Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 02:37:36 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman Subject: Young Catfish Young Catfish By Bald Hairy Man This is a sexual fantasy with no effort made at real life experiences. If you object to gay fiction, DO NOT READ. This story is not for you. If you have any comments, send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com. Catfish's later life is covered in Play Pen and Millennium Construction Company. Some kids are bad, and some kids are troubled. I was one of the troubled ones, an underachiever. In my case it was because I thought I was a lot smarter than I had any right to think. I just knew better than my Mom and Dad and any of my teachers. Only my Mom actually thought I was an underachiever. Everyone else thought I was doing as much as I could, given my modest endowments. Looking back, it was odd I thought I was so smart. If I was as smart as I thought I was, I certainly didn't have anything to show for it. I didn't do well in school. I didn't do particularly well doing chores. Everyone thought I was a screw up. I was happy getting C's and doing as little as I could. My life was straight from "Leave it to Beaver" until I was fourteen. Dad died. He was at work, said he was feeling kind of faint and died of a massive heart attack. He was alive at breakfast and dead by lunch. The Principal came to get me from class and I couldn't for the life of me guess what I had done bad enough to get him to personally get me. He took me home and my Uncles' and Aunts' cars were there. Uncle Jake told me what happened. I don't really remember much of the next few days. Jake took me to Elwood's, the good department store, to get clothes. Everyone was nice, but I was pretty much out of it. About a week later it struck me, we were alone and in poor financial shape. For most guys, dying at 45 is not good. It wasn't good for us at all. Mom had been a nurse and she had to get re-certified. As soon as I was fifteen, my after school job became real important to me. I wanted to quit school, but Jake and Mrs. Robertson wouldn't let me. Uncle Jake was a lumberjack and I didn't know him very well. He was Mom's older brother and Mom and Aunt El, his wife, didn't get along well. When Dad died, Jake was about as helpful as a man could be. He took care of all the details. Mrs. Robertson was our nextdoor neighbor across the fence. We lived in a small town. The Robertsons lived on Elm Street, the best street in town. We lived on Linden, an okay, but not great street. Mrs. Robertson and Mom became good friends, helping each other out. Mr. Robertson was a banker and wasn't much good around the house. Mrs. Robertson was also beautiful. She wasn't just pretty or cute, she was movie star like beautiful. She had been brought up in an apartment house in New York, so she didn't have much useful information about how to fix things. Mom and Dad did. Dad helped when they had emergencies. Dad said, you never needed to show Mrs. Robertson what to do twice. That was about as high a compliment as Dad paid anyone. When I was talking about leaving school, Mrs. Robertson asked me over to her house. We sat in her library. It looked like a museum to me. We had a very quiet conversation about school and how important it was. That I had heard before. Then she went in for the kill. "Your father told me not graduating from High School was the stupidest thing he had ever done and he was looking forward to seeing you graduate. You will be the first man in his family to do that." she said. "I will be in the audience watching in your Father's place." I said, that would be fine with me. Mrs. Robertson was one of those people you obeyed. She didn't tell you to do anything often, but when she did she was dead serious. Uncle Jake was the same way. He was a big, imposing man. His wife, El, said I was the runt of a litter of one. I was 5'4" and weighed 115 pounds in High School. Jake was a good six foot and 250 solid pounds with an air about him. He too expected to be obeyed. I was worried about money, he told me not to worry. "No one in our family has ever been on the dole. We take care of our own," he said. "Wildridge, your Mom is hard working and you're going to be hard working, whether you want to be or not." My name was Wildridge, but by now almost everyone called me Catfish. When I said I was a runt, I was small everywhere except for my cock. In gym class, the first time I showered, it became real clear, my cock was oversized. Buster Billings said it looked like a Catfish. The coach was passing by when Buster made the comment. "It may be a Catfish, but it sure is a keeper." Coach said. The name stuck. I wasn't too sure about the nickname at first, but there are worse things to be known by than the size of your cock. It sure was a lot better than Pee Wee. I had one real good friend in High School, Scotty. He was a nice kid. He was twice as big as me and was mostly fat in grade school. In High school he got a lot more solid, but he didn't have the body to be a success as a ballet dancer, if you get my drift. His nickname was Walrus. He had the body type of a Walrus and a thick coat of hair covering it. This was at the height of the Annette and Frankie period and it would have been difficult for two guys to be any less stylish than Scotty and me. I needed to shave at 13 and was downright shaggy by 15, with signs of balding already appearing. Behind our backs they called us the "gruesome twosome". We had experimented with sex between ourselves and the experiments had been successful, but widely spaced. We had jerked off together, but little more. If we had been smarter guys than we were, we might have noticed that neither of us had any interest in girls. One day Scotty dropped in after school. Mom was at work. "Catfish, have you heard of a guy getting blown?" Scotty asked. "Yeah." I said. I had, but I didn't have much of an idea what getting blown was. "It's real good." he said. "And I mean, really good." "You did it?" "No, a guy blew me." Scotty replied. "At the picnic shelter in Centennial Park." "Who was it?" I asked, "What did he do?" "It's not really blowing, it was more like sucking. I don't know who the guy was, but he sure loved my cock!" Scotty paused. "He said, he would do it again in a private place if I liked it well enough to do it again. I was interested, but didn't want to go with a stranger alone. He must have guessed my thoughts. He asked, if I had any friends who liked the same things I did. I said, I knew a guy who might be interested." "Me?" I asked like an idiot. "Who else do you think?" he said. We talked about it and decided we might give it a spin. It's hard for horny teenagers to pass up sex. Scotty said, the guy told him, he came by the picnic shelter from time to time and I could look for him." We agreed to hang around the park and see if he showed up. He didn't. Uncle Jake did. I was never so shocked in my life. He was surprised too. He came over and we talked. The park was apparently a well-known gay pick up place. Jake was a smart man and figured out what we were doing right off the bat. I was embarrassed he had caught us. It didn't occur to me to think about why he was in the park. That was when the other guy showed up. I didn't know what he looked like, but I could tell from Scotty's reaction it was him. He was about Jake's age, but thinner and shorter. He looked at us and came over. I thought Scotty was going to have a heart attack. "Jake, you aren't snaking my boys away from me, are you?" he said. "Gene, I didn't know you had taken to robbing cradles!" Jake said without batting an eye. "And with my nephew, no less." "Shit, you're kidding! Your nephew?" Gene said. He looked genuinely concerned. "I had no idea. I was just going to give them a starter lesson!" "I didn't either." Jake said. "But it runs in the family." "We'd better get going." I said. "Don't let me interrupt." Jake said. "I've got no problem with what you are doing and I remember what it was like being young and wanting to find out about sex. Gene's an old friend and a good man to boot. Go ahead, enjoy yourselves." "Why don't you join us?" Gene asked. "To tell you the truth, I was planning to use your fishing cabin as a play house. Come along, if your donkey dong doesn't inspire them, nothing will. " "Catfish has a monster too." Scotty said. "I can't believe anyone has a bigger one." At first neither Uncle Jake nor I had any intention of messing around, but somehow curiosity got the better of me. I glanced at Jake's crotch. When I glanced up, I saw he had been looking at mine. Our eyes met we both knew we shared the exact same thought. I had never been so curious about anything as I was about Jake's cock. We got in Gene's car and drove to the cabin. It was only five miles out of town, but it could have been hundred of miles away, it was so secluded. It was small and on the edge of a stream. We went inside. It was stuffy, but Jake opened all the windows. It was a warm day and the cabin cleared out in minutes. "Well guys." Gene said, "I know you're not experienced, but it's usual to get naked and see what happens." Scotty looked kind of uneasy. Jake noticed. "Boys, we're here for sex and fun, it ain't a prom." Jake said. He stripped off his shirt exposing his barrel chest, covered with a thick matt of white hair. Gene was right behind Jake and had his pants down first. As soon as Scotty saw Gene's cock, he stripped. I think he didn't want to be the first one naked. I brought up the rear. I stripped last, but was naked first. "Shit, Scotty's right, you have matching dicks." Gene said as he looked over Jake and me. That wasn't quite right. Jake's hung an inch or so lower than mine. I said that. "It's how big they are when they're hard!" Gene replied as he dropped to his knees and tried to swallow my cock in one gulp. He didn't get it all, but he sure got a lot. It took a good two or three licks of his tongue to realize I could get use to this very easily. Two more licks and I knew why I hadn't been interested in girls. Gene and I were in our own little world for a while. When I came out of it I noticed that my friend, Scotty, was sucking my Uncle and having no problem at all with Jake's donkey dong. Looking at him going at Jake's cock, I wondered if Scotty might have had more experience than he let on. I was pondering on that subject when he and Gene traded cocks. I was shocked at first. It was easier to have a complete stranger suck you than an old friend. That took some getting use to. Gene was a good cocksucker, Scotty was great. He could take it all. "After some scientific study, I think Catfish's cock is longer and Jake's is thicker." Gene said while taking a breath. "I didn't know Granddaddy Wilson's horse cock had been inherited by any of the younger generation." Uncle Jake said. "I thought I was the last." "Shit, I didn't know there was anything to inherit." I replied. Scott was getting me close to shooting. He took a breather and gave my cock a rest. Cock sucking hadn't previously occurred to me, but when Scott stopped sucking, I felt I should pay him back somehow. He stood up and I dropped to my knees. His cock was rock hard and drooling stuff from his piss slit. I had second thoughts. I was pulling away and looked up at Scott. His eyes were closed and I knew he was expecting to feel my lips on his cock. Scotty was my best friend and I didn't was to hurt his feelings, so I revved up my courage and took his cock into my mouth. It was better than I had guessed. I guess I must have expected it to taste like piss. It was sweet and slippery. I didn't mind the taste at all. Scotty moaned and I knew he liked it. As he moaned a second time he oozed some more of the cock jelly and I decided I liked it. Scott's cock was a good size, but it was easy to swallow the whole thing. When I pulled off, I must have suctioned a huge glob of the stuff from his cock. I had just discovered I had a real affinity for pre cum. I couldn't get enough of it. I had also discovered that my best friend from Grade School was a prime, choice, A number one, Guernsey cow when it came to pre cum production. Once he started to flow, he produced it by the pint. I was in heaven. "Don't use him all up!" Gene said. "Try out Jake and let me get some of it!" Gene edged me out of the way and pushed me towards Jake. Quite frankly, I had no intention in the world of sucking Jake, but Scotty's cock jam inspired me and I didn't even think about it as I tried to swallow the huge dick. "Jesus!" Jake cried. I don't think he expected me to suck him anymore than I expected to do it. Jake was big, but his cock slipped down my gullet as if it was made to fit. If it hadn't felt so good Jake would have complained. If it hadn't tasted so good, I would have stopped. As it was, I went after Jake's cock like a dog in heat. Jake didn't ooze as much as Scotty at first, but when I finally pulled off, something inside him was churning out the goo. The stuff turned me on. I licked it up, then deep-throated Jake again. "Slow up, I'm going to pop!" Jake cried. I couldn't slow up, I was crazed. He began to shake and shiver. I finally pulled off and was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. Jake was old, but he sure was producing man seed. I swallowed twice. I'm not sure anyone became a confirmed cocksucker faster than me. I loved it from the start. I'm also not sure I had ever recognized that I liked men, not women. I had never been interested in girls and hadn't thought much of it. When my mouth tasted Scotty's cock for the first time, it all became clear. I loved it. I wasn't romantically attached to Scotty. We were still friends, but I sure liked his cock and he liked mine. We were friends and playmates. Buddies helping each other out. I was surprised I felt the same way about Jake. The physical contact with his cock was more exciting than I could have conceived. I had guessed sex would be good, but had no idea it was as good as it was. It was a new world opening up for me. Before Scotty, I had figured out having a guy suck on your cock would be good. It hadn't occurred to me sucking cock could be good. It was great. I had never visualized myself on my knees, trying to suck the sex juices of a guy through his cock. Scotty was one thing, my Uncle was another. It was a shock to have my Mother's brother shooting his cum. It didn't bother me one bit. Looking back, what was really strange was how natural it was. Somehow I thought you were supposed to feel cheap and be filled with regret after your first sexual experience. The only thing I wanted to do was to do it again. Gene was willing. He was good too. He didn't last more than a few minutes before he popped. Things calmed down after that. Jake and Gene had cum, Scotty and I were still fully loaded. I must have looked disappointed. "If you can wait and give us a chance to recharge, I'd be glad to get you off, boys." Jake said. "I could do it now, but will enjoy it a lot more in twenty minutes." "You don't have to if you don't want to." Scotty said. "It's not that." Gene said. "After I shoot, it takes a while to get back up to speed. The desire is there, but the enthusiasm takes more time. "Believe me, I'd love to get you boys off. I love boy cum." "You want to suck me while I shoot?" I asked. "Sure, food of the Gods." Gene replied. "You took my load." Jake said. "You liked it, didn't you?" "Yes, but it wasn't on purpose." I said. "It was an accident." "Would you do it again?" Jake asked. I thought for a second. "I kind of think I would." I replied. Jake smiled. "I kind of thought you would too." Jake said. "there nothing wrong about liking cock. I like it. Gene likes it, and if I'm not mistaken, you and Scotty have a taste for it." "You are not mistaken about me." said Scotty. "Not mistaken about that at all." He looked at me. I knew he wanted me to say something. "Does this mean I'm a cocksucker?" I asked. "Only if you get lucky." Jake answered.