Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 18:36:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish's Miami Adventure

Catfish's Miami Adventure

By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T
read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for
minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual.  No effort to portray safe sex
practices has been made.  If you have any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.



Things were a bit slow at the office when I got a call from Sheridan
Hilton. At first I thought it was a fake name, but Sherry told me he had
been cursed with parents who had a strange sense of humor. He was the
president of the Geology Corporation.  It own a series of boutique hotels
for men. "Technically were a club modeled on English gentleman clubs.  We
have bedroom, a good dining room and athletic facilities," he
explained. "You pay a membership fee and then a per day fee for the room,
Everything else is free."

"What's the fee?"

"Membership is $10,000.00.  Rooms are $500.00."

"Pricey," I said.  "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"I heard you are a smart man," Sherry said. "Our clientèle is gay, mostly
closeted, and our staff is 100% queer. The staff is also 100%
oversexed. I'm very selective with the staff. They are paid very well."

"I take it there are no extra charges for additional services?"

"You do understand," he said. "If a staff member and club member hit it
off, that fine with us. No money changes hands. It all a matter of personal
preference. We have a wide range of staff members, young and old and some
muscle men running the athletic facilities.  The pool is nude after 9:00.
We have a devoted membership."

"And the fly in the ointment?"

"Several of the members have gotten messages that could be interpreted as
preludes to blackmail," Sherry said. "I need to nip that in the bud."

"How general is the problem?"

"So far it's only in Miami, at the Coral. We name the clubs after local
stones,the Granite in Boston, the Brownstone in New York, the Travertine in
Rome, the Pentellic in Athens, and the Mosaic in Istanbul.  The problem has
only occurred in Miami. If it gets out we're done for. Can you help us?" he
asked. "You are highly recommended by some of my friends. I think you would
like the Coral.  You fit the profile of our staff."

"You think so?"

"Your friends recommend you highly in every respect," Sherry explained.

I said I'd think about it. A week later I was in Miami hired as the night
time handyman and locker room attendant at the Coral. Since I was the night
staff, I had a small bedroom off the pool.  I wasn't on duty through the
night. I was on call, so it wasn't too difficult. I thought a trip to Miami
would be nice. I had never been there before.  Sherry wanted me in
particular. A good portion of their guests were foreign, mostly Europeans
and South Americans. They thought a hillbilly was exotic, a bit of local
color.

Strangely enough, Sherry thought I could play a hillbilly well. Sherry was
being polite.  He thought I was a hillbilly. When we met, he also realized
I wasn't the kind of person you would think of as a detective. "Catfish,
there's just something about you that suggests getting your pants zipped up
in the morning is the extent of your intellectual prowess," he said. That
was the secret of my success. I was born to be ignored and overlooked. It
was the perfect cover for a detective.

The Coral was a block from the beach in a notably unimpressive building. It
was well maintained, but you would expect it to be the home of some elderly
couples from New York. Inside the door it was luxurious and much bigger
than it looked.

The manger of the Coral, Juan Santos, was the only man Sherry was positive
about. He had discovered the problem and called Sherry immediately. Juan
was a distinguished looking middle aged man with a closely cropped mustache
and a deep tan.  He looked like a Latin Marlboro man.

He was Cuban and the sole support of his elderly mother. The generous
salary of the Coral was good for him and his mother's medical bills. Juan
was gay and a good judge of man meat. He knew how to separate the street
trash for the plain old over sexed. Oversexed was fine; trashy wasn't. As a
matter of policy, everyone who worked at the coral was pleasant and
helpful.

My direct supervisor was an Anglo named Denny Dubinski. He was a former
marine from the Bronx, who ran the athletic facilities.  He had three pool
attendants-life guards and two exercise men working for him. I could see
Sherry's scheme for staffing in these men. The life guards were a blond
surfer type name Beau, a handsome muscle man named Julio and a Vietnamese
man named Ngat. There was a Richard Simmons type aerobics man named Ric,
and a massive body builder, Willy. Denny was a hairy gorilla type.  In
short, there was something for just about everyone's tastes.

The same could be said of the porters, bell boys cooks and
waiters. Everyone was attractive in some way. The Coral's staff wore
uniforms typical of a tropical hotel. I did notice that the shirts tended
to be see through, and the fabrics were light weight. No one wore
undershorts. Nothing was too obvious, but if you were interested in a guy's
equipment it didn't take much imagination. All the guests were interested.

There was one quirk in the hotel's fine accommodations. There was no
separate locker room for the staff. The management claimed the hotel was
too small to have two facilities. Guests and staff would shower
together. The staff hours were staggered so one could find naked staff
members in the locker room throughout the day.  This was most popular with
the guests.

I am a notably unimpressive man.  Normally I get attention only when I'm
naked. The Coral's light weight pants fabric tended to show off my assets
right off the bat. When Denny saw me for the first time he did a double
take.

"Shit, you've got a third leg," he said. "What in hell do you do with that
thing?"

"The usual, I guess. Don't worry. I never shove it into where it's not
welcome."

Juan came by and saw me and it. He smiled. "I think you'll be a crowd
pleaser," he remarked.

"Are you a top?" Denny asked. I nodded. Denny leaned close to me and
whispered, "Just be careful. Some of the guests don't know their limits."
I went off to work. I have played the role of locker room attendant before
and I knew my stuff.  I like to clean things up, so it was good for
me. Denny wasn't too enthusiastic about me until he discovered that.  Being
horse hung is one thing, but being able to clean up the locker room is
quite another.

Denny wasn't shortchanged in the places where it counted himself, nor would
he be mistaken for a girly man. He was built like a gorilla and had an
impressive Bronx accent. My South-west Virginia twang and his Bronx accent
were just short of needing a translator to be understood. Ngat thought I
looked like the gorilla's trained monkey next to Denny. Denny like that.

When I first met Juan and Denny, it was hard to believe they were sexually
driven men. They were both conventional and laid back. Both gave you the
impression a monthly roll in the hay with their wife of twenty-five years
would more than meet their sexual needs. That wasn't the case at all. They
both had the sexual needs of a rutting bull. The same was true of the rest
of the staff.  They all seemed to be nice guys who just happened to be
sexually driven. The chef, Humberto, was a great cook, Beau was a fine
personal trainer. Humberto was a cook who liked sex, not a sex manic who
could flip hamburgers.

That was the reason for Sherry's success. His hotels combined good service,
fine food and orgasms in an attractive package. I soon realized the staff
weren't the only ones who provided entertainment. A good many of the
residents were willing to help out. Several men scheduled vacations and
trips to coincide with their playmates schedules.

Each of the three floors of the hotel had one,larger suite. It was made
available to guests who liked to entertain. Some times this was for only
invited guests, but most of the time the guests had an open door policy.

Normally it takes a few days for me to get into the swing of a place. At
the Coral I was a fixture within hours. It wasn't my personality that did
it, it was the Coral pants. I had to hose down the shower area and got
pretty wet.  My shorts didn't cling; they became transparent. The
difference between being naked and clothed was just a technicality.

The guest seemed to like it. I met a buffed, Viking type from Sweden named
Lars the first morning, and in the afternoon an intense looking Pakistani
businessman named Haider checked me out.  It seemed that most of the
American guests liked the younger, smooth types. Beau and Ngat had a ring
of admirers near by at all times. Ngat looked very boyish, as is often the
case with oriental men.  He was buffed and muscular, and had no boy cock,
if the bulge in his Speedo was real.

Lars was an industrialist making machine tools. Haider was meeting with the
owner of a Brazilian chain store executive, marketing his firm's economy
computers for sale in Latin America.  Both men had been to the Coral before
and knew Denny.  Denny told me they were having a little get together that
evening. "If you think you can get by, let me know," Denny said. "I can
give them a heads up."

"Who else is going to be there?"

"I'm not too sure," he said. "There's a good chance Santos, a Brazilian,
will be there. He's older but a good guy." Denny leaned close to me. "Can
you bottom?"

I said I could. "If I'm inspired, this is," I added.

Denny smiled. "These are pretty inspirational men. We've been messing
around for several years. You're the first guy they've wanted to join our
group."

"You'll be there?"

Denny nodded. He told me it would be in Lars 'room and gave me the room
number and the time, 9:00. I went back to work. At dinner time the Dining
room was somewhat formal. For those who didn't want to get dressed up, we
took order for diners to be brought to the pool.  I was the delivery man.
The kitchen was under the firm command of Chief Huberto. He was a first
rate cook with a wide range. His dinner's were 4 star, but his sandwiches
were good too. Nothing left the kitchen without his seal of approval.

When I went to pick up food for the guests for the first time he questioned
me in detail. He was Italian, and was puzzled by my accent. We got over
that and he told me where to stand a wait for the food. The food was to be
delivered immediately since it would be the exactly right temperature when
it reached the pool. "The last pool man picked up all the food at the same
time, then microwaved it!" Humberto said in a scandalized tone of voice.

"That toughens the food," I said. "I don't mind getting the food when it's
ready. A few extra trips will keep me thin."

That was what Humberto wanted to hear. He looked me over. "You don't look
like you have a weight problem," he said. He took a long look at my crotch
and then smiled. "You have weight in the right places. I never serve horse
meat, but I do appreciate it," he added winking at me.  Humberto and I
understood each other. I was off duty from 8:00 to midnight when I was on
call.

I got to the room at 9:00 on the dot. Lars peeked out, then opened the
door. Denny and a man I didn't know were already there and naked.

"Am I over dressed?" I asked.

Lars laughed. He had blue eyes and a golden blond beard. He had a beautiful
smile and his eyes seemed to twinkle. "You may be over dressed now, but we
can solve that problem!" I peeled off my shirt and dropped my pants in a
split second.

"Oh baby!" the man I didn't know exclaimed.

"Denny said you are called Catfish?" Lars said. I nodded.  "This is Santos.
He is a member of our fraternity."  I shook hands with Santos.

Santos was a man of average height and was a bit over weight.  He was well
tanned and covered in curly black hair. Bald, he had a close cropped black
beard. The lighting was dim and I couldn't get a good view of his
equipment.

Lars had a perfect cock for fucking his way through Miami, Viking style. It
was a bit over average size, but pretty. He was all pink and dusted in
golden hair.  Denny had a bodybuilders physique. He had shaved his body,
but the hair was growing back.  His cock and balls formed a compact
ornament at his crotch.

There was a gentle knocking at the door.  It was Haider and he brought a
friend. Haider was entirely westernized in dress.  He had been educated at
Oxford and the London School of Economics, so he was more European than
Pakistani. His friend was a Sikh, with a turban and massive beard. He
looked positively fierce. He was introduced as Ranjit Singh.

"You can call me Ran," he said in a incredibly deep bass voice. He was tall
and slender. He and Haider stripped.  Naked Ran was a Sikh version of Sam
Elliot.  His his body hair was so thick he was almost furry.

Lars served drinks, and we got to know each other. Ran and I were new to
the group. There other men knew each other. I was the smallest man in the
room, but had the biggest cock. I thought Rannie was uncomfortable being
naked, so I went over to talk with him. "Are you new to this?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he replied. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"To tell you the truth, I would bet you can just stand still and let it
happen," I said. Santos came over to us. He wasn't too interested in
talking. He wanted to look at my cock. Under his gaze, my cock began to
grow.  As it grew Santos' cock began to respond. He had a beer can style
organ.

Ran put his arm around me. He was looking at my cock and smiling. "I see
what you mean.  You've got a beauty," he said. "A real beauty." I felt for
his cock fondled his uncut member. Ran was soft when I touched it, but
began to firm up a few seconds later. Santos got on his knees to suck me.
I bent over to suck Ran. He was one of those guys who have double the skin
they need so I did some exploring with my tongue.

I had no idea if Ran had some gay experiences or if this was all new to
him.  I sucked his skin into my mouth then worked my tongue into the pucker
and went head hunting. Inside the tube was the slight taste of soap, and
the gamy taste of man.  By the time I found the cock head, he was oozing
precum. He was fully erect and there was still room for my tongue and his
knob.

Santos wasn't knew to the scene, but my cock was too big for him. He spent
his time spit polishing my knob.  That was good for me and he seemed to
like it. We relocated to the bed and started serious sucking. At first Ran
just let me suck him. I couldn't tell if he was purely passive or if he
just needed time to prime the pump.

Denny, Lars and Haider were getting acquainted on the other side of the
room as we began our explorations. Lars was on his back with Haider working
his cock into the Swede's ass. Denny held Lars' legs open and fed Lars his
cock. When Ran saw that his excitement level grew.  "You like to fuck? I
asked him.

"I don't know," he replied. "I think I would. Maybe later."

I continued sucking him, but then let Santos play with him a while. When I
stood Ran saw my cock fully erect for the first time. I moved in range of
his mouth, but he didn't take the bait.  "You can touch it," I said.  He
was uneasy but reached out and stoked my shaft. A blob of pre cum oozed
form my cock.

I collected it on my finger and then offered it to him. By now I guessed
Ran wasn't the most sexually experienced man in the world. He stuck his
tongue out and touched the glistening fluid. He then began to suck my
finger. Santos was enjoying Ran's cock, so he was turned on.

"I'm oozing pre cum all ready," I said. "You got me going." I got my cock
still closer and this time Ran went for it. I remembered the first time I
sucked a man. I was the most nervous kid in the world ten seconds before my
tongue can in contact with the cock, and the happiest man ten seconds later
when I knew I liked it. Luckily, Ran's throat was made for my cock and it
was a good fit.

I discovered Ran liked big, well endowed hairy men.  I wasn't big, but I
had the other bases covered. His first experience was with the cock of his
dreams. This was a lot for a guy to take, but Ran was in his early forties
and had some catching up to do.

We took a break and went over to Haider and Lars. When Haider pulled out
Lars' ass looked empty. Lube was nearby, so I coated my cock and gave Lars
a ride. Lars was more than willing but his ass had misgivings. He has so
much lube in his ass getting in wouldn't be a problem. I like repeat
customers, so I took my time.

Haider had transferred his affection and his cock to Santos. Santos was
bent over the bed with Haider pounding him. Denny was to the side and when
ever Haider got close to shooting, Denny would take his place in Santos'
ass. Santos just whimpered and moaned as the men double teamed him.

Ran stood next to me.  He reminded me of a puppy eager to learn new skills
to please his master. I got him to lubricate his cock and let Ran take his
maiden fuck in the Swede's hole. Ran didn't last long. He tried to pull out
when he started to ejaculate, but I didn't let him.  I wanted his cum deep
in Lars' ass.  Cum is the best lube. When I let him out, I went in deep.

Lars was winded, but happy. It didn't hurt. For the rest of the night we
round Robin fucked. Ran fucked Santos. Lars fucked me and Santos.  Much to
everyone surprise, I fucked Haider. Actually no one was more surprised than
Haider himself.  He wasn't a natural bottom, but he enjoyed a challenge. I
had to leave at 11:00 to do my night job. There were a few small scale
emergencies that night. Someone dropped a tray and broke some glasses in a
bed room. A vacuum cleaner and a few towels solved that problem.

At 1:30 in the morning Denny came by my room. I was still awake. "You did
well, Catfish, the guests loved it," he said.

"How bad can sex with hot men be?"

Denny smiled, "That's the way I see it. Some of the staff sees it as a
chore.  They like to play with younger men."

"What do you like?" I asked.  He looked at my crotch. The night wasn't
over. I usually don't screw my boss on the first day in the job, but Denny
was ripe.