Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 02:50:05 -0700
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Finds Inner Peace 9

Catfish Finds Inner Peace 9
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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Willy Wilkes dad was what my Uncle Jake would have called a piece of work.
To his face, he was Mr. Hamilton Wilkes and he was a realtor in the next
county. In public, he was a big man, gregarious and outgoing and a great
salesman. Behind the scenes, he was a bitter, borderline sadist.

When he smiled he was a handsome man, but when he snarled he was downright
ugly. He was one of those odd men who had disdain for the men he fucked. I
noticed men tended to stay away from him. I assumed he was 100% gay and
hated that. I also noticed he did not mess around with any of the bigger
men.  He went after the smaller men. With that sort of man you can never
tell if it a personality problem or something deeper. I have known some
people who adjust their personality to match the people they are trying to
impress. If you are important, they are all sweetness and light.  If you
are a peasant, you are dirt.

When I was back at the office, I had my staff check him out.  They
confirmed most of my suppositions.  In early December, I had a call from
Phil Michaels, the owner of the farm. Wendell was coming back with Jameson
and some other high placed politicos including Loving. Wendell wanted me
and Ram to put on the tantric demonstrations for his pals.  Jameson had
also specifically asked for me. This was the off-season and the Farm was
understaffed.

I have what might be called a high tolerance for sexual activity, and there
had been a lull in Richmond. Phil told me it was a group of ten or twelve
men, so I might get to meet a fuller cast of characters associated with
Loving than I had met before. I had no idea if this was a group of
"investors" in the scheme or if they were participants in the
swindle. Whatever it was, a weekend of tantric sex sounded good to me. I
agreed to spend the weekend there.

My men had been working their computer magic and discovered that Hamilton
Wilkes was one of the straw men making purchases for Loving. He was
involved, but I wondered if he might have some action on the side.  I
wondered if he would be attending.

The sessions was to be Friday, Saturday and Sunday, so I got there on
Thursday to see if anything was new on the ground. Phil introduce me to
John Butler who was officially an assistant director in charge of
security. He was a retired cop and suspicious as hell about everything.  He
wasn't much into sleep and he tended to prowl around at odd hours. I knew
the type. He was use to catching some shuteye whenever he could. He was on
alert 24/7.

Ram was happy to see me, as was Eddie Batten, the former football player.
Eddie seemed quite enthusiastic.  He had been preoccupied with his exercise
classes before.  He was a top who saved his ammunition for his clients. For
most of them sex with an actual pro football player was as good as it got.

Eddie walked in on me doing some anal stretching exercises with Ram's
ass. He watched. When Ram told him to get naked or leave, he got
naked. When Eddie fed Ram his balls, I bent over and sucked his cock.
Eddie liked that a lot. He was excited and shot off. I lost my
concentration as his sperm filled my mouth.  I let lose in Ram's ass. I was
afraid Ram would be annoyed I came in him, but that was not a problem. He
continued to milk my cock with his sphincter. You don't do that unless you
want all of it.

We had a nice conversation afterwards. Eddie loved man sex, but he didn't
think it was gay sex.  I didn't correct him on that. He made many men happy
with his cock and that was good enough for me. He both liked doing it and
having it done to him. He told me he had to get really excited to take it
in the ass, but that did happen from time to time. He told me it was hard
to get into it in a group. He liked one on one.  That sounded a bit like an
invitation to me.

The next morning, Wendell arrived early with his aide, Jameson. Loving
appeared with two flunkies, Thomas and Seth. They were handsome, younger
men. Thomas was a bodyguard, wrestler type. Seth was more of a personal
assistant. Wendell went off with Loving, leaving the men to their own
devices.

The next men to show up were Eugene Banks and Hamilton Wilkes. They were
with a third man I did not know. They introduced him as Carter. He looked
slightly familiar to me, but I couldn't place the face. Hamilton went off
to join Wendell and Loving.

Eugene joined Jameson, Thomas and Seth in the exercise room.  Eddie's
reputation as a pro football player worked its magic. Thomas had seemed
sullen when he arrived.  It seemed that this was part of his persona as a
bodyguard. Loving was not well known enough to need protection.  Thomas was
an expensive accessory to impress potential clients. Loving's real
protection came from high paid lawyers who devised his financial schemes.

Seth was gay as a goose and a flaming faggot when he was not playing
executive assistant. He had a high voice and effeminate mannerisms unless
Loving was in the room. He became a serious and differential. I wondered if
he had played that role on the stage. Carter was middle aged and a bit
dumpy. Eddie impressed him.

I was just the locker room attendant and they did not pay any attention to
me. That did not last. Both Eugene and Jameson had spent time squirming on
my cock and they let the others know.

Later that afternoon the rest of the men appeared. One of the men, Roger,
came with his own "executive assistant," a guy named Lance. They were
mostly middle-aged businessmen, well-dressed and well groomed. There were
two exceptions to that rule, men named Talbert and Sully. They were both
regular guys who had hit the big time. Sully was a paver. He had a big
regional paving company, but he hadn't inherited it. He started from
scratch. Talbert was a real estate developer. His family were farmers and
they just happened to own farms near a small Carolina city named
Charlotte. Talbert's daddy bought up abandoned farms and accumulated
several thousand acres in what turned out to suburban Charlotte. The Armani
suits men stuck to themselves and didn't associate with the help or with
Talbert and Sully.

I soon found out this was a sex and sales event. The men thought it was a
little sex vacation given to them as thanks for being investors. I didn't
know how far the swindle had progressed. Most collapse under their own
weight, and I had a feeling this scam was nearing that stage.

Con men are often more like kleptomaniacs than you average robber. It is a
compulsion. There is always one more con. I wondered if Loving had his
tickets bought for a quick trip to a Caribbean isle. I was also surprised
that Hamilton Wilkes was a part of the inner circle. Was he the local man
in the field?  I wondered if Loving knew about his other side, the side
that abused his son. Did Hamilton have tickets too, or was he a dupe to be
left holding the bag. Hamilton was a smart man, but being a smart crook is
not the same as being smart.

The group was more up tight than the men is some of the earlier groups I
encountered at the Farm. I didn't see how things would work out. I think I
underestimated the ability of horny men to forget differences and
concentrate on satisfying their cocks' needs. Lust can overcome even a con
man's urge to cheat.

After dinner, Loving had a little program for his guests. Staff members
were definitely not invited. After his little program, the men were free to
socialize or wander around. Socialize meant get drunk on very expensive
liquor or try out the exercise room. I was in the exercise room with Eddie,
Jameson, Tommy and Seth as well as Lance.  Sully had heard that Eddie was
there and he came to see him with Talbert.

Eddie had a good way of making men feel welcome. He liked talking sports
and trading stories. His stores were about pro ball and most of our guest
stores were about college or high school ball, but Eddie liked them all. I
was at the whirlpool next to the steam room with Jameson, Lance and Seth.

There was a lot of activity under the water in the whirlpool. No one was
shy. Thomas was with Talbert and Sully with Eddie. Eddie was usually slow
moving and avoided any sexual overtures until he was in the shower or steam
room. Business had been slow for the last few weeks at the farm.  He must
have been more sexually needy than usual.  He usually gave the impression
that he was okay with sex, but he did not need it. Today he took his men to
the showers and then asked us if they could join us in the whirlpool.

There wasn't room, so I volunteered to get out as did Jameson and
Lance. Eddie glanced at my semi-erect cock as I left. "I see you boys have
been enjoying each other," he said as we got out.

"The water is real nice," I said. The men chuckled. Both Sully and Eddie's
cock firmed up before they were in the water. We were on the side of the
pool and joined in the conversations.

"I remembered being a teenager and being afraid I would show hard in the
showers," Eddie said. "At that point seeing the sun rise or having a banana
at breakfast was enough to give me an erection."

The men laughed.  "I suffered from random erectile attacks,' Tommy said. "I
would get full-scale boner at any time with or without a reason.  It
happened in the shower room once or twice."

"Did the guys laugh at you?" Talbert asked.

"Of course then did, but I had matured early and I soon realized I had more
than they did," Tommy added. "I was the new kid in town and the guys became
friendlier after that."

"That happened to me once," Eddie said. "I was from a good Methodist family
and I didn't know what it was or what to do with it. It was a puzzle.  One
of the older kids took me aside and explained it all."

"Did he molest you?"

"Let's just say we had a few, very interesting demonstrations. I thought of
it as more like lab experiments, but technically it might have been sex,"
Eddie said. "It was both educational and enjoyable." Eddie looked at
me. "Did you do some experimenting?"

"I always had an imposing physique, but my cock grew to full size when I
was thirteen," I explained. "It was more like an exhibit at the Smithsonian
than a sex toy. I was willing to play, but I thought most of them were
afraid they might catch a serious case of ugly from me."

"When did that Orangutan like coat begin to sprout?" Sully asked.  He was
hairy too.

"By the time I was fifteen I scared people at the beach," I said. "It was
at the height of the Frankie Avalon and Bobby Darren period. It was
nice. On a crowded beach, I could sit anywhere I wanted and soon I had it
all to myself."

"I was a real babe magnet too," Sully said. "My dad was a paver too and I
helped out at work. The aroma of asphalt and tar under the fingernails was
a nice feature. I was a good tackle, but that wasn't enough."

"Some guys talked about getting laid, but I never had any luck," Talbert
said.

"I had the same problem," Eddie said. "Once I made the pros it was
different. Being ugly isn't a problem if you're a pro.  I didn't fall for
the locker room bimbos. Luckily, I had some old pals who were willing to
help me out. "

"I had some buddies too." Sully said.

"At first I thought my buddies were just a substitute for the real thing,"
Eddie said. "I was just fooling myself. I finally admitted I like man
play. It is fun, intensely pleasurable and low stress. I have never fallen
in love with a man, but I have some real close friends. I liked a good
blowjob, but that's not all. I'm not sure you can be semi-gay.  Eventually
I jumped in with both feet. Actually it was with my cock, balls and
asshole."

"I had a run I with the town fag Lou, the florist. He was the only openly
gay man in town, but he could do flowers for a wedding like no one else,"
Talbert said. "I was just horny. Lou was no virgin. When I left his house,
I had discovered a world I didn't know existed. He was the Mozart of sex."

"I've never felt anything that intense," Tommy said, "but I am willing!"
Eddie smiled.

"You are among friends," Eddie said. "It would be really nice if we were
good friends by the time you go home on Sunday afternoon.

"I am just a hired hand," Tommy said.

"I like fun. It is purely recreational for me. It's not a business thing."
Eddie said.

"I'm sorry if I offended you," Tommy said.

"Some men misunderstand the relationships here," Eddie said. "I run the
exercise area. Everything else is strictly up to me." We went off to the
steam room. Everyone was more than ready to play. Eddie was the main
attraction, but there was enough to go around. My erect cock is big enough
to be seen in the steam. Eddie was entertaining two men at time, sucking
one and being sucked by another. Sully was in heaven.  He hadn't guessed
that Eddie was willing to suck him. Not only did Eddie suck; he took the
load, all of it. Tommy was sucking him.

I was busy with Jameson and Lance. Talbert joined us. He was tall and thin
with a matching long, thin, white snake dangling between his legs. He had
extra skin that covered a strawberry cock head even when he got
hard. Jameson peeled the skin back, exposing a one eyed cobra head. Talbert
was a bit slow to get into it, but he soon made up for lost time.

Lance was a bottom slut. He was not a size queen and while my cock received
admiration from him, he was uneasy. Talbert was a top and it had been a
while since he had tickled another man's prostate. I was sitting on the
marble bench; Lance was on his hands and knees sucking me. He had spread
his legs wide and his ass was wide open.

Talbert might not have been that experienced, but he knew an invitation
when he saw it.  He placed his cock at Lance's ass. Lance reacted by
spreading his legs wider. Both Lance and Talbert moaned as his cock slid
into him. The atmosphere became more relaxed as the two men enjoyed each
other.

"I love a tight hole," Eddie whispered to Sully.

"You are thick. Do you have a problem finding men who can take it?" Sully
asked.

"No, but I do have trouble finding men who can enjoy it," Eddie said. "They
want me in them, but they are too tight for an easy fit."

I figured someone would step up to the plate. Tommy was willing, but Eddie
surprised him when he sat on Tommy's meat. Tommy gave Eddie's prostate a
nice buff and shine. It was so nice that Eddie drained his balls into
Sully's waiting mouth. For Sully and Tommy Christmas came early.

The next morning was the first of the Tantric sessions. I was there with am
giving his spiel.  Ram was a smart man and he adjusted his program for the
audience. "As you may know, the Farm is what is referred to as a high-end
resort.  As such, we attract successful men. To be more direct, we attract
spectacularly successful men." Having said that he moved on to part two of
his introduction.

"Successful men are not always consistently successful in every aspect of
their lives. Sometimes they neglect aspects of life in their quest for
success," he said. "Let me be direct. My objective is to make you as expert
sexually as you are financially. I mean feeling and experiencing
pleasure. I am not talking about a quick blow job, or a poke. I'm talking
about hours of sexual pleasure of the highest level."

"Let me warn you about several things," Ram continued. "I assume most of
you are accustomed to hold your cards close to your chests. That will not
be possible here. Humans are designed to feel sexual pleasure, to
experience ecstasy. You cannot hold back when you are doing it right. Naked
men can't hide their sexual excitement. You can't make plans as to teeter
on the edge of an orgasm. You can't worry about what you look like and what
others think of you as you experience the most intense pleasure of your
lives. Good sex is not possible with loners. You need to share. If you
place yourself into my hands, you will have the best sex possible. You will
become a sexual athlete of the first order!"

I have to admit, Ram had a knack for presenting things in a convincing
way. It was a presentation that appealed to the men's vanity and
competitiveness. Ram stripped naked. He was handsome and well equipped. The
men were in robes, and as he lectured, the men removed them.

"I teach by demonstration. Don't be shy. Get closer if you want to see
better. Nolen, would you join me," Ram asked. I took my robe off. "You may
have guessed Nolen is my assistant. That is partially because you can see
his cock from the back row."  The men laughed. We were off to the races.

Wendell was not in the group, but Loving attended as did Hamilton. Hamilton
was a tough nut for Ram to crack, but sex sells itself. Jameson, Thomas,
Seth and Lance were there as was Eddie. He had not participated in the
Tantric stuff before but Eddie oozed testosterone and machismo. He was
there to reassure the men who were afraid they would be considered fags. No
one would think that of Eddie. Eddie was into it and that was the seal of
approval for some of the men.

Carter was into it from the start. I remembered who he was. He had been the
macho and often shirtless star of a television cop show in the eighties. As
Bobby Bullard, he had been a hit. He had moved into producing and then into
real estate. He was older, but still attractive and quite muscular. Carter
had been shaved smooth for the show. His muscular body was a bit shaggy
now, but more masculine. He knew he had a good body, was well hung and was
not shy. He stripped quickly,

Carter was a natural leader of men and he was into man sex big time. Soon
everyone was excited and into it. Carter volunteered to work with Ram and
me.  Ram was talking about stimulating the cock, swallowing it and using
your tongue to caress it. He swallowed Carter's organ. Carter moaned as Ram
slowly pulled off. Ram asked for more volunteers. "Would anyone like to
work on my friend, Nolen?" Ram asked. "It is a challenge." He bed over and
opened his mouth. He slowly took my entire cock in his throat. Ram was a
sword swallower and it impressed the men.

Hamilton came up. He picked me up, flipped me over and swallowed my
too. Since his cock was at my mouth level, I sampled it. It was a nice
one. After thirty seconds or so, he squirted a burst of precum.  At first,
I thought he had shot off, but it was too sweet to be cum. Hamilton
intended to show how strong and big he was and how small I was in
comparison.

I discovered he was sexually exited and on the edge of an orgasm.  When he
pulled off, his tongue lingered at my slit. He was both tasting and
enjoying my special sauce. He tried to drop me, when he realized he was
into it. As I felt him release his grip, I did a sort of a back flip and
landed on my feet.  The men applauded. The room dissolved in to sucking
pairs.  The staff was definitely involved. I wanted to see who was doing
what to whom, but I was too busy to check things out.

Normally we would have had a class the next morning, but the men were here
for a shorter time than usual. "Men, we are going to have a second session
this afternoon," Ram announced. "It will involve anal stimulation and
penetration. Keep your powder dry!" the men laughed and disentangled
themselves.