Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 03:00:35 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfsih finds Inner Peace 8

Catfish Finds Inner Peace 8
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
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As a rule, I try to avoid fucking the main suspect in a case. That could
turn into some strange opportunities for cross-examination should the case
go to trial. It was clear that Eugene was into man sex big time. He was
Colin's mystery fucker.

Colin had seen me fuck nine or ten men over the last two days, so I assumed
claiming I was an innocent virgin wasn't an option. Maybe Eugene was
gullible, but Colin was not. If I were a better person, I would have tried
to resist temptation. I had spent much of the morning sexually connected to
several men. That should have been enough. In some ways, Ram was my
downfall. I had come close to realizing his ideal state of intense sexual
stimulation, just short of an orgasm. My balls were full and whatever makes
you produce semen must have been churning out the stuff.

I figured what the hell. I would let my cock do some detective work. I
stripped naked and we fooled around some. My cock immediately discovered
that Eugene was not new to the scene. He also had twelve of the ten danger
signs indicating he was a size queen.

At first, I thought that he lost any sense of restraint when he saw my
cock. That was a misjudgment. Eugene did not seem to possess any sense of
restraint at any time. He was like a teenager who blurted out what ever
came to mind, regardless of the circumstances. He seemed smart in odd
ways. He was the sort of man who would have done well in a game of Trivial
Pursuit. He seemed to lack any common sense or ability to combine his
random knowledge into useful information.

He was anti-gay and partial to man sex. He did not see any contradiction in
that. As he saw it, gay men had gay sex and that was bad. He was a straight
man who messed around with men, and that was just having fun. He messed
around with his pals. That was fine.

As far as I could tell, the second he saw my cock outlined by the wear
lines on my jeans, I became a buddy. I became his best bud when I stripped
and he saw my cock in a semi-erect state. While a gay man might pick up a
trick, I had instantly become his best friend.

Eugene did not help the situation by demonstrating his own eagerness to
open his ass for me. An anthropologist might classify Eugene as a throwback
the penis worship of primitive times. He didn't just like cocks; he all but
worshiped mine. I couldn't tell if this was just an extreme expression of a
size queen's passion, or something beyond that.

I later found out any cock larger than seven inches triggered his
passions. He liked them big. I am small, but hairy like a chimpanzee. That
seemed to trigger something else in him. He was smooth; I was a primitive
man.

I had some scruples about taking advantage of a man's obsessions. My cock
did not. My cock seemed to see Eugene as a sexual Disneyland or as a binge
weekend in New Orleans. My scruples seemed to follow my cock's lead.

Sex with him was great. His mouth was a full-fledged sex organ. My cock is
not that easy to take, but he took it all and he could do a good imitation
of a vacuum cleaner. His ass was a wonder too. His sphincter was tight, but
he made no effort to resist my cock. It sort of caressed my cock as I slid
into him, all was warm and quivering inside. My knob seems to have a
prostate magnet in it.  It went straight to the little gland and Eugene
went straight into space.

After playing prostate tag for a little while, I slid in deep.

The cock is the Swiss army knife of organs. Officially, it is a drain and a
basic part of animal reproduction. My cock is also my favorite toy; it is
both handy and effective. Once and a while it administers a truth
serum. Sometimes it is an invader, other times it is a welcome guest.  Once
and while it absorbs the man I am fucking.  He becomes a part of me.

This was one of those absorptive times. His ass was twitching, and my cock
could feel his heart beating.  His cock was bloated and looked as it might
explode. I jiggled a little and his ass began to contract on my cock. It
was a total genital bonding. I felt a wave of affection for Eugene. I began
thrusting and the sensations intensified.

 I knew this was a purely genital sensation and I wanted it to last. I felt
an urge to breed him. This was odd and unexpected. Of course, I like to
shoot off, and sometimes I fill an ass as a thank you for giving me good
time. Some men have a taste for it and I don't mind letting him use my cock
as a soda fountain. I also use it to dispense lubricant.  I have no
objection to sloppy seconds and don't mind sharing.

I wanted to breed Eugene. After giving his prostate a sperm bath, I wanted
to shove it deep into his body. That is what happened. Once I was in him,
Eugene was out of it. His eyes crossed and he did little more than moan and
twitch. That was good enough for me. Eugene did nothing to reduce my
urges. For a straight man, he had superb gay men's skills. He was a great
sucker and a wonderful bottom. All I had to do was to stay hard. He would
do the rest.

"You are really into this stuff. Where did you learn your skills?"  I
asked.

"At home with my family," he replied. "Actually I learned it at my Uncle'
hunting cabin. My Dad was a teller at the bank. He was mousey and a bit of
a wimp. Mom's Uncle was a hunting and fishing guide who lived off the land
most of the time. Dad didn't like him at all and the feeling was mutual."

"Daddy died young. Mom was still young and pretty. She married an Insurance
man a year later.  I didn't like him much. In my spare time and in the
summer, I spent a lot of time with Uncle Joe and his pals. That kept me out
of the house.  Joe wasn't the marrying kind. To tell you the truth, none of
them was domestic type.  They had lots of fun," he explained.

"I woke up in the middle of the night once and saw Uncle Joe and his pals
messing around and having a grand old time. Uncle Joe's best pal was
Garland Shiflett. He was a lumberjack, and scrawny like you, but he had a
big one. It wasn't as big as yours, but it was nice," Eugene continued. "A
few days later I got Garland alone and told him I had seen them going at
it.  That scared him. He thought I wanted to turn him in to the police. I
told him I wanted lessons. Boy was he relieved."

"Did he give you lessons?" I asked.

"He did, but he wasn't that keen on it. He thought it was best if a member
of your family was the first to do you. I told him that I wanted his cock,"
he said. "He did me and it was fine. It hurt a little at first but it
turned good real fast. I told him I wanted the play with the rest of the
guys.  Garland told me they had a demanding initiation ceremony and I
needed to be more experienced to do that.  That would take a few weeks of
training. Of course, I said I was willing."

"I'm a fast learner and a few days later he told Uncle Joe about it. Joe
was relieved. He and his pals had been hiding it from me and now they could
relax and have some real fun."

"Joe told me I had an ass like his Daddy's, and it brought back fond
memories."  Eugene looked me in the eyes. "Your cock reminds me of
Garland. It feels real good!"

"You like them big?"

"I figure if you're going to get fucked you might as well feel it!" Eugene
said. "All the guys fucked me for the initiation. Damn, that was the best
night of my life. You might think it would be a problem taking ten cocks in
one night, but it wasn't. You get really open and my ass was real slippery
inside after the first few. It was great."

"Were they all family?" I asked.

"They were all family or almost family," he said. Eugene was a type I knew
from being raised near the mountains.  My Uncle knew men who messed
around. Gay men lived in cities, had a lisp, wore dresses and were
florists. They did wild, immoral things with other men in dresses.

Messing around with your pals was just clean fun, letting off steam.  It
was a good alternative to knocking up your sister. That had been a problem
when everyone lived in hollows in the mountains. It wasn't that much of a
problem now, but it was still fun. Sex tended to be mostly anal, since you
were lucky if anyone took a bath more than once a week.

Most of the fun was with cousins and uncles. When I met my Uncle's pals, my
cock was popular. I showered daily and it was a taste treat.  Most of the
fun was with family, but the definition of family was very broad. Old pals
were included and, like gay men everywhere, anyone who was willing would be
adopted.

Thinking about the conversation with Eugene later, I discovered a big
problem. Whatever Eugene was, a criminal mastermind was not likely. I had a
strong sense that I had miscast him. He was well suited to be the simpleton
tool of another man. I am sure that he would willingly do whatever he was
told to do, without realizing the implications. He could be a useful tool.

When we returned to the farm, Colin and I went to his room. Colin had
watched me fuck Eugene and he wanted a quick poke. I was up for that. The
delayed orgasms of the morning seemed to have backed up cream in my balls
and I still had some left.

We had much more than a quick fuck. Ram's leisurely approach had paid
off. I took my time and had time to find out much more about Eugene Banks
and his playmates from Colin. I had established myself as a horny, sex
crazed man in Colin's eyes.

Colin was not as sexually driven as I am, but he would like to have
been. He sympathized with my interests and assumed I wanted to connect with
Eugene' playmates for a sexual romp. I was actually disturbed I had
misjudged the situation so badly and wanted to find out the real
situation. I had not been thinking about a session with a bunch of inbred
mountain men. As sometimes happens, as soon as I did think about it, my
cock began formulating plans.

Colin knew of them and knew some of the men, but he had never joined in.
They were the sort of men with whom he could not be seen without comment in
polite society. Uncle Joe was dead, but his son, Little Joe ran a used car
parts-junkyard operation. I asked Colin if Troy might know them.

Colin laughed. "Troy comes for a good family, a few tiers up the social
later from Joe's group.  I assume he's arrested a few of them, but that is
the extent of the connection," he explained. "If you want to hook up with
them, I can mention it to Eugene. You impressed him greatly."

"Do they allow strangers into the group?"

"I think it's pretty rare, but if they did, you would be their type," Colin
said.

"What is their type?"

"Little Joe and his cousin Drake seem to run the show. Little Joe looks
like the missing link if the missing link was really ugly. Drake was in a
motorcycle accident and they didn't put him back together real well. Let's
just say they aren't into Abercrombie & Fitch types. You are ratty enough
to be okay," Colin said. He suddenly looked horror-stricken. "Did I just
say something terrible?"

"Maybe you did, but your ass just tightened when you said it and I will
take that as an apology," I said. "My teen age heart throb days are behind
me."

Three days later, I was in a cabin in the woods with Eugene's
friends. Sometimes I think my southwestern Virginia twang had mellowed by
living in Richmond so long. If it has, no one noticed at the cabin. It was
deep in the woods at the foot of a mountain. The cabin sat on the edge of a
millpond. The mill was long gone but the pond remained. There were trucks
in the woods, but he cabin was empty. I walked to the rear. The men were
skinny-dipping and splashing around in the water.

Someone yelled at me to get nekid and get into the water. I did. No one in
the group seemed to be shy. Eugene wasn't there yet, but he had described
me. When I got out of the water, my cock made friends quickly.

As I had suspected, Little Joe was way over six feet tall and ugly as
shit. Drake was smaller and uglier. There were four Banks family members,
Little Joe, Danny, Billy and Ronnie.  They were all big lumberjacks. Drake
Dewing was an in-law and there was a Bunny and Roscoe Dewing in the
group. They tended to be scrawny and shorter. There were two men, Bubba and
Lamont, who must have been friends. They didn't give a last name and they
were rough looking.

It turns out that in a group of rednecks who like to mess around, a small,
scrawny guy with a big cock makes friends quickly. Sherriff Banks arrived
with Willy Wilkes, the patrolman he favored, and Sammy.  Sammy was a Dewing
of some sort.

All of the men were here to mess around and no one was shy about it at
all. I was the only new meat and everyone fondled and stroked my cock. That
seemed to be a substitute for shaking hands. I was soon half-hard and that
did nothing to reduce my attractiveness.

I had no idea if I was going to be initiated or if there were other
plans. Eugene had told the men that I gave a good ride to anyone who wanted
to saddle up on my cock.  I didn't know if guests were expected to bottom
for a while before they topped.

The group got into a discussion on who could take it.  They knew Eugene
could, but he was a bottom slut and they expected that. They had a ribald
discussion on who needed it most and who had the tightest ass. No one asked
if I was interested. They assumed that.

They focused on Bunny, the smallest of the Dewings. He was five-six and 130
pounds, some of which was ink from his home made tattoos. He got on his
hands and knees and Little Joe slobbered on my cock as Drake rimmed Bunny.

Joe was just providing a service, but he soon was interested and I realized
he was a good cocksucker. I stepped up to the plate, positioned my cock at
Bunny's hole.  It was tiny. I made a tentative push and Bunny opened
wide. I do not know if he opened wide or just lacked sphincter muscles, but
I was in. it was a little bit like fucking Jell-O; Bunny didn't have much
muscle. It was warm and pleasant and Bunny loved it.  I am a good
multi-tasker, and several men fed me their cocks as I fucked.

The cluster of men enjoyed the view, commenting on my own organ and on
Bunny's ability to take it. They had all used his ass before, but had not
guessed its actual capacity. As you might guess, the man-sex loving
rednecks' comments on my cock and Bunny's ass were as sophisticated as you
would expect.  Wilkes, Eugene's right hand man, fed me his cock and about
five seconds later, he was oozing percum. He wasn't just pretending to be
into man sex. I understood Eugene's attraction to him.

I pulled out of Bunny and Wilkes was in his ass a second later. For the
next fifteen minutes each man fucked Bunny. It was a nice little
gangbang. When I say nice, I mean nice. Bunny had a good time, and I
suspected he considered a gangbang and the associated sperm injections made
for a really good day.

I assumed this was not the first time this happened and everyone knew the
rules. Bunny was doing his "Whatever you do, don't throw me into that Briar
patch" routine. While most of the group focused on Bunny, I attracted the
men who were attracted to big tools off to the side.

Eugene was with Wilkes.  He and Sammy came over with a cousin, Roscoe. I
knew Sammy from meeting him at Troy's place. He had made a bet with his
cousin that he could take my cock. If he did, he would get to fuck
Roscoe. Wilkes wanted to watch me do Eugene after I fucked Sammy.

I am not particularly Puritan in my outlook, but I was surprised at the
casualness of the fucking.  These men were into screwing big time. Colin
told me they had been messing around for years, but shoving your cock up a
man's ass seemed to be the equivalent of saying hello and having a chat
about the weather to them. Casual as it was, I was relieved to note that as
the fuckers approached a climax, the scene turned dramatically
sexual. Little Joe and Drake began to make out as Little Joe came close to
shooting in Bubba's ass. I mentioned that to Sammy later. He said they had
discovered that getting all "lovey-dovey" made for a better climax.

"I noticed that Drake shot off hands free as Little Joe popped off in
Bubba's ass," I said.

"I think they like each other," Sammy said. "I mentioned that once to Drake
and he got mad and fucked me real good. He gets nice and hard when he's
mad."

I had fucked Sammy and then he fucked Roscoe. Roscoe was a big boy, but he
must have had a small hole. It took some work on Sammy's part.  Wilkes had
wandered off and I talked with Eugene. Wilkes returned with another man,
older and more formidable. He didn't look like a member of the Banks or
Drake clans.

"You sure done Sammy easy enough," he said to me.

"It all depends on good attitude," I said. "I they want me in them, I can
get it in!"

"My boy wants it," the man said. "I've never seen him take one as big as
yours."

"Daddy, what makes you think I want it?" Wilkes asked. "Shit, I don't like
to bottom!"

"You'll do what it tell you to do and you'll fucking like it," the man said
in a nasty voice.

I didn't like where that conversation was going but Little Joe and Drake
came over to get me. By then Bunny's gangbang was over and most of the men
had shot off once. That seemed to reduce the sexual tension and men were
casually prowling for their next playmate. Little Joe signaled me to come
over.

I misread the situation a little. Little Joe was mostly a top and he wanted
me to screw his pal, Drake. I have fucked ugly men before, but Drake was at
the top of that list. I am open-minded and I had noticed that an ugly face
is sometimes associated with a sexually responsive man.  Little Joe told me
he usually fucked Drake, but he wanted to watch his pal's hole as my cock
stretched him.

Drake was on his hands and knees; he liked it doggy style. Little Joe
scooted under him so he had a good view. His cock was in Drake's face and
Drake liked that.  Drake's hole was small and tight. It also was well
lubricated. I pushed a few times. Drake had some poppers and he took a
whiff. On my next thrust, I was in.

"Holy shit, that's pretty!" Little Joe exclaimed. Little Joe gave me
instructions on how to send Drake to the moon. Drake's was good bottom, and
having another guy fuck him as his lover watched was a big turn on for both
of them. I remembered that they were not gay; they just messed
around. Somehow, my cock could not tell the difference.

I pulled out, got Drake on his back and told Little Joe to fuck him. "I
need a little rest," I said. Drake had a blissful look on his face as Joe's
tool slipped in. I had stretched Drake nice and wide and the hole stayed
open. Joe liked that a lot. He shot off quickly.

"Do you mind if I plant your seed deeper?" I asked.

"Hell no!" was the reply. Drake and Little Joe were happy. Willy Wilkes
came over to us. He was next in line.

Willy was as pretty as Drake was ugly. He looked like a male model. He had
attitude too. As my cock slid into his ass, the attitude vanished. He
transformed from being a sophisticated man of the world type into a country
boy who needed it in the ass real bad.

I need to be careful about using my cock as an investigative tool. I have
fucked men with attitude before. Usually it takes five or ten minutes of
pounding to fuck the attitude out of them. Willy was attitude free after a
few strokes. I had met young men who thought attitude would disguise their
sexual preference. No one would think this macho man was a fag. Willy just
needed some cock therapy to get straight,

Willy had all the makings of a bottom slut. He loved it and couldn't get
enough of it. His dad came by and made derogatory comments about his son. I
told him to keep his fucking mouth shut. He left. I knew then that Willy
was the perfect kid who could never please his dad. I also knew his dad was
a plain, old fashioned bully, a cowardly bully.