Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2015 07:53:07 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish Goes Naked 3

Catfish Goes Naked 3
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, and is
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

While I like no strings attached sex, you have to make some connection or
it isn't sex.  For me that connection is physical and usually terminates in
a liquid form. It is best when I see and, if possible, taste a man's seed.
Joel had the benefit of an active cybersex life. He liked videos so he knew
what could be done. He just had not done them. He was most interested in
fucking. That was straightforward. He knew things he wanted to do, or have
done to him.  He asked if I fucked.

I briefly toyed with the idea that I would play the virgin, but decided
that wasn't too believable. "I fuck every chance I can.  Usually I top," I
said.  "I like it hot heavy and juicy. I love shooting, spurting and making
a sticky mess."

"I've seen that on line, but never done it. I jerk off, but I have never
done it with another man. Do you cum in their ass?" Joel said. "Guys can
take your horse cock?"

"They sure do. If they want it, they find a way to take it. The cream
filling is just part of the service," I said. "To answer your next
question, yes, they come back for more." I glanced at Bobby.  He was rock
hard.

"What's it like in an ass?" Bobby asked.

"Warm and tight.  I use lots of lube but I ooze a lot too. Once I'm in, I
self-lubricate. I tend to stay hard for a while after the orgasm. I can
keep on thrusting until every inch of your ass is coated in my seed," I
said. "For me fucking is more intense than sucking, although there is
nothing wrong with sucking at all. Your tongue and lips can work a
cock. The ass can't do that much, but every inch of your cock is in direct
contact with your playmate's ass."

Bobby and Joel flanked me on the bed, one on each side.  Both were hard and
drooling. I sat up, straddled Bobby and sat on his cock. Bobby moaned.
"Damn, that's fucking hot!" Joel exclaimed.  It was good for me too. I
spent a few minutes doing a hula dance on Bobby's cock and then I switched
to Joel. His eyes crossed as his cock slid into me. My eyes may had crossed
some too. Bobby had opened me up well. Joel was bigger.  It went deep.

After a short while, I asked Bobby if he wanted to take my place.

"I couldn't do that," he said.

"I'm pretty sure you can," I said. "He's you friend, I bet you would like
to have him in you." I had a tube of lube on the bedside table. Bobby was
uneasy, but he did it. I told him to take it slow, and he was fine. A
little later Bobby fucked Joel.  Joel was ready and willing. Bobby was
timid and careful. He took his time, but once he was in all was well.  He
turned into a man rammer.  Joel seem to like that if a hands-free orgasm is
any indicator.

Bobby tried to pull out when he shot off, but I made him stay in Joel's
ass. I had a strong feeling Joel would like Bobby's man seed in his ass.

When he finally pulled out, I used my cock head to plug the hole. I toyed
with his sphincter, massaging it, but not going in deep. Joel was wearing
out so I sent them home. I would save the large-scale rectal stretching
exercises for another day. There was a chance they would not come back, but
I doubted that. Both men wanted more.

The next day was beautiful. While the sky was unusually clear, there was a
sea breeze that kept it closer to being comfortable than usual. Virginia
can be hot and humid, but Miami's tropical humidity was unrelenting.  I
went to the beach and set up at my usual spot.  Eventually was two groups
of men flanked me.  One was four older men from somewhere on the Gulf
coast. They were in the closet and a nude beach a hundred and fifty miles
away from home was ideal. They were here to check out the scenery and hoped
to get lucky

On the other side of me was a group of thirty-something's. They were local
and had real jobs. They visited the beach, but did not live there like some
of the regulars.  The beach was crowded so both groups were close to
me. Both groups were a mixed bag of men. Several were good looking; others
were average.  All of them seemed pleasant.

Buster joined us.  He was solo, without a companion.  He seemed more
relaxed, so I did not think he was casing us. Around two o'clock, dark
clouds blew in from the south-west. One of the Gulf Coast men, Davis, said
he had rented a condo for the week and asked if we would like to wait out
the storm there.  Several men said they had other plans but eight of us
went to the condo including Buster and me.  It was just three blocks to the
north. The storm hit as we reached the place.

You would not need to be a psychic to guess what happened next. The man who
seemed to be the leader of the Gulf Coast group, Johnny, announced that it
was the birthday of the oldest of the men with them, the man they called
Pop. Johnny was a Kenny Rogers want to be, and Pops was a rather dapper,
Czar Nicholas type.

"I have a present I could give him, but it's in my balls," Buster
volunteered. The men laughed. "He might have to work for it if the likes
man cream." There was more laughter.

"Pop is willing to work for it, but he likes rear deliveries too," the
biggest of the Gulf men said. His name was Mike and I suspected he was
construction worker from his callused hands.

"Do you have a limit as to the number of load you can take?" I asked Pop.

"Well, I taken all of my pals' cream a few times," Pop said. "That was
good. I do not know if there is a limit. I am willing to explore the
possibility." I was half-hard by then.  "I don't know if I could take all
of you," he added as he looked at my cock.  There was more laughter.

"My birthday is coming up too," Grant, a beefy bear type from the Miami
group said.  "I would be willing to take any that are too much for you."

"Too many or too big?" Frank, the other Miami man asked. " Grant, I thought
your birthday was in December?" There was more laughter and Buster dropped
to his knees to suck Pops. Frank went to Johnny to warm up. The other Miami
man went to Pops to give advice. He was a Woody Allen type named Parker,
who had an oversized cock that looked impressive on his undersized body.

"You like them big?" I asked Grant.

"I haven't found one that was too big yet," he said. "I am looking." He
paused briefly. "I get turned on by being fucked by a guy I just met," he
whispered.

"This must be your lucky day," I said as I fondled his balls. "Do you like
to be fucked in front of your pals?"

He nodded. We went to the shower to rinse off the sand and suntan
lotion. When we returned to the living room, it was a beehive of
activity. I don't like gang bangs much. The ones you see in videos consist
of a ring of men waiting to take their turn. Waiting is not my strong suit,
especially when rock hard, hot-to-trot men surrounded me.

No one was waiting here. You could say it was a free-form gangbang.  Buster
was fucking Pop who was on his back. It was sensual and casual. Buster had
a good technique, combining slow and easy interludes with more intense
poundings. Pop looked relaxed, except for his drooling erect cock. Johnny
passed by and licked up the puddle of precum from Pops' gut.

Mike was spread eagled on the floor with Frank in his ass. Grant got on his
hands and knees to 69 with Mike. Grant spread his legs to make sure his ass
was wide open. I could see lubricant glistening in his puckered ass.  He
was ready.

Davis came over to us, "I like to watch, is that a problem?"

"It's not a problem with me," I said. Davis was tall and thin and had a
runner's body. He struck me as being shy.

It took some time to get into Grant. He was muscular and buns of steel. I
played with his sphincter hoping to relax it.  When Pops moaned as he shot
off, Grant lost his concentration and my knob passed by the sphincter and
went for his prostate. Once my cock and his prostate kissed, all was
well. The tight ass that was hard to penetrate was ideal once I was in
deep. His sphincter clamped tight on my cock and formed a cock ring.

Frank and I switched partners a few times. Mike was an enthusiastic
bottom. Grant was better looking, but Mike worked harder. Each time Frank
and I traded partners, out playmates ass was more open and receptive.

I have to admit playing with experienced men is good. They all seemed to be
versatile and receptive. Many of the men hadn't met before, but they knew
the rules. I took a break, showered and then went to play with Pop and
Johnny. Mike told me that they were lovers, but liked to share.

To say that Pop was receptive is an understatement. Several men had already
fucked him and he still wanted more. His ass all but sucked my cock in
deep. Sometimes there can be a uneasy period when I slip into a new ass and
learn a guy's limits. I like my partner to enjoy it. There was no problem
with Pops. His ass was a welcome center.  I could feel his enjoyment.

Johnny was a top and he came up behind me.  He nosed his knob onto my
crack. I spread my legs to give him better access. He made a quick thrust
and his well-lubricated joy stick popped into me effortlessly.  His cock
rubbed my prostate just the right way and it was good.

After a few minutes Johnny whispered, "You're real big, but I'd like to try
it in the middle. Can you take your time?"

I pulled out and traded places. He took his time entering Pops. They knew
each other well. Johnny was tight and he resisted some.

"I know I can be real filling. We don't need to do this," I said.

"I want it bad. Push harder," he said. I made a hard thrust and poked
through his sphincter, ramming his prostate. That opened him wide. His ass
enveloped my cock and then clamped tight. He moaned as my cock worked it's
magic.  Pop moaned in sympathy.

Johnny and I shared the same fucking rhythm and pace. My thrusts into him
matched his thrusts into Pop. It seemed as if it was meant to be that way,
but I knew it was rare to be so well matched. Like all great sex, it was
self-limiting. Pop shot off first and his twitching ass pulled Johnny's
trigger.  That set me off.  We all traded sperm but stayed connected to
make sure all of our man seed drained.

It was over for me, and I went home. Buster left at the same time. He
wanted to come home with me.  Told him I was done for the day, but he came
with me anyway. We talked as we walked.  He told me wanted to get away.  He
knew something was wrong. Buster thought he was just providing sex for men,
but he had gotten wind of the burglaries and wanted nothing to do with
that.

Another one of the scouts had tried to leave and was beaten up.  Buster
wasn't the brightest bulb in the hardware store, but he knew he was in
trouble. He did not know where to go.  I suggested as far away as possible.

When we returned to my apartment, I call for take-out Chinese and he
relaxed. He had never eaten Chinese food before.  He was a pizza only kind
of guy.  Buster was every inch a small town boy, who wasn't adventurous. He
had worked summers as a carpenter's helper in his hometown. I told him that
was a start on a real life.

"It was hot work," he said.

"It seems to me sitting on the beach in the full sun is hot too," I
said. "Is the sex that good?"

"Once and while it's good," Buster replied. "Since I was the new man on the
job, I got all the trolls."

"Was I one of the trolls?" I asked.

"Yep, you scared some of the guys. I think they were afraid the might catch
a case of the uglies from you," he said. "Your horse cock was interesting,
but not interesting enough. Lance knows that I am not much of a bottom.  He
made me go over to you. I think he figured you would split men in half and
teach me a lesson.  At least you were not fat. Fat guys like me a lot, but
it's hard to get to their cocks. It's okay if they suck me off, but I'm not
much into cum swilling.  Lance loves it."

"Have you ever taken a load you enjoyed?" I asked.

"There was a guy back home who was good," Buster said. "Ginger was good
too. He shoots a huge load. I liked that. Ginger told me I needed to get
away. He said I was Rance's type. I told him sex was good with Rance.
Ginger said he wasn't talking about the sex part. Rance could get me into
trouble, deep trouble." Buster paused and looked at my crotch. "I'd eat
your cream, if you want me to." Sex was never very far form Busters mind.

"Would you enjoy it?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I kind of think I would," he replied. "If you want to
fuck, I'd do that too."

"Have you ever enjoyed a cock in your ass?"

"That would be Ginger too," Buster said. "It hurt some, but I like him in
me."

Of course, we were both hard by then.  Buster began to suck me and he was
good at it. His cock was rock hard and had a nice curve to it.  I told him
to get on his back and I sat on it. I thought I would have a quick ride and
then send him on his way.

The phone rang. It was Bobby and Joel. They were outside the apartment
house and wanted to come up.  I asked Buster if he would mind. He was fine
with that. I rang them in. Buster was good looking and buffed, so both boys
liked him. Bobby was handsome. Joel was not much to look at, but he was
hung.  As is often the case with gay men, hung was enough. After
introductions, I explained that Bobby and Joel were new to the scene.

"Well, Professor Buster is willing to give lessons," Buster said.  Bobby
and Joel stripped in record time and all was well. Buster bent over to suck
Joel's cock. Bobby took care of me. They were all in their twenties and
horny. Buster liked sex, but it was better when he was just enjoying
himself, not earning his keep or doing someone else's bidding.

Joel jumped in with both feet and somehow he looked better when he was
sexually engaged. He was almost attractive when he was sucking a cock, or
when he was on his back waiting to be fucked. When Buster worked his cock
in deep, Joel looked downright handsome. He lost his, "I don't give a fuck
about anything" look. It didn't hurt that his cock was spectacularly erect
while Buster screwed him.

Joel found a personality when he was naked and hard. He was a computer
geek, not a jock, so he did not have the High School locker room experience
of being naked and realizing how well hung he was.  While being a well-hung
jock may be more prestigious than being a well-hung geek, the cock is the
same. It would have been fine and he would have attracted some sex buddies.

Sex buddies may not be the same as pals, but in my experience sex buddies
turn into friends more often than not.  When you give a man pleasure and
let him use you for his own enjoyment, it can be hard not to form a
friendship. Even a utilitarian fuck buddy can grow on you.

Unexpectedly, Joel's impressive tool made a trip up Buster's ass. It was a
tight fit, but well worth it for both Joel and Buster. I may be mistaken
but I think Buster had a satisfied look on his face. Joel had a big knob
and I could tell when it rubbed Buster's prostate the right way.

I was tired but they were ready to boogie.  Both Bobby and Joel fucked
Buster several times. While Bobby fucked Buster the second time, Joel came
over to me and bent over, exposing his hole. I nudged my knob onto it, and
Joel backed into it. He was nice and open by now. He wanted to do it on the
sly as Bobby and Buster coupled, but he moaned too much. It was a success.

None of the three young men was a virgin, but after that night, they had
lost their inhibitions and embraced man sex. Buster was the least virginal
of the group, but he was the most changed. He had told himself it was just
messing around and an easy way to pick up some cash. With Bobby and Joel,
he had been to the moon and back and the quick blow job didn't do it for
him anymore.  This was real, no holds barred sex and he loved it.

Buster and the boys went home and I went to bed. I had enough sex for one
day. I spent the next morning at the apartment. Juan called me just before
noon. Buster was dead.  They had found his body floating off the South
Beach.

"Did he drown?" I asked.

"No, it was a bullet in the head," Juan said. "It had the markings of a
professional hit."  I told him of my conversations of the previous day.

"He wanted out," I said.  "That might have been a problem, but a hit man
seems a bit extreme."

"Did he tell anyone in the group he was planning to leave?" Juan asked.

"He didn't tell me of that, but Buster wasn't a good judge of character and
he might have done that," I said. "I wonder of he knew something, but
didn't know its significance. I don't think there is a shortage of handsome
boys who are willing to give a blow job for cash."

"It doesn't seem that the sex and burglary scheme would require murder to
me either," Juan observed. "There must be more to it."

I went to the beach that afternoon. The usual suspects were there, Lance
and Ginger with several new boys. I had the impression that Ginger was
acting like a chaperone.  He looked pissed. Lance liked the new boys a lot
and Ginger was trying to keep them meeting new men not chatting with
Lance. If Buster's death had disturbed the water, there was no sign of
that. It was an uneventful day on the beach.

Ginger came over to me when the boys went off trolling.  He asked if I was
going to be busy that night.  I said I would be at the apartment.