Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 02:37:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Catfish

Young Catfish


By Bald Hairy Man


This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If
you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you
have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
Catfish's later life is covered in Play Pen and Millennium Construction
Company.



Some kids are bad, and some kids are troubled.  I was one of the troubled
ones, an underachiever.  In my case it was because I thought I was a lot
smarter than I had any right to think.  I just knew better than my Mom and
Dad and any of my teachers.  Only my Mom actually thought I was an
underachiever.  Everyone else thought I was doing as much as I could, given
my modest endowments.

Looking back, it was odd I thought I was so smart.  If I was as smart as I
thought I was, I certainly didn't have anything to show for it.  I didn't
do well in school.  I didn't do particularly well doing chores.  Everyone
thought I was a screw up.  I was happy getting C's and doing as little as I
could.

My life was straight from "Leave it to Beaver" until I was fourteen.  Dad
died.  He was at work, said he was feeling kind of faint and died of a
massive heart attack.  He was alive at breakfast and dead by lunch.  The
Principal came to get me from class and I couldn't for the life of me guess
what I had done bad enough to get him to personally get me.  He took me
home and my Uncles' and Aunts' cars were there.  Uncle Jake told me what
happened.

I don't really remember much of the next few days.  Jake took me to
Elwood's, the good department store, to get clothes.  Everyone was nice,
but I was pretty much out of it.  About a week later it struck me, we were
alone and in poor financial shape.  For most guys, dying at 45 is not good.
It wasn't good for us at all.

Mom had been a nurse and she had to get re-certified.  As soon as I was
fifteen, my after school job became real important to me.  I wanted to quit
school, but Jake and Mrs.  Robertson wouldn't let me.

Uncle Jake was a lumberjack and I didn't know him very well.  He was Mom's
older brother and Mom and Aunt El, his wife, didn't get along well.  When
Dad died, Jake was about as helpful as a man could be.  He took care of all
the details.

Mrs.  Robertson was our nextdoor neighbor across the fence.  We lived in a
small town.  The Robertsons lived on Elm Street, the best street in town.
We lived on Linden, an okay, but not great street.  Mrs. Robertson and Mom
became good friends, helping each other out.  Mr.  Robertson was a banker
and wasn't much good around the house.

Mrs.  Robertson was also beautiful.  She wasn't just pretty or cute, she
was movie star like beautiful.  She had been brought up in an apartment
house in New York, so she didn't have much useful information about how to
fix things.  Mom and Dad did.  Dad helped when they had emergencies.  Dad
said, you never needed to show Mrs.  Robertson what to do twice.  That was
about as high a compliment as Dad paid anyone.

When I was talking about leaving school, Mrs.  Robertson asked me over to
her house.  We sat in her library.  It looked like a museum to me.  We had
a very quiet conversation about school and how important it was.  That I
had heard before.  Then she went in for the kill.

"Your father told me not graduating from High School was the stupidest
thing he had ever done and he was looking forward to seeing you graduate.
You will be the first man in his family to do that." she said.  "I will be
in the audience watching in your Father's place."

I said, that would be fine with me.  Mrs.  Robertson was one of those
people you obeyed.  She didn't tell you to do anything often, but when she
did she was dead serious.  Uncle Jake was the same way.

He was a big, imposing man.  His wife, El, said I was the runt of a litter
of one.  I was 5'4" and weighed 115 pounds in High School.  Jake was a good
six foot and 250 solid pounds with an air about him.  He too expected to be
obeyed.  I was worried about money, he told me not to worry.  "No one in
our family has ever been on the dole.  We take care of our own," he said.
"Wildridge, your Mom is hard working and you're going to be hard working,
whether you want to be or not."

My name was Wildridge, but by now almost everyone called me Catfish.  When
I said I was a runt, I was small everywhere except for my cock.  In gym
class, the first time I showered, it became real clear, my cock was
oversized.  Buster Billings said it looked like a Catfish.  The coach was
passing by when Buster made the comment.

"It may be a Catfish, but it sure is a keeper." Coach said.  The name
stuck.  I wasn't too sure about the nickname at first, but there are worse
things to be known by than the size of your cock.  It sure was a lot better
than Pee Wee.

I had one real good friend in High School, Scotty.  He was a nice kid.  He
was twice as big as me and was mostly fat in grade school.  In High school
he got a lot more solid, but he didn't have the body to be a success as a
ballet dancer, if you get my drift.  His nickname was Walrus.  He had the
body type of a Walrus and a thick coat of hair covering it.

This was at the height of the Annette and Frankie period and it would have
been difficult for two guys to be any less stylish than Scotty and me.  I
needed to shave at 13 and was downright shaggy by 15, with signs of balding
already appearing.  Behind our backs they called us the "gruesome twosome".

We had experimented with sex between ourselves and the experiments had been
successful, but widely spaced.  We had jerked off together, but little
more.  If we had been smarter guys than we were, we might have noticed that
neither of us had any interest in girls.  One day Scotty dropped in after
school.  Mom was at work.

"Catfish, have you heard of a guy getting blown?" Scotty asked.

"Yeah." I said.  I had, but I didn't have much of an idea what getting
blown was.

"It's real good." he said.  "And I mean, really good."

"You did it?"

"No, a guy blew me." Scotty replied.  "At the picnic shelter in Centennial
Park."

"Who was it?" I asked, "What did he do?"

"It's not really blowing, it was more like sucking.  I don't know who the
guy was, but he sure loved my cock!"  Scotty paused.  "He said, he would do
it again in a private place if I liked it well enough to do it again.  I
was interested, but didn't want to go with a stranger alone.  He must have
guessed my thoughts.  He asked, if I had any friends who liked the same
things I did.  I said, I knew a guy who might be interested."

"Me?" I asked like an idiot.

"Who else do you think?" he said.  We talked about it and decided we might
give it a spin.  It's hard for horny teenagers to pass up sex.  Scotty
said, the guy told him, he came by the picnic shelter from time to time and
I could look for him."  We agreed to hang around the park and see if he
showed up.

He didn't.  Uncle Jake did.  I was never so shocked in my life.  He was
surprised too.  He came over and we talked.  The park was apparently a
well-known gay pick up place.  Jake was a smart man and figured out what we
were doing right off the bat.  I was embarrassed he had caught us.  It
didn't occur to me to think about why he was in the park.

That was when the other guy showed up.  I didn't know what he looked like,
but I could tell from Scotty's reaction it was him.  He was about Jake's
age, but thinner and shorter.  He looked at us and came over.  I thought
Scotty was going to have a heart attack.

"Jake, you aren't snaking my boys away from me, are you?" he said.

"Gene, I didn't know you had taken to robbing cradles!" Jake said without
batting an eye.  "And with my nephew, no less."

"Shit, you're kidding!  Your nephew?" Gene said.  He looked genuinely
concerned.  "I had no idea.  I was just going to give them a starter
lesson!"

"I didn't either."  Jake said.  "But it runs in the family."

"We'd better get going." I said.

"Don't let me interrupt." Jake said.  "I've got no problem with what you
are doing and I remember what it was like being young and wanting to find
out about sex.  Gene's an old friend and a good man to boot.  Go ahead,
enjoy yourselves."

"Why don't you join us?" Gene asked.  "To tell you the truth, I was
planning to use your fishing cabin as a play house.  Come along, if your
donkey dong doesn't inspire them, nothing will. "

"Catfish has a monster too." Scotty said.  "I can't believe anyone has a
bigger one."  At first neither Uncle Jake nor I had any intention of
messing around, but somehow curiosity got the better of me.  I glanced at
Jake's crotch.  When I glanced up, I saw he had been looking at mine.  Our
eyes met we both knew we shared the exact same thought.  I had never been
so curious about anything as I was about Jake's cock.

We got in Gene's car and drove to the cabin.  It was only five miles out of
town, but it could have been hundred of miles away, it was so secluded.  It
was small and on the edge of a stream.  We went inside.  It was stuffy, but
Jake opened all the windows.  It was a warm day and the cabin cleared out
in minutes.

"Well guys." Gene said, "I know you're not experienced, but it's usual to
get naked and see what happens."  Scotty looked kind of uneasy.  Jake
noticed.

"Boys, we're here for sex and fun, it ain't a prom." Jake said.  He
stripped off his shirt exposing his barrel chest, covered with a thick matt
of white hair.  Gene was right behind Jake and had his pants down first.
As soon as Scotty saw Gene's cock, he stripped.  I think he didn't want to
be the first one naked.  I brought up the rear.  I stripped last, but was
naked first.

"Shit, Scotty's right, you have matching dicks." Gene said as he looked
over Jake and me.  That wasn't quite right.  Jake's hung an inch or so
lower than mine.  I said that.

"It's how big they are when they're hard!" Gene replied as he dropped to
his knees and tried to swallow my cock in one gulp.  He didn't get it all,
but he sure got a lot.  It took a good two or three licks of his tongue to
realize I could get use to this very easily.  Two more licks and I knew why
I hadn't been interested in girls.  Gene and I were in our own little world
for a while.  When I came out of it I noticed that my friend, Scotty, was
sucking my Uncle and having no problem at all with Jake's donkey dong.
Looking at him going at Jake's cock, I wondered if Scotty might have had
more experience than he let on.

I was pondering on that subject when he and Gene traded cocks.  I was
shocked at first.  It was easier to have a complete stranger suck you than
an old friend.  That took some getting use to.  Gene was a good cocksucker,
Scotty was great.  He could take it all.

"After some scientific study, I think Catfish's cock is longer and Jake's
is thicker." Gene said while taking a breath.

"I didn't know Granddaddy Wilson's horse cock had been inherited by any of
the younger generation." Uncle Jake said.  "I thought I was the last."

"Shit, I didn't know there was anything to inherit." I replied.  Scott was
getting me close to shooting.  He took a breather and gave my cock a rest.
Cock sucking hadn't previously occurred to me, but when Scott stopped
sucking, I felt I should pay him back somehow.  He stood up and I dropped
to my knees.  His cock was rock hard and drooling stuff from his piss slit.
I had second thoughts.  I was pulling away and looked up at Scott.

His eyes were closed and I knew he was expecting to feel my lips on his
cock.  Scotty was my best friend and I didn't was to hurt his feelings, so
I revved up my courage and took his cock into my mouth.

It was better than I had guessed.  I guess I must have expected it to taste
like piss.  It was sweet and slippery.  I didn't mind the taste at all.
Scotty moaned and I knew he liked it.  As he moaned a second time he oozed
some more of the cock jelly and I decided I liked it.  Scott's cock was a
good size, but it was easy to swallow the whole thing.  When I pulled off,
I must have suctioned a huge glob of the stuff from his cock.

I had just discovered I had a real affinity for pre cum.  I couldn't get
enough of it.  I had also discovered that my best friend from Grade School
was a prime, choice, A number one, Guernsey cow when it came to pre cum
production.  Once he started to flow, he produced it by the pint.  I was in
heaven.

"Don't use him all up!" Gene said.  "Try out Jake and let me get some of
it!" Gene edged me out of the way and pushed me towards Jake.  Quite
frankly, I had no intention in the world of sucking Jake, but Scotty's cock
jam inspired me and I didn't even think about it as I tried to swallow the
huge dick.

"Jesus!" Jake cried.  I don't think he expected me to suck him anymore than
I expected to do it.  Jake was big, but his cock slipped down my gullet as
if it was made to fit.  If it hadn't felt so good Jake would have
complained.  If it hadn't tasted so good, I would have stopped.  As it was,
I went after Jake's cock like a dog in heat.

Jake didn't ooze as much as Scotty at first, but when I finally pulled off,
something inside him was churning out the goo.  The stuff turned me on.  I
licked it up, then deep-throated Jake again.

"Slow up, I'm going to pop!" Jake cried.  I couldn't slow up, I was crazed.
He began to shake and shiver.  I finally pulled off and was rewarded with a
mouthful of cum.  Jake was old, but he sure was producing man seed.  I
swallowed twice.

I'm not sure anyone became a confirmed cocksucker faster than me. I loved
it from the start. I'm also not sure I had ever recognized that I liked
men, not women.  I had never been interested in girls and hadn't thought
much of it. When my mouth tasted Scotty's cock for the first time, it all
became clear. I loved it.  I wasn't romantically attached to Scotty.  We
were still friends, but I sure liked his cock and he liked mine. We were
friends and playmates.  Buddies helping each other out.

I was surprised I felt the same way about Jake. The physical contact with
his cock was more exciting than I could have conceived.  I had guessed sex
would be good, but had no idea it was as good as it was. It was a new world
opening up for me. Before Scotty, I had figured out having a guy suck on
your cock would be good. It hadn't occurred to me sucking cock could be
good. It was great.

I had never visualized myself on my knees, trying to suck the sex juices of
a guy through his cock.  Scotty was one thing, my Uncle was another. It was
a shock to have my Mother's brother shooting his cum. It didn't bother me
one bit.

Looking back, what was really strange was how natural it was. Somehow I
thought you were supposed to feel cheap and be filled with regret after
your first sexual experience. The only thing I wanted to do was to do it
again.  Gene was willing. He was good too.  He didn't last more than a few
minutes before he popped. Things calmed down after that. Jake and Gene had
cum, Scotty and I were still fully loaded. I must have looked disappointed.

"If you can wait and give us a chance to recharge, I'd be glad to get you
off, boys." Jake said. "I could do it now, but will enjoy it a lot more in
twenty minutes."

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Scotty said.

"It's not that." Gene said. "After I shoot, it takes a while to get back up
to speed.  The desire is there, but the enthusiasm takes more
time. "Believe me, I'd love to get you boys off.  I love boy cum."

"You want to suck me while I shoot?" I asked.

"Sure, food of the Gods." Gene replied.

"You took my load." Jake said. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes, but it wasn't on purpose." I said. "It was an accident."

"Would you do it again?" Jake asked.  I thought for a second.

"I kind of think I would." I replied.  Jake smiled.

"I kind of thought you would too."  Jake said. "there nothing wrong about
liking cock. I like it.  Gene likes it, and if I'm not mistaken, you and
Scotty have a taste for it."

"You are not mistaken about me." said Scotty. "Not mistaken about that at
all." He looked at me.  I knew he wanted me to say something.

"Does this mean I'm a cocksucker?" I asked.

"Only if you get lucky." Jake answered.