Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 03:56:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Young CAtfish 7 Young Catfish 7 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. The Coach had said, he was called Fireplug and when he was fully erect, a fireplug it was. A fireplug with a leak. He wasn't a talker, but his cock let me know just how much he was enjoying it and that was a lot. Having an appreciative cock drooling cock juice made it unnecessary to say anything. I could taste it. We broke off for a breathing break and went back into the water. It was hot and we needed to cool down. The word was out the Coach and Rector were here and soon all of the men had assembled. I had heard Butch and Louie were attached to the Rector and you could see that in their eyes. The Rector had a deep, booming voice and was real beefy. Unlike many heavy men, he had not been slighted in the cock department. He had a long white snake hanging from his copper colored pubic bush. He was cut and his cock head was a deep purple mushroom, one of those big foreign imported jobs, not the little button mushrooms. It curved up towards his navel and he had no problem at all staying hard. When I got older, I got pretty expert in anticipating the size of cocks. Even then, I knew big mushroom heads usually mean thin shafts. Not so with the good Rector. When he was hard, there was a solid and thick tube of man meat supporting the head. I also somehow guessed he would be a bottom, but he turned out to be a top and an old-fashioned man rammer at that. He liked rapid, deep strokes and he was unrelenting once he got going. I watched him fuck Louie and didn't think he could last for more than five minutes. I was right about that. What I hadn't figured is the Rector could recharge in five to ten minutes and had no trouble at all doing it again. Jake and Badger had gone off and were not in the afternoon playgroup. They returned with a birthday cake and my friend Scotty. As I said, the guys were big on birthdays, so we had a nice, festive dinner and lots of jokes about what I would look like when I got "growed". I was 17, but was pretty much bald and hairy as a chimp. I didn't look young and they figured by the time I hit 40, I'd look like 100. Mom gave me some new shirts and shorts. I needed these badly because lumbering is real hard on the clothes. The guys gave me some heavy, leather gloves and some steel toe construction boots. Clyde gave me a bottle of Rush. I had a good time, but not as good as Scotty. He figured out the lay of the land and was wandering off with different guys and having a good time with them in the bushes. The men didn't mind having another young guy in heat around the camp at all. Scotty wasn't quiet when he had an orgasm and the men liked hearing him cry and moan as he popped his nut. He had shot off three times by the time I stopped counting. I had a few beers. Coach and I 69ed and we both shot off. When Coach left, I sat back on my bed and mellowed out. At 17, I couldn't hold my liquor that well, so I fell asleep after the three beers took effect. I woke in the middle of the night. I wasn't alone in the bed. Scotty was sharing the space with another guy. When my eyes focused I saw it was the Rector. He had his cock deep in Scotty's ass. Unlike earlier that night, the Rector was slow fucking my friend. Scotty was purring in pleasure. I reached over a felt Scotty's cock. It was hard and leaking. I reversed my position so I could suck him. He was maybe 80% hard, and I could taste dried cum in addition to the new stuff he was oozing. There was a musky smell of ass sex. As soon as Scotty realized what I was doing, he found my cock and began to nurse it. We were slow sucking as the Rector's big cock slowly pulsed in and out of Scotty's ass. When the bloated cock head caressed Scotty's prostate, Scotty oozed a thick glob of precum. It was strange to be sharing Scotty's innermost feelings, but I knew exactly what he was feeling and that turned me on. The Preacher suddenly turned ridged and I knew he was shooting off again. He pulled out and in the dim light I could see cum dribbling from his cock. I stuck my tongue out and licked the globs as they emerged from the slit. I was surprised I did this. The cock had just emerged from the depths of Scotty's ass, but I didn't think about that at all. With no cock in his ass, Scotty fell asleep. I wasn't sleepy at all so I got up and went outside. Uncle Jake was sitting on a glider. I sat next to him. The Preacher went off to the washroom. A few minutes later he joined us on the porch. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, Tom." Jake said. "I always seem to like it here. Damn, it's good to relax once and a while." he replied. "I get so tired of being so good." Jake laughed. "You are good." Jake said. "Both as a Preacher and fucker. I've never met a man who could shoot as much as you and as often." "It seems odd." I said. "What seems odd?" Jake asked. "To be a Minister and a man fucker. Don't you feel guilty?" "Believe me, it's not that strange!" Tom said. "And I don't feel guilty. There are lot's of things in the world that are bad, but getting together with friends and enjoying yourselves isn't one of them." "Catfish, it's funny. There are a lot of people who think if it's sex, it's bad." Uncle Jake mused. "We had this car dealer in town, Marvin Maxey. Do you remember him?" I said I didn't. "Well, Marvin drove the Presbyterian Minister out of town, because the guy had a black couple over for dinner. Marvin was the most sanctimonious, narrow minded, bigot in town. He'd see a man having a cup of coffee with a woman and a few days later he would inflate rumors until it was all but adultery." "One Monday, Marvin was gone. All the cash was withdrawn from his company bank account, leaving all the employees short a pay check and low and behold, the Presbyterian Church's account and Endowment Fund were gone too. They caught him with a fourteen year old girl in Texas six months later." Jake continued. "I've never been comfortable with `Holier than Thou' people and Marvin confirmed all of that to me." "I have one of those on my Vestry." Tom said. "He's a religious bean counter. He knows every sin and tells you who is doing what. He's worried about obeying the rules. He has found a way to follow every minuscule regulation, but totally misses the core of Christianity. No love, no generosity of spirit, no trace of kindness." He paused. "There is nothing wrong with men enjoying each other. That includes enjoying both minds and bodies." "We're all adults here." Jake said. "I don't want to take advantage of anyone, or impose my will on them, or trick them. I figure we all know what we like and what we want." Jake said. "You and Scotty are the youngest guys here. Have you felt used, or taken advantage of?" "Shit no." I said. "I've loved it. Scotty more than loves it. As a mater of fact, I'm pretty sure Scotty wouldn't mind being used more!" Jake laughed. "I guess you could say I have a high tolerance for sexual activity too." Tom said. "Your lucky. You must have the shortest recovery time of any man I've ever met." Jake observed. "You got a cock that just keeps on giving." "The male genitals are one of the great wonders of nature. As sperm factories, the balls seem to make enough seed to repopulate the world. There are millions or even billions of little, pollywog like sperms, but we only need two or three. It seems to me, that leaves the rest for recreational use!" the Rector replied. "There is no need to save or hold back. You can shoot your load and be ready to shoot it again and no matter how many times you pop, there will be an all new supply the next morning." "And if you're hanging out with a bunch of lumberjacks, there's no chance of pregnancy!" I said. "No chance at all." "I have to admit the Church has sponsored some odd ideas about sex." Tom added. "Fundamentally sex is a natural process and without a religious component. It's biology, not sacrament. By it's nature, it's generally indiscriminate. The birds and bees don't pick a partner. When a dog's in heat, it doesn't care whose doing the fucking. When a flower pollinates, it just distributes the stuff into the air and it lands where it will. Most of our sexual hang-ups come from ancient ideas about property rights and fear of child mortality." I must have looked puzzled. Tom explained. "A good portion of marriages until the last century were well planned exchanges of property. Most upper class women were sold by their fathers to propertied men. If you didn't have any money you'd get rid of daughters as fast as possible, or turn them into a household servants. If a woman were fertile, she'd get killed off soon enough. Those farm families with twelve kid were killing machines for the women." Tom continued. "I'm not sure sex with men was considered sex by many cultures. I think it was just a recreational activity, without meaning or any particular significance." "I've always wondered what those all male bands of hunters, Vikings or pirates did in their spare time." Jake said. "They could have stayed home and helped raise the kids with the little woman, but they chose to go out on long voyages with like minded men, and they seemed to like it well enough." "Monks were famous for their sexual tastes." the Rector said, continuing the conversation. "Their sexual tastes were a running joke in the middle ages. Everyone knew what they were interested in and gave it a wink and a nod. What is causing the modern American obsession with men who like sex with men is beyond me. It seems as if most people think gay guys are lusting after their 12 year old boys. That's sure not my interest. I like them full grown, if not a bit over grown." "You seemed to get along with Scotty." I observed. "I was raped!" Tom said in mock horror. "You could say that Scotty was persistent and I finally gave in to him. He is a good fuck. I have to admit that! To tell you the truth, I was surprised how good he was. It's difficult to find a guy whose love of the bottom equals my love of the top." "Scotty is that guy?" Jake asked. "Scotty is that guy." Tom replied. "Am I right in thinking you are a top, Catfish?" "Yep." I said. "I'm not experienced, but I have a strong sense, I'm a natural top. Maybe, I've just been surrounded by bottoms. My asshole is virgin, even if the rest of me isn't." "Are you interested in trying the other side?" Tom asked. "Just to see what it's like?" "Are you offering me a learning experience?" I asked. Jake laughed. "It seems to me, for a guy who isn't interested in young guys, you're sure interested tonight!" Jake said to Tom. "I hadn't thought of it that way." Tom said. "Maybe Scotty had made a convert of me." He was silent for a few seconds. "Maybe I am turning into a dirty old man, but the idea of popping a virgin ass is turning me on." "Who popped you. Jake?" I asked, "Was it good from the start?" "It was a bit of an ordeal, but I've never regretted it." Jake said. "It was cousin Alvis, after a family reunion. That was when everyone in our family pretended they didn't drink, so we went off to take a swig at the old hunting lodge in the woods. It's funny, I didn't much like it, but I've never regretted doing it. I somehow knew I would like it eventually." "I was fucked by a fellow seminarian and didn't like it, but we traded places and I found my true calling." Tom said. "Again no regrets. Much to my surprise, no guilt either. I was young then and felt guilt about almost everything. That too was a surprise, but a nice one." I didn't exactly decide to get fucked for the first time, but when Tom put his arms around me and Jake played with my balls and began to work his finger toward my ass, I didn't object. He had some oil on his finger and it felt good as he played with my hole. He got his finger in my hole and I didn't mind that at all. "Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap, like a good boy?" Tom asked. Tom was hard and his cock poked at my hole. I tried bouncing on it, but I was going in my ass at all. As I said, he had a monster cock head and I felt as if I was sitting on a toadstool. It was okay, but I didn't think his cock was going to get inside my ass. "Catfish, why don't you try to sit on me?" Jake asked. I switched laps. Jake's cock was thick, but his head was smaller and he had oiled it. "Take a snort." he said, holding a bottle of Rush. I did. I had tried Rush before and liked it. This was a brand new bottle and it hit me like a ton of sex filled bricks. There was a sharp pain. Suddenly, I was skewered on Jake's cock and not able to breathe or think. In the far distance I heard Tom. "Damn it Jake, you've popped him! I wanted to be the first." "Calm down and relax, Catfish." Jake whispered to me. "You've got every inch of it in your ass. It'll feel better as you get used to it. Just relax." I didn't think relaxing was a possibility. Tom came over and began sucking my cock and that did the trick. My low hangers were resting on Jake's bull balls. Tom sucked my cock, licked my balls and then licked Jake's balls. "Damn, there's a lot of man meat here." Tom said. Tom took one of my balls into his mouth, then took one of Jake's, then he returned to my balls. He got both of mine into his mouth at the same time. He purred a little and the vibrations felt great on my balls. For me, it was a new combination of pain and excitement. Jake was right, as I relaxed his cock felt better. As Tom ministered to my cock and balls, I got harder and that too made the invader in my ass feel better. "Lift him up Jake." Tom asked. "I want to watch that fucker slip into Catfish's bung hole." Jake lifted me up, so only his cock head was still in my ass. Jake was more than twice my size so he had no trouble lifting me at all. "Get more lube on him for the next trip." Jake told Tom. Jake's cock head popped out of my ass. Jake grasped my knees and pulled them back to my chest, exposing my asshole and holding it wide open. Tom used his saliva to lubricate my hole. He worked the saliva in deep with his tongue. I have to admit, I liked that a lot. When he had his fill, Jake rearranged us, so his cock slipped right back into my spit lubricated ass. It was a lot better this time. I wasn't exactly thrilled with getting fucked, but I could see the potential. I was undulating slightly and Jake began to shiver and jerk. I knew he was rear loading me. When he was done his cock slipped out and Jake grasped my legs again and again my ass was wide open. Tom loved that. He liked eating my ass, he loved eating my cum filled ass. I was enjoying that when he got up and poked his cock into my no longer virgin ass. His cock head was huge, but once it cleared my sphincter, the shaft was easy. He just shoved it in and shook. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "I don't know if it's your ass or Jake's cum, but I've shot off again."