Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 05:00:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Young Catfish 5 Young Catfish 5 By Bald Hairy Man If you don't like gay stories or descriptions of sexual activity DON'T READ THIS STORY. If you are offended, why are you here? Go where you aren't offended. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort at safe sexual practices has been made. If you have any comments or suggestions, sent them to bldhrymen@yahoo.com, or bldhrymn@aol.com. Don took Ron's cock like a duck to water. Don had said, he had to go early, but once his cock head made contact with Don's prostate, he must have rescheduled. Once the initial excitement passed, Don relaxed and the two of them had a nice long fuck. Scotty popped the second Gene's cock popped through his asshole. It was a hands free, cock to prostate orgasm, so Scotty was real happy. "Do you mind if I keep on pumping?" Gene asked. "I like the feel of your ass." "Go ahead." Scotty said. "It feels good to me." Jake came up behind me, put his arms around me and played with the hair on my chest. His hairy chest rubbed against the hair on my back. I could feel his cock resting on my ass. He was rubbing it on my ass crack. "What's it going to take to push you over the edge?" Jake asked. I was enveloped by Jake, his hands tweaked my tits. His cock was rubbing my ass. Jake moved so his cock head touched my asshole. I shivered and twitched. I lost control and started to rear load Bubba. "That's it, Catfish." Jake whispered. "Let it all go. Drain those balls!" I did and pulled out of Bubba's ass. I felt drained, but great. Jake took my place and Bubba grunted when Jake's monster rammed him. Jake wasn't a delicate fucker; he was a man rammer. At first, I was afraid Bubba would be hurt, but that wasn't a problem at all. Bubba was moaning in ecstasy. Jake's donkey dong filled the ass completely and my cum was oozing out every time Jake rammed deep. "God, fucking is messy!" I said, thinking out loud. "Sloppy seconds are messy, but nothing feels better!" Jake said. "You must have dumped a pint of cum into Bubba's hole. You must have the caviar of man seed! It's smooth as silk." That's when Jake popped and Bubba shot his load. Both men were vocal and anyone who hadn't shot off yet came. The room smelled of man sex. Ron left his cock in Don's ass, so every drop of man seed was safely deposited. Ron really had to get back to work, so the party broke up. Scotty and I talked on the way home. "How was it?" I asked, "Fucking, I mean." "It wasn't what I expected." Scotty replied. "It was the best orgasm I ever had, but hurt a lot." "Are you going to try it again?" "Have you ever done something you weren't too sure about, but somehow you knew you'd be doing it for the rest of your life?" he asked. "Not exactly, but I know what you're talking about. I understand." We were home and I went in. There was a note on the door to call Mom. I called her and she said, they were coming back the next day.. "Mrs. Robertson isn't feeling well at all. You might warn Jake. He will get the word out." Mom said. "Things aren't good at all. She wants to be at home." I understood what that meant too. I called Jake and gave him the message. They arrived the next day at noon. The repairs were greatly admired, Mrs. Robertson looked relieved; there was no trace of the fire. She looked the repainted rooms over, but said, maybe she should lie down after the long trip. Mom wasn't home much at all for the next month. Mrs. Wooten had to go home and Mrs. Robertson didn't want her husband to leave work. Mom said, that was best. Mr. Robertson wasn't good about nursing type things. He was doing a lot of stuff with their kids and Mom felt that was better for them all. Mom and Sadie took over all the nursing duties. I became the yardman. Mrs. Robertson could see the yard from her window and had mentioned she hadn't been able to plant flowers as usual. That became my job. The children helped me with it. They wanted something to do. No one actually mentioned how sick their mother was, but everyone knew. I had noticed lots of people were being nice to me. Most people had either avoided me, or didn't seem to notice me. Now they were stopping to talk, asking me how things were. My teachers in school were cutting me some slack too. Oddly enough, I didn't need as much slack as I had before. I was doing better. Mrs. Robertson died a month later. It was a big funeral. Mr. Robertson asked me to be a pallbearer. I was surprised, but not half as much as everyone else in town. Afterwards, Mom went back to the hospital, but she also had many night jobs, taking care of the other patients like Mrs. Robertson. In the summer I was going to work full time, but Jake found me another job. I had been doing minimum wage work. Jake had a lumberman friend who needed someone to work at a camp in the mountains. It paid $3.00 an hour. That was as much money as I could even dream about at that time. The guy was an old friend of Jake's and one of his crew had quit at a bad time. The guy picked me up on a Sunday in an incredibly old and beaten up pickup truck and drove me to the camp. His name was Clyde and he wasn't very talkative for the first part of the trip. Clyde was tall, heavy and covered in blondish grey hair. With a full beard and long hair, he looked like a pioneer woodsman or mountain man. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, both old and well worn. We had lunch somewhere west of Lynchburg. As we went further west into the mountains he told me to get a beer from under the seat. He had stashed a six-pack of beer in a cooler. After a beer or two, he got more talkative. "I hope you're not too scrawny for the job." Clyde said. "Jake said, you'd be fine and he's as good a judge of men as any." "I can work well enough." I said. "I've been working since I was 14." "We've got long days and don't get out of the woods for weeks." Clyde said. "There ain't much social life." I laughed. "I've got shit for a social life anyway. You may not have noticed, but I'm not a matinee idol." Clyde laughed. "Yeah, I noticed." he said, still laughing. "You'll be in good company. None of us are lookers. You got all your teeth, that's rare in my camp. They're all nice guys, once you get to know them." "Not many people want to get to know them?" I asked. "You got that right! They all lack curb appeal." commented Clyde. "We work all day and sleep all night, so there's not much time for anything else." "I know how to amuse myself." I said. "Jake told me the story behind your nickname." Clyde said. "It sounds as if you have a lot to be amused with. I guess you could say, the boys are open-minded. Jake's been at our camp and seemed to think you wouldn't mind it at all." "Wouldn't mind what?" "I guess you could say, we help each other out." "Good clean fun?" I suggested. "Good fun!" Clyde said. "Most people wouldn't say it's clean fun. We've been together for a long time and we've found ways to make the nights shorter. " "That sounds good to me." "Jake said, you'd be game." Clyde said, as he turned the truck off the road onto a woodland trail. It started off as a dirt road, but soon deteriorated into rutted path. It was hard to stay on the seat of the truck. After an hour of bone jarring bumps, we arrived at a clearing. There was a rough, wooden cabin on one edge and large machinery and beaten up trucks scattered around the clearing. We stopped and several men appeared. It looked to me as if I had fallen into a tribe of cavemen. They were all big, hairy and none seemed to have had any experience with a razor, or a comb for that matter. Clyde looked like Fred Astaire compared to the rest of his men. It was a warm, early summer day and they were dressed in cut off jeans and little else. I couldn't tell if they jeans were cut off, or if the lower pant legs had just fallen off. Most wore construction boots and several had suspenders. I had never seen shirtless guys with suspenders before and it struck me as odd. Everyone seemed real friendly and glad to see Clyde and me. Clyde introduce me as Catfish and one of the guys said, I looked more like "Shrimp" to him. I let that pass. I helped to unload the truck. Clyde had a month's supply of food and other necessities in the back. I did my part and the man who made the "Shrimp" comment, allowed I was a worker, not a looker. The inside of the cabin was rustic and crude, with a central table and beds around the edge of the room. There was a big wood burning stove on one side and a sink. Wally, the biggest of the men explained the water system. It turned out there was a spring with a hand pump providing water. There was a water tank above the sink. You would fill the tank with the pump and would have running water for a while. This also filled the tank of the toilet located in a lean-too in the rear "If you flush it, you pump it! That's the rule here." Wally said, in his deep, gruff voice. "Piss never hurt no trees, if you get my meaning. We don't use the head unless necessary." There was no electricity, so it was dark inside and I soon found the guys spent most of the time either working, or on the porch. There was a pond a short distance away they used as a bathtub. Given how crude the men looked, they didn't smell. I guessed the pond helped that. They had a chest submerged in the spring, which provided refrigeration of a sort. They kept bacon in it. The men seemed to think of bacon as a major food group. Wally said, the rest of the meat was game. Most of the vegetables came from a garden next to the cabin. One of my jobs was to help with dinner, so I helped Badger, the smallest of the men, who was also the cook. Badger was dirty blond and just under six feet tall. He wore a ponytail and had a long beard, sort of Billy Goat style. I had cooked for myself while mom was gone and I added some things to the stew Badger was making. This was a great hit with the men. I talked with Badger while we cooked and soon realized, Badger was not brain surgeon material. He was nice, but what use to be called "simple". He had a good friend, Louie, who was the same. I was one year from graduating from High School and they took me for an intellectual. They had been in the woods for a long time and I realized they weren't town material. Two other guys, Wolf and Buster, were smart enough, but had no education at all. Wolf looked like a wolf, lanky, with a grizzled salt and pepper beard. Buster was a red head and was almost as big as Clyde. Clyde later told me, Wolf had fallen in with a bad crowd and the woods were a much better place for him than jail. There was one black guy in the group. He was called Whitey, I guess because of his white beard. He was built like a brick shit house. He must have lifted weights. All of the guys were strong, but he was the only one who was defined. Whitey looked like a black Charles Atlas .I cleaned up the dishes after dinner. There were bears nearby, so there could be no food or garbage to attract them Afterward, we all sat on the porch and talked. The men all got along well. There was good-natured joshing and "in" jokes they found immensely amusing. I was clueless. "Hey, Catfish, how did you get your nickname?" Wolf asked. "Well, my given name is Wildrige." I said. "I kind of think anything is better than that." They laughed. "I'm Roosevelt Montague White!" Whitey said. "I was in third grade before I could spell it all right!" "I'm Ruthwell Abernathy Delancy," Wolf said, "the third. I understand the problem. But why Catfish?" Clyde whispered to me, "Tell them." I told them the story about my cock looking like a catfish and the coach's comment about it being a "keeper". They thought the story was hilarious and clever and went into a series of cock jokes, most of which I didn't know and were pretty funny. "Shit we need some new cock in this camp." Buster said. "Can you show it to us?" "I don't know if I want to do that." I said. "You don't have anything we don't have." Buster said. "We all like fish. Even a one eyed catfish!" That brought out gales of laughter. I looked at Clyde. He nodded and winked at me. I didn't know if I would get jumped when they got me naked, but I trusted Clyde. I figured Jake had told him about me and my sexual interests and he must have thought I would get along well with this crowd. I unzipped and pulled out my cock. "Bullhead!" Badger cried. There were more gales of laughter. "I don't see how a scrawny kid like you got all that meat." Wally said. "Damn it's a beauty." "Looks like you done got some black guy's cock!" Whitey said. "I've never seen a white guy packing one like that." "Aw, shucks guys. It's just the equipment I came with." I said. "It's hardly been used." It was nice to be with a group of men who took everything you said as being clever and witty. "Not broken in yet?" Buster asked. "It's been used, but not used up yet." I said. "If you guys keep on talking about it, it's going to wake up." I was getting slightly hard and that did nothing to reduce my cock's appeal for the men. The sun was setting and my cock head was emerging from the foreskin. "That one eyed catfish is crying." Badger said. "I can see a tear! Let me wipe that up for you." Badger wiped it up with his tongue. It took a good three or four seconds to realize Badger was a first rate cock sucker and a second or two later, I realized it was going to be a great summer. Boys, let's go inside where we can get comfortable and get out of the mosquitoes." Clyde said. "We can welcome Catfish right and proper to our happy band." We went inside and I found myself naked on a bed with all of the men licking, probing and sucking me. They were naked too. "Hope you don't mind. Catfish." Clyde said. "It's been a long while since we've had new meat here and the guys are a bit excited." "No problem for me." I said, " But I wouldn't mind having something to suck on myself." All the guys were naked, but Clyde saddled up to the bar and dangled his cook above my mouth. I caught it and began sucking. There was one guy on each tit, one on my cock another licking my balls and someone trying to get at my asshole. I was feeling good. My cock was rock hard and that did nothing to reduce my attractiveness to the men. I was really into it too. Clyde was a first rate oozer. Precum turns me on. Clyde was impassive compared to the other guys, but his balls and cock were as excited as they could be. After a few minutes, he moved and another cock replaced his. It was Whitey. He was ripe too. "Do you top?" Buster whispered. I said sure. The night was only going to get better.