Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2008 19:51:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Helps Uncle Jake 6

Catfish Helps  Uncle Jake 6

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.


Uncle Jake got the ball rolling. "I was hoping for a little fun
tonight. Are you boys in the mood?"

"I am," Joel said.

"Let's get more comfortable," Jake said.  He threw the covers off his bed
and was naked and half hard.

"You are glad to see me!" Joel said as he stripped.  Mark was a little
behind his friend as he slowly took his shirt off. He was a furry, bear
like guy. He was still muscular, but he would need to watch his weight when
he got older. When he dropped his pants he was more than half hard.

He glanced at me. I was naked.  "Damn, I'm in the land of the giants," he
said.

"It's not what it looks like, but what it taste's like," Jake said.  Mark
took that as an invitation.  He bent over and began to suck Jake's meat.
Mark wasn't new to the world of cock sucking.  Jake was big and Mark had no
problem at all. He seemed to like them big. Joel climbed on the bed and
gave Jake his cock to nurse on.

I got on the floor and worked on Mark. Make had a rock hard six incher.  I
was afraid he was going to pop any minute, but he held off.  He had compact
balls and a very hairy crotch. Fortunately I don't mind sucking cock and
flossing my teeth at the same time.  The hair didn't bother me at all.

I had no idea how far Mark might go, but when Jake expressed and interest
in fucking ass, Mark spurted a big glob of precum into my mouth. He was
interested.

"I haven't fucked any one in a few months.  I might be rusty," Jake said.

"It's big," Mark whispered.

"Do you think you can take it?"

"I'd like to try it," Mark replied.

"Don't worry too much about Mark," Joel said. "He likes it in the ass."

"Did you teach him?" Jake asked.

"We taught each other," Mark said, "We thought we were the only gay men at
our college. We went to small Christian College. We figured it all out by
ourselves."

"I did some experimenting on my own too," Jake said. "I found an older guy
who helped me out."

"Professor Millmont," both Joel and Mark said together. We all laughed.

"He seduced you?" I asked.

"Shit no," Mark replied. "I seduced him. He would do anything I
wanted. When he met Joel we both had our way."

"Did he know a lot?" I asked.

"He knew nothing," Mark said. "I was worldly compared to him. He was
willing to try anything. Once he got going he got to be adventurous.  As I
said, he would do anything."

"He was a virgin when I met him," Mark explained.  "I had been a virgin
three months earlier. He looked to me as a guide. I don't think he knew
life could be that good. By the way, he was big too. Not as big as you
guys, but big."

"You liked that?"

"Oh yes.  I loved it," Mark said.

"I liked to watch it," Joel said, "I never thought of myself as a voyeur,
but I got turned on just watching them go at it.  Mark and I played
together, but never like Mark and Millmont. Millmont was an old man, but he
loved it."

"How old is old?" Jake asked.

"He must have been at least forty-five," Mark said. I got some lube from
the bathroom and coated Jake's cock. Joel took the lube and worked it into
Mark's ass. I noticed when Joel's fingers touched his hole, Mark
shivered. He was into getting fucked.

Mark got on the bed and straddled Jake's cock. He sat back. I've known a
few men who love to get fucked, but Mark was really into it.  He became an
insatiable love doll, wiggling on Jake's love pole. It was real nice for
Jake to. After his long period in the hospital, he hadn't fucked in a month
and a half he was ready. In Mark he hit the Jack pot.

Jake didn't last that long, so I had a chance to try Mark out. Jake had
shot the load of a life time into Mark's ass. I got him on his hands and
knees so I could do him doggy style. When my cock popped through his
sphincter, Jake's cum squirted out from the hole. It squirted on my bush
and drooled onto my balls.  I was coated in Jake's seed.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Jakes spooge was rich and
creamy. It was the ultimate lube. It must have been good for Mark too, he
was moaning.  I could have fucked him for hours, but the better it is, the
shorter it is. I popped and doubled the family sperm in Mark's ass.

When I pulled out Joel moved in. It took me a little while to see that Joel
and Mark were in love. Mark loved Jake and my cock, but he loved all of
Joel. Mark wanted and craved big meat, but loved Joel. He had no problem
with Mark's cum filled ass.

I had recovered enough to suck Mark's cock. As Joel added his own seed to
Mark's ass, I took Mark's load. We were all drained and happy.  When Joel
and Mark left, I went to bed and slept like a log.

I spent most of the next day helping Jake get around. It was a hard
day. While things were much better with the large cast off, getting walking
again was a chore.  By 2:00 he needed to rest.  He got into bed and was
snoring a minute or two later.  I went off to look at the barn on
Mrs. Jones' place. The property next to hers was undeveloped and wooded. I
went into the trees and worked my way up the mountain. This area is in the
Piedmont area of Virginia so it wasn't as much of a mountain as it was an
impressive hill.

It took about ten minutes to find the barn. It was a big and pretty
impressive barn in the Pennsylvania style, built into the hillside.  I
guessed the cars were on the lower level.  The doors were locked, but
several boards were loose and I got in through them. There were older
vehicles in the space.  They were in the 20 to 30 year old range and not of
any interest to collectors.

When my eyes got use to the dim light I saw a tarp covered object to the
rear. I lifted the tarp and saw it was a black truck. I had forgotten to
bring a flashlight, but I was pretty sure it was a Ford.

I got the license number from the truck.  Figured this would be most useful
to the police.  I left the barn and went to the police station. The Police
Chief Walker was there and I gave him the number. He called in into the
state police.  Fifteen minutes later he got a call back.  The truck was
registered to the Homestead Corporation of Towson Maryland. It had been
stolen two days before it hit Jake. Clint asked if that was the date it was
reported, or the day it was stolen.

It was the day it was reported, two days after the hit and run. The owner
had noticed it was missing several days earlier, but thought someone else
was using it.  The Chief asked about the Homestead Corporation.  They
didn't know anything about the corporation, but the full name was the
Homestead Reality and Development Corporation, Inc.

Walker called the State Corporation Commission. Homestead was registered as
a corporation in Virginia.  The home office was 145 Commerce Boulevard in
Towson.  The President was Roger Windom, and the Treasurer was Thad Miller.

The Chief called a friend in the Maryland State police and got the name of
a connection in the Towson Police Department, Maury Cohen. He he called
Maury who was a most informative guy. 145 Commerce was a mail drop. It
served about 250 businesses who didn't have real offices, or who wanted to
have a branch in Maryland for getting state work. It was also used as an
address for television marketers selling such things as Vegi-matics and
miracle cures.  Maury was the police department's connection to the Better
Business Bureau, so he knew all about145 Commerce Boulevard.

"Are all the businesses there crooked?" Clint asked. He had the speaker
phone on. so I could hear.

"Nope, some are on the up and up," Maury explained.  "Some as just small
start ups, others need a local address to get local business.  There are a
few who want an address that is hard to trace. There's a mail box and an
answering service, but noting else."

"Have you heard of Roger Windom?" Walker asked.

"Never heard of him, but I can do some quick checking," Maury answered.
Maury was from the Bronx.  "What's the problem you're investigating?"

"Hit and run." Clint said and then he explained the stolen truck.

"I'll see what I can find," Maury said as he hung up.

"Mr. Cohen seems as if he's going to be a helpful man," I said.

"He seemed interested," Walker said.  We chatted for a few minutes before I
went home to Jake. The Chief told me he had enjoyed meeting me and Jake and
would like to get together socially if we were interested. I told him Jake
and I were almost always interested.  He laughed and said he had guessed
that.

I got home and made dinner. We ate and watched television for a while.
Jake was still tired so he fell asleep and I went to my room. Eldon arrived
the next morning and the exercise went well. He had a student with who was
interning in physical therapy.  Jake was doing much better than he had two
days earlier and Eldon was pleased. I think Eldon would have enjoyed some
play time, but the student with him made that impossible.

Two days later I got a call from Chief Walker. He said a friend from out of
town was visiting and would like to meet me. He was at the Overlook Motel
in room 134.  Two in the afternoon would be a good time. I said that was
fine for me.

The Overlook was the best motel in town, but would be considered pretty
ordinary by most people from out of town.  I thought it was nice. I knocked
on the door. It opened slowly.  A man asked, "Are you Catfish?"

I said. "Yes."  He let me in. The man was a gorilla. He was huge, maybe six
feet four and three hundred pounds, all muscle.

He stuck out a paw and shook my hand. "Clint's running late. He said to
start without him," he said. He started taking off his shirt. "I'm horny as
hell and I'm not much on small talk."

"Do you have a name?" I asked.

He laughed. "Actually I do. I'm Maury. Sorry about that. I do give out my
name. "

"From Towson?" I asked.  I should have noticed his accent.

"Damn, I didn't know I was that famous," he said.

I started taking off my shirt. "I'm the nephew of the guy who was hit in
the accident. I've been trying to help Chief Walker." I dropped my pants
and was naked.

"Shit. Clint said you were a lot better looking naked than dressed and he
wasn't lying!" Maury exclaimed.

"Are you by any chance a size queen?"

"I wasn't until a few seconds ago!" he said.  He was naked now. Maury was a
muscle man. He was mostly covered in wiry, curly black hair. He was nicely
hung and cut.  I had guessed that.

At first glance I thought he was nicely equipped. As I got to know him
better, he turned out to be more than nicely hung. His cock wasn't huge, it
was nice and big. A big flared mushroom crowned a thick shaft. Below the
cock a fur covered ball sack was big enough to be a lady's evening
bag. There was a pair of jumbo sized eggs inside.  I wondered if he would
have any problem with my distinctly non Kosher cock.

The short answer was no. I was still young and was still surprised when a
guy who looked like one of those wrestlers on TV looked was gay.  Maury was
not new to the scene and he got damn close to deep throating my entire
cock.

There was a knock on the door. It was Clint.  He stripped in seconds and
joined us. As luck would have it we were all in the mood to top. I got the
short straw and soon I was on my back with Maury's cock poking at my ass.
His Bronx sausage hit the spot. Maury popped in quickly and went deep.

I'm not usually that interested in getting rear loaded, but Maury was good
and his cock was better. His flared knob was massaging my prostate and I
lost my cool.  Maury pulled out just before I was ready to shoot and Clint
took his place. He had a fun time exploring my ass. I was relaxed after
Maury's visit, and Clint found a few places I didn't know existed.

Apparently I was having such a good time on the bottom, Clint and Maury got
in the mood. I got Clint on his back and went in deep.  I had fucked him
before and this time there was no resistance. Maury was impressed. I pulled
out and let Clint work on Maury. He was tight, but Clint's meat was the
perfect for opening him up.

Maury resisted a little when it was my turn, but not for long.  He was as
tight as he could be and still take every inch of my cock. At first I
thought he wanted to take it just so he could say he did it.  He was a
former Marine and no pain no gain was his motto. A few minutes later he was
into it big time.

Clint was a smart man. When he realized we were all versatile and turned
on, he took advantage of it. We were all mellow and open.  Over the next
hour we fucked each other in every possible combination. Clint slid in my
ass I as screwed Maury. Then Maury did me as I took care of Clint. With
each successive penetration it got easier and we got more open. I had
guessed that being fucked one or four times by the same man wouldn't make
any difference. I was wrong. You get really relaxed as a marathon sex
session wears on. The cocks go deeper and the organ hits new places.

We tried different positions and with three, the non fucking part of the
trio could hold the bottom in unexpected positions.  It was good for all of
us, but it was especially good for Maury. I did everything you could do to
that guy except discover the Northwest passage. After a while Maury gave up
being a he man and just let my cock work its magic.

I know that because I felt the same thing. Being fucked to the Moon and
back by a hairy gorilla from the Bronx may not be everybody's cup of tea,
but it worked for me. He got me going and I did noting but wallow in the
sex. Each time his cock popped my sphincter it was better than the last
time.

I shot off three times, Clint two and Maury lost count. Maury never lost
his erection.  He'd shoot his load, catch his breath then go back for
more. Twice Clint held his arms down and I fucked him to an orgasm.  Maury
told me that was the first time that had ever happened to him.

I had to get back to Jake, so the afternoon came to a halt.  I asked Maury
why he was here before I left. He told me that in looking up the records of
the Homestead Corporation he had noticed they had secured approval of a big
project in Wilmington, Delaware two years earlier. In that case approval
came because a major opponent of the project, the Chairman of the Planning
board, had died in a hit-and-run accident.

"What a co-incidence!" I said.

"That's the way I saw it," Maury said. "Was it an accident or a vehicular
assassination? It's worth a look. It was a big news story in
Delaware. There were many really upset people. It would seem to be stupid
to try something like that again, but rural Virginia is a long way from
Wilmington."

"Getting away with something can give you a false sense of security." Clint
remarked.  I had to leave. I went to make dinner and told Jake of the
Wilmington accident.  He was very interested in that.

"I guess the Wilmington event could have been a real accident, and this was
a copy cat event," Jake said. "It can see big bucks up north, but any
development here would seem to be small change."

"Well our only eye witness says the driver was aiming at you," I
said. "Maury used the words vehicular assassination. If you were to shoot a
Planning Commission Chairman or a Mayor, it would be a big event. State
police. or even the Feds might get involved. An accident is a different
matter all together. If I was going to kill someone, I'd get drunk and run
him over. That's an accident not a crime. Even if they through the book at
you, you wouldn't get more than a few years in jail."

"I've got some friends in Wilmington.  Maybe I'll give them a call
tomorrow," Jake said.