Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2006 18:58:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Rides Again 7

Catfish Rides Again 7

By Bald Hairy Man

If you are offended by gay sex or are underage, DON'T read this story. This
is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex is made in
this story.  This story is part of an extended group of stories listed
under Millennium Construction Company. You might look up, Young Catfish for
more background on this story. If you have want to know more about the
characters look them up.  If you have comments write me at
bldhrymn@excite.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

The next day began when Daryl, Aunt Becky's son, and Liz, Ellen's daughter,
arrived. I had been afraid Edith's nasty disposition had driven the close
relatives away. Liz was with her son, Herb.  Cousin Buddy also came with
his kids, John and Cecilia, who were teenagers now. My Mom had been helping
them since their Mom was murdered.  There was bad blood between Daryl, Liz
and Aunt Edith, so it was good they came to give their mothers some
support.

The funeral was as good as it could have been. Rev Pettigrew put a lot of
emphasis on the "all knowing, all understanding and all forgiving God."
Mom and my Aunts liked that. The music was good. Tom was a spectacular
organist and the old, war-horse type hymns sounded new again. There was a
good crowd, mostly of older people.  The Police Chief was there in uniform.
The state troopers were in plain clothes.  Some murderers like to go to the
funeral of their victims.  The Troopers were on the watch.

Rollie had lined up some younger men to be the pall bearers.  I sat with my
Aunts since Graham had my mother under his wing. Jonathan assisted in the
service. I saw Carl looking at him and recognized something much closer to
love than I would have guessed.

The cemetery was two miles away.  It was old and pretty. Edith had erected
a tall obelisk by Uncle Edgar's grave. Everything was quiet, peaceful and
dignified.  It was a cool and pleasant day. We went to a local restaurant
for lunch with Edith's friends and our relatives. Most of them were getting
well up in years, only a few of my generation were there.  In the afternoon
we talked.  My Aunts were overwhelmed by the amount of work that needed to
be done to settle the estate and to go though the house. They were tired
and emotionally drained.

Daryl, Liz and Buddy had planned to go home after the funeral, but that was
before Cecilia began to plan.  "Since we're here, we might as well get as
much done as we can and get it out of the way.  We're free for the next
couple of days. Why don't we see what we can do?"

"Everyone's tired," I said.

"It's just going to be hanging over everyone's head," Becky said. "It might
be better to get it out of the way." Cecilia seemed to be a born leader of
men and women. Soon everyone fell into line. That included Graham and
Carl. Carl did estate work and he had no desire to go home as long as he
had a chance to spend time with Jonathan. Graham said he'd do the legal
work with the probate Judge while Carl went after the financial and real
estate assets. Mom stayed close to Graham.

Daryl was a stock broker in DC and joined Graham in dealing with the
financial aspects of Edith's estate. I asked him if he knew anything about
Capitol Exploration.  He said no, but if there was a computer available he
would find out.  I asked him to do that.  Scooter had a computer in the
double-wide.  Liz and Herb joined the cleanup crew, with some bad
grace. Liz hated Edith.

While cousin Buddy was a deliberate and slow-moving farmer, his children
were fireballs.  After dinner, Cecilia drove me and her brother to a Wal
Mart to get cleaning and packing stuff.  She had just got her licence and
wanted to show her new found skills.

All the men stayed in Scooter's place and the women stayed with
Elizabeth. It was crowded, but okay.  I shared a bed with John and I would
have to give the boy the first prize in a snoring contest.  I don't know
how the roof stayed on the double wide, given the snoring.  Fortunately, I
was so tired, it didn't make any difference.

We were up at the crack of dawn the next day and went off to the house with
my Aunts before breakfast.  Cecilia pulled some tubs onto the lawn and we
started washing. She cleaned the china and small stuff.  John went for the
furniture.

John was built like his father and was strong as an ox. He was into body
building, and nothing was too heavy for him to move.  At 17 he was about as
masculine as a kid his age could be. He also was a flaming heterosexual. I
soon found out girls loved him and he loved them.  John wasn't
conventionally good looking, but he had an air.

I was going to get some breakfast from the diner, but that wasn't
necessary.  Bob and Sally Smith appeared and came over to see what was
going on. When Sally found out we hadn't had breakfast, she went off to
solve the problem.  She was a good cook.  Bob joined us cleaning. He also
put up a small tent, so there would be shade. Eventually several neighbors
joined us as did their teen age children. Scooter and two other volunteer
firemen joined us later.  They knew a lot about smoke and water damage.

Cecilia was petite and pretty, energetic and outgoing.  She was so
energetic I was afraid she might have a problem. Her mother had spectacular
mood swings.  I talked to Buddy about it and he said he had taken her to a
doctor.  The doctor said he was just energetic, not manic-depressive.

Once we started working Liz got in better humor. She had married a Catholic
and that was the sin of sins to Edith.  Herb was 23 or 24 and shy, but a
hard worker. I was amazed at how much we got done.

One of the neighbors had a truck and he took several loads to the
dump. There was no way to save most of the upholstered furniture. The acrid
smell of the fire was over powering. There were several old pieces that
could be stripped bare and redo.  The rest was junk. Herb and I were
tossing an arm chair onto the truck when a letter fell out. It had been
stuck in the pillows. The envelope said it was from Resource Management
Inc.  The letter was still inside.

The letter said Resource Management would investigate the potential of
mineral and oil rights for a modest fee. The fee was $10,000.00.  I knew
Aunt Edith well enough to know that wasn't modest in her opinion.  There
was no chance in hell she would jump at that. Edith had written a note on
the back. "Lou will do it for $3,000 if I pay him in cash."

I know a clue when I find it, I called Donnan and told him about it, then I
called Daryl.  I asked him to look up Resource Management while he was
investigating Capitol Exploration. They day turned out to be a good
one. Mom and my Aunts found many heirlooms they thought had been lost.  It
was like a family reunion in many respects, and I also got to meet some of
the neighbors.

By late afternoon we were bushed, but had done a lot.  One of the neighbors
was having a cook out for local teenagers at a nearby lake.  Cecilia and
John were invited. They were fast workers and had made friends with several
locals. They would spend the night at a cabin there.  This would reduce the
overcrowding at Elizabeth's and simplify the sleeping arrangements at the
double-wide.

We were all a bit ragged looking, so took everyone to the diner for
dinner. The dress code there was informal. It was a hit. Andy was a good
cook.  His special for the day was souvlaki, and my Aunts loved that.  It
had been a slow day at the diner and we made his day.

My Mom and Aunts went back to Elizabeth's.  The guys went to Scooter's
double wide.  It was hot inside. "Why don't we go to the swimming hole and
cool off while this place cools?" Scooter suggested.

"No trunks," Daryl complained.

"Shit, boy!  You're in the country here!" Scooter exclaimed, "We're all
born with our trunks.  Haven't you skinny dipped before?"

"Not since I was a kid," Daryl said. "I spent a summer with Uncle Jesse and
I don't think he owned swimming trunks."

"As I recall, when he was at home, zipping your zipper was considered
formal wear!" I said.

"He tended to wear his pants an inch or two below his pubic hair, as I
recall," Buddy said.

"Mom said he was a character," Herb added.  "I only met him once. She
seemed to think he was a bad influence."

"He was a good guy," I said, "When my Dad died he was really helpful. He
was a lot of fun too."

Daryl laughed.  He glanced at me and I realized he had the same experience
with Jake as I did.  Jake had been my guide in the ways of man sex. "I
wouldn't describe it as good clean fun, but it sure was fun," Daryl added,
"It was one hell of a summer vacation."  We trooped off to the swimming
hole, stripped and jumped in. It was a spring fed pond and the water was
cool and refreshing.

I was doing the dog paddle across the pond when Herb swam up to me."I kind
of thought from the way Mom talked, Uncle Jake was a dirty old man," Herb
said.

I treaded water. "If she thinks that about Uncle Jake, what in hell does
she think about me?" I asked.

Poor Herb blushed. "When she married Dad, she got big into religion. In
some ways I think it was to get back at Aunt Edith and prove she could be a
good Christian as a Catholic," Herb said. "Even Dad thought she took it too
far."

"They're divorced now," I said. "That must have set her back."

"He's a nice guy. Dad told me Mom gave up on sex," Herb explained. "He
wasn't going to become a monk at age 40.  Mom's still afraid I might have
sex for non procreative purposes."

"Shit, that's the only kind of sex I have," I said.

"Mom guessed that," Herb said. He paused. "It's the only kind of sex I have
too," he whispered. "You like guys?" he asked.

"That's my poison."

"I've been having some non procreative sex too," Herb admitted. "With
guys."

"You liked it?"

"I guess I did," Herb replied.

"I you just guessed you did, you're doing it wrong," I said. "Maybe you
need lessons?"  Glancing over to the other side of the pond I saw Daryl,
Buddy and Scooter in a close huddle. I knew there was action under the
placid surface of the pond.  I looked down into the clear water. Herb was
hard. That seemed a good sign.

"It's time for beer!" Scooter yelled.  We got out of the water. Looking
around I could see no one was exactly soft.  Buddy and Herb were fully
erect. Herb looked relieved when he saw Buddy's erection.  We grabbed our
clothes and went back to the double wide, still naked.

Buddy was a middle-aged, hairy, ginger bear with an uncut, beer can style
cock. Daryl was tall and thin, with a long, thin cock. It was sticking out
at 45 degrees to his body. Herb was going to be hairy, like me when he got
older. He had a runner's body and was toned rather than muscular. He had a
tree trunk type cock, with a small head and shaft that grew thicker as I
got nearer his body. Herb had to have the hairiest crotch I had ever
seen. He was uncut and much of his skin was covered in hair. He must have
had some balls somewhere in the thicket.

"I'm tired as hell," Scooter said, "but I wouldn't mind a little fun before
I get to bed. Anyone who feels like playing can join me in my bedroom."

Buddy jumped up. "I'm game," he said. "Damn, I'm horny as hell."

"Is there anyone here who liked to get fucked?" Daryl asked. "The last time
I did it was with Uncle Jake when I was 18.  He told me I was good at it."

"I like it all. I'm a great top, if you like them big, but I'll bottom for
a cousin." I said.

"Would you do it for me?"  Herb asked. "I've never done it."

"Top or bottom?" Daryl asked.

"As a mater of fact, neither," Herb replied. "I'd like to try it.  Catfish
can guys really take your cock?"

"Some can," I said. "Scooter likes it. Buddy will take it if he's horny
enough.  We need to stop talking and get down to business."  We all went to
Scooter's bedroom. It turned out Scooter had his eye on Daryl and the two
were 69ing as soon as the found the bed. Buddy was interested in Herb, so
they went at it.

I was unoccupied, so I decided to play utility. I got out a tube of
lubricant. I did Scooter's ass first. I knew he liked to bottom and I had
some experience with his ass before. I squirted some on my finger then
worked it into his hole. From the 69 position, he watched my finger massage
Scooters hole, then go in. I got two fingers on the dark side, then found
his prostate. Scooter loved it, but Daryl was turned on. I could tell he
was excited. When I massaged Scooter's prostate, Daryl could taste the cock
react.

I moved on to Daryl.  He said he wanted to top, but I recalled Jake always
wanted you to be able to reciprocate. Daryl jumped a little when I touched
his buns for the first time.  Then he moved his leg so I could get to his
ass. He was really tight, but I took my time. It took maybe five minutes to
get a finger in deep enough to press his magic nut.

Once I did that, Daryl sighed and opened wide. I could have gotten my
entire hand in his ass if I was into that. I figured Uncle Jake had blazed
the trail and Daryl was filled with fond memories. Buddy was next.

Buddy led to bottom, but he was hard to open up.  His ass was tight and it
resisted penetration. Once you were in it was a great experience for the
top. His ass was vice like tight. It grabbed your cock and held it until
you came. For a long time I was worried he didn't enjoy it as much as his
tops did. I thought he didn't have a climax.  It turned out Buddy usually
had a hands free event early in a fuck session, but he didn't lose his
erection until you pulled out. Buddy loved it. I took a while, but I got
him lubed up.

Herb was an unknown quantity. He had watched me lubricate the other man and
he knew what was coming. He was kissing Buddy and when it was his turn he
pulled up his legs and spread the wide so his hole was open. He was more
than receptive. I swirled the lube around his hole and slipped a finger
into his ass without much resistance.  Herb's prostate was deep, but in
full operating order.  I was playing with it as I sucked Herb's cock when
Daryl made a sneak attack from the rear on me.

Being a bottom isn't my best suit, but I try to be accommodating.  A friend
told me he thought of me as a social bottom, willing to take a cock at a
party just to be part of the action.  I wasn't lubricated, but Daryl
was. He had seven inches, but his knob was the only part of his cock with
any heft.

Daryl's head popped in effortlessly, then the shaft slid deep into my
ass. I felt an incredible rush of sensation. The cock must have hit every
hot spot in my ass.  Herb's ass was on the edge of the bed, with his legs
drawn up and spread. I had two fingers in his ass, one on each side of his
prostate. Bent over, I was sucking Herb's cock as I squeezed his prostate.
Each time I squeezed, Herb would ooze some precum.

It must have been coincidence, but every time Herb oozed, Daryl thrust
deep. It was a perfect coordination of oral and anal sensations. I was in
heaven.

"Damn, I'd forgotten how good this is!" Daryl moaned. "Shit, I need to pull
out, or I'll shoot."  He pulled out.

"Too close?" Scooter asked.

"I'm out of practice," Daryl said. "Would you believe the last ass I was in
was Jake's?  That was 30 years ago."

"It's a bit like riding a bike, ain't it?" Buddy remarked.  Buddy slipped
his cock into my hole. Buddy usually bottomed, so I guessed he was inspired
by the moment.