Date: Thu, 1 May 2003 17:31:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Young CAtfish 6 Young Catfish 6a 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. Buster was a big man, but as soon as the guys let me up, he bent over and opened his ass wide. I slid in without resistance. He wasn't tight. His ass sort of caressed my cock as I rammed him. He seemed to like what I was doing. It was okay for me at first. There wasn't much pressure on my cock, so I just kept pumping away. It amazes me how having a guy's ass-lining gently wrapped around your cock, tends to slowly build up a head of steam. I was sort of enjoying myself, when suddenly I was going crazy. Clyde and the other men were watching and smiling. "That's it, Catfish." Clyde whispered. "Buster's tunnel of love sort of sneaks up on you, doesn't it? You can fuck him for hours and still not shoot. It use to annoy me, but now I think of it as a positive asset. I did him for an hour once. I thought I was going to die before I finally dumped my load. Damn, that was a good night." "Well this is a good night so far." I said. "Do you have many good nights here?" "As a matter of fact, we do." Badger said. "Not every night, but a lot of nights. Is it my turn yet, Clyde? Buster's hogging him!" "Catfish, Badger here would like a ride. Do you mind?" Clyde asked. "Shit no, if Buster doesn't mind." I said. "I can take care of Buster for you." Clyde said, "You give Badger a spin." I pulled out and Badger got on a bed and put his legs on my shoulders. He knew what he liked. There was a bottle of Cornhuskers next to the bed and I coated my cock. Badger was as tight as Buster was open. I pushed my cock into his hole and nothing happened. His ass was locked shut. "Don't worry." Clyde said. "He opens up eventually. Badger doesn't mind it a little rough." I was still having no luck, so I lubricated a finger and forced that in. He was tight, but he liked the finger a lot. I worked it around just inside his sphincter. Adding another coat of lube to my meat, I then played battering ram at the gates of Troy for a while. Once my cock head was in there was no way for him to stop me. It was funny; he was a noisy and appreciative bottom. He was crying at me to fuck him hard and deep dick him. His cock was rock hard and drooling precum like Niagara Falls in flood, but his ass never relaxed. It continued to be tight and his ass still resisted. When his balls finally rested on my pubic hairs, he was moaning continuously. I'm uncut and have quite a bit of extra skin. His ass was clamped to my cock like a vice, but I could still move my shaft and head, while the skin was trapped in his iron ass. This turned out to be as good for him as it was for me. He started to shoot and when he did, his whole ass contracted even tighter on my cock. I felt as if my cock was in an automatic milking machine. I shot off too. Only after he had sprayed everyone with cum, did his iron grip on my cock relax. He cried and moaned as he shot off. His ass squeezed my cock as he popped and it was enough to push me over the edge. I came too. I'm kind of quiet during an orgasm. I had a nice climax, finished shooting, then pulled out. When I did, my cock must have saved up some. As I pulled out, I shot a huge ribbon of gloppy cum across Badger's gut. I didn't believe there was anything left in my balls. The guys were impressed. It wasn't a delicate spray; it was a thick stream of cum from the middle of Badger's chest to my cock. "Damn, look at that!" Wolf cried. "Catfish's slit is still open and drooling man seed!" He leaned over and began to lick my cock. It had been in two men's asses, so it didn't strike me as appetizing, but that wasn't the way Wolf saw it. Something twitched when his tongue touched my cock head and damn, if it didn't shoot another huge glob of cum straight into Wolf's mouth. The night calmed down after this. I was real popular from the start. Being horse hung and a top helped, but several of the guys were cum hounds and my first load impressed them. My first load was a fluke, I thought, but it turned out to be normal. I'm not sure this is scientifically true, but being sexually excited all the time seems to increase your production of man scuz. I was shooting cum by the pint. Any tendency to be shy I had up to that time, vanished in the camp that summer. At the cabin, man sex was a recreational activity, pure and simple. They figured orgasms were meant to be enjoyed, not only by the guy shooting off, but his partner and anyone who happened to be watching. After a day or two there, I realized everyone was watching. There was no privacy with respect to cocks or assholes. All the guys seemed to be pals. Eventually I discovered some of the men were more than friends. Clyde and Whitey were lovers as were Wolf and Badger. They didn't mind seeing their partner taking another guys cock and obviously enjoying it. Nor did they mind being watched as they made romantic love. That night, I fell asleep shortly after fucking Badger and woke the next morning to a huge breakfast followed by a long day of hard work. I fell asleep after dinner that next night and slept solidly through to the next morning. I awoke to being sorer than I had ever been in my life with a spectacular piss hard-on. Wolf slept next to me and offered to solve the problem with my erection in his ass. My cock was the only part of me that wasn't sore, so I took him up on the offer. Fucking a guy at six in the morning and having a four alarm orgasm in his ass is as good as any way to wake loosened up. Wolf was what I came to know as an aggressive bottom. He was doing as much to my cock as I was doing to his ass. Later on, I also found out Wolf was a great dancer. He instinctively knew what I wanted and was going to do next. He could also surprise you and do something with his ass totally unexpected and pleasurable. >From the first night there, my cock was a hit. Clyde was the most aggressive top in the group, but he wanted more quality time with Whitey, so he was more than willing to let me take care of the rest of the men. With no television and only a small radio, the men wanted entertainment. The group had gotten use to pretty much constant cock play. My cock more than filled the bill. Clyde didn't stop playing with the men, he just let me shoulder more and more of the load. As a healthy teenaged kid, I was more than willing to have as much sex as they wanted. My lazy days as an adolescent were behind me. As the men got to know me better and discovered I was a good guy and a hard worker, their liking for my horse cock spread to include all of me. Buster and I got to be pretty close. He was a smart guy, who had made bad choices and got all of his education from the school of hard knocks. Buster was one of those guys who could admit he was wrong and he wanted to make sure I didn't make the same mistakes he did. He wasn't a preacher, but he wasn't shy about letting you know which approaches to life worked and which ate shit. He was 55 and still a laborer; he didn't want me to end up the same way. Buster was a bit bitter and didn't get much pleasure out of life, but my cock did the trick for him. Whitey said, my cock was like a tranquilizer for Buster. He looked positively angelic and at peace when I was pumping his ass. Buster was also easy to fuck and easy to fuck for a long time. Badger and Louie were nice guys, but you couldn't have a real conversation with them. Wolf's cock did to Badger what my cock did to Buster. Badger also had the best and most vocal orgasms. You got to know what the guys liked and Buster asked me to suck their balls while they were fucking. I wasn't much of a ball guy then, but I figured what the hell. Badger got on his hands and knees, with his legs spread wide to open his hole as much as possible. Wolf would force his long thin cock into the tight hole. He also took a wide stance. I would scoot between their legs and lick what ever came in range. Both men had low hangers and good-sized balls, but Wolf's were exceptional. They were the size of apricots or small apples. His ball sack was always relaxed and form fitted the oval sperm factories. Badger's were a bit smaller and as he got excited, his ball sack tightened up, raising his balls out of easy range. Badger was a leaker, so there was precum dripping on me from time to time. Wolf liked to keep Badger guessing and he varied his fucking technique. Sometimes he was a man rammer; sometimes he liked to go real slow. He would pull out, then slide into Badger's hole at a glacial pace. Once when he was doing this, Wolf's cock missed the bull's eye. I wanted to help him out, so I used my tongue to push his cock highe, so it nestled in the hole. My tongue was the only thing nearby that could push the cock into place. Briefly my tongue and Wolf's bloated cock head were in Badger's asshole at the same time. Wolf's cock twitched and spurted cum. I got out of the way pronto, as Wolf rammed the spewing cock deep into the love tunnel. Badger shot off at the same time, while crying in ecstasy. After the two men stopped shooting, they were in agreement it was the best orgasm they had ever experienced. The event caused a stir at the cabin, since the men were convinced there was nothing they hadn't tried. This was new and exciting. They thought I had done it on purpose and added an ability as a sexual athlete and inventor to my known skills as an intellectual, wit and horse hung motherfucker. You might think that fucking and wild sex almost every night for weeks on end would get boring. You would be wrong. The choice between having sex with a bunch of friendly and very accommodating lumberjacks and staying home with Mom watching reruns of "I Love Lucy", or the "Mod Squad" was easy to make. I also realized sex isn't a single thing, even fucking isn't the same every time. Visitors also broke up the routine. At first I thought Clyde had all the cock sucking, ass fucking lumberjacks in his crew, but I was wrong about that. We had a pretty regular flow of visitors, who dropped by for dinner and some fun. Some were guys I might expect to be visitors. Scotty came by and had a great time. Most were guys like us, who were kind of casual about sex and willing to take it from whoever, or whatever they could. Others caught me by surprise. One or two were flaming heterosexual types, who pretended to visit us only because their girlfriends wouldn't "put out". The most regular of these was Billy Atherton, a car salesman from town. He liked getting blown and nothing else. After his third visit, Clyde took him aside. "You du know Billy, this is a mutual association, not just a supply company?" Clyde asked. "What do you mean?" Billy asked, playing stupid. To tell you the truth, he may not have been playing stupid. "We help each other out. We all have our likes and dislikes, but we all give and take." Clyde explained. "The next time you come here, be ready to pitch, catch and take a swallow or two. Do you get my drift?" Billy looked at his shoes for a while and didn't say anything. "I don't know if I can do all those things." he said. "I like it here a lot. You guys have been great, but I'm not sure." Billy usually played the big guy, the important businessman. He suddenly looked small and young. I had thought of him as being an older guy; I realized he was under 30 and unsure of himself. "I didn't mean to insult you guys." Billy continued. "Billy, you haven't insulted us. I'm just telling you the rules. If you want to join the club, you need to obey the rules." Clyde said. He then dropped his voice. "Let me tell you, I'm a good judge of men. You aren't going to have any trouble at all doing anything you want. Cocks don't lie. I'll bet your cock gets hard as soon as you are within five miles of this place." Billy looked at Clyde with amazement. "How in hell did you know that?" he asked. Clyde laughed. "Been there, done that!" Clyde said. "Is your ass still virgin?" "It sure is." "Well it won't be the next time you leave here after your visit." "Do I get to pick the guy?" Billy asked. Clyde smiled at the question. "You sure as hell do." Clyde replied. "As I said, we are a full service organization. Everyone is ready, willing and able." Billy left. I overheard the conversation and asked Clyde, if Billy would be back. "I would guess there's a 99% chance he'll be back." Clyde answered. Billy didn't drop in next week. He was there two days later, ready willing and able. He wanted Clyde to pop his cherry. I wasn't surprised at that. Next Saturday, my Uncle Jake came late in the day. He brought me some birthday presents from Mom. I had forgotten my birthday and it was nice that someone remembered. She was off in Richmond again with one of her patients. I was 17. The guys liked birthdays and wanted to have a celebration. Actually, they liked any excuse for a party. Jake stayed for dinner. We only worked a half-day on Saturday, so most of us spent the afternoon at the swimming hole, skinny dipping and playing. It was a hot, summer day. After the hard work of the week and the swim, I was tired and fell asleep in the sun. Someone said, "Shit, it's Catfish!" and I woke up with a start. I sort of recognized the voice, but I couldn't place it at first. When I finally focused, I realized it was Coach, the guy who had helped name me Catfish. I sat up and found myself eye to eye with his cock. It was a nice one, thick, uncut with his cock head peaking out from the skin. His balls were good too. I had been sucking any cock within my mouth's range for weeks, but I held back. He was the Coach after all. "Damn, Catfish, it didn't stop growing did it?" he asked. "I stopped at 5'-5", but it seems to me my cock had aspirations to hang to my knees." I said. "I don't want to sound forward, but the view from here isn't to bad either." His cock was growing some. The skin was pulling back as his cock head grew. "Thanks," he said, "the guys at college called me "Fire Plug." It ain't pretty, but it does the trick for me. Are you getting along with these yahoos? There's a lot of action here for a young kid like you." "Don't seem to have had any trouble fitting in at all." I said. "The only worry I have is getting a callus on my cock from over use." He laughed. "A real nice group of guys here, easy going and always ready for fun." There was another man in the water, I hadn't noticed until now. He had been horsing around with Badger. He got out of the water and stood beside Coach. I sort of recognized him too; he was slightly familiar, but I couldn't place the face. He looked at me with a look indicating he remembered seeing me, but not where. He was a big guy, with a reddish, blond, curly beard and the same hair covering his chest. Clyde came up to us. "How are you doing Rector." he asked. "It's been a while." I remembered. He was the Episcopal Priest who did Mrs. Robertson's funeral. "I do like to check on the more far flung and wayward members of my flock." the Priest said, in a jovial manner. "Well we are in the boonies, but I don't think we're that wayward." Clyde responded; he paused. "Tommy, you may be a man of the cloth, but you do seem to like it here." I remembered it all now. He was the Reverend Mr. Thomas St. George Beauchamp III, Rector of St. Michael's Episcopal Church. The name had impressed me to no end at the funeral. He had also done a good job. It was short compared to Aunt El's funeral at the Baptist Church, but everyone felt good after, especially Mrs. Robertson's children. He was really good about them. "Quite frankly, I don't think you are that wayward either." Tommy said. "If "do unto others as you would have them do unto you" is the rule, you men here are in good shape. A damn lot better than some members of my vestry." "How long can you stay with us this time?" Clyde asked. "Buster and Louie were hoping for a replay of your last visit." "Officially I am on my way to a conference in North Carolina. I have to be there by four in the afternoon tomorrow. I figure I have to leave by noon. I've got the whole night." he said. "Well, I have to be home by 9:00 tonight, so I've got no time for slow and easy." Coach said. "I'm horny as shit." His cock was getting bigger and was at half-staff now. The sun caught the bead of precum that had formed on his piss slit. If do unto others was the rule, I asked myself, what would I want. I leaned forward and was going to just lick up the precum, but I deep throated the entire cock. After a minute or two, I got worried the Priest might be offended. I looked over and saw Clyde's cock had vanished down his throat. It was going to be an interesting night.