Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2019 11:05:21 -0500
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Catfish Sort of Retires 2

Catfish Sort of Retires 2
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
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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Since my crew did cyber searches in the gaps between major investigations,
they were slower than usual. I discovered one of my retired geeks, Edward,
was into treasure hunting, or more correctly into fraudulent treasure
hunting. Edward was a retired Sociology and Anthropology professor who
specialized in Eastern Woodland Indians.  There were a group of
"collectors" who liked destroying ancient Indians sites. While a few were
genuinely interested in Indian Culture, most just liked the artifacts. More
than a century earlier, treasure hunters divided in to two groups,
archaeologists and looters.

Edward was interested in treasure hunters as a sociological phenomenon. Men
and women who would devote themselves to a one in a million chance to find
treasure as opposed to having a job interested him. There was a better
chance of winning the lottery than finding treasure. Edward didn't know of
Amy's treasure hunting web site, but it excited him. He investigated it for
me.

Back on the Bay it was clear that Ralph was a good neighbor and good
farmer. Thaddeus was a bit lackluster and casual about farming. He was a
gentleman farmer. Ralph was a ball of fire. He discovered that some of the
crops were unsuited for the area and climate. He found better and more
productive plant varieties. I think Thaddeus did things when he
remembered. Ralph had a firm schedule of activities, and he did these at
the right time. He also realized that his farmhands could farm Carlton Hill
in the slow periods at Good Luck. He didn't need to increase the staff.

Alex was interested in horses, so Ralph began preliminary plans for horse
boarding. There was an impressive barn that had been largely abandoned. It
was well suited to be a stable.  His plans included trails around the
property. He wanted to make the farm look active and thriving.

Julia and her sons and Alex with her daughters had their own social lives.
Since Ralph and Templeton were old friends, Ralph dropped by
regularly. Andy, Julio and Raoul came by periodically, sometimes with
Gustavo. Gustavo shared a common interest with us.

Andy was now working for me only two days a week and was doing four days at
the nursery. I like to think of myself as being young, but no one else
does. An over sexed old guy is a dirty old man. Ralph and I had a talk with
Andy about that. I knew he was always polite to his elders, and was worried
that Andy was just being polite, and wasn't that interested.

Andy told us that some of his earlier experiments with sex weren't ideal.
They weren't bad. They were fast and he got off, but they were lacking
something.  When he had visited Ralph and his late partner, he discovered
what was missing. Ralph's partner treated him as a friend, not just a
playmate. He took his time; it wasn't just a race to shoot off. Andy said I
was the same. He said I was more fun, and sex lasted longer.

Ralph had a number of friends from his youth in the area. His interest in
man sex was not new, and he wasn't shy. He asked me if he might come by and
introduce me to his pals once and a while. I asked him if he needed a crash
pad for non-platonic friends. He admitted that was what he wanted. He was
living in an upscale double wide with in view of the main house and the
entrance road. Julia and her sons could see it.

"They know I'm gay and they are okay with that, but they don't know how gay
I am," he explained. I understood. Ralph wasn't in the closet, but he was
discreet. He didn't flaunt his sexual preferences. I talked with Templeton.
He that it was fine with him and I was okay with that. He and Ralph grew-up
in the area, but they didn't have the same friends. I think he was
interested in meeting new men and having new experiences. I called Ralph
and told him it was fine.

"One or two of the guys I talked to might like to meet you too." Ralph
said. "I mentioned you to them. One of the men is a bit of a size queen. I
mentioned you fit the bill. If that is too much information to tell him, I
hope I haven't hurt your feelings."

"If I told you I'm more interested in my cock's feelings in a tight ass,
would you be surprised?" I replied.

Ralph laughed. "I had a suspicion that would be your reaction," he said.

I wasn't that surprised when Ralph called me the next day and wanted me to
meet Charley the Crab Man. He owned a restaurant on the water two towns
away. The food was simple and good. It wasn't fancy, but when you had fresh
seafood caught that morning, it's hard to go wrong. His fish of the day was
indeed the fish caught that morning.

Charley was beefy and sported a white beard that was Hollywood's idea of a
what an old fisherman should look like. He was out going and cheerful, as
you would expect of an old fisherman. He came with a pal, Doug. Doug was
Charley's special friend. He was a house painter who looked a little like
Sam Elliot. We talked some and ended up in my bedroom. "Catfish, I haven't
played with a new guy in a few years," Charley said. "I may be out of
practice."

"I think it's like riding a bike, once you've figured it out, it comes back
really quickly," Doug volunteered.

I was on the bed and Charley went for my cock as I sucked Doug. Doug hadn't
talked much but his cock did the talking for him. His cock was into it big
time. Charley treated my cock as if it was a rare delicacy, it was to be
savored and explored. I apparently began to ooze precum at the same time
that Doug's cock began to drool. It was as if he had turned on the precum
faucet.

Charley loved my cock juices. After a while the men switched positions. I
had a feeling that Doug was a reserved man, the strong silent type. Once he
began sucking me, he became enthusiastic. He wanted to deep throat
me. Charley's cock was more head than shaft, and he had a wide drooling
slit.

"I'm getting close," Charley said, "Where do you want my load?"

"Where do you like to make a deposit?" I asked.

"Given my druthers, I like to leave it deep in an ass," he said. I pulled
up my legs exposing my hole. A second later he switched place with Doug and
was squirting in my ass.  He must have had a month's supply of sperm stored
in his balls. If you want to make a new friend quickly, I had found the
perfect way.

Since he was Doug's lover, I asked him if he would mind if I stretched his
ass and made my own deposit in him. He said that was fine. "Sometimes guys
get a bit emotional when I fuck them," I observed. Doug smiled in approval.

I had assumed that Charley had some experience and was right about that.
He ran a restaurant and was the perfect host. His hole was already
lubricated. His sphincter caressed my cock I eased into him. He shivered
and moaned a few times when I hit new spots. It was both relaxing and
stimulating. I fucked him until he shot off. Doug was there to take the
load.

We talked as we cooled down, and the arson outbreak was the main subject of
discussion. Both men were local, but they didn't have any obvious
suspects. An interest in arson doesn't just pop-up up out of nowhere. They
assumed it was a summer visitor. I knew this might be a standard
reaction. Most people don't suspect a neighbor.

Charley thought it might be a part time resident, but everyone who came to
his restaurant was a big tipper. He placed big tips high on his list of
virtues.

"You have forgotten the Jersey Boys," Doug chimed in. "They ate a lot,
drank too much and left after causing a stir, without paying a tip!"

"At least they were just passing through," Charley said.

"They weren't just passing through. I saw them at Digby's Palace," Doug
replied. "I was working at Doc Williams' place and I saw them there."

Doug explained Digby's Palace was a single wide trailer owned a local
character who wasn't quite right. It didn't meet any local building and
zoning standards, but Digby was such a pain to work with, they let it
go. Digby was long dead, and the Jersey Boys were the new residents.

Doug told us the Jersey Boys didn't fish, swim or boat. They owned some
strange looking equipment, which Doug didn't recognize except for some
metal detectors. Metal detectors are standard equipment for relic hunters
looking for Civil War memorabilia. I'm not that into the Civil War, but I
knew this area was not much involved in any major battles.

Charley had to get back to the Crab Man Restaurant. We showered, and I gave
Charley a good by poke in the ass. Charley went to the car, and Doug asked
if I would object to a solo session some time. I told him that was fine
with me.

"Your cock is a turn on, but I'm not sure my hole is ready for prime
time. Can you be careful?" he asked. I told him that was not a
problem. Doug was more receptive than I had guessed. I think he was into
getting fucked and didn't admit it to himself.  When he left, I called the
Sherriff and told him about the Jersey Boys.  The trailer was in the next
county, but the local sheriffs were all pals.

Edward called me with a list of e-mail addresses of people who had
commented on Blackbeard's Treasure. He was doing searches on them. I gave
those names to the Sherriff too. Sheriff Tucker had done a search for
recent tickets and disturbing the peace arrests. He found four tickets for
New Jersey residents, three were from one town, Hackensack. That raised a
little flag.

Templeton and I took a drive to look at Digby's Palace. Doc Williams was
Templeton's friend, social, not sexual. We saw him doing yard work and
stopped. Almost everyone is willing to take a break from yard work. He knew
nothing about the people renting Digby's Palace.

"Digby was a trial as a neighbor, but I got used to him. I hadn't realized
he was upscale compared to the people who have lived there since he
died. The current group seems to vary between three and ten men, and they
seem to sleep through the day and go out at night. The don't fish, swim or
go out on a boat," Doc said. "They seem to have a lot of equipment. I have
no idea what it's for, but I guess it's some fancy metal detectors." I took
a mental note that all the fires were set at night. We didn't learn much,
but I got all the license plate numbers of the parked cars at the
house. There was one Virginia license. I gave that information to the
Sherriff. Templeton returned to Richmond that night.

The next day was rainy so I spent it indoors.  Doug called me and asked if
he could come by. He had a friend who he thought would like me. Of course,
it was fine with me.  He arrived a half hour later with an older man,
Rodney. Rodney was about my age and a retired gym teacher.

Rodney had spent his entire teaching career avoiding sex with men. He had
friend who had strayed and had lost his job and family due to a misjudgment
with a student. Rodney walked the straight and narrow path, but he was free
now. Rodney had a limited sexual repertoire. He sucked and let men suck
him. He knew there was a lot more but his years in the closet and shyness
limited his ability to experiment.

He was nervous and uneasy. Luckily, he had fetish for large cocks. He had
seen them, but never intimately. When we got naked, he was entranced.  He
was in good shape for a man his age, but he wasn't handsome. He was the
sort of man who is more appealing to other men that to women. He was
comfortable with me since I am not handsome either. I knew the being ugly
with a big cock is not the same as being ugly.

Rodney was fully erect. "Sorry about that," he muttered.

I smiled. "I see everything is in full working order. Are you a fucker or a
sucker?" I asked.

"I haven't done enough to have a preference," Rodney replied. "Doug is the
first man I've gotten completely naked with. We sucked."

"You liked that?"

"I loved it," Rodney replied. "It was wonderful."

"Rod's shy, but once he gets into it, he's fine," Doug said.

"Gay sex isn't pretty, but once you get into it, it gets better," I
remarked. Doug was standing next to me. I leaned over and sucked him. Maybe
thirty seconds later Rod began to suck me. A few minutes later, Doug
surprised me when he filled my mouth with sperm. I knew he lost interest
after he shot off, so he dressed and left.

"Catfish, there are a lot of things I would like to do, but I'm not sure I
have that much nerve," Rod said. "You took Doug's load. Do you like that?
I've never done that."

"I don't do that all of the time, but Doug was oozing precum and I liked
that. It's also good when you feel his cock twitching and taste his
cum. This may sound odd, if I like guy I know where he made it and where
it's been." I said. "I used to take it because I'm hairy and getting dried
sperm out of my hair is a pain. There is nothing to clean up and no
evidence that anything happened at all. It keeps things neat."

"It that the same when you leave you load in a guy's ass?"  he asked. He
was on the bed next to me. The conversation was going nowhere so I sat up,
pivoted and sat on his erect cock. I think Rod discovered the virtues of
fucking a minute or two later. I thought he was going to shoot off
immediately, but he held off for about twenty minutes. We talked as he
cooled down.

I knew the names of the men who rented Digby's Palace and some of the men
who were interests in the Blackbeard treasure site. There was a Virginian
named Lou Totten at the Palace, and Fred Totten interested in the treasure
site. I asked Rodney he knew anyone named Totten.

"Members of the Totten family are legendary at my school. They are old,
mountain type hillbillies. Mostly unemployed and into moonshine and petty
crime," Rodney said. "I was a hero to them because I gave their spawn a
passing grade. No one ever flunked P.E., but they came close a few times."

"Were they from the mountains?" I asked.

"Shit no. the joke was that the family patriarch saw an old Ma and Pa
Kettle movie and liked the look," he continued. "They are very clannish and
their taste for marrying cousins caused some problems."

"Do you know of a Lou and Fred?"

"I had both of them in gym class. Fred was older.  I would guess he 35 or
so now. He was normal by the standards of the family. Lou is maybe 30
now. He was hopeless and pretty nasty. I was bigger than he was, but other
teachers had problems," Rodney said. "I think he was developing mental
problems just before he dropped out of school. Officially his mother was a
cousin, but there was gossip it was his sister."

"Fred could have worked and made a living, but he liked half-baked get rich
schemes. Most were either illegal or borderline illegal. He was caught a
few times but never went to jail," Rod continued. "Judge Wilson knew him
since he gone to school with his son and knew he couldn't think out a
complicated scheme. The Judge would have a friendly chat with him and get
the names of the ringleaders.  Lou is nasty but will never go the jail. His
mental condition will save him from that."

Lying next to a naked guy inspired my cock to get hard. Rod lost his
interest in talking and started sucking. I surprised him when I shot
off. He pulled off after the first spurt but return to lick up my cum and
then suck up my post orgasmic drool.

"I sorry I surprised you," I said.

"I was shocked when you popped.  It took a little time to realize that I
was more turned on than shocked," Rod said. "Do you think Doug would like
me to take his?"

"I wouldn't worry too much about that," I said.

"I have to go. Do you think we could do this again?" he asked. I said that
would be fine.

As soon as he left, I called the Sherriff and mentioned the Totten name.

"Shit, I sent the names to the State Police without looking at them. I know
all the Totten clan," he replied. "A dozen of them could be involved. They
could be the arsonist and the mugger. The hit and run is unlikely. Damaging
a car would be a big problem for them." He said he would have his men do
some checking.

That night I was invited over to Alex Strauss' house for dinner. Her father
and mother were there.  We ate with the older daughters. Mrs. Strauss was
with the younger girls. I gave them an update on the investigation. Amy's
discovery was under investigation, and I emphasized that they needed to
avoid the web site to make sure no one would suspect they were
involved. Belmont Strauss was also worried about the soon to be
ex-husband. He was trying to get alimony from Alex, saying he deserved to
live in the style he had become accustomed to as her husband. "The man is
not right," he complained.

Mr. Strauss had sent his chauffeur, Marty, down to make sure Amy and the
girls were safe. He was a retired New York City cop, and a naturally
suspicious man.  They also had a housekeeper, Mrs. Washington and a cook,
Martha Bullard. Both were substantial Church Ladies. Mrs. Washington had
raised four daughters and sent them all to college on her modest
income. She ran a tight ship.

Martha was a superb cook and had made friends with the Mexican field
workers with her lunches. Mrs. Washington was a widow. Martha's husband was
a retired Marine Sargent. He was the sort of man who thought it was wrong
to have seven women alone in an isolated house.  He just watched and made
unexpected visitors uncomfortable. As a group, the chauffeur, house keeper,
cook and the Mexicans were an impressive group, alert and concerned.

Good Luck Farm had Ralph and the farm hands as protection. Ralph was always
busy, and active. He was ready to pitch in when necessary and he liked his
employees to be busy too. It was a hot summer, so he adjusted work hours to
avoid mid-day heat when possible. He hand delivered water and soft drinks
to men working in the fields.

Templeton came with friends almost every weekend. Some came for a day on
the Bay, some spent the night. We didn't share the same social circles, but
I knew many of them professionally. My bedroom was in the old servants'
quarters of the house, and had a little living area attached.  I could go
there and leave Templeton and his friends alone.  During the week the men
that Templeton called my harem visited me. The pool was a draw.

A few of Templeton's friends asked me if they might visit during the
week. They also did this when we were alone and away from other
guests. Most were straight and had a business relationship with
Templeton. Mixing business with pleasure was bad for both the business and
relationship part of the relationship. That was fine with me.

The first man to visit me was Linwood Thomas.  He was a semi-retired stock
broker. He was a widower with three grown children and specialize in
handling charitable foundations assets. He had a knack for finding safe
investments with good dividends. He called and told me he would be in the
area for a meeting and would like to drop by after the meeting.

Linwood was in his early sixties, perfectly dressed and groomed. He was a
golfer and had won his club championship a few times. We had nothing in
common. I don't keep my sexual preferences hidden, so he knew my
interests. I assume that was his interest too.

Linwood was diplomatic and direct, an unusual combination. He told me that
he knew my office was successful and had helped many of his friends. He was
reserved and private, but he said that we shared some common tastes. I
asked him if he wanted a trip on the wild side.

"If I said I wanted a trip on the semi-wild side would you understand?" he
asked. "I am interested but have been too timid to do any exploring. I am a
fastidious man. I have been wondering if being a fastidious and timid man
has meant I have missed some human experiences. I understand that you have
not missed many."

"You are right about that, but I am surprised that I still find new
pleasures," I said. I began unbuttoning my shirt. He did the same. While
Linwood was dapper and well-groomed above his collar, he was furry under
his expensive clothes. He was thin, and in good shape, but he had a thick
coat of hair covering his front and back. His cock was almost hidden in his
pubic bush.

"I'm uncomfortable with nudity," he said.

I bent over and licked his uncut cock.  I then sucked his foreskin into my
mouth and worked my tongue into the pucker. His knob met my tongue a
half-inch in.  As soon as I touched it, he began to shiver and ooze
precum. I had thought his cock was small, but it just needed some
inspirational sucking. Linwood was used to the quick suck in a dark
place. I like sucking and I took my time.

He finally got enough nerve to suck me. It took him a little while to get
into it. "Can guys get it all into their mouths?" he asked.

"A few can, but that's rare," I said. "It's easier to take it in the ass. A
lot of guys like that," I said.

"I don't think I could take it," he replied. I returned to his cock and
after one quick lick, he shot off. I took his entire load, a first for him
apparently. It was a hot summer day and we went to the pool to cool off.

Ralph, Andy and Raoul joined us. Ralph liked Linwood a lot. He was a ginger
bear and liked bears. Ralph was in the water talking with Linwood who was
sitting on the edge. Ralph had to be careful in the sun with his pale skin
and red hair.

"I guess you noticed the summer dress code is a bit informal," Ralph
remarked. "Catfish keeps things laid back and informal."

"I've never skinny dipped before," Linwood said. "Actually, I never been
naked outside before."

"We're all boys here. I used to like the school showers," Ralph said.

"They called me the chimp, or Sasquatch," Linwood said. "It wasn't the high
point of my high school life."

"I liked the fur balls. The more hair the better. They looked like real
men! The hairless boys were just jealous," Ralph replied. Andy swam over
and swallowed Linwood's cock.

"Boy, it is informal here!" Linwood remarked. "What are the rules?"

"As far as I can tell, you shouldn't shoot off in the pool," Ralph said
laughing. "Don't worry, Andy will take care of any orgasmic events."

"I shot off earlier," Linwood said.

"When you are visiting Catfish once is not enough!" Ralph said.

Linwood left after his second orgasm, but he asked me if he could visit
again. "I haven't done much for you, but I have loved it here," he said.

"Please do visit me again.  It's nice and quiet here, but I like company,"
I replied.

A week later Linwood called me. He asked if he could visit again. I said
that would be fine.

"By the way, when I was there with Templeton, he told me about your arson
problem. I mentioned that to my daughter who has a summer house on Cape
Cod. They had a similar problem two years ago. It was an outbreak for about
three months during the off season. It seemed to just go away, but it
sounded like your situation. I thanked him for the information, and we
agreed to meet the next day.

I went to my computer and checked the treasure hunting site. There was an
article titled, "Blackbeard's Gold on the Cape." That was on hell of a
coincidence. I called my office and the Sherriff. The Sherriff didn't
believe in coincidences. He was a sensible man. He said he would call the
State Police. They could connect to the FBI who could handle interstate
crime. Two almost matching crimes could double the possible evidence.