Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 19:32:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tiny Tim 2

Tiny Tim 2

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 any comments send them to
bldhrymn@yahoo.com


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The phone rang and that ended our fun with Phil.  One of the other security
guards at the library was sick and Phil had to pinch hit for him. Phil
lived so close to the University, it was easy for him to substitute. I was
sort of relieved. It had been good, but I was worn out. It wasn't just
being tired. My head was spinning.  It was hard to get a grip on all the
new experiences. It was a lot to adsorb in just an hour and a half.

The rest of the day was quiet. Bumpass was called in to work on a
problem. The school received a notice about a new worm, and Bumpass was a
specialist and anti-worm programming. He was a perfect anti- hacker. When
his was in his early teens, a virus wiped out his computer's hard
drive. Bumpass didn't take that well and he really hated hackers. His
objective was to create a seek and destroy program that could trace a virus
to its source and destroy it.

To say that was extremely difficult and tricky understates the case, but
Bumpass, like most computer programmers, was obsessive and difficulty
didn't bother him. He never said if he was successful, but once and a while
he was very happy. I knew it was necessary to keep any successes secret to
avoid alerting the enemy.  He had been talking about something he called
the Carnivore. That name disappeared and Bumpass replaced it with MHLF. I
discovered that was My Hungry Little Friend. MHLF ate computer viruses and
apparently had an ability to grow stronger as it did.

When he returned to the room that night, we talked. "Phil seemed nice," I
said. "He likes sex a lot."

"Did that bother you?"

"No, I guess I like sex a lot too."

"He's different from many of the men I know," Bumpass said. "He admits he
likes sex and loves to fuck. Most men pretend it just happens or it's just
a chance meeting. He told me he wants to fuck me. Phil told me you don't
really know a man until you've been in him and fucked him to heaven and
back."

"He isn't shy."

Bumpass smiled. "How did you feel when you were in him?  Did you feel close
to him?" he asked.

"I really don't know.  It was so exciting it was hard to think straight," I
said. "Phil was so excited, I had to like it, that I do know."

"I've never fucked a man before.  It was wonderful for me," Bumpass
whispered. "It felt like his ass was kissing my cock, caressing it. It felt
as if I was shooting off for hours, like time stopped still." He was silent
for a while. "He was the first man to let me in him."

"It wasn't like the men who fucked you before?"

""They were like invaders in my ass.  I think Phil wanted us in him,"
Bumpass said. "He's told me he wasn't much into the bottom, but he liked
you."

"I think he liked us both," I said.

"I've never had anyone I really liked in my ass," Bumpass said. "Do you
think he minded when I shot off in him?"

"I think he liked that too," I said. I had also noticed Phil didn't seem to
mind tasting Bumpass' cum when he sucked me off. I think he enjoyed it.

We talked a while.  Bumpass didn't open up easily.  He was use to being
dumped on by most of the people he met. Being a brilliant computer whiz
didn't count for his mother or her boyfriends. In high school, being smart
was often treated as an embarrassing flaw. I had many of the same flaws,
but I had loving parents and siblings who ran interference for me. Bumpass
had neither.  I think his mother actually liked him. I don't think she
could understand what he was. She would have been happier with a dumb
football player than a brilliant computer geek.

Many parents don't understand their children, but Bumpass' mom had terrible
taste in men. That made it much worse. It wasn't that good when he was a
little boy, but when he got older it was bad. No one wants to fuck a hot
and willing waitress with her teen-age son in the next room. Bumpass did
learn one thing from his mom. When she was unhappy, she went looking for
sex. Bumpass went hunting for men to blow. That was how she coped.  It was
the only model he knew.

A few days later began working at the Library on a computer problem. I am
not particularly imaginative as a computer programmer. By strong suit is
problem solving. I have a very logical mind that sometimes mimics
programming language.  I can find problems and bugs in programs.  There was
something wrong in the cataloging program at the library. From time to
time, it would freeze doing a search.  That was a typical problem. When
unfrozen, however, it would never recall any of the items it had found
before the freeze. The items just disappeared; they vanished from the
catalog.

The company that created the program was stumped.  They needed a fresh eye
so my departmental chair sent me to the library to resolve the problem.
The program was poorly written and loaded with unnecessary routines making
it both hard to understand and inefficient. My professors referred to my
programming approach as being sparce and spare. That was a compliment. It
took me a week to find the problem. I was covered in programming glory and
the Library director had me permanently assigned to revise computer
programs that served the library.

That had several benefits. The university gave me a full scholarship and a
generous fellowship. My parents appreciated that greatly. I also came into
daily contact with Phil. My office was next to the security office. I came
to know him well.  He was a sensible, sane man who was also sexually active
and experienced. Bumpass was active, but not too sensible; he had learned
about sex from his mother and her boy friends. I was very sensible and sane
but not at all experienced or active. We formed an odd trio.

I had no idea how to meet men. Bumpass had well developed skills at meeting
the wrong kind of men. Phil was as sexually active as Bumpass was but he
had better taste and more sense in selecting playmates.

In some ways, I was confused. As a teenager, I thought sex wasn't a real
option for me, and I was comfortable with that. I was a dwarf in a world of
full sized persons and I was good about avoiding disappointment.  When I
encountered Bumpass, I saw it as more of a random lightening strike, than
as a change to my life style and expectations. When I met Phil, I needed to
change my way of thinking. Given Bumpass' bad home situation, I assumed he
was willing to have sex with me because better alternatives weren't
available.  Phil was self confident and self-assured. He wasn't good
looking like a movie star, but he could pick and chose whom he wanted.

Phil was sexually attractive.  I didn't know exactly why, but he attracted
men.  He wasn't macho, but he was masculine. He didn't put on airs, or
boast. He didn't need to do that. I had never met a masculine gay man who
was entirely at ease with man sex.

Somehow, I knew he would eventually fuck Bumpass and that Bumpass would
like it. While I thought about Bumpass, I realized I was thinking about
myself too. I knew Phil would eventually fuck me. I wasn't sure I would
like that, but I thought I would at least pretend I liked it.

This was all a shock to me. I knew people liked sex, but I had not
understood the intensity of sex. I rather assumed sex with another person
was like a super jerk off session. I assumed it would be better than
jerking off, but had no idea how much better.

It was exciting the first time Bumpass sucked me off.  That was my super
jack of experience. It was really good. I didn't expect sucking him off
would as good as it was.  It wasn't good; it was great. My session with
Phil and Bumpass was exponentially better. I hadn't even guessed anything
could be that good.

It was more than a week before we could get together again. I was involved
with my library project and Bumpass was on the trail of a worm.  I did get
to talk with Phil a few times. I told him I was afraid it might not be as
good the next time we got together.

"Every man is different Timmy," he explained. "As far as I can tell sex
just gets better the more you do it. I know a few men who like the danger
of rest stop sex, but for me, it's better when you can relax. It's nice to
get to know your playmates.  You find out what they like.  They figure out
your wants and quirks. It gets better."

"I don't know if I have any quirks," I said.

"Timmy, everyone has some quirks. Some things turn you on big time; others
have no effect on you at all," Phil added. "There are different stokes for
different folks. I know some men who can't relax and go with the flow.
They are too uptight. I figure if you're sucking another man's cock it's
hard to put on airs. I've known some men who were worried their hair might
be mussed. Some seem to think if they get sucked, they really aren't gay,
or if they admit they like it, I would realize they are gay."

"That seems strange."

"People are strange. Some men were nasty about it, other were just so
straight laced they couldn't let themselves let loose.  I had one pal who I
sucked periodically for years. He never could relax, or say how much he
liked it. He was a good looking man and nice as he could be, but he
couldn't do it."

"That couldn't have been much fun for you," I said.

Phil smiled. "Sometimes a cock can say things your brain won't let you
mouth say," he explained. "Mat was a nice guy, but a cold fish
emotionally. His dick was an enthusiastic slut. It got hard at the drop of
a hat and oozed, twitched and spurted non-stop until he shot off. It
ejaculated pints of man cream.  His cock was grateful and pleased. It was
good for me too.

"What was my cock like?" I asked. "Enthusiastic?"

"Well if you are as new to the scene as you say you are, you will have no
problems at all," Phil said.

"I am new to this sort of thing," I said. I told him I was surprised he
doubted that.

"Please don't get offended, Timmy," Phil said. "Most people either enhance
their sexual experiences or minimize it. Most don't want you to know how
experienced they are or how virginal. Most people think you will not like
them if you knew their real sexual experience."

"You may be right about that," I said. "I think Bumpass is more into sex
than he admits."

"Bumpass had a difficult childhood and I was worse in his teen years. Sex
was an escape for him," Phil said. "I have guessed you had a happy
childhood?"

"Yes, we are a close family," I said. "Why did you think that?"

"I've never met a dwarf before, but you don't seem to be defensive about
your size," Phil said.  "I was shocked when I first saw you. Bumpass told
me you were short.  That is an understatement. You jumped in with both
feet. You seemed comfortable and I sure was comfortable too."

"I was actually uneasy, but it was so good, I forgot how uneasy I was."

"That describes what I was feeling," Phil said. "I didn't expect to be
turned on. I'm not much into being fucked.  I just did it to make you guys
more comfortable.  The second your cock was on the dark side of my
sphincter, I was hooked. You were rubbing something the right way, and that
hadn't happened before. I couldn't believe you could keep on fucking and
not shoot off.  You must have been self-lubricating.  It was easier as you
went along."

"Well, Bumpass did his bit for the lubricating," I remarked.  "He must have
totally drained his balls."

"Had you ever used your pal's man cream for lube before?" Phil asked. "Was
it good?"

"It was, but he deposited it really deep," I said. "Your ass sort of kissed
my cock when I went in the last time."

Phil looked at me. "I guess you know how much I want to get in your ass,"
he said. "I'm hoping it's full size. I really want to go deep."

"Do you want to fuck me or just give a dwarf a spin?"

"If you let me do it, I will do both," Phil said. "Years ago I played with
a big man with an even bigger cock. I was after his cock; it was a
beauty. It wasn't very good.  The cock was all I could have wanted, but he
was uninterested. He was willing to let me suck him and take his load, but
he shot off, pulled up his pants and walked away. I wanted his cock, but
you have to take the whole package. He was a boring box with a fancy
bow. You are a good-looking, nice guy who has a distinctive physical
trait. The combination of being so masculine and adult and being so young
and small is a turn on."

"You know the word in the library is that you are a genius," Phil said. "I
heard people talking about a computer whiz kid who presto-chango solved the
problems that had been plaguing them for years.  They said this guy named
Tim, understood what they wanted and needed and was a regular person
compared to their previous computer nerds. They didn't mention you were a
dwarf." His buzzer went off. There was a drunk at the circulation desk so
he went off. I was surprised by his comments, but pleased.

That night when I returned to my room, Bumpass was there with a pal. It was
a normal dorm room and the pal was bigger than Bumpass, so there was barely
room for me.

"Tim, this is Larry Golden, his computer just crashed," Bumpass said. "He
has a big paper on it. Do you have a disk for Windows 7?"

"I do. Let me look at the computer," I said.

"I am really up Shit Creek if I can't get it back," Larry said. "The
professor thinks I'm just a dumb football player anyway. The last jock he
had in his class was partial to "the dog at my paper" type excuses."

I opened my magic box and found the right disk. My magic box had
installation disks for most operating systems and my own automatic
installers and programs. I had designed some programs to protect the hard
drive from any possible harm, and some routines that would both run the
program and stop when it encountered an anomaly.  I also had an emergency
program that allowed my computer to use his hard drive and rescue important
files.

There was something big wrong in his computer's hardware.  It wasn't a
software problem. I was able to get the file, save it and send it to the
professor's computer.  Bumpass was better about hardware problem than I
was.  He had an idea what the problem was, but he would need to get some
components the next morning. Larry was really happy and relieved. Once all
was well, I had a chance to look over Larry.

He was blond and pale, but quite muscular. I knew Larry was a jock, but I
didn't follow sports much. In the back of my mind, I thought there was a
football player named Larry. Bumpass had his arm around Larry and Larry
didn't seem to mind that. It seemed odd to me that Bumpass would know a guy
like Larry.  He didn't move in jock circles.

I then realized that Bumpass liked giving men blow jobs. As a football
player Larry could get pretty much anyone he wanted, but Bumpass would be a
safe choice. He wouldn't have had to worry about running into him
accidentally. Bumpass' hand strayed towards Larry's basket. Again, Larry
didn't mind.

"How did you guys meet?" I asked.

"I can't remember exactly where, but we share some common interests," Larry
said. "Bumpass told me you like the same things too, and we could use the
room sometime. He didn't think you would mind."

"We've messed around some," Bumpass whispered. "I told him that you and I
get bare assed naked and go at it big time once and a while. Larry said he
would like to try it."

I smiled. "I can go somewhere if you want to be alone."

"It would be okay for me if you stayed," Larry said in a low
whisper. "Bumpass told me you guys trade loads sometimes. "I've never done
that, but I think I'd like that. This is a more private place."

I didn't need any more invitation than that.  I removed my shirt. By the
time I was taking off my undershirt, Larry was naked. A few seconds later,
we were all naked and I was sucking Larry's cock as he kissed
Bumpass. Larry's cock wasn't huge, but it was pretty. It also oozed a lot
and twitched when licked it.

Larry's body was beautiful, he worked out and each muscle was well
defined. He was all peaches and cream. You don't expect a muscleman to be
pink. He surprised me in another way. He liked to kiss and as far as I
could tell, he liked to kiss Bumpass. Since I was at cock level, I knew
that Bumpass liked it too. A cock isn't just sex tool; it is a finely tuned
instrument, a barometer measuring highs and lows. Larry and Bumpass had
many highs and few lows. I discovered I liked sharing their
experiences. Bumpass was the first to shoot off. Larry then turned his
attention to me.

He kissed me not knowing I still had some of Bumpass's cum in my
mouth. Larry was shocked, and then he went wild. He tongue kissed me to get
as much of Bumpass' sperm as he could. He then slipped down and began to
suck me. The first few licks were tentative, but then he got into it. I
didn't know it at the time, but Larry had never sucked anyone off before,
not even Bumpass.

The entire situation had me going and he sucked me off.  He then went to
Bumpass and did the same to him. Bumpass had already climaxed, so it took
some work to get him going again, but Larry was willing to do the
work. When I recovered enough from my orgasm, I looked around and saw a
positively blissful look on Bumpass' face. I took care of Larry's cock.

After fifteen minutes or so, Bumpass began to shiver and twitch. He jerked
at the first ejaculation.  As he did, Larry shot his load into my mouth. It
was lovely. It was late and Larry went back to his room with his paper and
a smile on his face.

"How was it?" Bumpass asked me after Larry left. "Did you like his
quarter-back high test?"

"It was good," I said. "Not quite as creamy as yours, but it was good."

"I love it," Bumpass said. "I don't know if it's because he is such a hunk,
or if it just tastes good. He sure likes dwarf sperm."

"Mine is less filling and lower in calories," I remarked.

Bumpass looked at me and we both laughed.