Catch worked feverishly the rest of the morning. He had Miss Tyne bring his lunch-a Chef's salad and a glass of tomato juice-on a tray and continued working the rest of the afternoon. He was having difficulty changing the Bayou Country Club. The corporation had told him that it had to be done with a limited amount of funds-under one hundred thousand dollars. His main goal was to make the country club appeal to the swinging singles from the Houston-Galveston area who had money to spend and wanted a fun place to go. At present, Bayou Country Club was anything but appealing to people of that age group.
"It's a fucking shame," he said aloud. "The place is so goddam gorgeous."
His plan of attack was to use publicity and promotion and promote activities that would appeal to the younger set-those young singles who took the pill, smoked grass and vacationed at Club Mediterranean spas.
Kenneth "Catch" Callahan had been born in the coastal town of Port Natchez, not far from Galveston. His father and his father's father before him had been fishermen. They fished for shrimp as well as dragging seines for bait for deep sea fishermen. Catch was the youngest of eight children and was the favorite of his parents, Sean and Sara. Sara Callahan had unexpectedly become pregnant at the age of forty-two. When Catch was born all of the other Callahan children were well into their teens or had reached adulthood and had left home. Mrs. Callahan always referred to Catch as her "big surprise" and Mr. Callahan gave Catch his nickname because it was the first word that the young child had uttered.
The talk around the Callahan household was always about the catch, and it was inevitable that it would make an impression on the young boy's ears. When he was barely old enough to toddle, he was sitting in his high chair waiting for his dinner when suddenly he opened his mouth and started saying the word over and over, much to the surprise of his delighted parents, and two older brothers, Tony and David.
Catch was so fascinated by his family's profession that he used to beg to be taken down to the shore where he could watch them at work. His mother was afraid that he might wander into the water and drown, so Mr. Callahan bought the young boy a harness and would tie him to a post on the beach where he could watch in safety.
Catch grew into a healthy boy who was a bit untalkative and rather secretive. The parents worried about their son and had him examined by both a doctor and a psychiatrist, but he was found to be physically healthy and the psychiatrist pronounced that he was mentally normal-just that he was probably going to be a loner.
When Catch was eighteen he was taller than most young boys of his age and physically stronger. For years he had indulged himself in a fantasy life. Generally he dreamt about becoming a pirate or a doctor, but that year his fantasies took on another dimension. He had discovered that girls could be interesting. He asked his older brother, Tony, who was twenty-four, what the sex thing was all about. Tony patiently described to his younger brother in graphic detail the sexual relationship between a man and a woman.
Catch was thoroughly fascinated, but his brother's words did nothing to assuage his curiosity.
"I still don't quite get it, Tony," Catch would complain.
Tony threw back his head and laughed. "I know you get it in your head, Catch. You're just not getting it in your cock and that's where it counts. Let me see what I can do about it for you."
Tony was keeping steady company with a Chicano waitress of easy virtue named Rosalita Vargas.
One night when Tony and Rosalita had just finished fucking in the back seat of Ben's secondhand Ford, he turned to her and said, "Rosie, I've got a problem."
"What kind of problem?" asked Rosalita dully.
"It's my little brother."
"Catch?" Her tone suddenly brightened. Rosalita had met Catch several times and was immensely attracted to the young boy.
"Yeah. You see he's getting along in years now and he's all hepped up to know about sex. I sat him down and told him everything I knew."
"Which ain't much," remarked Rosalita, half serious.
"Shut up. And he is anxious to try the real thing naturally."
"Naturally," breathed Rosalita. This was too much to hope!
"Anyhow, I was wondering if you'd do us both a favor."
"Like what?" asked Rosalita, breathlessly.
"Well, I was wondering if you would sort of give Catch some lessons-you know what I mean."
"You mean have sex with that kid," she exclaimed in feigned shock.
Tony looked disappointed. "I was afraid you wouldn't do it."
"Oh, no, no. C'mon, Tony. Of course, I will. For you, I'll do anything. Only we'll have to keep it quiet. I think it's against the law or something to be sleeping with seventeen year olds."
"He'll be eighteen next week."
"Oh, well, that makes a difference."
"I have an idea. My folks have planned a little birthday party at the house for him, but knowing them, they'll probably knock off early and go to bed. Why don't I bring Catch out with me and you can be my birthday surprise for him?"
"You want me to wrap it?"
"Hey, that's not a bad idea," said Tony laughing. "Thanks, Rosie, thanks a lot."
Look who's thanking who, Rosalita thought to herself.
Rosalita fantasized about Catch all week long. He was much more handsome than any of the other Callahan boys, taller, better built, and from what she could ascertain, better hung. On the following Thursday night, Rosalita left work at the diner early, feigning a migraine headache. She went back to her trailer at a nearby trailer camp to get ready for her "double date."
"Is that you, Rosalita?" her mother called from the bedroom.
"Yes, it's me, Mama."
"What are you doing home so early?"
"I've been invited to a party, Mama?"
"What kind of party?"
"A birthday party."
"Well, make sure you don't stay out too late, you hear?"
"I won't, Mama." Rosalita went into the tiny bathroom and filled the tub with water. She poured in half a bottle of cheap bath oil and lowered her voluptuous form into the tub. She scrubbed and cleaned herself as she never had before and using a small rubber bulb, she douched herself thoroughly. Then she pulled out the plug and closed the plastic curtain and turned on the shower. She washed her hair till it was squeaky clean, then stepped out of the tub.
After drying her body and her hair, she powdered her flesh with a scented talc and got dressed in a white off-the-shoulder peasant blouse and wrap-around skirt. Since she knew the nature of the date, she didn't bother wearing a bra or panties. She slipped into a pair of straw wedgies and went outside to wait for Tony.
The candles had been blown out, the cake cut and Catch had opened all his presents. All of his brothers and sisters had traveled to the house for the event, but by ten o'clock they began saying their good nights to get back home. Tony took Catch aside.
"I got one more present for you, little brother."
"What's that?"
Tony put his finger to his lips. "Shhhh, don't say anything. Mom and Dad'll be going to sleep soon and I'm going to take you to it."
"Is it so big that you couldn't bring it into the house?" Catch asked innocently.
"Well, it could be a lot smaller," grinned Tony. "Just wait, you'll see."
At eleven o'clock, after Tony was sure that his parents were asleep, he and Catch slipped out the front door and went for Tony's car. Catch climbed behind the seat, feeling tingles of excitement racing through his body. He couldn't imagine what his brother had for him. They drove down Highway 610 headed for the exit to the trailer park.
Rosalita saw the car approaching and waved gaily.
"Is she coming with us?" Catch asked.
"Why, sure. Don't worry about it. It's going to be okay."
Catch, disappointed, climbed over the backseat and Rosalita climbed into his place. She kissed Tony on the cheek, but her mind was on Catch.
"Did you have a nice birthday, Catch?" she asked.
"Yeah, I got a lot of nice things."
Rosalita giggled, as Tony started up the engine. They drove for about a quarter of an hour when suddenly Tony turned off the main highway.
"Where we going?" Catch asked.
"You'll see," answered Tony.
He drove to a narrow strip of woods which once bordered the golf course of the Bayou Country Club. He parked up a tall weeping willow tree and said to Catch, "come on, get out."
Catch was puzzled. He wondered if Tony had bought him a horse or something. They walked quietly through the brief stretch of woods until they were on the verdant lawn of the golf course.
"Now, Catch, you turn around and close your eyes and keep them closed till I say ready."
"Okay, Tony."
Tony took Rosalita's hand and led her several yards to a tree. "Take off your clothes and lie down," he whispered..
"Okay," agreed Rosalita who was more excited than Tony suspected about what was happening. She took off her peasant blouse and skirt and lay down on the soft ground. Tony took off his own clothes and laid them against the base of the tree. Then he slipped out of his shoes and walked naked across the edge of the golf course to where Catch was waiting.
"Keep your eyes closed, Catch, old boy. I'm gonna lead you to your present. I don't want you to open your eyes until I say so. You promise?"
"I promise, Tony."
Tony took his brother by the arm and guided him to where Rosalita was lying. She had arranged herself on the grass in what she thought was a seductive pose. Her black hair spilled across the lawn and she had licked her full red lips so that they glistened in the moonlight. Her eyes were half closed and her nostrils flared. She cupped her breasts in her hands and was squeezing them slightly so that they looked a bit less flabby than they were. Her legs were bent slightly and were spread wide apart.
While Tony had been fetching Catch, Rosalita had picked several wild daisies and stuffed the stems into her cunt so that the flowers covered her cuntal lips. Tony grinned when he saw what she had done. He positioned his brother so that he was standing near Rosalita's feet.
"Okay, little brother, open your eyes."
Catch opened his eyes and gasped with delight. Rosalita and Tony began singing an off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday," then burst into gales of laughter.
"Okay, little brother, this is it. This is your present."
Rosalita flexed her pelvis so that the flowers rippled in her snatch.
Suddenly Catch was embarrassed. "But, Tony, I don't know what…"
"Relax, Catch. Now the first thing you do is get out of your clothes."
"In front of Rosalita?"
"Of course in front of Rosalita. C'mon kid."
Catch turned away from Rosalita and kicked off his loafers and slowly pulled off his socks. He unbuttoned his shirt with trembling fingers and took it off. Rosalita marveled at his muscular back and narrow, tapered waist. In the moonlight, he could have been a full-grown man. Catch undid his belt buckle and unsnapped his pants. There was a loud zip and Rosalita felt her cunt twitch. He stepped out of his pants and Rosalita admired the strong, muscular legs.
"Okay, Catch, now the shorts."
"I…"
"Now, c'mon, we've gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this. Take off your shorts," said Tony.
Catch pulled down his underwear and stepped out of them. Rosalita gazed hungrily at his muscular backside.
"Come on, kid. Turn around."
Slowly Catch turned around to face his brother and Rosalita. She looked up and her eyes bulged as she stared at the large cock hanging between his legs. It was flaccid, but Rosalita could tell that it was a grower and when erect, it would be even larger than his brother's.
Tony knelt down on the grass next to Rosalita. "C'mon, Catch, get down here. You'll have a better view of things."
Catch hesitated and then lowered himself to the ground, trying to avert his gaze from Rosalita's body.