Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 18:38:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish moves to  Crestwood Acres

Catfish moves to Crestwood Acres

by Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, 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
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.


I've always looked older than my age. I was shaving by age 13 and bald by
18. I never looked young, but as I got older my looks stabilized. When I
went to a good barber a good haircut and trimmed beard could make me look a
little like Czar Nicholas.  With Fu Manchu and a ponytail, I became your
basic redneck nobody. I was careful to keep a low profile, and never got my
picture in the papers. I liked to work undercover and this suited me fine.

Catfish & Company kept a low profile, and this also suited me fine. Most of
the time we played back up for the run of the mill security companies. Most
of these provided security guards for malls and residential complexes in
Richmond. When they encountered something unusual, they would call us in.

I was surprised when Billy Masdon dropped by. He had never used us. And
though of his company, The Masdon Group was more than capable of handling
things on their own.

"I've got a problem," he said. "or at least I think it's a problem. We
handle security for Crestwood Acres."

"The wealthy and exclusive retirement community?" I asked.

"That's it." he replied. "it's fenced and has security fences. Any one
under 35 stands out like a sore thumb unless they're wearing the
development's uniform. There is no crime."

"So why are you here?"

"Sost of my men are old codgers, retired army or police men types," he
explained. "they get to know the residents well. A year or two ago one of
the residents died and left an estate that was a lot smaller than my men
had expected.  They chalked it up to a misunderstanding.  Last year another
one died and the deceased left his children less than they expected. A lot
less.  This year two more residents left disappointed family members."

"ill will can take it's toll," I said. "maybe the kids weren't as nice to
mom as they should have been."

"In two of the cases my men knew the parent and the children well," Billy
continued. "they seemed to be particularly close and devoted.  All of the
deceased were borderline Alzheimer. Early stages of dementia, but not
completely gone."

"Who runs the place?" I asked.

That's what worries me," Billy said. "I mentioned it to the Executive
director, Marvin Hammell, and to told me to forget it in no uncertain
terms. When I persisted, he mentioned he might be looking at another
security service.  I got the message."

"He's worried about bad publicity?"

"that might be it, but he's sort of the easy going, social butterfly type,"
Billy said. "he's worried about something.  I was hoping you might take a
gander at the place."

"How much money are we talking about?"

"In terms of cash on hand, the numbers aren't too large," Billy
said. "There have been some quite large checks made out to art galleries,
but there were no new paintings in the apartments. One of my men is into
art and he knows there were no signs of a $40,000.00 painting.  There have
also been checks made out to consultants."

"Consultants can charge a lot," I remarked.

Everyone who visits Crestwood must sign in and tell who they are visiting,"
Billy said. "the place is boring as shit. My men know if someone unusual
drops in.  there was no consultant type visiting."

"You're thinking someone inside Crestview Acres may have a consultants
costume in their locker?"  I asked. Billy nodded.

We talked and I agreed to join his operation as maintenance man. I would
see what I could sniff out. A week later I was wearing a Masdon Group
uniform and going through the gates of Crestview. It was halfway between
Richmond and Fredericsburg and somewhat isolated. The property was formerly
a 1000 acre plantation and the development sat in the middle of the
property. The original plantation house sat in the middle of the property
and was now the club house. The out buildings were converted into service
uses and a recreational center. The security and staff lockers were in a
small barn like m building next to the infirmary. The development had a
nurse on 24 hour call.

I was a grounds keeper and put in charge of pruning. I had done this for my
mother and Aunts and was good at it. This was a good way to get to know the
residents.  They were of an age that appreciated a well trimmed bush.  I
was also Anglo, while most ot the grounds staff were Mexican .  The
residents liked an English speaking man.

There was a staff locker room and showers. Everyone used an official
Crestwood Uniform that was provided by the development. If you got dirty
during the course of the day you were expected to change.  It was that sort
of a development. The upper level staff wore blazers, the rest of the staff
wore polo shirts and shorts. I guessed the residents were security oriented
and there was no way to hide stolen objects in the uniform. This worked out
well for me. While I couldn't carry off the family silver, I could hide my
family jewels either. Everyone knew I was well hung.

I was wondering who would be the first to snap at the bait. I was a bit
surprised when it turned out to be the daytime nurse, a beefy and butch man
named Glenn. He shared the same locker room, but wore whites, rather than
development colors of deep green shirts with khaki shorts.

We both started work at 8:00 and arrived a half hour early. Everyone else
got there ten minutes early with just enough time to change.  The first day
he just looked at me. He wasn't what you would call a outgoing guy. That
evening when we left he saw me dirty sweaty an with my bulge. The next day
he was clearly looking me over.

On the third day we talked.  We both lived in Richmond and he suggested we
might car pool.  It was a thirty mile drive and the gas was costing us. He
had warmed up a lot. That evening he was held up with a patient. I hung
around until he returned. Glen was surprised but pleased to see me.

"You're working late," he remarked.  "I bit off more than I could chew when
I trimmed on of those big boxwoods.  I had the trimming done by quiting
time, but the clean up took longer than I thought it would," I said. "You
can see the bush from the plantation house and I know the residents would
complain."

"They do like to complain, don't they?" Glenn asked as I stripped off my
Crestwood clothes.  When I got back he was still there.  We were alone in
the locker room.

"You've got a beauty there," he said as he stared at my cock. "I've got a
nice one, but it's nothing like yours."

"It's pretty, ain't it," I remarked. "It really does the trick if you've
got an itch in a hard to reach place."

Glenn smiled at me. "Big balls too. Filled up?"

I smiled at him. "It's a bit public here," I remarked.

"I know a place," Glenn said. "Follow me."

We went to the corner of the locker room and he unlocked a door I hadn't
noticed before. There was a small lounge area with a bed on one side. "This
was originally planned to be the women's lounge.  This was for the PMS
crowd. The women didn't want to share a locker with men men so they moved
the lounge, but left the room. It's a party room for the executive
director. He likes boys."

"He's not going to drop in, is he?"

" He's long gone.  This is his golf night," Glenn said. He was transfixed
as he stared at my cock. I peeled the skin back and exposed my head.

"Are you just a looker or are you a man of action?" I asked. "If this is
going to be a show and tell, i'd sure like to see what you have to show."
Glenn stripped off his scrub shirt and exposed his barrel chest.  He was
stocky, but muscular. He had a short stubble of hair on his chest.  It had
been shaved and was growing back. He hesitated.

"let's not stop short of the main attraction. Glenn dropped his pants. I
was afraid he hesitated because he wasn't as endowed much as me.  He had a
thick, six inch tube dangling from his crotch. He was uncut. It was a
keeper.  I dropped to my knees and took the soft tube of flesh in my
mouth. It too me a hole two or three seconds to get him hard.  If you could
get whiplash form a guy getting hard, I'd have gotten it.

His body was massive compared to mine. Glen reached over and picked me
up. He turned me upside down so I could suck him while he sucked me. I deep
throated him as he tried to take all of mine.  He didn't get all of it, but
he did get a lot. Glenn moved over to the bed and we laid down. He didn't
have much precum, but he was really excited. I was turned on and he was
milking me.

We stopped to get a breath of air.  "I take it , you're a virgin," I asked.

He laughed.  "I'm not exactly a virgin, but it's been a long while since I
was this turned on," Glenn said. "I've been in a drought, and the little
I've been getting hasn't come close to quenching my thirst"

"The executive director?"

"Let's just say he's not going to give King Kong a run for his money,"
Glenn replied. "he's not my type, and I'm not his."

"Am I your type?"

"With that cock of yours, you be my type if you looked like Pee Wee
Herman," Glenn said. "I like my men to be men, not queens, or bois." He
looked me in the eye. "I've never seen so much man in such a small
package." He returned to sucking my cock. He was good at it and he got a
mouthful of my cum. I was shooting my second or third volley when he let
loose.

When guys say they've been in a drought, that can mean almost
anything. Either Glenn had the most productive balls in the world, or he'd
been saving up. I got more than a mouth full. It was rich and creamy
too. We broke apart and he looked at me.  When he smiled I saw his mouth
was filled with my seed. We kissed and traded cum.  As kids I was much
impressed by Indians trading blood to become Blood brothers. Glen and I
became sperm bothers.

I hate to think my cock does my thinking for me, but I trusted Glenn. His
cock and my cock got along fine, as did our mouths and assholes.

He was still hard and drooling come, so after we kissed, I sat back and
impaled my self on his cock. He was big, but not huge and it was a perfect
fit. Glenn went a little crazy when I did that. I did a fancy dance on his
love pole then had a nice ride. After his earlier orgasms, I figured he was
done, but damn if he didn't give my prostate a sperm bath. Then he buffed
and polished it until I popped for a second time. We were done for the
night, but we agreed to car pool, just to insure we had an opportunity for
a refill.

When I picked him up the next morning we had a long chat in the car. Glen
had some problems at his previous job and Crestwood was a distinct drop in
status for him.  There had been a bad divorce and apparently some
inappropriate photos had been found on his computer at the hospital where
he worked. I also discovered he knew just about every resident at Crestwood
and their medical problems.

He didn't like the exceutive Director much, but explained, "He's a wimp and
ineffectural, but not a bad guy. He's good with the old ladies, and that's
more than half the battle here.  His boys are a differnet matter all
together."

"What do you mean?"

"He likes the leach types," Glenn explained, "they flatter him and do his
bidding, but a few of them are suspect in my view."

"Why do you think that?"

"I've got no facts, just suspicions," he said. "They're sweet as can be to
the residents in public. Not so sweet in private.  There are some difficult
people here, but the boys can be really nasty."

"There are two guys here you might like," he said.

"Guys who share out interests?" I asked.

Glenn nodded. "Admiral Green in 12 Crestwood Crescent is a randy old
sailor.  He can still get it up and likes some fun. Bull Davis, the
director of landscape services is a good guy too. He's surrounded by young
guys all the time, but likes men with more mileage. He's always looking for
an outlet for his energy."

"How about an inlet?"

Glenn laughed. "I'm interested in the inlet part, but I'm not sure I can
take it."

"You're tempted, but you're no fool?"

He laughed again. We were at Crestwood and we went to our respective
jobs. As it turned out I was working between units 11 and 12 of the
Crescent. A 30 something man wearing a executive style Crestwood blazer was
talking with a elderly lady on the deck to the rear of 11. The 30 something
was oozing compliment to the clearly flattered woman. I could understand
why Glenn wasn't pleased.

When the sun got higher, they went inside.  I was trimming a hedge.  My
predecessor in the pruning job wasn't very good at it and I had to do a lot
of remedial work.

"Aren't you shaving that bush a bit close?" a gruff voice asked. I looked
up. A burly older man was looking at me over the hedge.

"The bush was pruned the wrong way.  If I don't trim it back the upper part
of the plant will shade the lower parts and it will get leggy," I said.

"Are you sure about that?"

"It the way my momma taught me how to so it." I replied. "She had the best
hedges in town."

I glanced at him. He looked amused. The man was heavily tanned, with bright
blue eyes and a white mustache. A thick mat of curly white chest hair poked
out from his half unbuttoned Hawaiian style shirt.

"I guess if your momma told you that, you should do it," he said.  He went
back to his house as I continued working on his hedge. Two hours later I
had completed half of the hedge and it was looking good.  The old man
returned.

"Your momma was right," he said. "I'm sorry about butting in.  I'm afraid
I'm bored to tears here . Complaining and being a busybody is a way to pass
the time."

I smiled.  "You aren't the only one."  The man looked me over. After two
hours in the sun I was dripping with sweat. My shirt and pants looked
painted on.  When his gaze got to my crotch, he did a double take. He
looked up and saw I noticed him checking me out..

He laughed. "You can put a lot of eggs in that basket," he remarked.

"Two's enough for me," I said. "As long as I drain them regularly they fit
just right."  "Are you offended by the curiosity?" he asked.

"Not at all," I said. "I'm use to it. Curiosity is natural." I looked at
him eye to eye.  We understood each other.

"Why don't you drop by after work," he suggested. "We could have a
beer. I'm Will Green, Admiral Green, by the way."  I said that sounded fine
to me, but I was car pooling with Glenn, the nurse.

Green's face broke into a wide grin. "Bring him along. We're pals."

I went over to Green's house at five. Glenn was busy and said he'd come
over when he was finished. Green was wearing a robe, he had been swimming
at the club's pool. He offered me a beer and showed me the house.  "If you
are bored here, why are you here?" I asked.

"My late wife wanted to live in a quiet place.  We had lived all over the
world and she was a good sport about it, but she really didn't like it," he
said. "It was her turn."  In the living room there was a picture of a
beautiful woman.

"Is that her? I asked.

"Yes. She was beautiful, but I was never sure she knew just how beautiful,"
he said. "She was a great help to a young Naval officer on the rise. She
never actually pushed me the way some officer's wives did."

"She didn't need to?"

He nodded. "She was shy, but naturally friendly and helpful. Everyone loved
her," he said. "I'm aggressive and demanding. She softened the
edges. Cancer got her two years ago."

"Sorry," I said. He gaze returned to my crotch. Out the window I could see
the man I has seen there that morning on the deck of the neighbors house
drinking a glass a wine. "i didn't know the staff of Crestwood was that
attentive.  I saw that guy there this morning."

"Lucy use to be hell on wheels, but she's been slipping," the Admiral
said. "They tend to pay attention to those who are slipping into Lala
land. She use to be tight with the cash, but lately she's been spending
money like water."

"Does she have the money to spend?"

"I would guess so," he remarked. "I've seen a few deliveries from an art
gallery in Richmond. You can go through cash quickly if you move into art
big time."

"She's interested in art?"

"That's what's been so funny," he mused. "we went to a few dinner parties
there before my wife died. I would swear the place was furnished in
straight department store furniture. No paintings at all, only photos of
the family."

"Who is the guy?"  "That's the director of recreation, Henry Paulus," the
admiral said. "He's not my cup of tea.  The assistant director, Eve Munson
does all the work. He seems to spend his time buttering up old ladies." he
stopped talking and looked at me. "I don't mind chatting, but I'd really
like to have a fun roll in the hay. I was hoping you had the same interest?

"I take it you've been trying out the wild side?"

"I avoided a lot of things for my career and for my wife," he said.  "I
always had an interest, but lately I've been doing some exploring.  Very
successful exploring, I might add."  His robe was tented a little, so I
undid it. He was naked and his cock was at half staff.

The Admiral was beefy, hairy and a pretty good shape for a man of his
age. "Let's go to the bed room and relax," he suggested.  I took my shirt
off as I walked. He was hot to trot and as soon as we were in the bedroom
he was at my cock. We soon were in the 69 position and that is where Glenn
found us five or six minutes later.