Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2014 08:55:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish finds Inner Peace 5

Catfish Finds Inner Peace 5
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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Everyone was relaxed and happy by the time we left Ram's session. Most of
the men had never been both relaxed and sexually stimulated, some were
dazed. Buster and I were almost engaged by the time I pulled out.  Several
men were shocked that they let themselves be fucked and that they had
enjoyed it so much.

All seemed to be at ease with the openness of the sexual connections. I had
the feeling that Eddie would enjoy the group later in the day.

That afternoon the Farm had a nature walk for the members. This was part of
Ram's efforts to be a peace with nature. This gave the staff some off time,
and several repairmen came to fix the little things that go wrong. Buck had
twisted his ankle and did not go on the walk.

I had no janitorial duties, but I was helping the yardmen cleanup an old
tree that had lost a branch. My pruning skills were superior to
theirs. Buck hobbled over to me.

"You might tell someone that there is something strange going on with the
telephone-computer repairmen," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if they are doing what they say they are doing, they are
overcharging. They are taking an hour to do a ten minute job. They are also
adding equipment that has nothing to do with what they say they are doing,"
he said.

"Like what?"

"There are boxes for mini-cams and video transmission equipment," Buck
said. "I think they are bugging the place."

I went to see the manager. He was shocked. The men were not the regular
installers who had said they were too busy. I called my own people and two
of my technicians were at Hill Top that evening. The next morning the
manager announced there had been an electrical problem and the wireless
system and shorted out. My people, Oscar and Rocky, are top notch and they
had suitably devious minds well suited for finding bugs and cams.

The bugging equipment was sophisticated and expensive.  It was also easy to
disable. Oscar was a software man and Rocky was into equipment. They were
partial to what they called the double-whammy. They disabled both the
hardware and software, but added false clues that would leave anyone trying
to fix it spending days in useless repairs.  Oscar added a little program
that would install a virus on the computer used by a person trying to hack
into our system. A day later, the County Sheriff's computers went down. In
my business we call that a clue.

You could tell Rocky was a computer whiz a mile away. He was thin, with
unkempt facial hair and glazed eyes. Oscar was a muscle bear. He said
almost nothing. Rocky talked non-stop. He had a deep-seated hatred of
snoops and hackers, and he had a well thought out story as to what happened
to the system. It was entirely wrong, but it was intended to reassure the
people that installed it that the spy cams were undiscovered and that it
was a freak accident.

Oscar and Rocky were a couple and they bunked with me. Jameson came by my
room looking for love.  He liked Oscar a lot. You had to take both men if
you wanted one, and that didn't bother Jameson at all. I came back to my
room and found them playing. They had already discovered that Jameson was
an insatiable bottom. They also discovered there was room for two cocks in
his ass. Of course, I joined in. I had never played with Oscar and Rocky
before.

Oscar had a fireplug style cock; Rocky had a long snake. While they had
stretched Jameson wide, he was still smiling. There was another surprise. I
replaced the duo after Oscar shot off. Jameson moaned as I entered him. It
was easy since they had lubricated him well. Rocky noticed that Oscar's
cock was as thick as mine was, but it was a bit shorter.  He worked his
snake in and there was room. Jameson went crazy.  Rocky was a vigorous
fucker. I stayed still as he worked on Jameson's prostate and my cock. It
was as if I was being jacked off in the tight confines of an ass.

I pulled out, flipped Jameson and reentered. This time I worked his
prostate as Rocky used his cock to stimulate my organ. Jameson was the
first to shoot off and his ass contractions pulled my trigger. Rocky liked
the feel of my semen spurting against his cock. He popped too. We pulled
out and Jameson wallowed in the cum induced euphoria.

Jameson had to leave. "Wendell has a meeting in town with a local big wig
and his pal Loving. It's a big to do," he said.

"How big is big?" I asked.

"I don't really know," Jameson confessed. "Everything is big for
Wendell. He's a bit bombastic; nothing is small or minor.  That just is the
way he is. He could be plotting to rule the world, or he could be thinking
about a new haircut."

"How do you deal with that?" Rocky asked.

"I just go with the flow and never act surprised," he replied as he left. I
went off and found Humphrey and told him there was something going on with
the Sheriff.  I thought Troy might like to know.  He made a call and I went
to work.

The daytime man who cleaned the Renewal center seemed to think his hours
were optional and had odd ideas as to what constituted clean. He was young,
pretty and popular with the guests. I filled in the gaps. As a janitor, I
faded into the woodwork. That suited my purposes. The men remembered me
from the Tantric sessions, but when my cock was hidden, they forgot I was
there.

I knew most of the men who attended Ram's Tantric events and Eddie's
exercise classes. I did not know a third group. Eddie called them the room
service crowd. They spent most of the time in their cabins and had most of
their food and sex delivered.  They were either public figures, men who
though they were public figures and others who were so deep in the closet,
they were afraid to be seen as gay by other gay men.

I was finishing cleaning the showers when Buck came over to me. "Do you
have any time off this afternoon? I have a pal who would like to meet you,"
he said.

I'll be finished here in another five minutes," I replied. "What is the
plan?"

"I told him about you fucking. He's real shy, but it excited him," Buck
said.

"He wants to bottom?"

Buck leaned close to me. "He wants to watch. I was thinking I might like to
try it out," he whispered.  "You're big, but that kind of turns me on."

"You're a nice guy.  I wouldn't want to hurt you," I said.

"I'm a big boy," Buck replied. "There is one other thing. I see the cams
are still here."

"Don't worry, they don't work anymore. Somehow something broke in them," I
said.

"All of them?" he asked. I nodded. "What is going on here? You're not just
a janitor."

"I'm not sure what's going on, but it's under control," I said.

"This guy who wants to watch is a big time real estate agent in the next
county. He is making huge bucks on sales here. There is big money
involved. I asked him if the feds were expanding parklands. It private
money," he said. "The farm is a big parcel." That bit of information would
require a call to my office later.

I completed cleaning the shower room and went with Buck to one of the guest
cabins.

Buck introduced me to his friend, William, and William then introduced me
to his friend, Wellford. William was a handsome sixty-year-old man,
perfectly groomed and dressed. Wellford was my size and didn't have a hair
in place. He was a mess. William had lost his partner of thirty years six
months earlier. Wellford was a childhood friend who was trying to get him
active again.

Wellford was not shy. "Buck was telling us about your Tantric
classes. Willy and I have never done anal, and Buck said you had a knack."

"Did he mention I have a big cock too?" I asked.

Wellford smiled. "He may have mentioned that. I'd be lying if I said we
weren't interested. Buck said you were good and enjoyed it a lot. I'd love
to see a demonstration."

"I have no problem giving a nice educational demonstration, but I have one
rule. It is educational, but it is intimate too. I like everyone to be
naked. We are all men, and I like to see if you understand my lessons," I
said. Wellford looked at William and William nodded.

Wellford began to unbutton his shirt. I liked that, he was ready to
go. William was toned and well-tanned. Buck and Wellford were both half
hard. William's eyes were fixed on Buck's cock. When I dropped my shorts
William glanced and said, "Damn!" I caught his attention.

Buck was a laid-back man but he was ready. If anyone is excited, I seem to
catch the excitement. Wellford was downright enthusiastic, rock hard and
drooling. William was less so, but he was getting harder.

I used Ram's techniques to relax Buck's anus, and lubricated hiss hole
well. William and Wellford stood back. "Why don't you boys get closer? We
are just men having some fun. We are not doing anything bad or dirty. When
I was a kid, I though a cock was just a drain. It was a good day when I
discovered it was a tool for pleasure," I said. "I'm not shy. Buck may be a
little shy, but that will vanish when I'm in him. He will have bigger
things to deal with." They came closer.

My cock was at Buck' hole and I was gently pushing. "I'm not fucking; I'm
just introducing my cock to Buck's ass. I want them to be friends," I
said. "Are you okay, Buck?"

"I'm fine, it feels good," Buck said. I continued my slow assault on his
ass. By then William was fully erect and looking good.

"Wellford is real excited. Would you mind if he helped out some?" I asked.

"That's fine with me," Buck replied.

"I'm afraid I will shoot off," Wellford whispered.

"A little extra lube isn't a problem," I said. Wellford noised his cock
head into Buck's hole. Wellford's tool was thin, with a strawberry sized
knob. "Take it easy. We are all friends having a good time. There is no
need to rush," I said. William was excited too.  I was going to offer him a
turn in Buck's hole too, but I didn't want to rush him.

Wellford began to shiver and shake.  Buck moaned as Wellford's cream
spurted against his hole. Wellford pulled out and went to shower. I stepped
up to the plate and pushed the cream deeper into his body. He winced a
little when I stretched his sphincter, but then he let out a deep growl as
my organ filled him. William moaned too.

"We've done all the hard work, it's time to enjoy it," I said. I made slow,
deep thrusts and Buck continued to growl.

"I can't believe we are watching this," William said. "It's so personal, so
intimate."

"It is hard for men to share, but it's wonderful when you can be completely
naked. You cannot hide anything, but most men would be lucky if they could
feel what we are feeling now. We are taught to hold back and hide our
feelings.  That is good sometimes, but not during sex."

"I can't believe Buck can take it," William muttered.

"If you want it badly enough, you can usually take it," I said. Wellford
returned form showering. He was still erect.

"Buck I need to pull out. I don't want to shoot off yet. Would you mind if
Wellford or William give it a try?" I asked.  Buck smiled. I motioned to
Wellford to get closer.

"Ease it in Wellford. Take your time. Buck is nice and open, just slip it
in," I said. He was a little timid so I guided his cock into Buck's
hole. His knob vanished into the hole.

"Buck didn't fight you at all, did he? He likes it," I said. "Push in
deeper." Wellford moaned as he pushed deeper.

"I'm going to shoot again," he cried.

"Buck likes to fuck too. He knows what it feels like. He knows you can't
always hold it in. he will understand," I said. Wellford pulled out and I
replaced him. Buck liked that. I provided more intense sensations than
Wellford, but it had been good to have a break.

Eventually, William joined in and his trip into Buck's ass was a complete
success. All four of us got into it. When Buck got tired, I took his place
and let them hone their fucking skills in my ass.  The three of them loved
that. We were relaxed by then and we talked. William was riding high. Rural
Virginia is not a goldmine for real estate agents. He had done as well as
you can, but the sudden outbreak of activity was good for him.

"Are they local people who just won the lottery?" I asked.

"No, most of the locals would buy a new double wide after the bought a
fully loaded Dodge truck if they won thelottery," William replied. "These
guys are out of state and most is being bought by middle men. I assume they
are planning a major development here, perhaps a resort. I don't know that
much, but as long as the checks don't bounce, I don't need to know!"

Our little party broke up I went back to my room to make some calls. Rocky
and Oscar were getting ready to leave so I told them of my suspicions. They
would tell the office. I asked if there was a chance of reactivating the
spy equipment.

"There is a chance, but I installed a program so we can monitor the system
back at the office. If there is any funny business, we will know," Rocky
said.

"Is there a chance they could circumvent your program?" I asked.

"Of course there is a chance," Oscar said, "but this is our own little
invention. It is not off the shelf stuff and it had a built in early
warning feature. It will divert an intruder to a site in India we call
malware central. That will screw them over."

I had a quiet night and had time to think. I couldn't tell if this was a
white supremacist homeland thing or a real estate swindle. I also could not
figure out Hill Top Farm's role in the scheme. I wondered if the Farm was a
sideshow. Was this just the Sheriff's obsession, a desire to collect on a
fantasy relationship to the Farm's builders? There was a possibility that
he was free-lancing.  He may have been a tool in a bigger swindle, but he
might not be smart enough to know that.

I went to the early Tantric class the next morning. Buck, Wellford, Buster,
Jameson and some other men were there. Ram talked about extending the
sexual high.  While the objective was to delay the orgasm, he wanted
everyone to think of sex as anal massage.

Wellford asked if the size of a cock might make it too intense.  He was
looking at me as he asked the question. Several men laughed. Ram took the
question seriously. Wellford said his hole was nearly virgin and his
experiments with it had been problematic.

"Would you allow me to open you up?" Ram asked. "If there are other men
here who have the same problem, I would be glad to work with you."  A man I
did not know named Fed came forward. The group divided into pairs. I was
with Fred, and Jameson was with Butch next to me.

Butch was a big bruiser of a man and he was going to top. Jameson looked
happy at the prospect. Fred had been to the other sessions, but he was shy
had held back. He came to me, and I guessed he was a shy and timid size
queen. Wellford was with Ram.

Fred was nervous. "If you want me in your ass, I can get in," I
said. "Everyone one here is into it big time. They all want cock and they
all hope they will spend some time on the moon. They hope a cock will hit
the perfect spot." I began lubricating his ass. He jumped when I touched
his ass but he relaxed when he realized I was careful and gentle. His hole
looked small, but I knew that didn't mean much.

"I'm not going in any further than you want," I said. "You need to let me
in; I'm not going to force my way into you.  I'm on your schedule, so take
your time."

"What if I can't do it?" he asked.

"That is not a problem. It's your ass," I said. By this time, I had two
fingers stretching his sphincter and was hunting for his prostate. "You are
nice and tight."

"Is that a problem?" Fred asked.

"Not for me. I like a tight grip on my cock." I said.  For some reason, I
had a good feeling about Fred. I thought he would let me in and that he
would enjoy it. I was right about most of that. He didn't enjoy it; he
loved it. He was one of those men who were born lacking an important organ.
That organ was my cock deeply wedged into his ass. His ass was almost
prehensile and he could grip and massage my organ.

It was very intense and then we calmed down to a nice walk in the park type
fucking. Next to us, Buster was deep dicking Jameson, and Jameson was
talking. Jameson was a nice guy but he liked to talk and try to impress
people. Buster wasn't listening, but Jameson didn't seem to notice.

"We had lunch with Mr. Loving. That man is so rich he was almost sweating
hundred-dollar bills. He wants Wendell to invest in his company, the plan
is to buy up a few counties in Virginia and West Virginia and make a place
that white men can live in peace," Jameson explained.

I wondered if Buster had a truth serum mixed in with his precum. Buster
wasn't the intellectual type, and I look like Chimp.  Jameson must have
thought it was okay to spill the beans. He talked freely about Loving's
wealth and his plans. I noticed that Loving's plans were grandiose, but
that Wendell's money was to play an important role in those plans.

Fred's rectum was all but shrink wrapped to my cock by then. It was
sexually exciting for both of us. As I listened into to Jameson's
conversation, my cock bonded with Fred. I pulled out and switched with
Buster. Buster was a man's man and Fred was willing to take him.

Jameson re-energized as my cock entered his ass.  He had been running out
of chatter, but my cock must have recharged him. Buster had released his
sperm in Jameson's ass and it was smooth as silk.  Buster was a cool
customer and he did not react during his orgasm.  He maintained the
illusion of Tantric restraint. Ram was playing Wellford like a violin.

After forty-five minutes, the Tantric class had become of group of happy,
sexually connected men. Wellford was taking everyone who wanted to fuck him
and Ram was giving Buster's prostate a work out. By the end of the session,
everyone had connected with other men either as a top, bottom or both.

Jameson was talking freely, so freely that I concluded he knew nothing
about whatever plots were in the works. He was impressed by Loving, but I
noted that while he might have been a true believer, that belief came at a
price. His followers paid the price.

I went back to my room and called the office. My men had been busy. Loving
was involved in a cluster of organizations and corporations. Officially,
these were promoting right wing causes, but most were high overhead
operations. Salaries and bonuses for the executives were high, and
comparatively little cash was distributed for the charities and the
corporations generated no profits. In one organization, Loving was the
executive director, chairman of the board and chief fundraiser.  He
received a salary for each position.

Loving did hire good lawyers and accountants. The organizations were
continually merging, being bought out, or going out of existence. This was
a shell game to keep the IRS a step or two behind the manipulation. By the
time they were ready to go after a charity, it no longer existed.