Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 22:28:12 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish Goes Naked 6

Catfish Goes Naked 6
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not 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
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Juan had assumed that Rance had been running the operation. His murder
indicated that he was either an underling who had fucked up, or the victim
of a turf war.  Criminal organizations are not prone to be forgiving about
screw-ups. The police had arrested a good portion of Rance's people. If
there was a "Mr. Big," he may not have trusted Rance to keep his mouth shut
when offered a deal by the District Attorney.

The arrests might also have left Rance in a weak position, and thus it was
a good time for a competing syndicate to move in. The speed of the takeover
surprised me. I wondered if someone had been waiting in the wings to take
over.

I was surprised that the new group was making a move on me, since the other
group had already made the move.  Juan told me that the roll-up of Rance's
group had been fast and complete.  Apparently, the new group was unaware
that the arrests were a result of the burglary of my apartment.

"Once one arrest is made, everyone who finds out heads for the hills," Juan
said. "We triple team them and kept the suspects in separate facilities, so
they couldn't get the word out as quickly as they might." Juan was going to
talk with the organized crime section of his office and check on the Rio
connection.

By now, I was not exactly a fixture on the beach, but the regulars were
used to me. Being short, ugly and hairy would normally be a
problem. Sporting gold jewelry made up for that, as did my cock. There may
have been a few size-queens and some men who were interested in the
gold. In most cases, the size-queen aspect trumped the criminal intent.

My physical charms are limited and normally clothes hide my asset. I tended
to sparkle in a shower room.  This was the first time I was naked most of
the time in public and I was able to attract a lot of attention. I did not
know how I would react to the constant attention. I was used to hiding in
the shadows and keeping a low profile.

It turned out that I liked the attention. I liked the stimulation of men
staring at me and at my cock. I knew that I wasn't shy, but I had not
guessed the extent of my taste for exhibitionism. I also discovered I had
more genital control that I expected. I liked the men who made sneak peeks
at my cock. They would look when they thought I wasn't paying attention. I
am always paying attention.

Under scrutiny, my cock can firm up and get a little hard. Half hard was
too much on a beach, but a quarter or third of an erection was
inspirational. A few men would come over and talk. If one came over,
several would soon join him. Sometimes these were friends, other times it
was men with a common interest.

The beach was wide open, but I had an umbrella. Four men under an umbrella
can create a small, private space suitable for a little show and tell.  You
could also go in the water.  No one could see what was going on below the
surface, but the water could be choppy, and you can only hold your breath
so long.  It was easier under the umbrella.

I went to the beach at 10:00 the next morning. It was not crowded yet. Six
men set up near me. It was a trio of father-son couples. The men were older
and distinguished looking; the sons were clean cut, All-American types. The
sons were college age or older. Two of the couples could have been actual
fathers and sons.  The son in the third couple was oriental, and the father
was not.

Each of their walks to the beach seemed to require a detour toward my
umbrella. The first of the sons came by me, took a real good look and then
returned to his friends. The report was apparently favorable. Over the next
fifteen minutes, every one of them came by to check me out. Finally, one of
the older men came over to me and asked if I came to the beach regularly.

"I'm here on a long vacation," I said. "I come from Virginia and everyone
there is too uptight to have a beach like this one."

He laughed. "I'm from Little Rock. We have a river, but no beaches that are
remotely like this," he said. "I thought I would be too embarrassed to come
here, but that isn't a problem."

"I like it, I would be happy living here," I said. "I like the scenery."

He stared at my cock for almost 30 seconds. "Would I embarrass you if I
said I love the scenery? You have a museum specimen there!"

"Well it's not ready for the museum yet, I'm still using it," I replied.

"Does it bother you to have men stare at it?"

"Not on bit!" I replied. "I think I know what guys are thinking when they
are looking.  That gives me a little tingle. Why don't your friends come
over for a look and a chat?  I'm Nolen."



"I'm Buck," he said as we shook hands. He waved his friends over. The came
with their beach umbrella. We soon had a little semi private enclave on the
beach. I was sure these men had nothing to do with the case, but this was a
working vacation and this morning was going to be more vacation than work.

Buck's real son, Junior was there, but Junior was with his fantasy sex
daddy, Roger. Buck was with a fantasy son, Todd.  He was the son of a man
Buck knew from the country club. The third couple was Billy, who was with
his houseboy Ming.  Buck and Junior apparently had separate sexual lives,
and they only recently discovered that they shared common interests. They
had a good father-son relationship and did not want to mess it up with
sex. The trip to Miami Beach was an experiment.

Buck looked at bit like Burt Reynolds. Junior was a bigger more muscular
version of Burt.

Roger was a beefy, hairball. He was in the edge of being overweight. Todd
was young, thin, tall, bearded and elegant in a 1930's lounge lizard
way. The third older man, Billy, looked like a football player who had gone
to seed. His companion, Ming, was a Chinese muscleman.

Only Ming had been to a nude beach before. Ming was a local. The rest of
them were slightly uneasy and excited. Junior wanted to know if there were
any rules. It told them this part of the beach was gay, but being a pest
was not good. Looking was fine, but overt sex needed to be discrete.

Junior, Roger and Ming went into the water. "I'm not the beach bunny type,"
Billy said.

"Don't worry about that, no one has exactly recruited me to pose in Speedo
ads," I said.

"Can a Speedo hold it all in?" Todd asked as he looked at my cock. We
laughed. He leaned closer to me. "It's a beauty; can many men take it in
the ass?"

I smiled, "It happens. It is not ideal for a maiden voyage, but there have
been a few satisfied customers. If you want it badly enough it will fit."

"Junior and I are tops, but we are bottom curious. No one has ever been in
us. Ming says it's good," Todd added.

"Roger and I are afraid it might hurt too much," Buck said. "We don't want
to ruin the relationship. I figure a poke by a stranger might be better. We
thought Ming might do that, but he likes Billy. Billy pays well, and Ming
doesn't seem to ring Junior or Todd's chimes."

"You turned Junior on big time!" Todd said to me. "I seem to like what I am
seeing too." I talked with all of them men as they took turns playing in
the water. While they wanted to experiment, I wasn't sure that I was the
right man to be their sexual guide. They seemed to think otherwise and I
had the feeling the group had a high percentage of size-queens. They had
rented a condominium nearby and asked me over for lunch. I accepted the
invitation.

The condo was fancy and had a great view of the ocean. They were less tense
when they left the beach than when the got there, but they really relaxed
once they were in the condo. Like many gay men, they purported to be
inexperienced, but once we were all naked and going at it, they seemed to
be both comfortable and skilled.

Buck had kept his sexual tastes under control until his wife died three
years earlier. He knew Roger slightly. Roger and Billy had been lovers, but
while they were still friends, they had grown apart. Buck had found Todd,
but he was afraid of what Junior would think of him if he discovered that
he was gay.

Junior connected with Roger and he was afraid of what his father would
think if discovered his sexual preferences. The two couples connected in
the steam room of a gay health club. In some cases that would have been a
problem, but Buck and Junior were relieved. There was no need to have
secrets anymore.

They were couples and this trip was their first experience with group
play. Buck told me their previous night's group play had been successful,
but I seemed to have greatly increased the excitement level. It only took a
few minutes to realize that they were all intensely sexually driven. The
three older men bottomed, but I had a feeling that was to accommodate the
younger men's needs. They struck me as being tops. I assumed Ming did it
all, but he focused on pleasing Billy.

The condo had a shower big enough for four. I rinsed off the sand from the
beach with Junior, Ming and Billy. Junior made contact with my cock, first
feeling me out then dropping to his knees to suck. He was both skilled and
enthusiastic.

My cock can be enthusiastic too. Fully erect it caught Billy's attention.

"Damn, look at that fucker!" he exclaimed. "That monster would rip me in
half."

"It is a beauty, Daddy," Ming replied, "but yours is big enough for me."

"If you want it bad enough, you can take it," I said. "I never plow and
seed unless the owner of the field gives me permission."

"Ming here has a pretty little hole, but he can take my beer can," Billy
said. "He can take it and still smile."

Junior took a break and I slipped to my knees to taste his meat. Billy and
Ming left; Buck and Roger replaced them. Roger sucked Junior.

"I like watching you having fun," Buck said as he bent over and sucked me.

"We are exploring no stings fun here," Roger said to me. "I hope that
doesn't bother you."

"It isn't a problem for me. I don't like to trespass," I said. "I do like
to make it to the finish line. That can mean there is sticky stuff on or in
my playmate. Is that still no strings fun?"

"I wouldn't have thought so until last night," Roger said. "Todd shot off
in my mouth. It did not have all the warm feelings I get when Junior does
it, but it was damn good. We are all men and we have needs. I discovered
last night that casual lust is good too!"

Buck stood up and Roger began to suck him. "I thought of Junior as my
kid. He is his own man now," Buck said. "I was shocked realize that while
we lived in the same house for 23 years, I had no idea what was going on in
his head."

"We are much more alike than Dad guessed," Junior said.

"I don't think I knew I was gay until recently. I thought it was just
messing around," Buck said. "I thought if I was the one being sucked, I was
still straight. I pretended I didn't enjoy it that much. When I met Todd, I
gave up pretending.  It was great.  It got better when I discovered Junior
shared the same interests. I was hoping you might join us."  He was looking
at me. I smiled.

We finished the shower and returned to the living room. What is the plan
for the afternoon?" I asked as I sat down.

"We were planning to mix things up a little this afternoon," Billy said.

"Any holes off limits?" I asked. "I'm a top."

Buck and Roger looked at each other. "So far this trip has been all oral,"
Buck said. "Fucking is kind of intense.  It might be too intense for some
of us. It's not the fucking, that is the problem; it's the watching that
might be uncomfortable."

"I've got no problem at all," Billy volunteered.  "I'll offer my ass for
use, but I'd love to see how Ming would do taking that horse cock of
yours!"

"I'll do anything you want Daddy!" Ming exclaimed. I assumed Ming was a pro
looking for a sugar daddy and was experienced. He was also a muscle
builder. "Could I sit on it?" he asked.

"Any way I can get my tool in you is fine with me," I replied. "What would
you recommend Bill?"

"He's been able to take mine every which way. I like to plant my seed deep
and he likes that," Billy explained. I got on the floor. Billy lubricated
my cock. Billy and Buck lubricated Ming's ass.

"Damn, he's tight," Buck said, "It's hard to believe anyone can get in
him." Ming straddled me. For a little while, he sat on my cock head, using
it as a stool. Nothing happened. He got off my cock.

"Daddy, shoot some of your special lube into me," he said to Billy. He was
on his hands and knees and Billy fucked him doggy style. After some hard
pounding, Billy popped and made his deposit.

Ming returned to my cock. Billy's cream was drooling from his ass as he sat
back. He was much more open and he gradually impaled himself. Ming was a
performer and he did a fancy Hula style dance on my cock. After five
minutes or so, he shot off, spraying me and the men watching him with
semen. Billy help him get off my cock.

Todd took his place. He was both more open and tighter. Buck suggested I
roll him on his back and put his legs on my shoulders.  That gave me more
control.  Buck gave Todd a sniff of poppers and all was well. I made some
long, deep stokes that sent shivers through Todd's tender body. Buck was
rock hard so I pulled out and let Buck in.

Junior was all but drooling by then. He got on his back. His ass was well
lubricated. He shivered when my knob touched his hole and moaned as I
forced it in. He was tight but so heavily lubricated, he couldn't resist.
That was good to him and for me. He did not last long, but Roger's mouth
was there to catch and eat Junior's sperm.

I pulled out and saw Ming in a bedroom looking lonely. Billy had fallen
asleep. I walked over to him. Ming rolled onto his back and spread his ass
cheeks. We talked as I had a nice, long fuck. He was a gentleman's
companion and he was looking for a job as a personal assistant.  He could
be a chauffeur, a personal chef or a bodyguard.

"Billy is a nice man, not too demanding and appreciative," he said. "When I
first came here I hooked up with a bad crowd. This man recruited me to work
in a restaurant.  I was new to town and needed some cash badly. It turned
out to be a pure prostitution scheme. I left after a week. I saw that the
guy was murdered last week."

"Did that surprise you?"  I asked.

"At first it did, but when I thought about it more it made sense," he
explained. "I thought he was a small time pimp, but I saw him with some big
time crooks. I guess you would call them Mafia Dons, but they were South
American. Dominic Santos and Gustavo Miller are not men to trifle with."

I gave Ming and nice hard thrust for that information. He moaned. Billy
woke up.

"Ming looked lonely, so I gave him a refill," I said.

Billy laughed. "Ming always needs a refill." he said. Most of the men were
worn out by now so I left and returned to the beach. I called Julio on my
cell phone and told him about Dominic and Gustavo.

"Oh shit, that explains a lot!" he said.

"You know them?"

"Oh yes, they are well known, they are big time actors, one is in Rio and
the other in San Paulo. They are bitter rivals. No wonder Rance is dead. I
didn't know they were making a move in Miami," he explained. "This is a big
deal. I need to make some calls right away. I'll get back to you tonight."

The afternoon on the beach was uneventful.  I was just about ready to pack
up a go home when Julio and Santos walked up the beach toward me with a
third man. He was a big blond man with a great tan. Santos introduced him
as Skeeter.  The minute I heard his voice I knew he was from the mountains
of Tennessee.

"I told Skeeter about you and he wanted to see you in person," Santos
explained.

"I bet he really wanted to see it," I said.

"That is true and it surely don't disappoint," Skeeter said in a thick
accent. "Momma said that everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Do
you tip over it when you are not careful?"

"I have no problem with that, but I do have a problem maintaining my
balance when it's hard," I said. "It's hard to keep from tipping over."
Skeeter laughed. We talked a while, and it was clear that Skeeter was
handsome, in great shape and dumb as shit. He had been good in football in
high school. That had been the only skill.

He had not been a good enough player for college, and he had no marketable
skills. He came to Florida to get a job. He was hoping for something at
Walmart, but filling in the application form was a problem. Back home a
couple of men had paid him to let them blow him. That was fine with him.
He thought that would work in Miami, but the customers were more
demanding. He like to fuck, but his ass was virgin. Skeeter knew there was
more cash if he could bottom.

Julio and Santos went off leaving me alone with Skeeter. We talked a little
longer and I said I was going home to make some dinner. He suddenly looked
needy. He was hungry. I asked if he would like some dinner.

"Yes please!" was his reply. His Momma had taught him to be polite.

We talked and I found out he had been recruited by a man named Kenny
Smithson, who was from Carolina. Skeeter was supposed to look for men with
expensive watches, jewelry and electronics. He worked with another man
named Robby who was supposed to get the man's address. Skeeter didn't think
that was odd or suspect. When Skeeter went to the toilet, I called Juan and
gave him Smithson's name.

We had dinner and talked. I knew a lot of guys like Skeeter from home. In
their own minds they were straight, the never passed up and opportunity for
man sex. It may have been just messing around or letting off steam, but
they did not think of themselves as being gay. Skeeter at least admitted he
liked sex with men.  Many men like him pretended that their trips on the
wild side with men were just expedient alternatives to screwing women.

Fucking Skeeter was a joy. I am not much into fucking virgins.  It less
stressful to fuck experienced men.  Skeeter's ass was virgin, but the rest
of him tended to be slutty. While my cock is a bot oversized for a first
fuck, it size tends to be inspirational. Skeeter was inspired.