Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2017 22:07:05 -0500
From: bldhrymn@aol.com
Subject: Catfish finds Trouble 2

Catfish finds Trouble 2
By Bald Hairy Man

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bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
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The next morning Lisa and Linda came by. Syd had dazzled Lisa. "I've met
some losers in my time, but Syd takes the cake. The other waitresses at the
bar told to get cash in advance and leave it somewhere safe. Syd was known
to try to get it back. Once he shoots off he becomes deeply dissatisfied
with the services," she explained.

"You shouldn't go that far!" I said.

Lisa laughed. "Don't worry, I'm the tease queen," she said.

"Does he get violent?" I asked.

"Sometimes, but I can be much more violent than he can. Let's just say I'm
a tease queen and a tough cookie," she answered.

"I've been giving her lessons. Lisa is not a black belt yet, but she is
well on the way," Linda said. "In the kitchen they say he is a paper tiger,
mostly talk, not much action. His boys pretend to be his body guards, but
they don't impress the locals."

"Do the locals comment on his political views?" I asked.

"They think he is a joke, a typical drunk at the dark end of the bar," Lisa
said. "He spouts off about Blacks, gays, pointy headed liberals, and Sharia
law. He seems to think Sharia law is in effect in Norfolk.  Alice in
Wonderland is a hard-hitting exposé on poverty in America compared to
Syd's fantasies."

"You can almost tell he was hot stuff in High School," Linda said. "His
sidekicks are the only local followers. I talked with Rutherford last
night. Syd has many followers on the internet. He more impressive on line
than in life. He can spell and understands the basics of grammar. That give
him a leg up on the usual blogger."

They left as Donnie arrived. He had painted a van the day before and it was
a hit. He had been a painting major at a Richmond university and his
Bigfoot after the Apocalypse had impressed. He had met Red and Skeeter and
they hit it off.

"Skeeter looks good, but the elevator doesn't go to the top floor," Donnie
explained. "I had the feeling that his problem isn't poor education; it's a
problem with the raw materials. He is not a criminal mastermind. Red's less
attractive and slightly brighter,"

"Could they be helpful?" I asked.

"I think so," he replied. "If I was his boss, I wouldn't let them know
anything. Skeeter doesn't understand the meaning of what he hears. He told
me there was going to be a big get together at the farm this weekend. He
said it was a "straturgy" meeting. He didn't know what that meant. I assume
it is a planning session."

"The Fourth of July is three weeks away and on a Thursday. A long weekend
would be nice for an event," I observed.

"You could get good news coverage on the weekend too," Donnie said. "His
pal is apparently smarter. At least according to Skeeter. I think they are
boyhood pals."

When Donnie left I called the office. They would alert the right people
about the meeting. We needed some hard information that would allow wire
tapping and computer surveillance. We had suspicions, but none were
actionable. I told them Donnie was getting in with Red and Skeeter, and
Lisa was working on Syd. Rutherford had not called in yet with his
report. His pal, Fairfax Montague IV had been working all night had had
just gone to bed.

Fairfax was independently wealthy, a former department head at the State
Library and for all practical purposes a hermit. He had no social life and
made friends only in the years he spent at the University. Like many
librarians, he was obsessive, and the Charlottesville torch march was a
defilement that need to be avenged. Rutherford said Fairfax had secret
"librarian things" that gave him access to dark places on the internet.

Tommy's wife, Helen, called me and said dinner was off, but asked if we
could have lunch. I said sure and she said she would pick me up at
noon. She picked came by and we went to her house.

"Tommy told me that he thought you could visit him at the office without
being noticed," she explained. "When I saw you, I realized that was an
impossibility. He did describe you, but he forgot to mention the missing
leg.  I sorry but that would be a dead give-away."

"I'm from Northern Virginia and no one knows my relatives, so I decided to
claim you as mine," she continued. "I assume there is a story about the
leg?"

"I interrupted an armed rapist," I said. "I got him, but there was too much
damage to save the leg."

"Well, I am your official connection to Tommy. I tend to be a know it all
and a gossip. If that is of use to you, you are welcome to use my
services," she said. "No one in town knows it, but I can be discrete when
necessary. Tommy hasn't had a leak in his department in years. If anything
gets out, I am the first to know and they are out the door. Tommy said you
are working on the Nazi-KKK problem?" I nodded.

"I assume you have discovered you will not be working with the elite of
Fort Greene society?" she asked. "I am charitable in my judgments of
people, but the ones I have met are pond scum."

"Are there secret supporters in important places?" I asked.

"This is a good town. Nobody wants to upset the apple cart. The police men
aren't exactly flaming liberals, but they are fair. Luckily, almost
everyone knows everyone else. There are no private schools here, so some
guys might not like Black men, but they want their sons on the football
team," she explained.

"And where does Syd fit into this?"

"He's from a good family. His parents were well respected. He was a wild
child, but got a pass because of his parents. He was always a problem, but
I think he has moved from being the problem child into plain old crazy as a
loon," Helen said. "I think he was born to be a con-man. He has a knack for
hot buttons. He knows what will rile up a certain kind of man."

I told her the information from my office. While Helen was opinionated and
aggressive, she knew the significance of what I was telling her. "Your
people are contacting the State Police?" she asked.

"The State Police, the ATF and the FBI. It is more of a keep your eyes open
for suspicious things comment, not an official warning," I said. We don't
want to spook them until we have something definite."

"Tommy and Chief Wilson are good about that. You want a whispered comment
by to chief to trusted officers, not a line item on the morning briefing?"
she asked. I nodded.

"It's time for lunch," she announced. She was a good cook and had
collections of salads ready. There was a lot and I assumed they would be
dinner that night.

"I know you are Tommy cousin. You don't look much alike," she said.

"Well Helen, you get an award for diplomacy. Usually when someone remarks
that I don't resemble my relative, they add, Thank you Jesus!" I
said. Helen burst out laughing.

"You and Tommy are alike in that you wear your hearts on you sleeves. The
slightest hint of an insult leaves you unable to carry on," she said doing
a Southern Belle immatation.

"Yeah, I'm sensitive as shit," I said. She laughed again.

"Tommy says the same thing. He doesn't seem to notice. I do, but I hold it
in and wait for a good time to get revenge," she said. We had a pleasant
chat. She had shopping to do, so she dropped me off at the records office.

Bob had looked up some things for me. A man came in who turned out to be
Syd. He was looking for pre-Civil War deeds. Bob told him that the early
deeds were in the State Archives in Richmond.

"Your trying to hide the evidence. You must have copies!" he said in a
belligerent tone.

"They are digitizing the records, so they will be available at some time,"
Bob said. "I'm afraid they are doing Colonial Records first, so it may be a
while until to reach our county."

"I need them now!" Syd all but screamed.

"You can go to Richmond. The Archives are helpful, but it would be good if
you called in advance to make a request," Bob explained. Syd swore and
whined, but he left.

"How often does that sweet heart come in?" I asked.

"Every two or three weeks," Bob replied. "He asks for the same things. I
tell him they are in the State Archives and he yells some."

"Why doesn't he go to Richmond?"

"It is better for him to have fantasy claim to land, then to know the
truth," Bob explained. "Even if there was an error in the deeds, it
probably wouldn't be a problem. It has been 200 years since the deeds were
recorded. The current owners would own the property by adverse possession."

Bob's assistant left the office to deliver things to a lawyer in
Roanoke. We were alone. Bob leaned close to me and whispered, "I really
liked what we did last night. Is there any chance we could do it again?
Douglas told me he thought there a lot more things we might try."

"Can you get away from your Mom?"

"She's going to spend a week with her sister in Columbia, South
Carolina. I'll have a week off," he said.

"I seem to be always game," I replied. "Let me know."

"Mom is leaving tomorrow. It's Friday. We could go to Douglas's place," Bob
said. I told him that I was making quick trip to Richmond on Friday, but I
would be back before dark. Donnie picked me up at my room that evening. He
had some art supplies he had to get for this Van detailing job.

At the office, I met with Rutherford and Fairfax. They had a lot of
information. Rutherford found Syd's e-mail account, and found a gold
mine. Syd had sent an agenda for a meeting to his contacts and included the
master list of invitees with names and e-mail addresses. Rutherford checked
out names from A to M; Fairfax took N to Z. It was a hate group
buffet. Some were well known. Others were unknown.

I had four regular computer geeks. My head computer guy, brought in four
more.  Catfish & Company has a tolerant employment policy. We are very much
an equal opportunity employer. Hunting for hate groups might be classified
as entertainment for most of my geeks who tended to be alternate life style
people.

When they found a name, the State Police and FBI would check it out. Of
course, many of the names were in their records. The Police were more
excited by the new names. Some of these resulted in discovering a new
group.

I got back to Fort Greene by 4:30 the next afternoon. Douglas called me at
five. "Did Bob talk to you about having a little get together tonight?" he
asked.

"Yes. I'm fine with it. Is it still on?"

"It sure is," he replied.  There was a pause. "I kind of have a pal who
would like to join us. Bob has a pal too. Is that a problem?"

"Are they into it?" I asked.  "I don't much like Sunday School classes."

"Let's say we have exchanged the secret handshake, but they would like to
do more," Douglas said. "I was hoping you would be into it. I had never
been in a threesome before. I loved it."

"Threesomes and foursomes are nice, but five and up is an orgy," I said.

"Have you been to an orgy before?"

"I sure have, and I've liked them. They can be a bit impersonal, but the
sex is usually great," I said.

"Hot Dog! I'll pick you up at 6:00," Douglas said.

He was on time and his house was 15 minutes away.  We were there when his
friends, Rex and Mark arrived. Rex worked at a lumber yard; Mark was a
Forest Ranger. Bob arrived ten minutes later, with Martin, a
pharmacist. Rex and Mark were bears, Martin was an otter. Ellery showed up
a little later.

Douglas, Martin and I were more experienced than the others, but everyone
was into it, big time. Luckily, Martin was a size queen and a greedy
bottom. He had a collection of little blue pills, some fresh poppers and
was uninhibited.  He liked showing off for the other men. He liked showing
off his dick, and he somehow managed to expose his obviously
well-lubricated ass.

I was the shortest and smallest man there, and the men were a little
uneasy. When we got naked, the pills, poppers and my cock worked its magic.

"I don't want to sound trashy, but I'm experienced, versatile and willing
to anything that involves a cock," Martin said. "If you want to experiment,
I'm willing to help out. I'd love to suck all of you. I'm willing to take
any one of you up my ass. Shit I'm willing to take all of your cocks, one
by one or two at a time."

"You've never taken three?" I asked.

Martin laughed. "Nope, but I am willing to try," he replied as he looked at
my cock. "Maybe you would like to do a demonstration of how a size queen
takes the biggest cock he has encountered in years up his ass and still
smile?"

"Do you promise not to shoot off before I get it all in you?" I asked.

"You guys aren't much for the casual foreplay, are you?" Douglas asked.

"Are you shocked?" Martin asked.

"I would be shocked if I wasn't so turned on," Douglas replied. The other
men laughed.

I think I was more than Martin expected, but not more than he hoped for. I
got my cock head past his sphincter and he asked for a break. A little
later he asked if he could sit on it. that was fine for me. he added some
lubricant grabbed a bottle of poppers and he straddled me.

"Go for it baby!" Rex urged.

Mark passed a bottle of poppers to him. He took a snort.  I was deep in him
five minutes later. Martin looked as if he was in a trance, but he was
rotating his ass and bouncing a little. He was rock hard. He began to
bounce more, and took a second hit of poppers.

He was close to shooting, and Douglas leaned over and licked Martin's cock
head. Martin began to shoot. Douglas caught the second ejaculation in the
mouth and ate all the rest until Martin stopped twitching.

"Well that was a trip!" Martin exclaimed. He began to rise but looked a bit
unsteady. Bob and Ellery steadied him.

"Damn, his hole is still open," Mark said.

"Fill me up again, I want more!" Martin begged. Mark's cock wasn't long,
but it was nice and thick. Martin's ass closedup on the new cock. He moaned
in satisfaction.

This was post-graduate man sex, and I guesses if it was too much for the
inexperienced men, they would leave. No one left.

"Well that gets things off to a good start," Ellery remarked. Tommy went to
Bob.  Rex and Ellery came over to me.

"Damn, I could never take that horse cock of yours," Rex said.

"Have you taken a cock before?" I asked.

Rex looked a little sheepish.  Once or twice maybe," he admitted.

"You liked it?" I asked.  He nodded.

"Taking my cock seems to take good attitude more than an oversized
asshole. If you feel an urge to try it on for size, just ask," I said. "I
think I might like to rinse off. Can anyone take me to the shower?" Rex and
Ellery were more than willing, Rex had an unimpressive cock until he got
hard. Erect was a solid tube of dripping man meat. Both men became
enthusiastic in the shower/

Douglas had a king-sized bed and it was a filled with excited men. Rex,
Ellery, Douglas and Mark were bear types, Bob, Martin and I were less
massive but fit in well. My little adventure with Martin seemed to have
relaxed the atmosphere, but increased the sexual intensity. They all knew
this was not a Sunday School Class.

Ellery took a nice trip into Martin's well used hole, and Douglas opened
his back door for Bob. This was the first time for Bob, but, as I've said
many times, sex teaches itself.  Once he was in, Bob knew what to
do. Douglas was vocally appreciative of Bob fucking skills. Douglas was an
active bottom. He wiggled his ass and clenched his cheeks to grab Bob's
tool. They were two happy guys.

"I'm going to shoot!" Bob cried. He tried to pull away, but Douglas grabbed
him and held on until Bob's balls were drained. After an orgasm there is
often an uneasy period. You wonder, how in hell do I top that, and what
next?

Sex is usually private, ne on one in a dark room. Here it was public with
an audience.

"Damn, that was beautiful, "Rex said. "Bob, you get an Oscar for that
performance."

Bob looked at him. "Rex, there wasn't even a script." Everyone laughed.

"It was all straight for the hard," Martin added.

"Thanks god sperm doesn't curdle when exposed to a bad pun!" Mark
said. "I've added Douglas to my dance card for the night."

"I'm willing, but remember, my cock is just the right shape for a good
prostate massage," Douglas said.

"I'm willing," Bob said.

"Bobby, you need to find a guy with a thinner cock than my old but plug for
your maiden voyage," Douglas said. "You have a nice sampling in this room."

Martin's little pills must have kicked in, because Mark began sucking
Ellery, and we all seemed to start sucking the nearest cock. Martin sucked
me as I took care of Rex. About ten minutes later Ellery shot off and he
set off one of the high points of an orgy, a group orgasm. Everyone popped,
inspired by Ellery. I did notice one variation.  Usually guys pull off and
watch the spurting cocks. Everyone here was a cum eater. They ate and
enjoyed.

During the recovery period we chatted as our balls recharged for a second
round. We heard a roar of motorcycles going to Syd's place.

Damn I hate that," Mark said. "We live in a quiet, peaceful mountain area,
and there is nothing left of the peace."

"You are not a biker?" Rex asked.

"I like man powered bikes," Mark said. "I ride a lot, but it's quiet."

"I like the motor powered ones, by my kind of bikers get fat," Rex said,
"You're in good shape."

"I have a stationary bike in my basement rec room," Martin said. "I don't
like exercise much, but I mounted a dildo to the seat, and I ride until I
shoot off."

"Are you kidding?" Bob asked.

"It started as a joke, but it has worked for me," Martin said.

"I used to be in a biker group in Roanoke, the Roanoke Rascals. It was a
good group at first, but they got political and some of the guys were into
pills," Rex said. "I like the wind in my hair as I drive on the open road."

"What kind of politics," I asked.

"Well, they didn't like police much. They figured they owned the road and
should be able to do what they wanted on the road," Rex explained. "They
wanted to live that way, no rules no laws. They had a leader and he thought
the problem was Blacks, Jews and people with a college degrees."

"Baxter, that was the leader, brought in friends who thought the same way,"
he continued. "I left when they stopped riding and only talked."

"Is the group still around?" I asked.

"It is. They say they have over 100 members now." Rex said. "They seem to
spend their time polishing their hogs, not riding them."

"Your noisy neighbor used to come into my pharmacy, but he doesn't come
anymore." Martin said.

"Does he know you are gay?" Bob asked.

"I don't think so. He has zero interest in men. He was getting some
powerful pain meds. He wanted me to get his some extras, and I said no,"
Bob said. "I haven't seen him at the store since."

"He found anther source?" I asked. Bob nodded. I leaned over and started
sucking again. He was ready an already drooling precum. As I sucked, Martin
came up behind Bob. Bob shifted a little and Martin nudged his cock into
Bob's behind. Rex moved in behind Martin, and we soon had a little fuck
train. Douglas, Rex and Ellery joined the group.

Somehow, we managed to keep it going for almost ten minutes. We shifted a
few times. After the last shift I was Martin again and Bob was in me.
Douglas was behind him and all was well. Ellery popped first and set off a
chain reaction orgasm. By the time we broke up. We were all happy.