Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2017 15:36:38 -0400
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish Takes a Hit 4

Catfish Takes a Hit 4
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
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Our Rapist's name was Denis Roy Fincastle. He was called DR by his pals.
It was clear that his parents had more money than sense.  The legal case
for their son was almost comic. I asked Skippy where they got their
cash. He didn't know, but he would find out.

I felt a little like a cook at a six-burner stove. Everything was bubbling
away, but nothing was ready to take off the burner. I would have liked to
be more hands on, but a short, hairy, one-legged man was memorable and most
of my work required you be forgettable.

Learning to move with one leg was almost like being a kid again. I was sure
I would figure how to get things done, but it would take time. Once and a
while I had little episodes of dizziness. They occurred when I forgot to
rest and relax.

Ralph became an asset once he got into the case. He was a good policeman
when he was working on a challenging case. I never mentioned or alluded to
our time in the shower and he relaxed when he was with me.

One day, he told me that he had run into an old football buddy. I
remembered our conversation in the shower and have I recognized the sexual
potential of his conversation.

"I told my pal about your shower. The school showers had concrete block
walls covered in shiny paint and exposed plumbing," Ralph said.

"Would you like to show him my shower?" I asked.

"I might, I think he would get a kick out of it," Ralph replied.

"I assume he was one of your closest pals, back in the day," I said.

"We weren't exactly close pals, but we did share some good times," Ralph
explained. "They were really good times. Some of the other guys weren't
into it as much as we were. I told him about you. He would like to meet
you."

"Did you mention I am short and ugly?" I asked.

Ralph smiled. "I did, but I mentioned other more impressive parts too," he
added. "Would you be offended if I told you that he was particularly
interested in one part?"

"It takes a lot for me to be offended," I said.  Ralph asked if he could
come by Saturday evening. "Do you have pal who might like to join us? Three
is an odd number." I said it would be fine and I might know someone. I
called a friend, Bobby, the next morning. Bobby was an electrician I had
met in a case about looted art a year earlier. Bobby was a tall, lanky red
head who wasn't shy about man sex at all.

Ralph and his friend Ned, arrived at eight, laden with beer and Fritos. Ned
was a muscle bear. He must have worked at a gym regularly. He was forty but
had blond almost white hair and a matching beard. He was nervous when we
first met, but he relaxed quickly. He had a broken leg once and been on
crutches for six months, so he had some helpful hints about using
crutches. Ned was more direct about his sexual preferences than Ralph and
didn't hide his interest in my cock.

The doorbell rang. It was Bobby.  He was real interested in Ralph and
Ned. He gave them an admiring once over and they noticed.

We got down to business after two beers. Ned was more open about his sexual
tastes, but he was a convent-bred virgin compared to Bobby. Bobby was a
cheerful and energetic redneck, direct and straight forward.

"I don't get to play much, but when I get the chance, I like to go at it
hot and heavy," Bobby said. "I don't mind if it gets sticky and juicy. I
love the cream any way I can get it! By the way, I have a short recharge
time and if you like it, I both give and take."

"You aren't exactly new to the scene?" Ned asked with a smile on his face.

"I wouldn't say that my cock and ass are callused yet, but they have been
broken in!" Bobby replied. "I don't want to rush things, but let's get
naked and see what happens."  We went to my bedroom, stripped and went to
the shower.

Things turned out well. Everyone knew someone, so they were comfortable,
but new meat is always exciting. Ralph knew Ned and me, so Bobby was the
only new guy. Bobby and I had two new men to get acquainted with, but let's
just say that we make friends quickly.

Ned was a find. He wasn't exactly new to the scene, but his experiences
were limited. He wanted more and Bobby and I were willing. Sex had been
mostly oral for him and one sided, but Ned wanted to sixty-nine and fuck,
which was good.

I soon discovered he was a size-queen too. That was very good. Ned came to
me as Bobby went for Ralph. That was a near perfect pairing. I get excited
quickly and when Ned wrapped his lips around my knob, it didn't take long
to begin oozing. He perked up and I realized he was into precum. I licked
him and tasted his cock drool.

I was a little worried that Bobby was too forward for Ralph. Bobby was
enthusiastic and I think Bobby was carried away. Bobby's tool was hot dog
sized, but a bit thicker than average. He liked to deep throat, and Ralph
loved that.

A few minutes later, I was sitting on Ned's cock. I think he liked that,
since he shot off as soon as his knob was on the dark side of my
sphincter. His thick cock stayed hard and the extra lubrication was good. I
had a nice ride as we watched Bobby ease his way into Ralph's behind. Bobby
was careful, and Ralph was feeling new sensations. A little later, they
switched places, and Ralph discovered he was a good top.

It took a while, but I eventually got into Ned's ass. Had been fucked
before, but my cock was in a different weight class. It took some
adjusting, but he took it.  Before they left, Ralph gave me a copy of the
Medical Examiner's report.  That would be good bedtime reading. After they
left I worried it might have been too much too soon for the two men.

I went to bed with the report, but fell asleep immediately. I was still
holding it the next morning when I woke up. Mrs. Vienner died of a heart
attack and there was no sign of violence or poison. No one committed a
crime until they wrapped her in plastic and duct tape and put her in the
freezer. There was barely a crime, except for mistreatment of a dead
body. The accountants were busy figuring out why it was desirable to
pretend Mrs. Vienner was alive.

The next morning my Miss Marple brigade gave me reports. They had a good
time and the visits to the beauty shops had been productive. Helen, Sally
and Milly had all had their hair done and talked with the very chatty and
gossipy hairdressers.

Two of the women noticed the jewelry. Sally explained that her late hubby
had made her keep it in a safe deposit box, but when he died, she got it
out. "It's so pretty, it cheers me up just seeing it," she explained. The
hairdresser, Tammy-Sue Southwell, talked about her husband and kids and
asked Sally's about her children and relations. Sally said she was alone
except for a niece in California. The conversation was all very natural and
friendly.

Milly had a similar conversation with Bobbie, her hair dresser. Milly was
more overtly doddery and Bobbie was not subtitle about her
curiosity. Bobbie portrayed herself as a single, working girl living on the
edge.

Helen played the helpless widow who just couldn't cope without her
husband. She told her hairdresser, Lou, her husband had died ten years
earlier, but there had been a nice man at the bank who took care of her
finances.  He had died, and she didn't know what to do. Her hair dresser
was sympathetic.

Everything seemed fine until my computer guys checked on the backgrounds of
the hairdressers. Tammy-Sue was unmarried and had never been
married. Bobbie was married to an ex-con and had been arrested for bunko,
but had not been convicted. Lou was just a hairdresser who like to
gossip. We looked deeper into Tammie-Sue and Bobbie's background.

I went walking in the late afternoon and decided to try going further than
usual. I went as far as Monument. Bob and Jane were alert as always and saw
me. I think Bob kept an eye on the street, and he saw me coming. They
invited me in for coffee.  I didn't want to admit it, but I was tired and
needed a rest.

As Mrs. Vienner's next door neighbor, Jane's phone had been in constant use
as people wanted to know more about the situation. Jane had told me that
she wasn't a gossip, but she had a knack for getting little bits of useful
information. Jane also took notes.  One friend, Elizabeth, wanted to know
if she had been murdered and if her jewels had been stolen.

That raised flags for me. There had been no mention of jewels before. There
was more to the story. Her parents had escaped from Nazi Germany and had
converted much of the family's wealth to jewels. Most of the family had not
escaped, but other members had given the jewels to hold for them until they
got out. Elizabeth thought that most had been diamonds and rubies. I called
Ralph and told him about that. He had been looking for checking
accounts. It seemed that safety deposit boxes might be more
productive. Ralph thought a very detailed search of the house was in order.

Bob had been in the house and saw some newly excavated holes in the
basement floor. He had thought the "cousin" had considered burying the body
in the basement. Hidden jewels would have been another reason to
excavate. Bob offered to drive me back to my apartment. I took him up on
that offer. The next day was Saturday, and I decided to have a weekend
off. Electronic searches were underway and the case could advance without
me.

Unexpectedly, Ned came by around three. He lived out of town so this was
not just a casual drop in. He wanted to talk. Ned was the prefect, straight
gay man. He was notably masculine and was 100% straight other than his
taste for gay sex. He was deeply embarrassed by his sexual inclinations,
but too sexually driven to avoid them.

He and Ralph had messed around when they were younger, but he didn't want
Ralph to know how much he enjoyed it. I told him that gay men come in many
flavors. He said he had a hard time letting go.

"You do know it hard to suck a guy's cock and pretend you don't like it," I
said. "I doubt the man you are sucking thinks you are 100% straight. Ralph
is a detective; cock sucking is a clue that you are gay!"

Ned laughed. "I guess fucking is another clue?"

I nodded. "Did you like getting fucked the other day?" I asked.

"I didn't want to enjoy it, but I did," he said. "I didn't expect to like
it."

"It's better if you admit you like it," I said. "I'm not sure you have much
control over what you want sexually. You may think one thing, but your cock
may have a different idea."

He smiled. "I sort of knew that, but I hadn't known my ass had different
thoughts!"

"Had anyone fucked you before?" I asked.

"One guy fucked me, but it wasn't the same," Ned said in a near
whisper. "You were almost too big, but it was good."

"You liked being filled up and stretched?" I asked. Ned nodded.

"I like being in a tight hole with lots of lube," I said.

"The lube helped," he added.

"I ooze a lot of precum. When I'm excited, I tend to self-lubricate," I
said.

"Do you shoot off when you are inside?" he asked.

"I you want that I can do it, but I usually can pull out if you are
uneasy," I said. "I wouldn't mind taking your man seed." I was fondling his
basket and he was soon hard.  Ned didn't need to tell me what he wanted. We
went to the bedroom, and eventually he spent the night. We played for a
half-hour before he relaxed and allowed himself to enjoy it.

While I am ugly, I am what one of my friend called 100%, all-man ugly. That
worked for Ned. A pretty boy didn't do the trick for him; he wanted sex
with a man, not a male model. We sucked and then I sat on his cock. His
organ was average, but had a nice bend that seemed to work my prostate. I
got enthusiastic.

When he pulled out, it was my turn to do him. I took my time and it was
easier than before; he was more receptive. After a few minutes of pumping,
Ned relaxed and I went deeper.  We broke to breathe and rest. When I fucked
him fifteen minutes later, it was as if he flicked a switch and he was a
sex crazed bottom.

He lost his inhibitions, and enjoyed each thrust and poke. A little later I
shot off in him, and he had his first hands-free orgasm as I flooded his
ass with my sperm. Ned spent the night.

The search of the Vienner house took place on Monday. It was a big,
expensive house in a good neighborhood. The police were used to ripping
apart drug dealers crash pads, not mansions on the National Register. Ralph
recruited Bob to help with the search. Bob provided ways to do the search
in less destructive ways. Bob and the police were soon pals.

Jane and Bob were a team. As Bob helped with the search, Jane provided
refreshments.  This included coffee, pastries and lunch. Jane knew how to
make friends. Rumors spread at the speed of light in urban
neighborhoods. Margo Marx called her with helpful hint. She was a young
woman, but her family had escaped from Germany and she was close to several
other refugees. Margo had talked with her grandmother and her friends about
their experiences.

Bribery was a necessary element of most escape plans requiring large
amounts of cash. Jewels and gold were the preferred way to get wealth out
of the country since they were portable and small. It was also important to
have the jewels in small parcels hidden in multiple places. If your house
was searched, the Gestapo might stop when they found a cache. It was unwise
to put all your wealth in one place. Multiple hiding places were a better
way to save something if not all your wealth.

Jane told this to Bob and Ralph. There was one bit of information came in
the first hour of the search. Ralph had a court order and opened a safety
deposit box. It was all documents, with Mrs. Vienner's will at the top of
the pile. She had left her liquid assets to the Red Cross and a Jewish
welfare organization. The house and its contents were left to the art
museum.  She had been a guide at the museum. She had also included the
line, "Having no close living relatives, I hereby leave.  .  ."  That made
the will uncontestable in court.

While the house search concentrated in the basement, Bob was poking around
upstairs. He had worked on houses designed by the same architect in the
1910-1925 period. He found something odd. The closets were undersized and
included drywall. Old houses typically had an inch and a half of plaster on
wood lath.  Older closets were typically 36 to 30 inches deep. Many of
Mrs. Vienner's closets were 20 inches deep. The undersized closets all had
one wall covered in drywall.

Bob had a utility knife. He cut open the wall and found a small box of
uncut diamonds. A Frankfort jeweler's name embellished the box. Our scam
artists had been digging for treasure in the basement, when they should
have been looking in the closets. Jane remembered the Jeweler had
Mrs. Vienner's maiden name, Hersh. By the end of the day, we had a treasure
trove of jewels. Some were elaborate settings, others were just cut or
uncut stones.

Once Mrs. Vienner was dead, her executors would have read the will and
found out her "relatives" were con-artists. When she was alive they were
free to loot the estate. There was no way to find out how they found out
about the jewels, but she had dementia and something might have slipped.

Ralph had the "relatives" picked-up and had BeautyTemps raided. I thought
we could get more information about them, but Ralph thought that the
activity on Monument Avenue was too public and the word would be out. The
BeautyTemp proprietors were at the front door with their suitcases in the
car when the police arrived. Ralph was right.

That evening, BeautyTemps staff was arrested and it was over. The Banks had
been busy too. they had discovered BeautyTemps bank accounts and money
laundering scheme. BeautyTemps owner's brother-in-law was the president of
a small bank in rural Virginia. That little bank was a gold mine for Bank
examiners.

The next morning Skippy called. He had been investigating the Fincastle
family. Carl Fincastle, TR's father, was born Carlo Finzini. He was the son
of a well-known mafia Don. His wife was Elaine Castle, thus Fincastle. He
was believed to be mostly legit. His bothers weren't legit at all. they ran
protection rackets in South Philly, and were suspected of drug trafficking,
mostly in pills, not old-fashioned cocaine or heroin.

It took me fifteen to twenty minutes to come up with the odd reaction of
TR's lawyers. If he was dealing drugs, the rape charge was a big problem
since he could exchange information on the drug racket in exchange for
leniency on the rape charge. He could have been running drugs for his
father or his uncles.

Officially, Windsor University was a strict, god-fearing school. I was a
safe place to park your virgin daughters and sons until they found the
right man or woman from a good family. Drug running and rape were
unthinkable there. They would do everything they could to paper over the
problem. The school was wealthy and well connected. They had no desire to
have note in the Alumni bulletin saying, "TR Fincastle, class of 2019, was
sent to prison of 20 years."

My speculations came to an end when TR had an unplanned meeting with an Oak
at 3:00 in the morning. He reeked of gin. He died immediately. Luckily, the
tree was undamaged. This struck me as being potentially fortuitous for some
of his associates. The prosecutions and lawsuits vanished in a split
second. The case was over.

A week and a half later, Carl Fincastle came to see me. I usually look like
something the cat dragged in, but he looked terrible. I felt like a
teenaged heart throb compared to him.

"I need your help," he said. "TR was always difficult, but he was my only
son. The police just told me that there was no alcohol in his system when
he died. It must have been a set up."

"I hadn't heard that," I said. "There is no reason for the police to tell
me anything about the case."

"They aren't interested in the case. I understand that, but I need to know
what happened," he said. "My wife thinks my brothers did it. It's driving
her crazy. You know my family has a history?" I nodded. "I need to find out
who did it," he said.

"You really want to know if your brothers di it?" I asked. He nodded.

"I am not interested in becoming an accessory to murder," I said.

"Our family has a lot of skeletons in the closet, but murder isn't one of
them," Carl said. "The Courts can take care of the punishment. I just need
to know. My wife is obsessed. We can't live that way."

"Do you think they did it?" I asked.

"I don't, but it's not impossible. They have been moving into legitimate
businesses, but there could have been some backsliding. My oldest brother's
son died of an overdose. When you play with fire you can get burned," he
said.

I said I would consider it. He left me a check for $20,000.00.  I didn't
cash it, but it was a demonstration of his sincerity.