Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 03:56:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Sees a Doctor 6


This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymen@aol.com.

Things were progressing, but not as much as I wanted. I thought I had
uncovered the main scam, but something wasn't right about the whole set
up. Certainly getting access to the Commonwealth's computer system was of
value, but the petty crime at the hospital didn't fit. There were millions
to be made in identity theft.  Why endanger it with muggings? I was
puzzled.

I knew the privatization of governmental services was the basic principle
of some right wing politicians. Rent-a-cops, night watchmen and security
consultants were everywhere. Police departments and other emergency
services were under funded as a matter of pride. In some ways Catfish &
Company was a result of this trend to out source. I had a feeling,
something was missing.

The next morning the attack on the nurse was on the front page of the local
paper and on the television. I didn't like this. There is always a delicate
balance between warning the public about a problem and scaring off the
crook. The coverage of the attack wasn't a little something on the inside
of the second section.  It was a front page main headline.  It seemed like
overkill.

The next day a doctor was mugged as he left the hospital at 4:00 in the
morning. Dr. Frederic Wilson was a trauma surgeon with a national
reputation. He was badly beaten and had a broken arm, wrist and leg.

Rita and one of her associates came upon the mugging in the final stages
and chased away the two men. Rita got a glimpse of one of the men's
face. She and Helen gave a good physical descriptions to the
police. Unfortunately their glimpses of the men weren't detailed enough for
a sketch artist, or a mug shot review. Helen also saw an SUV driving by.
It had blacked out windows, but the licence plate wasn't from Virginia.

I got a call from Mrs. DeVal. There had been a mugging of an intern at the
University Hospital in Richmond three days earlier.  Mrs. DeVal knew
Dr. Wilson. She said he was near the top of the academic and medical food
chain.

"Did he have any enemies?" I asked. "It seems like it's a too brutal attack
to be a random mugger."

"Freddy is the prototype of the much beloved physician," Liz DeVal
said. "He's very good at what he does, and tends to be the doctor who
patches things up after a gunfight. If you're a low life crook, Freddy's
the man to sew you up.  I seriously doubt he had an enemy in the world."

"The muggers were white," I said. "That's a bit unexpected for a hospital
in the middle of town."

"Is that a racist comment?" Liz asked.

"No, it's a geographical comment," I replied. "White muggers like suburban
shopping centers, or parking lots. The middle of a densely populated
university isn't their thing."

"Maybe they were drugged up?" she suggested.

"I was thinking 4:00 a.m. is late for that. They should have passed out by
then, or been trying to rob a doctor's office or a pharmacy." I said, "My
witnesses didn't think they were locals."

"What do you mean?" Liz asked.

"Rita's a smart and observant woman," I explained. "They weren't dressed
like local scum bags. There was nothing definite, but they struck her as
not right. They weren't wearing the clothes a local gangster might
wear. It's just a feeling she had, but as I said, she's observant.  Do you
have any information on the Richmond incident?"

"Nothing useful.  The newspaper had gone overboard on the incident.  Front
page and in depth coverage," Liz said. "That's just what the hospital
needs. Being a center city hospital is hard enough."  We compared
notes. Liz was up to the minute on the Richmond attack.

I went to work that evening and found the Captain and most of his crew on
the job. The Captain was frantic.  He regarded the attack as a personal
failure on his part. The Greenfield men were doing what they could. I
wouldn't have hired them for my own organization, but they were trying.
Butch's crowd wasn't in evidence.

"We had that entrance covered," the Captain said. "There were cameras and
the desk was manned.  The guys found a gap in the camera coverage. We had a
guy sitting at the desk watching and it was just out of sight. "

"Did you check the film?" I asked.

The Captain looked at me oddly. "Yes I did and it confirms the story. You
see the doctor walking out the door.  He vanished for 30-45 seconds, then
you see these two broads running up," he said.  "The women from
housekeeping scared the perps away."

"Not much time for casual conversation was there?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"They say the Doctor was badly beaten. There wasn't much time for the "give
me your wallet," formalities, was there?"

"No, there wasn't," he replied.  "You think it was an attack, not a
mugging?" I didn't say anything.  "You're not a janitor, are you?" I didn't
say anything this time either. "Am I up shit creek?"

"You're okay," I said. "The problem is elsewhere.  You may be the fall
guy."

"Shit.  Can you tell me what's up?"

"Not exactly," I replied, "I don't know all the pieces of the puzzle. Drop
by my apartment after work.  We can talk." the Captain nodded.

The locker room was a mess.  Many of the men were doing double shifts, so
they were using the locker room and showers more. Janitorial duties
occupied all of my time. I got back to my apartment at 10:00. The Captain
was already there, talking with Jerry. Jerry was escorting women to and
from his niece's apartment. He was waiting for a call.

We went into my apartment. I offered them a beer, but they took a soft
drink instead. They must have had good Gaydar.  It was clear to me Jerry
and the Captain had hit it off. Jerry got a call and went off. The Captain
sat back in a chair and promptly fell asleep. I covered him with a quilt
and went to bed.

When I woke up, the Captain and Jerry were sleeping on the quilt linked
cock to mouth. Jerry woke went I to the bathroom. He joined me. "You must
think I'm a slut," he said.  "You do have nice friends."

"The Captain's a good man, in spite of some ups and downs," I said. "You
can pack a lot of stress reduction in a single orgasm.  A little R & R is
good for him.  It's stressful out there."

"We talked some last night. We've shared a few of the same downs," Jerry
said. "It's hard sometimes to be an anti-gay man who loves to suck
cock. It's funny to see something so clearly in another man and not see it
at all in yourself."

"Sometimes that's what makes us human, I'm afraid," I said.  I went to take
a shower and Jerry joined me. He washed my back and seemed to be
particularly interested in my ass. I did the same for him. He surprised me
by bending way over and opening his ass wide.

Jerry had a nice ass, with a tight pillow of muscle around the hole. I'm
not a rimmer usually, but he twitched it for me in invitation. When my
tongue touched it, he opened it up. I pushed deeper and encountered the
faint taste of lubricant and cum.  The Captain must have shot his stress
reduction into Jerry's ass.

I wasn't sure my cock would fit his back door, but I knew he wanted
it. I've encountered many men who wanted but couldn't take it, and I
suspected Jerry was one of these. I decided to give it a try anyway.

I was 100% wrong. The second my cock head touched his anus, he opened
wide. My cock vanished effortlessly into the depth of his rectum. If I
could have forced my balls and any other organ into his ass, he'd have
taken them.  My first thrust was like an electric shock to him, he tensed,
then relaxed. He totally relaxed except for his sphincter. It had a vice
like grip on my cock. I had to get to work shortly, but we had a good
workout before I had to leave. I sort my load into his ass.  He shot off as
I did. When he got his breath back he asked if we could do it again that
night.  I said sure.

I walked to work. It was 5:15 in the morning, but the Charlottesville
Police as well as a slew of State Troopers were everywhere. At the hospital
I discovered a body had been found, beaten to a pulp. They identified the
body two hours later.  It was Walrus. He was the man Butch had cold cocked
a few days earlier.

Walrus wanted revenge, and I told him to wait. I guessed he hadn't. The
hospital looked like an armed camp by now.  I told the investigating
officer, Joe Miller, about this.  After calling Buster's apartment and
getting no answer, he sent a squad car to investigate.  They called back in
a half hour and said the apartment was vacant and showed signs of a hasty
exit.  Detective Miller immediately sent out an all points bulletin for
Buster.

The Greenfield offices were the headquarters for the investigation, so the
police and troopers were using the facilities. It was a 24 hour a day
operation, with most of the Greenfield men doing double shifts. Several
troopers knew me, but they kept it quiet. I was more useful under
cover. There were no Hartland Security men except for Wolf, Toby and two
others.  Buster had vanished.

There was a media frenzy. The Richmond papers were calling for the
University to be closed. Fortunately cooler heads prevailed. The University
and the Hospital supporters went into overdrive. Letters to the editor and
phone calls of support fanned out throughout the state.  I was surprised at
the media reaction. Even in an age when media hype was common, this seemed
excessive to me.

With the heavy police presence, the Captain went over the newspaper
accounts. He called me into his office. "Have you seen the newspapers?" he
asked. "There's something strange in them."

"What?"

"There's some information we didn't make public," he said. "They refer to
the attacker getting away in a black Escalade.  No one said that.  No one
saw that."

"Could there be another witness?" I asked.

"Dr. Wilson is a very popular man," the Captain said. "The phones are
ringing off the hook with people trying to help.  No one has mentioned an
Escalade.  I checked."

"What paper was it in?" I asked.

"The Richmond News & Report," he said. It was a small newspaper that did
mostly news service reports.  I didn't think they had reporters.  It was
curious. The next time I got to call my office, I'd asked them to check it
out.

That night I had a full house at my apartment. Karl Maybury and Carter
Smith were old friends from when I was a prison guard came by. They had
been prison guards when I first met them. Now they were state troopers
assigned to the case. Karl was a massive, bear like man covered in ginger
hair for head to toe. The ginger was well mixed with white now.  Carter was
blond, tall and still thin. They brought a friend with them, Trooper Kevin
Donovan.  He was in his mid 30s and seemed pleasant, if up tight.

Jerry showed up between his duties escorting coeds to their homes and
apartments. By now most students were moving in groups, but Jerry was a big
and formidable man.  They felt safer with him. When Jerry saw the three men
in my apartment, he liked what he saw.

Karl went with me to the kitchen to get drinks. "Catfish, I hate to sound
like an old cock hound, but I'd love to have some fun like we did in the
old days," Karl whispered. I looked at Kevin. "Don't worry about Kevin," he
said, "He's pledging the fraternity. I've told him about you and he's like
to see you in action. What about the other guy?" he asked, glancing at
Jerry.  "Can you get rid of him, or is he with the program?"

"He's with the program," I replied. Karl slipped his hand into my pants and
cupped my equipment in his meaty hand. We went back to the living room.

"Guys, I'd love to have a nice, slow get-to-know-you session followed by
some hot sex tonight," I said, "but I'm tired and it's late. If you don't
mind, I'd like to cut to the chase and get it on.  Is that okay?"

"It sure as shit is," Karl said. "Let's get naked and get hard!" It was as
if someone had shot a starting gun. We were all naked and sucking in a
minute or so.  Kevin was the only newcomer in the group, but he had a good
seven-inch cock and had no problem showing it off.  He was smooth, buffed
and almost statue like except for his genitals. He had a thick bush and
veiny, uncut meat. It looked like a Neanderthal's cock had been grafted on
a Greek sculpture.

Jerry went right after Kevin's cock. I re acquainted myself with Karl and
Carter. We all enjoyed it. Karl had always been into man play.  Carter was
more reserved. Karl was still into it, but Carter was downright
enthusiastic.

It didn't take long for Kevin to discover Jerry liked it in the ass. Jerry
also was willing to accommodate everyone. I was surprised to find that
Kevin was open minded too. His ass wasn't virgin. He wasn't as well hung as
me, but he was impressive.

"Karl told me you were big," Keith said. "You never know what's a guy's
like until you see it close up and personal."

"Is it okay?" I asked. He took a long look and then he stroked my cock.  I
felt him out. Kevin smiled.

"Do you take it in the ass?" Kevin whispered.

I nodded.  "You?"  I asked.

Kevin nodded. "I normally top," he said, "but I don't mind trying new
experiences. I've never had one as big as yours.  Do you take your time?"

"I never go where I'm not wanted and I never go deeper than you want
either, if you get my drift," I said. I looked at the other men. Karl was
in Jerry's ass and Carter was next in line. The night turned into an anal
version of musical chairs. A tube of lubricant floated around the room. I
coated Carter's cock and he slipped into Karl's ass. Karl was already
embedded in Jerry's hole.

Kevin worked some lube into Carter's ass and forced his way in. Carter
liked things a bit rough and he was happy. I worked some of the slippery
gel into Kevin's hole and then slowly worked my way in. Kevin was tight,
but willing. It took some time.

The men broke apart when they realized what I was doing and encouraged
Kevin. They knew how intense taking a big cock could be. Kevin was sweating
like a pig and shivering from time to time. I rested a few times to let
Kevin get his bearings. When he began to relax, he signaled me, I would
push deeper.

"I'm in," I said when my pubic hair was touching his hole. I was still for
a while, then began to pulse my cock. Soon I was thrusting. The other men
switched playmates.  Karl was now fucking Carter and Jerry got behind me
and nudged his cock into my behind. Kevin was tight, and the new pressure
on my prostate intensified the sensations.

I was really close to shooting, so I pulled out. Kevin launched himself at
Karl's ass. I cooled off, then returned to Jerry. His ass had been opened
up by the other men and was more than welcoming. It was as if his sphincter
was caressing my cock as it slipped into his lube filled ass. When I got
close to shooting, I pulled out and let Carter take my place.

I got on the bed next to Jerry, pulled my legs up and opened my ass. Kevin
switched from fucking Karl to me. Kevin was a fucker, not a lover. He
rammed his cock into my ass.  "Cool down cowboy," I said. Kevin had
twitched a few times. He shot a volley or two into my ass, but stopped the
orgasm.  He was still.

"Hold it!" I said, "You're good and ripe.  See if you can pump and keep
just short of shooting." at first it was nip an tuck, but Kevin discovered
he had good control over his ejaculations. He could fuck for a while, give
my prostate a short cum bath, then cool down.  His cock was big, but his
cock head was bigger.

I may sound odd, but I think my prostate fell in love with his cock
head. The edge of his mushroom rubbed me just the right way. Since he was
so close to an orgasm all the time, his organ was fully engorged.  I had to
tell Kevin to slow up a few times, when I got too close to shooting. Both
of us were on the edge of a full blown orgasm. We were trying to see how
long we could go before climaxing.  We teetered on the edge, but I couldn't
mainintain the state. I began to ejaculate Roman candle style.