Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2014 03:00:35 -0700 From: Bob Archman Subject: Catfsih finds Inner Peace 8 Catfish Finds Inner Peace 8 By Bald Hairy Man This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com If you enjoy these stories. Please consider giving a donation to Nifty! As a rule, I try to avoid fucking the main suspect in a case. That could turn into some strange opportunities for cross-examination should the case go to trial. It was clear that Eugene was into man sex big time. He was Colin's mystery fucker. Colin had seen me fuck nine or ten men over the last two days, so I assumed claiming I was an innocent virgin wasn't an option. Maybe Eugene was gullible, but Colin was not. If I were a better person, I would have tried to resist temptation. I had spent much of the morning sexually connected to several men. That should have been enough. In some ways, Ram was my downfall. I had come close to realizing his ideal state of intense sexual stimulation, just short of an orgasm. My balls were full and whatever makes you produce semen must have been churning out the stuff. I figured what the hell. I would let my cock do some detective work. I stripped naked and we fooled around some. My cock immediately discovered that Eugene was not new to the scene. He also had twelve of the ten danger signs indicating he was a size queen. At first, I thought that he lost any sense of restraint when he saw my cock. That was a misjudgment. Eugene did not seem to possess any sense of restraint at any time. He was like a teenager who blurted out what ever came to mind, regardless of the circumstances. He seemed smart in odd ways. He was the sort of man who would have done well in a game of Trivial Pursuit. He seemed to lack any common sense or ability to combine his random knowledge into useful information. He was anti-gay and partial to man sex. He did not see any contradiction in that. As he saw it, gay men had gay sex and that was bad. He was a straight man who messed around with men, and that was just having fun. He messed around with his pals. That was fine. As far as I could tell, the second he saw my cock outlined by the wear lines on my jeans, I became a buddy. I became his best bud when I stripped and he saw my cock in a semi-erect state. While a gay man might pick up a trick, I had instantly become his best friend. Eugene did not help the situation by demonstrating his own eagerness to open his ass for me. An anthropologist might classify Eugene as a throwback the penis worship of primitive times. He didn't just like cocks; he all but worshiped mine. I couldn't tell if this was just an extreme expression of a size queen's passion, or something beyond that. I later found out any cock larger than seven inches triggered his passions. He liked them big. I am small, but hairy like a chimpanzee. That seemed to trigger something else in him. He was smooth; I was a primitive man. I had some scruples about taking advantage of a man's obsessions. My cock did not. My cock seemed to see Eugene as a sexual Disneyland or as a binge weekend in New Orleans. My scruples seemed to follow my cock's lead. Sex with him was great. His mouth was a full-fledged sex organ. My cock is not that easy to take, but he took it all and he could do a good imitation of a vacuum cleaner. His ass was a wonder too. His sphincter was tight, but he made no effort to resist my cock. It sort of caressed my cock as I slid into him, all was warm and quivering inside. My knob seems to have a prostate magnet in it. It went straight to the little gland and Eugene went straight into space. After playing prostate tag for a little while, I slid in deep. The cock is the Swiss army knife of organs. Officially, it is a drain and a basic part of animal reproduction. My cock is also my favorite toy; it is both handy and effective. Once and a while it administers a truth serum. Sometimes it is an invader, other times it is a welcome guest. Once and while it absorbs the man I am fucking. He becomes a part of me. This was one of those absorptive times. His ass was twitching, and my cock could feel his heart beating. His cock was bloated and looked as it might explode. I jiggled a little and his ass began to contract on my cock. It was a total genital bonding. I felt a wave of affection for Eugene. I began thrusting and the sensations intensified. I knew this was a purely genital sensation and I wanted it to last. I felt an urge to breed him. This was odd and unexpected. Of course, I like to shoot off, and sometimes I fill an ass as a thank you for giving me good time. Some men have a taste for it and I don't mind letting him use my cock as a soda fountain. I also use it to dispense lubricant. I have no objection to sloppy seconds and don't mind sharing. I wanted to breed Eugene. After giving his prostate a sperm bath, I wanted to shove it deep into his body. That is what happened. Once I was in him, Eugene was out of it. His eyes crossed and he did little more than moan and twitch. That was good enough for me. Eugene did nothing to reduce my urges. For a straight man, he had superb gay men's skills. He was a great sucker and a wonderful bottom. All I had to do was to stay hard. He would do the rest. "You are really into this stuff. Where did you learn your skills?" I asked. "At home with my family," he replied. "Actually I learned it at my Uncle' hunting cabin. My Dad was a teller at the bank. He was mousey and a bit of a wimp. Mom's Uncle was a hunting and fishing guide who lived off the land most of the time. Dad didn't like him at all and the feeling was mutual." "Daddy died young. Mom was still young and pretty. She married an Insurance man a year later. I didn't like him much. In my spare time and in the summer, I spent a lot of time with Uncle Joe and his pals. That kept me out of the house. Joe wasn't the marrying kind. To tell you the truth, none of them was domestic type. They had lots of fun," he explained. "I woke up in the middle of the night once and saw Uncle Joe and his pals messing around and having a grand old time. Uncle Joe's best pal was Garland Shiflett. He was a lumberjack, and scrawny like you, but he had a big one. It wasn't as big as yours, but it was nice," Eugene continued. "A few days later I got Garland alone and told him I had seen them going at it. That scared him. He thought I wanted to turn him in to the police. I told him I wanted lessons. Boy was he relieved." "Did he give you lessons?" I asked. "He did, but he wasn't that keen on it. He thought it was best if a member of your family was the first to do you. I told him that I wanted his cock," he said. "He did me and it was fine. It hurt a little at first but it turned good real fast. I told him I wanted the play with the rest of the guys. Garland told me they had a demanding initiation ceremony and I needed to be more experienced to do that. That would take a few weeks of training. Of course, I said I was willing." "I'm a fast learner and a few days later he told Uncle Joe about it. Joe was relieved. He and his pals had been hiding it from me and now they could relax and have some real fun." "Joe told me I had an ass like his Daddy's, and it brought back fond memories." Eugene looked me in the eyes. "Your cock reminds me of Garland. It feels real good!" "You like them big?" "I figure if you're going to get fucked you might as well feel it!" Eugene said. "All the guys fucked me for the initiation. Damn, that was the best night of my life. You might think it would be a problem taking ten cocks in one night, but it wasn't. You get really open and my ass was real slippery inside after the first few. It was great." "Were they all family?" I asked. "They were all family or almost family," he said. Eugene was a type I knew from being raised near the mountains. My Uncle knew men who messed around. Gay men lived in cities, had a lisp, wore dresses and were florists. They did wild, immoral things with other men in dresses. Messing around with your pals was just clean fun, letting off steam. It was a good alternative to knocking up your sister. That had been a problem when everyone lived in hollows in the mountains. It wasn't that much of a problem now, but it was still fun. Sex tended to be mostly anal, since you were lucky if anyone took a bath more than once a week. Most of the fun was with cousins and uncles. When I met my Uncle's pals, my cock was popular. I showered daily and it was a taste treat. Most of the fun was with family, but the definition of family was very broad. Old pals were included and, like gay men everywhere, anyone who was willing would be adopted. Thinking about the conversation with Eugene later, I discovered a big problem. Whatever Eugene was, a criminal mastermind was not likely. I had a strong sense that I had miscast him. He was well suited to be the simpleton tool of another man. I am sure that he would willingly do whatever he was told to do, without realizing the implications. He could be a useful tool. When we returned to the farm, Colin and I went to his room. Colin had watched me fuck Eugene and he wanted a quick poke. I was up for that. The delayed orgasms of the morning seemed to have backed up cream in my balls and I still had some left. We had much more than a quick fuck. Ram's leisurely approach had paid off. I took my time and had time to find out much more about Eugene Banks and his playmates from Colin. I had established myself as a horny, sex crazed man in Colin's eyes. Colin was not as sexually driven as I am, but he would like to have been. He sympathized with my interests and assumed I wanted to connect with Eugene' playmates for a sexual romp. I was actually disturbed I had misjudged the situation so badly and wanted to find out the real situation. I had not been thinking about a session with a bunch of inbred mountain men. As sometimes happens, as soon as I did think about it, my cock began formulating plans. Colin knew of them and knew some of the men, but he had never joined in. They were the sort of men with whom he could not be seen without comment in polite society. Uncle Joe was dead, but his son, Little Joe ran a used car parts-junkyard operation. I asked Colin if Troy might know them. Colin laughed. "Troy comes for a good family, a few tiers up the social later from Joe's group. I assume he's arrested a few of them, but that is the extent of the connection," he explained. "If you want to hook up with them, I can mention it to Eugene. You impressed him greatly." "Do they allow strangers into the group?" "I think it's pretty rare, but if they did, you would be their type," Colin said. "What is their type?" "Little Joe and his cousin Drake seem to run the show. Little Joe looks like the missing link if the missing link was really ugly. Drake was in a motorcycle accident and they didn't put him back together real well. Let's just say they aren't into Abercrombie & Fitch types. You are ratty enough to be okay," Colin said. He suddenly looked horror-stricken. "Did I just say something terrible?" "Maybe you did, but your ass just tightened when you said it and I will take that as an apology," I said. "My teen age heart throb days are behind me." Three days later, I was in a cabin in the woods with Eugene's friends. Sometimes I think my southwestern Virginia twang had mellowed by living in Richmond so long. If it has, no one noticed at the cabin. It was deep in the woods at the foot of a mountain. The cabin sat on the edge of a millpond. The mill was long gone but the pond remained. There were trucks in the woods, but he cabin was empty. I walked to the rear. The men were skinny-dipping and splashing around in the water. Someone yelled at me to get nekid and get into the water. I did. No one in the group seemed to be shy. Eugene wasn't there yet, but he had described me. When I got out of the water, my cock made friends quickly. As I had suspected, Little Joe was way over six feet tall and ugly as shit. Drake was smaller and uglier. There were four Banks family members, Little Joe, Danny, Billy and Ronnie. They were all big lumberjacks. Drake Dewing was an in-law and there was a Bunny and Roscoe Dewing in the group. They tended to be scrawny and shorter. There were two men, Bubba and Lamont, who must have been friends. They didn't give a last name and they were rough looking. It turns out that in a group of rednecks who like to mess around, a small, scrawny guy with a big cock makes friends quickly. Sherriff Banks arrived with Willy Wilkes, the patrolman he favored, and Sammy. Sammy was a Dewing of some sort. All of the men were here to mess around and no one was shy about it at all. I was the only new meat and everyone fondled and stroked my cock. That seemed to be a substitute for shaking hands. I was soon half-hard and that did nothing to reduce my attractiveness. I had no idea if I was going to be initiated or if there were other plans. Eugene had told the men that I gave a good ride to anyone who wanted to saddle up on my cock. I didn't know if guests were expected to bottom for a while before they topped. The group got into a discussion on who could take it. They knew Eugene could, but he was a bottom slut and they expected that. They had a ribald discussion on who needed it most and who had the tightest ass. No one asked if I was interested. They assumed that. They focused on Bunny, the smallest of the Dewings. He was five-six and 130 pounds, some of which was ink from his home made tattoos. He got on his hands and knees and Little Joe slobbered on my cock as Drake rimmed Bunny. Joe was just providing a service, but he soon was interested and I realized he was a good cocksucker. I stepped up to the plate, positioned my cock at Bunny's hole. It was tiny. I made a tentative push and Bunny opened wide. I do not know if he opened wide or just lacked sphincter muscles, but I was in. it was a little bit like fucking Jell-O; Bunny didn't have much muscle. It was warm and pleasant and Bunny loved it. I am a good multi-tasker, and several men fed me their cocks as I fucked. The cluster of men enjoyed the view, commenting on my own organ and on Bunny's ability to take it. They had all used his ass before, but had not guessed its actual capacity. As you might guess, the man-sex loving rednecks' comments on my cock and Bunny's ass were as sophisticated as you would expect. Wilkes, Eugene's right hand man, fed me his cock and about five seconds later, he was oozing percum. He wasn't just pretending to be into man sex. I understood Eugene's attraction to him. I pulled out of Bunny and Wilkes was in his ass a second later. For the next fifteen minutes each man fucked Bunny. It was a nice little gangbang. When I say nice, I mean nice. Bunny had a good time, and I suspected he considered a gangbang and the associated sperm injections made for a really good day. I assumed this was not the first time this happened and everyone knew the rules. Bunny was doing his "Whatever you do, don't throw me into that Briar patch" routine. While most of the group focused on Bunny, I attracted the men who were attracted to big tools off to the side. Eugene was with Wilkes. He and Sammy came over with a cousin, Roscoe. I knew Sammy from meeting him at Troy's place. He had made a bet with his cousin that he could take my cock. If he did, he would get to fuck Roscoe. Wilkes wanted to watch me do Eugene after I fucked Sammy. I am not particularly Puritan in my outlook, but I was surprised at the casualness of the fucking. These men were into screwing big time. Colin told me they had been messing around for years, but shoving your cock up a man's ass seemed to be the equivalent of saying hello and having a chat about the weather to them. Casual as it was, I was relieved to note that as the fuckers approached a climax, the scene turned dramatically sexual. Little Joe and Drake began to make out as Little Joe came close to shooting in Bubba's ass. I mentioned that to Sammy later. He said they had discovered that getting all "lovey-dovey" made for a better climax. "I noticed that Drake shot off hands free as Little Joe popped off in Bubba's ass," I said. "I think they like each other," Sammy said. "I mentioned that once to Drake and he got mad and fucked me real good. He gets nice and hard when he's mad." I had fucked Sammy and then he fucked Roscoe. Roscoe was a big boy, but he must have had a small hole. It took some work on Sammy's part. Wilkes had wandered off and I talked with Eugene. Wilkes returned with another man, older and more formidable. He didn't look like a member of the Banks or Drake clans. "You sure done Sammy easy enough," he said to me. "It all depends on good attitude," I said. "I they want me in them, I can get it in!" "My boy wants it," the man said. "I've never seen him take one as big as yours." "Daddy, what makes you think I want it?" Wilkes asked. "Shit, I don't like to bottom!" "You'll do what it tell you to do and you'll fucking like it," the man said in a nasty voice. I didn't like where that conversation was going but Little Joe and Drake came over to get me. By then Bunny's gangbang was over and most of the men had shot off once. That seemed to reduce the sexual tension and men were casually prowling for their next playmate. Little Joe signaled me to come over. I misread the situation a little. Little Joe was mostly a top and he wanted me to screw his pal, Drake. I have fucked ugly men before, but Drake was at the top of that list. I am open-minded and I had noticed that an ugly face is sometimes associated with a sexually responsive man. Little Joe told me he usually fucked Drake, but he wanted to watch his pal's hole as my cock stretched him. Drake was on his hands and knees; he liked it doggy style. Little Joe scooted under him so he had a good view. His cock was in Drake's face and Drake liked that. Drake's hole was small and tight. It also was well lubricated. I pushed a few times. Drake had some poppers and he took a whiff. On my next thrust, I was in. "Holy shit, that's pretty!" Little Joe exclaimed. Little Joe gave me instructions on how to send Drake to the moon. Drake's was good bottom, and having another guy fuck him as his lover watched was a big turn on for both of them. I remembered that they were not gay; they just messed around. Somehow, my cock could not tell the difference. I pulled out, got Drake on his back and told Little Joe to fuck him. "I need a little rest," I said. Drake had a blissful look on his face as Joe's tool slipped in. I had stretched Drake nice and wide and the hole stayed open. Joe liked that a lot. He shot off quickly. "Do you mind if I plant your seed deeper?" I asked. "Hell no!" was the reply. Drake and Little Joe were happy. Willy Wilkes came over to us. He was next in line. Willy was as pretty as Drake was ugly. He looked like a male model. He had attitude too. As my cock slid into his ass, the attitude vanished. He transformed from being a sophisticated man of the world type into a country boy who needed it in the ass real bad. I need to be careful about using my cock as an investigative tool. I have fucked men with attitude before. Usually it takes five or ten minutes of pounding to fuck the attitude out of them. Willy was attitude free after a few strokes. I had met young men who thought attitude would disguise their sexual preference. No one would think this macho man was a fag. Willy just needed some cock therapy to get straight, Willy had all the makings of a bottom slut. He loved it and couldn't get enough of it. His dad came by and made derogatory comments about his son. I told him to keep his fucking mouth shut. He left. I knew then that Willy was the perfect kid who could never please his dad. I also knew his dad was a plain, old fashioned bully, a cowardly bully.