Date: Sun, 4 Mar 2018 10:44:32 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish Goes to Sea 4

Catfish Goes to Sea 4
By Bob Archman

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
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Back at my office I gave Helen the new information. She had been to bed and
just got to the office. She was afraid her night hours were getting to be
too much for Bud who insisted that she not work alone at night. My new
information was like adrenaline for her.

Johnson gave me a call and asked me for dinner that evening. He said a few
friends were coming over and I might like them. One of the men was into
beach front development and he might be helpful.

"I'm still playing Silverbeard. Will I scare them?" I asked.

Johnson laughed. "At first, but they will come around. A walk on the wild
side might do them some good," he added.

Johnson lived in a house overlooking the James in an exclusive
neighborhood. It was hidden from the road, and you went down what looked
like a garage driveway to get to his house. From the front, the house
looked like a standard small Colonial, but it had three wings wrapped
around a pool. It had a formal entrance and living rooms flanked by an
ultra-modern kitchen and master bedroom-exercise area.

Johnson's friends tended to be slim, elegant men who had massive trust
funds. I keep a very low media profile, but Catfish & Company does a lot of
work for cultural institutions. We also do hush-hush work for wealthy men
with blackmail problems. His guest didn't know me, but they knew of me.

People usually describe me as short, ugly man with one leg. Those who know
me well add horse hung to the list. The oldest man there, Joshua was the
retired founder of the largest real estate firm in the city.

He was cordial. "I think my late wife knew you. Are you the man who helped
with her school, St Cecelia's Academy, a few years ago?" he asked. I said
that was me. "She described you as being not conventionally attractive. I
had no idea what that meant, but I understand now."



"To tell you the truth, the word attractive, doesn't pop up much in
descriptions of me," I said. He laughed.



A muscular, younger man named Peter came over to us. Joshua introduced me
to him. We talked, and then Joshua told him I had lost my leg saving a girl
from rape. Peter was a patron of Tony's restaurant where the attempted rape
occurred, so Peter knew the whole story but didn't know me. The third guest
was Miller Smith, a middle-aged developer. He seemed like an average,
slightly dumpy man. He wasn't unattractive, but he didn't strike you as
being attractive either.



Johnson was successful and wealthy. He knew everyone, was intelligent and
got along with a range of men and women. He was helpful and knew how to
compromise and make mutually beneficial deals. He wasn't the hard driving,
developer type; he was the lubricant that made deals work. He was very
social, a patron of the arts, affable and a good golfer. He was often the
escort for socially prominent women, and a good man to have in your
foursome at the club championship.



I knew he was 100% gay, but few knew or cared. He attracted wealthy,
well-connected, closet cases. He was a safe, totally discrete and
dependable playmate. When your wife went to visit her sister, you could
drop in for some stress relief. As far as anyone knew, you were discussing
the club's greens with Johnson. Peter was an up and coming lawyer. Miller's
wife was taking care of her father who had a stroke.



For a moment I thought I was an interesting sideshow for the amusement of
Johnson's other guests. That wasn't Johnson's thing. His success was based
on finding men who were mutually beneficial. Miller wasn't exactly a
developer. He was an advance man, a scout. He sought out potential projects
or investigated a project's viability. He was unimpressive, and no one
guessed he was a developer. They told him things.



When he found a potential project, Miller told Johnson or Joshua. Peter was
a lawyer with a MBA. He did an in-depth investigation of the finances and
political aspects of projects. While the men were interested in successful
projects, they also provided an excuse for sexual connections between the
men. When they were working on a deal, that deal included exchange of manly
fluids.



They did encounter some situations that needed some criminal
investigation. They needed a discrete man for that sort of work. They were
thinking of adding Catfish & Company to the team. I later realized I was at
the dinner to see if I could contribute to the sexual component of the
group



We had a good dinner and conversation. We talked about how to drop the
value of a property to get it at a discount. Miller said the current way
was to use a cyber-attack to ruin a motel's reputation. Strong arm tactics
were old school. I asked if there were some who like old school
intimidation. He said that some preferred the old techniques. They were
worried their computers would be hacked.



"Is there any sign of unemployed thugs yet?" I asked.



Miller laughed. "Now that you mention it, no. Some of the older operations
are technology adverse. They would need to bring in a new bunch of guys to
do a cyber-attack," he said. "That's a problem with closely held family
operations. They hire only family, and the nephews may not be computer
savvy."



After dinner we went to Johnson's hot tub for a soak. Pete and Miller
helped me undress and get in the tub. It gave them a good chance to see me
up close and personal. They took that opportunity and enjoyed the
view. While men can be reserved and non-demonstrative, it doesn't take much
for a cock to show interest. When you are dressed, you can hide it. Naked
makes it impossible to hide, especially when your cock is trying to make
friend. For me being under cover and naked has never worked out. I always
give in to temptation.



Peter was a good-looking man, muscular and toned. His semi erect cock was
nice. Miller was an average, middle-aged man. By the time he was in the
water he was already fully erect and had a filament of precum dribbling
from his cock.



Johnson and Joshua were on the other side of the tub. Joshua was sitting on
the edge, so I could see his hairy chest, but not his cock. It was down
Johnson's throat. Peter was trying to decide which group to join. While
Miller wasn't a sex fantasy come to life for me, he possessed all the
things that turn me on. He was hairy, had an uncut bulbous cock, low
hangers and dripped the champagne of cock drool. His precum was
wonderful. After enjoying him for a while, I discovered his ass was already
lubricated. I could get two fingers in him and play taps on his prostate.



Peter joined us and sucked my cock as I sucked Miller. Peter was uneasy at
first. I don't think my shaggy hair and beard turned him on, but my cock
worked its charms. He became increasingly enthusiastic. When we rotated
positions and I sucked him, his cock was fully engaged. He had average
equipment, easy to suck and deep throat. He was uncut, and his knob seemed
to be sensitive. He went a little crazy when I licked it. I continued to
lick it and he began to shiver. Seconds later he unloaded. He tried to pull
away, but I held him and took every drop.



We had a break and I connected with Joshua. His wife had died six months
earlier. He has been playing with Johnson and his pals, for several years.
I was the first new man he had been with in years. I was also unlike his
usual country club. I sucked his more than adequate cock. We sixty-nined
and we traded cock caviar during simultaneous orgasms.  Johnson later told
me that was a first for Joshua. As I left, Miller asked if I might like a
solo session with him. "I was thinking you might be a bit more adventurous
than some of my friends," he added.



I said that was fine with me. "I'm pretty vanilla, but it depends on how
thick and long you like your vanilla," I said. He smiled. We all had a good
time and the men told me they would be on the lookout for suspect
operations.



The next group to sail on the City Point was the PBPS group. That was the
Polar Bear Preservation Society. It wasn't an animal preservation
group. Two gay bear groups, the Tidewater Bare Bears and the Polar Club of
the Chesapeake merged. They rented the ship for four days, with a two-day
trip from Richmond to the Bay, and a two-day trip up the Chesapeake. Men
could sign up for either trip or both.

The Bare Bears were a nudist group. The Tidewater group was made up of
older men. Members were from anywhere between Costal Carolina and Maryland.
The group was well organized and run by a man they called Dr. Henry. He was
a doctor and he made sure each member was tested before the cruise. He and
the Captain got along well, so he also tested the crew and the
entertainment. "What good is a gay cruise without safe sex?" he asked.

Max was knee deep in wedding receptions so his assistant, Christian, joined
the cruise as chef.  He was a red bear. For entertainment we used Raising
the Curtain company, but with all male entertainers. These included two
good singer-musicians, a dancer, and two chorus boys. The dancer and the
chorus boys were clearly male strippers. The singers were good sports too.

Lulu's "boyfriend" did the set up and visited the crew quarters. He left
five bags in the crew quarters this time. I added little tags to the bags,
and the police would follow the tags from dealer to addicts.  The
entertainment was tested too. A Sugar Daddy secretly gave them money, so
they wouldn't charge the older guys for "extra services."

We had the staterooms and the dorm type facilities filled. The men were
cheerful and pleasant, although some were slow moving. I talked with
several guys who said it was the only real social event they had been to in
years.  I was surprised when Joshua, Miller and Pete boarded the ship.
They shared a stateroom.

On the first night, we did a variation on the treasure hunt we had done for
the Toms' wedding. Lonny had reworked the Silverbeard skit to include more
bear jokes and be more overtly sexual. One of the chest contained candy, on
will filled with condom's, and the third contained Sean, one of the
strippers.

Sean, the treasure, was a nice guy and a dumb blond. I assumed stripping
might just be his highest intellectual achievement. I was wearing my
peek-a-boo rags. Sean was nude, and when I found him in the chest, one of
the Pirates asked if it was real gold. I leaned over and licked Sean's cock
and proclaimed it was gold. That caused general laughter. Sean got out of
the chest, dropped to his knees, pulled off my rags and swallowed my
cock. He looked up, and said, "Shit, I found the mother lode!" There was
five minutes of laughter after that.

The singers did songs that were rewritten to be borderline obscene.  The
dancers did standard stripper routines. Roger's successful drag queen
routine was integrated in the strippers' act. Roger was a bear's bear and
the least convincing drag queen imaginable. The strippers could have used
Lonnie's clever skills, but strippers in a gay convention were a surefire
success without good writing.

After the show, I went to the Crew quarters past the staterooms. Most of
the doors were closed but there was a little party in one which had the
door open. Sean was there with an older man and his boy. The boy was
fiftyish. They asked me in. the Older man, Oswald, liked to help young men
with their careers. His boy, Tim, knew Oswald's tastes.

Sean was a country boy from rural North Carolina. His folks found out he
was gay, and he went to the big city. Sean wasn't dumb. He came from a poor
background and had a shitty education. His only skill was sucking and
fucking, and thus be became a stripper. He catered to men and women. He
liked big cocks, so he had begun to specialize.

Oswald had a big cock that wasn't fully functional anymore, but it was
attractive. Sean played with Oswald, and Tim came over to me.  I wasn't his
type, but my cock was still fully functional, and Tim liked that. We all
had a good time and I went back to the Crew Quarters with Sean. He didn't
seem to know the way.

Because the cruise was filled, the entertainment shared the crew quarters.
This gave me a chance to talk with them about their employer. As an old
geezer, they thought of me as pet, a harmless old guy. I can be harmless if
I need to be harmless.

Sean told me he had one special skill; he could easily[BW1] produce
multiple orgasms in two or three hours. He was not pleased at working for
Raise the Curtain, but they were the only game in town who would pay. He
suspected Raise the Curtain was a shady organization, but he didn't know
what it was. Roger passed by and took Sean off with him, so I had a good
night's sleep.

The next morning, I had breakfast with Miller and Pete. Most of the bears
had played too much the night before and were sleeping late. Pete had run
into several friends who were in real estate. They were mostly into
expensive properties, but they had some run ins with Toms' family. They
associated the Toms with the bottom feeders of the real estate world. The
Toms were involved with some public-private development schemes. These were
publicly advertised requests for proposals.

They got the low bid on some, but curiously often a member of the city
council was arrested for taking bribes shortly after. The Toms would sue,
and sometimes get paid off to withdraw the proposal. One realtor thought
the firm made money on the settlements and had no intention of doing the
proposed projects. The firm had a sleazy lawyer who represented them.

There were a few unexplained fires associated with their projects.  These
involved large insurance settlements for building that burned shortly
before completion. There was a question if the new construction materials
were in the building. The architect who approved construction payments died
in an accident two day's after the insurance company began investigating
the fire.

I met with Colin, Pete's friend, that afternoon. He was an Englishman who
looked like Brian Blessed. He did the country estate part of his firms'
business and his English accent was attractive for most of his clients. He
had a degree in archaeology and was eccentric. All of that contributed to
his success.

I assumed most of that was fake, but he turned out to be a well-educated,
genuine, English eccentric. His strong suit was selling historic houses and
estates. He had known the dead architect and smelled something
fishy. "Frederic, my architect pal did my restoration work. He was in a
partnership, and his partner had the connection to the Toms. The partner
left town with the firm's checking account, and Frederic was left holding
the bag. Colin explained. "He had to finish the vanished partner's
projects. Freddy may have done something stupid, but he wouldn't have lied
to the police. The accident was too convenient." I got the name of the
architect and of the project and sent it to Helen.

Colin was worked up about Frederic's death. Since Colin was on a gay
cruise, I suspected they had been more than pals. He told me he had some
computer files on Frederic in his stateroom, so we went there. Colin was an
organized man and he had names of the men who were involved in the
project. The information was extensive and detailed, so I e-mailed them to
Helen.

After I did that, I felt the tension in the room increase. "Peter told me,
there is more to you than meets the eye," he remarked.

"After last nights skit, I'm afraid I have no secrets," I said.

Colin laughed. "I was in the back row and missed that part of the show. The
guys said it was a natural wonder," Colin said.

"Are you into that?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but I am turned on. That has been rare since Frederic died,"
he said. We went to his room. Colin was timid.  I thought it was the memory
of Frederick, but it turned out he was afraid he might hurt me.  He was a
foot taller and 125 pounds heavier than I am.  I told him not to worry, but
that was easier said than done. We had a pleasant, but not exceptional
time.

After the second day, we docked and took on a second batch of bears. There
were mostly younger men. Miller was one of the few to stay on the ship from
the first cruise. The new men were what might be called high spirited and
energetic.  Hot to trot, might be a better way to describe them. We
repeated the Silverbeard finds the Treasure skit on the third evening. The
guys went crazy, especially when Sean gave away free samples.

Around 10:30 Sean came to me. He was asked to come to a party where he
would be the main attraction.  The men had offered him $800.00. That was
big money for him. He asked if I would chaperone for him.  "I get a bit
carried away with sex," he explained. "I need someone to look after me."

"I'm not sure I am the guy to play bodyguard," I said.

"You have the monster dick of death! I figure you can divert their
attention," he said. He had a back-up just in case. He had made friends
with Christian, the chef. Sean had a knack of making friends quickly. He
was cute and willing. The other dancers were picky and most of the bears
didn't meet their standards.  Good attitude was enough for Sean.

Sean was a wonder in some ways. He would sit on one cock as a bear sucked
him and he sucked a third guy.  The bears were mostly oversized, bur Sean
was tall, slim and borderline double jointed. His gymnastic ability was
much admired. He had a skill at contorting himself so that his mouth, cock
and ass were available for sexual use.  Sean also had a taste for sperm.
Twelve men had contributed to his payment. All of them made a deposit and
several were into fletching. They loved it as did the snow ballers. My main
task was to poke the dribbling sperm, deeper into his ass. It was a hard
job, but I rose to the occasion. Everyone was satisfied. Everyone was
happy. He told me he could do that every day, all day long.

"Maybe you should save this sort of thing for Christmas and major
holidays," I suggested, "You could wear out quickly otherwise."

"I loved it," Sean said. Christian, the chef came along and took Sean to
his cabin. I was glad he came. I needed the rest.




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