Date: Mon, 14 Jul 2003 14:35:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Bob Archman Subject: Young Catfish 8 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. Young Catfish 8 By Bald Hairy Man My night wasn't over. Tom waited ten minutes and went back in for a long fuck. I had his cum as well as Uncle Jake's lubricating my ass, so it was much better. Tom's cock was easy once the head was in. The big head seemed to have a life of it's own. It felt like a ball traveling up and down my ass tunnel. His shaft was thick, but after the monster head, my sphincter, after having been stretched wide, closed and relaxed. It acted like a cock ring for Tom's dong, trapping it in my ass. Of course, Tom could have pulled out at anytime, had he wanted. With all that cum in my ass it was slippery, but he didn't want to, so we had a nice long session. I discovered while he could get hard again in record time, he couldn't recharge his balls. He just kept on fucking, slowly pumping his cock head in my ass. It built up. After fifteen minutes, my entire ass lining was as tender as my cock head. It was so good it was on the edge of hurting. I was whimpering some as Tom relentlessly stroked my chute with his cock. "That boy's near the edge, Tom. Push him over!" Uncle Jake said. Tom picked up the pace and I popped. Tom must have cum at the same time. He pulled out. The sex was over and Uncle Jake told me to come into his bed for the rest of the night. I was tired and his bed was comfortable. "Are you okay?" Jake asked in low whisper. "I know I shouldn't have fucked you, you being my nephew and all. I just got carried away. I'm real sorry." "I'm fine." I replied. "It was good. It didn't bother me at all." "Are you sure?" Jake asked. "You've got one shit load of my cum up your ass. I don't believe I shot off that much in years." "Turned on?" I asked. He was silent for a while. "I hadn't thought of it that way, but I guess I was." Jake said. "I'm not into young guys, but you must have turned me on big time. I'm sorry." "Do you remember when I was fucking Bubba last spring? You came up behind me, held me and I had that big climax." I asked. Jake said he remembered. "I popped the second your cock head touched my hole. I don't know if it was because you're my Uncle, or just because you're a good looking man, but whatever it was, it did the trick." "To tell you the truth, I was hot to get in Bubba's ass, Catfish." Jake said. "If I poked you, it was by accident. Did I get in you?" "Nope, you just touched the hole." I said. "I guess you're officially fucked when you get inside." "I don't rightly know if there's a hard and fast rule. I figure it happens when your cock head is all the way through the sphincter." Jake observed. "That's the hard part for most guys and most cocks. Tom got you good, didn't he?" "That he did." I confessed. "Does it get better the more you do it?" "It hurt?" Jake asked. He was concerned again. "Some, but it wasn't that bad. I like some parts of it." I said. "What parts?" "Well it's odd, but I like the idea of you using me to get off. I like you, Jake. You've been good ever since Dad died. I know how good it feels to top and I liked you using my ass. It seemed like some payback." I said. "When you shot off, you almost made me pop my nut. I liked having your cum in my ass. It turned me on." "I'll tell you something, if you promise not to tell anyone else. We've got some family history here." Jake said. "It wasn't just Cousin Alvis who fucked me the first time. Uncle Alonso was there too. He came up on us and caught us in the act. He was mad. I thought he was mad because we were fucking, but it turned out he was mad because Alvis hadn't invited him to join in." "Alvis calmed him down, telling him it had just happened and wasn't planned. He was just introducing me to the joys of butt fucking. My Uncle said, if that was what we were doing it was fine, but that maybe he should show me what real fucking was like. Uncle Alonso stripped naked. He got Alvis on his back and gave me detailed instructions on how to fuck a guy right." Jake continued. "Have you ever seen a picture of Alonso? One ugly son of a gun. Bald, hairy, with a potbelly from too much beer and no teeth left. Fortunately, Alonso had your cock, Catfish. He was just as big and thick as you. The more I think about it, the more I think your cock is a dead ringer for Alonso's. Strangely, he was a real nice fucker, delicate, considerate and careful. I sat at Alvis' head, feeding him my cock. Uncle Alonso said, "It's good to give a guy something to chew on when he's taking a big one." "It only took my Uncle three strokes of his cock to get rock hard. He spit on it and lifted Alvis' legs to his shoulders. A second later his cock head was docked in Alvis' hole. It seemed as if Alonso had done a detailed study of what Alvis liked. He told me Alvis loved to have the head popped though the hole until he was 100% open, then Alonso went deep. He knew where his son's hot spots were. He would slow down as he passed the boy's prostate and rub it with his bloated cock head. Alvis went crazy. After he finished Alvis off, he asked if I wanted to try it." "He was a lot bigger than Alvis and I wasn't sure it would fit into my ass. My Uncle noticed I was hesitating, so he said, I didn't need to, if I didn't want to. Alvis was good for another fuck in a few minutes. Well, I had been afraid he was going to force me to take his cock, but once I knew I had a choice, I wanted to try it out. Uncle Alonso liked to fuck and he liked it a lot. He later told me he figured, if he wasn't nice and easy the first time, he'd never get any repeat customers." "We were short on lube, but Alonso oozed and dripped precum constantly when he was hard. His cock was big, but his balls were real sperm factories, just like yours, Catfish. He got me on my back, with my legs on his shoulders and cock poised at my hole. Then he talked with me and told me what he was going to do and what I would feel. He told me about guys he had fucked and how much they enjoyed it. I got interested in his stories and asked him some questions. Uncle Alonso was a funny guy and he had some strange, but erotic stories to tell. All the time, I was getting more excited and he was oozing cock jelly and poking it in my ass with his cock head. He was lubricating my chute with his precum. I knew he was going slightly deeper each time." "I was getting excited, as was Alonso. His cock continuously applied pressure to my hole, but never enough to penetrate. He told me to open up when I wanted it. "You need to let me in, don't fight it, just relax and pretend you need to shit." he urged. "You'll open up, when you want it bad enough." "Quite frankly, I didn't believe him, but old Uncle Alonso was a good judge of character and he knew me better than I knew myself. I did want it and I did let him in. Alonso was a master at this. He eased down my shit tunnel making sure to stop at just the right places. He knew where my good spots were and he loved to rub them with his meat until I was going crazy. He also knew just when to stop, a second or two before I was ready to pop. When I finally shot off, it was the best orgasm I had ever had." "So, Catfish, you aren't the first guy in the family to get fucked by your Uncle." Jake concluded. "I guess that means I'm not the first to enjoy it either." I said. With that we both relaxed and fell asleep. After the party, life settled down to a regular routine. It was hard work, but it was good for me to discover what hard work was. My job at the gas station was boring but easy. It was nice to find out even though I am small; I could keep up with the big men and do my part. At the end of the summer I went back to school. It was my senior year and I was beginning to figure out what to do with my life. After the summer at the lumber camp it seemed really quiet at home. I did get to see Scotty, but he was busy too. In later September I had a three days off from school because of a broken water main. There was no water in the building. I thought everyone could just hold it, but I was in the minority and as long as I got a few days off, I was happy. Uncle Jake asked me, if I'd like to take a trip with him to see some relatives. Mom thought that was good, she was real busy and didn't like me just hanging around the house. She also wanted me to keep in touch with our family. She hadn't done that and regretted it now. It turned out that we were going to see Alvis. The minute I heard that, I guessed what Jake had in mind. I guessed right. Thursday morning, Uncle Jake picked me up and we drove four hours to the west. Alvis lived in a place called Bald Top Mountain. Jake told me, it was a post office and a few abandoned stores. It had been a coal- mining town, but the mine had closed in the 1950s and everyone left. "Why is Alvis there?" I asked. "Alvis went out there because he thought the money in mining was real good. He married a local girl and they had a litter of kids. Alvis was no catch, but his wife, Sally-Belle, was a bitch and an ugly bitch at that. I don't know the kids well at all. Alvis is the caretaker for the mining company's property. Sort of a watchman-janitor. There's about 4000 acres of land they hoped was over coal." Jake said. "It turned out the coal was so deep it wasn't economical to get it out. There are a few buildings left, but Alvis has to make sure the mines are all sealed up, so no one can get in them. Old mines are accidents waiting to happen." "How old is he?" "He's two years older than me, so that would make him 67." Jake replied. "But he smoked and drinks a lot. The last time I saw him he looked 80. He had tons of kids. The story in the family is that Sally-Belle was a slut as well as a bitch. My cousin, Earl, says there is a good chance half of the kids aren't his. Earl told me not to comment on it, Alvis isn't brain surgeon material and he hasn't seemed to notice the kids don't look like him." Jake was right about the town; Bald Top Mountain was not much of a town at all. At first I thought it was all second growth forest, but when you looked hard you could see trees growing through houses. The remaining houses were all collapsed, or near collapse. Here and there a big metal construction remained, covered in vines. We turned off the main road and went through a gate covered in old "No Trespassing" signs and went up a rutted road. We came upon a clearing with a large, well-tended house in the middle. It was a bungalow style house and it was in perfect repair. The lawn looked like a golf course and there were large flowerbeds. I was shocked. I had expected a "Beverly Hillbillies" type place. A tall man in overalls got up from a chair on the Veranda, which surrounded the house and came forward. It was Alvis. He looked better than I expected. He was a bit "Jed Clampet" like, but he looked normal. "You're looking good, Alvis!" Jake exclaimed. "Life must be treating you well." "It's good now," Alvis said while shaking hands. "But I had a real bumpy spell five years ago. Sally-Belle died and I lost a lung to cancer. Things are good now." "The house looks great too." Jake added. "That's all due to my son, Matt. He's a construction superintendent and he's been fixing the place up. He sort of collected all the unmarried boys together after Sally died, so he has a built in construction crew." He took us into the house. It was beautiful. It had lots of antique furniture, mission stuff that matched the house. It was very liveable and there was no question it was a man's house. Alvis told us, it had been the Manager's house when the mine was operating. It had served as an informal hotel for visiting executives, so it was big and spacious with a slew of bedrooms. "How many of your boys are here?" I asked "I have eight kids, four are here, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Luke's son, Levi, lives here too. Luke's got shit for taste when it comes to women. She skedaddled and left him with the kid. He's a good boy in spite of his mamma." "You sure were organized in naming your kids." Jake commented. "That's a funny thing. Sally named half and I got to name half. The ones she named, the girls, Crystal and Tiffany, and the boys, Shaun and Troy all left." Alvis said. "She didn't like my names but I figured, if they were from the Bible she couldn't complain much. To tell you the truth, she did complain regardless, but it's odd, all of my boys stayed." "Uncle Jake!" a man yelled from the door. "It's good to see you!" The man was a huge, blond guy dressed as a construction worker. "You must be Catfish, I'm Matt." he said as he shook my hand. He was blue eyed and beefy with a trimmed beard and a fringe of gold hair forming a ring at his tee shirts neck. "I was just running by on my way to a project and I thought I would get lunch. I'm glad you guys got here." Matt explained. He was an impressive guy. "Hey you must be Jake?" another voice chimed in. A younger version of Alvis came in the room. He was a tall scarecrow of a man. This was John. He told us he worked with his father since the operation. "My real job is keeping Daddy from taking up smoking again. The work at the mine is just a sideline." "You've stopped smoking?" Jake asked. "Congratulations, I know how hard it is. It was a bitch for me twenty years ago." "You can live with one lung, but Daddy has no extras anymore. It's over if the other one goes." Matt said. "We all stopped smoking. Family solidarity." Matt went out to the car and got our bags and took us to the guest bedroom. Like the rest of the house, the upstairs was handsome, bright and sunny. "The bath is across the hall." he said, as he showed us around the place. The bath was a surprise. They had taken one large bedroom and turned it into a shower room. It looked more like an expensive health club, shower room than a residential bath. There was a four head shower and a steam room, all done in cobalt blue tile. Jake went downstairs to talk with Alvis and I was alone with Matt. "It's a beautiful place here." I said. "You must be proud of it." "I work construction and I learned some things. Why build beautiful places for people and live in a dump yourself?" he asked. He looked at me. "Daddy's real excited you are here. Jake told him about you." "What did he say?" "He told Daddy you were a lot like my Grandpa." Matt said. "We're all free and easy here in some ways. Daddy was kind of hoping you would help him relive some good times. Jake told him, you knew about the good old days. Did the stories bother you?" "Not at all. I'm afraid I'm a horny bastard and I'm not very shy either." I said. Matt looked relieved. "We're all guys here and need to let off some stream from time to time." Matt said carefully. "I don't need to let of steam; I need to drain my balls. Eight inches in a guy's ass is fine with me." I said. "Shit, we're going to get along well!" Matt said. "Are all you boys playmates? And how often is "from time to time"?" I asked. He smiled. "We're all playful and I guess you could say, "from time to time" means any chance we get." "We will get along well!" I said, as we went downstairs again. We had lunch and Matt went back to work while John showed us around the property. The area was beautiful everywhere the mine had not touched. It was a wasteland elsewhere. Vines and scrub growth were replacing some of the worst areas, but it sure didn't give me warm and fuzzy feelings about the mining company. We got back to the house around four and the rest of the family arrived. Luke was a heavy set, dark haired, bear of a man. His son Levi was very quiet and looked a bit like Alvis. Luke had a ruddy complexion and a rather jolly look, like a young Santa Clause. Mark was small, dark and looked distinctly Italian. He had a moustache and looked like a 1930's era lounge lizard. Only John looked even a bit like his Daddy. All seemed friendly. When Matt got back from work, he was covered in dirt and mud. "It's shower time boys!" he yelled and all the brothers went off to the shower. I was hot from the afternoons hike and joined them. I figured I might as well find out the lay of the land. When I walked into the shower room and hung up my towel, Matt looked as if Christmas had come early. Mark took a look at me and exclaimed, "New Meat!". I was completely soft, so I shook my cock and stroked it a few times, just to give it a little body. "Don't embarrass him." Luke said. "Shit, that boy's got nothing to be embarrassed about!" John said. "If he is embarrassed, I know a dark and warm place he can put it!" Mark added.