Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2019 10:33:16 -0500
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Catfish Sort of Retires 1

Catfish Sort of Retires 1
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
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I knew my usefulness to the firm was diminishing and I has smart, driven
employees who had showed their stuff and it was time for them to take the
limelight. Catfish & Company was well established and had good clients. I
thought it would be best if I retired and we had an official transfer of
ownership. I wanted my older clients to get used to my new people. We
became an employee owned corporation. That rewarded my best people, the
field guys, the geeks and the administrators.

I decided to move out of the upstairs and live on one level. We needed a
bigger office, so I sold the building. My building was in a marginal area
when I bought it.  The district had turned stylish and it was worth a
bundle. I worked hard and never paid much attention to financial
matters. My business manager took care of that. Betty was a middle-aged
lady who remembered every dollar I spent. I had an IRA and she invested my
money with Templeton. Officially I looked at my balance sheet once a year,
but that always occurred during a big case, I barely noticed what she said.

It turned out that I was a wealthy man. I had never spent much, and my
investments grew over 30 years. I bought an apartment in Richmond
overlooking the James and part of a river house with Templeton on the
Chesapeake Bay. It was his family's river house, so I bought Templeton's
sister's part of the cottage. I tended to go there during the week and he
was there on weekends.

This house was between two properties. To the north was Carlton Hill, a
large, 19th century plantation house owned by someone named Strauss from
New York who visited the house twice a year.  To the south was Good Luck
Farm. It was a working farm, with some cattle and a garden that produced
produce for Washington and Baltimore.  The owners were an elderly couple in
a Retirement Community; their son, Thaddeus Schmitt ran the 1,500-acre
farm.

Thaddeus was married with four sons. His wife was frazzled, his sons were
what my mother would call a handful. Thaddeus was a gentleman farmer.

The Strauss family had a live-in caretaker, Juan. The place was on 500
acres so there was always work to be done. Juan had a staff of Mexicans,
most of whom came from Juan's home town.

My river house was built on a small 150-acre lot in the early 1920s so
there was always work to be done too. Templeton's mother had a formal
garden that was over grown. I have a warm spot for pruning, so after a
year, it was looking much better. The house had a secluded pool with a
beautiful view of the bay. I liked sitting by the pool and watching boats
go by. After a short while I recognized the regular Bay traffic of motor
and sailboats. The house had a caretaker's cottage near the road. I rented
it to some of Juan's workers. They kept the place in good repair.

My life was restful. I had thought I would miss the excitement of my job,
but I think I underestimated how tired I was. I also had pretended that
missing a leg was not a problem. It wasn't exactly a problem, but everyday
tasks took quite a bit of effort.

There were problems at Good Luck Farm. The oldest son was kicked out of
college his second year. The kids were wild, but it was a lot easier to be
wild on a 1,500-acre farm in the middle no nowhere, than in the close
quarters of a college. I met Thad Jr. several times and he was an
impressively self-confident, ignorant kid. He had lots of attitude,
unrelated to any achievements or skills.

His mother, Julia, came to see me and asked if I needed any chores to be
done. Her son wouldn't do anything for her or for his father. I had gone as
far as I could with the garden, so I said I would hire him to do the heavy
work. I felt sorry for her.

Thad Jr.  had been on his private school's football team and was big guy. I
heard that he tended to be a bully, but bullies are one of my
specialties. I had a few lucky breaks with Thad.  He was relieved to be
away for home for part of the day, and relieved from his father's constant
nagging. I was better than his father. I think he had planned to hide
behind bushes after I gave him his daily tasks. I am hands on guy, so I was
working with him, so he didn't have the chance to do nothing.

He came with a back pack with a supply of pills and weed. When he turned
his back, I threw them out. He said he was missing some things. I told him
they were gone, and I thought the local Sheriff might be interested if he
found them. I recognized some of the marks on the pills. I told him I was
surprised there were available in this area and wondered if the state
police might be interested. Thad wasn't the brightest bulb in the hardware
store, but he got the message.

I was also willing to listen to him. Thad talked non-stop, mostly
complaining about how unfair life was to him. He liked to drive fast cars
and felt the police were unfair to him by fining him for speeding. When he
cheated on a test, the professor was unfair by catching him.  Thad was
unaware that his view of life was warped. He helped me out for a few months
and then went to Ohio to live with his Uncle. When he left, at least he had
a sense of what physical work was like.

I can sort of drive, but my car isn't fitted for a one-legged driver. I
have a lot of friends who like to drive me to the river as well as
Templeton who usually comes every weekend in the summer. My pals usually
stay a day or two enjoying the Bay and sex. I tend to be sexually generous.

Sometimes I just stay the weekend, but I like longer stays. Templeton left
me well provisioned and I putter around. The garden requires constant
effort, and I discovered an interest in birds. The Bay is rich in birds and
they are fun to watch. When there are no cars at the house, the locals
assume the house is empty, and I sometimes couples making out on the long
driveway, out of sight from the main road.

During a hot spell, I saw two men skinny dipping in my pool. It is secluded
and surrounded by a hedge. It took me a little time to see they were the
men who were living in the tenant house, Julio and Raoul. They were good
tenants, obsessively neat and quiet. I didn't want to bother them, but
somehow, I tend to be attracted to naked men. I went out to say hello. They
looked embarrassed, but I dropped my shorts and got in the pool with them.

The atmosphere changed dramatically. I realized they liked what they
saw. The younger man, Raoul, got hard. Julio was semi-erect. While I was
used to being undercover and hiding my feelings, hiding sexual excitement
when I am naked is hard. My cock had no future as an undercover operative.

I also know that my erect cock does not diminish my sexual appeal. Several
guys have told me my cock is my only sexual appeal. I stroked my cock,
pulling back my foreskin to expose my cock head. Raoul politely licked my
cock head before he tried to deep throat me.

I had noticed that using the word Latino to describe a person about the
same as saying he or she is a New Yorker. Latinos from Mexico can be mostly
Spanish, mostly Indian, or mostly something else. Julio was a hairy
combination of Spanish and Italian.  Raoul was smooth and mostly
Indian. Both men were muscular and bigger than me.

I was sitting on the edge of the pool as Raoul sucked me. Julio was next to
me, so I leaned over and sucked him. That was a good move on my part. They
were lovers and Julio felt left out. If his creamy flow of precum was any
indicator, Julio was now included and happy. We had a good time by the
pool. I took Julio's cum and then kissed Raoul. That pleased both men. I
told them to come by again when I was there.

I later found out that as gay Mexican men, their sexual experience with
American men had been sucking them off. When I sucked Julio and took his
load it was new and exciting. It takes two to have sex and I feel pleasure
when the man I am with feels pleasure.

I noticed that Julio and Raoul came by when the temperature was in the
upper eighties or higher. The cottage wasn't air conditioned, so I
understood. Raoul bottomed for Julio. Eventually, I took Raoul's cock. He
was a top-of-the-line fucker, vigorous but not wild. Apparently, the choice
of top or bottom was status and age related, not a personal choice. The
older man fucked the younger man. My sex life on the Bay was quieter than
in Richmond. I told myself that I was just keeping my sexual equipment in
good working condition with periodic use when I played with them.

On our trips to and from the Bay, Templeton told me about the Schmitt
family. He grew up with the three Schmitt boys as his summer
playmates. Thaddeus was old oldest, serious and responsible. John was the
smart one. He had one son Andy who had problems according to Templeton. The
third son was Ralph who was the nicest of the boys and Templeton's best
friend. They discovered sex together. "We thought we invented it. We were
clever and figured out most of it on our own," he explained. "Ralph left
when his father found out about his sexual preferences."

Thad wanted bigger things than a good view of the Bay and he went off to
his Uncle. When he left, Thaddeus got his other nephew, Andy, in
return. Andy was in his mid-20s, brawny and affable. Julia, his aunt, told
me he had a difficult birth. He could read and do simple arithmetic, but
that was the extent of his academic achievement. They hoped he would like
farm work. That didn't happen. A large mechanized industrial farm was not
his thing. He was unhappy.

Julia liked Andy and discovered that he liked flowers. Their farm gardens
were strictly utilitarian, so she came to me to see if he could help me
with my garden. I said yes, but I had some misgiving after my experience
with her son. It took me a good ten or fifteen minutes to realize Andy was
affable and willing to learn. Everything I know about gardening I learned
for my Mother and my Aunts. It was spring, and Julia drove me to a nursery
and we bought plants and seeds. Andy was strong and had no problem loading
the plants into her truck. He also helped several other ladies.

I saw the owner of the nursery looking at him. Their own employee was
massively tattooed and provided service with a snarl. Julia and I both
noticed that and saw a potential employment opportunity. Soon Andy worked
for me from Monday to Wednesday and the nursery on the weekends.

We planted and started the seeds. Plants are the ultimate cheap
thrill. Even inexpensive plants can produce spectacular blooms for
months. Andy was careful and patient. He loved the results. Templeton loved
them too. The garden was returning to the way it looked when his
grandmother was alive. He also mentioned that Virginia was noted for fine
gardens, and there were scores of wealthy persons who were looking for
skilled gardeners.

Andy came by one late summer afternoon and found me in the pool with Julio
and Raoul. We were nude; he stripped and joined us. Andy was good looking
and he had a seven-inch friend maker dangling between his legs. He also
knew what it was for.  Andy later told me he had been at a boarding school
and had some fun friends there and they played some secret games. I had a
feeling that one or two of his friends were experienced. One of his friends
he called referred to as daddy; I wondered if he was a teacher, or a staff
member.

Andy was big, gentle and playful. He knew all about lubricant, and all the
ways to get a cock down your throat or in your ass. He also thought a load
of cum down your throat or up your ass was the grand prize. His cock tended
to divert attention from his oversized and productive balls. Multiple
orgasms were no problem for him.

When Andy was fucking me, Julio took a trip up Andy's ass. I was worried
that was too much, but Andy was delighted. He said being fucked while he
fucked was a good new trick. He eventually got Julio to take Raoul's
cock. Julio was uneasy about getting fucked, but Raoul was a perfect fit. A
month later, Andy moved in with Julio and Raoul.  Andy called Julio Daddy
and Julio called him son. Raoul was getting older, but Andy wouldn't get
mentally older. I could tell that Julio loved being the dad and he was
protective and affectionate.  That was a step towards independence for Andy
and was good for him.

All was well on the Bay, until there were a series of fires starting in
January. All were arson. At first, they involved abandoned buildings such
as barns and sheds.  They progressed to houses that were empty for the
season. In March, an occupied house was burned. The progression was
obvious, and all the signs of a serial arsonist were present.

There were some oddities. Arsonists often tend to increase the scale of the
burned buildings over time. Two months is a very short time to progress
from an abandoned barn to an inhabited house. Fires excite arsonist, not
burning bodies. Some of these fires were at properties that were for
sale. However, these had not been advertised. Someone had a connection to
realtors or real estate was involved.

I suggested to Templeton that it might be good if I spent more time at the
house on the bay. The fires were all near our house. When I looked at a
map, I saw that Carlton Hill and Good Luck Farm occupied over 2,000 acres
of undeveloped Bayfront land. Small lots on the bay went for $100,000.00
plus and the plus could be substantial.

The tenant house was on the entrance drive to my house, but my neighbors
were the only houses on properties. Our side of the bay was on low
bluffs. This slightly complicated getting to the Bay but gave houses superb
views and safety from big storms. That would add to the value of the
property.

The situation deteriorated when Juan was mugged. One of my specialties in
Richmond was catching muggers. Cities have a lot of pedestrian traffic and
are a mugger's paradise. Mugging the only full-time resident of a 500-acre
property was unlikely to be a chance encounter. Poachers were a
possibility, but they were more likely to run away than attack a man.

I met with the West Bay County Sheriff. Sheriff Tucker wasn't FBI material
or going to give Sherlock Holmes a run for his money, but he was no
fool. The county's crimes were usually committed by long term, resident
trailer-trash, or a drunken youths who had the keys to the family house on
the beach.

The situation deteriorated when Thaddeus was killed in a hit-and-run
accident. The accident was on the long drive to his house. Tucker didn't
believe it was an accident for a minute. "How could a man go fast enough on
a gravel driveway and kill a man by accident?" he asked.

Templeton's family had owned the house for a century and was considered to
be a local. He called the realtors and asked if anyone had been looking for
large properties in the area. There had been only one, the Action
Development Group. That group did not exist. They gave a name, phone number
and e-mail address to the realtors. The name, phone number and e-mail
address existed for only a month.

I called my old office and asked for a favor. Secret numbers and addresses
were a special interest of the computer guys. It might take a while, but
they would find something.

Thaddeus's death was bad for Good Luck Farm. He wasn't a business genius,
but he had been competent. Julia and Thad had no business abilities. The
black sheep brother in the group, Ralph, came to the funeral. He had left
the area after a fight and hadn't been back. Templeton told me Ralph was
gay, and that did not suit his father. Ralph bought a farm in the mid-west
with trust fund money from his grand-parents. He had just sold a farm in
the Midwest for a bundle. Julia and her sons liked Ralph and he offered to
help.

My other neighbor, Belmont Strauss came to the funeral from New York with
his daughter Alex. Alex was in the middle of a bad divorce and was going to
move into the mansion with her children.

Several days after the funeral, Ralph came by my place to introduce himself
and I gave him the full story off recent events. He appreciated my work
with Andy, and the low down about the arson attacks as well as the
mugging. Ralph wasn't intimidated. Thaddeus had corresponded with him
regularly, so they were still friends. Ralph told me he had talked to
Templeton. "He mentioned you in flattering terms. He said we share some
common interests." Ralph scratched his balls just I case I didn't get his
meaning.

"Did he mention my dapper good looks and man-of-the-world approach to
life?" I asked.

"He might have mentioned that obliquely," Ralph said. "He also mentioned
that sometimes you help a man in need."

"Let me guess. You're afraid that you might explode if you don't get naked
with another man and go at it?" I suggested. Ralph laughed.

We went to my room and stripped. Ralph was a ginger bear, bald, bearded and
covered with curly red hair. His cock head was lavender and contrasted with
the rest of his copper and pink body. I sat on a chair and sucked him until
he was fully erect. He must have been oozing as we talked. I tasted precum
on his cock when I sucked him. New precum flowed as soon as my tongue
touched the lavender organ.

"Andy told me he had some new friends. I assume you are one of them?" he
asked.

"I would be pleased if the thinks I am a friend," I said.

"Damn, I want your cock in my ass," he said. "Andy said you are a good
top."

Ralph was a man who plans ahead; his ass was already lubricated. He asked
me to go slow, but I hit the right place on the dark side of his
sphincter. It was tight, but the rest of his fuck tunnel was warm, juicy
and welcoming. He told me his partner of 20 years had died six months
earlier. I was in him for a good half hour and was begging me to breed him
for five minutes before he and I shot off.

We had a nice post-orgasmic talk. He had discovered Andy's sexual interest
several years before. Andy had discovered sex at his school. "His technique
needed some polishing, so I gave him some lessons. He was a bit too overt
about his interests. I didn't want him to get in trouble."

"Your lessons paid off. He is the perfect gentleman," I told him

He also told me about his niece, Alex's problems. "Her soon to be ex seems
to lack any fatherly instincts. She is moving here to have a better
explanation to tell the girls why he doesn't visit the girls. She's forty.
Her ex is dating a 21-year-old chorus girl."

"I'll be running her place too. Juan was badly hurt. It will take him some
time to recover," he explained. "Most of the staff are his family. They are
very loyal. Julio is Juan's cousin. His brother was a wrestler in
Mexico. He's joining the staff with a son and a cousin. They will provide
some muscle. Juan wouldn't let Alex and her three girls live alone in that
secluded house. If the mugger tries again, he will be taken care of."

"The Sheriff has patrols checking the place," I said.

"I think Juan mentioned something like, "Don't worry, if someone tries
something, no one will ever find the body. Oddly, I felt reassured," Ralph
said.

Alex moved in a week later. The girls were in a local prep school. Julio's
brother, Gustavo and his friends were in a newly placed double-wide near
the entrance drive.

I went over with Templeton to introduce myself. Alex knew I was a detective
and asked me about the situation. I explained what had happened and what
precautions I had taken. She warmed up when she asked me some questions and
I knew the answers.

As I left her oldest daughter, Amy, ran up to me. "Mr. Catfish, I think I
found a clue," she said. "Look here. I was looking up this area on the web,
and I found this." She had a laptop and showed me a treasure hunting web
site. It had a list of the least well-known sites for buried
treasure. Number fifteen was a site for Blackbeard's Chesapeake
Treasure. It suggested that Blackbeard had buried his treasure on the
mainland, not on an island. There were some stock photos of Bluebeard, and
a Google Earth photograph of our farms.

"I think that is a clue," I said.

"It's possibly a coincidence, but it is our farm," she said.

"It could be a coincidence, but it would be a big one if it is," I
observed. "I have some computer people who might be able to trace the owner
of the web site. Can I get copy of it?"

"I can search the web myself," she replied.

"I don't think I would like you to do something that can be traced back to
you," I said. "Whoever is involved is violent. Violence is usually the last
resort. Here someone mugged Julio and may have killed a man," I explained.

"If you give me your e-mail, I can send it directly to you. Could they
trace your office?" she asked.

"It hasn't happened yet. My computer geeks are way into security," I
said. I gave her the address. I also gave her my e-mail. I stopped by to
see Gustavo. I asked about Juan's recovery. Juan had a fractured skull, so
it would take time. Gustavo's right hand man was a nephew, Bronco. He loved
hunting and trapping. He liked to sleep all day and prowl all
night. Bronco's sister had been attacked by a gang member in Mexico. That
sort of thing would never happen again to a girl if Bronco was near.

My crew back at the office found some names and I gave them to the
Sheriff. He transmitted them to the State Police. Unexpectedly the treasure
web site was quite useful. It appeared to be a hobbyist site, but it was
associated persons who were vandals and grave robbers. If you payed a
rather steep fee, you could get more detailed information. That included
the addresses of Carlton Hill and Good Luck Farm. Carlton Hill was listed
as a vacant property. It also included speculations as to possible treasure
sites and described the nature and possible value of the treasure.

My crew found a number of comments on website articles by the Barbe-Noir
Group. My head geek said that anyone with only one year of French knew that
was Blackbeard. She was trying to trace it.