Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2018 14:23:47 -0500
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Catfish Meets Henry 4

Catfish Meets Henry 4
By Bald Hairy Man

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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Wilson was a senior officer and the Mayor had pledged that all senior
officers would be working on the serial killer case. He assigned a younger
man to work on Bull's case, Larry Golden. "He is smart, eager and on his
way up. He's a workaholic but he has a lifestyle problem according to the
top brass," he explained. I knew what a lifestyle problem meant. "Any way
you can help him will be welcome. Another girl's body was found last
night."

Henry, Hillyard and I met Larry that evening at Henry's house. Larry was a
35-year-old country boy, with an "Ah Shucks," accent from rural North
Carolina. Ten minutes later I realized he was perceptive and smart. He had
already checked on Frankie and Bambi Smithson. Bambi was the child of a New
Jersey mob boss. Frankie had been a hired gun until he married Bambi. When
Bambi's father died, she inherited half his estate.

Bambi had not been uninvolved in her father's criminal activities and it
was assumed she would take the money and go shopping. It was possible that
Frankie, her husband, was taking control of the criminal activities. He had
purchased controlling interest in a pharmaceutical company. It produced
drugs known as hillbilly heroin. That company's produce was sold across the
country, as were some of their supplements. Bambi's dad imported drugs from
Asia.  The new company had been family owned as was little known. It used
South American sources.

Larry gave us a good summery of his suspicions. It was clear and
direct. Our license plate information connected the Smithson couple with
second tier drug companies. Larry knew all about the suspect aspects of
their companies. He thought that it would be easy to secretly produce
illegal drugs within the manufacturing operations.

We didn't know what was being delivered to the house. It might have been,
drugs, fire arms or stolen goods.

Larry gave Hillyard and me a ride home after the meeting. We stopped at
Hillyard's house for a drink. Hillyard thought Larry and I were almost
identical in some ways. Larry's eyes could easily glaze over and look like
he was the village idiot.  He was over six feet tall and almost attractive,
but he passed a redneck bubba until you got to know him. He would be good
undercover and was easy to underestimate.

He had thinning, dirty blond fair. Larry wore a flannel shirt, vest and
aged jeans, which were slightly too small. I knew he had lifestyle
problems, but I didn't know Hillyard was a match maker. He told me Larry
wasn't gay. He just like sex with men. He had messed with guys and gone
skinny dipping in a pond with his pals. He was nothing like the gay men you
see on TV or in the movies.

Somehow Hillyard had connected with him sexually and he was worried. He
could tell Larry loved sex with men, but he couldn't admit it to
himself. Hillyard thought that would lead to problems. He thought I was the
solution. I gave a damn good imitation of a red-neck bubba from the
country. I was also smart, successful and gay. Some might say my sex life
was on the high side of average. Once and a while I admitted to myself it
was on the high side of high.

Larry was shy in sexual matters. He had pals back home, but none in
Charlotte except for Hillyard. Hillyard wasn't his type, but he was
willing. Hillyard thought I was his type, or at least a part of me
was. Larry had worked construction before he joined the police. He often
mentioned his construction foreman, Big Bob. Big Bob was a giant and a
leader of men. Cock size is unrelated to a man's size, but Big Bob
apparently was big everywhere. Hillyard realized Big Bob excited
Larry. Larry had never let Big Bob know about his interest.

After a beer, Hillyard spilled a refill on Larry and me. Since smelling
like a brewery when driving was a bad career move for an up and coming
Police officer, we went to the shower as Hillyard washed our clothes. I
needed help getting in the shower. One glance at me and Larry was
entranced. He was almost hypnotized by my cock.

I know it is better to love the entire man and not just one part of a man,
but I figure you need to start somewhere. "We're kind of up close and
personal here," I mentioned to him. "I'm not the shy type. Relax and don't
worry." He was semi-erect, so I told him that he had a nice one.

"I'm embarrassed," he said.

"Don't worry about that. Cocks seem to have a mind of their own. The pop up
at inopportune times," I said.

He was staring at my tool, which was growing. "Is that thing real?" he
whispered.

"It is. It's in working order and I give free samples," I said. It was a
built-in shower and had a bench on one side. Larry helped me sit on it and
then felt my cock.

"Guys tell me that if you like my cock, use your tongue to get a feel for
it," I said. Larry lips closed around my cock head seconds later. The first
there were delicate, exploratory licks. He soon tried to deep throat it and
he got further than I expected. He was downright enthusiastic.

"Are you going to shoot off in my mouth?" he asked during a brief lull.

"I'll warn you when I'm close," I said. "You know it can be a
surprise. There can be accidents.  I'm getting close, do you want to change
places?"

"You would do that?" he asked.

"Of course, I would," I said as we switched places. Hillyard had joined
us. When I began to suck Larry, Hillyard straddled me and fed Larry his
cock. Hillyard was tall and I am short, so it worked out well. Larry was a
joy to suck.  His cock was responsive to my every movement. It shivered,
spasmed, dripped and drooled. Larry was able to moan even with Hillyard's
cock in his mouth.

His cock was easy to suck, and his balls were huge. I held on to them to
steady myself. I could taste his excitement build, so I was ready for his
orgasm. It was a beauty; his oversized balls produced a flood of sperm. I
had a hard time taking it all. His cock head became over sensitive as he
shot. I was careful, but not too careful. When he calmed down a quick flick
of my tongue could get him started again.

Hillyard shot off in Larry's mouth, as my tongue was still caressing
Larry's knob. I was surprised that Larry took it. Hillyard helped me up and
we flanked Larry. Larry was mellow by then. I kissed him and tasted
Hillyard's load. Hillyard joined in and tasted Larry's cum.

"Damn, we've missed Catfish's load," Larry said.

"Maybe we can get together again and do a more complete exchange of our
special sauces?" I asked. they were in full agreement.

Larry was as advertised, a fire ball. He was in the second tier of police
officers, the men and women who did the work while the upper tier
administered. He knew people in Drug Enforcement, Mob and Gang related
activities and in Fraud.  They had been sidelined because of the serial
murder investigation. The information on Frankie and Bambi's potential mob
and drug connections opened new avenues of investigation. Hillyard knew the
County Clerks who knew the nitty gritty of local financial transactions.

This was the boring part if the investigation. Every lead had to be
checked, every suspicion verified. While there was field work and under
cover surveillance, a good portion of the work was done on computers. Names
and license numbers made it clear that something big was in the works. A
major crime organization was being born.

Larry had contacts in the smaller counties' police. The pharmaceutical
companies liked factories in smaller town and counties. They could
influence local boards to be supportive. Once you knew what to look for,
new leads and discoveries occurred every day. I wasn't involved in most of
this. I concentrated on Bull's murder. It had been a quick and efficient
death. That pointed to a professional hit man or enforcer. An amateur would
had made a bigger mess.

Logan went out of town for two weeks to supervise the installation of a set
in Los Angles. I thought I would be back in Richmond, but Logan had a cat
and I stayed in his house to give his cat company. The cat was elderly and
had only two activities, eating and sleeping. The maid came in every two
days, but I am neat, and she was appreciative. She had just become a
grandmother and she was helping her daughter.

Larry and I had meetings at Logan's house to co-ordinate information and
activities. Larry came with a friend, Rex, a Sherriff of a county to the
south. Rex was 45, in great shape and in control. He had been suspicious of
a new pharmaceutical factory in his county. He had his ear to the ground
and heard whispers of secret production labs.

I also suspected Larry and Rex's relationship included sexual attraction,
and probably sexual activity. Logan's house was secluded and away from
prying eyes. Co-ordination meetings can drag on, but Larry was concise and
to the point. Hillyard made notes as Rex and I added some bits of
information, but Larry was ahead up us in some ways.

By nine the business part of the meeting was over, but no one hurried to
leave. Hillyard was talking with Rex and I was with Larry getting beers in
the kitchen. Larry told me that he had mentioned our earlier get together
to Rex, who was interested in meeting me.

"Did you mention that our last meeting included a sexual event?" I asked.

Larry nodded and said, "Rex is more adventurous than I am. He's interested
in you."

"Is he interested in me or in it?" I asked.

Larry laughed. "I think they are connected!"

We took the beers back and I offered to show them the house. I showed them
my bedroom and the attached shower-gay rec room.

"I was in a threesome once," Hillyard said.

"Damn, I live in a small town. The gay rec room is in a barn with fresh
hay!" Rex said. "How many guys can it hold?"

"Since I've been here five or six playmates seems to be normal. How about
the barn?" I asked.

"Never more than a foursome," Rex said. "I was only there twice. I loved
it." Then he added, "Three would be nice too. Do you like groups?"

"Are you guys talking about orgies?" Larry asked.

"Only if we get lucky!" Rex and I said simultaneously. We all laughed, and
I suggested we give it a try. A few minutes later we were naked. Rex was a
bit more experienced that Larry and it was clear that Larry liked Rex a
lot. The both liked me, but they were more attracted to my cock than the
rest of me. No strings attached has been my motto, so this was fine with
me.

Rex was on the bed with his head on the edge sucking Larry. Rex had a
pretty cock that could have been used as a model for an anatomical
illustration. It was perfect and when I sat on it, it was good, not too big
and not too small. Rex loved it and Larry liked watching. We took a break
and went to the shower to cool down. I sat on a bench sucking Larry was
Rex's tool worked its way into Larry's ass. Larry's cock softened up as
little, but once Rex popped through the sphincter, Larry began to ooze
precum. as Rex worked his was deeper, the flow increased.

We got out of the shower and returned to the bedroom. Rex had to leave, he
had a long drive ahead. I chatted with Larry.

"I liked what we were doing, but I feel odd, sort of embarrassed and
uneasy," Larry said.

"I would guess all your sex had been in a dark room," I said. "I like it
all, top, bottom, sucker and suckee. I like to watch guy enjoy themselves,
react to another man's cock or ass. I could tell you liked Rex in your
behind. He enjoyed it too. We all have personalities and ways we want to be
seen. You always see the real man when he's shooting off."

"What was Rex like?" Larry asked.

"As far as I could tell, the man you know is the man who rear loaded you,"
I said.

"He came in me?"

"He sure did. I don't think he intended to do that. It's easy to get
carried away," I said as I reached over and played with his hole. "If you
relax a little it may leak some and I can show you the evidence. You are
tight, but you opened wide for Rex. Rex knew that." Larry was hard, so I
got on top of him and sat on his tool.

"It's too much," he moaned. Thirty seconds later I felt him squirt.

"You aren't uneasy now. Are you?" I asked. He was fine.

I spent the next morning thinking about the case. Bull had been taking
incidental pictures of the castle. That didn't seem to be enough to justify
killing him. There had to be something else. I had only one connection in
the house, Marco and Bud. I decided a trip to the gym was in order. I
called my pal, Don, and asked if I could visit again. He said it would be a
pleasure.

I arrived at 8:30. Marco and Bud were there with a third guy Sam. Sam was a
25-year-old body builder who worked security for the Smithson's.  They were
out of town in for a wedding on Long Island. Sam was Bronx born and raised
and had an accent so thick I could barely understand him. His dad was mob
connected and this was in training for bigger things. Working for the mob
was a normal career choice for him.

When the gym closed, the trio stayed and showered with Don and me. Sam was
as tall as I am, but had a great body, respectably equipped.

He looked at my cock and said, "Damn! That's pretty."

Marco and Bud laughed. "I thought you would like it," Marco said.

"What in hell did you do the get a cock like that?" Sam asked.

"The general opinion is that I got it to make up for the rest of me," I
replied. Sam laughed.

Marco and Don connected. It was clear that Marco was old enough to see Don
as a catch. Don was popular and usually moved with an entourage of
admirers. Marco was older showed signs of wear and tear. Marco had a chance
to play with Don and he took it. Don took the top role and Marco willingly
accepted the bottom.

Sam and Bud played with me. They were both attractive younger men. This was
the first time Sam had been to the gym and the shower was their first time
naked together. I was the old guy with a big cock. Bud noticed Sam's
obvious interest in my cock. That opened the door to the sexual
potential. There was no need for the slow discovery of Sam's sexual
tastes. When a man compliments another man on his cock, there is no
ambiguity as to sexual interests. Both were erect, and my superb detective
mind knew what that meant.

I hoped to get them to slip up and give me a lead as to the residents of
the castle. Once and a while, my cock serves as a truth serum. Once I
occupy an ass, the intense sexual feelings make it hard to be discrete or
circumspect. His was true of both Bud and Sam. Neither liked Richie and
Jeb, but Sam knew a lot about Richie. He was an enforcer and hit man. While
he used a gun when necessary, he preferred strangulation.  His specialty
was quiet murders. The victim would disappear until the body was discovered
months or years later.

I have a few peculiar abilities. When you are pumping your cock into a
quivering ass, most men concentrate of the emotions and sensation.  If
necessary, my mind can be in full working order until the orgasm. My cock
seemed to be on automatic pilot, pumping to the warmth and tightness of
Sam's ass while my mind focused on his words.

Sam was young, punk kid who thought he deserved to be treated as a man. Bud
and I double teamed him. Sam was discovering his ass was a sex organ. He
had played with some guys on his schools wrestling team, but Bud and I were
the first to find the bull's eye. Bud's cock tickled it when he found it. I
rammed it. Sam didn't know anything other than the other than the
overwhelming sensations created by the cock collisions with his prostate.

Richie had to leave New York because he did something extracurricular. He
was violently anti-gay. He like the ladies, but he liked them young, very
young. Sam heard rumors about a run in with the daughter of someone
important. Somehow a day later he was in Charlotte. Richie was bitter about
that but returning to New York wasn't an option. Sam didn't know if Jeb was
Richie's pal, or a man to keep him in line.

Bud and I shared Sam. Bud would fuck him for ten or twelve minutes until he
got too close.  Then Bud would pull out and turn Sam over to me. The third
time we did that Sam was desperate for release. Bugd had shot off in him,
and my cock felt the man-made lubricant in Sam's ass. I suddenly discovered
I was desperate for release.

"Is there room in your ass for a big load," I asked. I didn't wait for an
answer. Sam moaned and he shot off after my third ejaculation. He was
almost asleep when I pulled out. unexpectedly, Marco gave Sam's well used
hole a tender and rather sweet tongue massage. Don sucked my sperm coated
cock and licked the post orgasmic drool.

I noticed that Don's cum was leaking from Marco's hole. I licked it and
Marco had an impressive orgasm. I took the load. Marco and Sam went home to
the Castle. Don took me home to Logan's house. He spent the night. We fell
asleep[BW1][BW2] immediately, but when we woke in the morning we had an
exchange of sperm.

I gave Richie's name to my guys in Richmond, Larry and Hillyard. They could
search different records and databases. There was one lucky find. Richie
was not a nick name. Richard would have been a nightmare to find, Richie
was rare.

Somehow Larry found a Police contact on the Bronx and they had a Richie on
their radar. He was a mob enforcer who had vanished a year and a half
earlier. His contact knew about the serial murders. Larry had my
information that our Richie preferred strangulation. Manny, the Bronx
police man told Larry to wait for a return call. He wanted to check
something out. He called back an hour later.  There had been four murders
of young women on Long Island. They suddenly stopped at about the time
Richie arrived in Charlotte.