Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2018 11:44:08 -0500
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Catfish Meets Henry Chapter 5

Catfish Meets Henry 5
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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Larry reported back to Wilson. Wilson knew the significance immediately.
The task force on the serial murders were looking for locals, not for a
visitor from the Bronx. There was some logic to the local angle since the
girls were from the same general area. The area was middle class, but not
elite. The only large manufacturing employer in the area was a
pharmaceutical plant. It was one of Frankie Smithson's recent purchases.

With Hillyard's help I did a sketch time line. We had the dates of the
Smithson's arrival and the date that Richie joined his retainers. We had
the date of the purchase of the Drug company and the dates of the girls'
deaths. Bull had made many photographs of the castle over an almost
year-long period. He had focused on cloud formations, but Bull thought the
house was in stunning bad taste and took the photos to show to Henry. Henry
had down loaded some of them, but others were still on SD cards. All the
images on the card were dated.

I had them transfer the images to my office as Larry sent them to the
police lab. The program that provided the probability estimates on the
license numbers was by my chief computer guy Helen. She had a doctorate in
mathematics with emphasis on probability. Larry said his people talked with
her and she scared them. "My guy said she was a chess Grand Master and they
were playing Tiddlywinks," he reported.

Everything was circumstantial, but it was building up quickly. We weren't
ready for a search warrant, but Henry added some workers to Bull's house
project. They were undercover police men. He also brought in a Latino floor
crew.  They were famous for working long and odd hours. They provided the
justification for night time surveillance.

I was still in Logan's house. His opera set had been a great success, and
he was talking to a film producer and an Opera Company to do more work for
them. I visited Don's Gym with Larry and Hillyard and encountered Sam and
Bud. Marco was driving Bambi to Pinehurst. Richie and Jeb were off with
Freddie on a job in the Bronx. I told Sam and Bud that I was house sitting
and if they wanted a more private place to relax, they might come by. I
whispered to them that my pals really wanted to go at it and they would be
there.

Sam asked if I would be with them. I said I would be with them part of the
time, but that I enjoyed sending guys to places they had never been
before. "I had the impression you boys had a good time the last time we
met," I said.

"That's a fucking understatement," Bud replied.

We left the gym at 9:30 and were at Logan's house ten minutes later. That
gave me a chance to explain my plans to Larry and Hillyard. "I want Bud and
Sam to relax and let their guard down. I am hoping to get more information
on Richie. Your role is to play the role of sex crazed lovers, naked and
erect."

 "Well, that a hard job, but I'm sure I can fake it," Larry said.

"I can do it, and I don't need to fake it!"  Hillyard said.

"What should I do?" Don asked.

"Think of this as a non-speaking role," I explained. "Let your cock do the
talking."

Don smiled. "That I can do."

I guessed that Sam and Bud more than liked each other. Technically I was
involved with them, but more correctly Sam liked my cock. It was a warm
dildo leaking sperm. Larry and Hillyard were acquaintances with benefits. I
was thinking that some serious sucking and fucking time would make them
friends.

At the house, the sex driven men turned on the automatic pilot and went at
it. Hillyard and Larry were poetry in motion. Neither man was that
experienced, but Hillyard wanted Larry.  I think he had been dreaming about
Larry and he had a plan. After a few minutes the sexual connection had
turned into something deeper. Don joined in and discovered Hillyard's many
virtues.

Bud liked Sam, but Sam played his cards close to his chest. I slipped into
Sam's ass and as soon as my cock head was in the dark side of his sphincter
he became totally involved and lost his inhibitions. My cock was a marital
aid. They sixty nined as I pushed deeper.  Bud could watch my cock thrust
and taste Sam's cock drool as he reacted to my thrust.  They shot off
simultaneously as they deep throated their cocks. We broke apart and I went
to fuck Hillard as he sucked Larry. Don was in Larry's ass.

After the first round of orgasms, we talked casually on or around the
king-sized bed in my room. Sam was complaining that he could not get any
respect because Richie treated him like an idiot. "Richie must have done
something really bad in New York to be sent here. Frankie ain't no where
close to being like the big shots who run the mob."

"What did Richie do to get exiled to Charlotte?" Bud asked.

"Guys say that Richie likes the ladies and he likes them young," Sam
replied. "Shit, he's a hit man. what would be too bad for a hit man?"

"Maybe he was freelancing," Hillyard suggested. "I assume killing people
without approval from your boss would be a problem."

"Did he find one of the big shots' daughters too attractive?" I asked.

"That might be," Sam replied. "At least Bambi has nothing to worry
about. Her sell by date was a decade ago."

"Does she have playmates other than her hubby?" Larry asked.

"I don't know. Marco may know but he's not telling," Bud said. "I know she
doesn't fuck with the help. You need a seven-figure income before she would
say hello." He looked at Larry and Hillyard. "Are you guys pals or more
than that?"

"I think it's all recreational," Hillyard replied. "Sex with a stranger is
okay; with an acquaintance is better and with a pal is even better. My cock
gets an extra tingle."

"I don't know if I feel that," Sam said.

"Not even when are one legged pal gets his third leg up your ass? Hillyard
asked. Sam blushed.

"I don't think you can pick and choose what gets you going," I said. "Life
is a lot easier of you can admit you like what you like.  Even if you're a
straight man having sex with a guy, if you pretend your gay while you are
sucking, the cock tastes better."

"I discovered that. I enjoy having my best bud unloading his ball juice in
my ass more if I admit I like him," Hillyard said. "Did you have a best
friend Sam?"

"Not like your friend. The guy next door when I was growing up was nice,"
Sam said. "My Dad was away a lot, either on a job or in jail. My neighbor,
Mr. Rogers, that's his real name, not the TV guy, was nice. I did chores
for him and he taught me stuff like how to fish and how to make
furniture. He made beautiful furniture."

"He had a shower in his workshop. He was always covered in saw dust, and
his house was spic and span clean. I walked in on him and saw him naked. He
was hairy, like Uncle Salvatore, but he had a monster cock. After that I
seemed to catch him drying off quite a bit. A week after my 18th
birthday. He asked if I wanted to shower with him. I did, and I got to suck
him off," he continued.

"I took his load. I didn't like the taste much, but it was his cum. I loved
it," Sam added. "I'm 24 now and Mr. Rogers is unhappy with what I'm doing
now. He said I had the makings of a good cabinet maker. I want to get
rich."

"I hate to tell you this, but making money isn't as good as a regular cum
supply from a man you like," I said.

"Shit, I had no idea you were a romantic," Larry said. We all burst into
laughter.

It was getting late, but we rotated playmates as a night cap. Don fucked
Sam; Hillyard did Bud. Larry fucked me. Sam liked being screwed by the
muscle man. Bud was surprised by Hillyard's fucking skills and Larry was
unexpectedly enthusiastic. Luckily, Hillyard had a long fuse and near total
control over his orgasms. Hillyard liked to be in control and an orgasm
made him lose control.

The next day, Larry called Manny, his Bronx connection, and told him what
he learned. Even with the language problem, Larry had a Southern Drawl and
Manny spoke a pure Bronx dialect. Manny knew Larry had hit pay
dirt. Larry's laid-back mannerisms hid his aggressive approach to
cases. Manny was not laid back at all. Oddly, they weren't possessive; both
men were willing to share information.

Solving the serial murders on Long Island had been the objective of the New
York and the Nassau County police for years. The first murder had been in
the Bronx followed by three deaths on Long Island, then nothing. It was
possible that the Charlotte murders were a continuation of the New York
crimes.

Hillyard was friendly with the local real estate and banking community. He
was known as "the smart one," and if you needed answers or an opinion on
dealing with deeds or real estate problems, he had the answer. He let it be
known that he was curious about Bambi and Frankie's financial
situation. Fortunately, the Smithson's were difficult, devious and rarely
kept their word. Almost everyone had a story to tell.

They had inherited millions from Bambi's Daddy, but there had been other
large payments from suspect companies. Two were in the West Indies and
untraceable. Since Frankie's companies did not have a staff, their role was
unclear. The bank had reported this to the IRS, but no action had been
taken. That was puzzling.

Richie's name opened many doors. He liked credit cards, and his cell
phone. His car had an electronic pass for tolls, so there were oodles of
ways to trace him. All cash would have avoided that problem, but he liked
plastic. He was a traditional thug, hit man.

It was hard to get a grip on Bambi and Frankie. Were they essentially a
mail drop, or major figures in the operation? I hadn't met either of them,
so I couldn't tell.

Meanwhile I had another visit at Don's gym. Bud was there with a local pal,
Robbie. Robbie was mesmerized by Don, so I spent some time with Bud.  Bud
was a normal guy. He liked Sam. I asked him if I was trespassing. He said
no, he liked watching. "I didn't expect he would lose it, but I did him
later that night and I was great," he explained.  "He thinks he's a big
time hit man, but he isn't that way at all. I'm afraid for him."

"I thought he was the perfect fall guy. He will end up in jail while the
big guys get away scot free," I said. Bud was hard, so I sat on it.  He had
been the low man on the totem pole. He was used to a quick poke and an
orgasm. I took my time, slowly bouncing on his tool. I was working his cock
more than he was fucking me. I could tell when he was close to shooting, so
I slowed and edged him. When he finally shot off it was beautiful.

"Marco never lets me top," Bud said. "Do you want to do me?"

I told him I'd take a raincheck on that. "My cock feels better when your
balls are fully loaded. It's not as good when they are drained," I said.

"You're not exactly a virgin, are you?" he remarked.

"Well, I've been around the block a few times," I replied.

Things were moving fast. With a possible suspect, credit card and EZ pass
records Richie's location coincided with the murders. Helen said the
probability that Richie was the killer was sky high, but some physical
evidence was needed.

I had a feeling it was connected to Bull and his photographs. Since they
were digital, they were all time and date stamped.

Larry noticed the was one anomaly in the victims. The fourth Charlotte
death was of a 35-year-old woman, Lana. The others were of blond, younger
girls. The media and police had focused on the younger girls. Larry was
thorough.  He did a detailed search on the older woman. Her finger prints
were identical to another woman who had been arrested as a pimp who also
was charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor.

The girls were from average middle-class families, except for one,
Britanee, who came from a problematic family. Her mother was on her fourth
husband and was living in a semi-abandoned trailer park. It was the skid
row of trailer parks.

Apparently the 35-year-old recruited girls who need cash and had few
prospects or skills. Britanee was the third death. She also had a part-time
job at a convenience store a block from Lana's home. The store was the
closest one to Frankie's plant and was used by plant employees. Larry
thought that Britanee was working for Lana, and Lana might have seen Richie
and Britanee together.

The coroners report on Lana recorded defensive wounds. She put up a fight
and there were skin particles under her fingernails. That had the
stranglers DNA. We just needed a suspect to match it to. Bull's photos came
into play. Richie had no photographs on record other than his High School
yearbook. Bull had taken pictures. Through the magic of computer
enhancement, Bull's photos were good enough to make a match.

Most of the stuff was high tech and checking records.  I can't do that, so
I was sidelined and just advising. While there was a lull in actual work,
my sex life thrived. Logan was a busy man both professionally and sexually.
He was away, but some of his pals dropped by. This was not accidental. I
had met Adam, Gus and Emmett when I first stayed with him. They regarded my
cock as a natural wonder and the word was out.

Chet, the man in the morgue who did Bull's autopsy also dropped came
by. Chet was a short, heavy, bearish man. He was smart and preceptive, but
dumpy. He had put two and two together when he realized that Hillyard and I
were close. If I was more attractive, he wouldn't have tried to connect,
but he thought he had a chance.

I figured what the hell, sex is sex. He was better looking naked than
dressed; baggy clothes don't flatter a beefy man, His cock was more than
respectable, and he was more than willing. He had big, productive balls, a
responsive cock and a great ass. His ass was both tight and open. It firmly
gripped my tool but didn't resist until I was deep in him. He was
enthusiastic.

We were at it in the shower when Adam, the handsome and elegant otter, came
in. He had a key to the house. Adam joined us, and Chet was in heaven. I
was in Chet's ass, so Adam fed Chet is cock. A minute or two later they
were in the sixty-nine position. Five minutes later Chet and I were in the
sixty-nine position, and Adam was fucking.

Using my high-powered detective skills, I noted that Chet's cock was
drooling precum like a mountain stream every time Adam made a thrust. Chet
loved it. Adam suddenly stopped and filled Chet's ass with sperm. I could
see his cock pumping for each ejaculation.

Seconds later, Chet released his load into my mouth. It was warm and
thick. By then Adam had pulled out. He saw my cum filled mouth and we
kissed. Somehow, I knew he wanted Chet's cum.

Massive orgasms usually mean the sex is over. Neither Chet or Adam lost
their erections. They were still excited. I was torn between sitting on one
of their cocks or fucking one of them. Adam was too fast for me. He
straddled Chet and sat on his cock.

My cock is either an achievement or an ordeal. It looked as if Chet's cock
in Adam's ass was pure joy for both men. I suspected that Chet's cock was
the almost legendary perfect fit for Adam. Chet shot off a second
time. This cooled things down enough and they left. I heard Chet giving
Adam is address, and a assumed they had a restful night of sleep and
orgasms planned.

Fifteen minutes later Larry called. Manny from the Bronx was in town and he
wanted us to meet. I told them to come over. When they arrived, they were
excited.  No one said it, but I assumed there would be arrests the next
morning. Manny was a buffed man of thirty-five or so, very Italian and
friendly. I had a feeling he was here in Charlotte as a professional
courtesy.

Manny made a few, quick glances at my crotch. I suspected that Larry had
described me. I had an urge to scratch my balls. Manny had the same urge. I
showed them the house and the group shower. I asked if they would like to
join me showering. Manny was loud and aggressive in most situations, but he
was a bit timid in the shower. He was partially erect, which is usually a
good indicator of interest. He certainly liked looking at my cock.

"What do you do with that thing?" he finally asked.

I smiled. "You may have noticed I am short one leg. It's not what I want to
do. It's what you want." I said. "Did Larry tell you that I am very open
minded? I'm not very shy either." He came closer to me and I sucked his
uncut cock. That broke the ice. He was rock hard thirty seconds later and a
minute or so later I was sucking his ball's contents out though his cock.

He was done for the night, but I had made a good impression. We all stayed
in the shower a little longer. Manny and Larry left. Manny muttered he owed
me one before he left.

Before dawn the next morning the city police, state troopers and the FBI
made a raid on Bambi and Frankie's house. The got Richie and Jeb as well as
Sam. Sam was arrested for appearances sake. The mob might think he was the
snitch if he had been spared. They were separated after the arrest, so no
one knew of Sam's release. Sam just vanished into North Carolina's
mountains with Marco and Bud.

Larry was a good detective, but he was also good about the nitty-gritty of
the case. He crossed every "T" and dotted every "i." Nothing was left
out. It was an open and shut case for both the drugs and the murders. Manny
was equally skilled in New York. To avoid the death penalty, Richie
confessed to the strangling and to Bull's murder. He had notice Bull
photographing and thought he might be a policeman.

Frankie went to jail, but Bambi was so clueless she was not charged. She
was free, but the fines diminished her fortune considerably. She moved to
Florida to find a wealthy husband. I returned to Richmond. The trip had
been more successful than I expected.