Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2019 21:31:27 -0500
From: Bob <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Catfish Has a New Friend 6

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The new attack and murders changed the situation. Jack thought that our
assumptions were wrong. The murderous group in Richmond, perhaps wasn't the
top of the extremist pyramid. They might have been the agents of another
group, a group that was trying to achieve total control of the extremist
underground. Perhaps someone was trying to unite the groups into a national
organization.

The Richmond attack was a disaster for the members of the group most of
whom were now in jail or dead. It seemed to me that unless it had been
planned as a suicide mission, it was a failure. Was there someone who had
better organizational skills and real military training who wanted to do it
right?

It was also possible that it was simply an ego driven maniac on an ego
trip. That kind of a person tends to purge his underlings after he achieves
his goal.  The people who help you achieve your goal are not often useful
when you are in power. Some might believe your bullshit. They didn't know
this was an ego trip, not a manifesto driven rise to power. If that was the
case, the leader was purging prematurely. Whoever this man was, he was not
in power yet.

This also could have been just a warning shot, letting his followers know
they needed to toe the line. That did not make much sense to me but making
sense it not a high priority in fringe groups. Ascot had been living in
another world.

I figured this would be hard on Smitty. His brother was abusive and nasty,
but he was his brother. I didn't know if Smitty realized what his brother
was. Bristol is not a huge place and the police knew Smitty and knew the
possibility that he was involved in his brother's death was minimal. He had
been with Toby and me. We could give him an alibi.

Toby was highly respected. Officially he was the shop teacher. Unofficially
he was the salvation of boys with problems. He could redirect them to more
productive paths and was genuinely interested in their success. He was the
father many boys lacked. Toby was helpful, supportive and kind. Smitty was
regarded as one of his most unlikely successes.

Years earlier I had been involved with a major bombing in Richmond. It was
directed at a Women's clinic and a Right to Life group. It hit a synagogue
and housing for the elderly.  Apparently, Jewish and old people do not have
the Right to Life.  It struck me that the bombers were more into bombing
than they were in good aim. If you like violence, the violence is more
important than the cause.

My computer geeks were offended by the second massacre. They had missed
something, and they were on the trial of whomever killed Ascot and his
pathetic followers. Smitty knew stuff, but he didn't know what was
important and what was useless. He remembered names of his brother's
visitors. I sent them to my office to see if any were known.

I stayed in Bristol with Toby and Smitty. Smitty needed protection in case
the killers liked to take care of loose ends.  The police were overstrained
with the mass killings. There was a funeral to plan and Smitty needed a new
place to live. He stayed in my room at the motel.

Smitty had two friends who came by to see him. They were nice guys, Tommy
and Davey worked on the town crew.

My gayar was fully functioning and I knew these relationships were not
entirely platonic. Smitty liked me, but he loved my cock and he seemed to
think it was a trophy. He said he had told Tommy and Davey about it and
asked if I would show it to them. I am a good sport and usually either
horny or going to be horny. I said yes, if they would show me their cocks.

That was agreeable and we all stripped. Since Tommy and Davey did heavy
labor, they were muscular and in good shape. I asked if they were
playful. The whispered together, and said they liked to play, but they
thought I might be too big.

I gave them my usual line that I never shoved into places it wasn't
welcome. Tommy and Davey shared my cock. There was room for two.  Smitty
looked happy.  He had been a successful matchmaker. We traded positions and
I sucked them. That improved the atmosphere in the room greatly.  I think
they were used to being taken advantage of. Usually they sucked a guy off
and he left after the orgasm.

I took Davey's load. He was fully loaded, and he was happy. I asked him how
many times he could shoot off. "Tommy and I can do it three or four times a
night," he said.

"Well, we are going to have a good time," I said with a smile.  Tommy was
with Smitty and they were fucking.

"We sometimes do it train style," Smitty said. "Would you like to join in?"

"Am I at the front of the train?" I asked.

"I think I can take it," Smitty said. "You can be in the middle."

I lubricated his ass and worked the lube into him. He was in Davey and
Tommy popped into my ass. I took my time entering Smitty. I gave his
prostate a workout before I went deep and then did slow, deep strokes. I
told him to let me know if it was a problem.

Smitty emulated my pace as he fucked Davey. Tommy's cock wasn't that long,
but it reached my prostate with no problem. After a little while we broke
apart, and Davey visited my ass. He took his time.

"Ascot's friends used to fuck me, but it wasn't nice like you," Smitty
said. "Is that what it's supposed to be?"

"Well it's definitely supposed to be good for both of you. Sex isn't a
one-way street," I said.

"Am I doing okay?" Davey asked.

"You're doing just fine," I said.

"Are you going to shoot off?" he asked.

"I will eventually, but sometimes it is nice to take your time and just
enjoy another man's ass," I said. "I like sex play with men, I bet you
guessed that."

Davey laughed. "Smitty had a big problem with a guy the called General
Blue. He was a real jerk," he said.

"I had almost forgotten about him. He talked a lot, but he got mad at Ascot
big time," Smitty said. "Ascot said he thought he was a new Jesus come back
to life. I don't think Jesus hurt people.  He hurt me when he fucked me."

I assumed General Blue was an alias, but that would give my nerds a new
lead. Davey shot off and pulled out.  "I'm sorry, I lost control," he said.

"That happens to all of us sometimes," I said.

"Would you let me cum in you?" Smitty asked. "Ascot said no one would take
my cum.  They might catch being stupid."

"Do you think you would like to use Davey's cum as lube?" I asked. "Guys
tell me a friend's cum is the best lubricant.  You could churn it up and
add your own." Smitty liked that and he slipped into my ass
effortlessly. He glowed with pleasure.

"What did this General Blue look like?" I asked.

"He wasn't that big but had big sideburns and a huge mustache that touched
the sideburns. He looked like a guy you see in westerns. He wore a shirt
that had those swastca things on them," he said as he continued to thrust
into my ass.

"Swastika?" I asked.

"Yes, that's it. He had a motto, New World, New Order, on his shirt," he
said. "Am it doing this right?"

"You are doing this just right. It feels great," I said. I was doing well,
but I realized that finding a clue while being fucked was a turn on for
me. I wondered if I had been a detective too long.

Smitty began to shoot off I my ass. I began to shoot. Tommy and Davey
flanked me and licked my cum as I shot off. I figured I had been a
detective for just about the right time. Life was good. We sat and talked,
mixing conversation with licking up post orgasmic drool. They weren't used
to mutually pleasurable sex and liked it when I took their drool.  Davey
and Tommy took Smitty to have dinner at Tommy's house.  His mother was a
good cook.

I stayed at the motel and called my office with the General Blue
information. I told them that he seemed to like rough gay sex, so there
might be a record. I then called Karl who was back in West Virginia and
gave him the same information.

Around eight I had a visitor. Charles was an insurance salesman who had
gone to school with Smitty and offered to help him with probate and
financial things. He had some documents for Smitty to sign. I said I would
give them to him and have him call if he had any questions.

"Smitty doesn't have questions. He just accepts what he is given," Charles
said.

"His life is going to change greatly without his brother," I observed.

"People here like him. He was dealt a poor hand with his folks and
especially his brother. Some people here are protective of him.  I think it
will be okay," Charles said. "Ascot spent his life telling Smitty he was
retarded. Smitty has an IQ in the average range. It is on the lower part of
the average range, but not even close to being serious. His brother was the
problem."

"What was his brother like?" I asked. "I only met him once and he didn't
impress."

"If he wanted something from you, he was the nicest man you had ever
met. If you were of no use, you were a single cell organism living at the
bottom of the pond," Charles explained. "His attitude towards you could
turn on a dime. I guess you can tell we weren't close?"

"He seems to have had some extreme political views," I remarked.

"He had no political views at all. It was all about him. He was the
superman, everyone else was vastly inferior except for the select few who
idolized him," Charles said. "He was a great man on the model of Hitler,
Stalin, Atilla the Hun or any delusional psychopath."

"Apparently he associated with a rough crowd," I remarked.

"He had visitors. Most of them were strange. They seemed to like
semi-military gear or leather accessories. They seemed to sport odd facial
hair and hairdos. There was on Buffalo Bill type with flowing locks and a
goatee," Charles said. "Ascot used Smitty as a sexual party favor for these
guys. Smitty told me he didn't like that, but he did what he was told to
do. Ascot told him that he was the only one who could protect him. It was
sick."

Smitty came back from dinner and was pleased to see Charles. Charles went
over the documents in detail. Smitty asked sensible questions, so he
clearly understood complicated legal documents. After he signed them, we
chatted.

"I told Charley about you, and your cock," Smitty said. "Charley said he
was a size queen."

"Smitty, I think that was private information meant only for you," Charles
said.

Smitty apologized, "I thought you might like a look.  I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, I'm not much into lookers," I said and then smiled. "I do
like willing size queens."

"I don't think of myself as a size queen," Charles said. "I do like them
big. Is that the same as being a size queen?"

"Well, it sure is a start!" I said. Charles laughed.

Charles, Smitty and I had a good time. I was longer and thicker than anyone
who had fucked Charles before. Charles said I rang a few chimes he hadn't
realized existed. He liked being double teamed with me fucking him as
Smitty sucked him. I was the new boy on the block, but he didn't ignore
Smitty.  Eventually, Smitty fucked me as I continued to fuck Charles. That
did the trick for the three of us.

Charles was a smart man and he had gone over Ascot's financial records for
the local police. It seems that Ascot's killers would have been wise to
take the records and skip killing Ascot. The bills and purchase orders
exposed thirty to forty dealers in illegal firearms. He also found numbered
offshore accounts for Ascot and some of his associates in other
states. Remarkably, Ascot had annotated the numbers with the names of the
account owners.  Charles turned these over to the ATF and FBI.

While many of his pals had fake names, they had real phone numbers and
addresses. Most of the extremist groups were on the East Coast and in the
mountain areas of West Virginia and Tennessee.  There were some on the west
Coast. He was nice enough to give me a copy that I e-mailed to my office. I
asked them to send it onto my banking friend Templeton. Numbered accounts
interested him.

My usefulness in Bristol was limited so Smitty drove me back to Richmond
the next day. He was going to stay at my apartment for a few days until the
funeral and the dust settled in Bristol. When I say dust, I was hoping for
arrests. Sparky and Roddy were already living at my place, so they could
keep Smitty company. They were much closer to him in age.

Since we all shared the same sexual interests, I thought they might connect
and give Smitty a lesson in normal gay sex. Smitty hit it off immediately
with Sparky and Roddy. They were accommodating men.

Smitty was experienced sexually, but it had been rough and borderline S &
M. He discovered friendly sex with me and my friends. Both Sparky and Roddy
opened their asses for him. He stayed in Sparky's bedroom and he liked
Sparky's all-night sucking sessions.

Templeton came over Friday night and told me of his discoveries in the
world of suspect banking. The big surprise was that General Blue's accounts
had multiple deposits from Russia by way of banks in Cyprus. That was
entirely unexpected and set alarms in the CIA and the FBI. The
ultra-patriotic General Blue was financed by foreigners.

That may have explained the attacks on right-wing groups.  I assumed it was
a turf battle between groups. I assumed the two targeted groups were
"All-American," afflicting the usual groups, Blacks, Jews, Immigrants and
Gays. They may not have been involved with Russian efforts at world
domination. Russians were not known for subtlety. The killings were a
direct approach to control.

Templeton tended to share my sexual interests.  He met Smitty and already
knew Sparky and Roddy. He stayed for dinner and there was mutual
admiration. The boys had never met anyone like him. Templeton was handsome,
well dressed and well educated. He also was outgoing and interested in
them. He knew that if they were in my apartment, they were gay.  He had a
good time talking with them.

Smitty asked Templeton if he liked sex with guys. He said he did, but he
liked the recreational interludes of sex. He was into sex as fun. "I'm not
looking for love. I love getting aroused and as hard as I can get for a
long as I can before I pop," he explained. "I admit when my cum leaves my
balls and races up my cock, I can get a bit affectionate. I love it when my
playmate sucks up my load, or feels it spurting into his ass."

"Do you take it in the ass?" Smitty asked.

"I sure do," Templeton replied. "To be strictly truthful, taking a new cock
for the first time is always a thrill. Sometimes, it the same old, same
old, but other times it a new adventure."

"I hated my brother's pals when they fucked me. I have buddies I'm known
for years who are nice. Catfish is the first stranger who did me good. I
fucked him first. That was good too," Smitty asked. "Do you have a big
one?" Templeton nodded.

When Templeton wasn't working, he was usually ready for sex. Smitty,
Sparky, Roddy and I were always ready for, so we connected. Templeton
connected with Smitty first. Since he knew Smitty had been abused by his
brother's friends, Templeton bottomed.  Templeton preferred the top. I knew
he came close to having a prehensile ass and knew how to get the top's cock
into just the right place.

He later said that Smitty didn't fuck, he gave you a rectal massage with
regular lubrications. Smitty' s balls seemed to produce unlimited homemade
lube. This attractive feature combined with Templeton's ass's firm response
to penetration was a success.  Smitty was soon mellow, yet excited and soon
shot off. About a half hour later Smitty opened his ass for
Templeton. Templeton had a post graduate degree in the anal arts.

I was with Sparky and Roddy. I was tenderizing Roddy's sphincter as Sparky
used my prostate as a punching bag. Double teaming can be confusing, but
Sparky's thrusts seemed to ease me past Roddy's sphincter. Roddy popped as
Sparky gave me a hard thrust. We broke apart.

Smitty was still erect even after his orgasm and he took Sparky's place in
my ass. Sparky got on his back, put his legs on my shoulder and invited me
into his ass. He was tight but receptive. The three of us seemed to have
good stamina so we went at it for fifteen or twenty minutes. Roddy was
sucking Templeton. I was a good night.

The next day I had a call from Bristol's Chief of Police. He was known as
Big Ben, and was half man, half Bulldozer. He wanted to talk to me before
he talked with Smitty. "We are thinking that the funeral is a bad
idea. Something private a lot later would be good. The FBI says the group
that killed Ascot has a taste for bombs, and that could cause a mass
casualty event," he explained. "You know about bombs, and I think you could
explain it to him better than I can."  I told him that made sense to me.

"There is another problem. Ascot like hiding things. That included
information, guns, grenades and explosives. A trooper discovered this and
to make a long story short, they had all but destroyed his house. he will
get full restitution for the damage, but they are still afraid some bombs
have been missed. He shouldn't live in the place. It's too dangerous.
Things are hidden all over the property."