Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2003 03:47:48 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Yong Catfish 3 Young Catfish 3 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. Bubba and Jake hit it off. When Bubba saw Jake's cock it was as if he had found the Holy Grail. He couldn't decide whether he should suck Jake or me. I was a little afraid he might hurt himself trying to suck both of our cocks at the same time. He gave up in favor of alternating. He was a happy guy. When Bubba was concentrating on Jake, I slipped down and started sucking him. This time I just focused on Bubba's cock head and kept my tongue in the slit. It didn't take me long to realize Bubba was turned on. The first time I sucked him, there was no taste of precum. With Jake's cock in his mouth and me sucking his cock, Bubba started to leak big time. I now recognized how much I liked precum. I had liked Scotty's cock drool and Jake's was okay. Bubba's was good. It seemed the more precum I tasted, the better I liked it. Precum was unexpected when I sucked Scotty the first time. With Bubba, I was trying to coax the sweet cock scum from his balls. Once it started to flow, I went after him big time. Bubba's excitement turned me on. By now he was shivering and twitching. Jake was moaning too, as Bubba nursed his cock. I guessed Jake was close. He shot off. As Jake climaxed, Bubba shot off. The two big men were shooting together. They relaxed after their orgasms and we talked. "It's hard to believe there are other gay guys in town and they have a cock like yours." Bubba said. "I thought I knew them all." "You mean Gene?" I said. "And are you talking about gay guys or big cocks?" "Both guys and cocks. Gene was the biggest I'd run into. There are two guys in the town crew." he said. "One I've known then since High School." "There are others," Jake said. "but not many. I'm sure there are many more, but they're so deep in the closet, they don't do anything. It took me a long time to get up enough nerve to actually do something. It took a while to admit I liked it as much as I did." "I was afraid to do it the first time." Bubba said. "I pretended I was drunk. Actually, I was drunk, just not that drunk." Jake laughed. "Damn, I've been there. I played drunk and pretended I didn't remember the next day." Jake admitted. "Did you find out you were getting drunk with the guy you like to suck pretty often?" Bubba said. "Polecat and I were getting drunk three times a week." "And you were draining his balls every time?" Jake asked with a twinkle in his eye. "You got it." "Been there, done that." Jake said. "I was on the edge of having a drinking problem." Bubba looked uneasy. Jake noticed. "How did you stop?" Bubba asked. "I finally admitted I liked man sex." Jake said. "I can finally admit I love it and there's nothing wrong with sex with men. I'm a good guy; the guys I like are good guys too. There is nothing wrong with it and it sure feels good." "I never thought about it that way." Bubba said. "You like it, don't you?" Jake asked. "You're a nice guy. Do you ever hurt your buddies? Do they like it as much as you?" "They sure do." Bubba said. "They like it as much as I do. I thought it was dirty." "Do you feel dirty?" Jake asked. "Too excited to feel dirty." Bubba said. "I don't think I feel guilty at all. That's what's wrong with me. My mom's a good, church-going woman" "I like it." I added. "Maybe you are supposed to feel guilty or bad, but I sure didn't. I'm pretty sure Scotty didn't either." "You're lucky." Jake said. "I'm not sure morality has much to do with man sex. There is no chance the cum you suck up will make you pregnant. It's just play. Guys helping each other out, enjoying each other's cocks." "It's always so fast." Bubba said. "I never get to enjoy it." "Shit Bubba, I can help you with that." Jake said. "I know how to make it slow, easy and make every moment count." "It would sure be great if you could mess around and not worry about being caught." Bubba said. "This afternoon has been great. I'm always expecting someone to come around the corner and find me with a cock in my gullet." "Well, maybe I can help you with that. I've got a fishing cabin." Jake said. "We can get together sometime. It's out of the way and really private." "I'll be glad to attend and even sign up for your sex lessons!" I said. "You're too young!" Jake said decisively. "I'm not a cradle robber." "Damn, Uncle Jake, I look like I'm 30." I complained, "I'm going fucking bald!" Jake laughed. "I'll admit, you're the hairiest and best hung thing ever found in a cradle!" Jake said, still laughing. "But you're still a kid." "My cum's as good as any guys!" I got him there. "Don't think of it as sex. It's education!" Everyone laughed at that. Bubba attached himself to Jake's cock and we settled into a heavy-duty suck session. Fifteen minutes later, I was a pound lighter and Bubba was a pound heavier. There wasn't a drop of cum left in my body. Bubba and Jake had to leave. This was the first night I had ever spent alone in my house. Scotty came over. I made dinner and impressed him with my ability to cook a hamburger. That was a culinary height he couldn't conceive of as yet. I told him of my adventures with Bubba and Alden. He thought it was great, but he didn't think I could be comfortable until Alden was safely in the Marines and a long way away. I had to agree with him. I told him of my talk with Jake and mentioned the fishing cabin "Do you think Jake will ask us?" Scotty asked. "I'd love to get together again." "Well, he said he wasn't a cradle robber," I replied, "but I'm not sure he was sincere about it. I have a suspicion good sex is good sex wherever you find it. Maybe Jake is real selective, but I kind of doubt it." "I know he likes me. He told me so. He said, I was a first rate cocksucker." Scotty said. "When he said it, I thought he was insulting me, but when I looked at him, I realized he was sincere. It was funny. Guys call other guys cocksuckers all the time. I have never thought of it as a compliment before." "You are good, Scotty." I said. "Have you been practicing and not telling me?" Scotty looked a bit sheepish. "Gene is good at it. He has no problem with cradle robbing. I'm 17, but I sure feel like an adult." Scotty replied. "He never mentions other guys though. He's not a kiss and tell kind of guy." He paused. "Do you like doing it as much as I do?" "I think I do." "A lot?" "I don't think you could like it more than I do." I said. "I liked when we messed around, but when we got together with Gene and Jake it got better. It seems to me the more you do, the better it gets." "That's they way I see it." Scotty replied. "I've been talking with Gene. He says we have just scratched the surface. There are a lot more things. He wants to show me. Are you interested?" "Hell yes." I said, "What's his plan?" "I don't think there's a plan yet, but I will tell him you are interested and we'll see what happens." Scotty said. Mom called and told me all was well. I told her Scotty was with me and Jake had stopped by earlier. That pleased her, but she seemed distant. "How is Mrs. Robertson?" "She's fine. It doesn't look good, Catfish." Mom said. I knew what that meant. Scotty and I watched some videos that night and sucked some afterwards. The next few days were uneventful. Bubba did get his brother to join the Marines. That was a load off my mind. I took care of our house and helped with the Robertso's. Mr Robertson was commuting back in forth to Richmond, and what spare time he had was spent with his kids. I was working at the gas station and going to school. Strangely my grades got better. Not having a moment of free time made me plan ahead and things got done. Mr. Edland, my math teacher was actually nice to me. "I think you're growing up, Catfish." he said. Mr. Robertson's sister, Mrs. Wooten, came to help with the children. At first I thought she was mean, but we got along well. She was shy and worried sick about her sister-in law. It turned out she was smart and she soon got the lay of the land. Her son, Don, came with her. He was in his second year of college and he was supposed to help with the house. He went to one of those strange colleges with an odd schedule and he was off for the fall. Don was a nice guy, but he knew as much about house repair as his Uncle, Mr. Robertson, which is to say "shit". He was willing, but he didn't know diddley squat. He also wasn't very good at it. Don had ten thumbs. Don and I got along well, but he and Scotty really hit it off. Mr. Robertson was away when they had the fire. It wasn't a big one, but it damaged the kitchen and the maid's quarters. A toaster shorted out and caught the curtains on fire. There was smoke damage, but nothing serious. Don caught it early. He called the fire department and tried to put the fire out. Mrs. Wooten took the kids to Richmond to see their mother and get them out of the house during the clean up. Sadie, Don and I were delegated as the clean up crew. Uncle Jake and Scotty joined us being good guys. Officially Sadie was in charge, but Jake ran the show. Don was well meaning, but helpless, but under Jake's instruction Don actually got a lot done. Jake expected you to do what you were told and was a good judge of character. He seemed to know peoples' limits and strengths. My boss at the Gas Station let me off to help. Bubba and his friend Polecat came over at night to do any needed heavy lifting. They were members of the Volunteer Fire Department, so they were good about fire cleanup. The town let him use its dump truck in off hours. Bubba was no brain surgeon, but he was a hard worker. His brother had joined the Marines, but hadn't left town yet and Bubba was leaving nothing to chance. He figured his brother would stay away form the house when he was helping. Sadie was proud as she could be of her younger son. She thought he was being patriotic. Mr. Robertson dropped by to see what we were doing. He was grateful and polite, but distracted. Scotty told him, we would have the place looking like new by the time Mrs. Robertson got out of the hospital. Mr. Robertson almost cried. I knew what that meant and that things were really bad. We were done on Saturday morning. Jake had found some paperhangers who would paper the damaged rooms over the weekend, so the house would be ready when Mrs. Wooten returned with the children. I don't want to sound stupid, but I totally missed the growing relationship between Scotty, Jake and Don. They all got along well, but I had no idea how well. "Well boys, we all deserve some time off." Jake announced. "How about an afternoon fishing?" "That sure sounds good to me." Scotty said. "I've never fished." Don said. He sounded a bit uncertain. "Don't worry." Jake said. "I'll teach you all you need to know." I don't know how I knew, but Jake wasn't talking about fishing." "I love to fish. Can I bring Polecat?" Bubba asked. "The more the merrier!" Jake replied. "As a matter of fact, your friend Gene is already there. Don't worry though, he's the worst fisherman in the world. There will be enough fish left for a good afternoon. I'm going to run by the store and get some stuff for lunch. Let's meet at my cabin in an hour. Do you all know where it is? " Everyone but Bubba knew where it was. An hour or so later we were at Jake's cabin. Jake greeted us when we drove up. He was wearing shorts, boots and nothing else, but a wide brimmed hat. Don was staring at him. He liked what he saw. Jake laughed. "Did I tell you the dress code here is a bit informal? To tell you the truth, I'm overdressed compared to my normal attire here." "Hat and boots only?" Scotty suggested. Jake bellowed in laughter. "You've got it! We're all boys here. No need to be modest!" Jake replied." "Jake, you've got nothing to be modest about!" Bubba said, emerging from the cabin. He was wearing cut off jeans and no shirt. He was barrelchested and tanned. "Come on in and have a beer. The smell of beer on a man's breath attracts the fishs!" We went inside. There was beer and a plate of sandwiches. Polecat was eating. "Mighty good sandwiches, Jake. You've got a knack." Polecat said. I didn't know Polecat's real name. He was 5-4 and really muscular, with black, curly hair and a white stripe running through the middle, hence the name. He was wearing gym shorts and no underwear. He was a nice guy, but not as smart as Bubba. His body was hairy too and the white stripe ran down the middle of his back. "Grab a sandwich and get more comfortable boys." Jake instructed. It was a hot day, so we sat on the screen porch overlooking the pond. A car drove up. It was Gene and a friend. I did a double take when I recognized the friend. It was Captain Johns, the Chief of Police. "Jake, what's this? A pledge session?" Johns asked, as he entered the cabin. "I guess you could describe it that way." Jake answered. "Do you know everyone here? Bubba, Polecat you know, my nephew, Catfish?" "You're the keeper?" Johns asked, with a smile. I couldn't believe everyone in town knew the story. "That's him. Scotty's his friend and Don's Mr. Robertson's nephew." Jake continued. "Everyone here is a member of the fraternity. Johns was a big bear of a man, 6-4 and 275 pounds. He stripped off his shirt and exposed a barrel chest and a body which had once been muscular. He was over weight, but still solid. He was bald, but his body was covered in pepper and salt hair. "Bubba, how in hell did you get that good for nothing brother of yours to join the Marines?" he asked. "I'd rather not say." Bubba answered. "I don't think I can tell you now." "Well, you've done the town a service, whatever you did." the Chief replied. "I've got a couple of other guys who could use the same treatment. Jake, what's the plan for the afternoon?" "What were you hoping for?" "Gene told me it was to be an afternoon of fishing and beer drinking." the Chief said. "I was hoping for an afternoon of no hole barred man sex." "No beer?" Polecat asked, with a worried look on his face. Everyone burst out laughing. "I think we can work-in the beer." Jake said, still laughing. "And I'm pretty sure we can have some man sex. I'm not 100% sure about no holes barred. Some of these boy still have their learner's permit." "Shit, Jake. If you, Gene and I can't give these guys some solid practice time, no one can." Captain Johns said. "I'll be glad to give them the driver's test." "Have a beer and some lunch, then we can get down to business." Jake said.