Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 13:59:44 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Archman 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 bldhrymn@yahoo.com If you enjoy these stories, please consider making a donation to Nifty. 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.