Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 04:28:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Returns 12

Catfish Returns 12

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.


Donovan was trying to pump me for more information on Wilton's scam.  It
was clear to me he was trying to find out how bad the exposure of
conservative Republicans was to the potential scandal.  He winced when I
mentioned several names. It wasn't a good day for ultra conservative
moralists.

"I don't believe I didn't have a fucking clue!" he exclaimed.  "I make my
living knowing things like this."  Before I had a chance to ask him how
exactly he made his living, my phone rang. It was C.W.

"Get to the pool, pronto!" he said. "Big trouble!" I raced to the pool,
which was next to the exercise club with Donovan right behind me. There was
a body floating face down in the water.  I arrived as C.W. came from his
office overlooking the pool and Raleigh and Joe emerged from the bushes.

"Oh my God!" Raleigh cried.  "Is it the Governor? He escaped!"

It was dark, C.W. went to turn on the pool lights, but I didn't think it
was the Governor. The body didn't look large enough. As soon as the lights
came on it was obvious the body wasn't him; it was a much younger man. In
my gut I knew it was Jason. I could hear a siren in the distance.

"Are we sure he's dead?" Donovan asked.

"Shit!" I said, realizing we had been just standing around.  I jumped in
the water and swam to the body.  I touched it. "He's dead." I yelled.
"He's been dead a while!" I swam under the body and confirmed it was
Jason. I went back to the edge of the pool and got out.

Raleigh and Joe were calling for Governor Johnson. Jefferson and several of
the staff joined in the search.  The pool was on the backside of the club,
since many of the members didn't like the noise the pool generated.  The
Rescue Squad and a County Policeman arrived. I told them the man was
dead. The squad wanted to fish him out but the cop, Deputy Willis, thought
something was amiss and called in for more backup.

Like a ghost, the bloated figure of the Governor emerged from bushes on the
side of the pool.  He was soaked, cut and bruised. He staggered towards to
edge of the pool, saw the body and cried out "Bobby!" in a horrified
scream. He collapsed.  The Rescue Squad rushed over to his aid.

For a while it seemed as if the Governor had a heart attack. The local
rescue vehicles were equipped as emergency cardiac units.  They got the
elderly man into it and raced off to the UVA Hospital.  Raleigh went with
them.  As he left, two police cruisers drove up. A Deputy got out of one
car; a Deputy and plain -lothes detective came from the other.  The
detective was Butch McRoy, the former head guard at the prison I had worked
at fifteen years earlier.  He had retired a few years before and I'd lost
touch with him.

His eyes met mine; I shook my head and he went on as if he didn't recognize
me. He introduced himself as Detective Barton McRoy and started to question
us.  He knew a bad situation when he saw it. Jason was fully dressed in a
suit and tie.  As I got use to the bright light, I could see there was an
obvious bruise on the side of his head. Butch wanted the Medical Examiner
to be there when the body was removed from the water. He questioned
C.W. and Joe in detail and went on to question Donovan. When he came to me,
he didn't change his approach at all. There was no sign anything was
different with me.

I told him it was a guest, Jason, who had died.  I had confirmed he was
dead, but had done nothing else to disturb the body.

He made a call on he cell phone and then came back to us.  "I called Judge
Wilson and he has authorized search warrants for the club and all rooms and
cottages associated with it." he reported to us.  " If there is no
objection, I'd like to start the search now." He got Joe to go with a
Deputy to search the Governor's cottage and C.W. to take another to search
Jason's room. He told Donovan and the other on lookers to return to the
club and keep any suspicions about the events here quiet.

"You mean there's been an accident in the pool?" Donovan said in an
innocent voice.  Donovan took a long look at Butch and liked what he saw.
The look was not so innocent. "I'll say the local yokels are being
officious about an ordinary accident."

"That story sounds good to me." Butch said. He had checked out Donovan as
he spoke. Butch liked masculine men; Donovan was his type.  Strangely, I
suspected he and Donovan had recognized the mutual interest.  Maybe there
is such as thing as gaydar.  Everyone left, leaving Butch and me alone.

"What's up here?" Butch asked.  "I've got a nose for crime and this whole
set-up stinks to high heavens."

"How does homosexual prostitution, embezzlement, blackmail and maybe murder
sound?" I asked.  "All of that, by the way, is wrapped in conservative,
born-again, America the Beautiful politics."

"Is this the only murder?" Butch asked.

"Probably it's the second; possibly there's a third. One automobile
accident and a suicide." I said.

"That philanthropist in Richmond?" Butch asked.

"You've heard about it?"

"My friends in Richmond say there is something wrong with his death.  High
ranking politicos badly wanted it to be an accident." Butch said. "The City
Police wouldn't let it go. There is no satisfactory resolution yet, but the
case is still open."

"Magnus was a good man. He deserved better.  Did they tell you anything?" I
said.

"You're working on the case?" he asked.  "They told me to keep my eyes
open; one of their suspects was headed my way."

"Yes, I can tell you anything you want, but it's mostly guesswork." I said,
"You're looking good.  I had no idea you were so near.  Where have you
been?"

"I went back to North Carolina and took care of mom for few years after
retirement. Mom died and I came back to Virginia.  Actually the local man
here had a heart attack and they needed a substitute.  I came and stayed."
Butch said. "I've been here about four years.  Where can I set up a
headquarters here?"

"You're welcome to use the exercise area.  It's right next door." I said
showing him the side entrance to the club. "Showers, steam room and
exercise equipment, with my bedroom next door."

Butch smiled at me. "It's like old times!  Do you get lucky often?"

"Every fucking night!"  I said. "How's your love life?  Have you become a
monk yet?"

He smiled. "Not a monk yet. Let's say I been able to recruit some real nice
guys for the force."

I gave him a quick summary of Wilton's scheme and listed the main
characters, including Temple, the prime suspect in Magnus' death.  Butch
took notes. I told him about the Governor and his relationship with
Jason. I finished just in time for the Medical Examiners to arrive with the
State Police Mobile Crime Lab. I was able to watch.

I told them the approximate location of the Governor's appearance and
showed them where he collapsed. I didn't know how he got away from Raleigh
and Joe, but he had gotten out some how.  They moved the body at 1:00
a.m. and I got to bed at 2:00 in the morning. I woke at six, went out to
the pool area and found Butch had returned with a new crew of men to search
the site.

I went over to the Governor's Cottage.  Raleigh drove up as I got
there. `He's under sedation. It isn't a heart attack.  He thinks his son
died a second time." Raleigh said.  "His daughter is with him now."

"A long night?"  I asked.  "You need to get to bed."

"What's up here?" he asked.  I gave him a rundown.  Joe saw us talking in
the driveway and came out, filling us in on details.  I told them I knew
Butch and he was a good man to have on the job.

"He's not going to railroad the Governor?" Joe asked.

"Don't worry about that.  He's reasonable." I said.  I went back to my
room.  Butch, Willis and another guy were discussing the case at a table.
They all looked bushed.  The Deputy I didn't know was covered in mud.  One
of the EMTs had joined them.

"Catfish, you know Willis, the other Deputy is Donnie, and the EMT is Josh.
Men, this is Catfish.  "He's an old friend of mine and I'd just as soon not
have that known around here." Butch said.  He's undercover."

"Are you the one who caught the bomber?" Josh asked.  I nodded.  It always
surprised me when people knew who I was.

"What happened to the Governor?" Butch asked.

"As far a we could tell, he fell after being beaten up or assaulted." Butch
said.  The top of his body had been in the pool, the bottom was dry.  His
hands were untouched, no marks, no bruises.  He didn't put up a fight
against whoever did it to him."

"The wrong guy is dead.  It was supposed to be the Governor, but something
happened." Donnie said.  "I found this in the Governor's cottage."  Donnie
produced a legal looking document.  Opening it, I saw the words `Last Will
& Testament'.

Who is the beneficiary?" Butch asked.

"Jason Bland."

"Bingo!" I said.  "Did the Governor sign it?"

"Yes and no." Donnie said.  "Look!"  He opened the will to the last page.
It was signed, `Stonewall Jackson Johnson'.  "Joe said it was his
signature, but not his name.  He's William E.  Johnson.  He's a bit
confused."

"It's been a good nigh'ts work.  Why don't you guys go home and get some
rest.  Meet me back here at 6:00." Butch instructed the men.  They got up
to leave.

"I have a brand new cruiser and it will be a mud pie by the time I'm done
with it." Donnie muttered.

"How did you get so dirty?" I asked.

"I slipped down an embankment, coming back from the Governor's house.  I
kept the evidence dry, at least.

"Donnie, I have a full service laundry here.  Go take a shower and steam
and I can get you cleaned up, pronto." I said.  All the men were gone
except for Butch and Donnie.

"I have to stay here for the day, but I might take you up on the shower."
Butch said, taking a quick glance at Donnie.  I knew what that glance
meant.

Donnie was a member of the fraternity.  He looked me over slowly.  "Is
Catfish that old friend of your's you told me about?" he asked.

"He sure as hell is." Butch answered.

"Give me your clothes and we can talk about old times later." I said.  I
gave them each a locker and took Donnie's mud caked uniform to the washer
and dryer I had for towels.  I was good at doing uniforms and knew just how
to get the grungy mud out of them.

When I got back to the shower, both men were naked and looked good.  Butch
always had a Sean Connery look to him.  As Sean had aged, so had Butch.
His face had more character, his body had filled out, but regular exercise
kept him firm.  His body hair was downright shaggy and it contrasted
attractively with his muscular body.

Donnie had a baby face and had been pudgy when he was younger.  He was
getting muscular.  I bet Butch had something to do with than.  He had a
barrel chest, covered in long, silky, black hair.  His cock was already
half hard.  I stripped and joined them.  Donnie's eyes didn't exactly bug
completely out of his head when he saw my cock, but they came close.

"Is this the guy you described as horse hung chimp?"Donnie asked.

"You got it. Catfish is the one." Butch said.

"It's bigger in real life than you described. What's it like hard."

"You'll know soon enough." I said. "Don't start anything you can't finish."

"Don't worry about Donnie. I've been training him.  He's not finished with
his training, but he's into it." Butch said. "He likes size."

As if to prove that, Donnie leaned over and licked my cock.  As I'd
guessed, a lick wasn't enough.  I wasn't hard yet so he got a lot of my
meat down his throat. He couldn't keep it in long.  As I got harder, he had
to give it up, but he sure was interested. Out of the corner of my eye I
saw Donovan looking into the shower from the exercise area.  He saw us and
smiled.

"Butch, let's adjourn this party to the steam room where it's a bit more
private." I said.  We went into the steam room and I cranked up the heat.
I was hard to do with Donnie attached to my cock, but I managed.  I sat on
the marble bench next to Butch and poor Donnie had the hard choice to make
between the two cocks.  He was a size queen, so mine had an allure, but
Butch was well hung and handsome.  Donnie was torn.  He tried to suck both.

The problem was resolved when Donovan entered.  It was pretty steamy by
then and he couldn't see us clearly.

"Are you in here Catfish?" he asked, as if he didn't know.  Donnie jumped,
but I held his head to my cock.

"I sure am; just relaxing with my buddies." I answered.  "Getting ready to
have my balls drained, so don't come over unless you're thirsty and feel
like helping our law enforcement officers relax."  Donovan came up to us;
he was already at half staff.  Butch's cock was rock hard and standing
straight up.  Donovan was staring at it.

Butch stroked his cock, making a bead of precum emerge from his slit.  "It
tastes a lot better than it looks." Butch observed.  Donovan hesitated.
"Don't be shy, get to it!" Butch ordered.  Donovan obeyed.

Butch was just as interested in Donovan as Donovan was in him.  They were
69ing within a minute. Donovan was much more relaxed than he had been with
Henry a few days earlier.  Butch wasn't shy at all about sex and his
enthusiasm spread to Donovan.  There was nothing tentative about his
enjoyment of man sex now.

You would think that two, very masculine men might have a hard time working
out their roles in a sexual situation.  They both went at it with no
inhibitions or hang-ups.  It was turbo charged sex.  They were muscular,
toned and well coordinated.  They were also working each other into a
pretty impressive state.

Donnie was doing a good job on me.  I tried to reciprocate, but he would
have none of that.  He was a sucker.  "Now Donnie, you've got to stop that
or you're going to have a mouthful of cum."  I told him.  "That is, unless
there's some other place you'd like for me to deposit my load."  Donnie
looked up to me and he almost cried.  That boy wanted it bad.

"Butch, is this boy ready for the big leagues?" I asked.  " I'm feeling
like a trip down the tunnel of love."  Butch looked up from nursing
Donovan's cock.

"Don't worry, he knows the recreational potential of the ass." Butch said.
He went back to Donovan's cock.  "Oh baby!" he exclaimed as he encountered
something tasty on Donovan's cock head.  Donovan's dick must have reacted
to the prospect of fucking.

"Open me up little, Daddy." Donnie whispered.

"Do you mind if we help this kid out?" Butch asked Donovan.  They got up
and walked over to Donnie's ass.  Butch got Donnie off the floor then had
him bend over.  With a quick movement, he shoved his cock deep into
Donnie's ass.  Donnie jumped, then sighed in pleasure.  Butch fucked him
vigorously for a few minutes.  "Come over here." Butch said, motioning to
Donovan the get closer.  "Why don't you slip in and sample Donnie's love
hole."

Donovan hung back.  "I've never done this before." he murmured.

"There's a first time for everything!" Butch replied.  Butch pulled out and
guided Donovan over to Donnie.  Butch got on his knees and sucked Donovan's
cock to lubricate it, then guided it into Donnie's ass.  He held Donovan's
cock steady and made sure it hit the bull's eye.

Donovan couldn't have pumped more than six or seven times before he shot
off, filling Donnie's ass with his spunk.

"He's ready for you Catfish." Butch said.  "Get on the bench here, on your
back Donnie.  I want to see how you're doing."  Butch got on the bench and
cradled Donnie's head in his lap.  "Do you take cock up the ass?"  He asked
Donovan.

Donovan said, "No, never done it.  What about you?"

"Never use to, but now I take a trip on the wild side once and a while.
Only for special occasions."  Butch said.  "Donnie, he loves it. It really
rings his chimes.  Catfish here is the acid test for a bottom.  We'll see
how Donnie does."

I was ready so I hoisted his legs on my shoulders and got my cock at
Donnie's ass.  I poked my cock head at the hole.  It resisted some.  I spit
on my hand and lubricated my cock with the spit.

"I don't believe that fucker will fit!"  Donovan said.  He had gone soft
after his orgasm and was still dripping.  I pushed again and my cock head
popped through the sphincter.  Donnie moaned.

"I'm going to take it nice and slow, but I'm not going to stop until I'm
all the way up your ass." I said.  Donnie nodded.  I pulled out again, then
poked it again.  I was four or five inches in and decided, what the hell
and I went deep.

"Holy shit!" Donnie cried.

"Damn!" Donovan muttered.  He was hard again. He was close to me, so I
reached out and stroked his cock.

"That's the fastest recovery I've ever seen." I said, stroking his cock a
second time. "Your getting into this, aren't you?"

"Not really." Donovan said.  He looked down saw his rock hard cock.  It was
oozing precum again. I must have looked a bit skeptical.  He smiled and
said, "Well, maybe you're right. I tell myself I'm not really into it, but
I'm so fucking turned on."