Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2017 03:24:56 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish finds Trouble 3

Catfish finds Trouble 3
By Bald Hairy Man

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bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
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The party calmed down and Ellery took me back to my motel by 10:15. I slept
well, but when I got up and turned on the TV, I found out I had missed a
major dust up at the Greene Grill. Apparently, the men visiting Syd decided
to go out for a drink at 11:00.

11:00 Friday night is the prefect time to find everyone in bar drunk. After
11:00 the number diminishes as men pass out or fall asleep. Syd's crew
seemed to feel that they deserved the women in the bar more than the
locals. They had knives and guns. There were fights that turned into a
brawl, that overflowed into the streets.

The Police were out-numbered and out gunned, so Wilson called in State
Troopers. Some of Syd's boys went driving around town shooting into the air
screaming racial epithets. Luckily no one could hear them over the
motorcycle noise. By 3:00 it was over with maybe 100 State Troopers and
regional police on the streets.  No one was killed, since drunkenness
doesn't improve aim. Everyone was shocked.

The good news was that some of the arrested men were on Rutherford and
Fairfax's lists. This confirmed Wilson's fears about a potential
demonstration. Tommy had his hands full. They had arrested twelve men, four
local bar flies and eight from out-of-town. They were not talking. They
claimed to be passing through town and just happened to drop in the Greene
Grill.

Lisa and Linda had bagged two of the bikers and had been sober thus had
been helpful to the police. Hangover clouded memories are unreliable. The
leader of the bike group seems to have been a big blond guy called Roddy
Richardson. Lisa thought he was one of those guys who thought a bar fight
was entertainment.

"He was loud, obnoxious and looking for a fight. He went after a small
Black guy. He was the featherweight guy on the university's wrestling
team. I think he could have done okay on his own, but the rest of the team
was there too," Lisa explained. "The team is in the running for the league
championship, and the little Black guy was an important member of the
team. Roddy was out muscled. He pulled out a knife."

"The local rednecks didn't care about the Black guy, but when Roddy pulled
the knife he turned it into an us against them situation, Roddy being the
them. As the situation turned bad, Roddy called for reinforcements from the
parking lot. One guy showed up with a semi-automatic," Linda added. "If
anyone had been sober that would have ended the situation, but Lisa and I
were the only sober people there."

"We don't really know the details of what happened next. It was confused,
but eventually the bikers left shooting up the town as they went to
whatever hole they were living in," Lisa said.

"Was any one shot?" I asked.

"No, I ended with the rifle," Linda said. "I think the man with the gun has
dislocated shoulder, or maybe a broken arm."

"He was at the Police department later saying he had no idea who took the
rifle," Lisa said. "He was not the sort of man who would never admit a girl
had taken his weapon."

My cell phone rang. It was Helen. "The word from Tommy is that your girls
were the Amazons who saved the day at the Greene Grill," she said.

"Don't spread that around," I said. "They are undercover."

"Don't worry about me. Just tell them when the dust clears, I owe them one
hell of a girls' night out!" Hellen said. "F.Y.I., the Roanoke people are
really worried about that gang. They suspect they finance their operation
with drug dealing. One or two fancy themselves as hit men."

"I'll warn the girls," I said. Lisa and Linda appreciated the warning. Once
they knew who they were dealing with, they could prepare accordingly. I
went to the Courthouse to work on my genealogical search, and that proved
to be a hive of activity and gossip. The bikers didn't have any friends in
Fort Greene. Everyone knew that they had been with Syd.

Small towns in Virginia are supposed to be quiet, sleepy and
quiet. Politically they tend to be conservative, but bikers driving up and
down the streets in the middle of the night shooting off guns was clearly
not acceptable. Many locals wanted to forget the historic treatment of
Blacks. No one in their right minds wanted to open old wounds and do it
over again.

Bob had few bullet holes in the siding of his house. The event was so
quick, that no one had a chance to get their shotguns out. He hoped that
this debacle at the Greene Grill would discourage any effort in the future
to have an event in the town.

Back in my motel room I called the office and talked with Rutherford and
Fairfax. I gave them Roddy Richardson's name. They had bad news. Syd had
been referring to it as a skirmish, and seemed to think it was a
success. Fairfax seemed to have access to Syd's e-mail.  I was not sure
that was legal, but I wasn't going to complain.

Rutherford had a master list of 45-50 groups who might potentially be
involved.  I was not clear how many of these were real organizations and
how many were fantasies created by troubled men. Fairfax thought the
reality-fantasy thing was a problem for all the groups. No fantasy fact was
too outlandish to believe, no fact-based statement by an expert or an
eyewitness was creditable. While they didn't believe anything an elected
official said, their leaders were infallible. Serious alcohol and drug
problems or mental illness did not affect their leaders' creditability.

Around 7:30 I had a call. It was Martin. "I was wondering if you might like
some company?" he asked.

"Sure, I've got no plans," I said.

"I have two friends with me. Is that a problem?" he asked. I said it was
not a problem, and asked what they were like.

"One friend, Willard, is about fifty years old and very nervous. He has a
stutter. The other friend, David, is younger, maybe thirty. He is
deaf. Willy and I are pals. He works stocking at my store. David is his
friend.  I told Willy about last night. He was really interested," Martin
said. "I sort of told him that you were into it big time."

"It was a good night," I replied. "I don't know if you should have told him
that, but you are right. I am into it big time."

"I was hoping you might be into it tonight and interested in having some
fun. The boys would like to watch," Martin said.

"Fun is fine with me, but I'm not much into watchers," I said. "It would be
better if they joined in."

"Willy and I have just done blow jobs in the back room. When I told him
about last night let's just say, Willy is interested in learning some new
tricks. David was with him and was really interested too," Martin said.

"Did you tell him the sex was hot and heavy? It's not for amateurs, or shy
guys?" I asked.

Martin told me had and they were interested. I said okay, and Martin
knocked on my door a minute or two later. David had called for his car.

There was the usual uneasy introductions and I said, "Let's get naked and
see what happens. They were hot to trot. I was stunned at the speed that
Martin stripped. I took me more time. David didn't know Martin, but he
liked what he saw. David stripped and had a full erection. Martin went to
him, put his arm around his shoulder and stroked the young man's
tool. Martin knew how to make friends.

David was good looking. Willy was just an average guy. He had a nice
semi-erect cock. He looked at me with little interest until he saw my
cock. Martin and David were already on the bed.

Willy bent over and started to suck me. He was good at that. As my cock got
harder, his enthusiasm grew. It turned out that Willy and David's
experience was at rest stops and in parks. They liked being in private
room. Rest stop sex isn't the best introduction to gay sex. They were into
it and both men were generous and receptive to learning new skills.

Martin wanted my cock in his ass, so we did a demonstration. I pulled out
and let Willy and David take a turn. Willy liked that, but David loved
it. It helped that Martin was a good bottom and perfect man to introduce
you to anal sex. As soon as Martin shot off, David unloaded in his
ass. David pumped as he shot off and Martin spurted in response to the
rhythmic pumping action.

We all took a break after that and talked. It wasn't all talk. Someone was
usually sucking or licking up the cock drool. Martin knew Willy well. David
made up for his inability to talk easily by being tender and attentive with
our cocks.

Willy came from a poor background and never had any therapy for his
stutter. David's hearing problem was made worse by parents who home
schooled. In his case home schooling and no schooling were essentially the
same.

The public schools found them and did some remedial work, but it was late,
and there was no family support. The county helped finding them
jobs. Martin liked and wanted to help them. I suspected he was the first.

A cell phone buzzed. It was Martin's. He took the call in the other room as
I sucked Willy and David took care of my tool. I was an old man to David,
but a big cock is a big cock even on an old guy.

"I have a little problem. I forgot I had another date tonight. I must
either leave, or my date could come and join us. I didn't have a car nor
did Willy or David. I asked if his date was into it.

"He says he is. He's from Bristol, and it is a rare free night for him,"
Martin said. I said he might as well come over. Ten minutes later Martin's
date, a big guy name Franklin Jones was at the door. I didn't know him, but
I knew his name. He was a judge somewhere in the south-west Virginia.

He was in his late fifties, about six-three and maybe 250 pounds. He looked
like a football player who had gone to pot some. He was between being
overweight and fat. We were a rather motley group of naked men. Franklin
stripped and was moderately hairy and generously hung.  He fit in well,
since none of us were male models.  David made friends by sucking his cock.

"You guys aren't into a slow build-up, are you?" he said.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

Franklin was quiet then said, "It was a problem a minute ago, but
everything his fine now." Now that he was erect, I realized that well hung
for a big, tall man was more than on a five -five man.

Martin looked on approvingly. "The harder you get, the better it is for me,
Franklin," he remarked. While Franklin was a big man, he gave a good
imitation of a kid in a candy store. Willy replaced David. I was on the
bed, without my crutches so I had to wait and see who came to me. David and
Martin came over. Martin straddled my face and David went for my cock.

Martin's cock was a pleasure to suck. Every time I took it all, he drooled
a precum thank you. Cocks can't talk, but his cock was a sensitive organ
the appreciated attention. David seemed to have no gag reflex. He could
deep throat me with out effort.

Of course, I knew Franklin was here to fuck Martin. Willy and Franklin
shifted toward the bed. Martin moved and got on his back. David took his
position straddling my face. His precum flowed continuously. It was thick
and sweet. Once and a while I tasted a spurt of cum. Apparently, he could
control his ejaculations and shoot single busts, separated by a minute or
two spent drooling precum.

Martin had hoisted his legs up to open his ass for Franklin. Franklin saw
that and wet over to him. Willy joined Dave and me.

"Damn, you are open and juicy!" Franklin exclaimed. Martin moaned in
appreciation.

Franklin looked over at us. "Do I have you guys to thank for that?" he
asked.

"I did it," I said. "Sometimes you just can't hold back. I hope it's not
too messy for you?"

"It's just right. I forgot to bring lube. Your sperm seems to work just as
well," he remarked.

"The pleasure is all mine," I said. "It's a shame to waste a sperm-filled
ass. Enjoy."

As I watched Franklin and Martin, I realized they were lovers, not
playmates. I tend to be fun-fucker. Sex is a recreational activity for me
and for most of my friends. Many are friends and buddies. Sometimes I am a
lover for a minute before and three minutes after my orgasm, but rarely
does the emotion last.

I had assumed Martin had the same feelings. He liked man sex. You could
tell that Franklin and Martin were more than that. Franklin's oversized
tool slipped into Martin's ass and I sensed it belonged there.  Martin's
ass was its home. My cock had been a welcome visitor. Martin loved visitors
and was the prefect host, but that was all.

As I watched them I almost forgot Willy was sucking me. When I remembered
it was too late. Willy had a mouthful of my sperm. When I stopped shooting,
he pulled away and kissed David. They shared my load. I was able to shift
and suck David. When I licked his knob, he squirted. It wasn't a single
burst. I took is load and turned to Willy. He popped. I joined in the kiss
and we traded each other's sperm. We all seemed to enjoy that.

Franklin was moaning as shot his load into Martin. As you would expect
after an orgasm storm, it was calm after that. It took some time to
recover. Often a massive eruption of orgasms marks the end of the
episode. That was not the case here. We talked as our balls recharged.

Franklin wanted to know more about the previous nights events. He knew sign
language and connected with David who had seen much of the event. He
provided janitorial services for the Greene Grill. Martin also knew some of
the men. He moved to Fort Greene after he provided testimony at a drug
trial in Bristol. It was much safer in Fort Greene for him. Since Franklin
was a judge in that part of the state, I wondered if that was how he knew
Martin. I was keeping track of the names for Rutherford and Fairfax.

We shared a shower and had a second round of cock sucking. Martin took
David and Willy home leaving me alone with Franklin.

"Do you like Martin?" he asked.

"Well he is sexually generous. He's hard not to like," I said. "I don't
want you to think that I am a slut or superficial, I don't often get
attached to the men I play with. It's fun but no more than that."

"I like sex too, but Martin is different," Franklin said. "He's the whole
package for me."

"I could tell," I said. "I suspect that Martin has a greater sex drive than
you do. Is that a problem?"

"It was at one time. It isn't any more," he said, "Are you the guy they
call Catfish in Richmond?" I said I was.

"I was at a performance there with a friend and I saw this guy hanging
around. I told my friend that he looked scary. He said not to worry, the
guy was called Catfish and he was an undercover cop of some sort," Franklin
said.

"I was undercover, but I run a security organization," I said. "We do a lot
of extra patrolling at cultural events."

"Are you in disguise now?" he asked.

I laughed. "I am afraid this is the way I look," I said.

"I noticed your cock is real," he remarked. "I guess you are a member of
the big boy club?  I'm usually the biggest guy in the room. You're so
short, your cock is a surprise. It's a bit strange. Usually, guys suck me,
they think they won the lottery.  I'm not sure what to do now."

"Did our little party shock you?" I asked he nodded. He nodded.

"Was it bad shock or turn-you-on shock?"

"I guess I'm pretty vanilla. I've never been in group and never seen guys
taking cum, without spitting it out," he said. "Martin likes it in the
ass." I am not exactly new to gay sex and I knew what it was thinking. I
also saw that he was fully erect again.

"Do you want me to help you with that?" I asked. I didn't wait for an
answer. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. Franklin moaned. He
was ripe, and it didn't take much to coax his load form his balls. I gently
caressed his cock with my tongue. I was able to coax a few extra spurts
from him.

"You won't tell Martin about this, would you?" he asked.

"I don't kiss and tell, and I surely don't blow and blab!" I said.

"Do you think Martin would do this to me?"

"I kind of think that wouldn't be a problem," I replied.

"Do I have to do it to him?"

"I doubt it," I answered. "Have you ever taken cum before?" He shook his
head.

"I think I might try it out with another guy first. Some men have a bad
reaction when they first take man seed from a cock. You might be
embarrassed." I said.

"Could I try yours?"

"Sure, but I shoot a big load. Some guys choke.  I'd also wait till you are
horny. It tastes better that way," I explained.

"I need to be on my way. I am at a conference in Richmond tomorrow. Could I
drop in again?" he asked.

"I am only here for a short while," I said but I gave him my Richmond
address and phone number. He left, and I called my office. Fairfax was
still at work. I gave him my new names and possible connections. I also
mentioned the possible drug connections.

The next day was quiet and peaceful. I researched my ancestry, Bob called
the state archives about Syd's properties. They entirely conventional and
legal. I had lunch with Bob at the sandwich shop near the County Court
house. This was a favorite hangout for lawyers, and the arrangement of
booths was ideal for private conversations. There was a big, corner booth
for groups of ten and we were in a little booth beside it.

The big booth had four of the bikers arrested for shooting up the town, a
public defender and Syd. Bob and I talked quietly and overheard most of the
conversation. Syd was advocating making a statement about White Power and
reclaiming white lands stolen by Jews and Blacks. The public defender
recommended keeping their mouths' shut and hoping they would get off with a
reprimand or a fine.

The four bikers were badly hung over from a second night of drinking at
Syd's place and two of the men had taken more than they gave at the Greene
Grill. When the guys agreed to do what the public defender advised, Syd
called them faggots and pussies and left. The public defender, who was a
small woman, asked if any of them had records. Public intoxication and
disorderly conduct were two of the men's problems. A third had two DWI's.

"There is no option here. Keep your mouths shut and will try to keep you
out of jail. If you say anything other than, "Yes, your Honor," I can't
keep you out of jail!" the woman said. "Do you understand?" the men mumbled
yes. "You had better make that Yes Ma'am, and yes Sir, when you are in the
courtroom. Be there at 3:00 on the dot." She left as an elderly man joined
them.

"Jackson, we are going to a barber shop," he said to one of the men.

"I don't want to do that," the man whined.

"Your grandma is in the car and you know what she's like when she is
mad. Get up and don't be an ass or I'll bring her in and she will have a
little talk!" the older man said. "Maybe your pals could go to a store and
buy a clean shirt," the old man said as he left with his grandson. The
other men left. Bob and I saw them at a men's store fifteen minutes later.

Bob laughed. "The Men's Shoppe had a section of clothes suitable for
Court," he said. That may be a third of their business. Some people joke
that Judge Robertson gets a kickback!" From Bob's office I called Tommy and
told him there were four guys ripe for a plea deal on the way to court at
3:00. He thanked me for the information.