Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2009 12:39:48 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Catfish helps Uncle Jake 8 Catfish helps Uncle Jake 8 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. The next day Chief Walker got a call from Maury in Towson. The Wilmington Police had issued a warrant for Windom for the murder of the Planning Commissioner. Windom had vanished, but Maury suspected he was on his way south. Walker was to keep is eyes peeled. When Walker told Jake about it, he said, "Murder trumps hit and run. Realistically they get him first." "I'd like to know more about the local connection," Jake said. "Mayor Black and Marvin White are in positions of power and I think they were trying to put something over on us. Mrs. Jones would seem to be the local connection with Windom." "We are hot on the trail," Walker said. We had a physical therapy session with Eldon. Eldon arrived with his trainee, Kyle. It seemed to me they were more at ease this time. Kyle was my age, but tall, pretty beefy and wore a goatee. That was unusual at that time. Eldon wasn't at all worried that Jake was almost naked, and Kyle was watching with interest. I guessed the two men understood each other now. Kyle gave me a few sideways glances. He wasn't looking at my face. I went to the kitchen to clean up after breakfast. When I returned to the bed room Jake was naked. Eldon and Kyle were stripping. "Is there room for a fourth?" I asked. "There sure is," Eldon said. "Kyle here is new to the scene," Eldon said. "I gave him a few introductory lessons, but I thought he might like to try out some white meat. By the way, his hole is virgin and not in play." "My mind is virgin, but the rest of me is more experienced," I said. "I'm pure of mind and heart, my cock and ass are another story." Kyle was no beach bunny. He was pale and pink and was growing some fur on his chest. A cut, pink cock peaked out of his thick pubic bush. He glanced at the cocks in the room, but was embarrassed and looked away. He was new to man fun. Jake noticed this. "Kyle, we're all adults here," he said. "We all like cock and we all like sex. Just relax and enjoy it." "It's hard to relax, I'm so excited," Kyle said. "I'm not use to being naked. Gee, you guys are big!" I went over to him and played with his cock. He jumped when I touched him. Kyle wasn't very adventurous, but he was willing to learn. He really liked learning from Eldon and Jake. He had been raised by a single mother and he liked older men. Kyle wanted a father. Neither of the two older men objected to that at all. I later found out he had been brought up with holy rollers and was new to the concept of sex as anything, but the gateway to Hell. We all had a nice time introducing Kyle to his body. Everything was new to him. When I touched his cock a second time he got hard. I sank to my knees and sucked him. He liked that. Once the sex started, he was fine. Eldon took Jake's cock and got him hard too. When Jake began to suck Eldon, Kyle began to leak pre cum. He was a sheltered southern boy and white guys sucking a black was a turn on for him. Jake was all pink and white with his bushy, Santa like beard. Eldon's cock was very back and Jake's pink tongue licking the black knob turned Kyle on. He shot off and I took his load. Poor Kyle was loaded for bear. I guessed he had twenty years of accumulated sperm backed up in his balls. He stayed hard through the orgasm and was ready for more. He went on to get sucked by Jake, and in what was an major breakthrough he eventually sucked Jake. He shot off again, hands free this time. We talked with Kyle between orgasms. Jake did a nice explanation of manly juices. Kyle didn't know the difference between pre cum and sperm, and was afraid of piss. Jake got him to sample our cock juice. He shot off again when he licked Eldon for the first time. He told us about his rich uncle who had died, but left nothing to his needy mother. "Every penny went to that bitch he married, Chrystal." he said. Jake and I noticed that. "Did he promise to help?" I asked. "Yes. Mom took care of his first wife when she was sick," Kyle said. "He said he's give Mom the house on the lake, but he didn't. It was Grandpa's house and she had loved it." "What lake was it on?" Jake asked. "Lake Jefferson,"he answered. "It was on a big piece of property too. Mom could had sold off some lots and retired. We returned to sucking. Kyle was getting better at it. I came close to giving him my load, but pulled back just in time. He liked it splattering on his chest. Eldon took a quick, but effective trip up my love tunnel. Kyle watched and damn if he didn't shoot off again. I'm not sure he realized men could fuck. They had to go to their next therapy session and left. Jake called Chief Walker and told him about the house on the lake. He didn't get Clint but got Monty. They had Crystal's house under watch, but didn't know about the other property. Lake Jefferson was in the next county, so he called the Sheriff and got them to take a look. There was a Commission meeting that afternoon, so Jake got dressed up and went. I went too, just in case he had a problem with the stairs to the Courthouse. I had to dress up. Mom insisted I have clothes suitable for a funeral, so I wore those. When we appeared at the meeting Jake caused quite a stir. Apparently the Mayor's line that Jake was at death's door was wildly believed. Jake is a big man and in his Navy blue suit, white shirt and silk tie he was both imposing and the picture of health. Everyone was really happy he was back except for the Mayor and Mr. White. They looked pale. Item three on the agenda was Battle Run park. Jake expressed deep concerns. To the members of the commission who were not involved in the scam, it was a logical and forceful expression of concern. To Black and White there were enough hints for them to know Jake knew of the scheme. They got whiter and whiter as Jake made his presentation. The Mayor remained throughout Jake's speech. White excused himself saying he was feeling ill. The sale of the park was a dead issue by the time the meeting was over. The Mayor left very quickly. Chief Walker had entered the room during Jake's presentation and was at the back of the room with another man who was obviously an investigator of some sort. "The rats are leaving the ship," Chief Walker whispered as we left the room. Outside Joel was talking with the man who had been with the Chief. They went off to the Planning office. "Who do you think he's after?" I asked Jake. "I don't know, but it's not good for the Mayor, I'll bet," he replied. About two hours later the town was abuzz. A 911 call had come in, something was wrong at Crystal Jones' house. Jake an I didn't know about it until later. We weren't into police scanners like half the town seemed to be. I got a call from Mom at the hospital. The mayor had gone to the house and hadn't be able to get in. He looked through a window and saw a blood stain on the living room rug. The police wanted to keep things quiet, but that didn't happen. It seemed as if half the town had a scanner, and the other half had a cousin or nephew on the police force. Chrystal Jones was dead and had been dead for a day or two. It was not a nice scene. Then mayor was undergoing questioning. "You know Catfish. The mayor not my favorite local politician," Uncle Jake said, "but what ever he was involved in it wasn't supposed to include murder." "You don't think he killed her?" "No. My guess is he's spilling the beans about the Battle Run scheme," Jake replied. "I have no problem believing he was working a dirty little real estate swindle, but he's not the murdering type." Mom called again. There was a fire at Buster Wilkerson's place. Sonny had been away, but had come home to find the garage in flames. He father was inside, but Sonny had pulled him to safety. "There was smoke inhalation, but Buster will be okay." Mom said. "Sonny burned his hands, but it could have been much worse." Chief Walker had moved fast. The house at Lake Jefferson was searched and there were signs of a recent resident and a hasty departure. The black Ford was still there, so the departure was on foot. The State Police were organizing a man hunt. I knew what had happened. My association with crime was limited to watching Perry Mason on the television, but the situation was clear to me. I would bet when they caught Windom, they would find an man on the edge of financial ruin. The first hit and run in Delaware might well have been an accident. Whether it was an accident or on purpose, it resulted in financial benefit to Windom. The Battle run project was another opportunity for a quick profit. Hitting Jake was no accident. Crystal Jones and Buster were accomplices. I know Buster had no idea the car had hit Jake. I assume Crystal thought it was an accident and wanted to help out her business associate. She needed money too. Windom must have assumed there was no chance of the police connecting the two hit and runs. Physically Delaware and South west Virginia aren't that far apart, but they were a world apart in attitude. He must have discovered the police had discovered the link. As a single event, it was a simple hit and run. As a pair it was a political assassination and an attempted murder. Chrystal and Buster were dangerous to him. I assumed Mayor White and Commissioner Black were in danger too. I told Jake my suppositions. He called Chief Walker and told them to watch Black. He said the Mayor would be in the police station a for a long while. The State Police were interested in the murders and in the leak of highway department secret information. Mom came over after work. She hadn't eaten since noon with all the excitement. She had been called into the emergency room when Buster and Sonny arrived. I cooked dinner for her and she gave us the low down. Buster had been in bad shape, both from smoke inhalation and from alcohol poisoning. They found a couple fifths of bourbon next to his body, but the bourbon had been laced with grain alcohol. "I'm not sure Buster knew what he was drinking," Mom explained. "Poor Sonny will be in pain, but the burns were mostly superficial. He was so worried about his dad he didn't notice he had been burned." "Shock?" Jake asked. "I think so," Mom said. "The neighbors said he charged into the garage through a wall of fire. He's a brave boy." "What's the word on Mrs. Jones" I asked. "Beaten to death is the best guess," Mom said. "She died several days ago. It's been warm so it was bad. The place was ransacked. Oddly that seemed to have happened after she was dead." "You'd think after you've killed a woman you'd want to leave," I said. "Catfish, you think like the Chief," Mom said. "Once you've beaten a woman to death, you don't go looking for the family silver. You skedaddle. Walker thinks it was an effort to make it look like a robbery." I told her my theory. It made sense to her. I took her home. She mentioned I was beginning to be a good cook. I was pleased. The police were very busy for the next few days. The caught Windom two days later. There was no problem getting an indictment. The Mayor and Black confessed to the scheme. They didn't know about the murder in Wilmington. They had been playing with fire and were lucky to be alive. Buster didn't get into trouble for his body work. He should have reported the accident, but it was minor compared to murder and Chief Walker and the Commonwealth's Attorney felt nearly being burned to death was adequate punishment. Things quieted down after that. Jake got better and I got to a point when I needed to get a real job. I was pondering my future when Chief Walker called Jake and asked if we'd mind some company. Jake was always agreeable, but he told him this was a play night when several of his friends dropped by. "Would you like to join us? We can pool our resources," Jake said. Walker wanted to know if the friends were with the program. Jake assured him they were. Jake's friends were Earl Early, the librarian, Hugo, a gorilla like carpenter, and Barry, a doctor. Since I had been staying with Jake I had expanded his group of friends with Coach Sullivan. Sullivan arrived with Buster and Sonny in tow. Buster had cleaned up his act since his near death experience. Chief Walker arrived with Monte, his Deputy and Maury, the detective from Towson. "Our cup runneth over," Jake said. "Rather than make introductions, let's just get naked and get down to business. We're all here for the same reason, so lets enjoy our selves and get it on." That was agreeable and the men stripped. As far as I could tell, the testosterone level in Jake's bedroom reached record levels. My room was next to his with the bath separating the rooms, so the overflow filled mine too. At first I was worried Mr. Early would be left out. He wasn't a hunk like most of the other men, but I didn't need to worry. Early could take care of him self. When the men stripped they went for the nearest man, rather than hunting for a partner. Mr. Early was next to Maury and Hugo. The two gorillas framed Early who was nearly hairless. Early was well hung and got naked and erect in record time. That was all he needed. The three men got along well. Sullivan hooked up with Monte and Barry. The Chief connected with Sonny and Jake. I was with Buster. Buster had lost some weight during his hospital stay and was looking good. He also wanted a cock in his ass really bad. I helped him with that. Buster is a vocal bottom and everyone knew how much he enjoyed getting fucked and several men took turns. If the truth be strictly told, everyone took a turn or two. Buster was a bull like man and he had the stamina of a bull. He didn't get tired and he didn't lose his enthusiasm one bit. A gang bang sounds crude, but the reality was different. Buster loved it, the fuckers loved it. He was fun to fuck and it was fun to watch him get fucked. Maury got turned on when he discovered Sonny was Buster's son. "Damn you've got a nice one," Sonny remarked as he watched Maury pound Buster. "Does it feel as good as it looks Daddy?" "It sure does, son," Buster replied. "Are you guys lovers?" Maury asked. "Shit no. He's my daddy," Sonny said. "Really?" Hugo was watching the scene. "They really are father and son." "Does it bother you have your son watch you get screwed?" Maury asked. "Why should it? It my ass," Buster explained. "We discovered we like man sex a year or so ago. It was a bit of a shock at first, but we're fine with it now." "It's better to get things in the open than hide them, I think," Sonny said. "Daddy really likes to get fucked. It's good when other men screw him. It's less work for me." With that comment Maury shot off filling Buster's hole with his kosher cream. As if to illustrate the point, Sonny slipped his cock in the quivering hole when Maury vacated it. Maury liked that a lot. Buster's cum filled hole seemed to have inspired an outbreak of fucking. Monte had a good time fucking Coach Sullivan. Monte was all man and Sullivan had no problem taking the 6'-4" policeman's cock. Barry fed Sullivan his cock as Monte filled the coach's ass. This worked out well. Sullivan loved sex, but wasn't much on romance. Barry loved to kiss. Monte and Barry made out while they double teamed Sullivan. Having launched Buster on his merry go round of sex I went off looking more fun. I found Maury in the shower, recharging from his orgasm with Buster. I joined him. A few minutes later he was on my bed and I was in his ass. It was an incredibly easy penetration. When Maury climaxed his entire body relaxed. My cock just slid in without effort. His ass was tight but had already been lubricated. "Who opened you up?" I asked. "That librarian fellow," he replied. "He may not be my type but he's a good fucker and nice guy to boot." "Am I churning some of his cream into Librarian cock butter?" Maury laughed. That was great for my cock. "I guess you are." Everyone was happy and more than satisfied. I continued my deep dick massage as we talked about the case. My theory as to what had happened was correct. The first death was a hit and run. Windom had panicked and fled the scene. Jake's hit and run was planned. Windom was deeply in debt. He would lose his house and everything he owned. "I think he had a nervous breakdown near the end. Killing Mrs. Jones and trying to kill Buster were done in a crazed desire to get rid of incriminating witnesses," Maury explained. Chief Walker joined us. He got to my rear and slipped his cock into my hole. He was taller than me so he lifted me up and bent me over Maury. This pushed my cock as deep as it could be into Maury's hole. Maury loved that. Eventually Maury fucked me as the chief fucked him. After an hour and a half of us playing together in just about every position possible I was feeling really mellow. Maybe my cock and ass would be sore the next day, but now I was experiencing a runner's high. The party faded away as men went home. Jake and I were left with Chief Walker and Monte discussing my future. Actually they were discussing my future while Jake fucked Walker and I fucked Monte. "I hate to say it, but I think Catfish has a future in Law enforcement," Walker said. "He's not your dream traffic cop, but he'd be great undercover." "You have a way of insinuating yourself in situations," Monte said. "You don't look the part, people tell you things they shouldn't." "He sure has a way of insinuating himself into your ass," Jake said. "You need to become a cop, Catfish!" Walker said. Just as he said that I lost it and gave Monte's prostate a warm sperm bath. He moaned and shot off. I took that as an omen.