Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2015 21:50:08 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish Goes Naked 2

Catfish Goes Naked 2
By Bald Hairy Man

This 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, and is
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

Once we were in the apartment, we stripped and I gave Bobby a chance to
have a nice long look. He was hard and tried to hide his erection.

"We are all boys here. There is no need to be shy," I said. He moved his
hand.  I smiled. "You have no need to be shy at all.  You have a nice one,"
I said. Bobby had a solid seven incher. Sean's cock was six, thick inches.

"I've thought about this for years, but I don't know what to do," Sean
said. "I've heard about blowjobs, but I don't know if I could do that."

"I've never had enough nerve to do anything," Bobby added.

"Well, I done just about everything that can be done," I said. "I like it
all, but I don't want to push you guys into doing something you don't like
or aren't comfortable with."

"I think I would like it," Sean said.

"Thinking and doing aren't the same thing," I said. I dropped to my knees
and took Bobby's cock into my mouth. He moaned and ejaculated once, but was
able to hold off.  I deep throated him briefly and then switched to Sean's
cock.

Sean was hard and drooling. Both of them were on the edge of an orgasm. I
switched between the two of them whenever I thought they were too close.

I got up for a break. "It seems to me that you are okay with a blow job," I
observed.

"I sure am," Sean said.

Bobby just looked at me and then dropped to his knees. He looked intently
at my cock, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It touched the tip
of my cock head.  He tasted the precum and then he went for it. He was
uneasy at first, but he soon became enthusiastic. Bobby had a wide mouth as
well as what seemed to be a semi-detachable lower jaw. He had a future as a
cocksucker.

Sean was excited, but not excited enough to overcome his fears and suck
me. I told Bobby I needed a break. I was getting close to an orgasm and I
thought a mouthful of sperm might be too much for him.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked.

"I sure am," Bobby replied. "It was great."

"I loved what we did, but I'm not sure about doing it myself.  Do you think
I'm a wimp?" Sean asked.

"Everyone has their own likes and dislikes. Some people dive into the
ocean, other wade in and take their time. Some people are afraid of water
and never get in at all," I said. "It takes all types. There are no fixed
rules. Have you experimented sexually?"

"Looking at a cock and hoping I wouldn't get caught looking is all I have
done," Bobby said. "My family is really straight laced. We go to a Bible
College."

"I know about David and Jonathan," Sean said. "They said it wasn't gay, but
I didn't know what gay was." He paused.  "I know about masturbation."

"Have you figured out masturbation with another man is way better?" I
asked.

Sean laughed. "I think we have."  I told them I was tired.  They took the
hint and left.  I thought my introduction to blow jobs was a success, but
was enough for one night. I assumed I would run into them again.

The next day at the beach I spent wandering around, looking for Goodhue
Rance and his harem. Further down the beach. I saw Raoul and Lance with
other another older man. The man had Goodhue's air of ownership, but he was
older and better looking.  I recognized some of the men with him, but not
all.

I realized the same group would become noticeable after a while. Many of
the men on the beach were regulars who came several days a week. Most
seemed to like particular spots.  By moving around and shifting the people
in the gang, they could avoid being noticed.  It seemed there might be more
men involved in the scheme than I had suspected.

I returned to the place I had been at on the northern end of the beach near
my apartment. I rented an umbrella and settled down.  I saw Buster. He saw
me and came over.

"The guys thought you were a Hillbilly," he said. "Your accent sort of
reminded me of home. You remind me of Uncle Clem. He taller than you are,
but he has your look."

"Just about everybody is taller than me," I said. "I don't think guys are
attracted to my height."

"Well, you do have a big one," he said smiling. Buster was handsome and
looked very young when he smiled. "It's an attention getter."

"I can tell you work out; were you a jock in school?" I asked. He nodded.

"I was good at football, but not good enough," he said. "I thought it would
be easy to get a job here."

"Are you working now?" I asked. He looked frightened. "I'm not a cop, you
don't need to worry."

"I'm sort of working, just meeting guys.  This is my day off, but you never
really have a day off," he said. "When I meet a nice guy it is fine. Not
everyone is nice."

"You need to find a new job," I said. "I like sex too, but it's better as a
hobby than as a full-time job."

"I'm sort of trapped. I left home when my folks found out I liked men," he
explained. "I didn't do well in school except for football. My boss isn't
the understanding type. When I first met him, he was nice. He's good
looking and rich. I thought I had it made."

"Did you realized he had other men sharing his bed?"

"I knew that, but I thought he liked me more than the other guys.  It
lasted a month, and then he found someone new," he explained.  "Officially
I am a waiter at one of his restaurants. I like to fuck and get blow jobs."

"Do you bottom?"

"I can and I like it sometimes. I don't like it when they cum in me. I like
to pick and choose the guys who do that," he explained. "I had to take care
of four guys once. That wasn't fun at all."

"Was it a gangbang?"

He nodded. "Have you ever done that?"

"I sure have, but it was with pals. We were just pooling our resources and
trading our special sauce. It was good," I said. "Have you been fucked
non-professionally by a friend?"

"One of the chefs at the restaurant did me. Rex is an old guy like you.  He
was good," Buster said.

"Did he cum in you?"

"He did, but he asked first. I could feel him spurting in me," he answered.

As we talked, two men came over to us.  I looked up and saw it was Travis
and another man. Buster was half-hard.

"Are we interrupting something?" Travis asked.

"We are just chatting. Join us," I said.

"Nolen, this is an old friend of mine, Don," Travis said. Don was an
exceptionally fit older man. I introduced Buster. Don liked Buster and his
semi-erect cock.  Buster relaxed when he realized his cock was an
attraction. We talked for a while and then Don and Buster went off to the
water. When they went into the water, I talked with Travis.

"Is Buster a suspect?" he asked.

"If he is he is small fry. He seems to be unhappy and looking for an out,"
I said. "I have to check up on him, but I think he's just a kid with bad
judgment."

"He is a hunk. He looks old enough," Travis said.

"I think he's a country boy out of his depth," I said. "I assume he's more
of your type than I am."

"One part of you is my type," Travis said and then he blushed. "Oh my lord,
I shouldn't have said that aloud!"

I smiled.  "Are you uncomfortable being with another man in front of
Surfer?" I asked.

"You picked up on that?" he asked. "Normally, it's not a problem. When I
said I am a size queen, I meant it. I tend to lose control when I'm
skewered on a big one. Scruffy, well-hung men turn me on.  Surfer has never
seen me lose it.  It might be embarrassing."

"I suspect everyone has a sexual quirk that is both embarrassing and deeply
pleasurable.  I'm not sure it is that bad.  I don't mind quirks as long as
they aren't painful or nasty," I said. "Some things don't work for
me. Bondage does nothing for me. I like men who are willing to play. I
don't need to tie them up. I'm not into leather. That is just too much
stuff to take off before you get down to business."

"You aren't a romantic?"

"That is safe to say. I am into fun."

Buster and Don returned from their swim. Both men looked happy, really
happy. All three men went off, and I was alone again.  There was a new
group of men that afternoon.  It was a mixed bag of younger and older
men. Some were regulars and some who were obviously new to the beach. There
was always a slight sexual atmosphere, but it was rarely obvious or
overt. If the lifeguards and the Beach Patrol were occupied, there might be
a little sucking under the umbrellas and there was some feeling out under
water, but there was little more.

Late in the afternoon, two young men made a move on me. Perry and Dominic
were buffed beach bunnies, and while Dominic looked at my cock; Perry was
more into my gold accessories. Dominic was a slim muscular Brazilian. With
his hairy chest, he was a classic Latin otter. Perry was all twink. He
could have been a florist in training but he wasn't that macho.

This time I went into the surf with Dominic and Perry stayed at the
umbrella. Dominic's interest in me was not platonic. We had a little
playtime in the water. He was very excited and he added his contribution to
the ocean.  There were several ribbons of sperm floating in the surf when
we returned to the beach.

We talked for a while and then they went off. I had Perry's fingerprints on
my cell phone. I had dropped my wallet and Dominic picked it up. That gave
me both sets of prints.

I went to my apartment and call Juan to check up of the fingerprints I had
transmitted to him and asked about Buster. I had found out his last name,
Brown. With a name like Buster Brown, his parents had not done him any
favors.

An hour later I found out Buster had been a runaway child four years
earlier. He was sixteen then and the police had not taken it seriously. The
local police were aware of the family problems. He had no arrest records.

By contrast Perry was had a long set of arrests and one or two
convictions. Juan told me that when they say "round up the usual suspects,"
they were taking about Perry. Dominic had no records of any sort, including
the Immigration Service. He was not in the country legally.

"Since I have had two suspicious contacts, I was wondering if we could
attach an electric device to some of my gold jewelry at my apartment and
find out where they go should they be stolen?" I asked. "Some of it is
pretty hefty. They put little things in dogs, don't they?"

"I can check on that," Juan said. "Maybe we could get you more jewelry.  We
know they like gold and more gold might help."

"I don't know how they get in the houses," I said. "Is it breaking and
entering?"

"Only entering, apparently they get a key," Juan said.

"I will try to figure that out. It may be coincidental that two boys have
been checking out my personal stuff," I said. "It's one hell of a
coincidence if it is.  The group may have multiple teams of scouts."

"That would make it harder to identify the scouts," Juan said. "I guess it
is possible there are two gangs doing the same thing. Talk about
coincidences."

I went to a nearby restaurant for dinner. Walking back, I saw Perry in a
car in front of my building. That was a surprise, and then I realized
walking to a restaurant was a rarity in this area. He would not have
expected to have me walking down the sidewalk.

I called Juan and left message.  If I had been in Richmond, I would have an
operative at the lobby of my building and maybe someone at the delivery
entrance to see who was casing the place and how they get in the
building. I asked if there were any cameras.

At 7:30, I went for a stroll down the beach. Sunsets were better on the
Gulf coast of Florida, but it was pretty. The sky was unusually clear.  The
haze caused by heat and humidity had vanished.  It was still in the upper
eighties, but it was comfortable.

I saw Dominic with the older man I had seen with Raoul and Lance earlier in
the day. They came over to me. I was decked out in gold chains. I said
hello and the older man introduced himself as Ginger. I guessed he was in
his early sixties.

We made small talk. Ginger had a South Philly accent, and close up I
noticed some scars. They suggested fights rather than an accident.  I had
some scars myself.  I was surprised to see them, but when I talked with
Dominic, I noticed that Ginger glanced at my cock. I guessed that Dominic
had described my physical charms to Ginger and he wanted to see my cock in
person.

Sexual interests and fetishes are evenly distributed. I know people who
think that gays are all arty types and do not realize there are gay
rednecks. Gays can be bouncers, enforcers or crooks too. I scratched my
balls.

Ginger noticed immediately. He returned the gesture and stroked his
meat. Surfer drove by checking out the beach. He saw us.

"I live nearby, would you like to have a drink?" I asked.

 "If the drink is coffee or a Coke I am fine," Ginger said. "I'm on the
wagon."

"That is no problem at all," I answered.  Dominic said he had a
date. Ginger told him to take his car and that he would take a taxi home.

Ginger and I walked to my apartment.

Ginger and I were naked in seconds. He outweighed me by 100 pounds or more,
but I had dealt with that problem many times before. It was not a problem.
Ginger was a closet size queen. He has sent Dominic away because he didn't
want to be seen taking a cock. His pals all thought he was 100% top.

When he was sucking me, I held his head.  There was a depression on the
backside of his head. The wound would have required a long stay in the
hospital. I later found out he had been the muscle for big time underworld
types. He had suffered brain injury in a fight and lost his edge. That was
why he was working for a pimp.  He looked scary, but he wasn't fast enough
for a real fight.

He wasn't paid much but he had free access to the boys and it gave him
something to do. Some of them thought he was a father type.  Goodhue Rance
was a difficult and nasty type.  He entrapped the boys and had them under
his control. Ginger wasn't nasty, he just had no problem beating up guys.
It was just business for him. If he got paid well, he was happy.

As professional muscle, Ginger was all attitude. The second my cock head
touched his hole, the attitude vanished.  Once my knob touched his
prostate, Ginger turned into jelly. He lost it. He seemed to zone out in a
sexual haze. His cock stayed hard and drooled. Every time I made a hard
thrust, his cock spurted extra precum.

He also opened wide, but when I went deep, he tightened up and grabbed my
cock as I pulled out. That was good. I pulled out and let him catch his
breath.  I rolled him over and did him doggie style and then rolled him
again and did him spread eagled.  He liked it all. I liked him on his back,
I could play with his cock as I fucked him.

It may sound odd, but I could feel his ass change as I fucked. At first, he
gripped my cock.  Eventually his sphincter began to caress my cock. It
almost kissed my cock. It soon felt as if he had a prehensile ass.  It
seemed as if he was out of it, but he rotated his ass to get my cock into
the hard to reach places. He shivered when I hit a good spot.

We had been at it for an hour when his ass contracted and squeezed my
cock. That pulled my trigger and he spurted at the same time. We alternated
ejaculations. It felt as if my spurts triggered his volleys.

When he left the apartment, he asked me not to tell anyone about it. I told
him I liked it too, and that I didn't kiss and tell.

"Could we do this again?" he asked. I said yes.

I called Juan the next morning. I told him I had made contact with
Ginger. He knew of Ginger and told me that Ginger was not the brains of the
operation. "Brains are not his strong suit. He is most probably a proxy for
the leader. I suspect he's more of a baby sitter than a leader of men."

It was Saturday, but there were thunderstorms in the morning, so I slept
late. The weather reports said there was a line of storms coming though in
the morning and there would probably be on in the later afternoon.  From my
balcony, I would see the beach was empty.

I had a call from Bobby who asked if he could come by. He wanted to talk. I
was afraid he was feeling guilty about his sexual inclinations did not want
to talk to him, but I couldn't figure out a way to say no without seeming
like a jerk. He was nearby and I told him to come over. Bobby was with a
friend, his best friend Jody.

Bobby wasn't guilty, he was at ease with his sexual tastes, and seemed to
feel the urges of a born again gay man.  He had told Jody about his
experiences and had found a convert. Jody was a slightly overweight bear
cub. He looked older than Bobby and Sean, but that may have been because of
his beard. He had the ill kept look of a computer nerd.

Like computer nerds everywhere, he had a cyber-sex life, but no real
experiences.  He was shy and socially inept. He had watched sex on line,
but never done it. He worked as a computer repair technician and had been
visiting Bobby for the weekend.

We talked for a while. Jody wanted to know how you could tell if a guy
wanted to have sex. I told him most guys want to have sex; the problem was
finding men who wanted to sex with you in particular. Bobby went to the
bathroom, and came back naked and hard. That got thing rolling.

"Could I watch you do it?" Jody asked.

"You can watch if you want, but you need to be naked," I said. "Are you
okay with that?" He nodded and we stripped.

Jody looked had the body of a middle aged man, due to the extra weight. He
had a full stand of body hair front and back. Fortunately, he had a young
man's erection and a good, uncut cock. I was semi hard.  When he saw my
cock, he smiled and was rock hard seconds later.

Sexually, he was an untried thoroughbred just waiting for the starting
gun. He has seen it all on line and wanted to try it. It was complicated at
first because both men were hot to trot, so we went to my bedroom where the
king size bed was big enough for all three of us.

We formed a mini-daisy chain. I sucked Bobby, Jody sucked me and Bobby
sucked Jody. That worked well. We switched and I sucked Jody and Bobby
worked on me.  Jody's cock was a mouthful.  He moaned as I licked his
knob. When he began to suck Bobby, he began to ooze precum. I am no
fool. Bobby and Jody were in love.  That love had been platonic and had
just turned sexual.

As with Ginger the night before, you can have a poker face but if your cock
is involved, all your cards are on the table. Naked men can't hide
anything. Once Jody broke through the shyness, he was enthusiastic and
eager.

We sucked each other in every possible combination. Jody shot off and I
took his load. He was still hard afterward and ready to do it again. When I
stopped sucking, Bobby sucked him and cleaned up the post orgasmic drool.