Date: Sun, 11 May 2014 04:32:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Finds Inner Peace 3

Catfish Finds Inner Peace 3
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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Technically Eddie, Elbert and I were old guys. Our blushing virgin days
were well behind is. As dirty old men, we had a good time. Elbert was an
old fucker who was having a problem getting it up. He had to bottom
now. His hole was not exactly callused from overuse, but he took my cock
like a man.

The ass is a dark and mysterious place.  I've spent a lot of time in asses
and you are always fucking blind. I could tell I hit some new spots in
Elbert's ass. Finding virgin places in an old guy is rare. I was surprised,
but was nowhere near as surprised as Elbert.

He didn't know he was capable of feeling like a teenager on his maiden
voyage. Elbert was a naturally aggressive man, but he turned into a
quivering schoolgirl. Eddie was amused. I think they had shared intimate
moments before and he enjoyed watching. He also gave me a few looks
indicating he was next on my dance card.

The cock is not mysterious at all.  It hangs out there for everyone to
see. In theory, I associate emotion with my brain, or the part of the brain
we mislabel as the heart. From time to time, I have noticed that my cock
finds relationships on its own. My cock was carrying on a meaningful, but
non-verbal conversation with Elbert's rectum.

I suddenly heard my beeper in the next room. I pulled out and
responded. There was a fire in one of the service buildings.

The fire department arrived, as did the local cops. Some of the guest came
out to watch, but I noticed Elbert and his friends were not among them. A
state senator at Hill Top Farm would have been a problem. It was a
volunteer fire department, and they were efficient and fast.  Sammy told
them about the gasoline and they knew what to do.

The Fire Chief was a man named Hal Walker.  He was there as was the Police
Chief, Eugene Banks. You could feel the tension between the men ten yards
away. They did not get along well at all. That is a very rare occurrence in
small towns. Actually it rare in big cities. Usually the police and fire
departments are comrades in arms. Banks was barking orders at the
firefighters. It took fifteen minutes to extinguish the fire.

I watched the operations.  The firefighters obeyed Chief Walker and ignored
Banks. I had been involved in arson cases in the past, and watched a good
many fires. It seemed that Banks' orders were nonsensical.  Of course, he
had no right to order the firefighters to do anything. Banks didn't seemed
to have a sense about how to fight a fire. He actually told some men not to
waste water. He seemed to think letting it burn-out was an option.

One of the yardmen, Humphrey, was a fireman and he said there was gasoline
was in a concrete block shed to the rear. It had a concrete roof and a fire
door. Several patrolmen were there for crowd control, but there wasn't a
crowd.

Banks wanted to start an investigation, but Walker would have none of
that. It was a fire, not a crime. If necessary, the Fire Marshall would
deal with it. Banks was both loud an ineffectual. He had also called the
local newspaper, but the editor told him they did not do garage
fires. Everyone went home by 10:30. Humphrey said he would stay at the farm
and watch for flair ups.

Walking back to my room, Elbert saw me and asked me to come into his
cottage. At the door he whispered, "We have some unfinished business. I was
hoping you might like to finish it." I told him that would be fine.

Wayne, the state senator was in the cabin. "Wayne and I are sharing the
cottage. I told him about you and he was interested," Elbert said. "You
didn't seem to mind being watched."

"That not a problem," I said. "Threesomes can be nice too."

I thought I might have a problem getting in the mood again, but Wayne took
care of that problem.  He was not shy and he liked to suck and to deep
throat.

Elbert was well lubricated and I slipped in easily.  The senator liked the
view up and was most complimentary. The former sheriff speculated as to
whether my cock would fit in Wayne's tight ass.  Wayne said he didn't know,
but he would like to try it.

Elbert had been half-hard most of the time as I fucked him. When the
conversation turned to fucking Wayne, he became fully erect. I began to
pick up the pace of thrusting and Elbert had a beautiful, hands free
orgasm. There was cum everywhere.

"Is it my turn now?" Wayne asked. Elbert was a fat hairy man coated in
sperm.  He was a mess. Wayne was handsome and every silver hair was in
place. He obviously worked out and it looked as if his chest hair was
manscaped.

He was on his back and put his legs on my shoulders. His ass was a pretty
as an ass could be, small and delicate. It did not seem possible my cock
would fit.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked.

"Don't worry Noland, Wayne's a trooper," Elbert said. "Crude, ugly men turn
him on. I've fucked him hundreds of times. He'll love it." Luckily, when
you are rock hard, being called crude and ugly does not bother you.

He was tighter than Elbert and may well have been more responsive. I was
revved up and I shot off in ten minutes.  It was a nice long orgasm and I
filled his ass. I was tired and had to get to my bed, but both the senator
and the sheriff had a smile on their face when I left. Actually, Elbert had
his tongue in Wayne's ass, licking up my sperm as it drooled out.  I
assumed he was smiling.

Elbert and Wayne were he sort of men I had assumed were casually interested
in a trip to the wild side. Elbert was not just cleaning up Wayne's ass; he
was making love to it. They were close.

I woke up in time to make the Tantric class. There were just six men
there. I was tired and Ram used me for a demonstration, fucking me for an
hour or so.  Ram described his feelings and sensations continuously as he
fucked. It was hypnotic.

Humphrey, the yardman I had met the night before, was there and he took a
turn screwing me when Ram was too close to an orgasm. Humphrey looked like
the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, and had a big head on the end of a long
thin shaft. It was good. Humphrey had a poker face and he didn't lose his
erection when he shot off. He squirted his load in me, churned it up and
then turned me over to Ram. He had forceful ejaculations, but never lost
his poker face.

Ram was a cock master and had to know Humphries' sperm lubricated my
ass. Ram did not complain at all. It was clear to me that some semen
improved the non-orgasmic Tantric sex. It was all, deep in my ass and only
the three of us knew. At the end of the class, Ram's cock was dripping
sperm when he pulled out. He too, had a poker face.

Later that morning, I looked at the damaged building with Humphries. The
fire looked worse that it was. I saw the concrete block shed to the rear;
it was completely undamaged.

"The fire department didn't seem to get along with the police. Is there bad
feeling?" I asked Humphries.

"The cops and the firemen get along well," he replied. "It's the fucking
police chief. He wants to run the county and he doesn't know shit."

"Is he stupid or an asshole?"

"I think he's stupid, but you have to peel back the asshole in order to
fine the inner idiot," Humphries said. Humphries looked like a dim light
bulb, but he had a way with obscenity that was imaginative.

"I hope you enjoyed playing in my asshole."

"I don't want you to get a swollen head, but you are a real find, asshole
speaking," he replied. "When I first saw you I thought you were just
another ugly-as-sin coot. You are a real find even without that cock of
yours that belongs in a fucking museum. Damn, it's a beauty. I've been told
it's even prettier when it's shoved in an ass."

"Are you into that?" I asked

"Nope, my ass is big enough as it is. It don't need no stretching
exercises. I do have a buddy who would love it." Humphries said. "Would you
mind making a redneck real happy? My pals is a cop by the way."

"I've been known to help a man in need," I replied.  "Is this a local guy?"

"Yep. He would have been the assistant chief if Bank's hadn't won the
election," Humphries explained. "He's a good, church-going, straight-arrow
except for liking a cock in the ass."

"Everyone needs a hobby," I said.

Humphries smiled and leaned close to me. "He had a good ass, not as good as
yours, but real good. He lives six miles from here. I was planning to drop
in on him tomorrow for some fun. Would you like to meet him?"

"That sounds like fun. Are you positive you want this? I'm a no-strings sex
man, but he is your buddy," I said. 'Some men get carried away when I do
them."

"Would you think I'm a trashy man if I told you I'd like to see that?" he
replied. "I'd like to watch."

The Fire Marshall dove up and began his investigations.  I was there when
he found a cigarette butt. There was no smoking at the Farm and someone had
been cheating.

As I walked away, Elbert called to me and offered me breakfast. The Senator
and Eddie were with him. They ate in their cottage. I asked what was up
with Sheriff Banks. They knew just about everything.

"Eubank is a sad case," Elbert explained. "His folks were nice people; his
dad was a good doctor much loved and respected. Eubank thought you
inherited respect; you did not need to earn it. They sent him off to
school; he had learning problems. When he returned he couldn't seem to find
a job that suited him."

"Eubank ran for the town council and lost. He was shocked and he started
running for just about every office. He became the perennial candidate. He
seemed to think that someday the people would see the light and elect him,"
the Senator said. About three years ago, he got involved with some militia
types and found some money. I don't know where the money came from. He
jumped on every passing bandwagon."

"He finally won an election during a late tropical storm. Half the roads in
the country were blocked by high water and only a quarter of the voters
made it to the poles," the Senator continued.  "He won by a stunning
mandate of three votes. That was Eubank and his mom and dad, although the
charitable didn't believe that old doc Banks would actually vote for his
son."

"Eubank has no legal or law enforcement qualifications or
experience. Luckily he was born knowing everything he would need to know,"
Elbert said. "Most folks think he is a joke, so the lawsuits have been
minimal. He is anti-gay, anti-black. Anti-Mexican. The story is that he is
also anti-Episcopal, Presbyterian and Methodist. Their preachers don't like
him much."

"What does he think about Hill Top Farm?" I asked.

"He doesn't like it but that's because it brings "outsiders" into the
county. The Chamber of Commerce types had a problem with that. If his folks
knew your folks, you are probably okay.  Everyone else is suspect," Elbert
said. We talked a little longer and I went back to my room. I called the
office and asked them to look into Eubank's financial support. Money from
unknown sources always interest me. Why would someone give him money?

New guests began to arrive at noon, so the staff was busy. I could take a
break, since I was the night shift.  Ram came by to talk.

"I enjoyed our connection this morning. I hope it was good for you?" he
asked.

"I was good. It's was good to be so relaxed and excited at the same
time. That was a bit odd, but I could get use to that," I said.

"As you know I have spent my adult life investigating, experiencing and
pondering the mysteries of sex," Ram stated. "I have exclusively devoted
myself man sex. This is due to my personal preference, not due to academic
requirements. I assume your interests are personal and sexual, not
academic."

"That is a safe assumption," I said. Ram burst out laughing.

"You did very well today.  You were relaxed and the men were comfortable
watching you take my cock. I was afraid you might feel over used," he
said. "Does that bother you?"

"Don't worry about that, I am a hearty type. I can take it."

"Do you enjoy it?" Ram asked. "I have a confession to make, my interest in
you isn't Tantric or platonic."

"I did enjoy it and I don't mind a non-platonic cock or ass for that
matter," I said. "I am not sure if sperm is ever platonic. I noticed your
cock was dripping sperm when you pulled out of me."

"I am sorry about that," Ram said. "Did I offend you?"

"Ram, I can't tell you how hard it is to offend me!" I replied. "We're both
experienced men. It was nice that you were so turned on."

Ram's cell phone rang and he had to leave. I figured we would connect
later. I took a nap. When I woke up five hours later, I realized I was more
tired than I had thought. I went to dinner and then to the Renewal Center.

Eddie was there introducing the new guests to the exercise room. Ram liked
early morning classes. Eddie like the afternoons. The new men were beefy,
heavyset men who looked like football players or men who wanted to be
football players.  Eddie was a star and they looked at him in admiration.

Hill Top Farm was a gay resort and I could tell they all hoped he would
play with him. Eddie was an energetic, enthusiastic man. He was cheerful
and upbeat, the sort of man you liked to be with. He was also a good
storyteller and he had a knack of telling stories about his career in the
pros and including your own personal stories. You somehow felt you shared
the same experiences.

Eddie was a big man, bordering on huge and but his genitals were
modest. That was only in comparison to his body. He possessed a nice,
thick, seven-incher and potato sized balls. He was comfortable being naked
in the showers and locker room. He liked the Sauna and the seam room. They
were more private and intimate.

He was modest and reserved in the showers unless a man dropped the
soap. That turned him on. Usually the other men in the shower would gather
around and provide some privacy when he fucked the soap dropper. His cock
was thick and not easy to take. No one seemed to complain. He was always
polite and asked if you wanted his cream.

I discovered Eddie was also a cum-hound. A top man who is also a cum-hound
is rare. Eddie seemed to like a sticky and somewhat sweet snack before
bed. He often went to the steam room and took anyone who was willing.  He
liked cum shot directly in his mouth. I liked that too. It was less to
clean up!

I went to bed after a final cleanup and slept for six hours straight, a
near record. The next day, he Tantric class was a repeat of the
introductory class, but I gave me a chance to meet some of the new men. I
would like to think that my sparkly personality attracts friends, but no
one looked at me until I stripped. Ram made a point of saying it was
acceptable to stare. "We are taught to ignore our cocks and hide them from
view!" he said. "We all know that not only are our genitals a part of our
body, sometimes it's our favorite part." The men laughed.

I had a chance to call into my office.  We used an accounting to check into
financial matters. They made my computer nerds seem like debonair men of
the world. The accountants found Sheriff Banks to be very interesting.

He had to file campaign finance disclosures with the state. Those are just
a list of names and numbers to me.  One of the accountants was interested
in black money and secret slush funds. Banks' list of donors ran up a red
flag for her. Ann said these were big time operators, and it was odd to
have them giving to a small local sheriff race.

None of this was directly evident. Most of the donors was persons who had a
tie to a company that was connected to a holding company associated with a
corporation that was entirely owned by a multi-billionaire.

After the call, I saw Humphrey and went over to him.  We got in his truck
and went to see his cop friend. We drove a few miles and then turned onto a
dirt road. It was much closer to being a trail or a path than a road.  We
came up to a long cabin. Humphrey liked things rustic. He introduced the
man as Troy. Troy looked like an ex-marine. He was tall, muscular and stood
ramrod straight.

We went in the cabin and stripped. It was clear that Troy and Humphrey were
no-nonsense when it came to sex. Troy was my kind of man, but I suspected I
was not his idea of a dreamboat. Thank god, gay men like cocks and mine
came to my rescue. Troy was a size queen.

He dropped to his knees and took my uncut cock in his mouth. He was
genuinely enthusiastic and skilled.

Troy and I went to school together and we've been messing around for a
right long time," Humphrey explained. "I'm more adventurous that he is,
with him being a cop and all that. I get around some and try things with
other guys.  Almost everything we've tried has been successful. You are the
first guy I've ever brought back with me. Describing your cock doesn't do
justice to it." He dropped to his knees and joined Troy at my cock.

Eventually we went to the bed. Humphrey fucked Troy first; he wanted to
open him up for my cock. Humphries was good, and Troy was responsive. When
I took my turn, Humphrey had been nice enough to lubricate Troy's with his
semen. Troy was juicy.

I took my time; Troy was both very nervous and excited.  He was muscular
and had buns of steel. He was willing and I finally worked my cock in deep
enough to rub his prostate. I had just touched the prostate when he
surrendered and so I slid in deep.

Troy let out a guttural growl, and his eyes crossed. Once he was open, he
was wide open and welcoming. He did not talk; he growled. Luckily, he was
able to express affection with his rectum. It loved my cock. I took a few
breaks to change positions and to give Humphrey a chance to drain his balls
into his pal's behind. Humphrey never expressed any emotion, but there was
always new supply of new warm and slippery man seed to ease my way into his
lover's ass. They were both non-verbal types and seemed to express emotion
in cock and sperm.

It was a cooperative effort between Humphrey and me. We both enjoyed it,
but perhaps not as much as Troy. He was in a sexual trance most of the
time. I had a spectacular orgasm in his ass and he shot off in
response. Humphrey was there, taking his cream.

We had a good, post orgasmic buzz and we talked. I found out some
interesting information about Sheriff Banks.