Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2009 03:56:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish does Shakespeare 10

Catfish does Shakespeare 10

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.

My career as a Shakespearian Wall was over and I returned to my normal
work. Dean was hot on the trail of my assailant and the murderer of three
people. You would have thought there would be a public outcry about so many
killings, but our victims were short on the requirements for public
outcries.  Not one of them was a young, blond women.  Our only woman victim
had mousy brown hair and was in her later thirties. No one cared about
Emma.

The attack on me had been good luck in one respect. Rapists with a problem
with premature ejaculation were a special breed, and somewhat rare. It also
eliminated all women from our suspect list. Computer's are wonderful
things, and they turned up an additional similar case in Richmond, two in
Madison, Wisconsin and several in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Dean was trying to
connect our Richmond suspects with the mid-western crimes. He noted both
Madison and Ann Arbor were college towns.

While the investigation proceeded, Freddy gave me a call. He was back in
New York and there was going to be a festival of young theater companies in
an Off Broadway theater.  A foundation was sponsoring four companies to do
a week of performances as part of a summer festival. The Duke of Richmond's
Company was selected. The good review in the Washington Post had done the
trick.

This was a dream come true for the actors and production staff.  It was
both recognition and a chance to hit the big time. The other companies were
from Boston, San Francisco and St. Louis, much bigger cities than
Richmond. Freddy wanted me to be there. "You know Skyler's design for your
costume was a masterpiece. It requires your semi naked body to make it
work," Freddy explained. "I know you aren't planning a career in the
theater, but you could help make this thing work."

I wasn't sure I wanted to take two weeks off. "Think of it as a
vacation. Have you been to New York?" he asked.

"Never for more than a day and mostly passing through," I admitted. "It's
hard to get a grip on it."

"I'm a native and will guarantee you will love the place after I've shown
you around," Freddy said with great enthusiasm. "To tell you the truth, I
would like to have you here to keep an eye on things. They haven't captured
the murderer yet. If jealousy is part of the motive, then this trip to
Broadway is like adding salt an open wound."  I said I'd think about it.

The next day Charlie Smith, the director officially made the official
request to I continue in the role. Fifteen minutes later Skyler called. He
was damn close to begging me to go with them to New York. "Let me be
frank," he said, "I've tried the costume on several other guys.  It simply
doesn't work.  I need you."

"Shit, I'm just playing a wall!"

"You are a perfect wall," Skyler exclaimed. "The stars are in alignment for
this production. Most of the people involved are talented and gifted, but
that doesn't mean shit in the theater. Sometimes things just don't click,
or the right people don't see the play, or they see it on a bad night. This
could have been a good production, but it turned into magic. The closest
I've been to Broadway is suburban Philadelphia. 99.9 percent of the theater
people only get to buy tickets on Broadway.  This is our chance."

I decided to play the wall in New York. The next several months were
frantic in Richmond. Most of the actors needed to cover day jobs, or to
arrange for vacation time. The foundation sponsoring the festival paid for
most of the production, but travel, rooms, food and other expenses were
born by the Duke of Richmond's Company. Fund raising was going on behind
the scenes. I called Dean and told him about the production in New York. He
was hard at work on the rape connection, checking on men who had been to
Madison and Ann Arbor.

He also said he would contact the NYPD and warn them about the
situation. He agreed with Freddy. The visit to Broadway might inspire the
murderer. Two weeks later, I went on a weekend trip to New York for
advanced publicity. I went with Charlie, Skyler and John Smithers, our
weatherman.  Freddy and the dwarfs were in New York already.

We went up in a van with some of the costumes. There was to be a photo
shoot and several interviews. The whole thing was rushed, but Skyler told
me one of the four companies originally selected to give performances
pulled out at the last moment and we were substitutes.  A young guy named
Russell met us at the Foundation's headquarters on East 87th street. The
top floor had an apartment for guests. We got the van parked. That was an
adventure. Russell couldn't have been more than 25 or 27 years old, but he
was helpful and eager to please.

The photo shoot was going to be early the next day in Greenwich village.
We would need to get to the studio at 7:00 to be ready by 8:30.  Skyler
thought that was too early. Russell explained the photographer had done a
complete spread on the company which had withdrawn, so it was hard to work
it into his schedule. We went out to dinner in a small restaurant
nearby. The food was good.

We got back to the apartment by 10:00. Russell lived on Long Island so
getting home and then back to the city by 6:00 in the morning wasn't an
easy task.  John suggested he spend the night with us. Russell looked a bit
like John's lover Lance, and I think he may have had plans. John and
Charlie shared the master bedroom that had it's own bath. Skyler and I took
the other and we had a bath down the hall. Russell was on the couch.

I fell asleep right off the bat. When I woke at 5:30, Russell was in bed
with Skyler. I didn't know Skyler was that fast.  Russell was sitting on
Skyler's cock moaning softly. I went over to then and fed russell my cock.
That seemed to push him over the edge.  He shot off . Skyler got up, rolled
him over and made an early morning deposit in Russell's ass.  We all
showered, got in the van and made it to the studio by 7:00. I knew New York
was big, but I was surprised how far away the Village was. I sort of
visualized Central Park, Rockefeller Center and Greenwich village being
within blocks of each other.

Freddy, Rudy and David were waiting for us. The photographer was grumpy,
but warmed up considerably when we got in costume. Actually, he warmed up
when he saw me naked as I got dressed.  Two more photographers, Sal and
Ira, arrived for the shoot. Don, the foundation's photographer, called
them. We were there for three hours.

Don asked if I could stay for additional hour or so.  He said he get me
back to the foundation's headquarters by 4:00, when we had interviews
scheduled. That was fine with me, but I told him they needed to check with
Skyler. My costume was difficult to take off. It was okay with him so the
rest left me with Don and his friends. I heard Don say, "Beleive me takign
the costume off won;t be a problem at all."  Skyler laughed.

Don, Sal and Ira were good photographers and nice guys, but I soon noticed
their interest in me wasn't 100% platonic. My interest in them wasn't that
platonic either. They were all my type. Sal was a beefy, hairy Italian. Ira
was a fireplug of a man.  Don was tall and imposing. He wore boxers and was
imposing that way too.

I wasn't sure how to make the transition from a publicity photo shoot to
sex, but I suspected one of the trio of photographers had some thoughts on
the subject. The photographer and his model is the basis of 50% of the porn
movies made, so I figured something would happen.

During a break, Don came over to me and whispered, "Sal's a little
embarrassed, but he wants to know if size queens bother you?"

"Not particularly," I answered. "It seems to come with the territory." I
looked him in the eye. "Is he the only size queen here?"

Don smiled. "In round numbers you could estimate there are about three in
the studio.  Two of us are lookers. Sal would like more."

"I'm a top."

"Skyler told Sal that," Dan said, "and that's what excites him. Do you have
a problem with pictures?"

"I do. I'm a private investigator and go undercover.  I don't like my face
to be seen."

Don laughed. "It's not your face I'm interested in. Sal likes anatomical
photos. You know closeups and detailed views."

Against my better judgment I agreed. I wasn't sure I would get hard with a
camera present, but that wasn't a problem at all. Sal stripped and naked he
was my kind of man. At 5'-8" he was a muscle man, firm and solid. Curly
black hair covered him from his neck to his toes. Uncut, he possessed
double the skin he needed to sheath his cock. He helped me get out of my
costume and then went for my cock. We sucked and then sixty-nined. Sal
wanted more.

He looked as if he had buns of steel, but where there is a will, there is a
way. Sal wanted my cock bad and was willing put up with some pain. I'm not
into pain, so I used a lot of lube and took my time. Don took pictures and
provided the lube.  Ira gave advice. He had quite a store of knowledge on
how to get an oversized cock into a tight ass.  Sal finally surrendered and
my cock slid deep into his ass.  Sal shivered as I went deep. I liked that
reaction. I hate it when you do all that work and your partner doesn't like
it that much.

I took my time and discovered Sal liked deep, long strokes. I pulled out
all the way several times to lubricate my cock. Each time I did this he was
more open and took my cock more easily. He reaction was better
too. Eventually he zoned out and just went with the flow. He only job was
to moan, twitch and quiver.

Don wasn't straight with me in one respect. He and Ira weren't just
lookers. When Sal finally shot off, I pulled out and rested. I went to the
toilet room to clean up. Ira joined me. He was naked by now.

"I've never been with an uncut man before," he said. Ira almost
whispered. He was shivering a little. I think it was both very uneasy and
very excited. "Does it get kind of messy in there?"

"In the days before regular showers I guess it could be a bit gamy," I
replied. "Some guys like it that way.  I had a few disappointed customers
who were hoping for something really ripe."

Ira watched me clean my cock. I skinned it back and cleaned my head and
then the skin. I assumed Ira was Jewish and was uneasy.

"I've never seen a cock as totally .  .  . gentile as yours," he said.

I smiled. "You can't decide it that's good or bad, can you?"

Ira smiled.  "It would be a lot easier to make a decision if I wasn't so
turned on."

"I'm not sure my cock had a religion, or if it does it's a really ancient
one," I said. Ira finally let his cock do the thinking and dropped to his
knees and sucked me. He got my skin covered head into his mouth, and looked
up. At first, I thought he was looked at me, but I think he was doing a
quick check for lightning bolts.  Lightning didn't strike and he relaxed.

Don and Sal came in the room and joined us.  This time Sal took the
photos. Don was naked now.  He was mostly smooth, but well built and nicely
hung. I sucked Don as Ira sucked me. Don had one of those cocks that
drooped when he was hard. It was perfect for deep throating. Ira shifted
his location and I felt his cock at my ass.  I moved a little to give him
better access.

Ira's cock was mostly a big, flared head on a thin shaft and it felt
great. It rubbed my prostate just the right way.  We switched around a few
time and eventually Ira got a mouthful od gentile man seed served directly
form a foreskin covered cock. We all had a good time.  I had to bet back to
the foundation for the interviews, so I got dressed. They were all good
about schedules.  Don said they'd be sure to get to the performance.

The interviews were good. One critic went after Charlie for using the
dwarfs in a freak show.  Rudy and David took care of that in brisk
fashion. They made it clear they were fully capable of selecting which show
they wanted to perform in and they didn't need a patronizing "protector" to
look after their welfare.

John discussed the advantages of clearly differentiation the three groups
of characters. The elegant courtiers, the rustics and the fairies were all
clearly defined and made the complicated play much more easily
understood. "I'm quite sure Shakespeare would have used Dwarfs, giants and
cute dogs if it served his dramatic purpose," he added.

The next day was available for site seeing. It was a rainy day.  The
Foundation headquarters was a few blocks from the Metropolitan Museum so
Freddy and Rudy took me there. I loved it. There's a big difference between
reading or hearing about something and seeing it in person. The Egyptian
stuff was great, much nice than in the Three Stooges meet the mummy type
movies.  I like the Roman and Greek statues too. I had a great time.

That evening I got a call from Dean. "Tony directed a play in Ann Arbor at
the time of one of the rapes. He was teaching at a school in southern
Wisconsin at the time. Ann Arbor and Madison were an easy drive for him,"
he said.

It's time for a DNA sample," I said.

"Not as easy as you would think," Dean replied. "He seems to be on
sabbatical."

"How in hell did he manage that? He not in an academic job anymore?"

"It seems to be a home made sabbatical. He told his employer he was going
to take a year off and work on writing a play," Dean explained. "Without
pay and without a forwarding address. He's vanished. His ex wife is mad as
shit. Without pay seems to have translated into without child support."

"Has anyone else vanished?"

"The illusive Mr. Fenton has disappeared too. When we questioned him two
months ago, he wasn't helpful.  He had been a undergraduate at the school
Tony taught at," Dean said. "We went to talk with him last week and he was
gone. The landlord said he went back to his poor widowed mother in Iowa.
The widow turned out to be a widower, and he wasn't on talking terms with
his son. I got the impression Fenton had left home with a cloud over his
head."

"What was the nature of the cloud?"

"The Father wouldn't say. I called the local police Chief," Dean
continued. "Fenton was a bit rough with one of the local girls.  It wasn't
particularly clear cut, but his getting out of town wasn't voluntary. He
had a partner in crime who left town with him.  He ended up in Richmond
too.  That is Robert Miller, the guy who played Thisbe in the play."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "He was pretty much an asshole throughout the
production. Where is he?"

"He's left town too, with no forwarding address," Dean said. "He could have
been just a spy or the perpetrator. The Police chief said he was he school
bully."  After we finished the call I gave the information to Charlie. He
knew Robert had left Richmond and had to recast the part.  He knew nothing
of the connection to Tony.

Robert was at very least a spy and possibly more than a spy. He struck me
as a whiner not a doer. It was possible Maurice caught him doing something.
I didn't know if Maurice would have confronted him, or reported back to
Skyler. Perhaps Robert thought Maurice had seen something.

I went to dinner at Freddy's apartment with the rest of the group. Robert's
relationship to Fenton and Tony was a shock to everyone. It did explain how
the poison pen letter writer knew so much about the actors. No one knew
much about Robert.

"He was a pretty common type of person you find coming to auditions,"
Charlie said. "He was born to be a spear carrier, but had dreams of
stardom."

"I thought he suffered the most common problems of his type.  He thought he
should be a star and the roles he had were beneath him," Freddy remarked.
"He wasn't a particularly good spear carrier. Some actors have the ability
to make an impression in a minor role. Robert wasn't willing to do that. He
wasn't bad enough to lose the part, but not good enough to shine. I got my
start doing a first rate grave digger in Hamlet.  I've never played the
Danish Prince, but I made all the way up to Polonius a few times."

"Do you think Tony, Fenton and Robert left because of the New Your run?"
Skyler asked.

"Maybe, but is more likely the Richmond Police were on their trail and they
knew it," I said. "Tony and Fenton knew the police had suspicions.  It
would be a good time to lave town