Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2016 16:37:36 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish Goes to  Tinseltown 4

Catfish Goes to Tinseltown 4

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you do not like that, DO NOT
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.  I have made no effort
to portray safe sex practices. If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com

Two options were open. The revenge motive seemed to diminish as I looked
deeper into the potentially aggrieved parties. The real estate motive was
getting stronger. Big bucks are always a good motive and is often
associated with arson.  The connection with Boy Bomber could have been a
set up to misdirect.

I called the arson investigators. The new fire fit the profile of a
well-known arsonist the called the Clearance Man. He was a professional,
for pay man who helped business men get rid of problematic properties.

Murder had not beem associated with the fires. The arsonist preferred
damage, not death. This complicated things. Was the PR man the true victim?
Perhaps Juan's caught the murderer in the act as was killed as a cover up.

Milton Dennis was a middle aged gay man known as Milly to his friends. He
had been an important man is his younger days, but had settled down with
his lover. He knew everyone and he had slept with anyone who was willing or
needy. I went to visit Milly's partner, John. John was a retired Gym
Teacher.

John was a heavy set, tall man. I guessed he coached football or wrestling
for a high school team. He wasn't muscular anymore, but he made an effort
to keep in shape. He was the husband and Milly was his wife. He had been
told that Milly had been murdered.

"Do you have any I idea who or why he was killed?" I asked.

"I have no idea who, but it is a good guess that Milly knew something
dangerous," John said. "Milly like to know stuff. He was a gossip and
collected information. He didn't exactly blackmail people, but he used
information for his own advantage."

"He wasn't a vicious man, but some may have been uneasy about what he knew
and what he might say," John explained. "The studio used him to spread
information, to get rumors going. He was good at that. By the way, you look
familiar. Have we met? Have you been in the movies?"

"I've never been in a movie. I was in a video a few times," I said.

"Were you wearing a mask and hung like Trigger?" he asked.

"There wasn't much character development in those videos," I said.

John laughed. "There was some suspense. Would you get in in and would you
split him in half, as I recall?" he said. "John would have loved to take a
ride on your cock. He was a size queen too; he was not a shrinking violet
sexually."

"Did that bother you?" I asked.

"At first it did. I had never met anyone like him. Eventually, I told him
to bring the guys home and we could share," John said. "That worked out for
us. We barebacked, the guest used a condom. I loved it when I bred him. He
loved it too."

"Any recent, unusual occurrences that stand out?" I asked.

"He was going to retire and write his memoirs," John said. "They were to be
the ultimate tell all book."

"That may have scared people," I observed.

John laughed again. "Milly was a lot better about planning things than
doing them. No one who knew him would have thought the book would ever be
written." The doorbell rang. It was a friend who wanted to express
condolences.

"Catfish, this is Thompson Denver, he was one of Milly best friends," John
said.  We shook hands. "You may have seen Catfish in one of those
amateurish videos Milly liked."

"Are you the furry guy with the big dick?" Thompson asked. I nodded. "Some
videos are too slick for me. That wasn't your problem; it was all plain old
sex from the start. I like that."

"I don't think they spent much on the scriptwriter," I said. Thompson and
John laughed. We talked briefly and I got ready to leave.

"I would love some show and tell before you leave. I've never been with a
porn actor before." Thompson said. "Is that a problem, John?"

"Hell no!" John replied. A few minutes later we were in his bedroom naked
and checking each other out.

"Is porn just a job for you, or do you get emotionally involved?" Thompson
asked.

"Well, it depends on what you mean by emotional," I said. "I don't fall in
love with the guy I'm fucking, but when you are physically connected, you
do become affectionate. I do get pleased if I fuck him to an
orgasm. Sometimes I get real affectionate when we shoot together.  I think
that is natural. Did you feel that with Milly?"

"At first he was just and easy lay. He was easy and a bit of an energizer
bunny sexually. He was always willing. I got to like him," Thompson
said. "I was relieved when he connected with John. Milly calmed down after
they met."

"It was all sex at first, but Milly's ass was the perfect fit for my cock,"
John explained. "I had limited sexual experience before Milly. He was
always willing and available. I couldn't believe the sex was so good." he
paused. "Do you ever use fake cum in the videos?"

"Nope, I make my own. Some of the men I worked with eat the stuff.  Fake
cum didn't work for them. I have some control, so I can shoot on the hole
first and then plant it. I shoot pretty vigorously and the camera men loved
that. The splatter on the hole is easy to photograph and the men who buy
the video know it is real."

As we talked Thomson and John's eyes were mostly focused on my cock, as
they stroked their tools. John's was over seven inches. Thompson had a butt
plug type cock.

"Damn, I like to have sex with you. Are you all top?" Thompson asked. "John
are I are both tops. I am bottom curious."

"Have you taken a big one before?" I asked.

"That is why I am curious," Thompson replied.

"Why don't I start with a little anal exploration," I suggested. "Are you
and John close? This may get a bit intense."

"I'm not the shy type," Thompson said.

"That is an understatement," John said. "Let's just go with the flow and
see what cock is where in a half hour?" That was fine with all of us.

Thompson underestimated his sexual skills. Thompson was tight, but a lot of
lube and some poppers opened him up. Once I was fully lodged in him, he
went into sexual haze. He was fully erect, twitching and moaning. His ass
wasn't virgin, and he was excited when my cock found some new spots.

After a little while, John took a turn. His butt plug only reached
Thompson's prostate, but that was enough to keep Thompson
twitching. Thompson mentioned he liked feeling the cock that had fucked his
pal for years. Thompson had an appointment and left.

A half hour later the doorbell rang again. John dressed and answered the
door as I stayed in the bedroom. John returned to the bedroom with two men,
Rodney and Spike. Rodney was another one of Milly's friends; Spike was his
protégé. Rodney introduced himself as the Porn King. Spike was smooth
muscleman who Rodney introduced as his next big star. They were undressing
as they entered the room.

Rodney looked at me as if he were a butcher buying meat. When he saw my
cock, he manner changed.

"I don't do rough trade, but I might use your cock for a guest appearance,"
he said.

"Shit, that's a big one," Spike observed.

"Do you top?" Rodney asked. He was not much on small talk or the social
graces. He didn't even say hello.

"I top when I find a hole that can take it," I replied. I can be direct
too.

"Do you think you could take that?" Rodney asked Spike.

"I don't know daddy," Spike answered. "Do you want me to try?" We all sat
on the bed naked and talking. Rodney had been teaching Spike to bottom. He
said it would be good for his career. Rodney was talking mostly with John.
I talked with Spike.

Spike was nice guy with a great body but wasn't bright. He worked nights at
a supermarket stocking shelves. He was at the beach during the day. Spike
liked man sex and porn was exciting compared to stocking the canned
vegetables. He had met with Milly the day before he died. Milly liked to
talk while being fucked.

Spike told me that Milly had a good, tight ass. Milly had let him shoot off
in his ass; Spike liked that. He usually had to pull out so the cameraman
could film the orgasm. Milly had been exited and mentioned Malcomb
Dewey. Spike told him he was thinking about auditioning for Malcomb's
studio.  Milly told him to avoid that, he had discovered that Boy Bomber
had been planned as a failure. It had been a scam to entice investors. It
was a classic "Producers" type scam. While the studio saw Boy Bomber as a
failure, the Chairman of the Board had made big bucks.

Milly said the joke was on the Chairman. One of the investors was the son
of a Sheik. It was his first effort to become a Hollywood big shot and it
embarrassed him when it failed. If he found out it was a scam, he was not
the forgiving type. Malcomb had certainly landed on his feet and seemed
happy running a "talent" agency.

It was getting late, so I got dressed and left at the same time as Rodney
and Spike. As we left Rodney asked if I would have dinner with them. I said
sure and we went to his house in the hills

Rodney's conversation was interesting. He didn't like Malcomb saying that
his "talent" was overpriced and under talented. I knew it was essentially a
prostitution scheme. I assumed blackmail or the threat of blackmail for his
wealthy clients was a part of the scheme. I caught Rodney looking at
Spike. Spike was exceptionally good looking, there was affection in
Rodney's glances.

Rodney told me that Malcomb had a secret production company called B&B.
The stood for black and blue. It dealt with rough trade and
masochism. There were stories that former convicts, drug addicts and street
trade made up the staff. Several men had been hurt when the shoots became
too realistic. This videos were sold to a select clientele at a high price.

"I've never hurt anyone on purpose. I used to have a problem with men who
had smaller assholes than their fantasies," I explained. "That doesn't
happen much anymore. I can usually can spot that type."

"How do you do that?" Spike asked.

"When a guy is too eager and says he wouldn't have a problem, I worry," I
explained. "If a guy asks me to be careful, he usually has enough
experience to know his limits, and knows he has limits."  When we reached
the house Rodney went to make dinner. He had a huge gas grill and open air
kitchen on the side of a terrace overlooking the city. We had a few drinks
as he cooked.

"Rodney likes to watch me squirm on a cock and get all sweaty," Spike
whispered to me.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"I used to think that Rodney was a flake, but he's really a nice guy. I
like to keep him happy," Spike replied. "I like to show off while I'm
naked. I normally top. The camera men like me because I have a long one;
it's easy to photograph. Rodney says I will get more video roles if I'm
versatile. He says the buyers like watching me take a cock in the ass. It
is good jerk off material."

"You're probably right about that," I said. "Does Rodney fuck you?"

Spike smiled, "Usually, I fuck him, but I've taken him a few times. It was
better than I thought it would be. I wouldn't mind trying a big one."
Rodney had dinner of steaks and salads ready shortly. Most had been
prepared earlier, but it was all good.  The steaks were not the meat you
find in a Walmart.

We went to the hot tub next. I knew the routine. Rodney asked if I was up
for some fun. I said I was always ready, but told him that I didn't like
any limits, liked my fun sweaty and cum filled.  "Is Spike off limits?" I
asked. Roger said no. Then I asked if any parts of Spike were off
limits. Rodney said that wasn't a problem either. Spike got hard.

A little later. Spike was on his back and Rodney was holding his legs
open. My cock was one size bigger than Spike's ass so it was a snug
fit. Luckily, just at the point when it was becoming too much for him, my
cock head rammed his prostate and all was well. I gave the little gland a
massage and then went deep. All was well.

When that happened, Rodney fed his cock to Spike and leaned over to suck
his cock. He wasn't that interested in the cock; he wanted a closer view of
my cock in Spike's ass. I think I was a challenge for Spike, but I felt him
relax after five or six minutes.

I was making deep strokes, pulling out and the going as deep as I
could. Spike's sphincter adapted to the invader and all was well. I was
good for Spike and me; it was even better for Rodney. He liked to watch. I
thought he was a classic voyeur. I shot off and them went back to the
motel.

I now had a possible motive for Milly's death. I called Ed, the detective
in charge as asked if he could investigate the investors in Boy Bomber. I
had a feeling that the pranks were red herrings, misdirecting us to the
wrong suspects. I also told them about Apex Studios and B & B Studios. I
went to bed.

The next morning, I had a call from Colby at Apex Studios. He wanted to
talk me about doing a scene for him. I said I would come by at three that
afternoon.  I then went to see Maury. He was busy with the movie. Maury was
an energizer bunny type; he had the studio working full time on the movie
losing only one day of work due to the fire. Security in the studio was
very evident, as was both the city police and the fire department.

After the first fire, Maury insisted that anything that could burn be
backed up on a remote server. That drove everyone crazy, especially the set
and costume designers who had to scan all their work each night before they
went home. Maury was a hero after the second fire. Maury was a leader of
men; Mrs. Boot was unflappable; she became more efficient in a
disaster. Brenda, Phil and Rocky were troopers. Brenda and Phil were strong
people; Rocky was too dense to notice the fire, so the movie was proceeding
at a good pace.

I reviewed he script and made it less Hillbilly and more old time
country. It also became more natural and less Petticoat Junction. It was a
good day for me.  I went to the Apex office at three. Colby had a role for
me. I was to play the old reprobate who teaches some young guys a lesson
though what might be described as forcible anal therapy.

I told Colby that I could do it. Anything resembling sadism or masochism
turned me off and I couldn't get hard. He said it would just be acting. I
told him I had run into masochist before and as soon anyone asked me to
spank or whip them I lost my erection.

"What if you are an old reprobate uncle who shows his nephews what real man
sex is like?" Colby asked. I said that might work.

"Do you have any nephews you have trained?" he asked.

"No, but I have played with younger guys, never a minor, but they were
younger," I said. "I looked old as shit when I was 24. I never looked
young. These nephews will be adult?"

Colby laughed, "Yes thy will be twenty or older. So, you were born bald and
hairy and you liked the look?"

"Let's just say, no one asked me to be in a teenybopper band," I replied.

"Have you popped a virgin?" he asked.

"I guess I have done that a few times, but my cock doesn't come with
training wheels. I like men with some mileage on them," I said. "I have a
friend who says my cock is for post-graduate studies."

Colby looked me in the eye.  "I'm ready for post graduate work," he said in
almost a whisper. "I watched you with Malcomb's friends the other day. It
was hot. Malcomb doesn't let me play with the help. He wanted you guys to
spend all you time with the investors. Can you help me out?" I had no
desire to extend my porn career, but I didn't mind getting closer to the
chief suspects' pal.

"I don't mind helping a man in need," I said.

"Let's go to my private office," he said. We went out a rear door and went
upstairs to an apartment. "Do keep this private. Malcomb doesn't like me to
stray."

"Are you lovers?" I asked.

"No, he just feels that his employees belong to him. He wants to pick my
sexual partners. A few of his investors like me a lot. He wants me to
concentrate on them."

"If I told you that was really strange, would you be shocked?" I asked. By
then Colby had undressed and he didn't reply. I had thought Colby was
Malcomb's close retainer. He was just a put upon employee.

Colby was 100% preppy from head to toe, manscaped, tanned and rested. It
seemed a shame to get him all hot and sweaty. Colby was ready. He jumped on
the bed and open the bedside table to reveal lubricant, poppers and a few
dildos and butt plugs. I straddled his head and fed him my cock. a little
later I rotated and we 69ed. He had a nice, average cock, and was oozing
rich, sweet ball juice. I hadn't been that enthusiastic until I tasted the
ooze.

I reached for the lube, and moved so I could suck him while lubricating his
ass. His hole was tight. I worked one finger in and then a second. That
dramatically increased the precum flow and my enthusiasm. I had a finger on
each side of the prostate and squeezed it a little. I wanted to stimulate
him but no induce an orgasm until my cock did the honors.

I pulled my fingers out and lubricated my cock. after placing his legs on
my shoulders, I eased my tool into his lube slimed hole. I made a quick
thrust and buried it deep in Colby' ass. He gasped and then moaned. His ass
shrink wrapped itself to my cock. I jiggled my cock a little. Colby
relaxed. He had been ready for a prolonged invasion. A sneak attack
followed by total occupation undid him. He moved his ass a little making
movements rubbing his prostate against my shaft.

I began small pumping actions. After a little while I increased these
motions until I was deep fucking him.

"I can't take it anymore," he whispered. I pulled out and reinserted my
fingers. I didn't want his sphincter to close up.

"That was incredible," he moaned.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"I don't know. I can't get my head straight; it was so intense," he said. I
felt his prostate get rock hard, so I pivoted and was able to take is
entire load as he ejaculated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," he said.

"There is nothing be sorry about," I said. I rolled him on his side.  The
orgasm had relaxed him and my cock entered his ass easily. "Do you mind if
I just park my cock in your ass for while?" I asked. Colby squeezed his
sphincter.

We talked as I gently pulsed my cock. Colby liked sex, but wasn't a
whore. Some of Malcomb's "investors" thought he was one of the perks of the
deal. Colby didn't like that. He had told Malcomb that. Malcomb told him
that he wanted the investors to concentrate on the shiny bauble and not on
the financial details. They thought he was a cock for hire and treated him
accordingly.

"You know Malcomb makes damn few movies, no real movies and damn few porn
videos. His production staff are actors. They are hired for a few hours
when the investors are in town," Colby explained. "He takes pictures, so no
one complains."

"Is it blackmail?" I asked.

"It is more of a veiled threat," Colby answered. "You know what a sex
session with the investors is like. If a business partner or a wife were to
see them, most of those men would be ruined."

I now knew the scam, and had motives galore. As I thought about it, I had a
spectacular orgasm in Colby's ass. He could feel me ejaculating. I was
inwardly pleased that I could carry on a conversation, do some detecting,
and shoot off at the same time.  I stopped talking and detecting to enjoy
the orgasm.