Catfish and the Wrestlers 3
by Bald Hairy Man
This is a story about gay men and gay sex. If you don't like that DON'T read it. You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, not a sex manual. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. Anyone who might be interested in other adventures of Catfish can go to Millennium Construction Company in Adult friends on Nifty. All the stories are listed under Bald Hary Man in the prolific authors section. If you have any comments send them to bldhrymn@yahoo.com or bldhrymn@aol.com.
Nigel and I got along well, not only sexually. He was a low stress, laid back man who went with the flow. He liked sex as much as I did, and he was more than willing to go with my likes. He was very much a top and am I. I was willing to open for him. After the first penetration, I was more than willing.
This may sound stupid, but Nigel had a friendly cock. It was big and bulky, but playful. The second he popped through my sphincter, I knew he was going to fuck me to the moon and back, then make me shoot my guts out so he could lick my sperm up and then do it all over again. Oddly, my cock had the same effect on him.
My cock isn't friendly. It's imposing, exciting, stimulating and a challenge, but not friendly. It also turned out to be the perfect fuck tool for his ass. I explored untouched portions of his rectum. He was twitching and squirming, but he stayed hard the whole time. Nigel loved every inch of my cock. For two confirmed tops I sure spent a lot of time in his ass , and he in mine.
I had to get the show moved to Scranton the next day, but we agreed to share the same room when he got there a day later. Scranton isn't exactly the garden spot of the East Coast, but the guys were nice. They were more working men than socialites and I felt more comfortable with them.
The Scranton Athletic League was located in an old YMCA that had been abandoned in the old downtown area. The building looked run down, but the inside had been refurbished. The rooms were fixed up and the had the common showers typical of the old YMCA. Ali, Gus and I were to stay in these rooms. Fred and Tommy went to a motel. Cities like Scranton are meat and potatoes for pro wrestlers. Buster Enterprises didn't charge the big bucks to this sort of organizations. This was more of a courtesy visit; a thank you for their support through the years. We got there at three in the afternoon, and got the basic set up. I watched this carefully to see if any cameras were in place. There were none at 6:00 when were done.
Ali and Gorilla Man Gus were with me. Buster and Nigel were coming the next day. There was no clinic scheduled. We went out for dinner and when we got back I found out why there was no clinic. The old YMCA building had 24 rooms. All were rented when we were there too. The fun was in the rooms and the common showers.
Ali explained this to me. We took three of the rooms, but most of the others were doubles. They also had a nude pool. That got the ball rolling. Ali told me the pool was required attendance. This was good. "Normally it's just us wrestlers who stay here." Ali said. "All the men want to see us naked, so this gives them a chance. Frankly, you are here because of your endowment. You may not be a muscle man, but there will be interest."
"Is it just a beauty pageant, or is there some real fun involved?" I asked.
"There will be 40 men in the rooms later and maybe 50 to 60 at the pool. Nothing sexual is supposed to go on in the pool, but the pool has its original lighting. It's pretty dim. You can't see a thing in the water and men tend to gather in tight groups. Everyone is looking, a few may be feeling you out and one or two might suck. Theoretically the staff patrols the pool. No one ever patrols the rooms or the upstairs showers."
"By the way, the only guy who ever complains is the swimming instructor. He's a nice guy, but uptight,"Ali said. "If you were to tell him you needed some help with your stroke, it would be good for the rest of us."
"Is the dog paddle an accepted stroke?" I asked.
Ali smiled and added, "The pool closes at ten. After that it's up to the rooms and anything goes. It's your choice how much fun you want to have."Ali and Gus went to the pool first, I waited until a little later. On the way to the pool, I looked in the gym. I saw the little cams, attached to two of the lights. Tommy and Fred were with us at dinner and went to the motel afterwards. They could not have installed the cams. Lenny or a person unknown must have done it.
I entered the pool through the showers. I got a few admiring glances there. They weren't looking at my face, but they were looking. The pool was filled with happy men. There was a party atmosphere. Ari was at one end of the pool and Gus at the other. They were big and imposing men; admirers surrounded them. The wrestlers weren't shy about their grnitals and they scratched and rearranged their equipment from time to time. They liked cock and weren't ashamed to look.
A youngish man came over to me. He was blond, crew cut and had a swimmer's body. He had a shaved body except for his bush. He was cut and had a good, flared mushroom head. His cock was firm, perhaps you might call it perky, but not hard, and certainly not soft.
"Are you the dog paddle man?" he asked in a voice I remembered from Grade school. It was the "more disappointed than mad" voice I inspired in teachers. "I'm Steve, the swimming instructor, and we're going to do something about that." I was in the water and working on swimming a minute later.
Steve was good and we worked on ways to not drown. That might be a useful skill. Steve was a nice guy, just a bit too serious about swimming. He was also helpful. There is a right way, a wrong way and a way that will work in a pinch. He knew I wasn't going to be an Olympic swimmer, so he was sensible. I noticed he came into contact with a my cock a few times. Once was clearly an accident. The rest were increasingly not accidental. I touched him and he was no long just firm.
A man called him over and I got out of the water. Gus was splashing around in the deep end of the pool everyone was watching his antics. He was huge and hairy, but had a boy's sense of fun. If you remember Walruses are good swimmer too, you can visualize Gus swimming. Even in the dim light, you could see I was hung and men gradually came over to see if it was real. I didn't get the attention the wrestlers got, but there was interest.
I liked this. Ali and Gus were big and endowed men. They attracted the crowd. I figured I attracted the heavy duty size queens. I sat on the back of a bench. That got me closer to eye level wit them and gave then a good view of my cock. Several guys asked where I was staying. I told them I was upstairs in room 112. You can't get anymore obvious than that. They appreciated my directness. I hate men who want to be coy.
I still never guess who will be attracted. Clustered around me was one man who could have been a lumber jack, a skinny man who obviously was an automobile mechanic, and timid man I guessed was an accountant or teacher and a two men I couldn't read.
One of the two was hairy, a bit overweight and very Italian. He introduced himself as Smitty. He was a take charge kind of guy and I found out he had something to do with politics. "Are you a wrestler?" he asked me. I told him I was part of the crew.
"Big things come in small packages," he remarked.
"Truthfully speaking, my package isn't that small," I said. "I have a pal who claims if I could walk around naked all the time I'd be the most popular man in town." The men laughed. The room had pool acoustics, so you had to get near to hear anything. They clustered tight near me to hear.
"Damn, I feel like I have a dwarf cock in the land of a giant," Smitty remarked.
"As long as you can aim, a cock's a cock," I said. "As far as I can tell, a cock can be fun regardless of size. I will admit when it comes to fucking, I don't have a problem having it slip out. Once I'm in, I'm in. That can be nice."
"Do you get to screw a lot?" Smitty asked. "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you ain't no dreamboat."
"You may not believe me but no one has ever asked me to pose for a fragrances for men commercial. I'm a little too hairy for one of those cave men adds. I guess you could say I appeal to a specialized group, guys who like pint-sized, horse hung hair balls."
Smitty joked with the timid man, Theodore, and complained he was drooling. Theodore had a slightly awestruck look on his face. He was a mouth breather anyway. His cock was on the high side of half staff and it drooled some too. I intercepted a drip and licked it off my finger. The men laughed and I felt a sense of relief in them. "I like things neat," I said.
Smitty was going to make a comment at Theodore's expense, but he was dripping too. Smitty had a fireplug style cock and was fully erect. He was uncut, but his purple cock head was fully exposed and shiny. He had a belly and it wasn't as noticeable as in Theodore's case. I used my finger to spread his juices over his cock head.
Smitty's cock head was really sensitive and he moaned and squited three ort four thick robbons of man cream into my hand. "I like to be appreciated too," I said. "Does any one want it?" The man who looked like a lumberjack licked it off my hand. He was leaking too, and when he was finished with Smitty' cum I collected his precum I spread that blob over the gland.
We talked. Theodore leaned over and took my cock. As we talked, Steve, the swimming instructor came over. "You did well," he said to me. "I think I could get you to do something approaching real swimming if you'd give me a chance." He didn't seem to notice the man sucking my cock. Steve was with the program.
"I get here early in the morning around 6:00," Steve said. "I could give you another lesson."
"I'm in room 112," I said. "Wake me when your ready." Steve smiled. "You're dripping," I said. There was a glistening bead of liquid on his piss slit. I cleaned it up. It wasn't water. He was the life guard and returned to watching the pool.
Smitty whispered, "I've never seen him turned on before. You'd better save something for his breakfast! You may be worn out and drained."
"I hate to brag, but I've got a recharge time of ten to twenty minutes. You don't need to worry about me," I said.
A little later Steve blew a whistle. "The pool is closing in ten minutes, finish your laps." No one was doing laps, but Steve was a man of regular habits.
Some of the swimmers were going home, and got dressed, but the rest went to the rooms up stairs. The men in the rooms had only a towel, so there was a mixture of clothed and naked men in the corridors. As far as I could tell you only covered you privates if you were fully erect. On the residential floor it was all naked, all the time.
Ali took one shower, Gus the other. I went to my room, got on the bed to take a nap and left the door open. It was a good night. Smitty didn't have a room, but Theodore did. He was sharing it with the other quiet man from the pool, Rex. Rex was a hairy, middle aged man whose wife had recently died and was letting his hair down for the first time in his life. This was his first trip to the wild side. They had a third friend, Mel, who also joined us. Mel was deaf and was a stock boy for Walmart.
I am a friendly, very hairy and well hung man; they couldn't believe their good luck. All of their favorite characteristics were in one man, me! I think Mel and Rex would have been happy to just look. When they found I like to suck and be sucked, they thought they had died and gone to heaven. Nothing makes a blow job better than when I also had cock in the mouth and I had their cocks available. Theodore had sucked my cock at the pool, so Rex gave my cock a try.
I alternated sucking Mel and Theodore. Mel looked as if he had no cock, but it must have been hidden inside his body. He sported a thick, almost seven inch member. He also leaked a lot. He had a hair trigger, but every time I thought he was near popping, I switched to Theodore.
"Is there room for one more?" a man asked from the door.
"As long as you are willing to share," I said. This guy was gym rat who must have spent a lot of time with weights. He made friends right off the bat by sucking Theodore, Rex and Mel before me. He also sucked with considerable enthusiasm and skill. I liked that. Mel gave him a mouthful of his special sauce, the new man gobbled it up with gusto. Rex played with Mel's tits as Mel popped. Mel liked that. It was a nice, cooperative group.
"My name is Johnson," he said during the lull that followed Mel's orgasm. "I was hoping you were a top, but I don't want to butt in line." Johnson was tall and solid. Maybe 50 or so he was moderately hairy and very bald. He sported a businessman's mustache. He was nicely equipped. He also seemed to be a leader of men.
"Butt in line," Rex said. "That's a good one!"
"I am a top, but no one had offered yet," I said. "Everyone here is still fully loaded, except for Mel. I don't know what these guys expect."
"Teddy, you like them big, don't you?" Johnson asked. "I seem to remember being the first to visit your prostate in its pleasure cave. That was in high school, wasn't it?"
"You're wrong about that," Theodore said, "I like small, medium or large cocks." The men laughed, "I was thinking you might show us how it's done?"
"I could do that, but I don't know your pals," Johnson said. "They won't go home and tell my wife will they?"
There was general laughter. I assumed Johnson wasn't the only married man in the room. Johnson had a soft ass. As I plowed in, it opened like the Red Sea for Moses. I will swear his ass tried to kiss my knob. Inside his ass Johnson was soft and squishy too. It was very enjoyable, but wasn't going to get me off quickly. "This isn't going to be quick," I said.
"Shit, I have died and gone to heaven!" Johnson responded. I got close to shooting a few times and got Rex to take my place. This was a great success. Rex had never fucked a guy before. He loved it. The second time he did it, Rex went for the gold and gave Johnson's prostate and sperm bath. Rex was a big, but shy man, just exploring the joys of man sex.
It was a joy to watch his climax. Rex must have been storing a bucket full of cum. Rex glowed as he ejaculated. Johnson shot off in response. He coated his gut and chest with his man seed.
"Do you still want to get screwed?" I asked Theodore who was next to me.
"I sure do."
"Would you mind if I used Rex and Johnson's sperm as lubricant?" I asked. Theodore like that idea a lot. When Rex pulled out of Johnson, I slipped in. Rex had a six inch fire plug. He shot his load in easy access of my cock.
Theodore was as tight at Johnson was open, but I got in easily. I went for the total penetration followed by a rest period and that worked like a charm. He also told me he wanted my load, so it was a low stress fuck. I didn't need to hold back. I didn't. After that I told them I needed my beauty sleep. They went to their rooms and I fell asleep.
At 6:00 in the morning Steve woke me up. I was naked and he seemed to want breakfast in bed. It was a no frill breakfast, but Steve seemed to like the spigot I served it from. I returned the favor and the second my mouth enveloped his cock head, he popped. We went to the pool and showered. It opened at 6:30 so we had time to begin swimming lessons before he let the early morning swimmers in.
He stayed at the pool as I went to get breakfast. There was a full day ahead. I had one pleasant detour on the way to breakfast. I was showering after the lesson when a giant man entered. He was six feet four or more, bald, hairy and hung. Uncut, he cock was in the skin, but I knew from the size of the cock head bulge he was big. I cast an admiring glance at it, and he returned the look.
He finished his shower, glanced at me and went to the steam room. I followed. He was stoking his meat by the time I sat next to him. "You've got a beauty there," he said. "I'm Max, it don't run in to cocks that rival mine."
"Nor do I. I'd love to do some exploring, but I have to get to work. I'm with the wrestlers."
"You're a wrestler?" he asked, incredulously.
"I'm a stage hand of sorts," I replied. He was hard now and it was huge, a real man rammer.
"Any chance we could get together?" he asked. "If you want that is."
"Are you going to be here for the match?"
"I wasn't planning to, but I think my plans have changed," Max said.
"I think it's sold out."
"That's not a problem, I am a semi retired doctor. They always let me in. I'm a good man to have around the place," he explained.
"Look for me and we can see if we can hook up," I said. I would be late for breakfast so I left. I wasn't sure he would show up. The only thing we shared was a big cock.
We ate at an IHOP, and by the time we were done, Nigel and Buster arrived with Lonnie. The event was at two, so we had work to do. The lights weren't where Buster wanted them, so I helped with rearranging them. That gave me a chance to look at a mini cams. It was a small ¼ cylinder like one of those small flashlights. There must have been a magnet in it because there was no other attachment. I was talking with Fred and brushed one with my arm. It fell to the floor, next to Nigel.
He bent over a picked it up. "What in hell is this?" he asked. Just then, Ali yelled at him to come over, "We having a change in the schedule." Nigel put the cam in his pocket and went over to the other wrestlers. I would get it from him later. Later was too late. Just after the next to the last match Nigel went to change costume and someone conked him on the head, doing considerable damage. Later I searched his room and clothes and the cam was gone.
That's the bad news. The good new was that Max, who turned out the be Dr. Maxwell Hartsberger, a physician, PhD in neurology, and fellow of every medical society known to man was at the match. It was like having Einstein at your science fair. Nigel should have been dead, but was saved by a combination of the good doctor and an unusually thick skull. He looked like a Neanderthal and that helped save him.
The time between getting a head injury and treatment is very important. The longer the time the more extensive the damage. Dr. Max was there in two minutes and called in special trauma ambulance.
There was another bit of good luck. My playmate of the night before, Smitty, was chief Detective Smitty Dundowski. That gave me a chance of being more frank without the danger of abetting the blackmailer's aims. He would understand.