Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 12:39:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish helps Uncle Jake 8

Catfish helps Uncle Jake 8

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 Chief Walker got a call from Maury in Towson. The Wilmington
Police had issued a warrant for Windom for the murder of the Planning
Commissioner. Windom had vanished, but Maury suspected he was on his way
south. Walker was to keep is eyes peeled.

When Walker told Jake about it, he said, "Murder trumps hit and
run. Realistically they get him first."

"I'd like to know more about the local connection," Jake said. "Mayor Black
and Marvin White are in positions of power and I think they were trying to
put something over on us.  Mrs. Jones would seem to be the local connection
with Windom."

"We are hot on the trail," Walker said.

We had a physical therapy session with Eldon. Eldon arrived with his
trainee, Kyle.  It seemed to me they were more at ease this time. Kyle was
my age, but tall, pretty beefy and wore a goatee. That was unusual at that
time. Eldon wasn't at all worried that Jake was almost naked, and Kyle was
watching with interest. I guessed the two men understood each other
now. Kyle gave me a few sideways glances.  He wasn't looking at my face.

I went to the kitchen to clean up after breakfast. When I returned to the
bed room Jake was naked. Eldon and Kyle were stripping.

"Is there room for a fourth?" I asked.

"There sure is," Eldon said. "Kyle here is new to the scene," Eldon said.
"I gave him a few introductory lessons, but I thought he might like to try
out some white meat. By the way, his hole is virgin and not in play."

"My mind is virgin, but the rest of me is more experienced," I said. "I'm
pure of mind and heart, my cock and ass are another story."

Kyle was no beach bunny.  He was pale and pink and was growing some fur on
his chest. A cut, pink cock peaked out of his thick pubic bush. He glanced
at the cocks in the room, but was embarrassed and looked away.  He was new
to man fun. Jake noticed this.

"Kyle, we're all adults here," he said. "We all like cock and we all like
sex.  Just relax and enjoy it."

"It's hard to relax, I'm so excited," Kyle said. "I'm not use to being
naked. Gee, you guys are big!" I went over to him and played with his
cock. He jumped when I touched him. Kyle wasn't very adventurous, but he
was willing to learn.

He really liked learning from Eldon and Jake. He had been raised by a
single mother and he liked older men. Kyle wanted a father. Neither of the
two older men objected to that at all. I later found out he had been
brought up with holy rollers and was new to the concept of sex as anything,
but the gateway to Hell. We all had a nice time introducing Kyle to his
body.

Everything was new to him. When I touched his cock a second time he got
hard. I sank to my knees and sucked him. He liked that.  Once the sex
started, he was fine. Eldon took Jake's cock and got him hard too. When
Jake began to suck Eldon, Kyle began to leak pre cum. He was a sheltered
southern boy and white guys sucking a black was a turn on for him. Jake was
all pink and white with his bushy, Santa like beard. Eldon's cock was very
back and Jake's pink tongue licking the black knob turned Kyle on. He shot
off and I took his load.

Poor Kyle was loaded for bear. I guessed he had twenty years of accumulated
sperm backed up in his balls. He stayed hard through the orgasm and was
ready for more. He went on to get sucked by Jake, and in what was an major
breakthrough he eventually sucked Jake. He shot off again, hands free this
time.

We talked with Kyle between orgasms. Jake did a nice explanation of manly
juices. Kyle didn't know the difference between pre cum and sperm, and was
afraid of piss. Jake got him to sample our cock juice. He shot off again
when he licked Eldon for the first time.

He told us about his rich uncle who had died, but left nothing to his needy
mother. "Every penny went to that bitch he married, Chrystal." he said.
Jake and I noticed that.

"Did he promise to help?" I asked.

"Yes. Mom took care of his first wife when she was sick," Kyle said. "He
said he's give Mom the house on the lake, but he didn't. It was Grandpa's
house and she had loved it."

"What lake was it on?" Jake asked.

"Lake Jefferson,"he answered. "It was on a big piece of property too. Mom
could had sold off some lots and retired.  We returned to sucking. Kyle was
getting better at it.  I came close to giving him my load, but pulled back
just in time. He liked it splattering on his chest. Eldon took a quick, but
effective trip up my love tunnel.

Kyle watched and damn if he didn't shoot off again. I'm not sure he
realized men could fuck.  They had to go to their next therapy session and
left. Jake called Chief Walker and told him about the house on the lake. He
didn't get Clint but got Monty.  They had Crystal's house under watch, but
didn't know about the other property. Lake Jefferson was in the next
county, so he called the Sheriff and got them to take a look.

There was a Commission meeting that afternoon, so Jake got dressed up and
went. I went too, just in case he had a problem with the stairs to the
Courthouse.  I had to dress up. Mom insisted I have clothes suitable for a
funeral, so I wore those.

When we appeared at the meeting Jake caused quite a stir.  Apparently the
Mayor's line that Jake was at death's door was wildly believed. Jake is a
big man and in his Navy blue suit, white shirt and silk tie he was both
imposing and the picture of health. Everyone was really happy he was back
except for the Mayor and Mr. White. They looked pale.

Item three on the agenda was Battle Run park. Jake expressed deep
concerns. To the members of the commission who were not involved in the
scam, it was a logical and forceful expression of concern. To Black and
White there were enough hints for them to know Jake knew of the scheme.
They got whiter and whiter as Jake made his presentation. The Mayor
remained throughout Jake's speech.  White excused himself saying he was
feeling ill.

The sale of the park was a dead issue by the time the meeting was over. The
Mayor left very quickly. Chief Walker had entered the room during Jake's
presentation and was at the back of the room with another man who was
obviously an investigator of some sort.

"The rats are leaving the ship," Chief Walker whispered as we left the
room. Outside Joel was talking with the man who had been with the
Chief. They went off to the Planning office.

"Who do you think he's after?" I asked Jake.

"I don't know, but it's not good for the Mayor, I'll bet," he replied.

About two hours later the town was abuzz.  A 911 call had come in,
something was wrong at Crystal Jones' house.  Jake an I didn't know about
it until later. We weren't into police scanners like half the town seemed
to be.  I got a call from Mom at the hospital. The mayor had gone to the
house and hadn't be able to get in.  He looked through a window and saw a
blood stain on the living room rug.

The police wanted to keep things quiet, but that didn't happen.  It seemed
as if half the town had a scanner, and the other half had a cousin or
nephew on the police force. Chrystal Jones was dead and had been dead for a
day or two.  It was not a nice scene. Then mayor was undergoing
questioning.

"You know Catfish. The mayor not my favorite local politician," Uncle Jake
said, "but what ever he was involved in it wasn't supposed to include
murder."

"You don't think he killed her?"

"No.  My guess is he's spilling the beans about the Battle Run scheme,"
Jake replied. "I have no problem believing he was working a dirty little
real estate swindle, but he's not the murdering type."

Mom called again.  There was a fire at Buster Wilkerson's place. Sonny had
been away, but had come home to find the garage in flames. He father was
inside, but Sonny had pulled him to safety. "There was smoke inhalation,
but Buster will be okay." Mom said. "Sonny burned his hands, but it could
have been much worse."

Chief Walker had moved fast. The house at Lake Jefferson was searched and
there were signs of a recent resident and a hasty departure. The black Ford
was still there, so the departure was on foot. The State Police were
organizing a man hunt.

I knew what had happened. My association with crime was limited to watching
Perry Mason on the television, but the situation was clear to me. I would
bet when they caught Windom, they would find an man on the edge of
financial ruin. The first hit and run in Delaware might well have been an
accident.  Whether it was an accident or on purpose, it resulted in
financial benefit to Windom.

The Battle run project was another opportunity for a quick profit.  Hitting
Jake was no accident.  Crystal Jones and Buster were accomplices. I know
Buster had no idea the car had hit Jake.  I assume Crystal thought it was
an accident and wanted to help out her business associate. She needed money
too.

Windom must have assumed there was no chance of the police connecting the
two hit and runs. Physically Delaware and South west Virginia aren't that
far apart, but they were a world apart in attitude. He must have discovered
the police had discovered the link. As a single event, it was a simple hit
and run. As a pair it was a political assassination and an attempted
murder. Chrystal and Buster were dangerous to him. I assumed Mayor White
and Commissioner Black were in danger too.

I told Jake my suppositions. He called Chief Walker and told them to watch
Black. He said the Mayor would be in the police station a for a long
while. The State Police were interested in the murders and in the leak of
highway department secret information.

Mom came over after work. She hadn't eaten since noon with all the
excitement. She had been called into the emergency room when Buster and
Sonny arrived. I cooked dinner for her and she gave us the low down. Buster
had been in bad shape, both from smoke inhalation and from alcohol
poisoning. They found a couple fifths of bourbon next to his body, but the
bourbon had been laced with grain alcohol.

"I'm not sure Buster knew what he was drinking," Mom explained. "Poor Sonny
will be in pain, but the burns were mostly superficial.  He was so worried
about his dad he didn't notice he had been burned."

"Shock?" Jake asked.

"I think so," Mom said. "The neighbors said he charged into the garage
through a wall of fire.  He's a brave boy."

"What's the word on Mrs. Jones" I asked.

"Beaten to death is the best guess," Mom said. "She died several days
ago. It's been warm so it was bad. The place was ransacked. Oddly that
seemed to have happened after she was dead."

"You'd think after you've killed a woman you'd want to leave," I said.

"Catfish, you think like the Chief," Mom said. "Once you've beaten a woman
to death, you don't go looking for the family silver. You skedaddle. Walker
thinks it was an effort to make it look like a robbery."

I told her my theory. It made sense to her. I took her home. She mentioned
I was beginning to be a good cook.  I was pleased. The police were very
busy for the next few days. The caught Windom two days later.  There was no
problem getting an indictment.  The Mayor and Black confessed to the
scheme. They didn't know about the murder in Wilmington. They had been
playing with fire and were lucky to be alive.

Buster didn't get into trouble for his body work.  He should have reported
the accident, but it was minor compared to murder and Chief Walker and the
Commonwealth's Attorney felt nearly being burned to death was adequate
punishment.

Things quieted down after that. Jake got better and I got to a point when I
needed to get a real job. I was pondering my future when Chief Walker
called Jake and asked if we'd mind some company.  Jake was always
agreeable, but he told him this was a play night when several of his
friends dropped by. "Would you like to join us?  We can pool our
resources," Jake said. Walker wanted to know if the friends were with the
program. Jake assured him they were.

Jake's friends were Earl Early, the librarian, Hugo, a gorilla like
carpenter, and Barry, a doctor. Since I had been staying with Jake I had
expanded his group of friends with Coach Sullivan.  Sullivan arrived with
Buster and Sonny in tow.  Buster had cleaned up his act since his near
death experience. Chief Walker arrived with Monte, his Deputy and Maury,
the detective from Towson.

"Our cup runneth over," Jake said. "Rather than make introductions, let's
just get naked and get down to business. We're all here for the same
reason, so lets enjoy our selves and get it on."  That was agreeable and
the men stripped. As far as I could tell, the testosterone level in Jake's
bedroom reached record levels.  My room was next to his with the bath
separating the rooms, so the overflow filled mine too.

At first I was worried Mr. Early would be left out. He wasn't a hunk like
most of the other men, but I didn't need to worry. Early could take care of
him self. When the men stripped they went for the nearest man, rather than
hunting for a partner. Mr. Early was next to Maury and Hugo. The two
gorillas framed Early who was nearly hairless. Early was well hung and got
naked and erect in record time. That was all he needed.  The three men got
along well.

Sullivan hooked up with Monte and Barry. The Chief connected with Sonny and
Jake. I was with Buster. Buster had lost some weight during his hospital
stay and was looking good. He also wanted a cock in his ass really bad. I
helped him with that.

Buster is a vocal bottom and everyone knew how much he enjoyed getting
fucked and several men took turns. If the truth be strictly told, everyone
took a turn or two. Buster was a bull like man and he had the stamina of a
bull. He didn't get tired and he didn't lose his enthusiasm one bit. A gang
bang sounds crude, but the reality was different. Buster loved it, the
fuckers loved it. He was fun to fuck and it was fun to watch him get
fucked.

Maury got turned on when he discovered Sonny was Buster's son.

"Damn you've got a nice one," Sonny remarked as he watched Maury pound
Buster. "Does it feel as good as it looks Daddy?"

"It sure does, son," Buster replied.

"Are you guys lovers?" Maury asked.

"Shit no. He's my daddy," Sonny said.

"Really?"

Hugo was watching the scene. "They really are father and son."

"Does it bother you have your son watch you get screwed?" Maury asked.

"Why should it?  It my ass," Buster explained. "We discovered we like man
sex a year or so ago. It was a bit of a shock at first, but we're fine with
it now."

"It's better to get things in the open than hide them, I think," Sonny
said. "Daddy really likes to get fucked. It's good when other men screw
him. It's less work for me." With that comment Maury shot off filling
Buster's hole with his kosher cream. As if to illustrate the point, Sonny
slipped his cock in the quivering hole when Maury vacated it. Maury liked
that a lot.

Buster's cum filled hole seemed to have inspired an outbreak of
fucking. Monte had a good time fucking Coach Sullivan. Monte was all man
and Sullivan had no problem taking the 6'-4" policeman's cock. Barry fed
Sullivan his cock as Monte filled the coach's ass.  This worked out well.
Sullivan loved sex, but wasn't much on romance.  Barry loved to kiss. Monte
and Barry made out while they double teamed Sullivan.

Having launched Buster on his merry go round of sex I went off looking more
fun. I found Maury in the shower, recharging from his orgasm with Buster. I
joined him. A few minutes later he was on my bed and I was in his ass. It
was an incredibly easy penetration.  When Maury climaxed his entire body
relaxed. My cock just slid in without effort. His ass was tight but had
already been lubricated.

"Who opened you up?" I asked.

"That librarian fellow," he replied. "He may not be my type but he's a good
fucker and nice guy to boot."

"Am I churning some of his cream into Librarian cock butter?"

Maury laughed.  That was great for my cock. "I guess you are."  Everyone
was happy and more than satisfied. I continued my deep dick massage as we
talked about the case. My theory as to what had happened was correct. The
first death was a hit and run.  Windom had panicked and fled the scene.
Jake's hit and run was planned.

Windom was deeply in debt.  He would lose his house and everything he
owned. "I think he had a nervous breakdown near the end. Killing Mrs. Jones
and trying to kill Buster were done in a crazed desire to get rid of
incriminating witnesses," Maury explained.

Chief Walker joined us. He got to my rear and slipped his cock into my
hole. He was taller than me so he lifted me up and bent me over Maury. This
pushed my cock as deep as it could be into Maury's hole. Maury loved that.

Eventually Maury fucked me as the chief fucked him. After an hour and a
half of us playing together in just about every position possible I was
feeling really mellow. Maybe my cock and ass would be sore the next day,
but now I was experiencing a runner's high. The party faded away as men
went home. Jake and I were left with Chief Walker and Monte discussing my
future. Actually they were discussing my future while Jake fucked Walker
and I fucked Monte.

"I hate to say it, but I think Catfish has a future in Law enforcement,"
Walker said. "He's not your dream traffic cop, but he'd be great
undercover."

"You have a way of insinuating yourself in situations," Monte said. "You
don't look the part, people tell you things they shouldn't."

"He sure has a way of insinuating himself into your ass," Jake said.

"You need to become a cop, Catfish!" Walker said.  Just as he said that I
lost it and gave Monte's prostate a warm sperm bath. He moaned and shot
off.  I took that as an omen.