Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2007 23:57:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Goes To Washington 6  Corrected

Catfish Goes to Washington 6

by Bald Hairy Man

If you are underage or if gay sex offends you, Don't read this story.  If
you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com

The blackmail machine was out of operation for a short while. I felt good
about that, but there was more to do. I went into the club and found
Carlton at the main desk.

"Where's the night watchman" I asked.

"He didn't show up," Carlton said. "I get to pinch hit."

"Do you have a full house tonight?" I asked.

"All except for the guest room and DeBoer's room," Carlton said. "He's in
New York for an early morning talk program."

"Have you ever been in his room?" I asked.

"Nope," he replied.

"Want to take a look?" I asked.

"How would.  You get in? "

"If you would like to stand shotgun, I might be able to get in the room," I
said. "If worse comes to worse, you can catch me."

Carlton smiled at me. "Room 7," he said. We went up stairs to room 7. It
was at the end of the hall and apart from the other rooms. It had a modern
lock, but I had the manufacturer"s master key. We had a retired locksmith
working for Catfish & Company. I had learned a lot from him.  The door
opened easily after two or three minutes of fiddling.  I opened the door
slowly. There is always the chance someone was in the room.

The room was empty. The bedroom was a plain old bedroom with nothing out of
the ordinary. A door led to a second room. This apparently originally had
been a small apartment for a servant.  The second room was filled with
computers and monitors.  To one side was a big mass storage device.  The
computers were sleeping. I jiggled a mouse and one of the computers came to
life.

I went to see if I could get a directory of the hard drives.  Unbelievably,
there was no password protection. DeBoer was very confident of the room=s
security. The files were simply named by dates. I clicked on yesterday=s
date. A media player popped up and I was looking at one of the older
members sucking Paul's cock. I pressed the skip button. I was watching
Lonnie fucking another member. Carlton came in the room and saw the
movie. "Oh shit!"  he exclaimed. "That's his game. A Voyeur."

I looked at him.  I must not have had my poker face on.

"It's worse than that, isn't it?" Carlton whispered. I nodded. "What can we
do?"

"There was a bad lightening strike here earlier.  It could have done some
damage," I said. I went to the bathroom, got a glass of water and poured
some into the computer. It shorted out. We left the room. Carlton returned
to the main desk.

It might not have stopped the recording, but it would take a while to fix
things. That would give me some time. The next day was uneventful. DeBoer
stayed in New York, so his computer problems were undiscovered. Carlton
came to see me and said DeBoer had called. "He wanted to know if there was
a problem with the phones," Carlton said. "I told him there had been a bad
electrical storm and there had been some problems. I said my computer modem
had burned out. I said modems were very susceptible to electric surges."

"You done good," I said.

"Do I get a reward for being good?" he asked.

"You sure do, but not here," I said. "I'll drop by your apartment." Carlton
left. That evening I went on a walk.  This was my best chance to make a
cell call to my office. I had gone a block when I realized a car was
following me. I went into a shop, got a coke and started to walk back to
the Club. The car was waiting. The car window rolled down.

"Taking the evening air?" a voice asked.  It was Thompson.  "The club gets
stuffy," I said.

"I live a few blocks away, would you like to join me for a drink?" he
asked. I said, "Okay," and joined him in the car. Thompson"s idea of a few
blocks wasn't mine. We were in Alexandria when he pulled into a garage
under a high rise condominium tower. We went up to the top floor. Thompson
had a penthouse apartment.


"I take it your wife is away?" I asked. He looked shocked. You could tell a
woman lived in the apartment, but he obviously didn't realize it was that
obvious.  "Don't worry, I'm not a kiss and tell kind of guy. I like fun.
I'm not looking to get married."

"I'm terrified of being outed," he said. "It would ruin me."





"As I said, I'm not looking to get married. Your life is your life, it's
none of my business," I said. "I was hoping we'd get naked and finish what
we started the other day."

"I'm not a very adventurous man," Thompson said. AI guess they call it
plain vanilla."  "There's nothing wrong with plain vanilla, as long as
there's enough of it," I said.  He smiled. We were headed for the
bedroom. Thompson was taking his shirt off as we walked. He was ready.

Thompson was hard by the time we got to his bedroom.  He was ready to
suck. He was not a novice, and he came close to deep throating me.  We got
on his bed and 69ed. He was hung thick rather than long and had a good pair
of balls. He was enthusiastic when he was sucking, but seemed disinterested
when he wasn't connected to my cock.

He was a heavy leaker. While he pretended to be cool and detached, his cock
and balls were fully involved.  They weren't playing it cool at all. We
were chatting during a break, when I got interested in his cock. Thompson's
beer can style cock stood straight up. Covered with my spit, I decided to
sit on it.

I caught him by surprise, but it was a pleasant surprise. It was a good fit
for me. I leaned forward and played with Thompson's tits. I immediately
felt him relax. As the tension drained from him, his cock twitched.  I had
found his on button.

Once I discovered his tits, I had him under my control. If he had a choice,
Thompson would have stayed cool, but I didn't give him that
chance. Thompson lost his dignity and his macho image, but he learned a lot
about his own sexuality. He also discovered what sex is like when you give
up on attitude and go with the flow.

He was a natural top, and soon I was on my back as he pounded me. At first
he was a pile driver, but when I played with his tits, he took his time.
Pulling out just before he shot, Thompson gave me a cum bath after fifteen
or twenty minutes if high quality ass time. We took a shower to clean up
and then returned to the bed.  He was sill hard, so I did a pole dance on
his cock and he went to the moon and back. He shot off big time in my
ass. He had a nice, slow landing and we talked.

"Do you bottom?" I asked.

"Shit, I've never fucked a guy before," he admitted.

"It seems to me you are handling the new experience well," I said. I found
out he was one of those men who loved his wife, but liked sex with
men. There were pictures of her, with his children all over the bedroom.
They were a handsome family.  As he got older, his taste for men
increased. From they way he talked, he was totally unprepared to deal with
his passion for men, except for deep feeling of guilt and depression.

He also possessed a strong sex drive. He wanted sex with men, but was
embarrassed and afraid if his desires. He was between a rock and a hard
cock. During the course of the conversation I found out he was a lobbyist
for a large defense contractor.

"Have you been a member of the Mandrake Club for long?" I asked.

"I'm not a member," he said. "As a matter of fact, some of my rival
lobbyists are members. I always thought they were cut throat competitors,
but they've been nice to me at the club."

"Are the waiters part of the club's membership services?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Thompson said. "Martin, the guy who had been with me at the
club, was really interested in having me meet Paul.  Paul wasn't my
cup-of-tea. I wouldn't normally do it, but Martin caught me at a horny
time.  Helen had just gone on European trip with our youngest daughter."

"Paul wasn't your cup of tea, but I am?" I asked.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect that," Thompson said. "Martin said
you were well hung and I was curious. He said you weren't much to look at,
but you were said to be hung like a fucking horse. You're more than I
expected."

"Handsome and dashing?"

He smiled.  "No one would mistake you for a girl," he said. "You're all
man."

"You like masculine men?"

"It seems that way to me," he said. "Unfortunately, I'm not a good judge of
who is, or is not gay.  I wouldn't have picked you out in a million
years. Can you tell?"

"Not always, but when I'm naked I usually find out fast," I said. "Although
some straight men are interested too."

"Odd, isn't it?"

"I think being interested in cock is natural. I"ll bet there was a lot of
interest in cocks when we were naked cavemen on a hunting trip," I
remarked. "On a long, dark and cold night your pal's cock would be both
interesting and fun."

Thompson laughed. "You"re an anthropologist? That seems like a stretch to
me."

"Let's face it. All men have the same equipment and most of us are
oversexed. Our sex organs are in easy reach and ain't it nice our prostates
are within a cock's length up our ass." I said. "Women are moody.  As far
as I can tell, men are ready 24-7."

Thompson sucked me for a while and I shot off. He like watching the jiz
spurt, then drool from my slit. My orgasm wasn't as spectacular as his, but
my cock looked like it had been sugar glazed when it was over.  As the
ejaculations diminished, he got close and stuck his tongue out to intercept
the cum.

He took my entire cock head into his mouth and pushed his tongue into the
slit to get the sperm when it was steamy and fresh from my balls. He was
hard as a rock again. He had a third visit to my ass.  I got back to the
club by 11:30.

I took the Metro back to the club.  It gave me a chance to call my office
and my client. I summarized my suspicions for Mr. Willamette. The Mandrake
Club was a center for right wing activity.  The membership had a high
percentage of military officers, defense industry executives, lobbyists and
fellow travelers. The sexual aspect of the club was known to few. You had
to be a real insider to know that.

Curiously, the military men were mostly of the armchair and theoretical
sort, or involved in procurement. I could smell money.  As far as I could
tell all of the members were conservative, so the blackmail wasn't intended
to embarrass or humiliate them. They were all on the same side.

"My son was working on advance stealth technology for the navy," Willamette
said, "That fits your profile. Was the blackmail intended to direct
contracts to specific companies?"

"That would be my guess," I said. "One more thing.  There is no evidence
that poor judgement, incompetence and out right steeling are an impediment
to job advancement in the armed forces.  Homosexuality is a career ender."

"My son wouldn't play ball?" he asked.

"That too is my guess, but it's also possible he found out about the
recording system. Maybe he told someone," I suggested. "He may have trusted
the wrong person.  Do you know any of his friends?"

"Why?  Do you think they betrayed him?"

"No, I was wondering about his taste in men," I answered. "The staff here
is weighted toward young looking men. In a blackmail situation, sex with a
boy would be more damning."

"I really don't know. He was an athlete in school. He wasn't good enough to
play varsity in college, but he was good in prep school, Mr. Willamette
said. "Most of the friends I met tended to be jocks."

I got back to the club and actually got a full nights sleep.  No one
dropped by. DeBoer returned and discovered the damaged equipment.  Carlton
reported to me that he was out of sorts and fuming. I was interested in
seeing who would come to fix them.

I was in the garden and saw men from the Capital Computer Co' go into the
room at the rear of Room 8. About ten minutes later DeBoer and his friend
came out. DeBoer looked as if he was fit to be tied.

"How long will it take to fix this fucking thing?" he screamed. I couldn't
hear the response, but DeBoer yelled, "A week!  You've got to be kidding! I
need it fixed in two days!" I couldn't hear the rest.  He must have calmed
down. He returned to the club.

Servants tend to disappear into the background. I all but vanish. I was
born to be innocuous. That day I was working on leveling up a brick path,
so I was on my knees. The men from the computer company walked around me as
they went about their work, but didn't pay any attention. One of the men
cell phoned his boss and explained the situation. They didn't know what had
happened but didn't suspect sabotage.

"I have no idea what happened out here in the carriage house," he
said. "Inside it's the fat guys fault. He eats and drinks at the
computer. He must have spilled something into it. He needs it done in two
days. Cost is no object."  The man on the other end said, "Thank you
Jesus," so loud I could hear it eight feet away.

I saw Carlton and asked if anyone special was coming in a day or
two. "Can't talk now," he said. "I talk to you later."

That afternoon the garden was a hive of activity as the computer people
rushed to fix the system. One of the computer technicians was a heavy-set,
bearded guy. He was built like a forty year old, but I soon realized he was
in his twenties.  He was the low man on the totem pole did most of the
heavy lifting. He noticed me.

The day turned warm, and my brick work was hard. He looked at me and my
hairy chest showing where I had unbuttoned my shirt.  "Damn you're a hairy
guy," he said.  He was drinking a Coke as he took a break.

"I'm hairy every where but on my eyes and tongue," I said.

He laughed. "Most girls hate hairy men," he said.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not much into girls," I said.

He looked at me and winked. "I guess you could say that about me," he
whispered. I smiled back. I'll be here most of the night," he said. "My
names Cal."

"I have a room in the basement.  I'm Noland," I said. He went back to
work. At five I cleaned up the sidewalk area and went to my room.  I think
Cal was watching.  He knocked on my door minute after I got in my
room. When I opened the door he looked confused. I was shirtless by then. I
guessed he had gotten up enough nerve to knock on the door, but had figured
out what to do next.

"Come on in," I said. Cal looked relieved and came in. He was wearing a
shirt with a company logo.  It was partially unbuttoned and showed off a
thick pelt of curly, dirty blond hair.

"Damn you're hairy," he said in want was almost a moan.

"I take it you like that?"

"Big time," he said. "Do you think maybe I could drop by later tonight?"he
asked. "Maybe we could get to know each other better?"

"I'm not much into social calls," I said. He looked crest fallen. "Unless
some hot sex is involved." Cal looked as if he had received and electric
shock. Then he smiled.

"Let me be straight with you," I said. "I'm a older guy who likes to run
things. I've got lots of friends and don't need more. I'm not looking for
an LTR, or planning to get married in Canada. I do like long, hot and
sweaty sex, no holes barred. I like it to last and get off."

"Do I get to get off too?" Cal whispered.

I laughed, "I can guarantee it," I said. "How long does it take for you to
recharge after you've popped your nut?"

"Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes."

"How many time can you shoot off in a night?"

"Four, maybe five times," Cal said. "That's jerking off.  I'm never done it
that many times with another guy."

"This may be your lucky day," I said.  He had to get back to work. I told
him I would be in my room after ten. Cal nodded and left.  It was five
o'clock now.  He was going to have the longest five hours of his life.

Ten minutes later the was another knock at my door.  I guessed it was Cal
who had lost his nerve, but it was Carlton. "I've only got a half hour," he
said. I was wearing only my jockies by then. He stripped at light speed and
sucked me until I was hard.  He was on his back with my cock tenderizing
his ass in five minutes.

I asked him if there were any special guests coming to the club in two
days. "Is room 8 booked?"

"There's a big shindig coming up.  The manager is handling it personally,"
Carlton said. "A luncheon at 12:00 for ten. The conference room is booked
too, as is room 8."

"Who's serving the lunch?" I asked. I was doing slow, deep strokes so
Carlton could think.

"Len, Paul and Henry are signed up," Carlton said. "Henry's a new
guy. You'd swear he was 14, but he's 25 and a piece of work. I thought I
like taking it in the ass, but he's a professional, 100% bottom, pig slut."

"What is the group?"

"That I don't know, but no pork is to be served," Carlton said. "Lewis says
it not a kosher lunch, so it probably some brand of Arab."  I picked up my
pace and Carton had a more than satisfactory orgasm. He returned to work.
I went out for dinner and got back by 9:00. The computer guys were still at
work in the garden. It was just Cal and another guy. It was a pleasant
night, so I sat in a corner of the garden.

At 9:30 Cal's sidekick left. I heard Cal saying, "I'll take care of the
rest of this.  You get home to Donna."  The other man left quickly. I
returned to my room. Cal appeared at 10:00 on the dot. I gave him a beer to
relax. "Is there any way I can take a shower?" he asked. It was too early
for the club locker room, but there was an undersized tub in my bath room
with a hand shower.  He went to the bath room and I heard the water
going. It was show and tell time, so I joined him.

Cal was a pleasant surprise. He looked as if he still had his baby fat, but
his heavy lifting must have turned it into muscle. He was solid. Cal was
hairy front, back and middle. I got in the tub.  There was barely room for
his massive body.  I solved that problem by getting on my knees and sucking
him. At first he was all balls and head. All three were apricot sized. He
was cut with a flared head that covered what ever shaft there was. The slit
was a good half inch wide and he spurted something sweet and sticky the
second my tongue touched it.

I was pretty happy with what I found, but it got better. Cal possessed a
perfect example of what I called a telescoping cock. As I sucked him, it
emerge inch by inch until he had a solid seven inches of rock hard man
meat. He jumped when I first touched his asshole, but the next time he was
okay with it.

"Let's get out of here," I said.  "We need to spread out some." We dried
off and went to the bedroom. Cal sat on the bed when he got his first good
view of my cock. The tub and bath were so tight it was hard to see.

"Jesus Christ, what in hell have I got myself into?" he exclaimed.

I laughed. "I take it you don't bottom much?" I asked.

"I've done it a few times, but never with anything like yours."

"I never shove it where it won't fit," I said. "You've got a nice wide
mouth."  He took the hint. Cal had not problem with my cock.  He was a big
man and he was able to deep throat me after a few tries. He was at the
upper limit of what I could deep throat, but I did it too. We both deep
throated together and Cal shot off.  His balls made a rich and creamy brew
and it was good.

His recharge time was 12 minutes. Cal returned to sucking me.