Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 12:02:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfsih Goes to  School 4

Catfish Goes to School 4

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

I went to lock up the chapel and as I locked the last door Rev. Gilbert's
wife was waiting for him.  They asked me for lunch, but I said I had to
stay on the school grounds. I was on call, so I wandered around the school
just to see if anything was amiss. All was quiet.  It was at the end of a
session and everyone was studying or working on project.  There were
rehearsals for a play in the school auditorium, and the music building was
active too.

"What are you doing here?" a man asked.

I turned to see who it was. "I work here," I said, "and you?"

"I've never seen you before," he said.

"I just started working as a janitor a week ago.  I live above the Putney's
garage."

"I was at a conference," the man said. "I'm Jeffrey Siegfried. I'm the head
of the science department and the chemistry teacher. You're the one that
called in the fire?"

"That's me."

"A friend of mine said he had just made a new acquaintance he thought I
might like. Do you know Barney, the art teacher at St. Michael's?" he
asked.

"I just met him a day ago. I was doing the clean up at the fire and he came
to help Anton." I replied.

"How is Anton?"

"He broke his wrist badly, but it's still better than being burned alive,"
I said. "I'm afraid I am the one who threw him out the window."

"You must be the man Barney told me about. He said you are a big man."

I smiled. "You noticed I'm tall!"

He laughed. "Well Barney told me big things come in small packages. How
about a cup of coffee? I live a block away." I said sure. Jeffry was a big
man. He must have been six feet four or so.

"You look like the kind of man I usually scare off. The security men here
are well meaning, but not intimidating," he said. "I walk around the school
several times a day."

"You make a regular patrol?"

"No I make a very irregular patrol," he replied. "No one can count on when
I will be about. Some of the girls like to sneak out to see boys or just be
bad. That's mostly harmless, but it only takes a single problem and the
school had big problems."

"I caught a peeping Tom last week," I said.

"Was it an older man?"

"No it was a kid from St. Thomas'," I said. "I scared him good." We were at
his house. It was a tall Victorian house with a corner tower in a more
modern neighborhood of unimpressive ranch houses. It was partially hidden
from the road by thick vegetation.  The older plantings were overgrown.
Jeffrey liked his landscaping natural.  A few pieces of furniture and many
books furnished the place. It looked as if it should have been dusty and
musty, but it was clean and fresh. One room was a green house filled with
plants and some things that must have been experiments.

He made a pot of coffee. And we sat in his laboratory-style kitchen. The
coffee was good. He told me he had seen glimpses of an older man near the
dorms and near the walk to Boarding House Row. Most of the students lived
in dormitories, but a street next to the school had become rooming houses
over the years. These had been around for almost a century and had almost
become informal sororities. They were not officially associated with the
school, but they were very much a part of the school's life.

"Up until a few years ago the boarding houses were about the same.
Mrs. Robinson's house has recently become quite snooty, and had been
causing trouble," Jeffry explained. "The school prided itself on the "We
are all sisters" approach, but we have a new group that seems to think
there are sisters and then there are better sisters."

"Everyone is equal, but some are more equal than others?"

"You hit the nail on the head," Jeffrey said. "It's odd.  The group puts a
high value on meeting and associating with the "right people" only, but
they are arch conservatives and firmly anti-Darwin. They equally firmly
believe in good breeding, but not in natural selection."

"Do they know that may result in a humanoid that can't see the ground
because their noses are so high in the air?" I asked.

Jeffrey laughed, "I'll have to use that line on them. It would be nice to
think it might get the point across. Several are vocally Christian, but
it's a form that does not require them to love their neighbors and show any
signs of charity. By the way, I think all cocks are equal too, but hope
some are more equal than others. Are you offended at my scientific
curiosity?"

I laughed. "I haven't heard anyone use the scientific curiosity line in a
while," I said. "It's nice to hear a golden oldie."

"Apparently, you don't take offence easily," Jeffry observed.

"When you look the way I do, it's best not to wear your heart on your
sleeve."

"You are laughing on the outside and crying on the inside?" he asked.

"Laughing on the outside, but not giving a shit on the inside," I
said. "When I was in grade school, my Uncle Jake said I was remarkably
self-confident and pleased with me in spite of considerable evidence to the
contrary."

"Did you like your parents and did they like you?"  Jeffry asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"That is the problem with many of our students. They are good looking,
intelligent girls with money and prospects, but many of their parents
wouldn't recognize them in a line up," he said. "Mrs. Putney emphasizes
being interested in our students and encouraging them to do better.  For
some of them this is the first time an adult has shown any interest in
them. It's a shame."

"Do the girls tend to get attached to the teachers?" I asked.

"Officially, I am courting the Librarian, Ms. Smith. We help each other
out. It's mutually convenient for us. She is attracted to older women. That
deflects most of the inappropriate attention," Jeffry explained. "I have a
taste for one night stands, often with the wrong kind of men. This is a
good place for me; I can't get into too much trouble here. You really hit
the spot for me."

"You like bad boys?"

"I like grungy looking men," he said. "Men who make me do what they want."

"I'm a poor play actor, but I do have my likes," I said. We went to his
bedroom and got naked. Jeffry Siegfried was your basic Nordic god, big,
muscular and impressive. He was so blond it was almost white, and his body
hair didn't show up on his chest. He had a closely trimmed beard.

"Let me show you the best part of the house," he said as he led me up a
narrow stair to the tower. It was a square room with tall windows on all
sides. We were standing naked in a room with a view of the entire town and
school.

"They are modern windows, with a mirrored film on them, no one can see in,"
he said. He was behind me and put his arms around me and rubbed his hard
cock on my back. "Damn you're ugly!"  I felt something warm squirt on my
back. He ejaculated a single volley,

"Why don't you lick that up like a nice boy," I ordered. He obeyed. "If
you're really good, I'll let you eat mine." We were off to the races. It
took me a while to find Jeffrey had a rich fantasy life, but a limited real
sex life. He had thought of many things and tried few.

He wasn't a daring man.  I think that was part of his interest in bad
boys. He lacked nerve, so he wanted to be pushed or forced into exploring
sex.  He also dreaded the possibility of meeting a sex partner in a
nonsexual situation, thus his interest in sex with rednecks. His sexual
relationship with Barney was all verbal and mostly on line.

Jeffrey was a nice man.  He seemed to be an all American Boy Scout type,
who discovered something unexpected in himself.  Intellectually he knew he
should explore it more, but he was too timid to jump in feet first.  He
wanted me to push him.

That I couldn't do. I may look like a redneck, but I am not a bad boy. I
didn't want to hurt him physically or emotionally. My introduction to the
world of man sex was good and enjoyable. No one tried to force me to do
anything I wasn't ready for. I wanted to take my time and make sure he was
ready.

One part of Jeffrey was ready; his cock was rock hard and over ripe. He had
an average cock and oversized balls.  I sucked him for a solid thirty
seconds before the entire contents of his balls was in my mouth. I didn't
swallow. I saved it.  When he finished, I kissed him. I assumed he had
tasted his own man seed, but he never had a mouthful; his cock spurted once
more.

"I'm wiped out," he said once we broke apart.

"While you rest up, why don't you nurse on my cock for a while," I said.
He didn't look too willing. "Do it!" I ordered.  I sat on a window seat and
he took my cock into his mouth. I was less than half hard to he could take
most of it. He was a bit squeamish, he liked the shaft, but uneasy around
the puckered foreskin and the knob it enshrouded.

"Get your tongue into the pucker," I ordered."It may be a bit gamey, but
man taste's can only be so bad. I think Little Miss Muffet could have been
more enthusiastic than Jeffrey. "Get it in deep. I want your tongue to lick
my entire knob."



Jeffrey was uneasy, but obedient. After a minute or so he got more
enthusiastic. After three minutes he was into it big time, and I began to
ooze precum. Precum is an aphrodisiac for me, and it acted the same way for
Jeffrey. He was hard again. By now he had forgotten the shaft and
concentrated on the knob.  I got him on the floor and we got in the
sixty-nine position.

"How much of it can you take?" I asked.

Jeffrey apparently had a detachable jaw; he took it all. He could take it
and he liked it.  He shot off again. He was wiped out a second time, but I
wasn't done.  I got some lube and worked a finger into his ass.  He later
told me this was the first time anyone had done that.  He thought this was
in preparation for fucking him.

I actually wanted massage his prostate. It was exactly a finger's length
inside his ass, and was plump and soft. I got a finger on each side and
played.  Jeffrey went crazy.  He couldn't breathe; his eyes crossed. We
quickly progressed from the gentle massage to a buff and shine once the
organ filled with his genital juices in anticipation of another orgasm. I
knew he was going to shoot off again so I engulfed his cock. It was more
spectacular than his previous two climaxes.

"Jeffrey I need to be getting on home, but I need to get off. I'm a top and
I'd love to shove my cock in your ass and deposit it ten inches in your
ass, but it's been a long day for you already. Why don't just relax, open
your mouth and I'll do some target practice."

He looked tired but he opened his mouth. I stroked my cock a few times and
popped. The first ribbon of sperm hit the back of his mouth and went
directly down his throat. He quickly swallowed my cock and took every
drop. He sucked me for a good ten minutes, until I was soft and he was sure
there was no more of my sperm left.

 We went down stairs, got dressed and were talking quietly on his porch
when we heard a scream. It was a man's scream of pain. We rushed to the
street. Three men were attacking another. I recognized the car as the one
used several days earlier in the incident with Mrs. Elliott.

"What in hell is going on, you mother-fuckers!" I bellowed. I'm a deep base
and sound like Sam Elliot. I don't think they saw me. They saw all six-feet
five of Jeffrey charging at them. They raced to the car.

"Help the victim, Jeffrey. I'll do the perps!" I yelled. One was slower and
I almost got him. He was a good 250 pounds, so I was at a bit of a
disadvantage. He also had a knife. Jeffrey had a cell phone and dialed
911. I had a tussle with the perp. I jumped on his back, He got hold of me
and literally picked me up and tossed me into some bushes. That was when I
got his shoulder. He lost control of the arm and he stabbed himself. I
landed in thorn bushes and it took too long for me to get out to make a
second attack. The car raced away with the perps inside.  I heard the
sirens as they left.

The victim was badly hurt. There was blood everywhere. Mom is a nurse and I
had some first aid knowledge. Jeffrey had been a corpsman in the army. I
applied pressure to a bad gash in the victim's leg; Jeffrey worked on a cut
of the arm and neck.

"Jeffrey, it's you," the victim said.  It was Douglass Putney. He was
covered in blood, so I hadn't recognized him.

The Police Chief and Patrolman Calhoun arrived simultaneously. Calhoun had
first aid training and he took care of another bad gash. Blood was still
spurting everywhere. Neighbors appeared. "Were the muggers in that fucking
black car?" a redneck man he asked.

"Yes, I didn't even get a license plate number," I said.

"I'll get him!" he said as a high powered Dodge car appeared. It raced off
Duke of Hazard style. The Chief called in an all points bulletin. The
rescue squad arrived. It was a madhouse, but the Rescue Squad knew their
business. They called in a med-evac copter to take Douglass to UVA
hospital.  They had a major trauma center.

Mrs. Putney arrived in time to go with her husband. She asked me to stay in
the house to answer calls. The schools information office was away for the
weekend. Jeffry, Calhoun and I looked like creatures from a Steven King
movie. We were covered in blood, mostly Douglass', but with some of my own
from the thorn bush. When I saw her get into the copter, I noticed from a
distance she looked like Mrs. Elliott. I mentioned that to the Police
Chief.

We gave statements to the Chief and then to the State Police.  The rednecks
returned. The almost caught up with the car, but got cut off by a freight
train.  They did have a make. It was a 1998 Crown Victoria police special,
and the license was from Pennsylvania. It was heading into the Blue Ridge
when they lost it.

I had one area of blood on my shirt that could have been from the perps'
cut. My shirt went off to the crime lab. One of the rescue squad men took
me to my apartment to help me clean up. He had a first aid kit with him so
he could clean any wounds I might have received. His name was Carlton. He
was a country boy with a thick accent I had trouble understanding. His car
seats were covered with blankets for his dogs, so he wasn't worried about
blood making a mess.

When I saw myself in the mirror, I almost scared myself. Carlton had to
help me in the shower. I couldn't see, or reach many of the bloody
spots. Carlton was a blond, scarecrow-like looking man, except dirty blond
hair replaced the straw. He was all business until I was cleaned up. He
wasn't the shy type and he liked what he saw when I was naked.

"Damn, I thought I had a good one, but you take the cake," he said. "I've
got the length, but you have some real meat."

"It makes up or my physical beauty," I said. "It's fun too."

"Well, I did notice you're almost as pretty as I am," Carlton
admitted. "You do look a little better without the caked blood, but it's
not enough better to make you a stud muffin. Does your cock cause riots in
the locker room?"

"Only when the men there are open minded," I said.

Carton looked me in the eye. "I'm pretty open minded myself. I never mix
business and pleasure, but if I stopped in a day or two to see how you're
doing, would you mind?"

"That would be nice," I said.

"I'd put on two undershirts and not sit in upholstered furniture for a day
or two," he said. "I'll give you my number. Give me a call if you're
feeling kind of funny. I think you're okay, but there might be some side
effects." He left and I went to the Putney's house.

The phone rang continuously for the next three hours. I talked with their
son and daughter who were going directly to Charlottesville. The
Headmistress of the Upper School called and said she was on her way. She
was second in command. The information officer could not be reached. She
was somewhere in New York City.

The Putney's maid and the cook they used for special envents came the
house. The maid was an impressive black woman named Rosa. She did not think
much of me until she found I had interrupted the attack. "I will get the
house ready for guests. I know what to do," she said. Rosa called her
daughter for additional help, and called the building and grounds
department to make sure the yard looked good.

"Mrs. Putney says if there's trouble, look your best," Rosa said. She and
the cook got ready for guests. Several students I recognized from the party
appeared to say they were ready to help.  Rosa's daughter lived nearby. She
was a school teacher who had gone to the school and knew everyone. She took
care of the phone.

Ms. Simmons, the Headmistress of the Upper School arrived at 3:00. The
schools senior staff joined her as did the board members who lived nearest
to the school.  Wilda-beast joined the group. They decided to have an
official announcement to the school at 7:00 in the chapel. I told them what
had happened as far as I knew.

I suggested they ask that no girls should go out alone, and preferably in
groups of three or four until the assailants were found.  Ms. Simons said
that was reasonable. Wilda-beast said St. Thomas would have a school
meeting at 9:00. Ms. Simons would preside at both meetings.

"Is this overkill?" Ms. Smith, the librarian, asked. "Could this be a
random mugging gone bad?"

No one said anything.  "This was a vicious attack clearly intended to
murder the victim.  It was in broad daylight on a public street," I
said. "Muggers rarely murder their victims. I think we have to assume the
worst, prepare for the worst and hope we are mistaken."

"Should we take precautions as teachers?" a woman asked.

"Oh yes," I said.

The Police Chief had joined the meeting. "Let me interject myself, if I
may," he said. "We must assume this is a premeditated attack, intended to
kill Mr. Putney.  There is a chance they were after someone else, but I
doubt it. Sometimes the trailer trash gets restless, but no one would
mistake Mr. Putney as a good old boy. This is both an unusual and dangerous
situation.  I would recommend St. Thomas' make the same precautions."

"Will went after the men and almost caught one. Will did inflict some
damage on the punk, but that man picked Will up and threw him in the air 15
feet," Jeffrey said. "Will may not be a giant, but not many men could do
it. We need to do everything possible to protect ourselves. One or two
young girls won't cut the mustard if they run into those men."

The meeting broke up. Ms. Simmons asked if I would speak at the meeting.  I
suggested Mr. Siegfried would be more comforting to the students. She
agreed. We I got up to leave my wounds were beginning to hurt and bleed
some.

"Don't drip on the upholstery! It's yellow; I'll never get that clean!"
Rosa said. She rushed in with a washcloth. She wiped up the chair. It was a
wooden back dining room chair and the wood was a bit bloody, but it hadn't
got to the seat.

It hurt when I got up. "I seem to be a bit stiff." I said. The Gym teacher
took me to the kitchen and took off my tee shirt as Rosa went to get a
clean shirt from Mr. Putney's dresser.

"You are going to be one unhappy man tomorrow," the gym teacher said. "You
are bruised from head to toe." One of the board members, Dr. Ellen Wisher,
came in to look me over. She checked and said nothing appeared to be
broken.

"I'm a gynecologist, so you aren't my normal patient, but I think you will
be fine. That is except for the pain. You should feel better in a week,"
she said. "What did you do to the assailant?"

"I think I dislocated his shoulder. That neutralized his knife and he cut
himself," I said.

"There must be more to you than meets the eye," she said as she left.

We got word Mr. Putney was in critical condition, but was now
stable. Jeffrey, Calhoun and my efforts had saved him for almost certain
death from blood loss.

We went to the chapel and Ms. Simmons did a good job. She was clear, firm
and in control. She was not an alarmist and her calm approach spread among
the excited students. The phone lines were clogged, but Simmons said she
would send out an e mailed up-date to the students and their parents every
time there was something new to report.

She turned the meeting over to Jeffrey to give an eye witness report. He
was calm and clear.

She concluded, "Let me assure you, I will send out only 100% verifiable and
true reports. There will be no rumors, guesses or suppositions. Don't
believe anything you hear unless it comes from me. I have set out clear
rules for what you are to do until this situation is resolved. I expect
100% compliance for you the students and the faculty."

The Chair of the board spoke next. "I think you understand the quick, and
might I say, brave, actions of Dr. Siegfried and our new janitor Will
Noland have saved us from a great tragedy. We must pray that the skills of
gifted doctors and our prayers will speed Mr. Putney's recovery. Let me
emphasize two things. One is quick action. If you see something suspicious,
call the police at once. It is better to be safe than sorry."

Secondly, things are difficult enough without making of stories or idle
speculations. Dr. Siegfried and Mr. Noland are eye witnesses and the heroes
of the event. They can tell you exactly what happened.  They will not sugar
coat it. The entire resources of the school, the Town of Randall,
Rockmountian County and the State are concentrating on this crime. You will
see Town Police, County deputies and State troopers around the campus. Let
them do their jobs." She ended her talk with a prayer for Douglass's
recovery.

Several of the students who had worked on the fire clean up came over to me
and thanked me. I was off to St. Thomas's to repeat the presentations.
Wilda-Beast and Ms. Simmons were well matched. They had several board
members in attendance too. Gerald III was no among them.  Newton was there,
but Gerald IV wasn't. That surprised me.

Near the end of the meeting two elderly ladies entered the room. It took me
a second or two to realize it was my mother and Aunt Sarah. The cavalry had
arrived. Mom is a retired nurse, and she wanted to see exactly what
happened to me. I had not realized the school telegraph system worked as
fast as it did. The word they got was that Mr. Putney was almost killed and
I was injured.

That I was sitting up and walking was good. Mom did not take my blood
stained shirt well.