Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 14:35:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young  Catfish 8

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.


Young Catfish 8

By Bald Hairy Man


My night wasn't over.  Tom waited ten minutes and went back in for a long
fuck.  I had his cum as well as Uncle Jake's lubricating my ass, so it was
much better.  Tom's cock was easy once the head was in.  The big head
seemed to have a life of it's own.  It felt like a ball traveling up and
down my ass tunnel.  His shaft was thick, but after the monster head, my
sphincter, after having been stretched wide, closed and relaxed.  It acted
like a cock ring for Tom's dong, trapping it in my ass.

Of course, Tom could have pulled out at anytime, had he wanted.  With all
that cum in my ass it was slippery, but he didn't want to, so we had a nice
long session.  I discovered while he could get hard again in record time,
he couldn't recharge his balls.  He just kept on fucking, slowly pumping
his cock head in my ass.

It built up.  After fifteen minutes, my entire ass lining was as tender as
my cock head.  It was so good it was on the edge of hurting.  I was
whimpering some as Tom relentlessly stroked my chute with his cock.

"That boy's near the edge, Tom.  Push him over!" Uncle Jake said.  Tom
picked up the pace and I popped.  Tom must have cum at the same time.  He
pulled out.  The sex was over and Uncle Jake told me to come into his bed
for the rest of the night.

I was tired and his bed was comfortable.  "Are you okay?" Jake asked in low
whisper.  "I know I shouldn't have fucked you, you being my nephew and all.
I just got carried away.  I'm real sorry."

"I'm fine." I replied.  "It was good.  It didn't bother me at all."

"Are you sure?" Jake asked.  "You've got one shit load of my cum up your
ass.  I don't believe I shot off that much in years."

"Turned on?" I asked.  He was silent for a while.

"I hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess I was."  Jake said.  "I'm not
into young guys, but you must have turned me on big time.  I'm sorry."

"Do you remember when I was fucking Bubba last spring?  You came up behind
me, held me and I had that big climax." I asked.  Jake said he
remembered. "I popped the second your cock head touched my hole.  I don't
know if it was because you're my Uncle, or just because you're a good
looking man, but whatever it was, it did the trick."

"To tell you the truth, I was hot to get in Bubba's ass, Catfish." Jake
said.  "If I poked you, it was by accident.  Did I get in you?"

"Nope, you just touched the hole." I said.  "I guess you're officially
fucked when you get inside."

"I don't rightly know if there's a hard and fast rule.  I figure it happens
when your cock head is all the way through the sphincter." Jake observed.
"That's the hard part for most guys and most cocks.  Tom got you good,
didn't he?"

"That he did." I confessed.  "Does it get better the more you do it?"

"It hurt?"  Jake asked.  He was concerned again.

"Some, but it wasn't that bad.  I like some parts of it." I said.

"What parts?"

"Well it's odd, but I like the idea of you using me to get off.  I like
you, Jake.  You've been good ever since Dad died.  I know how good it feels
to top and I liked you using my ass.  It seemed like some payback." I said.
"When you shot off, you almost made me pop my nut.  I liked having your cum
in my ass.  It turned me on."

"I'll tell you something, if you promise not to tell anyone else.  We've
got some family history here." Jake said.  "It wasn't just Cousin Alvis who
fucked me the first time.  Uncle Alonso was there too.  He came up on us
and caught us in the act.  He was mad.  I thought he was mad because we
were fucking, but it turned out he was mad because Alvis hadn't invited him
to join in."

"Alvis calmed him down, telling him it had just happened and wasn't
planned.  He was just introducing me to the joys of butt fucking.  My Uncle
said, if that was what we were doing it was fine, but that maybe he should
show me what real fucking was like.  Uncle Alonso stripped naked.  He got
Alvis on his back and gave me detailed instructions on how to fuck a guy
right." Jake continued.

"Have you ever seen a picture of Alonso?  One ugly son of a gun.  Bald,
hairy, with a potbelly from too much beer and no teeth left.  Fortunately,
Alonso had your cock, Catfish.  He was just as big and thick as you.  The
more I think about it, the more I think your cock is a dead ringer for
Alonso's.  Strangely, he was a real nice fucker, delicate, considerate and
careful.  I sat at Alvis' head, feeding him my cock.  Uncle Alonso said,
"It's good to give a guy something to chew on when he's taking a big one."

"It only took my Uncle three strokes of his cock to get rock hard.  He spit
on it and lifted Alvis' legs to his shoulders.  A second later his cock
head was docked in Alvis' hole.  It seemed as if Alonso had done a detailed
study of what Alvis liked.  He told me Alvis loved to have the head popped
though the hole until he was 100% open, then Alonso went deep.  He knew
where his son's hot spots were.  He would slow down as he passed the boy's
prostate and rub it with his bloated cock head.  Alvis went crazy.  After
he finished Alvis off, he asked if I wanted to try it."

"He was a lot bigger than Alvis and I wasn't sure it would fit into my ass.
My Uncle noticed I was hesitating, so he said, I didn't need to, if I
didn't want to.  Alvis was good for another fuck in a few minutes.  Well, I
had been afraid he was going to force me to take his cock, but once I knew
I had a choice, I wanted to try it out.  Uncle Alonso liked to fuck and he
liked it a lot.  He later told me he figured, if he wasn't nice and easy
the first time, he'd never get any repeat customers."

"We were short on lube, but Alonso oozed and dripped precum constantly when
he was hard.  His cock was big, but his balls were real sperm factories,
just like yours, Catfish.  He got me on my back, with my legs on his
shoulders and cock poised at my hole.  Then he talked with me and told me
what he was going to do and what I would feel.  He told me about guys he
had fucked and how much they enjoyed it.  I got interested in his stories
and asked him some questions.  Uncle Alonso was a funny guy and he had some
strange, but erotic stories to tell.  All the time, I was getting more
excited and he was oozing cock jelly and poking it in my ass with his cock
head.  He was lubricating my chute with his precum.  I knew he was going
slightly deeper each time."

"I was getting excited, as was Alonso.  His cock continuously applied
pressure to my hole, but never enough to penetrate.  He told me to open up
when I wanted it.  "You need to let me in, don't fight it, just relax and
pretend you need to shit." he urged.  "You'll open up, when you want it bad
enough."

"Quite frankly, I didn't believe him, but old Uncle Alonso was a good judge
of character and he knew me better than I knew myself.  I did want it and I
did let him in.  Alonso was a master at this.  He eased down my shit tunnel
making sure to stop at just the right places.  He knew where my good spots
were and he loved to rub them with his meat until I was going crazy.  He
also knew just when to stop, a second or two before I was ready to pop.
When I finally shot off, it was the best orgasm I had ever had."

"So, Catfish, you aren't the first guy in the family to get fucked by your
Uncle." Jake concluded.

"I guess that means I'm not the first to enjoy it either." I said.  With
that we both relaxed and fell asleep.

After the party, life settled down to a regular routine.  It was hard work,
but it was good for me to discover what hard work was.  My job at the gas
station was boring but easy.  It was nice to find out even though I am
small; I could keep up with the big men and do my part.

At the end of the summer I went back to school.  It was my senior year and
I was beginning to figure out what to do with my life.  After the summer at
the lumber camp it seemed really quiet at home.  I did get to see Scotty,
but he was busy too.

In later September I had a three days off from school because of a broken
water main.  There was no water in the building.  I thought everyone could
just hold it, but I was in the minority and as long as I got a few days
off, I was happy.  Uncle Jake asked me, if I'd like to take a trip with him
to see some relatives.  Mom thought that was good, she was real busy and
didn't like me just hanging around the house.  She also wanted me to keep
in touch with our family.  She hadn't done that and regretted it now.  It
turned out that we were going to see Alvis.

The minute I heard that, I guessed what Jake had in mind.  I guessed right.
Thursday morning, Uncle Jake picked me up and we drove four hours to the
west.  Alvis lived in a place called Bald Top Mountain.  Jake told me, it
was a post office and a few abandoned stores.  It had been a coal- mining
town, but the mine had closed in the 1950s and everyone left.

"Why is Alvis there?" I asked.

"Alvis went out there because he thought the money in mining was real good.
He married a local girl and they had a litter of kids.  Alvis was no catch,
but his wife, Sally-Belle, was a bitch and an ugly bitch at that.  I don't
know the kids well at all.  Alvis is the caretaker for the mining company's
property.  Sort of a watchman-janitor.  There's about 4000 acres of land
they hoped was over coal." Jake said.  "It turned out the coal was so deep
it wasn't economical to get it out.  There are a few buildings left, but
Alvis has to make sure the mines are all sealed up, so no one can get in
them.  Old mines are accidents waiting to happen."

"How old is he?"

"He's two years older than me, so that would make him 67." Jake replied.
"But he smoked and drinks a lot.  The last time I saw him he looked 80.  He
had tons of kids.  The story in the family is that Sally-Belle was a slut
as well as a bitch.  My cousin, Earl, says there is a good chance half of
the kids aren't his.  Earl told me not to comment on it, Alvis isn't brain
surgeon material and he hasn't seemed to notice the kids don't look like
him."

Jake was right about the town; Bald Top Mountain was not much of a town at
all.  At first I thought it was all second growth forest, but when you
looked hard you could see trees growing through houses.  The remaining
houses were all collapsed, or near collapse.  Here and there a big metal
construction remained, covered in vines.

We turned off the main road and went through a gate covered in old "No
Trespassing" signs and went up a rutted road.  We came upon a clearing with
a large, well-tended house in the middle.  It was a bungalow style house
and it was in perfect repair.  The lawn looked like a golf course and there
were large flowerbeds.  I was shocked.  I had expected a "Beverly
Hillbillies" type place.  A tall man in overalls got up from a chair on the
Veranda, which surrounded the house and came forward.  It was Alvis.

He looked better than I expected.  He was a bit "Jed Clampet" like, but he
looked normal.

"You're looking good, Alvis!" Jake exclaimed.  "Life must be treating you
well."

"It's good now," Alvis said while shaking hands.  "But I had a real bumpy
spell five years ago.  Sally-Belle died and I lost a lung to cancer.
Things are good now."

"The house looks great too." Jake added.

"That's all due to my son, Matt.  He's a construction superintendent and
he's been fixing the place up.  He sort of collected all the unmarried boys
together after Sally died, so he has a built in construction crew."  He
took us into the house.  It was beautiful.  It had lots of antique
furniture, mission stuff that matched the house.  It was very liveable and
there was no question it was a man's house.

Alvis told us, it had been the Manager's house when the mine was operating.
It had served as an informal hotel for visiting executives, so it was big
and spacious with a slew of bedrooms.

"How many of your boys are here?"  I asked

"I have eight kids, four are here, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.  Luke's
son, Levi, lives here too.  Luke's got shit for taste when it comes to
women.  She skedaddled and left him with the kid.  He's a good boy in spite
of his mamma."

"You sure were organized in naming your kids." Jake commented.

"That's a funny thing.  Sally named half and I got to name half.  The ones
she named, the girls, Crystal and Tiffany, and the boys, Shaun and Troy all
left." Alvis said.  "She didn't like my names but I figured, if they were
from the Bible she couldn't complain much.  To tell you the truth, she did
complain regardless, but it's odd, all of my boys stayed."

"Uncle Jake!" a man yelled from the door.  "It's good to see you!"  The man
was a huge, blond guy dressed as a construction worker.  "You must be
Catfish, I'm Matt." he said as he shook my hand.  He was blue eyed and
beefy with a trimmed beard and a fringe of gold hair forming a ring at his
tee shirts neck.

"I was just running by on my way to a project and I thought I would get
lunch.  I'm glad you guys got here." Matt explained.  He was an impressive
guy.

"Hey you must be Jake?" another voice chimed in.  A younger version of
Alvis came in the room.  He was a tall scarecrow of a man.  This was John.
He told us he worked with his father since the operation.  "My real job is
keeping Daddy from taking up smoking again.  The work at the mine is just a
sideline."

"You've stopped smoking?" Jake asked.  "Congratulations, I know how hard it
is.  It was a bitch for me twenty years ago."

"You can live with one lung, but Daddy has no extras anymore.  It's over if
the other one goes."  Matt said.  "We all stopped smoking.  Family
solidarity." Matt went out to the car and got our bags and took us to the
guest bedroom.

Like the rest of the house, the upstairs was handsome, bright and sunny.

"The bath is across the hall." he said, as he showed us around the place.
The bath was a surprise.  They had taken one large bedroom and turned it
into a shower room.  It looked more like an expensive health club, shower
room than a residential bath.  There was a four head shower and a steam
room, all done in cobalt blue tile.  Jake went downstairs to talk with
Alvis and I was alone with Matt.

"It's a beautiful place here." I said.  "You must be proud of it."

"I work construction and I learned some things.  Why build beautiful places
for people and live in a dump yourself?" he asked.  He looked at me.
"Daddy's real excited you are here.  Jake told him about you."

"What did he say?"

"He told Daddy you were a lot like my Grandpa."  Matt said.  "We're all
free and easy here in some ways.  Daddy was kind of hoping you would help
him relive some good times.  Jake told him, you knew about the good old
days.  Did the stories bother you?"

"Not at all.  I'm afraid I'm a horny bastard and I'm not very shy either."
I said.  Matt looked relieved.

"We're all guys here and need to let off some stream from time to time."
Matt said carefully.

"I don't need to let of steam; I need to drain my balls.  Eight inches in a
guy's ass is fine with me."  I said.

"Shit, we're going to get along well!" Matt said.

"Are all you boys playmates?  And how often is "from time to time"?" I
asked.  He smiled.

"We're all playful and I guess you could say, "from time to time" means any
chance we get."

"We will get along well!" I said, as we went downstairs again.  We had
lunch and Matt went back to work while John showed us around the property.
The area was beautiful everywhere the mine had not touched.  It was a
wasteland elsewhere.  Vines and scrub growth were replacing some of the
worst areas, but it sure didn't give me warm and fuzzy feelings about the
mining company.

We got back to the house around four and the rest of the family arrived.
Luke was a heavy set, dark haired, bear of a man.  His son Levi was very
quiet and looked a bit like Alvis.  Luke had a ruddy complexion and a
rather jolly look, like a young Santa Clause.  Mark was small, dark and
looked distinctly Italian.  He had a moustache and looked like a 1930's era
lounge lizard.  Only John looked even a bit like his Daddy.

All seemed friendly.  When Matt got back from work, he was covered in dirt
and mud.  "It's shower time boys!" he yelled and all the brothers went off
to the shower.  I was hot from the afternoons hike and joined them.  I
figured I might as well find out the lay of the land.

When I walked into the shower room and hung up my towel, Matt looked as if
Christmas had come early.  Mark took a look at me and exclaimed, "New
Meat!". I was completely soft, so I shook my cock and stroked it a few
times, just to give it a little body.

"Don't embarrass him."  Luke said.

"Shit, that boy's got nothing to be embarrassed about!" John said.

"If he is embarrassed, I know a dark and warm place he can put it!" Mark
added.