Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 19:12:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish  helps Uncle Jake 3

Catfish Helps Uncle Jake 3

By Bald Hairy Man

This story fills in a gap between Young Catfish and Millennium Construction
Company. Catfish also appears in Play Pen. It 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.

I got home in time to make dinner for Jake and Mom.  I asked him about the
Battle Run Park development.

"It was such a stupid idea I thought it would die a natural death," he
said. "Some ideas are so stupid, you get blindsided when they pop up out of
no where."

"Who wanted it?" Mom asked.

"Mayor White and Marvin Black were pushing it," Jake answered. "They're two
of the most limited men I know.

"Wasn't Black the business teacher at school?" I asked.

"He retired and took up politics," Jake said. "He was a piss poor teacher
and he was given early retirement. He said some unseemly things about
several of his black students, so we asked him to leave with no fuss. He a
sly and nasty one. Marvin got the word out that he had been fired because
he was white.  Nothing official, but the the word was on the street. All
the unreconstructed segregationists put him in office. I was a quiet year
and barely 2,000 people voted. He squeaked in."

"Battle Run isn't much of park," I said.

"It really isn't a park at all," Jake said.  "It was given to the town in
1927, but the Depression ended any chance of developing it then. It's been
laying around ever since, but it could be a beautiful place. It's 100
acres. Black and White wanted to sell it for a song.  Some sort of a prison
wanted to build there. They said there would be lots of jobs."

"I don't remember that dispute at all," Mom said.

"Well, it popped out of nowhere," Jake said. "It never got to the town
council, We put an end to at at the Industrial Development Commission. We
told them to study it for a year.  Haven't heard a peep from them since."

Mom was the private night nurse for a lady, so she left and Jake and I
settled down for a night of cards. Around 9:00 the doorbell rang. It was
Skeeter from the body shop.  He was going home after his bowling league and
stopped in to see how Jake was.

"Jake we've got company," I yelled, "Get your self decent!" he was on his
bed, naked.

"Who is it?" Jake bellowed.

"Skeeter!"

"Well bring him in. We're all boys here," Jake said.  By the time we got to
the bedroom, Jake had pulled the sheets over the lower half of his body.

"You're looking good,"Skeeter said, "After what happened to you I was
afraid you'd look like hamburger."

"You should have seen me three weeks ago," Jake replied.

"I talked with Mrs. Ellington. I think the truck was a Ford 250 and
metallic blue," Skeeter said.  "I'm pretty sure it had Connecticut
plates. Mrs. Ellington is good about colors. After we talked a little she
remembered the number 250 and the letter F.  Maybe it was the plate, but I
would bet it was the model. I called Chief Walker and told him about it."

"That should help," I said, "It sure narrows the field some. The metallic
paint takes a lot of work to get right, doesn't it?

"It does," Skeeter replied. "It's not your back of the garage paint touch
up. Clint told me you definitely broke the windshield.  There was tons of
glass on the site of the accident." I went a got a beer for us. When got
back Skeeter and Jake were talking.

When i walked back into the room Skeeter asked, "Are you sure you two are
related? You couldn't look more different."

"My Daddy looked a lot like me," Jake said. "My momma was five feet zero
and 97 pounds soaking wet. She was a Newton.  Catfish got the Newton
genes. Don't worry, he's smarter then he looks."

Skeeter laughed. "That's what they say about me!  We talked for a while
then Skeeter said, "I don't want to get you tired. I should be getting
home." He left. The next morning I ran into Monty at the grocery. He was
off duty.  We said hello and moved on, but later he was waiting for me
outside.

"I really liked meeting with you and Jake the other day", he said.

"I was fun wasn't it?"

Monty nodded. "I was wondering if maybe I might drop by again?" he asked.

"To tell you the truth, you can drop by just about anytime," I said. "It's
pretty boring.  I think Jake can't get up for another week or two."

Monty leaned close to me. "I have a friend who'd like to meet you.  Is that
possible? He young, but a nice guy."

I said sure. Monty said this was his day off so he said he might drop off
in the afternoon.

When I got home I told Jake about the encounter. "I figured you wouldn't
mind," I said.

"I hate to say it, but you're right," Jake replied. "You'd think that being
a guy of my advanced age, you'd outgrow cock, but that hasn't happened to
me. I still get excited at the prospect of new meat."

"It's just that you have a lot of cock to out grow," I said. Jake was lying
naked on the bed and his cock was firming up. He was ready for company.

Monty rang the bell at one or so.  He was with a short, bull dog of a man,
Eddie. Eddie was an inch taller than me, obviously lifted weights and had a
flat top. I guessed he was my age, or maybe a year or two older. He had a
bristly mustache. He was also uneasy. We went in to see Jake.

"Jake, this is my friend Eddie.  He's new on the force and just came to
town," Monte said.

"Were you \a Marine?" Jake asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Eddie asked. He smiled a little.  I think he was
pleased.

"You have that bull dog like attitude the Marines like," Jake said. "I'm
afraid my Bull Dog days are behind me. I've turned into a St. Bernard."

"You must be strong as an ox to have taken the beating you took in that
accident," Eddie said. "Not many guys could have survived it."

"Uncle Jake's too ornery to die," I said. "He too good to go to hell, but
to contrary to get in heaven.  God's waiting for him to mellow."

Eddie had been a medic before he joined the police, so he and Jake had a
good discussion of the accident.  Jake likes to talk, but he likes sex a
lot more. During the conversation the bed sheet that covered the bottom
half of his body slipped and the family jewels came into view. Eddie
stepped closer. Jake scratched his balls, but didn't cover up
afterwards. Eddie and Monte both liked that.

I guessed both men liked strong father types.  Jake was the grand dad of
your dreams. He was the kind of man you seen of greeting cards for Grandpa
in the drug store, except Jake was a lot better hung.

"Why don't we all get a little more comfortable so we can have some fun,"
Jake said. "It's warm in here."  It wasn't the most imaginative line, but
it worked. It worked well.  Eddie stripped following Monte's lead. Jake was
half hard by now and he pushed the sheet aside.

"Did you leave the Marines because you liked man play?" Jake asked of
Eddie.

"I was afraid they might find out," he said.  "A friends of mine got
caught. They ruined him. I figured it would be better to get out."

"They lost a good man," Jake said. "Their loss is our gain." Eddie was much
taken by Jake. When he turned around and saw me for the first time naked, I
could tell he liked what he saw. He was muscular and covered in short
stubble of hair. He had been recently shaved and it was growing back. Eddie
had compact balls and cock. His balls looked above average.

"I'm in the land of the giants," Eddie said as he looked at Jake and me.
Jake laughed.  "This ain't an art gallery. Are you the shy type?" he
asked. Eddie bent over and began to suck Jake's meat. I guessed Monty would
have preferred to suck Jake than me. He wasn't sure what to do. I'm nothing
if not a polite cock sucker.  I got on my knees and sucked him to kind of
cover the lull in the conversation.

It turned out Monty was polite too. Sometimes I think cocks have magical
properties. Actually I'm not sure if they are magical, or just magnetic,
but Monty got into it and soon we were on the floor in the sixty nine
position. Monty had as good a time with me as he had with Jake two days
before, but Jake had his broken arm and leg and you had to be careful.

He didn't need to be careful with me. We weren't a perfect fit, but it
turned out he was into assholes big time. He rimmed my ass as I sucked
him. After a while he traded places with Eddie.

Eddie had watched Monty rim my ass. He slipped his cock into where Monty's
tongue had been. Eddie's cock was more head than shaft and the knob really
hit the spot.  I think his intention was to fuck me pile driver style, but
that's not the way it turned out.  He made two or three hard thrusts then
pulled me close and kissed me.

Somehow, ten minutes later Eddie was on his back and my cock was giving him
CPR through his ass. My cock was in deep and we were kissing. Eddie was
small and just a little taller than me.  It hadn't occurred to me my cock
would fit, but he had a hole that must have been one of the ten natural
wonders. Not only did it fit, but he loved it. If they gave master degrees
in bottoming, Eddie would have gotten one.

I gave him one really hard thrust and Eddie's cock exploded.  There was cum
everywhere. His moans seemed to have inspired Jake and Monty. I don't know
who shot first, but there was enough cum spurted in Jake's bedroom to
satisfy the most insatiable cum hound.

As I pumped Eddie's ass, he popped before I shot. His whole body contracted
as he ejaculated and that felt good on my cock. I pulled out slowly. Monty
and Eddie talked for a while then left. I took a shower and cleaned up
Jake. Mom would have noticed the dried cum on his furry pelt.

I didn't need to worry about that.  Mom's night patient was having
difficulties so she went over early.  Jake and I ate alone.  After dinner
Jake fell asleep, so I took a walk. It was a warm and pleasant summer day
and I walked toward Battle Run Park.  It wasn't actually a park. Battle Run
was just a left over piece of property.

Battle Run was a small stream that had been the site of a Civil War
skirmish.  It wasn't a big battle, but I was as close to being historic as
anything else in town. The Run itself ran parallel to Maple Street. The run
was in a deep, overgrown and heavily eroded valley. The rest of the
property was flat and uninteresting. I walked up Pleasant Street.  This was
the northern edge of the property and it had a small bridge.  Pleasant
Street hadn't been much developed.  It was paved for two blocks, then was
graveled for a few more blocks. I saw a camper in the distance down the
road.

I wandered down the road toward the camper.  It was pulled off to the side
into some underbrush. It was labeled Tidewater Engineering, Site Planners,
Surveyors & Engineers, Virginia Beach.  That struck me as odd. We had some
local surveyors, but most bigger projects were done by firms in Roanoke,
Danville or Lynchburg.  On the steps to the camper was a clipboard. It had
a time sheet.  The most recent entry was for something called, The
South-West Connector.  I had no idea what this was.

A path led into the thick underbrush.  I followed it.  The path led to a
maze of paths.  It took me a while to realize I had discovered a cruising
area. The underbrush was thick and there were many places to hide or get
out of sight.  I wandered around for a while and eventually a guy came out
and walked toward me. I was wearing jeans with nice cock bulge. The guy did
a double take.

"Nice day," he said. He was about forty years old, beefy, but not fat. He
needed a shave. He also wore a wedding ring.

"It is," I said. "Is it always this quiet here?"

"It seems that way,"

"Is that your Camper? " I asked.

"Yep,"he said. "I'm doing some work here.  It's cheaper than getting a
hotel room.  The rest of my crew had to go back to the Beach. I've got some
stuff I have to do at the courthouse tomorrow."  He was looking at the
bulge in my jeans.  "Would you like a brew? There's not much to do here."

"Sure," I said. "The name's Catfish."

"I'm Travis," he said as we walked back to the camper. We went in.  it was
mostly a work trailer, but there was a sleeping area and a mini bat in the
back.  It was hot as hell.  Travis stripped off his shirt and opened two
windows. "Make yourself comfortable."

"How comfortable do you get here? " I asked as I unbuttoned my shirt.

"To tell you the truth, I get as close to being naked as I can," Travis
said. "We're not too formal here. A jock strap would be dressed up most of
the time. Travis was built like a linebacker. He had a really furry chest
and a treasure trail that disappeared into his jeans.

"Were you a football player, by any chance" I asked.

"High School only," he said. "You can tell? Why are you called Catfish?" he
took his pants off.  He was wearing slightly tented jockeys.

"Well most people think I should be called Shrimp," I explained as I undid
my belt.  I wasn't wearing under shorts, so when I dropped my pants, I was
naked. "Is this too comfortable?"

"It looks just about right to me," he said. "Maybe I'm a little over
dressed." He slid down his jockeys."What do you do for fun here? It seems
kind of quiet."

"There's not much to do if you're a church going type," I said. "If you're
the open minded type, this is your lucky day."

"How big is that thing?" he asked while he was staring at my cock.  Travis
was the open minded type. He walked over to me and took my cock into his
hand. He stroked it and peeled back the skin, exposing the cock head. "One
eyed catfish?"

"Bingo.  You got it," I replied as I bent over and sucked his cock.  From
then on, nature took it's course. Travis was really shy, but so horny he
was about to burst. His cock was your basic issue six inch model, enhanced
by a coating of precum. I love when you start a race and discover the guys
balls are revved up to 60 before you've left the starting gate.

We went to the bedroom at the back of the camper.  It was more of a cot
than a bed, but that worked out well. I was comparatively relaxed, so
Travis had some time to explore my cock before it got too hard to do much
with it. While I was licking up his cock drool and keeping the sheets good
for another day, Travis had his tongue inside my skin, licking up the
accumulated man ooze and giving my cock head a spit bath.

This was good for me and I relaxed and didn't get any harder. Travis
enjoyed his work and spent some time trying to get his tongue into the piss
slit. Eventually I relaxed even more, and Travis was able to suck more
foreskin into his mouth. His entire tongue was enshrouded in the skin, and
only the tip of the tongue touched the slit. I must have started leaking
too, since his interest in my slit seemed to increase.

Slow motion sex is fun, but fundamentally unstable.  I felt Travis tense
up, then I got the first spurt. It was a tonsil tickler. Sometimes I worked
over the cock head during an orgasm, but I just held his cock with my lips
let Travis shoot.

When the orgasm was over I whet back to work, suctioning the remaining cum
from his balls. Now that I'm older I don't mind if my cock drips and drools
after an orgasm. At that time I was wanted everything clean and neat.  I
think that was a left over from when Mom did the laundry and I didn't want
her to know.

"Damn, I can't tell you how much I needed that," Travis said. "I've been in
the camper for four days with two other guys. No privacy at all."

"You shoot one hell of a load," I said.

"I've never had anyone take it before," he said.

"You liked it?"

"Shit yes!" Travis replied. "Do I need to do you?"

"Have you done it before?" I asked.

Travis shook his head.  "I'm kind of new to this. I got blown in college
once. This was a lot better than I thought it would be." He was quiet for a
few seconds. "I've never take a man's cock scum before. I will if you want
me to."

"When you think of it as cock caviar rather than scum, I'd be glad to feed
you my cum," I said. "You don't need to take it."

"I'd love to see you shoot though," Travis said a bit sheepishly.

If you can suck it for a while, I warn you when I going to pop," I
said. Travis was willing to do that. Actually he was getting to real good
about that.  It took some time and I shot off a good load. He pulled off a
little as I shot, but I bet my ejaculation tickled the tip of his
tongue. That didn't seem to bother him.

After we rested I asked him what job he was working on.

"It's a real hush, hush project," he said.  "We're doing a preliminary
study for a replacement for Rt. 57. The state's trying to do it without
anyone finding out the route.  They want to get options on the right of way
before the word get out."

"Does any one know the route?" I asked.

"Just the Mayor is most cases," he said. "And you. I may have just fucked
up big time."  "Don't you worry about that," I said. "I'm not the kind of
guy who sucks and tells.  I got to get back to my Uncle.  I've really
enjoyed this."

"I did too." Travis said. "I'll be back in a week. Do you think you'll be
around."

"I can almost guarantee I'll be around," I said.  I gave him my phone
number and went back home. I'm not much of a political thinker, but it
struck me as odd that the property the state wanted was also desired by a
corporation for a jail It was quite the coincidence.