Catfish Crash Lands 3 By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com
I wasn't surprised to find the Johnny's interest on my cock wasn't just as a conversation subject.
"Is there any chance you give free samples?" Johnny asked as he stared at me cock.
"Sorry mister; Johnny has a scientific interest in natural wonders," Billy said.
"Is that exclusively an interest in cocks?" I asked.
Johnny nodded. "I like them big," he said.
"To tell you the truth, I don't mind giving free samples, but my interest is in asses. I like them tight," I said. "Is Billy your keeper?"
"We're roommates," Johnny said. "We are kind of close."
"Any chance you would come home with us for lunch?" Billy asked.
Somehow, a half hour later I was in their apartment on the 15th floor overlooking the Atlantic. Billy was an elegant man, slim, toned with his chest covered in manscaped silver hair. If a camel is a horse designed by a committee, Johnny was a man who had been designed by a committee of blind man. All the parts were there, not quite in the right place. I also thought they needed to tighten all the joints. Billy was sixty or so; Johnny was forty-five.
After we had a sandwich, I asked them if they played together or separately.
"We've been together for ten years. We met at a party and I watched Johnny get fucked. I had a bit too much to drink and I took Johnny home with me. I discovered that fucking a guy with a cum filled ass was a thrill. I was not exactly a virgin, and I thought I tried it all," Billy said. I was sitting and Billy got on his knees and sucked me.
Johnny straddled Billy so I could suck him. He was uncut and had some precum collected in his foreskin. I like that and I soon encountered the fresh stuff.
"I'm not gay, but I love cock," Johnny explained. "I've screwed women and was married for a little while, but cocks were always my first choice. I'm not exactly most ladies first choice for a life partner. Have you ever heard the phrase "If you were the last man on earth, I wouldn't marry you?" That was sort of my anthem."
"Johnny has a high tolerance for sex," Billy said. "I find that attractive." I soon discovered all I needed to know about Johnny and Billy's sex drive. They had a custom designed three-man sling. I was in the sling. Johnny could straddle me and bounce on my cock. Billy was not just an observer. He licked Johnny's cock as my cock slid into him. He then licked my ass when Johnny pulled out. I had the sense that Billy was trying to get his tongue in my ass with Johnny's cock. That didn't happen, but it was fun.
Johnny shot off and pulled out. Billy took his place on my cock. Johnny showered quickly and fed me his cock as he leaned over to suck Johnny. Johnny was hard again after five minutes. He slipped his cock into my ass as I fucked his partner.
They were careful and well-coordinated; almost mechanical. The only physical contact was between Johnny's cock and my ass and my cock with Billy's ass. In some ways it was pure sex with no contact other than genitals.
When Johnny shot off in me, I shot into Billy and Billy had a hands-free orgasm. That turned out to be the objective. I was just a cog in the plan. Apparently, I was the first to time it perfectly. It seemed that when Billy said he like to watch Johnny get fucked, his version of watch was unusually up-close and personal.
We all took a breather after the triple orgasm. "That was a first," Billy said.
"Will it be your last?" I asked.
"Was it over the top?" Billy said. "Do you think we are sex crazed maniacs?"
"I my youth some people thought I was a sex crazed maniac," I said.
"Were you?" he asked.
"I didn't think so," I replied. "I admit that it was lucky they didn't know everything I did." Bobby and Billy laughed. "You could say I discovered sex early and I am still as into it as I was as a teenager."
"I discovered it as caddy at the golf course," Billy said. "I caddied for Mr. Bishop. He was nice guy and there was a place behind the 8th hole you could use as an informal urinal. I was 13 and he had a big one. I saw it and said it was awfully big. He told me it could get a lot bigger. I asked to see that, but he said I had to a lot older for that. When I was 16, I had figured it out."
"Did it turn into sex?" I asked.
"It sure did. I loved it, and Mr. Bishop discovered I was insatiable. I found out that was a good way to make friends," Billy said. "Mr. Bishop introduced me to some of his pals who were into gay sex. They seemed to like me a lot. That all came to an end when I went to college up North."
We talked for a while and the Bishop he caddied for and introduced him to sex, was the father of the building official. Mr. Bishop had been a wheeler dealer of sorts. He never hit it big, but that was not for lack of trying. Billy later found out that some of his golf buddies had connections to organized crime. They were mostly lawyer and accountant types.
"I had some high dollar, minor Mafia sperm shot up my ass," Billy continued. "Looking back, I don't know if I had known that of it would have made it scary or exciting."
"I noticed you liked it when I drained my balls into your ass." I asked.
"I guess I do. I remember when Mr. Bishop told me his load was the sign of approval of a job well done. His pals told me that didn't get to seed young guys often. I'm not into young guys," Billy said.
"I'm young!" Johnny said.
"Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Billy asked. "You looked like you were 40 when you were sixteen."
"I had the same problem. I was never able to be the young virgin. When a guy is squirming on your cock, it's had to play the virgin," I said. We talked a little longer and then I went back to the Atlas Arms. Gerald dropped in that evening and I gave him the information I got from Billy. It was old information, but he said it might be useful. Gerald was a human Bulldog. Once he found something, he wouldn't let it go. He was also capable of seeing things from different angles. The potential Bishop-organized crime possibility had potential. The next day Walton came by to confirm Gerald's report.
Raleigh was hard at work every night. Some of his work was done by his computers. I am not sure what a Search Algorithm is, but Templeton had created some that seemed relentless. Every name could be cross checked on hundred if not thousands of databases.
Bishop's connection to crime was through members of his golf club. Fortunately, his golf course had computerized and published the lists of club champions. Raleigh found the names of Bishop's buddies when they won the best fourman team for five consecutive years. While Bishop had no official contacts with organized crime, the golf club membership did.
Raleigh fed all this information to Gerald and to the investigation. Gerald had many contacts in the Miami underworld. He described his contacts as want-to-be gangsters. These were men who wanted to be major players and were mostly braggarts and stool pigeons. Bruno came by and I left them alone. Gerald needed to relax, and Bruno was willing to help out.
I went to another health club with Raleigh the next afternoon. The Palm Palace Spa and Resort had minimal exercise equipment and a lot of whirlpools, a steam room, sauna, and massage "therapy area." It was for men and women, but the facilities were entirely separate. It was politically better to say it served men and women, and not mention there were no shared facilities.
I soon found out that the Palm Place was noted for its tolerance. It managed to avoid the gay sauna-bath house reputation. He owners insisted their members be discrete and there was a strict physical exam to get in. They gave man a wrist bands, red, white, and blue. Red was for oral; blue for anal, and the white meant you thought ball juices were edible. They selected members who were deep in the closet but gay as a goose. They all knew that if anyone let the true nature of the club become public, it was all over for all of them.
The showers were subdivided into cubicles by clear plastic curtains, once the water was on, you could see men in the cubicles and you could tell what they were doing, but not identify them. Some cubicles were singles, others were for threesomes and foursomes. There was a problem with slippery spots on the floor. Taking a load in the mouth or ass was pretty common. There was a bell in each cubicle. If you rang it an attendant or another member would come help.
The stream room was essentially an anal theater. It seemed to be exceptionally steamy, but not particularly hot. The steam made it hard to identify people, impossible to photograph, but allowed extended anal explorations.
Most of the attendants at the Palm Palace had no interest in me. An ugly, crippled guy was not what they were after. As was often the case, a big cock is a big cock even on an ugly guy. I knew it was attractive to young and old. A twenty-five-year-old beach bunny named Lance sat next to me in the Steam Room. Lance was in the seventh year of a four-year college. He was the son of a successful car dealer and was in no rush to learn the family trade. His wrist bands were red, white, and blue.
Lance was handsome, liked going to parties and dated wealthy girls and even wealthier men. I don't think he had encountered a cock like mine up-close-and-personal. I had a feeling he didn't know why he was sitting next to me and talking. He didn't realize that there was a size-queen hidden somewhere in his well-tanned body.
Lance went to lots of parties and like to name drop. Of course, I didn't know many of the names, but he mentioned a man's poker night. At some point it turned into a strip poker night. Apparently, he was paid to attend to provide eye candy. Someone named George Saville was at the party. I remembered his name from Bishop's four-man team. This man was 40, so he must have the son of the man from the golf course. Lance was babbling embarrassing information as he stared at my cock. I'm not sure he knew what he was saying to a complete stranger. Saville was a developer and loaded. He had an in at the City Planning office since he was fucking Deloris, according to Lance. "Her hubby does anything she wants. She is an ageing cow, but she likes younger men." Lance explained, adding, "So does Saville. He told me my ass was a lot tighter than her cunt."
He looked at me and asked me, "Do you like to fuck ass?"
"It's not very private here," I replied.
"This informally is known as the fuck room. If any one comes in they will either watch of join in," he explained. "If it doesn't fit do you make it fit?" he asked.
"Nope, with one leg it difficult. Usually, guys sit on it and take as much as they can," I said. "Sometimes a guy is afraid I will shoot off in him and he might catch a case of the Uglies."
Lance laughed, "Do you shoot off often?"
"Usually I pop when he has a hands-free orgasm. I tend to shoot while he's still ejaculating." I said.
"Hot damn!" Lance exclaimed. "Let me put out the "Cleaning in Progress" sign and we can get going."
"Does that give us privacy?" I asked.
"No, it should be a "Sex in Progress" sign. It means come in only if you are into it," he said. "Shit, I forgot to ask if you mind an audience or some group participation?"
"That not a problem as long as everyone is polite and says please and thank you," I said.
It was a big steam room and had a central bench in addition to the stepped seating on two sides. I had underestimated Lance's interest in large cocks. I was lying on the bench and he sucked me with enthusiasm. He acted like he was getting his Christmas and Birthday presents at the same time. He had been impressed by my soft cock. At full size, he was in love. I know that falling in love with my cock is not the same as falling in love with me, but I have no problem with that.
Two men entered, Burt and Ernie. I thought they were joke names, but that wasn't the case. "Lance, you found a big one," Bert said. "I was hoping to join in, but I think I may have to take you to a hospital to sew you back together after he splits you in half."
"Maybe it's too big," Lance said as he took a breath before he retuned to his sucking duties.
"I'm not sure a cock can be too big," Ernie said. He took off his towel and came over to me dangling his cock in my face. It was a long white snake. I stuck my tongue out, and he came closer.
"Be gentle, I'm a virgin," Ernie muttered. Burt burst out laughing. Lance almost choked as the laughed while sucking.
"Ernie has been using the same line since he seduced the choir director in high school. That was in 1980," Burt said. "He hasn't looked in the mirror in a while." Ernie moved to the sixty-nine position. He and Lance shared my cock, alternating and both trying to deep throat me. I knew that was unlikely, but I guessed they would enjoy trying to take it all.
Another man entered. "Am I late for the party?" he asked.
"Hal, you're always late," Ernie said. "Our new pal is big where it counts, but he's compact." I had a feeling these men were old pals and this sort of gathering wasn't that rare.
"Shit look at that thing," Hal said. Ernie pulled away, as Hal fed me his tool. It was what was called "no easy piece of meat." His cock had a downward bend, so I could suck when he was erect. He was uncut, and there was the sweet taste of slightly aged precum. I licked his piss slit and tasted fresh precum. I could tell he had been excited earlier in the day, but he had not shot off yet. That usually meant that he was ripe and ready.
Things calmed down when Lance began to skewer himself on my cock. Lance was a showman and he put on a performance. He got my knob in and rested. "Damn, it's as big as a stool," he said. He began to sit back. I felt my head stretch his sphincter, pop through it, and then the remainder of my cock slid easily into him. It was tight.
The audience approved as Lanced moaned, "Wow!" He sat still for a short while and then began to bounce. He began to moan again. I suspected Lance liked to be the center of attention and was enjoying both my cock and the attention.
I am not as shy as I might be, but Lance must have been an exhibitionist. Bert was licking my balls and whatever part of my cock that wasn't in Lance's ass. Hal and Ernie were supporting Lance and guiding his movements on my cock. We were all one happy family.
They were all comfortable with open sexual activity. Raleigh later told me that you could count on some sexual interlude every time you visited the Palm Palace. Many of the members were regulars, so sex was part of every visit. You could relax and let nature take its course.
Raleigh said I was a rare non-member visitor. "I told them you were hung like Trigger and permanently in heat and willing. I also provided some good references. Templeton is an out of town member. When he visits, he is popular, and he is known for his good taste in sexual partners," he explained. "By the way, Lance is the high- priced spread here. He is loaded. There are trust funds and an inheritance. He's friendly and is nice to the older guys. He is also not after anyone's money like many of the other lounge lizard types."
As I was leaving, Lance came over and asked if I would be back the next day. He said he had some friends he would like me to meet. I said I was busy in the afternoon, but the morning was free. The said that was fine for him. We arranged to meet at 9:30. That was after the morning rush and before the lunchtime crowd.
Raleigh took me to the Spa and stayed nearby. I went to the locker room and took a quick shower. Lance was waiting. We went to one of the larger compartments. Lance turned on the shower heads to turn the transparent slower curtains translucent.
Two of Lance's friends came in the compartment, Rob, and Nick. They were young guys about Lance's age. They were polite, but I realized my cock was the reason for the visit. Rob was a tanned, blond god. I had a feeling Nick was Greek, Italian, or Armenian if body hair is a clue.
"Lance told us you are a natural wonder," Nick said. "You are as advertised. It's a beauty."
"I hope we haven't offended you," Rob said, "Your cock caught us off guard."
"Are you size queens?" I asked. I was on a bench and Nick was sucking me by then. "Are you here as a tourist looking at the scenery, or are you into up-close-and-personal attention?" I asked. They nodded.
Two more men came in, Jack and Gill. Jack was in his forties and Gill was my age. After quick introductions Gill came close enough to suck. I took advantage of the opportunity. Nick stood and Rob took his place sucking my cock. We moved to the steam room.
It had been good, but it was better in the Steam Room. I got on the bench and Jack straddled my cock and sat on it.
"My sphincter is still tight," Jack said. "I like to take my time." Some guys like to fuck virgins. I like a well-seasoned ass, an ass with experience. Jack was experienced and was careful. He wiggled his ass as he lowered himself on my cock. I would describe his cock as being nice and tight. His pal, Gill helped.
Gil had his own plans. His well lubricated cock was soon testing my ass. As my cock slipped deeper into Jack; Gill pushed his tool into me. That was unexpected but not unwelcome. I assumed they had done this before it was smooth and easy. Gill was a big boy, thick and long. With my cock in Jack, Gil's cock in my ass and Nick and Tony feeding my mouth. All was well.
Another man joined us. It was Donald Saville. The men greeted him. Gill pulled out of my ass and Seville entered. I was a little surprised since he had no idea who I was and hadn't said hello or even acknowledged me. He wasn't polite, but he was fast. He shot off on his third thrust. He hadn't pushed beyond my sphincter so his cum dribbled out. Gill licked the drool. I think his tongue may have gone deeper into my ass than Donald's cock. Donald left the room.
"Damn, that good," Gill said. "Donald's not a prince among men, fat and entitled, but his has diabetes and his cum is sweet."
"Open minded is nice, it was a bit strange," I said. Jack had got off me cock and I was still hard. Gill straddled me and my tool vanished in his ass.
Later, Gill told me he liked big cocks, and my cock did the trick for him. As he impaled himself as he moaned and closed his eyes. He was almost in a trance as he bounced on my cock. he picked up the pace of the bouncing and I felt cum racing through my cock as he shot off as I filled the deepest recesses of his ass.
His cum covered my gut and chest. Rob and Nick licked it up with considerable enthusiasm. Gill tightened his sphincter to squeeze the last drops from my cock. He dismounted. I was still hard, and Nick took a seat. He was tight, but most of it fit. He dismounted and Rob took a seat.
When I got back to the Atlas Arms, my encounter with Donald Saville caused a stir. Raleigh found that Donald was an investor in several of Delores's projects. Donald was also believed to be in deep financial do-do. He had over invested and was short of cash. His successful projects were used as collateral on new developments. If the new developments failed, Donald lost everything.
Gerald and Raleigh were checking his sources to see if Donald was involved in the potential Simon Bolivar project. That was difficult because there were no announced projects for the school site. Gerald was hunting for whispers which had not developed into rumors yet. Raleigh had access Templeton's bankers' gossip network.