Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 18:33:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tiny Tim6

Tiny Tim 6
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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Simon was one of those men who were attractive but not handsome. He was
affable and didn't seem to be a quirky as Theodoric and many of the other
staff members of the Museum.  He was happy working at the museum and he
wasn't demanding or irritable. I went home with him after work. In the car,
he told me that Milton's description of the night before excited him.

"I'm afraid I don't have any nerve. Milton said you met at the
urinals. Well, I wouldn't have had enough nerve to look, not to mention
talk with you," he said.

"How did you get up enough nerve to connect now?" I asked.

"Milton told me you were a nice, no drama sort of man," Simon said. "I'm
worried about being rejected and have a scene.  My mother is dead, but the
thought that she would find out terrified me for years.  Actually, it still
does.  She is dead, but I'm still afraid." He paused. "There is one other
thing. I had a little experience when I was a college student and the man
punched me.  I'm afraid of being beaten up."

"You figured if I beat you up, I wouldn't be able to reach beyond your
knees?" I asked.

"I've offended you; I'm sorry," he said.

I smiled at him. "Don't worry, I'm not offended," I said. "It is kind of
funny, though."

We were at his house and drove down an overgrown driveway. Simon apparently
wasn't much on yard work. The house was a big, 1920's Spanish style house
of the sort Hollywood stars use to live in.  The house was a good
condition. I sort of expected a spooky elderly butler to greet us at the
door. The interior was all antiques, sculptures and paintings. I don't know
anything about art, but these weren't sofa-sized paintings he bought from a
van in a shopping center parking lot. It was a spectacular place.

When I looked at Simon, I saw he was nervous and excited. I realized he
didn't know what to do.

"Milton and I took a shower," I suggested.

"That would be nice," he said, "Let's go to the bedroom."  The house was U
shaped with a central courtyard. The bedroom was in the back. The bedroom
was nice, but the bath was spectacular. It was all multi-colored terra
cotta tiles with a marble bath and tiled shower. We undressed.  Simon was
careful not to look at me.

"Simon, we are here to have sex aren't we?" I asked. "I think it is okay to
look!"

"Old habits die hard," he said, and then he looked at me. "Damn, your cock
is full-sized!  Milton didn't tell me that."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Not at all," Simon replied.

"Why don't you take off your robe," I suggested.

"My body isn't ready for prime time," he said. I walked over to him and
untied the belt. He was still soft, but his cock looked thick and he had
big balls. I licked the tip of his cock. For a second or two I was afraid
he would shoot off like Milton. That wasn't a problem. Simon had a long
fuse. We went to the shower.

Simon was one of those rare middle-aged men who looked better naked than
dressed. He usually dressed in ill-fitting tweeds that made him look
lumpy. He must have exercised.  I later found out the house had a pool and
he was a swimmer. He was stocky and solid, but not fat. When I said, he
looked better naked than dress there was one caveat. If you have an
aversion to body hair, Simon was definitely not the man for you. His hair
was the color of cinnamon toast my mother use to make me. It was red but
now white hair liberally diluted the color.

We soaped each other up and I sucked him some more. He was appreciative,
but not participatory. It took him a while to build up enough nerve to suck
me. Once he did it, he was fine. We eventually got out of the shower and
went to the bed.

I discovered one shocking thing in the bed. Simon told me he have never
been with a man sexually before.  I had assumed he had connected with
Melvin. They were friends, but the nearest Simon had come to sex was
vicariously enjoying Melvin's stories. Lust filled Simon's life, but there
was no action. From the paintings and sculptures in the bedroom, he
certainly knew about the classical nude. Unfortunately, the classical
painters were good about creating an erotic atmosphere, but they were short
on detail.

The only detail he knew was from a copy of the Kama Sutra. That was in
Gertie's department and he had only been able to glance at it. His lack of
knowledge was exciting for me. I wasn't a sophisticated man of the world by
any means, but I knew so much more than Simon did. I felt worldly. I had to
explain everything.

Simon lived in a bubble. He didn't watch the television; he didn't go to
movies. He had traveled extensively, but he didn't mix with the locals. He
wrote several books, and was a well-known authority on painting. The
university museum was growing and unusually good for a small school.  That
was due to gifts from the Calloway Foundation. Simon's mother had been the
president.  Simon was the leader now.

Simon was wealthy, intelligent and affable.  He had no sex life at all. He
wasn't adventurous and he wasn't curious. He was interested in nude
drawings and paintings. He seemed to think that a meaningful glance at a
19th century male model was sex. I explained that looking at a cock wasn't
actually sex.

Simon was fifty, but he looked older. The bushy beard aged him. He wasn't a
good cocksucker, so I gave him a lesson and an explanation.  He was afraid
he would do something wrong, or offend me. For an intelligent man, he was
insecure. He seemed to think precum was related to incontinence.

We had been playing around for a half-hour or forty-five minutes when he
shot off. As I said, he was fifty and he must have been saving up for that
entire period. It was like having a fire hose go off in my mouth. Simon was
shocked, but it felt so good he couldn't stop. He kept on ejaculating. I
had to swallow twice.

"That was beautiful," I said.

"I'm sorry," he moaned, "Damn, it's happening again!" I returned to his
drooling cock and sucked up a few more ejaculations. Simon moaned some
more. When I took the last drop, we talked.  Simon had never had an orgasm
without a manual assist. I had just provided his first hands-free
orgasm. He had never shot off in a warm mouth, and certainly never in the
mouth of a cum-greedy dwarf.

I continued to lick up what drooled from his cock, lollypop style. He told
me I didn't need to do that. I told him I enjoyed it.  He was tired, so we
dressed and he drove me home.  I asked him in for coffee.  He came in and
met Bumpass and Phil. I thought Simon was an attractive nice person. The
second Bumpass saw him he was hooked. Both Bumpass and Phil like their men
bearish and masculine. Bumpass asked if Simon would like to stay for
dinner.  Much to my surprise Simon accepted the invitation.

The phone rang and it was a call from home. My grandfather had a stroke. I
took phone into the bedroom and left Phil, Bumpass and Simon to their own
devices.  My folks were going off to see Mom's father.  They said he was in
a coma, but they would let me know if I needed to come home. I said I
thought I should come home anyway, but Mom said he was in intensive care
and there were no visitors allowed.

When I got back, Bumpass, Phil and Simon were all friends. Bumpass and Phil
weren't shy at all.  Simon knew they were interested in him and he seemed
happy. We had dinner and when Simon mentioned it was time for him to go,
Bumpass told him that he and Phil were planning to get naked and go at it
like dogs in heat. They would love it if he joined them.

Simon looked absolutely shocked, but he began to unbutton his shirt.  We
all assumed that was a good sign. Bumpass and Phil didn't give Simon a
chance to have second thoughts. Both of them liked their men manly, and
Simon was that. Somehow, ten minutes later, Simon had deeply embedded his
cock in Bumpass' ass.  As Bumpass sucked Phil, he and Simon made out like
wild men. I wedged my head into the middle of the triangle and sucked
Bumpass.

Simon made the transition from being a middle-aged virgin to a cock slut in
record time. Simon had a much longer fuse than Bumpass. Bumpass shot off
and much to my surprise Simon wanted to take his place and bottom. Phil's
organ was longer and thinner than mine was, so he had the honor of popping
Simon's cherry.

I knew Phil liked to be the first, and he didn't mind if the ass was thirty
years older than usual. Simon was unprepared for the sensations he felt as
Phil's cock slid into him. It was more intense and much more pleasurable
than he expected. Phil was careful and slowly built up a head of steam.

"I'm just about ready to pop," Phil said.  "Do you want me to pull out, or
give your rectum a sperm bath?"

"Whatever you do, don't pull out!" Simon moaned.

Phil began pumping furiously and then he unloaded. After the last
ejaculation, he pulled out slowly.

"I feel empty," Simon said. He looked at me.  I knew what he wanted. I told
him to roll over and we could try it from the rear. I am quite a bit
thicker than Phil and I was worried.  Simon's ass was very firm, but he
didn't resist at all. It was like a glove that was almost too small. My
cock loved it. I didn't like it as much as Simon's prostate loved being
rammed by my cock. Phil had filled the rectum with man cream, and it was
both slippery and hot. I wanted to fuck Simon for a few hours, but my cock
liked it too much. I shot off.  Simon was happy.

Phil's beeper went off.  There was a problem in one of the apartments and
he had to go off and fix it. Our little group broke up.  I think Simon
would have liked to do more, but it seemed to me it was enough for a
novice's first day.

Simon didn't mention the previous night's experiences the next day, but he
sure was cheerful. Milton came to me and told me he had told Simon of our
little interlude. "I'm sorry, he said. "I shouldn't kiss and tell."  I told
him it was okay.

At five, Simon told me he had a board meeting that evening, but he would
like to get together again. "Could you come over for dinner on Saturday? I
was thinking of an informal cookout at the pool," he asked. "You can bring
your friends with you."  I said that sounded good to me, and I would ask
them.

"Do you like to swim?"  He asked.  I said yes, but I wasn't very good at
it. "The pool is very private, there is no need for trunks," he whispered.

On Friday, Gertie no longer worked for the museum and Milton was the acting
curator. Through the grapevine, I heard that Simon, who was the main
financial support of the museum, was much more assertive and that was tied
into Gertie's disappearance. The Director asked to see the fruits of her
ten years of labor and discovered there was almost nothing in writing and
she didn't even have research notes. That cheered up the staff
tremendously. One bad apple can spoil the barrel.

That night my Mother called and said Grandpa was out of danger. He had
rallied and was feeling better. He had his 90th birthday coming up in two
weeks and wanted a party. I told me I would be sure to be there.

Phil and Bumpass were free on Saturday and when we arrived at Simon's
house, we found Simon with Milton and two other men I didn't know. Simon
introduced them as Alistair Lunt, an English professor, and Barnstable
Bruce, a professor of Medieval History. They looked nervous. Both men fit
the forgetful professor stereotype. They were men who looked uncomfortable
in informal clothes. They were in sports shirts and Bermuda shorts, but
Barnstable wore black sox. They were older and semi-troll like. I thought
this was going to be a long evening. Alistair was heavy, short and bald. He
looked like a small, unkempt Sebastian Cabot.  Barnstable was tall and
thin. He was like the Tin Man in the Wizard of Oz, complete with the
rust. He had red hair the seemed to sprout everywhere.

Phil surprised me. He knew who they were and had read one of Barnstable's
books. The professor's specialty was the late Roman Empire and the
Barbarian invasions. Alistair had heard of Bumpass and me. We were regarded
as the wiz kids who manned the barricades against the unwashed hoards of
computer hackers. That meant he was way up in the University hierarchy. Our
anti-hacking work was very secret and known to few.

Milton fit in with the group, except his normal unloved puppy demeanor was
gone. He was almost floating above the ground, he was so happy.  Gertie,
the bane of his existence was gone. We went to the pool.  I hadn't seen it
on my earlier visit. It sat to the rear of the house, and was a glassed in
classical garden. The edges were lushly planted and nude statues overlooked
the pool itself.

We had drinks and talked. There were trays of sandwiches. The conversation
was animated and interesting. Bumpass had said that we weren't much into
Shakespeare, and Alistair went after him like a Salvation Army worker and
an alcoholic. He tended to burst into soliloquies. That would have been
odd, but Alistair was a good actor. Phil got along with everyone, but
Milton seemed to like him particularly.

We had been talking and eating for almost an hour when Simon, stripped and
jump into the water. He was an excellent swimmer. Phil was next, followed
by Milton. Soon we were all nude in the water. For me the shallow end of
the pool was the same as the deep end. I paddled some, but it was more
relaxing for me to float on my back. The water provides most men some
modesty. Normally my head is at cock level of standing men.  As I floated
in the pool, my cock was at the level of their heads. No one seemed to
object at all.

"I hope I don't offend you, but I have never been with a dwarf socially
before," Barnstable said. "I'm concerned I might accidentally say or do
something that would be taken the wrong way."

"I'm not worried about accidental slips," I said. "I am resigned to not
being selected for the basketball team!"

He laughed. "I had the opposite problem. Everyone got mad at me for not
going out for the basketball team. For the people in my school a tall man
who was interested in ancient history was a total waste of a tall man," he
said.  "Being tall and gawky is fine if you can make rim shots!"  He
lowered his voice. "Simon told me you weren't what he expected."
Barnstable was looking directly at my cock. "I can see what he meant."

Simon and Milton may have been new to gay sex, but no one else was and that
included Barnstable and Alistair. Bumpass was sitting on the edge of the
pool and he had an obvious erection. Alistair was with him and he was
obviously pleased with the view.  Phil, Simon and Milton were in a tight
cluster. I guessed we were on the edge of sexual connection.  I thought I
would take my time, but my cock had other ideas.

As my cock firmed up, Barnstable leaned over and helped it along. He kissed
my cock head. You could say he tried to French kiss it, his tongue tried to
get in my slit. He looked at me. "Am I too forward?" he asked.

"You are just forward enough," I said.  He returned to servicing my
cock. After a few minutes he stopped. "Let's get out of the pool.  I'd hate
to drown you," he said. That was fine with me. We went inside.  Phil was
already inside with Milton. They were discussing the value of virginity,
and Milton was saying that once it was lost you could never get it back.

"Milton, you are a young man.  Let me assure you that can stay a virgin for
another ten years if you want," Phil said. "No one can tell as long as you
are a good actor." Milton laughed. Phil was erect and Milton was
excited. Milton looked around the room. Bumpass was in a corner and
Alistair was on his knees. I was in Barnstable's arms. He held me high so
he could suck me and then he put me on a sofa so he could eat out my ass.

My cock is big considering my size. His cock was big for him and he was six
feet-five inches tall. The difference in our size potentially made sex
difficult, but it wasn't a problem. Barnstable wanted me. I couldn't get
that much of his cock in my mouth, so I just worked on his knob. He oozed
generously and I liked that. He seemed to like mine too. "You cock is full
sized. Is you rectum full sized too?" he asked during a break.

"Everything I've tried has fit so far," I said. "I'm no fool though.  I
know there is a limit." Barnstable had his tongue in my ass. It was long
too.  He was into ass eating, and was good at it. He pulled away.

"I respect limits," he replied.

Milton was moaning. I looked over and Phil was gently easing his cock into
Milton's ass.  I knew Phil liked virgins and he took pains to make sure it
was enjoyable. If Milton winced, Phil would pull out, add some lube and
then return to Milton's ass. Phil used a gentle thrusting movement, pulsing
a little deeper each time. Milton looked uneasy, excited and he was hard as
a rock.