinking about you playing Tom Snout, a
wall."

"A wall?"

"It's a long story,"

"Does it make any sense?"

"Technically no," Charlie said. "It's a romp.  That why Frederic is
here. It takes a good actor to make it work."

"Frederic? Oh, you mean Santa." I said. Santa turned out to be Frederic
DeVille, a well known actor who pinch hit as Santa if he wasn't working on
a play at Christmas.

"If you were to call me Fred rather than Santa it would be nice, Catfish."

"Maybe you should call me Will. Someone might get the connection to my
security firm," I said.

I joined the Duke of Richmond's Players. They gave me a movie to watch.
That would be an easier way to get into the play than reading it. I got to
like it after the second time. It were three stories that touched
accidentally.  Bottom was funny and over the top. I could see how it would
be fun if it was well acted.

The next day I went to rehearsal. In the morning I went each of the actors'
resumes and photos.  About half of the company had gone to the local
university. Another quarter lived in Richmond, but had been trained
elsewhere.  The remainder were from outside.  Many of these were the dwarfs
who were playing the fairies.

Much of the cast attended the same local university. I would do some
checking on that. I had some connections there. Later when I met the actors
I didn't recognize many of them from their head shots. They all had a good
photographer.

There may have been a few straight men in the group, but there weren't
many. There was a full range of gay types from leather punks to flaming
queens. The dwarfs added an element of fantasy. David and Rudy were there
with several younger dwarfs. They had been Santa's elves when I last saw
them.

Charlie introduced me as a new cast member playing the role of the rough
cast wall. I said a few words, and the cast seemed to think I was in
character as a rustic buffoon. So far so good. I knew the older man playing
Theseus, the Duke of Athens, but he gave no indication he knew me. He was
John Smithers and was the morning weather man on Channel 3.  He had
received one of the letters, so he must have known why I was there.

They did a read through of the first act. All I had to do was read my lines
and act stupid.  That I did admirably. After the reading John came to me
and asked if I'd like a cup of coffee. I said sure, so we went to his
apartment. I was a few blocks away in a loft building. The young guy
playing his future wife in the play came with us, he is name was Lance.

The apartment was new and nice. He got the model apartment when they sold
out the building, Complete with furnishings. John had a cute Cocker Spaniel
named Anchorman and was affable. John was one of those men on television
who seemed to go to all the local events and was well known and well
liked. He was also one of those men who was more photogenic than handsome.

"I take it you are looking into the problem?" he said.

"yes. I'm not sure if it a nasty prank, just a guy with really bad attitude
or something worse," I said.

"Someone must think it's bad if you're involved?"

"It's still more bad vibes than fact," I said.

"Well someone followed me," Lance said. "I live next to the campus." Lance
was in his early 20s and blandly good looking.

"Did you see anything?"

"I caught a glimpse of a man in a long coat," he said. "It was a warm night
and the coat was unnecessary."

"You're sure it was a man?"

"Yes. His walk and stance was masculine.  I've played female roles and seen
women playing men.  This was a man," he explained. John sat next to Lance
and had his arm around his shoulders.  I had met John at a gay party. I had
aways assumed his sexual preference was why he was still the morning
weather man.

"Do you have any problems with former friends?" I asked.

"Lovers you mean?" Lance asked. "Not that I am aware at. I tend to be
faithful as Anchorman here. They leave me, not the other way around."  "Are
you two a couple?" I asked.

Both men laughed. "I think it would be more correct to say we are
recreational outlets," John said. "Plain old friends with benefits."

I smiled.  "That can be good too." I had the feeling they had a
recreational activity planned after I left.

John was a mind reader. "Would you like to join us for some fun?" he
asked. "I'm a bottom and have been trying to develop Lance's top side.  He
is a natural bottom." I must have looked a little uneasy. "By the way,
Lance is a size queen." The three of us adjourned to the bedroom.

Lance was nice enough to be fully erect by the time we had stripped. He had
a thin lollipop style cock. John looked good naked. He was well tanned and
in good shape. He had shaved his body hair, but it was growing back in an
even layer. His cock was shaped like a stumpy butt plug. That John was a
bottom was an understatement. As soon as he was naked he got on the edge of
the bed, hooked his legs with his arms and opened his ass wide.

A second or two later Lance's cock head was in John's ass. Lance looked at
me with fear and trepidation as I stripped. I think I was a lot more hairy
than his usual playmates. When he saw my cock fear turned to lust. I got on
the bed behind John and held his legs open for Lance. My balls dangled in
John's face and John licked them, then he got turned on and went at it. He
shot off easily.

Lance took his time pulling out. My balls were still in John's mouth but I
was nice and hard. "It's going to take a lot of lube to get that in me,"
Lance said.

"Are you getting cold feet?"

Lance smiled. "No, just thinking aloud."

"I o take my time, but there's a point of no return," I said.  Lance had
been slowly stroking his cock as we talked.  Suddenly warm stuff began to
splatter on my body.  He had popped. Lance was as surprised as I was.  I
asked if I could get a rain check, he he readily agreed. I went home.

That evening I got a call from David.  He and the other dwarfs were in an
apartment a few blocks from mine. He asked if I could get come by and renew
old acquaintances.  I said sure and I walked over.

They were staying in an old Art Deco style apartment house on Grove
avenue. Apparently the theater company maintained an unit there for
visiting actors. David and his friend Rudy were very masculine bearded
men. David was blond and blue eyed, his beard was more luxuriant than I
remembered. David had a black beard. David was playing Puck, he had been a
gymnast and was in good shape.  Rudy was going to Oberon, the fairy king.

There were two younger men I didn't know.  Samuel was perhaps 22.  He was
blond and looked younger than his years. He was to play Titania the queen
of the fairies. Tommy was to play Cobweb one of the lesser fairies.

The third floor apartment was nice and well furnished. It was hot. The men
were in varied states of undress. When David answered to the door, he
whispered, "We're all horny as hell.  Is that a problem?" The answer was
definitely no, and I stripped and got to know the men sexually before I
really met them. There was a comical discussion as to exactly what could be
done with my cock. Tommy and Samuel agreed it was pretty, but over scaled.

It was fun. Sex with a dwarf is a novelty, and they knew some men did it
just to say they did it with a dwarf. I had the same problem with my
cock. Some men just wanted to say they could take a cock as big as mine.

I got on the bed and they crawled all over me. David fucked me as Samuel
and Rudy jointly sucked my cock and I sucked Tommy. Tommy had a
comparatively small cock, but full sized balls. He leaked precum from the
second my lips touched his cock. It was a taste treat.

Samuel was effeminate and badly wanted his man hole opened by a big one. He
sat on my cock, using it as a stool. David and Rudy supplied lubricant and
were into poppers. Sam snorted some poppers. His ass opened and a good four
or five inches popped into his ass. He sat there dazed until his friends
lifted him off my cock.

Rudy fucked Samuel and after he shot his load into Sam's ass got Tommy to
screw him too. Once Tommy came, Samuel remounted my cock. He was really
open by then and he got seven inches. I have no desire to hurt anyone, so I
let the dwarf set his own pace. Samuel was bouncing on my cock when he shot
off, Roman Candle style. We all took a break.

They were an affable group and excited about the play. Casting dwarfs as
fairies was common, but Oberon and Titania was unusual. They were always
full size. Since I was new to the cast I asked if there were any members I
should watch out for.

"It's a good group in general," Rudy said. "For some reason some are tense
and on edge. At first I thought it was acting with little people, but I
don't think that's the problem. One of the rustics is a bit odd."

"What do you mean?"

"It's Robert, who's playing Flute," David said. "He whines about not
playing Lysander, the romantic lead. He'd be unattractive even if he didn't
have acne. Not much of an actor either."

"The two female leads have a problem. Bruce and Mark are a pair of flaming
queens who don't like the idea of sharing a kingdom," Samuel said. "They
think the stage isn't big enough for two queens."

"Little do they know a third queen may carry the day," Tommy said looking
directly at Samuel.

"I may be a queen, but I do my part," Samuel said. "I play my role
straight."

"How straight can that be?" David asked.

"Some of us are men playing women because it was a convention of the stage
at that period," Samuel said. "Some times men play women for comic
effect. It's important that I not be comic until I have the big scene with
Bottom."

"Is Lance in the Queen competition?" I asked.

"He's a nice boy," Samuel said. "He's having fun, not trying to undermine
another actor."

"Acting troops seem to be awash in intrigue and rivalries," I observed.

"Actually this is better than most," Rudy said. "Charlie is a thoughtful
director and respectful. I can tell you he's been very good about we little
people. Sometimes we are treated on the level of the trained dogs or animal
acts. He's demanding, but good. I think he's on his way up. Queen Lear was
a success. If this play works, he may move up."

We had a few beers as we talked. My cock was at their mouth's level most of
the time and they all liked to take a passing lick. The men had recharged
after the earlier orgasms. This time we had a hot foursome done mostly for
my benefit. They wanted to get me off. Rudy, who I knew from before took my
entire cock up is ass, he was a good sport and we really got into it.  I
was on my back when he sat on it, but a doggy style interlude really rocked
his boat.

In that position, Davis fucked me again and I got to suck Samuel and
Tommy's meat as I slowly pumped my cock into Rudy's innards. I liked
Tommy's precum. I loved his cream. I shot off as I fucked Rudy and David
deposited his load in my hole. I sat up when David came, with Rudy still
impaled on my cock. Samuel sucked Rudy and took his load.

Rudy had a spectacular orgasm, his whole body twitched and shivered as he
ejaculated. My cock liked that and I pumped a second load into Rudy's
quivering ass.  All in all it was a great success.