Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2013 03:57:37 +0000
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: Tiny Tim 4

Tiny Tim 4
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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Good sex isn't dignified. I wonder if that is why sex scares so many
people. It's impossible to maintain all the illusions and pretence when you
are squirming on a cock trying to get it to send you to the moon. It helped
that Bumpass was as excited as I was, but it was a shock.  I had thought
fucking was a one-way street. I had enjoyed fucking, but somehow I thought
the fuckee was just being polite. Bumpass' organ went way deep. I couldn't
think straight or get my bearings.

I felt things I didn't know were possible. Bumpass and I were both excited
and we didn't last long.  When I felt his man seed tickling my ass, I shot
off.  I noticed that Bumpass never over stayed his welcome. He seemed to
sense when I was close. We broke apart.

Late that night I told him it had been good.  He looked relieved.

While Bumpass had a lot of rest stop experience and many playmates, I was a
comparative novice. Larry seemed to like me and he dropped by to see me
when Bumpass wasn't there. He told me I had turned him on and he had told a
friend. I must have looked unhappy.  I was worried I was turning into a
sideshow at a sexual circus.

"Don't worry Tim, my buddy is a really good guy," Larry said. "He's shy and
sweet.  I kind of introduced him to sex play and he loves it, but he is way
too shy to make a pass at anyone."

"Are you making the pass for him?" I asked.

Larry looked at me and then smiled. "I guess I am," he said. "I was hoping
you might be willing to meet him."

Well, there is nothing wrong with meeting a man," I said.

Larry came by two days later and drove to a house in the country. It was a
small farmhouse, but the property was grown up in trees. The house was
nicely fixed up. A man sitting on the porch got up to meet us. He was a big
guy.

"George, this is my friend Tim," Larry said. George said hello and asked us
in for a beer. There was something odd about the way George talked. His
voice was very deep, but slightly lisped.  He had a thick black beard. I
wondered if it covered a cleft pallet.

"Damn, you too look alike!" Larry said. I thought he was joking, but when I
looked up at George, I saw the resemblance. Other than our size, George was
almost twice as tall as I was, we did look alike.

"Oh shit!" I said. "It's me and mini me!" We all burst into laughter.  The
conversation was easy after that. George was a Phys Ed major and on the
wrestling team. He was my age, but looked older due to the beard. His
parents had bought the house for him, and from the way it was furnished, I
could see they were well off. It was nice. He preferred listening to
talking.

I made a mistake and slipped into my computer nerd lingo. When I caught
myself, I realized George had actually been listening and
understanding. George was so big and muscular; I had written him off as a
caveman.

Larry said he had to get back to a practice in a while, and asked if we
might go to the bedroom and have some fun. That was acceptable to all of
us.  George was hairy, like me, but so big he was intimidating. He and
Larry kissed. Since my head was at crotch height, I slipped in between them
and sucked them both.

George was beefy, but his cock was thin and six or seven inches of uncut
man meat. While he was rock hard, the skin still covered the knob. When I
slipped my tongue into the wrapper, I found out he had been oozing sex
juices as we had been talking and it was a precum buffet. That turned me on
big time.

We went to the bed and George sucked me as Larry watched. George was more
than enthusiastic. I tend to ooze precum and George liked that.  Larry
didn't ooze much, so it was a new experience for George.  He was new to the
scene. He was a bit tentative when he saw a glob of precum on my cock, but
once he tasted it, he was fine.

After a few minutes of play it was clear we were all into it and
comfortable with each other. Since I knew Larry and George was Larry's
friend, it was good from the start. They were both muscle men, but they
were miles away from the loudmouth wrestler types you see on the
television.

Oddly, I had the biggest cock in the group. George liked that and mentioned
I had a beauty. Given the size difference between us, you would assume they
would have been more aggressive. It's possible I was slightly more
experienced than George, but only slightly. He was new to the scene, but
very curious and willing to try things out.

After the initial burst of activity, we talked and George confessed he was
new to man sex, but had liked everything he had tried. "I want to try
more," he said.

"You may not like everything," I said. "Every experiment isn't a success."

"Have you had any problems?" he asked.

"Not yet," I answered. "Everyone's been nice and careful. I so small, they
don't want to hurt me."

"I'm a wrestler," George said. "I'm pretty hard to hurt! I'm afraid I don't
know the rules. The first time I did this it was a few days ago with
Larry."

"I take it you liked what you tried?" I asked.

"It was mind blowing," George said. "I went to a very conservative Catholic
school and I believed everything the nuns and priests told me. The school
used the Latin Mass. It was that conservative."

"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure I know the rules myself, but I think
if it feels good, and your partner likes it, it's okay," I said. "I don't
think there is a class on it."

"Not even in the computer science department?" Larry asked. We all laughed.

"I would think the team shower rooms would be a better training ground," I
said. "I admit I have heard the basement men's room in the library is said
to be busy."

George smiled. "I have always had eagle eyed coaches with no funny business
at all," he said. "The coaches are scared of an incident. If something
happens, the press would go crazy and would eat them alive. It even was
hard to take a good look. " He paused. "I sure got a good look this
afternoon."

"Do you like what you see?" I asked.

"I fucking love it!" he exclaimed. "I have a question though. What happens
when you shoot off? Do you wipe it up or . . .?

"That depends on you," I said. "Sometimes I lick it clean, sometimes I just
wipe it away." Since I am always at cock height, I noticed George was rock
hard again.  He was excited.

"You eat the stuff?" he asked.  His cock twitched as he asked the question.

"When I'm inspired, I do," I replied. I wasn't sure if he wanted to suck
mine, or have me suck his, but I took his cock into my mouth. I guessed
right; he was more than ready. George didn't last long and soon hand a
four-alarm orgasm. He filled my mouth. When he was done, I opened my mouth
so he could see his man seed quivering in my gullet.

What happened next surprised me. George pulled me close to him and we
kissed. I opened my mouth so he could taste his own cock cream. Larry
joined us, surprising George and me. I was really turned on.  I was rubbing
my cock against George's body and I felt my sperm rising.

"Damn, I'm going to shoot off too," I exclaimed. A second later, both Larry
and George were at my cock. While they shared the sperm, George was really
into it.  If he could have sucked my balls through my cock, he would have
done it.  A little later George took Larry's cream with equal enthusiasm.

We cooled down and Larry said he had to get to practice. George asked if I
could stay for a little longer. He said he could take me back to the
campus. That was fine with me. When Larry left, we talked.

"Is Larry as nice a guy as he seems to be?" George asked.

"As far as I can tell, he is," I answered. I had never been with anyone
quite like him."

"What do you mean?"

"I tend to associated with nerd types. I'm not standard issue, and they are
more open-minded," I explained. "It didn't seem possible that a genuine,
all-American dream boat like Larry would be interested or willing to play
with me."

"I was a small kid with a hair lip," George said. "My parents were really
protective of me."

"I think you out grew the small part!"

"Thirteen was a big year for me," George said. "I had the growth spurt of
growth spurts.  It's funny though, I still think of myself as a small kid
and my parents still treat me as a child."

"If you think you have problems with that, you need to take some steps in
my boys' department shoes!" I said; we both laughed. He was hard again so
we tried a little more sex. I asked if I could sit on it.

"You really want to try that?" he asked.

"Do you have some lubricant?" I asked.  He did. I coated his probe and then
straddled it. He had a flared knob on the thin shaft. I bounced on the knob
a few times and then it popped into me. I relaxed and the entire organ was
in me.

I was winded a little. George was in heaven. "I'm going to shoot again!" he
cried.

"Try to calm down and hold back," I said. "It's better when it lasts
longer." I was perfectly still for a minute or so, I felt him twitch once,
but he relaxed. I began to bounce a little and then I undulated my
hips. George moaned. While I am small, my ass muscles are well developed
and tight. I gave George a real workout. He did nothing other than stay
hard and moan.

Eventually, he cried out and I felt a tickling sensation in my ass. He
twitched as he ejaculated.  George would have been a bad poker player. I
felt every squirt and his face registered every moment of pleasure. He went
soft and his cock plopped out of my ass.  I was happy, but I don't think I
was as happy as George was.

He almost fell asleep, but the hugged me. "That was wonderful," he said. "I
can't believe it was that good. Was it okay for you too?"

"Couldn't you tell?"

"I was sort of in my own little world. I couldn't believe you let me shoot
off in you," he said.  "That was nice. I was always afraid my mom would
find the remains. You really liked it?"

"I was the one doing a fancy dance on your cock," I said.  "I could have
gotten off at any time."

"I'd love to have Larry sitting on my cock," he said.

"Ask him, he might like it."

"If I fucked him would he have to fuck me?" George asked in almost a
whisper. "I don't know if I could do that."

"I don't think there are any hard and fast rules about that," I replied. "I
suspect getting fucked is more about desire then ability.  If you want it,
you probably can take it."

"I guessed getting sucked would be good.  I wasn't sure about sucking a
guy's cock myself," George said. "That was a lot better than I thought it
would be."

"I had the impression that you enjoyed it," I observed. George looked at
me.

"It's hard for me to admit how much I liked it," he said. "It was great. It
just that it seemed like I wasn't supposed to like it that much."

"I understand. It must be hard to turn on a dime. One minute it's a deep
sin, a minute later you are trying to suck jiz from a pal's cock," I
said. "It takes some getting use too."

"Did it take time for you?"

"Some, but I like the sex so much, I got over it quickly," I said. "You got
into it hot and heavy. It was your first blowjob and you took all the
cream! Did you like that?"

George nodded. "Larry's was wonderful. You were good too, it gave me a
tingle."

"A tingle?"

"You're a dwarf. I had no idea what to expect," he said. "Please don't be
offended."

"Did you expect mini sperm?" I asked. George looked shocked. Then I burst
into laughter. He joined me. "That was supposed to be a joke!" I added.

"I was just afraid I had hurt your feelings," he said. "I can't joke about
my cleft pallet."

"I would never do that," I said.

I had to get back to school. We showered, dressed and he drove me home.  It
had been a good afternoon.

Phil saw him drop me off. He asked me how things were going.  I told him
things couldn't be better. "I'm going off to a little party tomorrow. It's
all older men.  I told them I had hit pay dirt with some young men. They
asked me to invite you," he said. "It's a nice group, but there are no
movie stars in the group, if you get my meaning."

"How do you know them?" I asked.

"There are two construction guys I used to work with, Harvey and Doug. They
hooked up with a retired policeman and another man, a retired Navy man who
works part time at Lowes. There is a retired nurse too, Greg. It's not a
tea party. They own a sling. One man gets in and they all have fun with
him. It's all mindless sex, nothing heavy."

"Would I be in line for the sling?" I asked.

"Oh no! Guests are guest," Phil said.  "I am a regular guest. They know I
don't bottom and they are oaky with that. Am I right in thinking Bumpass
might like the sling?"

"I can't speak for him, but he might," I said. "I'm I right, but are these
the kind of guys he might have met in the park?"

Phil laughed. "Yes and no, several met in a park or cruising areas
somewhere. Greg thought that was too dangerous, so the club is a park
substitute. They get together every two to three weeks, but they are known
to have emergency meeting when someone needs it bad."

I laughed. "I guess that a sensible way to handle that problem."  I told
him I would talk with Bumpass.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7:00 then," he said.

"Have you already talked with Bumpass?" I said feeling a bit miffed.

"No I haven't, but let me ask you a question Timmy. What chance is there
that Bumpass would say no?" Phil asked.

"Pretty slim, I would guess," I said, "perhaps between slim and none."

"I have an ulterior motive here. Bumpass likes the parks and pick up
areas. This is a safer alternative for him.  You are guaranteed a good time
with a better class of man," Phil explained. "It's stress free too." you
always get lucky at Harvey's house.

That actually made some sense. I knew Bumpass had some bad experiences. I
talked with him and he was interested.  At 7:00, Phil picked us up and we
went to Harvey's house.  It was a bungalow in an okay, but not great part
of town. Most of the houses had a chain link fence around the
yard. Harvey's house had an iron fence around a nice garden. He house was
well set back so, you walked down a garden path to get to the door.

Harvey met us at the door.  He was a stocky bearded man with bright blue
eyes.  I said the garden was beautiful.

"That is Doug's doing. He has a green thumb. The back yard is a vegetable
garden. It's nice too," he said.  He was full dressed at the door, but
naked in what seemed to be a second or two. "The undressing room is to the
rear. Get naked and join in." We went to the room he indicated and
stripped. Greg, the nurse joined us.  He was a crew cut, stocky man too,
but I think he must have worked out.

"New meat!" he exclaimed when he saw us.

"The boys are shy, don't scare them!" Phil said.'

"Well I am the bottom boy for tonight," Greg said. "We will get to know
each other well by the end of the night." He looked at us. "You boys are
packing some meat. You could do me a favor and get to the end of the line.
I think I'd enjoy you more once I've been opened up some."

"That's okay with me," Bumpass said.

"Do you mind using other guys sperm for lube?" Greg asked. "It might be
messy."

"I'd love that," Bumpass said. He was already hard. He liked Greg. "You
don't mind taking a load of a stranger?"

"No one here is a stranger after fifteen minutes or so," Greg
explained. "Take your time and smell the roses. We have all night if we
want." We went to the playroom in the basement. There were five men there
talking. There was applause as Greg entered.

Phil introduced us as they strapped Greg into the sling. It sat in the
corner of the room with beds on each side. The walls were mirrored.

Doug, the gardener, came to Bumpass and me. He was well over six feet tall,
slim and moderately hairy. "No one here is shy," he said. "There a good
chance that someone here would like to do anything you want." He was semi
hard and his cock was in my face.

"Well, I see something I want!" I said as I took his cock head.