Date: Fri, 26 Aug 2005 19:07:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Good Boys, Bad Boys 7 Good Boys, Bad Boys 7 By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and jettisoned a good deal of common sense too. It follows on my earlier story, Preaching to the Choir and Wilson's Hollow. You also might read Alcazar. These are not required reading, but it might help you to get to know the characters better. If you have any suggestions or comments, please e-mail me. After the afternoon events, Catfish drove me over to my host families home. They were supposed to be out of town for the day, but Vince DeSoto was home. He was a retired fireman. His daughter and grand daughter lived with him. The girl, Cindy, was my age, but we soon discovered she and I had no common interests. Vince and I got along well. I told him about the confusion about the interview and he was annoyed. He thought it reflected badly on the University to get me to an interview and have no back up plan. "I know babies come at inconvenient times, but they should have had a plan. You did come from England for God's sake," he complained, "What did you do for the rest of the day?" I gave him a sanitized account of site seeing in downtown. "Who was that who brought you home?" he asked. "I was wandering back in this direction and this man offered me a ride," I said. "His name was Catfish." "Catfish Noland, the detective?" Vince asked. "I don't know what he does," I answered. When I looked at Vince, I realized he knew Catfish. He was looking at me in an odd way. "Is he a big man around town?" "I would guess he's the biggest small man I've ever met," he replied. I wasn't positive, but I suspected we were taking about the same thing. "How do you know him?" I asked. "He's famous," Vince replied. "He's been involved in some well known cases. Do you remember hearing about the bombing a few years ago? He solved that one." "I remember that. It was covered extensively in Britain since it resembled some of the I.R.A. bombings," I said. "Have you met him?" "Not professionally, thank God. I've never been a suspect," he replied. "We were in the same health club for a while." He paused, then spoke slowly. "Catfish stood out." I didn't reply immediately, but then I said, "He certainly is proof that big things can come in small packages." When I looked Vince in the eye, I knew we were talking about the same thing. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen." "Catfish and I got along well," Vince said. The phone rang. He went to answer the phone. It was his daughter. She had gone to visit a sick Aunt and decided to stay over and meet with her Aunt's doctors in the morning. "We'll be bachelors for the night," Vince said when we returned. "I guess that's no thrill for you, but it's nice not to be hen pecked for one evening." Vince got along well with his daughter, but had troubles with Cindy. A second later the phone rang again. This time it was a friend. Apparently the man taught at the university and Vince complained about my cursory interview. "That was Jonathan Converse, Dr. Jonathan Converse. He's the head of Graduate Admission at the University," Vince announced. "He's going to look into your situation." "I'm not sure there is a situation," I said. "I really don't want to make trouble." "We're invited over to his place for dinner," Vince said. "I've got to take a shower. We'll leave in a half hour." I took a shower too. I have to admit whatever the strengths and weaknesses of American culture might be, American plumbing is unsurpassed. My family has an older house and my father tended to be a traditionalist. Vince and I were on the way to Dr. Converse's house on time. Vice was always on time. "Jonathan knows Catfish too," he said as we got in the car. "We all met at that health club I mentioned, the Alcazar." Dr. Conversed live in a high rise apartment house. We parked and went up to his apartment. Dr. Converse was a good 6'-4" tall, bald and bearded and had a deep bass voice. He looked like a stage version of a college professor. He looked intimidating but proved to be personable. He was interested in me and the Choir and steered the conversation in a direction I was comfortable with. I wouldn't have thought Vice was interested in singing, but he was an opera buff, so the conversation flowed easily. Dinner was simple, but good. After dinner, Vince brought up Catfish's name again. "Simon ran into our old friend Catfish this afternoon," Vince remarked. When he mentioned Catfish, I felt some tension in the room. "He a remarkable person, isn't he." Jonathan said. "Deceptive, in the best possible way. Looking at him you'd never guess he's as bright as he is. He's so small, but . . ." "Hung like a horse," I said, filling in the blank. Vince and Jonathan laughed. "Well, I see you did get to meet and know Catfish," Jonathan said. "I trust it was an exciting experience." "How well do you know him?" I asked. "Very well, I have to confess I met him first at the Alcazar, and it was a year before I saw him with clothes on," Jonathan said. "He's a character, but as straight as an arrow, with the exception of his sexual drive. If he didn't say please and thank you, he'd be a sex manic." "I assume you enjoyed it?" Vince asked. "It was more than enjoy," I replied. "You could say it was a penetrating experience." Vince looked shocked. "You took it?" he asked. I nodded. "I did it with him once." he said, "It was more of an interesting experience for me than a sexual one." "I never took it myself. I watched Catfish fucking a few times. That was close enough for me," Jonathan said. "Simon, I'm afraid you're in a den of tops. Both Vice and I take the high road. Did you really enjoy it?" "It was my first time, but it was good." I said. "He said I was a size queen with an ass as big as my eyes." Both men laughed. "That is a genuine Catfishism," Vince remarked. "You are a size queen?" "I don't know. This meeting today was accidental," I replied. "I'd never thought much about cock size before. I was so happy to find any cock. I took what I could get. I didn't think it would fit, but it wasn't a problem." "I have a question for you. Have you been able to sort out your feelings yet? Do you feel violated?" Jonathan asked. "I don't know exactly what I'm feeling, but I know violated isn't on the list of feelings," I said. "In some ways it's been as if I was seeing the world in black and white, and suddenly discovered technicolor. It's odd. I never considered taking a cock in my behind before. Now it feels as if it was the single element lacking from my life." "I was about you age when I had my first intense sexual experience. It was with an old friend, Freddy Button. We had been messing around some and took it up a level," Jonathan said. "Given that we weren't very good at it, it turned out well. Freddy joined the navy. We ran into each other a few years ago. He told me his time with me in his ass were the best experiences in his life." "I hope you made up for lost time," Vince said. Jonathan smiled. "We did. It was three years ago. We only had a weekend at out high school reunion. I stayed hard for hours. On the first night I was in his ass five times. Shot off each time too. Truthfully, I didn't know I still had it in me." "Freddy sounds like me," I said. "That's the way I feel." "By the way, Simon. Did you know Vince's nick name in the Fire Department was Fire Hose?" Jonathan asked. I smiled. "We're both well equipped." "Can I see?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't have asked that. They would think I was a slut. Vince looked at Jonathan and the two men laughed. "Said like a true teenager!" Vince said. "I assume Catfish gave you his line not to start something you can't finish?" "He did and I had no problem finishing it," I said. "He's used that line before?" "He sure has," Vince replied. "He always says please and thank you and gives fair warning of coming events. Did I mention Jonathan and I are tops?" I nodded. "Never underestimate the sex drive of a teenage boy," Jonathan said. "Let's adjourn to the bed room." We went to the bedroom and stripped. When I got there, I realized I was getting naked with old men. Vince had a white beard and as much hair on his chest and body as in his head. His skin was pink and pale. He was a polar bear of a man, but he was hung like a horse. His nick name, Fire Hose, was appropriate. His cock was long and tubular. Uncut, his head hardly made a bulge in the skin. Jonathan was a bigger man, with dark hair on his chest and a deep tan. He spent a lot of time in the sun. He told me later he worked on his parent's farm in the country. His balls were huge, but his cock seemed to be mostly cock head. The outline of a big mushroom was clearly visible in the foreskin. I couldn't decide what to do. Jonathan solved the problem. He got on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I fondled Vince, then bent over and worked on the fire hose. It was a good cock to suck, long, but not too thick. Jonathan was a great sucker. He nursed my cock to life. While he was delicate, his technique was effective. I became increasingly excited. Vince did his bit too. The fire hose was a wonder. It was impressive soft. As it got hard, it became positively monumental. The cock was thicker than I thought at first, but the real surprise was the way it reacted. Vince was a leaker. A non stop flow of precum oozed from his member. I hadn't focused on pre cum, but as it drooled from Vince's cock I came to love it. I found ways to milk it. Vince's cock was a solid tube of man meat. It wasn't covered in veins and hair like Catfish's member. Vince was very responsive, so if he liked it, I knew. In spite of it size, I could deep throat it. We all got on the bed and traded partners. There was no way in hell I could deep throat Jonathan. He was thick like Catfish, but with an even bigger cock head. I had to lick it from the side. His slit was a half inch wide and I could get my tongue into the cum tunnel. We traded places a few times. It was leisurely and pleasurable. It was good to be relaxed during sex. I had shot off earlier in the day, so I wasn't driven to have an orgasm. Vince made the move to intensify the sex. "Did you really take Catfish's donkey dong?" he asked. "That I did, and I enjoyed it," I replied. "Enjoyment is the problem for me," he said. "I always like it, but when it hurts my partner, that turns me off. It's hard to find men who can take it and love it." "My problem is science projects," Jonathan added. "I run into men who want to try it to see how it feels, or to see if they can take it. I like to top, but not as a fraternity initiation. It's intercourse, not a learning experience." "Well, there's no way to know unless we try it," I said. Vince smiled. "Vince, you go first, I like sloppy seconds," Jonathan said. "The more open Simon is, the better it will be for me. Do you have a position you like?" he asked of me. "Not yet. It's all new." I said. I was on the bed and Vince stuck a finger in my ass. "You're already lubricated!" he exclaimed. "That is from this afternoon. It took a tube full of lube to get Catfish in," I said. "He shot in my ass too. Does that bother you?" "Hell no," Vince replied. "I think of cum as organic ball bearings. It makes the cock slip in easier. Lie back and let's get this train out of the station." The coated his cock in lubricant and hoisted my legs onto his shoulders. My ass resisted. "Open up for me baby. Open up. Invite me into your ass. Open those ass lips and let me in. The sooner you do it, the better it will be." Vince said in encouragement. "You're getting there. I can feel your ass giving way. Pretend your taking a shit and push out." I tried that and a second later his entire cock was in my ass. It didn't actually hurt, but I was winded. My eyes blurred over and it was hard to breathe. He pulled out, then he rammed me again. This time he let me recover. As soon as I could breathe again, he began making a jiggling motion with his cock. It had been uncomfortable and he jiggled until his cock found just the right place. I was pretty well out of it when it slipped into a grove and I moaned in pleasure. "That's it baby," Vince whispered. "Don't be shy about letting me know what you like. If you like it, I'll like it too." Once his cock was in the right place, Vince could do no wrong. He could be rough or he could be tender. It all felt good to me. His fucking technique was almost hypnotic. He'd repeat the same movement until I was almost going crazy, then he switched to another movement. He seemed to know when I was close to shooting off. That's when he'd change. I closed my eyes and let him run things. I was almost asleep when Jonathan switched places with Vince. Vince would pull entirely out to re lubricate his cock. During one of these lubricating sessions they traded places. I was so open, there was only a twinge when the massive cock head popped through my sphincter. Vince's fire hose was smooth and featureless. Once the head was in it was a smooth road deep into my behind. I think that's why it was so restful. Behind Jonathan's huge cock head, the shaft was like a balloon, constricted at each end. The head stretched me to the breaking point, then my ass relaxed, grabbing the cock head just inside the sphincter. As he pushed it in, the shaft stretched me wider, and then diminished in diameter as he went deeper. There was no way to relax since his fuck tool was continuously changing shape. Vince's love pole was like the surf, powerful and regular. Jonathan's cock was exciting. It was more like a roller coaster ride. Every thrust was different. His huge knob would rub new parts of my ass as soon as I got used to it in another place. I enjoyed it, but not as much as Vince and Jonathan did. I spent the night with them. The sex was continuous until midnight. I fell asleep with Vince in my ass. When I woke, it was Jonathan's cock rubbing my prostate. The night had been enjoyable, the morning was fantastic. Vince built up slowly until he had a explosive orgasm. Then Jonathan entered my cum filled hole and did the same. I was so relaxed they had no trouble entering me, but my ass lining must have been sensitized. Every movement they made was out of this world for me .