Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2003 20:54:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Returns 14

Catfish Returns 14

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.
       


I got a call from Butch that afternoon.  He said, he would slip by in the
evening and talk over the case with me.  He wanted a briefing about the
guests at the club. I told him I tended to have visitors in the evening
after the exercise area closed.

Butch laughed.  "You haven't lost your knack, have you?"

"It sure doesn't seem I've lost any on my allure." I said. "My cock isn't
any smaller.  I'm no dreamboat, but my cock still attracts attention."

"Your cock is bait. Guys take a nibble and then decide to deep throat it."
Butch said.  "Looking back, your fishing technique worked on me."

"It's my cock you liked?" I said, pretending to be surprised. "I thought it
was my sparkling wit and rapier sharp intelligence."

Butch laughed again. "Your physical beauty did it!" he said.  "That and
your cock. I'll be by around 10:00. Leave the light on for me."

The afternoon was uneventful. Wilton and Temple were exercising, but seemed
uneasy. They were trying to act normally, but Wilton seemed
preoccupied. Temple was trying to put the make on an older man I hadn't
seen before. Henry was also there and knew the man.

Henry said, the man was Alastair Normund, a retired oilman from Texas. He
was the chief financial support for the America for Christ Foundation.  It
was a "traditional values" type organization specializing in being
anti-women and anti-gay. I could see Temple was making headway
quickly. Alastair wasn't exactly drooling on the floor, but he was close.

Henry saw the same thing I did. He looked shocked. Temple was "helping" the
older man with the exercise equipment, making sure there was a lot of
physical contact. Normund was fat, flabby and had poor skin color, pale and
pasty.  He didn't attract young men often and the boyish good looks of
Temple were all he could hope for in a man.

"I've known him for years." Henry whispered to me about Normund, "He's one
of the Senator's chief financial backers. He's never shown any sign of
being interested in me."

"You're too old, Henry." I said. "He likes chicken.  All white meat I will
bet."

"That must be it." murmured Henry.

"Don't worry, I still like you." I said. Henry almost doubled over in
laughter.

"Thanks, I needed that!" he said, when he could finally talk again.
Jefferson entered the room.  When Alastair saw the black man, he turned
even paler than normal.  He looked disturbed. Temple saw an opportunity. He
ushered Alastair into the shower room. A few minutes later I looked in the
shower and they were gone; the stream room was running.  Temple had moved
fast.

Wilton stayed for a while and left.  There were no more likely prospects in
the club.  After all of the excitement of the previous day, quiet was good.
Temple and Alastair emerged from the steam room and went on their way.

The room was empty when Jefferson finished his exercise routine and came
over to me to talk.

"Things are falling apart for our friends." he said.  "I heard a
conversation at lunch.  They are planning to leave the country."

"Too much attention?"

"To many dead men." Jefferson said.  "Wilton is worried about it; Temple
doesn't give a shit.  If I were Wilton, I'd make sure Temple wasn't walking
behind me."

"You think it's that bad?"

"Yes I do." Jefferson said.  "I was brought up in what they call an
"underprivileged" part of Richmond.  I knew some guys who didn't give a
shit for a human life.  They saw nothing wrong with killing a guy for his
sneakers, if they were good sneakers, of course.  Upper class white folk
think paranoid madmen only live in the ghetto.  It happens in good
neighborhoods too."

"You think Temple is crazy?"

"He thinks he should have been the Prince of Wales and married Princess Di.
The world owes him.  He's never gotten what he deserves, but that's only
because he deserves it all." Jefferson said.  "The housekeeping staff says
he breaks things in his room, smashes them to pieces.  He screams at the
maid."

"Thanks for the heads up." I said.  "Any other gossip in the dining room?
Does anyone know who I am?"

"You are the life saver in the exercise room." Jefferson said.  "A few of
the guys know you're hung, but none of the young men."

"Donovan is the guy who knows me?"

"That's him.  He use to be a gay basher, but he's reformed." Jefferson
said.  "I put one and one together and figured he had a genital
conversion."

"Genital connection, not conversion." I said.  "The boy just found someone
he liked." Jefferson went off to the showers.  I went to the phone and
called Butch.  He needed to know about the plan to leave the country.
Fifteen minutes later there were 60-75 police at the club with roadblocks
on every possible way to leave and men with dogs patrolling the edge of the
property.

The crime lab was parked in the side yard and the Club was locked down.
Wilton was arrested with Temple and two other men.  I found out there were
simultaneous raids on offices in Richmond and Washington DC, as well as a
beach house in Cape May and a house in Florida.

Once arrested, Wilton confessed to the investment fraud scheme and to
killing Jason.  Temple somehow escaped from the Club, but was found dead
the next day.  He fell off an embankment and broke his neck.  In the
papers, there was no mention of the blackmail scheme and no one officially
connected Magnus' death with the scheme.  There was nothing to indicate
what had actually happened.

Butch ran a good organization and the Club's name did not appear in the
papers either.  My clients were happy with the outcome, but I wasn't sure
exactly what had happened.  I don't like loose ends and was vaguely
dissatisfied.  Two months later, I got a call from Donovan inviting me to a
meeting at a hunting lodge.  I was invited, as were Lonnie and Johnny, the
kid who had explained how the scam worked.

The purpose of the get together was to tie up the loose ends.  Since there
had been no trial, there was no explanation of what had happened. Donovan
told me the party had another purpose, best described as being a farewell
orgy.  The arrests had put an end to the embezzlement scheme, but it had
also ended a lot of good sex.  He wanted to tie up some loose ends and at
least say good-bye.

"The sex was a lot better than you had thought, wasn't it?" I said, when he
told me this.

"It sure as shit was!" he replied.  "To tell you the truth, the sex was
good and a month later as I looked back, it seemed even better."

The lodge was on the backside of the club's property.  It was the ultra
secret retreat for those who needed to disappear for a week or two. The
Lodge was a big, low, stone building built in the 1920s.  It had its own
kitchen, and was entirely secluded from the club.  Donovan, Hal and Charley
were the hosts.  Butch was there with Donnie, his deputy, Raleigh,
Jefferson, CW and my group.  Henry was there too.



Fall had been damp and cool, but on the weekend of the meeting Indian
Summer broke out.  The sky was a deep blue; the trees were brilliantly
colored in red, orange and yellow.  After a cool night the temperature rose
to 80 degrees.  It was nearly perfect.  Hal greeted us at the lodge door in
an improbably small Speedo swimsuit and told us to join them at the pool.

I hadn't brought trunks, but he said that wasn't a problem at all.  The
pool was on the side of the lodge and was covered in a glass green house.
Everyone was there and either naked or nearly so.  When we arrived, Butch
began to tell the story of the arrest.  Butch was good about giving credit
where credit was due.

"Wilton told everything.  Wilton confirmed all of Catfish's
investigation. It started as a nice way to combine things Wilton liked, sex
and money.  At first it was the potential for sex and a real investment
company.  The problem for Wilton was the profit to him was only a few
percentage points of the investment.  He wanted a lot more money a lot
faster."

"He also had a hot and heavy affair with one of his clients and discovered
that sex with older millionaires can be very rewarding." Butch continued.
"The whole plan turned into a scheme at this point.  He quit his job when
he realized, if the sex was good enough, his clients didn't give a shit
about the investments."

"One or two guys figured it out, but all were socially prominent and
conservative politically.  There was no way they could go to the police.
Wilton was afraid his ass couldn't take the pounding it was getting from
all of his clients, so he recruited several other men to join him, Jason
and Temple being the first to join."

"I was the third."  Johnny said.  "At first, it seemed like a real
opportunity, at least to me."

"The whole thing was plausible if you didn't look too deep." Donovan said.
He looked at Johnnie like a starving cat at a bowl of tuna.  Johnny was his
type, thin, muscular and masculine. I glanced over at Henry and saw the
same look.

"Anyway, there was a suicide that disturbed Wilton."  Butch continued.

"Edward Jannet?" I asked.

"That's him.  He was one of his earlier clients and Wilton pushed too far."

"I think he was Temple's client." Johnny added.  "I knew Wilton was pissed
at Temple about an "incident".  They never said exactly what it was, but I
knew it involved an unexpected death.  I had sort of thought it was a heart
attack during sex."

"That would make sense." Butch said.  "Wilton was in over his head.  He
loved the money and the sex, but he hadn't seen the whole scheme to the
logical conclusion.  The scheme continued along until there was a second
death.  That would be Catfish's friend, Magnus, I think."

"That was covered as an accident, but smelled to high heaven." I said.

"Wilton decided to move out of Richmond and ease his way into Washington.
There's a lot more money and more conservative politicians in DC.  This
club was the way station."

"And the Governor was the main catch here at the club?" Raleigh asked.

"Yes.  Jason hit the jackpot here when the Governor confused him with his
son." Butch continued.  "Jason was working the Governor on the side, hoping
to get big bucks out of the man.  Wilton didn't know the side plot.  Wilton
was worried by now.  He had Temple here to keep a close eye on him.  Johnny
had vanished and Jason was being a bit strange."

"Jason made a big mistake; he told Temple his plans to get himself into the
Governor's will.  Temple told Wilton, hoping to get a percentage of the
take.  Wilton went ballistic.  He knew a false will signed by a Alzheimer's
patient didn't have a snowflakes chance in hell of being credible.  The
whole scheme would be exposed."

"Jason was implementing his plan by the time Wilton discovered it.  He had
drugged Raleigh and Joe already.  Jason had the Governor at the pool and
planned to drown him.  The Governor didn't even resist, there were no
bruises on his hands and arms.  Wilton found them, hit Jason on the head
and knocked him into the pool, then pulled the Governor out of the
water. By the time he had the Governor safe Jason was dead.  He drowned, it
wasn't the blow that did it."

"You mean he didn't murder Jason?" Raleigh asked.

"No, it was manslaughter at worse, self defence otherwise.  That's why
we've been lenient on Wilton." Butch said.  "He also confessed to every
thing and pleaded guilty.  None of his clients' reputations would have
survived a trial.  Given that he was a cheat, scoundrel, whore and
embezzler, he was a gentleman at the end."

"Who paid him off?" Donovan asked.

"I don't know and I'm not sure I want to know." Butch said.

"I think that's best." Raleigh added.  "This is a pathetic affair with no
one looking good."

"What got into Temple to escape?  He could have easily gotten off with a
good lawyer." I asked.

"I know the answer to that, I think" Johnny said.  "Temple was a bit of a
Southern Belle.  He was beautiful in a boyish way, rather delicate and
pretty.  He was terrified of going to jail.  He was convinced he would be
gang raped by black guys and mutilated.  He was a pure top, he said his ass
was virgin, had never been touched and never would be.  I bet it was a
night in the county lock up that scared him."

"He certainly got out of my way whenever I entered the room." Jefferson
said.  "He changed tables, so I wouldn't have to serve him."

"Shit, he should have talked to me.  I know you're a bottom with a taste
for white cock." CW said.

"Damn, CW, I was hoping to have some secrets from this group." Jefferson
said.

"Just think of it as free advertising." CW said, obviously not concerned.
Most of the men laughed.  The conversation continued as the details of the
scheme were discussed.  Hal served drinks and the party became more
convivial.

Donovan ended up next to Henry and Johnny.  Lonnie and Hal seemed to like
Jefferson.  Donnie liked that group too.  Butch and Charley stayed near me
and Raleigh.  Everyone wanted sex, but no one wanted to shoot the starter's
gun.

I took the bull by the horns.  "Hey guys!  We've just finished a long and
difficult case and it ended about as well as it could have.  It's time for
celebration.  I don't want you guys to think I'm a slut or something, but
I'm the only one here who has seen you all naked and erect."  There was a
titter of laughter.  "I know what you all like.  I know that most of you
can actually admit to yourself that you like it.  How about celebrating
with a no holes barred sex party.  Let's let ourselves go and do what comes
naturally."  There was more laughter and some applause.

"Now, I hate to get technical, but when I say no holes barred you all know
what hole I am talking about.  You all know what I like to shove in that
hole too.  I may have more experience with this than the rest of you and
this kind of party works if everyone is with the program.  Does anyone have
a problem with that?"

"Not me!" Donovan said.  Everyone else murmured approval.  Donovan made a
dive for Johnny's cock.  Henry looked disappointed, but the three of them
worked things out pretty well it seemed to me.

Jefferson had tried to play down his attraction to white men, but he sure
liked Donnie.  He was looking at Butch from the corner of his eye too.  I
figured a southern, red neck policeman's dick in his ass would be just
about perfect for Jefferson.  The next time I looked, Donnie was slow
fucking Jefferson.  By then Raleigh was in Hal's ass and poor Hal was
having the time of his life.

It's funny.  I knew Hal well enough to know he didn't have any
racial-hangups, in the same way Jefferson had no problems with white
people.  There is a lot of racial baggage in the air though and sometimes
sex can be enhanced by the suggestion of forbidden fruit.  The middle-aged,
Republican, businessman squirming on a black servant's cock and the
Deputy's cock slipping deep into a black man's ass sure did the trick for
all four men.

Johnny and Henry were 69ing.  Donovan seemed to have a hard time figuring
out where to fit into the sexual jigsaw.  I wandered over and lubricated my
cock.  Henry and Johnny were in a tight ball and Johnny's ass was open, so
I took advantage of the opportunity.  Henry was shocked when he saw my cock
gliding into Johnny's ass, just inches from his eyes, but he stayed put and
enjoyed the show.  Donovan saw the same thing.  He lubricated his cock and
eased it into Henry's rear end.

Henry jumped at the surprise attack, but when he saw it was Donovan, he
smiled and adjusted his position so Donovan would have better access.  For
some reason, I thought Henry was being fucked for the first time and Henry
wanted Donovan to be the one.
 
It wasn't a very neat afternoon.  Cocks were dripping precum, asses were
leaking cum, and there was sperm everywhere after the first hour of play.
As the day turned into evening, everyone loosened up.  Henry and Johnny
both fucked Donovan.  Much to my surprise, so did Jefferson.  Donnie took
Raleigh's cock twice.  I was fucked by Charley and Hal.  I fucked Butch for
old times sake.

All in all, it was a good party.


This is the end of the Catfish Returns story.  I am thinking about having
Catfish take charge of the security of an archaeological expedition to
Central America next.  Does anyone have other stores ideas they would like
to see developed?

Bob bldhrymen@yahoo.com, or bldhrymn@aol.com