Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 18:45:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish  Helps  Uncle Jake 5

Catfish Helps Uncle Jake 5

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.


The next day Mom had to take Jake to the hospital for a major check up. If
he was lucky, the cast would come off and he would get a walking cast.  I
had the day off. That was a nice break for me. I went looking for old
friends. Every one I knew was either working, in the Army or in college. I
hadn't walked around town for several years.

I was wandering down Water Street and a police cruiser pulled up.  It was
the Police Chief.  "How's your uncle doing? he asked.

"Really good as far as I can tell.  He's at the hospital today and I hope
he'll loose the cast. He's getting a bit stir crazy."

"We're hot on the trail of the car that hit him. It ain't normal. Your
friend Skeeter has been real helpful. We've sent alerts off to North
Carolina, West Virgina and Maryland.  We don't think the car was drivable
with that broken windshield.  That Skeeter knows his cars.  He looked at
the debris from the accident and confirmed it was a Ford 150.  He found a
part of a Ford label etched on the fragment of glass," the Chief Said.  "He
knows all the back yard garage body shops too."

"Any luck there?"

"Some. A guy named Wilkerson was mighty edgy when I talked with him."

"Buster Wilkerson?"

"Yep, you know him?"

"I know his son, Sonny," I said. "They have a knack for upscale names in
that family.  Sonny's real name is Buster Junior Wilkerson II. He's not s
brain surgeon, but there's not an ounce of nasty in him.  He's a nice guy."

"Do you think you could talk to Sonny?  Is he a friend of yours?"

"I can see what I can do," I said. Actually I knew Sonny pretty well. He
had been a good, but not great football player. I had hooked up with the
quarterback a few times and he had given Sonny my name for a quick blow
job. It turned out to be more than that. Sonny was straight, but loved man
sex. I gave him some lessons.

I wandered off to the Wilkerson's place. As luck would have it. Sonny was
diving down the street and he honked at me. I went over to his car. "How
are things with you?" he asked.

"I guess you could say I'm assessing the possibilities."

"Does that mean you lost your job?"

"Yep. How are things with you?"

"I'm assessing the possibilities, too." Sonny said. We both laughed. "Get
in and we can talk."  He had an employment career similar to mine.  He was
back home and taking classes at the Community College.

 "Have you found any new playmates?" I asked.

"No one like you," Sonny said. "But it's not been a complete drought."

"Tell me more?"

"Well .  .  ."  he paused. "It's a bit strange.  "You promise you won't
tell anyone?"

"Sonny, I never told Brock we were messing around. I'm not the kiss and
tell type."  Brock was the quarterback who gave Sonny my name.

"Well Catfish, I walked into my Dad making out with Coach Sullivan," Sonny
said. "It was hot."

"Did you join in?"

"Shit, I sure did."

"Was it good?"

"Real good, better than I would have guessed.  Dad would like you."

"He likes short hairy guys?" I asked. Sonny laughed.

"He likes hung. Coach is pretty good in that division, but nothing like
you."  He paused again. "Coach is coming over this afternoon at three.  He
doesn't have practice today."

"Is there room for a fourth?"

Sonny said there might well be.  I gave him my phone number.  At noon he
called and said it was fine.  Coach remembered me and wanted to get
together.  "Dad is always game," he added.  I was there at 3:00.

Coach was already there. Buster was a big, beefy, slightly overweight guy.
He liked beer way to much. His cock was in the shade of his belly. On the
bright side, he was hairy like a gorilla. I liked that. Coach Sullivan had
the same basic body type as Buster, if you substituted muscle for the beer
induced weight.  His cock looked good.

I got naked quickly and the party got under way. Sometimes it takes a while
to get into it, but Sullivan and Buster here hot to trot and they got
hotter as I dropped my pants and my cock came into view. Buster got to my
cock first. Sullivan took care of Sonny.

After a while they traded places. Coach went after my cock with great
enthusiasm. Buster had no problem at all with Sonny's meat, and I mean no
problem.  We went to a bedroom and made a daisy chain. I sucked Sonny while
he sucked Coach. Coach sucked Buster and Buster sucked me. It turned out
Buster had a nice cock hidden under his belly. It wasn't too long, but it
was thick and he had a big head. He also had a huge sack filled with apple
sized balls.

Sonny hadn't done anal when I played with him, but he was into it now.  He
got the ball rolling, or more correctly he got the balls churning. Buster
was a tried and true bottom pig and Sonny got up his ass in record
time. Coach went next and I was saved as the icing on the cake. I had never
been the third in an ass before and I can recommend it.  Buster's hole was
nice and juicy, but still tight.  Buster loved it and I got carried away by
his enthusiasm.

I was is a situation Emily Post never considered. I knew Sonny wanted me to
fuck his dad, but I didn't know if he wanted me to shoot my load into
Buster's ass. I wasn't sure, but I guessed a guy might be sensitive about
that.  Unfortunately thinking about the situation kind of turned me on and
I began to shoot.  Like King Solomon, I compromised.  I shot half of my
load into Buster's very willing ass, then pulled out and sprayed Sonny and
Coach with the remainder.

I wasn't aiming at them but I got them good. That was another Emily Post
quandary. Some guys are into watching spurting cum but don't like to touch
it. Others are watch and taste. I had no idea where Sonny or Coach stood on
that subject. I was lucky, I guessed right across the board. I think of man
cream as a sign of a job well done.

Sonny seemed to see it that way too. As I pulled away, he took my place a
really pounded Buster until he left his cream in his dad's hole. When in
Rome do as the the Romans do seemed to inspire Coach too.  He added his
sperm to the cum stew in Buster's ass. Buster was a happy man.

We cooled down. "I've got the whole afternoon off. Any chance you guys can
recharge and we could have a second round?" Coach asked.

"That no problem with me," Sonny said, "Dad's always ready. He may be old,
but he still horny as a teenager."

"It takes me twenty or thirty minutes to recharge," I said. "Is that too
long?"  Everyone was willing to wait. We adjourned to the shower and then
regrouped on Buster's bed.

"Buster, I had no idea you were into man sex. I thought I knew all the
players around here," I said.

"You could say I'm a late bloomer," Buster replied. "When I was your age I
was hot stuff and had no problem with the ladies.  Sonny's mom was pretty
and she was a good woman too.  Breast cancer got her five years ago. By
that time I was too fat and ugly to attract anything but flies. I ran into
a truck driver at a rest stop on the interstate."

"To tell you the truth, I had forgotten anything could feel that good,"
Buster explained.  "Don, the truck driver was no sissy man.  He liked it
and soon I liked it more.  When I got back home my head was spinning. I'd
been your basic redneck asshole about guy guys. It turned out I was one of
the gay guys."

"How did you find playmates here?"

"An accidental meeting in a restroom is how we met," Coach said. "I checked
him out at the next urinal, and damn if he wasn't doing the same.  I taught
Buster how to take it in the ass."

I laughed.  "I can tell he likes that."

"Let me tell you, it's a shock to discover you have another sex organ you
never dreamed of up your ass," Buster said.  "I'm not much on the love part
of gay life, but the sex part is great."

"Buster is better about the love part than he thinks," Coach said.

"That's just being grateful," Buster replied. "I admit I can be really
grateful."  By now Coach Sullivan was playing with Sonny's cock. I was on
the bed next to Buster and started playing with his equipment. When my hand
strayed towards his ass, he got excited. He wasn't good about thinking when
he was turned on.

"Is that a new truck I saw outside your house?" I asked.  "It's really
pretty."

"Is it nice, ain't it." Buster said. "I came into some money. I had to fix
up a truck nice and quiet like. That owner was grateful!"

"Did you get fucked, Daddy?" Sonny asked.

"Not that time.  He was a good looking guy though. He had a hot looking
broad who picked him up when he dropped off the truck," Buster said. "He
was from out of state, but she was local. I've seen her face somewhere.
Like in an add."

"A model?  She must have been hot," I said.

"She wasn't the model type.  I think I've seen her in an ad or something,
you know Realtor or insurance agent."

By now I had a few fingers in his ass and Buster wasn't thinking too
much. I like that in a man.  We all got going again. Coach was use to
giving orders and was a firm believer in team work.

"Would you guys mind trying something?" he asked.

"There ain't much I'm not willing to try," I answered.

"It's a fantasy of mine. I'd like to make a fucking daisy chain," Coach
said.

"All four of us?" Buster asked.  That seemed obvious to me. I was game, as
were Sonny and Buster, but I wasn't too sure about the mechanics of linking
four guys cock to ass.  It turns out Coach Sullivan had done a lot of
thinking on the subject.  He had worked it out. I was a new addition to his
fantasy, but he was a quick planner. He was a coach and had to make quick
substitutions in his games.

Actually his plan wasn't just a daisy chain. It was a daisy chain with a
little musical chairs worked in.  Sullivan wanted to fuck each of us.  He
was a top, but he was willing to open up his ass to get what he
wanted. Sonny and Buster'meat would fit easily enough in his ass, but I
wasn't too sure about mine. I'd never fucked Sonny either.

It didn't take long for me to realize Sonny was well acquainted with
Coach's ass and Coach knew Sonny's ass.  I was pretty sure Buster knew his
son's hole too. I was the wild card. I was more than willing to play the
joker.

I started the chain and slipped into Buster's ass for a second time. His
ass had closed up some, and he was tighter than I would have guessed.  Once
I was in, the sperm stew in his ass had been super heated. I was like
fucking a steam bath.

Buster was on his back and I had his legs almost bent over his chest. I
spread my legs wide and Coach began to poke at my hole. He was thick and
massive. His knob was flared, but elongated.  He was a no pain, no gain
sort of guy.  He used a lot of lube, but once he was at my ass he muscled
it in.  It hurt some, but his knob and my prostate liked each other.  A
little later I felt Coach shudder when Sonny popped into his hole.

We were linked. We got a nice rhythm going after a few false starts. If you
messed up your cock would pop out. My cock stayed in Buster's hole, but
Coach missed a few stokes, but we soon fucking in sync.  Then Coach wanted
us to rotate.

Coach got Sonny on his back and eased his way into Sonny's hole. I'm not
the most sensitive person in the world, but Coach and Sonny really liked
this, and I mean liked!  I took some time opening Coach's ass. I was young
and was surprised at how excitement can spread from an ass to a
cock. Buddy's butt plug style cock stretched me, but after being opened by
Coach's cock a few minutes earlier it was ready to be stretched again.  All
was well.

Coach and Sonny really got into it, and I caught the excitement. I don't
know if Coach or Sonny popped first. We had a chain reaction orgasm. My
cock could feel Coach ejaculating and that set me off.  My ejaculations got
Buster going. This was my first time shooting off between two climaxing
men.  It was great.

I think Coach had planned for another rotation, but that wasn't in the
cards. When we cooled down, the party broke up. It was getting late and
Jake would be getting home soon. Jake an d Mom arrived as I drove up. Jake
was in a walking cast and very happy, but exhausted. Mom cooked dinner and
I got him into bed. It had been a rough day and he was using muscles he
hadn't used in a month. Jake ate dinner and fell asleep a half hour
later. Mom went off to her night job.

Eldon called and said he was coming over the next morning. It wasn't his
normal day, but he said people who get out of a cast tend to overdo it.  He
wanted to get Jake on a sensible schedule.  I called Joel and asked him
what Realtors were involved in the Battle Run project. He said it was
Williams and Samuels.  I went to the yellow pages and looked them up. They
had a half page add with pictures of their top Realtors.  There was only
one woman in the group, Crystal Jones. She easily could have been the woman
described by Buster.

I didn't know her, but she lived in the best part of town, about six blocks
away. I would check that out the next day. I went to bed.

Eldon came early and we got to work right away.  He had a plan.  He wanted
Jake to build up slowly so he could wouldn't over stress his leg
muscles. He set objectives and goals for Jake to meet before we moved onto
the next objective.  Mom came by on her way to work. She made a few minor
changes and approved of Eldon's plan.

She also made sure Jake understood we were to obey the rules. She was
switched to a new work schedule so I'd be making dinner all the time for a
while.  Mom was a good nurse, but she had a problem saying no.  Patients
became dependent on her.  Mom's visits would be more sporadic.  When Mom
left we got down to business.  I had to help Jake with the exercises when
Eldon didn't come.  It was hard on Jake but he knew he had to do it.  \

Jake rested in the afternoon, I wandered off to case out Crystal Jones'
house. She lived in big house set way back from the road.  Johnie's Lawn
Service was hard at work and I saw Johnie on the riding mower.  He was a
distant cousin of my dad, so I went over to say hello.

Johnie wasn't too happy when he saw me, but then recognized me. "How's Jake
doing?" he called.

"Much better; he has the cast off," I replied. We discussed Jake and
miscellaneous relatives for a while. "This is a big place," I observed.

"You haven't seen half of it," Johnie said.  "There's 20 acres in the
back. It's part of a old farm.  The farm went up the side of the mountain,.
The original farm building are up the old road. Some have fallen down, but
the big barn is still there.  Fred Jones use to collect cars and he has
them up there."

"Use to collect?"

"Fred died three years ago. He was a lot older then Crystal. She's a trophy
wife.  She was unlucky.  If Fred could have made it another five years she
would have been loaded. "

"Well the house sure looks fancy," I said.

"She's stretched real thin.  She always pays late. She's three months
behind now, but Crystal says she's going to make some big bucks soon and
I'll get paid."

"You're on a first name basis?" I said.  I winked at him.

Johnie laughed, "Not to her face.  She can do a lot better than me. She has
some high powered gentleman callers. A few spend the night, but I don't
know if it's business or pleasure. Another sugar daddy would solve all of
her problems."

"Are the cars still in the barn?  I'd love to see them."

"Nope, they were sent to an auction house a few month's ago," Johnie
said. "She has a few clunkers stored there, nothing any good."  We chatted
a little longer and I went back to Jake's.  I was going to make a visit to
the barn.

I talked to Jake about Crystal that evening. He knew of her, but wasn't
well acquainted with her. "Freddy Jones had a nasty divorce. His first wife
was dying of cancer, and when he left her and took up with a bimbo, it was
a shock."

"She's a bimbo?"

"Not really," Jake said. "Fred was a jerk. She just got lucky at a bad
time. She knew nothing of the first Mrs. Jones.  Crystal is from Richmond.
She had no idea the situation here. She didn't do that well when Fred
died. He was still paying off wife number one when he died.  He didn't have
time to replenish the coffers."

A little later I got a call from Joel. He wanted to know how Jake was
doing. I told him he was doing well and gave the phone to Jake. They
chatted a while. When he hung up the phone, Jake was smiling. "Joel has a
friend visiting. He wants to meet me."

"Does that mean what I think it does?"

"I'm pretty sure it does, at least that's what I'm hoping." Jake said.

A few minutes later Joel and his friend were at the door. His friend wasn't
what I would have guessed. He looked like a football line backer.  His name
was Mark. They had been friends at college. I assumed his relationship was
like mine with Sonny.  Mark was every inch a jock, and Joel didn't have a
jockish bone in his body.

Mark was nervous, but when he met Jake he relaxed.  Jake was that kind of a
guy. The night was still young.