Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 03:27:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish goes to  school 3

Catfish Goes to School 3
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
bldhrymn@yahoo.com

Calhoun leaned out the window of his car.  "What's up?"  He asked.

"I have a day off and time to run some errands," I said. "You are off
duty?"

"This is my day too," he said. "The Chief has told us all to drive by the
schools as often as we can on or off duty.  I was on my way to see some
friends." He paused.  "You remember when I told you I had some pals?"

"Your letting off steam pals?"

"That's them," he said. "Would you like to meet them?"

"They don't mind some company?"

"Not at all, get in, they live three miles outside of town," Calhoun said.
I got in the car and soon discovered Calhoun's three miles was more like
ten. We went up the side of a mountain to a rustic cabin and then into a
clearing. There were two trucks and sports car there.  Inside were Bubba,
Bro and a third man, a kid.  The kid was Gerald's side kick, Newton.

"Are you are robbing cradles" Calhoun asked.

"Newton here is 20 and a member of the union," Bubba said. "He is cool with
it."

"He's more of a probationary member," Bro said. "He's still got his
training wheels on." He looked at me. "I was wondering if you were a
member. I guess you are."

I smiled. "No training wheels here," I said. "Is this a conversation group,
or a play group?  If there is a choice, let me vote for play."

"Play it is!" Bubba said.

Bubba and Bro had no hesitation stripping naked, Calhoun and Newton were a
bit uneasy, but natural horneyness took control. Bubba was all bear with a
nice coat of brown hair from his eyes to his toes. Bro was thinner with a
hairy chest and a treasure trail. A nice white snake hung from his thick
bush.

Newton suffered from too much Burger King, and McDonalds. He was going to
be a big hairy man.  He wasn't my type, but the thick tool between his legs
began to change my opinion of his as soon as it started to get hard.

I would like to think that a man's cock size wouldn't affect my thinking
about him, or that at least I have grown out of it by now. By the time
Newton was hard, I was interested.  He had pale skin, but big pink
tits. Bubba and Bro weren't shy but they weren't that experienced either.
They were suckers and hadn't tried anything else.  Calhoun had told them he
had fucked me and they were interested.

My cock is usually inspirational and it was with these men. Bubba and Bro
were first to try my man spigot. Calhoun held back and Newton fed me his
cock. Newton was trying to play it cool but was entirely unsuccessful at
that. Usually that turns me off, but since he was so new to the scene, I
thought it was cute.

I assumed he was much closer to being a virgin than he let on. He was also
vastly more into man sex than he admitted to himself if his drooling cock
was telling the truth. Newton was so hard it looked as if it hurt. He was
uncut and when he was hard his knob was tender and sensitive.  He spurted
when my tongue first caressed his bloated cock head.

He looked scared.  I guessed he thought he had done something wrong. I
moved the tip of my tongue to his slit and licked it and the glob of sperm
he had just shot. He spurted a second time. I smiled at him; he looked
relieved.

"I like man seed, but it's best as a desert, not as an appetizer," I
said. "Can you hold back?"

"I'll try, Sir," he said. "I don't know if I can."

"I understand, so don't worry," I said. "You're naked, hard and oozing sex
juices. You have a very experienced, over sexed, 55-year-old sucking your
cock. There is no way this is going to anything other than the best sex you
have ever had. How many times can you shoot off in an hour or two?"

"Five or six times, Sir."

"Well then, just relax and let things flow," I said. "I'll bet you have
enough man seed stored up to feed us all." His balls exploded then and
there. He twitched and shivered but I took it all.

"What's your recharge time?" I asked when he finished shaking.

"About ten minutes," he said.  In the lull, Calhoun offered me his cock.
He didn't last long either. He was hot to trot. His seed was hot and
creamy.  This may have won the record for the most loads I have ever taken
in five minutes. I turned my attention to Bubba and Bro.

"Calhoun told me he took a trip up your behind," Bro said. "We was
wondering if you give trips to other guys?"

"Have you fucked a man?"

"No, but I've thought about it," Bubba said. "Bro and I are old pals, but
in a rut.  If it ain't broke, don't fix it, I figure."

"You want to learn some new tricks?" I asked. "I'm basically a top, but I
do open up on special occasions."

"What occasions?"

"Usually when I meet a new man; that's an occasion for me!" I said.

"Hot damn," the four men said, almost in unison.

"There is a catch," I added. "I like to top. If I'm going to help you out,
I want a little fun in return. Have any of you men entertained on the back
porch before?"  There was dead silence.

"I've tried a few things," Newton all but whispered. "Not a cock, but some
things."

"Did you like it?" I asked. He nodded.

"Look at the size of Will's horse cock boy!" Bubba exclaimed. "A little fun
for him is eight to ten inches."

"I want to try," Newton said. We had a deal. Both Bro and Bubba gave me a
poke.  They were enthusiastic and enjoyed it, but they both had a short
fuse. Bubba had one hell of an orgasm. I think you could have heard him
bellow several counties away. Bro, by contrast, got affectionate when he
popped. We had a hot make out session as he filled my ass. I'm not sure he
knew it, but I guessed using his bud's sperm as a lubricant was a real turn
on. Calhoun took longer to shoot.  He had relaxed since the last time he
fucked me and it was good.  It was Newton's turn.

"I'm embarrassed," Newton said. "I've never done anything like this. I'm
afraid the guys will make fun of me."

"You just spent the last fifteen minutes watching my asshole take three
cocks and your pals popping their nuts," I said. "I wouldn't worry about
them watching you."

"Okay," he said without enthusiasm.

"I don't stick my cock any where it's not wanted," I said to him. "You're
either going still be a virgin in an hour or you're going to be royally
fucked. I'm big; if you want I can get one of your pals to open you up? I
understand if you have changed your mind."

"I really want yours," Newton said. "It turns me on more than any cock I've
seen."

I smiled. "Have you seen that many?"

"At the gym here and at Dad's club," he said. "There were some nice ones,
but nothing like yours. I thought Coach Ruffman's cock was big.  One of my
Dad's pals, Mr. Godfrey, at the club is big too. He saw me looking and
didn't seem to mind.  I was afraid to get too close to him. I might get
hard. I talked to him once.  He told me to come back when I was 18." I got
Newton to lie back as he talked. Bubba, Bro and Calhoun were with the
program, and reassured Newton.

"I liked cock the first time I saw Bro's," Bubba said. "We were 14 or 15
and swimming. I took a look and then a lick. At the time I thought I was
the only cock loving man in the world. After meeting Bro I knew there were
two. I was in my twenties when I discovered there are millions of us. We
jumped in the sexual waters, one toe at a time. We had some silly rules
about who would do what to whom. We like it all now, or at least we thought
we liked it all until we met Will here. His view of what is possible is a
lot broader than ours."

As we talked, Calhoun got some oil and lubricated Newton's ass. Newton
liked that a lot. He stayed hard. Bubba and Bro began to get hard again
too.  They had recharged after shooting off in me.

"You know I have three loads in my ass," I said. "It may be a bit
messy. Calhoun, push your fingers in a little deeper, the more lubricant
the better it will be for Newton. For most guys the easiest way to get
fucked is to sit on it.  That way you control the show. Is that good with
you?"

Newton looked relieved. I got on the bed and he straddled my pole. He
centered his hole on my knob and tried to sit back. "Can I take my time
Sir?" he asked. I said sure.  He began to sit back. He bounced a little and
my knob eased in. A second later it was on the dark side of his
sphincter. Newton moaned. He rested a minute and then sat back more.

"Look at that fucker!" Bro whispered, "It's like watching the Washington
Monument slide into an ass."

"It hurts a little," Newton moaned.

"Sit up and try again" I said. "Guys, add some more lube to my cock.  That
will make it easier. How does his ass look, any blood?"

"No problem at all there," Calhoun said. "His hole still looks virginal."
Newton was a good sport and sat on my cock again. He got about half of my
tool in him. The third try was a total success. I got total penetration and
Newton was in heaven.  At least, I think he was in heaven. He couldn't
actually talk; he only moaned and gasped for air. He lasted for almost ten
minutes and, then he was obviously tired out.

Calhoun and Bubba helped him off my cock and let him rest up. He was wiped
out. The men were impressed.  None of us thought he would be able to take
it all. "How do you feel?"  I asked him.

"I feel empty. Can you do it again?" he asked.

"Would you let me fuck you?" Calhoun asked him. Newton agreed and they had
a good little session. Calhoun had a good cock, but it wasn't monumental."

"Would you like to have a cop shoot his sperm in your ass?" I
asked. "Calhoun is getting ripe." Again it was no problem. The cop shot off
immediately. When he pulled out I replaced him quickly. Newton's hole
hadn't quite closed up and I was an easy entry for me. I'm not one of those
men who think a little pain heightens the sexual high. I think a little
pleasure followed by a whole lot of pleasure is the way to go. He shivered,
twitched and a rotated his ass. Again, Newton couldn't talk when I was
pumping him, but I took his hands free orgasm as a sign of approval.

I pulled out, since usually heavy fucking after an orgasm is rarely a
pleasure. Bro came to me and sucked my cock and happily took my
load. Everyone had climaxed and we were mellow.

"Damn, that was hot," Bubba said. "Newton, I didn't think you could do
it. You have hidden talents. It was beautiful."

"How are you doing now?" I asked Newton.

"I couldn't be better. I didn't know I could feel so much," he said. He was
on his back with his legs spread.  His hole was puffy, but otherwise
fine. Bubba had some lube and rubbed the hole. He slipped is cock into the
unresisting opening.

"That's nice," Newton said. "It's kind of soothing."

"Do you have any pals who like to play?" Bro asked.

"Hell no," he replied. "I have one pal who is the most anti-gay guy in the
world, and his dad makes him seem moderate. I played with a guy in the park
once.  I was too scared to really enjoy it."

"Why do to have an anti-gay friend?" Bro asked. "Could I take a poke at you
too? Is four guys in your ass in one afternoon too much for you?"

"I could take eight!" Newton said. "At school I didn't fit in. Gerald was
the only one who seemed to like me. Gerald likes losers.  He's loaded. My
dad did well, but nothing like Gerald's dad."

"Is that important?" I asked.

"Well, when you've been nothing but a fuck-up all your life, it seems so,"
Newton replied. Bro's cock seemed to hit something really good in Newton's
ass. Bro's meat had a pronounce curve. Newton had been semi hard, but he
re-inflated to full size. Bro was the second man to shoot off in Newton's
hole.

I don't believe I've done this," Newton said. "You must think I'm a slut."

"How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, but I don't know if I should feel fine," he replied.

"Let me ask you a question," I said. "Who enjoyed it more, you or me?"

"I guess we both did," he muttered.

"We all did. You did; I did; Bubba, Bro and Calhoun did. If we all enjoyed
it, why is there a problem? Did we use you, or did you use our cocks to get
you to where you wanted to be? I suspect you have just discovered the
sexual equivalent of Technicolor."

Newton laughed, "It was I-max for me! It's strange, but I was wondering
what Mr. Godfrey's cock is like.  I didn't tell you about this, but when
Mr. Godfrey saw me watching, he stroked his cock.  He didn't get fully
hard, but it was nice."

"How does Gerald treat you?" I asked.  It was a stab in the dark.

"Okay," he replied. "He kind of treats me as a servant. He says I need to
be led."

"You need better friends," Bro said.

"Sometimes I'm not sure he is a friend," Newton admitted. "As long as you
do what the wants, he's happy. If you cross him he's nasty. He's like his
dad that way."

"It seem to me it's time for you to get new friends," I said.

"Maybe I have," Newton replied. Calhoun took me back to Randall and I did
my chores. It had been a good morning sexually, and I had a sense I had a
foot hold in the enemy camp. I wandered around St. Michael's and got the
lay of the land.  It wasn't as pretty as St. Cecilia's, but it was nice.
It looked as if it had once been a military school, and the buildings had a
fortified look. I saw Wilda-beast talking some prospective students and
their parents around. You could feel his energy across the quadrangle. One
of the families was Sikh. The turban was a dead giveaway.

"Will," Wilda-beast called out. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Dr. and Mrs. Singh have to meet with me for an hour, but their daughter
need to see Mrs. Putney. Could you escort here there?"

"Sure, is she to go to the house or the office?"

"I am to meet her at her residence," the girl said with an English accent.

"Let's go, it just a five minute walk," I said. We set off.

"Are you a hillbilly?" she asked.

"Technically no, but I'm probably close enough for most people," I
said. "I'm from the southern part of the state where the accents get
thicker."

"This is a pretty town, but I think it might be too quiet.  I was raised in
London," she said. "My parents need to go to India to take care of family
business for two years. They want us to continue our education here. Two
years is a long time."

"As far as I can tell, too quiet is better than too active," I said. "How
old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Too quiet is definitely good for you," I said. "It will give you a chance
to grow up and get use to being grown up."  We were at the headmaster's
house and Mrs. Putney was at the door waiting. I went to my apartment and
sat on the porch overlooking the school. All was well.

That night, I found a massive file from my office on my laptop.  They had
information on Gerald Milland III. He was very wealthy, due primarily to a
well managed inheritance. He was associated with several major conservative
groups. This was all well known.

My first big case had been a bombing undertaken by born-again whack jobs. I
had made contact with many anti-whack-job groups and individuals, so when
we searched for information on a person, we could dig way deep. Our
contacts were into whispers, suspicions and whiffs of scandal. Some of this
information isn't true, but it often points in a direction. One innuendo is
easily ignored; twenty is an entirely different matter.

Gerald III had a darker side. He was on a watch list for his support of
some ultra conservative groups. He wasn't the front man; he was a secret
financial supporter for them. Several of these were associated with violent
acts. These were mostly assaults, but there had been several murders and a
bombing of a clinic. One of these groups was the League of America, which
was on the fringe of the neo-Nazi movement.

He was also a member and financer of the Cranmer Society. I had never heard
of it, but it was a nasty operation. It was opposed to women's involvement
in church life, homosexuality, and the inclusion of non Anglos-Saxons in
the Episcopal Church.

The Cranmer society used innuendo, character assassination, blackmail and
slander as its primary weapons. They apparently chose to achieve moral
purity through sin. As far as I could tell, it had no particular theology,
but it seemed to be obsessively interested in sex.

Milland III had been married three times. Each wife had been younger than
her predecessor. He was currently unmarried and liked to spend a part of
the year in Thailand. He was believed to place a high value on
virginity. That value was said to be $5,000.00 to $7,000.00 a pop. He had
married his 18 year old last wife when he was fifty-five. He now preferred
oriental girls. Men who could afford that kind of money could afford to be
very discrete. His interests were for increasingly young girls and he was
believed to be into young adolescents.

Gerald III was associated with several media moguls, and donated generously
to political leaders. His name was known to few.  He sexual tastes were
indulged in distant and remote lands where women were little valued and
girls were regarded as a commodity. He employed an army of lawyers to
protect his name.

St. Cecelia's was by no means a center of leftist thought or even liberal
thought, but it did have some standards and wasn't reactionary. I suspected
to Gerald III educating women was a sin. He must have despised Mrs. Putney,
a woman in a leadership position. If he had heard a whisper of Douglass'
sexual inclinations, he would be exploiting it.

I wondered if his son Gerald IV was a spy, his man on the scene. Was he
reporting back to his dad? Apparently Gerald IV was the son of the first
wife. She committed suicide several years earlier.

From his behavior at the party, I realized he couldn't be conventionally
polite in a group. I assumed he was even worse in private. He struck me as
being out of control, a dangerous man. My Aunt's description of what was
going on at the school was similar to the Cranmer Society's modus operandi.

I had to be careful. I suspected Gerald III wasn't prone to notice servants
or maintenance men. A twenty foot long torpedo was enough to sink the
battleship Arizona at Pearl Harbor.  I hoped he was vulnerable to attack.

The next day was Sunday and I was to be at the Chapel for the service.  I
unlocked the doors and was available if I was needed. The Reverend Mr. John
Gilbert and he was useless when it came to turning on the air conditioning,
or the lights. I wondered if he could figure out how to turn the door
knob. He gave a nice short service aimed at the girls and related well to
them.

After the service, he showed me around the chapel. One of the windows in
the chapel depicted Archbishop Cranmer. I asked if he knew of the Cranmer
Society.

"How did you hear about them?" he asked.  I told him I had overheard one of
the boys mentioning it while he was cleaning up at the fire.


"You know the Archbishop was burned at the stake?" he asked.

"I'm not much up on church history," I truthfully replied.

"Cranmer had his strengths and weaknesses, but he wasn't crazy,"
Rev. Gilbert replied. "The Cranmer society is deeply flawed theologically,
and almost criminal in many respects. How they call themselves Christians
is beyond me. It's a secret society, you know."

"They have Episcopalian secret societies?"

"They certainly do not!" he replied. "I hate the idea of the Cranmer
Society being active in Virginia. Where ever it rears its ugly head discord
follows."