Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 13:59:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tiny Tim 5

Tiny Tim 5
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
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Harvey and George were nice, I was still sucking George when Conrad, the
cop and Jerry, the former Navy man joined us. They brought two friends,
Louis and Fred. Bumpass was busy lubricating Greg. Fred saw Greg's open ass
and went over to the sling like a moth to a flame.

"By the way guys," Harvey said. "Greg has volunteered to let us use his ass
as an amusement park, so don't be shy.  He's willing."

I heard Fred whispering to Conrad, "You said everyone here was friendly,
but I didn't guess they were that friendly!"  He too went over to the
sling. Louis followed. I had the impression they were partners.

"Who wants to be first?" Greg called out.

"I'd love to do it, but I haven't fucked in years," Fred said. "I might be
a little rusty."

"I think it's like riding a bike," George said. "I don't think Greg would
mind a rusty cock!" The men gathered around the sling to watch.

Conrad came over to me. "Do you know what you got yourself into here?" he
asked.

I smiled and said, "Yes, Phil is a pal and he explained it wasn't going to
be a ladies' tea party." I am always at cock height. I was looking at his
cock and enjoying the view. Conrad was looking down on me. Conrad looked
uneasy. "Don't worry. Everything in my body works the way you would
expect." I added.

"This may sound stupid, but I have a bad back," he whispered. "Could you
stand on the sofa so I can suck you?" I jumped on the sofa, but that was
still too low, so I sat on the back. That was perfect for the retired
policeman and he sucked my cock.

I guessed he was in his sixties and had been a strong man. Conrad had no
neck and was bald with a beard. He was pretty much hairy from the nose to
his toes. He had scars, a broken nose and looked as if he had been and many
fights. I later found out he had several medals for bravery, one of which
involved a man with a knife. He loved my cock and he was a delicate sucker.

My cock loved it. As he sucked me, I played with his back hair. I was like
being sucked by an old, well-loved Teddy Bear. Conrad revved up my engine.
I was getting too close too fast so, we traded positions. I knew he had a
cock, but it was hiding in his bush.  It poked out of the pubic forest and
I sucked. His foreskin was dark, but as he became erect, his pink-lavender
cock head peaked out for the curly forest of hair. He had a big, mushroom
cock head on a thin shaft. His balls were in furry sack and were the size
of potatoes.

I could barely get his cock in my mouth, but when I did, I could run my
tongue on the flared edge and drive him crazy. The edge was very
sensitive. Conrad moaned. I would lick the edge, and then lick his wide
slit and taste his newly minted precum. That turned me on.  Conrad loved to
suck and we rearranged ourselves. He sucked my balls and rimmed my as hole
too. Eventually he had a finger in my ass as he sucked my cock.

Conrad seemed to be a good judge of my state of arousal. He knew when I was
getting close, and he was able the ease me back. I guess he was the
opposite of a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am man. He wanted it to last. He pulled
his finger from my ass and I could think again.

"Timmy, could you finger my hole?" he whispered. That was a problem.  My
hands are distinctly dwarf like. I didn't think my fingers would reach his
prostate. I whispered my apologies to him. On the other side of the room,
Bumpass was stretching Greg's hole.  Greg was encouraging Bumpass to go
deeper and take his time.  The other men were acting as
cheerleaders. Conrad and I were alone on the other side of the room.

"Timmy, why don't you try to get your hand in me?" Conrad whispered.

"You want that?"

"Just try it," he said. "I'll tell you if it's a problem." I wasn't sure,
but there was a big bottle of lube next to us. I lubricated his hole and my
hand. I sucked on his cock as I worked my hand into his rectum. He winced a
few times, but the flow of precum increased. Eventually my hand was in.  I
formed a fist, and rotated it, rubbing his prostate.

"Isn't that a pretty picture," Harvey said. Conrad and I were in our own
little world. We hadn't noticed the party at the sling had broken
up. Bumpass was fully lodged in Greg's ass and there was nothing to see. I
looked up to see who was watching, and Conrad let loose. Sperm covered my
face; I could feel his ass contracting as he pumped out the man seed. I
went back to sucking. His ejaculations remained forceful, tickling the back
of my throat. They diminished, and I slowly pulled my hand from his
ass. Conrad was still and relaxed.

Jerry was also watching. He kissed me. It wasn't a real kiss; he was trying
to eat up all of Conrad's semen. At the time, I thought he liked Conrad a
lot. He did, but he liked semen more. I was still rock hard. George picked
me up and took me over to Greg.  Bumpass saw me coming and pulled out just
as I got there.  Greg's ass gaped open. When it closed up, it closed on my
cock. It was okay, but I was uncomfortable being held by Harvey.

Harvey seemed to sense that and he let me down.  "Did I offend you?" he
asked. "I'm sorry if I did."

"No, I wasn't offended. It just wasn't very comfortable," I said.

"I should have asked, shouldn't I?"

"It's fine don't worry," I replied.

"You're a real turn on," Harvey said, "You are pint-sized and all man. Damn
you are well equipped. I want to play with you, but I'm afraid I'd treat
you as a toy."

I looked him in the eye. "I hate to tell you this, but if the sex is good,
I can put up with being a toy," I said.

Harvey laughed. "That means I'd better do my best to make the sex good," he
said. By then Phil was in Greg's ass and the party was in full swing. Louis
and Fred were first time attendees at the party like Bumpass and me. The
initial rush of excitement had passed and things settled down some. This
was a sex first, talk later party. Bumpass didn't do any talking at all. He
was into sex, and having multiple potential playmates was an exciting
challenge for him.

I was a little concerned that I was a novelty item at the party, but
everyone was nice and polite. George told me that no one had ever had sex
with a dwarf, but the main attraction wasn't my diminutive stature, it was
my cock. I have a normal cock, six to several inches erect, depending on
how aroused I am.  On a five foot tall man, seven inches looks good.

Louis was fiftyish, slim and elegant. He was a bit affected in his
mannerisms, but very friendly. He taught in the Dance Department. His
friend, Fred, was a janitor. Louis had a rule never to connect sexually
with his students, of course that included current students, and past
students. He said it ruined many careers and caused problems even with
former students. Fred, the janitor knew Harvey and George and found out
about the party.

Louis only came because the men at the party could be guaranteed to be
uninterested in dance, and there was no chance we would ever show up in the
Dance Department. He liked the beautiful men and women he taught, but he
wanted rednecks as sexual playmates. He was an elegant and effete man, but
he also had the sexual drive of a bull elephant.

Fred told m he brought Louis to the party to get some rest. Louis was
sexually demanding. Louis was comfortable being naked.  He had a beautiful
body and wasn't ashamed to show it off. Apparently, no one at the Dance
Department knew Fred existed. Fred was the super for Louis' apartment
building.  They were notably mismatched. This was Louis and Fred's first
time on the wild side. It was their first orgy.

Fred took to it like a fish to water.  Louis took more time. He did take a
turn in Greg's ass. He took a long time, and seemed to like it. Greg was
well used by the time Louis got him.  He was uneasy, poking his thin,
curved prong into Greg's cum filled rectum.  Greg loved it.

Louis had been a performer, and good reviews seemed to inspire him. He
became more excited as Greg became more appreciative. Louis slowed his
thrust to a moderate level and he talked with Greg. Greg told him exactly
what he was feeling and asked what he could do to make it better for
Louis. Louis made some helpful suggestions and all was well.

Louis and Greg were getting along really well, by the time Louis finally
shot off.  Greg was getting tired and he unhooked himself from the sling.
Fred was watching. "He asked if Louis would mind if he took Greg's place.
Louis said he was fine with that. Louis and Greg went to the shower and
cleaned up.

I had reconnected with Conrad. I was sitting on his lap with his cock
firmly lodged in my ass. His knob was big, but his shaft was thin so it
felt as if there was a ball in my ass, near my prostate.  He wasn't fucking
me, he just juggled once and a while to maintain his erection. My back was
to him, so my cock was on full display. Returning from the shower, Greg saw
me and dropped to his knees to suck me. That was wonderful. He was a good
cocksucker and I squirmed in pleasure. Conrad liked that.

"You men are pretty wild," Louis said, "I've never been with men so
uninhibited." Fred was moaning.  I looked over and saw Bumpass in his
ass. Louis looked over and smiled.

"None of us are spring chickens," Conrad said. "We've got to grab a little
gusto when we can."

"Most of the gustos here aren't that little," Louis said. "You let it all
hang out."

"We are all pals from way back," Conrad said. "We have guests from time to
time to add some variety. Some love it here; others think it's superficial
and shallow. It's just sex."

"When I was younger I was looking for love. I was very picky," Louis
said. "That wasn't a success. I am a perfectionist and no one could meet
all of my standards."

"I'm afraid you may be the only perfectionist here," Conrad replied.

"I noticed," Louis said and then he burst out laughing. Phil and Jerry came
over to us. Jerry bent over to suck Louis. Phil got behind Louis and played
with his tits as he rubbed his cock on his ass cheeks.

"You shot off a good one in Greg. How many loads can you shoot in a night?"
Phil asked.  Phil was nothing if not direct.

"It's been a long time since I did anything but a single shot," Louis said.

"Would you mind if Jerry and I tried to help you out?" Phil said. "Jerry
would love to suction some cream from your balls while I refill the cream
supply from the rear."  Louis didn't say anything, which Phil interpreted
as an agreement.  Phil was a little shorter than Louis was and his cock
easily located Louis' hole.

Only if you looked at Louis' face could you tell he was being fucked. Louis
looked uneasy for a brief second or two and then he glowed as Phil's cock
entered his ass.  We all had a good time. I didn't realize how good it was
until I saw Louis getting in the sling after Fred vacated it.

Louis was a handsome man so everyone wanted a poke. That included Fred. I
found out later that Fred have never fucked him before. Before the night
was over, Fred also took Louis' load in the mouth.  That was a great
success. Cocks can't lie and Louis enjoyed it all.

We were all tired by 110:00 and the party broke up. Harvey and George
assure us we were invited to the next party. The next week I was assigned
to work at the University Museum. I worked with the Registrar working on
cataloging the collections. The previous curator had been good at
acquisitions, but bad at cataloging. That was a complicated way of saying
they had no idea what was in their collections.

Normally that sort of thing could be taken care of gradually over several
years. The museum had a major gift that included accreditations by some
museum association. I thought the Computer Department was the preserve of
socially inept nerd. The Museum staff was more nerdy and more
eccentric. The computer nerds seemed to be obsessed by Star Trek, Star
Wars, the Lord of the Rings and obscure computer games.

Theodoric Smith was the curator of ancient antiquities and he specialized
in the Geometric and Proto-Geometric archaic vases. Theo would at least
talk to me. Gurtie Delwa was the oriental art curator and she wouldn't talk
to anyone who didn't have a doctorate. Her associate, an effete young man
named Milton was her emissary to me.

This was one of the rare occasions when being a dwarf was an asset. They
were all odd an eccentric, but my physical oddity meant I fit in to the
rarified air of the museum. A five-foot tall man was hardly odd when
compared to Gertie's four hundred pound bulk and he tendency to shave her
head bald.

The problem with cataloging is that the curators could not agree on the
categories to be cataloged. A library consist of, books, documents and
periodicals. We had sculptures, paintings, vases, scrolls, weapons, kitchen
implements, furniture and a hundred other things.

After two weeks, I developed a basic catalogue with auxiliary database that
related to the specific characteristics of the objects being
collected. This was flexible and dealt with the personalities and needs of
the individual curators. Everyone could get what he or she wished.  I also
developed a streamlined entry system that made cataloging very fast.  I was
the hero of the hour.

The staff's attitude improved when the cataloging chore became less
onerous. I tend to get along with most people, but after several weeks, I
had found some friends. Milton was a wimp, but he was smart and good at
what he did. I had the feeling Gurtie terrorized everyone she encountered
and that was how she kept her job. She clocked into the Museum at 10:00 and
was always gone by 3:00.  Officially, she was working on a paper, but no
papers had appeared in ten years.

Milton and I met in the men's room. The Museum had old urinals that went to
the floor; that was good for me. Milton was next to me and saw my cock.

"Well part of you isn't short," he said.  He then turned bright red. "Os
shit, I was thinking aloud.  I'm sorry, really sorry."

"No problem, there are worse thing you can do than compliment a man's
cock," I said. of course imy eyes were at cock level so I was looking at
his equipment. He was mid piss, so there was nothing he could do but
finish. "Is your team leader as difficult as she seems?" I asked.

"Oh yes, she is hell on wheels," Milton whispered. "If she was difficult
that would be one thing, she erratic too.  What was needed yesterday is a
stupid waste of time today.  It's tension city every moment she's in the
building." He had stopped pissing now. He shook it cock and looked at me. I
was still looking at his cock. He sort of stroked his cock. It wasn't a
real stroke, but I knew what it meant.

"I have a hard time looking guys in the eye," I said.  "I guess you
noticed." He turned slightly toward me.  I was facing his slit. It was nice
and wide and he used his fingers to open it. "What do you do for tension
relief?" I asked.

"It's difficult," he said. "I live home with my parents."

"I have an apartment a few blocks away. Would you like to have a beer or
some coffee?" I asked. That was fine with him.  He had a car and at five,
we went to my place. He wanted to know if I lived alone.  I said no, but my
roommate was open-minded.

Bumpass wasn't home when we came in the door so that was good. Milton
relaxed a little. "I can offer you beer, or a cup of coffee," I
said. "Usually I get naked and take a shower after a day of work. We could
do that too."

"What if your roommate comes in?"

"Bumpass likes naked men too," I said.

"Is he a dwarf too?"

I laughed. "Bumpass is full sized and then some. He not shy either." We
went to the shower. He was half-hard when we got in the shower and fully
erect a second or two later. When I licked the tip of his cock, he shot
some sperm up my nose.  I licked some more and soon my mustache and beard
was dripping in his semen.

"I made a mess," he said.

"Why don't you lick it up?" I asked. He looked at me oddly and dropped to
his knees. He was a bit tentative at first, but he became increasingly
enthusiastic.  He was hard again by the time he finished. Since he was on
the floor, I straddled his cock and sat on it. He shot off a second
time. Milton was done for the day. He dressed and left. He was profuse in
his thanks.

The next day I was working with the European Painting and Sculptor Curator,
Simon Calloway. He was an older man and not too proficient in computers. I
had to pull out all of my "helpful hints for the computer novice" tricks
for him. By noon, he was doing well.

When I returned from lunch, Simon was hard at work and doing well. I went
back to my office. Simon dropped in at 4:30. He thanked me for being so
patient with him that morning.

"I saw Milton this afternoon. He said he had a good time with you after
work," Simon added. "He's a good boy, but he's trapped with that woman and
his folks. My mother died a year ago, I can sympathize with him."

"I enjoyed it too," I said. I knew were this conversation was going.