Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 03:48:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Returns 11

Catfish Returns 11

By Bald Hairy Man

If you don't like gay stories or descriptions of sexual activity DON'T READ
THIS STORY. If you are offended, why are you here?  Go where you aren't
offended.  This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort at safe sexual
practices has been made.  If you have any comments or suggestions, sent
them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com, or bldhrymn@aol.com.

Catfish's earlier life is covered in Young Catfish, Play Pen and Millennium
Construction Company.


Edwin wasn't really my type and I'm not sure Edwin knew enough about
man-sex to have a type, but we had a good time anyway. I had the strange
feeling I was introducing him to his cock and all of its potential for the
first time. He was virgin and innocent.

Edwin was one of those rare guys who believed all the old wives tales about
masturbation. The Priest had told him not to do it and he didn't. More
correctly, he didn't do it often.  He had been guilt ridden about his
failures in that area. Every time he shot off, he was consumed with guilt.
I was the first man, or woman for that matter, to touch his cock. Guilt
isn't my thing and I told him it was stupid.  I gave a brief explanation
about the subject and pointed out a mere 99% of men did it.  He believed me
and thirty years of pent-up sexual desires and needs came to the surface.

I am no Mother Theresa, but I did my best to straighten him out. I may not
have saved him, but he sure was a lot more relaxed when he left than when
he came into the exercise room.  He didn't know what to do, what was okay
and what was off limits. I broadened Edwin's view of what was acceptable by
a goodly amount. There was one odd aspect to Edwin's view of sex. He had a
sheltered life, living with his mother until a year earlier when she
died. He knew fucking a woman was sinful unless you were married, but he
had no real conception of sex with a man.

Edwin also knew what felt good. The single ejaculation caused when I
stroked his cock was the closest to real sex he had ever been. He also
liked the feel of my cock.  He had never done that either.

"Stroke until it's hard!" I told him.

"It feels so good." he murmured. "I don't believe it feels so good."

"If you think this is good, Boy, are you in for a good night."  I said, as
I leaned over and took his cock head into my mouth. He moaned when my
tongue touched it, but he didn't shoot off right away. I had been afraid of
that. Edwin was oozing precum and enjoying every moment. After a minute or
two, I came up for breath.

"Thank you, that was great." Edwin whispered. "Do I have to do that to
you?" he added, with uncertainty in his voice. I felt sorry for him. He
didn't know the rules and was afraid he would do something wrong. I smiled
at him.

"Nope, it's not required." I said.  "Not if you don't want to."

"How do you know if you want to?"

"I'm afraid you're the only one who can answer that." I said. Edwin looked
me in the eyes.

"You wouldn't mind if it tried it, would you?"  I didn't need to answer
that question. Edwin approached my cock very gingerly, but once his tongue
touched it he was hooked. You could say he was a slow started, but a fast
learner.  Once he started, he didn't want to stop. I finally pulled him
off.

"You know what's going to happen if you don't slow down?" I asked. Edwin
looked puzzled.  "You're going to end up with a mouth full of my cum!" I
explained.

"Is that bad?" he asked.

"Not for me, but I was worried you'd be shocked when I shot my load down
your throat."

"Would you take mine?" he asked.

"Sure, but I've got a lot more experience. I don't want to you to go too
far and be uncomfortable."

"I think I want to try it." Edwin said, slowly. "Am I being dumb about
this? I've never done anything like this before. And I do mean anything!"

"Let's get out of this steam room and go to my bedroom." I suggested.
"It's more comfortable and private there."  We left the room, showered and
went to my bedroom, which is next to the locker area.

"What do we do now?"  Edwin asked.

"Why don't we get naked and see what happens?"

"I was hoping you would say something like at." Edwin said, smiling. He
started to strip. "For years I told myself real pleasure was spiritual, not
physical. Do you think that's true, or just a crock?"

"I don't think there is anything wrong with either. I think sexual
pleasure's pretty good alone or with a good dose of spiritual pleasure."  I
said. "I admit it doesn't always happen, but it's real good when it
does. Sometimes you really connect."

"Like when you get married?" he asked.

"I've never been married, so I don't know. But there's nothing wrong with
two guys enjoying themselves." I said. "You're adult, I'm adult, I'm not
tricking you into sex, am I?"  Edwin laughed.

"I'm ruined!" he cried in mock horror. "I've lost my virginity! I was
saving myself for the wedding night!"  He paused. "You know, I told myself
that many times, but I never actually dated a woman."

"You use to watch Tarzan and Hercules movies?" I asked. Edwin looked
shocked, then he laughed.

"You've been there?"

"Sure." I said, stroking his cock. "We all have. Too much talk and not
enough play, let's get at it again."

On the bed in my room I discovered several interesting things about
Edwin. He had a throat like one of those snakes that can swallow animals
three time their size. We tried 69ing and from that angle, Edwin could take
my entire cock.  Not only could he take it, he was comfortable taking it.
My cock got more quality time down his throat that night than I normally
get in a year.

Since he had so little idea what man sex was like, I also introduced him to
his anal Adventure Land. He knew little about the possibilities of his
cock; I'm not sure he knew his prostate existed.

I discovered his magic nut was the length of my index finger up his ass.  I
reached it quickly and pressed it hard.  It is possible he would have
complained about me shoving a finger up his ass, but he was moaning in
ecstasy before he had a chance.  Like his cock and balls, Edwin's prostate
was oversized and overripe.

I got him to sit up against the headboard, with his legs spread and raised.
I worked two fingers in to his ass while I sucked his cock. He was all but
crying as I squeezed the juice out of his prostate and sucked it from his
cock.  He was a happy guy. I was a happy guy too.  I had done a good deed
and had a good time to boot.

Edwin went back to his room at about midnight.  He was short two or three
loads of cum. Before he left, I shot a full load of my spunk down his
gullet while he was deep throating me.  I'm not sure he even tasted it, my
cock was so deep. He did know I was climaxing. I had a five-alarm orgasm.
It was hard to believe I didn't shoot a major internal organ down his
throat.  The ejaculations were that strong.

The next day was quiet in the morning and became progressively less quiet
and even productive as the day progressed. Governor Johnson was out of the
hospital and Raleigh brought him back to the cottage. Raleigh enforced a
strict, "No Visitors" policy and kept the old man away from the
sharks. Donovan returned with Charley, Hal and Henry in tow. They were
golfing all day.

I called the office in Richmond and Lance reported all was well. Apparently
the action had shifted from Richmond, toward the Club and
Washington. Wilton had set his sights on bigger fish. That made sense to
me.  Richmond is a comparatively small city and Washington presented more
appealing and far wealthier targets.

I called John and he had some more information.  The rumour mill was in
overdrive and the word was out that all was not right with Magnus'
accident.  Johnny and Jim Bullock were hitting it off well and Jim's
campaign to reform the boy was well under way.


"Jim says, the boy is a first class size queen and Jim was using his
natural assets to make the boy see the light." John reported. "According to
Jim, ten inches of cock up his ass makes Johnny very receptive to reason!"

"Shit, ten inches makes even me reasonable!" I said. John laughed.

"Come to think of it, it has the same effect on me!" John added.

The golfers were out on the course, so the exercise room was all but empty
until Wilton arrived with all of his minions. Jason and Temple were there
as well as two other guys I didn't recognize.  I sure did know the type. I
wanted to get near them to listen in on the conversation, but they hushed
up when I came in range.  C.W. and Jefferson came in to exercise. C.W. was
management and Jefferson was his guest, so they got in. I mentioned to
C.W. and Jefferson I wanted to get near Wilton.

"No problem," C.W. said. "we have a connection with those guys."  He leaned
near me and whispered, "Cocks are the universal language.  Wilton likes to
look at dark meat. He's never sampled it yet, but he sure is interested."

"Watch your step." I said.

"Sure," Jefferson said, "I do need to watch for drool. I might slip on it!"
They went off. Jefferson exercised shirtless and wore lightweight polyester
shorts with no jock underneath. Nothing was left to the imagination. He was
muscular and shaved his body, so he looked like a sculpture.  He went over
next to Wilton and started exercising.

I glanced over at them and it was clear Wilton liked what he saw. Nothing
is more desirable than forbidden fruit and Jefferson was forbidden fruit.
C.W. was babbling to Temple. C.W. could play the idiot convincingly. He
defined brainless. Wilton and his boys were talking to themselves and
taking quick glances at Jefferson. They wandered off to the shower and
steam room.

Wilton emerged a half hour later and he with his friends dressed and
left. Jefferson had to leave to wait tables, but C.W came over to me and
told what they had learned. Wilton apparently had the instincts of a wild
animal. He knew something was amiss and no longer felt comfortable in
Richmond.  Wilton was planning to move his base north to Washington. He was
also thinking about an island retreat.  That confirmed Lance's report.

Jason mentioned an inheritance.  C.W. didn't know who it was from, but I
did.  I would tell Raleigh to keep the Governor firmly buttoned up.  Temple
was seeing a man named Rudy. I didn't know who he was, but C.W. said he was
a retired banker from Chicago who was at the Club for a month or two. C.W,
noticed a sharp exchange between Temple and Wilton.

"Apparently Temple went too far with something in Richmond. He got "carried
away" and Wilton didn't like it at all." C.W.  said.  "Temple didn't admit
anything, but he said, it wouldn't happen again. Then he switched the
conversation to Rudy. Rudy is a fat cat with money to spare."

"What is Rudy like?"

"Not exactly a stud muffin, if you get my drift. His wife is on a two month
trip to Europe with his grandchildren. He's not in very good health and
doesn't seem well equipped to live alone. They have servants, but he
apparently is pretty much helpless without his wife, or at least she
doesn't want the house routine disrupted while she is gone. He's here until
they get back." C.W, explained.

"I haven't seen him here."  I said.

"Fat and ugly.  Moving isn't his thing. He's been a problem for the
housekeeping staff. He can't bend over to pick up things from the floor.
The room is always a mess." C.W. continued.  "His only exercise is to get
from his room to the dining room twice a day.  He can play cards too, but
that's about it. Jefferson was nearer and got the whole conversation.
He'll get in touch with you after work."

"Thanks for the report.  You've been a help." I said. As C.W. left, Henry
came in.

"Donovan told what was up here." he said. "this is an awful mess."

"Shit, I don't want everyone and his brother getting in on this!" I said.

"Catfish, there aren't any guys more interested in keeping this quiet than
us. If this gets out there are scores of men whose careers and families
will be ruined." Henry said. "Mine included."

"I don't kiss and tell, your secret is safe with me."

"I know that, but I'm not the problem, my boss has been "investing" with
Wilton." Henry said.

"You're shitting me! That pompous, moralizing ass is taking a roll in the
hay with Wilton? Senator Baldridge has a taste for twink cock?"

"I don't know about the roll in the hay, but his bank account is lighter by
$30,000.00." Henry explained. "I'm afraid that converts into several rolls
in the hay.  The good Senator has a clueless wife and three nice
kids. They'd be hamburger if it got out. "

"I've sometimes thought the biggest assholes get the sweetest wives.  It
must be some sort of a defence mechanism." I said. "How do you work for a
guy like that?"

"I'm afraid it's an unattractive combination of ambition and self
delusion. At one time, it seemed to that Baldridge was a right-minded man
supporting the values I admire. The Senator was also my ticket out of small
town America and into the big leagues." he said. "By the time I realized
all his moral stands were part of solidifying his political base and just a
front, Washington was too much for me to give up."

"When did you see the light?"

"That night in your bedroom. It was pure enjoyment.  It wasn't what I
thought it would be like at all. Damn your cock turned me on."  Henry
said. "And Donovan wasn't my idea of a flaming faggot either. When I got
back to Washington, the Senator's bookkeeper asked me about Wilton. He had
found three unexplained checks, each for $10,000.00. I ran into Donovan.
He told me about the scam. I put two and two together and saw the light."

"You ran into Donovan?" I asked.  Henry looked sheepish.

"I guess you could say we had a date." he admitted.

"And how was the sex?"  Henry blushed.

"Good. I guess you know more about me, than I do."

"You're a man and I'm a man.  I'm not completely clueless." I said. "It's
okay, you know.  Sex is a part of life and it's okay to like it.  As a
matter of fact, I like it a lot myself."  Henry laughed.

"Much to my surprise, I like it a lot too." he admitted. "The sex wasn't as
good as with you the other night.  I found myself thinking about you."

"Me or my cock?"  Henry thought a few seconds.

"I'd guess 40% you and 60% your cock."

"I'll bet it was more like 30% me and 70% my cock!" I said. "Don't worry,
there's nothing you can do about it. I don't think there's much you can do
about what turns you on. I don't think you have any way to control if you
like males or females. Most gay guys seem to like smooth boys; I like hairy
men and I like them big and brawny. I can't change that; you can't change
your taste in me, or in cocks for that matter. Relax and don't worry.
You're lucky."

"How's that?"

"Think about the guys so deep in the closet they never act on their
desires. They never experience sexual release or satisfaction. They go
though life never feeling intense pleasure or passion." I explained.

"They get mean, don't they?" Henry said.  "Mean and bitter."

"That seems to be the way it goes. It sure looks that way from my vantage
point. Your Senator Baldrige rants and raves at the people who enjoy life
and gets a little fun on the sly." I said.  "Baldridge is a jerk and an
asshole, but he's pathetic too. A pathetic, mean spirited shell, who tried
to grab some fun from a con man's prick. I guess there's some poetic
justice to that. He attacked that gay Priest last year, who seemed kind and
compassionate and ends up in bed with Wilton."  A group of men entered the
room and our conversation was over. Henry had a lot of thinking to do. I
didn't know if he would make the right choice.

In the late afternoon, the exercise room filled to capacity and I was
busy. Most were new me), but my reputation as a lifesaver had spread and
most were pleasant. Most did what I asked them to do too. When I told them
to stop, they obeyed me, so I had no problems. After work I went on a walk
and passed by the Governor's cottage.  I heard Raleigh emphatically
stating, "The Governor's in bed!  He was in an accident and he needs his
sleep! You white boys have no sense at all!"

The two men, I think it was Jason and another guy, left. I knocked on the
door. Raleigh appeared loaded for bear. When he saw me, he looked relieved.

"I can't tell you how tired I am of uppity white boys! Give me a
horse-hung, redneck any day!" he exclaimed. "Come on in, you are welcome!"

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Pissed off, but good. I do have reinforcements.  Meet my Uncle Joe.  He's
cooking some, sitting with the Governor and guarding the back door." Uncle
Joe was a middle aged, tall man with a bushy white beard encasing a pitch
black face. He smiled as we shook hands .

"You needed reinforcements?" I asked.

"I sure did.  The accident seems to have discombobulated the Governor. He's
completely lost. Got up in the middle of the night and made a cup of
coffee.  He almost burned the house down. Turned on every burner in the
kitchen and forgot to put the water in the pot." Raleigh said.

"I'm sorry.  Time for him to go to a home?"

"Shit, that man has needed to be in a home since his son died, not that he
was ever much good of a man."  Uncle Joe interjected. "I was the first
black teacher in the local High School. Governor Johnson tried to make a
special example of me."

"Joe was the Latin teacher. And winning football coach." Raleigh explained.

"The Latin didn't help at all, but the winning football coach was too much
for even the Governor to fight!" Joe said. "Sometimes life isn't fair, but
it isn't predictable either. Now, I take it you are the pint sized, cock
master Raleigh told me about?"

"Raleigh, just exactly how many horse hung, pygmies do you know?"  I
asked. Both men burst out laughing.

"He said, you have a sense of humor, I was just checking." Joe said.  There
was a huge crash in the Governor's bedroom. He had gotten out of bed and
had pulled over a dresser. After a quick check it seemed he was fine.  He
was muttering something about a ladder falling over. Apparently he had been
trying to climb the dresser. I helped get him back in bed and went back to
the club.

Donovan was waiting for me.