Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 19:12:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Catfish helps Uncle Jake 3 Catfish Helps Uncle Jake 3 By Bald Hairy Man This story fills in a gap between Young Catfish and Millennium Construction Company. Catfish also appears in Play Pen. It 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, 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. I got home in time to make dinner for Jake and Mom. I asked him about the Battle Run Park development. "It was such a stupid idea I thought it would die a natural death," he said. "Some ideas are so stupid, you get blindsided when they pop up out of no where." "Who wanted it?" Mom asked. "Mayor White and Marvin Black were pushing it," Jake answered. "They're two of the most limited men I know. "Wasn't Black the business teacher at school?" I asked. "He retired and took up politics," Jake said. "He was a piss poor teacher and he was given early retirement. He said some unseemly things about several of his black students, so we asked him to leave with no fuss. He a sly and nasty one. Marvin got the word out that he had been fired because he was white. Nothing official, but the the word was on the street. All the unreconstructed segregationists put him in office. I was a quiet year and barely 2,000 people voted. He squeaked in." "Battle Run isn't much of park," I said. "It really isn't a park at all," Jake said. "It was given to the town in 1927, but the Depression ended any chance of developing it then. It's been laying around ever since, but it could be a beautiful place. It's 100 acres. Black and White wanted to sell it for a song. Some sort of a prison wanted to build there. They said there would be lots of jobs." "I don't remember that dispute at all," Mom said. "Well, it popped out of nowhere," Jake said. "It never got to the town council, We put an end to at at the Industrial Development Commission. We told them to study it for a year. Haven't heard a peep from them since." Mom was the private night nurse for a lady, so she left and Jake and I settled down for a night of cards. Around 9:00 the doorbell rang. It was Skeeter from the body shop. He was going home after his bowling league and stopped in to see how Jake was. "Jake we've got company," I yelled, "Get your self decent!" he was on his bed, naked. "Who is it?" Jake bellowed. "Skeeter!" "Well bring him in. We're all boys here," Jake said. By the time we got to the bedroom, Jake had pulled the sheets over the lower half of his body. "You're looking good,"Skeeter said, "After what happened to you I was afraid you'd look like hamburger." "You should have seen me three weeks ago," Jake replied. "I talked with Mrs. Ellington. I think the truck was a Ford 250 and metallic blue," Skeeter said. "I'm pretty sure it had Connecticut plates. Mrs. Ellington is good about colors. After we talked a little she remembered the number 250 and the letter F. Maybe it was the plate, but I would bet it was the model. I called Chief Walker and told him about it." "That should help," I said, "It sure narrows the field some. The metallic paint takes a lot of work to get right, doesn't it? "It does," Skeeter replied. "It's not your back of the garage paint touch up. Clint told me you definitely broke the windshield. There was tons of glass on the site of the accident." I went a got a beer for us. When got back Skeeter and Jake were talking. When i walked back into the room Skeeter asked, "Are you sure you two are related? You couldn't look more different." "My Daddy looked a lot like me," Jake said. "My momma was five feet zero and 97 pounds soaking wet. She was a Newton. Catfish got the Newton genes. Don't worry, he's smarter then he looks." Skeeter laughed. "That's what they say about me! We talked for a while then Skeeter said, "I don't want to get you tired. I should be getting home." He left. The next morning I ran into Monty at the grocery. He was off duty. We said hello and moved on, but later he was waiting for me outside. "I really liked meeting with you and Jake the other day", he said. "I was fun wasn't it?" Monty nodded. "I was wondering if maybe I might drop by again?" he asked. "To tell you the truth, you can drop by just about anytime," I said. "It's pretty boring. I think Jake can't get up for another week or two." Monty leaned close to me. "I have a friend who'd like to meet you. Is that possible? He young, but a nice guy." I said sure. Monty said this was his day off so he said he might drop off in the afternoon. When I got home I told Jake about the encounter. "I figured you wouldn't mind," I said. "I hate to say it, but you're right," Jake replied. "You'd think that being a guy of my advanced age, you'd outgrow cock, but that hasn't happened to me. I still get excited at the prospect of new meat." "It's just that you have a lot of cock to out grow," I said. Jake was lying naked on the bed and his cock was firming up. He was ready for company. Monty rang the bell at one or so. He was with a short, bull dog of a man, Eddie. Eddie was an inch taller than me, obviously lifted weights and had a flat top. I guessed he was my age, or maybe a year or two older. He had a bristly mustache. He was also uneasy. We went in to see Jake. "Jake, this is my friend Eddie. He's new on the force and just came to town," Monte said. "Were you \a Marine?" Jake asked. "Is it that obvious?" Eddie asked. He smiled a little. I think he was pleased. "You have that bull dog like attitude the Marines like," Jake said. "I'm afraid my Bull Dog days are behind me. I've turned into a St. Bernard." "You must be strong as an ox to have taken the beating you took in that accident," Eddie said. "Not many guys could have survived it." "Uncle Jake's too ornery to die," I said. "He too good to go to hell, but to contrary to get in heaven. God's waiting for him to mellow." Eddie had been a medic before he joined the police, so he and Jake had a good discussion of the accident. Jake likes to talk, but he likes sex a lot more. During the conversation the bed sheet that covered the bottom half of his body slipped and the family jewels came into view. Eddie stepped closer. Jake scratched his balls, but didn't cover up afterwards. Eddie and Monte both liked that. I guessed both men liked strong father types. Jake was the grand dad of your dreams. He was the kind of man you seen of greeting cards for Grandpa in the drug store, except Jake was a lot better hung. "Why don't we all get a little more comfortable so we can have some fun," Jake said. "It's warm in here." It wasn't the most imaginative line, but it worked. It worked well. Eddie stripped following Monte's lead. Jake was half hard by now and he pushed the sheet aside. "Did you leave the Marines because you liked man play?" Jake asked of Eddie. "I was afraid they might find out," he said. "A friends of mine got caught. They ruined him. I figured it would be better to get out." "They lost a good man," Jake said. "Their loss is our gain." Eddie was much taken by Jake. When he turned around and saw me for the first time naked, I could tell he liked what he saw. He was muscular and covered in short stubble of hair. He had been recently shaved and it was growing back. Eddie had compact balls and cock. His balls looked above average. "I'm in the land of the giants," Eddie said as he looked at Jake and me. Jake laughed. "This ain't an art gallery. Are you the shy type?" he asked. Eddie bent over and began to suck Jake's meat. I guessed Monty would have preferred to suck Jake than me. He wasn't sure what to do. I'm nothing if not a polite cock sucker. I got on my knees and sucked him to kind of cover the lull in the conversation. It turned out Monty was polite too. Sometimes I think cocks have magical properties. Actually I'm not sure if they are magical, or just magnetic, but Monty got into it and soon we were on the floor in the sixty nine position. Monty had as good a time with me as he had with Jake two days before, but Jake had his broken arm and leg and you had to be careful. He didn't need to be careful with me. We weren't a perfect fit, but it turned out he was into assholes big time. He rimmed my ass as I sucked him. After a while he traded places with Eddie. Eddie had watched Monty rim my ass. He slipped his cock into where Monty's tongue had been. Eddie's cock was more head than shaft and the knob really hit the spot. I think his intention was to fuck me pile driver style, but that's not the way it turned out. He made two or three hard thrusts then pulled me close and kissed me. Somehow, ten minutes later Eddie was on his back and my cock was giving him CPR through his ass. My cock was in deep and we were kissing. Eddie was small and just a little taller than me. It hadn't occurred to me my cock would fit, but he had a hole that must have been one of the ten natural wonders. Not only did it fit, but he loved it. If they gave master degrees in bottoming, Eddie would have gotten one. I gave him one really hard thrust and Eddie's cock exploded. There was cum everywhere. His moans seemed to have inspired Jake and Monty. I don't know who shot first, but there was enough cum spurted in Jake's bedroom to satisfy the most insatiable cum hound. As I pumped Eddie's ass, he popped before I shot. His whole body contracted as he ejaculated and that felt good on my cock. I pulled out slowly. Monty and Eddie talked for a while then left. I took a shower and cleaned up Jake. Mom would have noticed the dried cum on his furry pelt. I didn't need to worry about that. Mom's night patient was having difficulties so she went over early. Jake and I ate alone. After dinner Jake fell asleep, so I took a walk. It was a warm and pleasant summer day and I walked toward Battle Run Park. It wasn't actually a park. Battle Run was just a left over piece of property. Battle Run was a small stream that had been the site of a Civil War skirmish. It wasn't a big battle, but I was as close to being historic as anything else in town. The Run itself ran parallel to Maple Street. The run was in a deep, overgrown and heavily eroded valley. The rest of the property was flat and uninteresting. I walked up Pleasant Street. This was the northern edge of the property and it had a small bridge. Pleasant Street hadn't been much developed. It was paved for two blocks, then was graveled for a few more blocks. I saw a camper in the distance down the road. I wandered down the road toward the camper. It was pulled off to the side into some underbrush. It was labeled Tidewater Engineering, Site Planners, Surveyors & Engineers, Virginia Beach. That struck me as odd. We had some local surveyors, but most bigger projects were done by firms in Roanoke, Danville or Lynchburg. On the steps to the camper was a clipboard. It had a time sheet. The most recent entry was for something called, The South-West Connector. I had no idea what this was. A path led into the thick underbrush. I followed it. The path led to a maze of paths. It took me a while to realize I had discovered a cruising area. The underbrush was thick and there were many places to hide or get out of sight. I wandered around for a while and eventually a guy came out and walked toward me. I was wearing jeans with nice cock bulge. The guy did a double take. "Nice day," he said. He was about forty years old, beefy, but not fat. He needed a shave. He also wore a wedding ring. "It is," I said. "Is it always this quiet here?" "It seems that way," "Is that your Camper? " I asked. "Yep,"he said. "I'm doing some work here. It's cheaper than getting a hotel room. The rest of my crew had to go back to the Beach. I've got some stuff I have to do at the courthouse tomorrow." He was looking at the bulge in my jeans. "Would you like a brew? There's not much to do here." "Sure," I said. "The name's Catfish." "I'm Travis," he said as we walked back to the camper. We went in. it was mostly a work trailer, but there was a sleeping area and a mini bat in the back. It was hot as hell. Travis stripped off his shirt and opened two windows. "Make yourself comfortable." "How comfortable do you get here? " I asked as I unbuttoned my shirt. "To tell you the truth, I get as close to being naked as I can," Travis said. "We're not too formal here. A jock strap would be dressed up most of the time. Travis was built like a linebacker. He had a really furry chest and a treasure trail that disappeared into his jeans. "Were you a football player, by any chance" I asked. "High School only," he said. "You can tell? Why are you called Catfish?" he took his pants off. He was wearing slightly tented jockeys. "Well most people think I should be called Shrimp," I explained as I undid my belt. I wasn't wearing under shorts, so when I dropped my pants, I was naked. "Is this too comfortable?" "It looks just about right to me," he said. "Maybe I'm a little over dressed." He slid down his jockeys."What do you do for fun here? It seems kind of quiet." "There's not much to do if you're a church going type," I said. "If you're the open minded type, this is your lucky day." "How big is that thing?" he asked while he was staring at my cock. Travis was the open minded type. He walked over to me and took my cock into his hand. He stroked it and peeled back the skin, exposing the cock head. "One eyed catfish?" "Bingo. You got it," I replied as I bent over and sucked his cock. From then on, nature took it's course. Travis was really shy, but so horny he was about to burst. His cock was your basic issue six inch model, enhanced by a coating of precum. I love when you start a race and discover the guys balls are revved up to 60 before you've left the starting gate. We went to the bedroom at the back of the camper. It was more of a cot than a bed, but that worked out well. I was comparatively relaxed, so Travis had some time to explore my cock before it got too hard to do much with it. While I was licking up his cock drool and keeping the sheets good for another day, Travis had his tongue inside my skin, licking up the accumulated man ooze and giving my cock head a spit bath. This was good for me and I relaxed and didn't get any harder. Travis enjoyed his work and spent some time trying to get his tongue into the piss slit. Eventually I relaxed even more, and Travis was able to suck more foreskin into his mouth. His entire tongue was enshrouded in the skin, and only the tip of the tongue touched the slit. I must have started leaking too, since his interest in my slit seemed to increase. Slow motion sex is fun, but fundamentally unstable. I felt Travis tense up, then I got the first spurt. It was a tonsil tickler. Sometimes I worked over the cock head during an orgasm, but I just held his cock with my lips let Travis shoot. When the orgasm was over I whet back to work, suctioning the remaining cum from his balls. Now that I'm older I don't mind if my cock drips and drools after an orgasm. At that time I was wanted everything clean and neat. I think that was a left over from when Mom did the laundry and I didn't want her to know. "Damn, I can't tell you how much I needed that," Travis said. "I've been in the camper for four days with two other guys. No privacy at all." "You shoot one hell of a load," I said. "I've never had anyone take it before," he said. "You liked it?" "Shit yes!" Travis replied. "Do I need to do you?" "Have you done it before?" I asked. Travis shook his head. "I'm kind of new to this. I got blown in college once. This was a lot better than I thought it would be." He was quiet for a few seconds. "I've never take a man's cock scum before. I will if you want me to." "When you think of it as cock caviar rather than scum, I'd be glad to feed you my cum," I said. "You don't need to take it." "I'd love to see you shoot though," Travis said a bit sheepishly. If you can suck it for a while, I warn you when I going to pop," I said. Travis was willing to do that. Actually he was getting to real good about that. It took some time and I shot off a good load. He pulled off a little as I shot, but I bet my ejaculation tickled the tip of his tongue. That didn't seem to bother him. After we rested I asked him what job he was working on. "It's a real hush, hush project," he said. "We're doing a preliminary study for a replacement for Rt. 57. The state's trying to do it without anyone finding out the route. They want to get options on the right of way before the word get out." "Does any one know the route?" I asked. "Just the Mayor is most cases," he said. "And you. I may have just fucked up big time." "Don't you worry about that," I said. "I'm not the kind of guy who sucks and tells. I got to get back to my Uncle. I've really enjoyed this." "I did too." Travis said. "I'll be back in a week. Do you think you'll be around." "I can almost guarantee I'll be around," I said. I gave him my phone number and went back home. I'm not much of a political thinker, but it struck me as odd that the property the state wanted was also desired by a corporation for a jail It was quite the coincidence.