Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2000 07:53:03 +0100
From: tom_cat <tom_cat@btinternet.com>
Subject: Sex Dwarf (Urination)

     So there I was in this cruise bar, I like to call it an action bar cos
if you're looking for some, well this is the place to go. I usually go
early so I can unwind first and size up all the potential targets as they
come in. Also I like my eyes to get accustomed to the dark and swallow some
Dutch courage before I leap into a wild night of mad sex lust. Gulp from
the can, watch the sex vidz, squeeze my crotch and look the part.

     And then He walked in, a little more than 4' tall. Now I'm not a big
guy myself at just over 5'4" (how the hell do you type a "half" symbol on
this stupid keyboard?) but when I see a guy shorter than me, the blood
rushes straight to my slab and I kinda tingle all over.

     Fuck! No! He's with his mates! How will I ever get near him? Let me
tell you about this little guy. Stocky build naturally, aged around 30
years, maybe more, medium brown hair thinning on top, bear good looks. Seen
him from a distance a number of times in conventional gay bars, always with
his mates out for a laugh. Known as "half pint".

     But now he's here, where everyone comes to shoot their load and wank
and fuck and suck and watch and grope! He never looks at anyone, always
stays in his circle relaxed and confident in his company of friends. Of
course, he's here for the same reason as me but he's a shy one. He'll get
up to go for a piss and be back before you can say "I think I'll go for a
piss, too".

     Anyway, I thought "What's the Point?" and headed out to the back room
for some action. I must have been playing around for around an hour when I
decided I wanted a change of scenery. I pulled up my cum-coated jeans and
headed towards the toilets. I ran the gauntlet, the corridor a boulevard of
guys groping and grabbing, watching and wanting, wanking and waving. But I
needed a breather so I sauntered down to the end, just outside the dark
empty cubicle adjacent to the small room with 2 urinals and a sink.

     I lit up a cigarette and thought I'd use my night vision to see if I
could see who was at the urinals and what was happening there. And just
then, the little guy came down the dick-lined corridor with blinkers on and
made straight for the cubicle, left the door open, presumably for the
light, made a quick draw, cocked his weapon and took aim.

     My sex life flashed before me, I'm a shy guy myself, but I was not
about to let this opportunity pass me by. I was already standing at the
doorway so I turned 90 degrees and took one step forward.

     "Can I drink your piss?" the words just came out of my mouth.

     He laughed "If you really want to, but nobody's ever asked me THAT
before!"

     "Oh, I WANT to!" I told him and closed the door shutting out the
light.

     "Well, if you're sure!" he hadn't yet spent any. "Are you ready?"

     I let my cigarette drop to the floor and it instantly extinguished
itself like a damp squib. I guess some guys have bad aim cos the floor was
already quite wet. Then I squatted down in the darkness before him and held
his legs to be sure he was pointed in the right direction. "Yep, I'm
ready!"

     It was completely pitch black in the 3' wide cubicle, 3 basement walls
and a solid wooden door flush with both ceiling and floor. Sploosh! His
piss stream hit me straight in the chest. I'd squatted down many times
before in the dark and had no problems judging relative height. But this
was different, cos most people are taller than me anyway, but not Half
Pint!

     I didn't complain, I just sat on the wet floor instead and felt my bum
get instantly wet through (I'm a freeballer) with Gawd knows how many men's
urine. In this position, I managed to get most of his piss in my mouth,
though a lot of it still missed the target and splashed onto my T-shirt. He
had certainly been drinking a lot, his beer piss was quite watery in taste
and the golden fountain gushed with such force for what seemed like several
minutes. I savoured every drop of it. Here was I drinking the water of life
from the kinda guy I have wanted to be with for a very long time.

     My chance to be humiliated by some little guy who must have been
humiliated himself by others all his life. My T-shirt was now absolutely
soaked. I wasn't half get fucking turned on by this! When he'd finished, he
tapped my wet-clothed chest and laughed. "You're toooo much!"

     Uh! Oh! Did that mean he was going? Not so fast, my horny little
fucking sex dwarf! I grabbed his arse and pulled him closer to me. Up to
this point, I hadn't even touched his little man meat, afraid that it might
have turned the tap off! Fumbling in the black light, wishing I had eaten
more carrots, I found his soft water pump, he had a long loose foreskin, my
personal favourite, still quite wet. I rolled my tongue around it soaking
up every last drop of the amber nectar. Brilliant, I thought to myself, now
I'm gonna get you good and hard and pumping in my expert cocksucking mouth,
my little friend!

     I sucked on his quickly hardening shaft while I pulled his jeans down
to his ankles and stroked his short stubby legs, no fat here on these quite
firm and lightly hairy-legged short pathways to sex heaven! He had a
good-sized cock, stiff as a board and those tight full bull balls that
usually signify a quick cumming. Silently and without warning the horny
little guy's cock exploded in my mouth, filling it with a sweet and
slightly salty cum. I let this remain in my mouth for a few moments to
taste and appreciate the full flavour of this pervy little devil's animal
juices.

     I reached my hand down to touch myself, my crotch was quite damp from
his piss so I groped my hardon through my wet jeans. God, I was really wet
and horny. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled out my pulsing dick and stood
up. My little guy leaned over and sucked on my manhood. He was no stranger
to cock worship! My pecker throbbed hard in his experienced mouth for a
little while until I pulled out.

     No, I'm not letting go of you, my precious little man. For me, this is
a meal of a lifetime, all that was missing was the lit candles!  I've drunk
the appetiser, I've eaten the main course, I WILL have my dessert!

     "Can I lick your bum?" I asked politely and wasn't gonna take no for
an answer.

     Now, he has got such a funny laugh, it really creases me up! He
doesn't seem to take anything seriously, that's great, just out for a good
time. He bent over and I came around and knelt down low behind him. Now a
bum I can take or leave, a cock is always the more important thing for
me. But I really, really wanted this arse! I guess I expected it to be fat
and awkward to get into but I was wrong. This was one sweet arse, quite
smooth firm cheeks, easily parted. I made a nose dive for it, such a clean
smooth bumhole. After a little nosefucking, I stuck my tongue in. While my
tongue explored places it had never been before, I pulled on my pecker and
showered jets of my own jism on my rolled-down jeans as I tasted this rare
delicacy.

     I guess I felt like a blind man (but that's another story!) whose
other senses are heightened when he cannot see because the taste and touch
were fucking amazing!

     Then I put my gun away and we both got dressed. He kept telling me
"You're toooo much!" We exchanged names and I left him to go back to his
pals, almost running out of the bar in pure disbelief of how lucky I was! I
was pretty well saturated travelling home but it was a warm Summer's
evening so it didn't matter. I will always treasure that memory of my first
little guy. Sure hope it won't be my last!

     tom_cat@btinternet.com
     21 July 2000