Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 12:18:18 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Young Catfish 2 Young Catfish 2 By Bald Hairy Man This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. Catfish's later life is covered in Play Pen and Millennium Construction Company. Gene and Jake said, it would take a while for them to get up to speed, but it didn't take that much time. Gene sucked me and I was a lot closer to shooting than I thought. When I popped he gently licked the underside of my cock head while the cum spurted into his mouth. The spot where the foreskin attaches to the head is really sensitive. I had never felt anything that good in my life. Jake took Scotty and my friend must have shot off the second Jake's tongue touched his cock. I felt a little sheepish after my orgasm, but Gene kept on sucking. It was really tender and I continued to shoot little bursts of cum. That was good. Gene finally pulled off. Jake was looking at us approvingly. "Catfish, Gene always finishes you off." Jake said. "He sucks until you are totally drained and not a single drop of sperm is left. It feels good and is neat too. You don't need to worry about a wet spot on your pants when you go home, after Gene has worked you over. You're dry as a desert." "Are you and Gene lovers?" Scotty asked. "I'm not sure that's the right word, is it Gene?" "We're good friends and sex buddies." Gene said. "We've known each other for a long while. Pals is the right word, I think." "Man sex isn't like screwing with women." Jake added. "There are no babies to worry about, no marriage in the future, it's no strings fun. Men are less moody, more willing to play when the urge strikes." "My wife used sex as a weapon. It was a means to get her way." Gene said. "We fooled around before we were married and she never let me forget that until the day we were married. Then it changed. Once we had the kids her interest in sex dropped to zilch. My sex drive didn't and thank God, Jake's didn't either." "Your Aunt El has always been a difficult woman. Not bad, mind you, just difficult." Jake said. "She was brought up to be a lady and in her family sex wasn't a part of being a lady. She also has plumbing problems. Cocks are just hanging out for all to see. El is a one non-stop series of infections, blockages and God knows what else. We didn't mess around before we got married and that was a mistake." "How was that?" I asked. "My dick doesn't fit right. It's too big." Jake said. "I'm not sure El could enjoy it even if she would let herself. It may sound stupid, but at least man-to-man sex is just that, sex. It isn't a way to get a husband, or have a family. For men it's pure fun." Gene laughed. "At least if you have a bad blow job, you don't need to marry the guy!" he said. "Good sex is the objective, not a duty. If it doesn't workout, you're out a load of sperm and there seems to be an unending supply of that. You can say goodbye and that's all there is to that." "You make it sound so good, I'm surprised anyone had sex with women." Scotty said. "Most guys like it." Jake said. "Truthfully, I never enjoyed sex until Gene. I had some blow jobs before I met Gene, but he was the first, "let's get naked and get it on" man sex I ever had. Damn it was good. It was a bit hard to get use to at first." "Why?" I asked. "You need to let go. There's no way to hide how you are feeling." Jake said. "You never know what a woman is feeling, everything is inside. Cocks can't lie. If you're excited, it's hard. It oozes precum. It spurts cum. With cocks everything is clear. When you are sucking cock you have a minute-by-minute thermometer of what your partner is feeling. I don't know about you, but I like to keep my feelings to myself. You can't hide that from a guy sucking on your cock. That took some getting use to." "Do you remember Barry?" Gene asked. "He was cool as a cucumber. Pretended he had no interest in sex at all. Except, he stopped by regularly for a blowjob, of course. Jake broke him." "What do you mean?" Scotty asked. "He was a good looking guy, the Army recruiter. He hated fags, was a bit nasty and rude." Gene explained. "Except when he wanted a blow job. If he had a beer or two he would get a hankering for man sex. I was living alone in a small apartment on Maple Street after my divorce , so he would come by and get serviced. Every time he did it, I would swear I wouldn't do it again." "But you did?" Scotty asked. "I sure did." Gene admitted. "Barry must have had a seventh sense about when I was horny and wanted cock. It was uncanny. He seemed to know when I needed it." "What happened?" I asked. "Well, it's a long story." Jake replied. "I need to get home, let's save it for another day." Gene looked at his watch. "Shit! I have an appointment in a half hour." he exclaimed. "I assume you boys wouldn't mind getting together again?" We nodded. "I'll keep an eye out for you." he said. We broke up and went home. I was hoping we would get together really soon, but that wasn't to be. The next few months were a mess. Jake's wife, Aunt El got sick and he had to spend most of his free time with her. My Mom helped out, but it wasn't easy. Mom did it for Jake and muttered things about earning her angel's wings. El was never very nice and bad health didn't help at all. As her health declined, so did her attitude. Jake had to work all day lumbering and then take care of El all night. Mom came by every morning before her shift at the hospital and then again after. I got to do all the housework and cooking as well as school and my job at the gas station. "You know, Catfish," Mom said. "If your Aunt El could say thank you one fucking time, I would be happy." I had no idea Mom knew the "f" word. Things were that bad. Finally El wore herself down with bitching and died. I went to the funeral and never heard so many people say, "It was a blessing" in my life. Life returned to normal for a month, then turned bad again. Mrs. Robertson got sick. It was bad from as soon as they found it. At that time, no one in polite society mentioned what she had, but Mom was a nurse, so I knew our neighbor had cancer. She was young and it didn't seem possible she could be as sick as Mom said. They had done a test and she was "eaten up with it." Mom did the night and morning thing, but Mr. Robertson had found an experimental treatment that might work. It was available only in Richmond, so Mom got leave from the Hospital and was to go with Mrs. Robertson to Richmond as a private nurse. Mr. Robertson got a housekeeper to stay with his kids and he commuted back and forth to Richmond and the bank. The housekeeper was Sadie Miller. She was a nice woman and loved the Robertson's daughters and young son as if they were her own. That made sense since Sadie's son, Billings, was no good at all. He was two years ahead of me in school and nothing but trouble. Alden took to hanging around the house and one day I saw him leaving with a Chinese vase. I remembered it from the library. I told Sadie and vase came back. A day or two later this big guy came up to me on the street in front of my house and asked if I was Catfish. I said yes. "Are you the one who caught my bother taking the stuff ?" I figured I was a goner. I can be mean, but this guy must have been a good 275 pounds, all of which looked like muscle. "I sure am." I said. Backing down isn't my strong suit. "If he does that again, you tell me." he said. "I'll get the stuff back and beat the shit out of that asshole. Just don't tell Mom. He's driving her crazy already." "That sounds fair to me." I said. "Where can I find you?" "I work for the Town. I'm usually digging a hole somewhere." "Is it okay if I beat him up if I catch him." I asked. "Be my guest. You look a little small to do it, but if you can beat some sense into him, you're welcome." he said. "I'm Bubba." We shook hands. "Nice to meet you Bubba. You seem okay and your Momma's great, where in hell did Alden come from?" "After my Dad died, Mom married a guy who turned out to be a con man. Dad wasn't no brain surgeon, but at least we were never crooked." the big man said. He paused and took a long look at me. "Is that story about why they call you Catfish true?" he asked. "About it being a "keeper"?" "Yeah, that story." Bubba said. "I've got a friend who says it's true." "What friend is that?" "I don't know if I should say." he whispered. He paused, then said, "Gene." I smiled. "Well, Gene should know." I said. "Why don't we go in my house a talk a bit?" "That sounds good to me." Bubba said. Just inside the door, Bubba grabbed my crotch. "I had a feeling you weren't interested in talking." I said. "I'm dumb as shit, but I can suck like a vacuum cleaner." the big man said. "You don't have to do anything." Bubba was right. He did suck like a vacuum. He sucked on my cock for a good two hours. I just lay back and relaxed. Eventually we got on my bed and I gave him a lick or two. At first I thought his cock was three inches long and six inches in diameter. I think it was 6 by six when I was done with it. He had a gigantic cock head on a thick shaft. The piss slit must have been three quarters of an inch wide. I got my tongue deep in the slit and was licking the inside of his cum tunnel, coaxing precum from his balls. Bubba never shot off. He loved my cock. Bubba was a true size queen and my cock met all of his needs and then some. I came once, but Bubba wouldn't let me up. He kept on sucking until I shot off again. I tried to go again and he begged for one more load. I agreed. It was a long, but pleasurable wait. Finally I had to get to work and Bubba let me go. He asked, "Can I come back?" "Sure," I said, "Just keep your brother in line. Next time you come here I want to see you shoot." "It's hard for me to cum." Bubba replied. "Save up and give me a good taste." I said as Bubba left. When Mom went off to Richmond with Mrs. Robertson I was supposed to go to stay with my Aunt Becky. I said, I wanted to stay and keep an eye on things. Having Alden prowling around the neighborhood made me feel uncomfortable. Mom had to admit, I could take care of the house and myself , so she reluctantly agreed. "I'll ask Uncle Jake to check up on you though." She said. "I trust you, but I'm no fool." I said, Uncle Jake was fine with me. "Uncle Jake is a good guy." I said. "He is." Mom added. "I had no idea what living with Aunt El was like. It must have been a nightmare for him. Suddenly being alone after all those years can be a real problem, even with someone as difficult as El. See if there is something you two can do together. He's a lot older, but he's been a trooper." "Don't worry Mom, Jake and I will work things out." And that we did. Mr. Robertson took his wife and Mom to Richmond Saturday morning. They wanted to run tests before starting the treatment on Monday. Before she left, Mrs. Robertson reminded me about completing High School. I was doing better in school by then and I told her it wasn't a problem anymore. As they drove away I caught a glimpse of Alden, hiding behind a bush. I knew Sadie was planning to take the Robertson kids to a movie to distract them from their Mom's situation. I had a hunch about what Alden was up to. I didn't know it then, but the ability to guess what the criminal mind would do next turned out to be useful to me. Much to everyone's surprise I became a prison guard, then a cop and eventually got to own a security service. The window in my bedroom gave me a good view of the Robertson's back yard. I could lie on the bed and have a bird's eye view of the property. The matinee started at 2:00 and I watched as Sadie loaded the station wagon and then went off to the double feature. I was hardly settled in my bedroom when the door bell rang. It was Jake. "I was in town shopping." he said. "I thought I would drop in." "Come in and let's get to my bedroom." I said. "I wasn't planning on that!" Jake said. I laughed. "It's not that. I'm watching the Robertson's house. Alden Miller is on the prowl and I want to catch him." I explained. We went up to my bedroom. I told him of my history with Alden. "I don't think he'd be so stupid as to rob the house the day they left." Jake said. "That boy is a bad one, but he can't be that stupid." "I wouldn't want to bet the farm on that." I said. I saw a movement in the bushes. It was Alden. I motioned for Jake to come over. "I'll be damned! He is that stupid." Jake whispered. Alden got out and tried to walk casually toward the Robertson's back door. He was fiddling with his pockets and as he got nearer, he pulled out a key. He entered the house and we waited. He was inside for about ten minutes. He came out with a filled laundry bag. Just as he did, a town truck drove up. Alden couldn't see that as he casually walked across the yard toward his hiding place in the bushes. Suddenly a huge figure, moving like a bat out of hell streaked across the yard and tackled Alden. The laundry bag went flying, spreading silver across the yard. Jake and I raced downstairs and into the yard. Apparently Bubba could read his brother's mind too. He was beating the shit out of Alden. We separated them. "I'll get you. I'll charge you with assault!" Alden was screaming. Bubba was mumbling something about killing the asshole with his bare hands. Uncle Jake took charge. "Do you really want the police involved? There's a lot of silver that doesn't belong to you lying around the yard." Jake said calmly. "What's she going to need it for, she's going to be dead soon enough!" Alden cried. Jake punched Alden in the gut, winding the thief. "Someone had better learn to keep his mouth shut before he makes someone else real mad." Jake was perfectly calm, there was no sign of anger. It was scary. "Catfish, take the silver back in the house. Bubba, lets you and me have a little heart to heart with your brother in a quiet place. I gathered the silver together and went into the house. Alden was a messy thief and had made no effort to hide anything. The big sideboard in the dining room was bare except for the dust. I put most of the stuff back where it belonged. When I got home, Alden was snivelling. "Catfish, Alden just told me he wants to join the Marines." Jake said. "You can't make me!" the thief whined. "You know your mother would die of shame if she found out about this. If word got out you were robbing the home of a dying woman, you might not just be the most popular guy around town." Jake said quietly. "I'm not even sure a jury would convict Bubba if he actually did kill you. If the jury heard what you were trying to do, they might just think it was pest control, not murder." I don't think Jake was serious about this, but the idea seemed to brighten Bubba. "Come to think of it, Uncle Jake," I said, "the Marines are tough, but not as tough as prison, or getting killed. An all expenses paid way to see the world. It's beginning to sound as if it is a good alternative to me." Alden glowered at me. He was trapped and he knew it. "Bubba, do you think you could make sure he gets to the recruiting station on Monday." Jake asked. "It just happens to be my day off." Bubba said. "Momma will be real proud of you, joining the Marines and all. She'll be real proud." "Why don't you go home and think about packing." Jake said. "You beat me up bad!" Alden whined. "How do I explain that?" "That was a terrible fall you took." I suggested. "You need to be really careful on stairs." Alden left, limping. "You won't tell Mom will you?" Bubba asked. "No need to if he does what he's supposed to do." Jake answered. "Don't worry about that. I can handle my brother. He's scared shitless now." He paused. "I'm Bubba Miller, that good-for-nothing's brother." "Jake, Catfish's uncle. Glad you were here to help." Bubba had been looking over Jake and his gaze had just focused on Jake's crotch. Jake wore boxers. The outline of his monster cock was clearly visible on his pants. Bubba didn't exactly drool, but he was really close. He looked at my crotch and saw mine, then back at Jake. "Damn!" He muttered. Jake looked at me. "Bubba's a member of the club." I said. "He likes them big." "Looks like this may be your lucky day." Jake said. "It looks that way to me too." Bubba replied.