Tiny Tim 2
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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The phone rang and that ended our fun with Phil. One of the other security guards at the library was sick and Phil had to pinch hit for him. Phil lived so close to the University, it was easy for him to substitute. I was sort of relieved. It had been good, but I was worn out. It wasn't just being tired. My head was spinning. It was hard to get a grip on all the new experiences. It was a lot to adsorb in just an hour and a half.
The rest of the day was quiet. Bumpass was called in to work on a problem. The school received a notice about a new worm, and Bumpass was a specialist and anti-worm programming. He was a perfect anti- hacker. When his was in his early teens, a virus wiped out his computer's hard drive. Bumpass didn't take that well and he really hated hackers. His objective was to create a seek and destroy program that could trace a virus to its source and destroy it.
To say that was extremely difficult and tricky understates the case, but Bumpass, like most computer programmers, was obsessive and difficulty didn't bother him. He never said if he was successful, but once and a while he was very happy. I knew it was necessary to keep any successes secret to avoid alerting the enemy. He had been talking about something he called the Carnivore. That name disappeared and Bumpass replaced it with MHLF. I discovered that was My Hungry Little Friend. MHLF ate computer viruses and apparently had an ability to grow stronger as it did.
When he returned to the room that night, we talked. "Phil seemed nice," I said. "He likes sex a lot."
"Did that bother you?"
"No, I guess I like sex a lot too."
"He's different from many of the men I know," Bumpass said. "He admits he likes sex and loves to fuck. Most men pretend it just happens or it's just a chance meeting. He told me he wants to fuck me. Phil told me you don't really know a man until you've been in him and fucked him to heaven and back."
"He isn't shy."
Bumpass smiled. "How did you feel when you were in him? Did you feel close to him?" he asked.
"I really don't know. It was so exciting it was hard to think straight," I said. "Phil was so excited, I had to like it, that I do know."
"I've never fucked a man before. It was wonderful for me," Bumpass whispered. "It felt like his ass was kissing my cock, caressing it. It felt as if I was shooting off for hours, like time stopped still." He was silent for a while. "He was the first man to let me in him."
"It wasn't like the men who fucked you before?"
""They were like invaders in my ass. I think Phil wanted us in him," Bumpass said. "He's told me he wasn't much into the bottom, but he liked you."
"I think he liked us both," I said.
"I've never had anyone I really liked in my ass," Bumpass said. "Do you think he minded when I shot off in him?"
"I think he liked that too," I said. I had also noticed Phil didn't seem to mind tasting Bumpass' cum when he sucked me off. I think he enjoyed it.
We talked a while. Bumpass didn't open up easily. He was use to being dumped on by most of the people he met. Being a brilliant computer whiz didn't count for his mother or her boyfriends. In high school, being smart was often treated as an embarrassing flaw. I had many of the same flaws, but I had loving parents and siblings who ran interference for me. Bumpass had neither. I think his mother actually liked him. I don't think she could understand what he was. She would have been happier with a dumb football player than a brilliant computer geek.
Many parents don't understand their children, but Bumpass' mom had terrible taste in men. That made it much worse. It wasn't that good when he was a little boy, but when he got older it was bad. No one wants to fuck a hot and willing waitress with her teen-age son in the next room. Bumpass did learn one thing from his mom. When she was unhappy, she went looking for sex. Bumpass went hunting for men to blow. That was how she coped. It was the only model he knew.
A few days later began working at the Library on a computer problem. I am not particularly imaginative as a computer programmer. By strong suit is problem solving. I have a very logical mind that sometimes mimics programming language. I can find problems and bugs in programs. There was something wrong in the cataloging program at the library. From time to time, it would freeze doing a search. That was a typical problem. When unfrozen, however, it would never recall any of the items it had found before the freeze. The items just disappeared; they vanished from the catalog.
The company that created the program was stumped. They needed a fresh eye so my departmental chair sent me to the library to resolve the problem. The program was poorly written and loaded with unnecessary routines making it both hard to understand and inefficient. My professors referred to my programming approach as being sparce and spare. That was a compliment. It took me a week to find the problem. I was covered in programming glory and the Library director had me permanently assigned to revise computer programs that served the library.
That had several benefits. The university gave me a full scholarship and a generous fellowship. My parents appreciated that greatly. I also came into daily contact with Phil. My office was next to the security office. I came to know him well. He was a sensible, sane man who was also sexually active and experienced. Bumpass was active, but not too sensible; he had learned about sex from his mother and her boy friends. I was very sensible and sane but not at all experienced or active. We formed an odd trio.
I had no idea how to meet men. Bumpass had well developed skills at meeting the wrong kind of men. Phil was as sexually active as Bumpass was but he had better taste and more sense in selecting playmates.
In some ways, I was confused. As a teenager, I thought sex wasn't a real option for me, and I was comfortable with that. I was a dwarf in a world of full sized persons and I was good about avoiding disappointment. When I encountered Bumpass, I saw it as more of a random lightening strike, than as a change to my life style and expectations. When I met Phil, I needed to change my way of thinking. Given Bumpass' bad home situation, I assumed he was willing to have sex with me because better alternatives weren't available. Phil was self confident and self-assured. He wasn't good looking like a movie star, but he could pick and chose whom he wanted.
Phil was sexually attractive. I didn't know exactly why, but he attracted men. He wasn't macho, but he was masculine. He didn't put on airs, or boast. He didn't need to do that. I had never met a masculine gay man who was entirely at ease with man sex.
Somehow, I knew he would eventually fuck Bumpass and that Bumpass would like it. While I thought about Bumpass, I realized I was thinking about myself too. I knew Phil would eventually fuck me. I wasn't sure I would like that, but I thought I would at least pretend I liked it.
This was all a shock to me. I knew people liked sex, but I had not understood the intensity of sex. I rather assumed sex with another person was like a super jerk off session. I assumed it would be better than jerking off, but had no idea how much better.
It was exciting the first time Bumpass sucked me off. That was my super jack of experience. It was really good. I didn't expect sucking him off would as good as it was. It wasn't good; it was great. My session with Phil and Bumpass was exponentially better. I hadn't even guessed anything could be that good.
It was more than a week before we could get together again. I was involved with my library project and Bumpass was on the trail of a worm. I did get to talk with Phil a few times. I told him I was afraid it might not be as good the next time we got together.
"Every man is different Timmy," he explained. "As far as I can tell sex just gets better the more you do it. I know a few men who like the danger of rest stop sex, but for me, it's better when you can relax. It's nice to get to know your playmates. You find out what they like. They figure out your wants and quirks. It gets better."
"I don't know if I have any quirks," I said.
"Timmy, everyone has some quirks. Some things turn you on big time; others have no effect on you at all," Phil added. "There are different stokes for different folks. I know some men who can't relax and go with the flow. They are too uptight. I figure if you're sucking another man's cock it's hard to put on airs. I've known some men who were worried their hair might be mussed. Some seem to think if they get sucked, they really aren't gay, or if they admit they like it, I would realize they are gay."
"That seems strange."
"People are strange. Some men were nasty about it, other were just so straight laced they couldn't let themselves let loose. I had one pal who I sucked periodically for years. He never could relax, or say how much he liked it. He was a good looking man and nice as he could be, but he couldn't do it."
"That couldn't have been much fun for you," I said.
Phil smiled. "Sometimes a cock can say things your brain won't let you mouth say," he explained. "Mat was a nice guy, but a cold fish emotionally. His dick was an enthusiastic slut. It got hard at the drop of a hat and oozed, twitched and spurted non-stop until he shot off. It ejaculated pints of man cream. His cock was grateful and pleased. It was good for me too.
"What was my cock like?" I asked. "Enthusiastic?"
"Well if you are as new to the scene as you say you are, you will have no problems at all," Phil said.
"I am new to this sort of thing," I said. I told him I was surprised he doubted that.
"Please don't get offended, Timmy," Phil said. "Most people either enhance their sexual experiences or minimize it. Most don't want you to know how experienced they are or how virginal. Most people think you will not like them if you knew their real sexual experience."
"You may be right about that," I said. "I think Bumpass is more into sex than he admits."
"Bumpass had a difficult childhood and I was worse in his teen years. Sex was an escape for him," Phil said. "I have guessed you had a happy childhood?"
"Yes, we are a close family," I said. "Why did you think that?"
"I've never met a dwarf before, but you don't seem to be defensive about your size," Phil said. "I was shocked when I first saw you. Bumpass told me you were short. That is an understatement. You jumped in with both feet. You seemed comfortable and I sure was comfortable too."
"I was actually uneasy, but it was so good, I forgot how uneasy I was."
"That describes what I was feeling," Phil said. "I didn't expect to be turned on. I'm not much into being fucked. I just did it to make you guys more comfortable. The second your cock was on the dark side of my sphincter, I was hooked. You were rubbing something the right way, and that hadn't happened before. I couldn't believe you could keep on fucking and not shoot off. You must have been self-lubricating. It was easier as you went along."
"Well, Bumpass did his bit for the lubricating," I remarked. "He must have totally drained his balls."
"Had you ever used your pal's man cream for lube before?" Phil asked. "Was it good?"
"It was, but he deposited it really deep," I said. "Your ass sort of kissed my cock when I went in the last time."
Phil looked at me. "I guess you know how much I want to get in your ass," he said. "I'm hoping it's full size. I really want to go deep."
"Do you want to fuck me or just give a dwarf a spin?"
"If you let me do it, I will do both," Phil said. "Years ago I played with a big man with an even bigger cock. I was after his cock; it was a beauty. It wasn't very good. The cock was all I could have wanted, but he was uninterested. He was willing to let me suck him and take his load, but he shot off, pulled up his pants and walked away. I wanted his cock, but you have to take the whole package. He was a boring box with a fancy bow. You are a good-looking, nice guy who has a distinctive physical trait. The combination of being so masculine and adult and being so young and small is a turn on."
"You know the word in the library is that you are a genius," Phil said. "I heard people talking about a computer whiz kid who presto-chango solved the problems that had been plaguing them for years. They said this guy named Tim, understood what they wanted and needed and was a regular person compared to their previous computer nerds. They didn't mention you were a dwarf." His buzzer went off. There was a drunk at the circulation desk so he went off. I was surprised by his comments, but pleased.
That night when I returned to my room, Bumpass was there with a pal. It was a normal dorm room and the pal was bigger than Bumpass, so there was barely room for me.
"Tim, this is Larry Golden, his computer just crashed," Bumpass said. "He has a big paper on it. Do you have a disk for Windows 7?"
"I do. Let me look at the computer," I said.
"I am really up Shit Creek if I can't get it back," Larry said. "The professor thinks I'm just a dumb football player anyway. The last jock he had in his class was partial to "the dog at my paper" type excuses."
I opened my magic box and found the right disk. My magic box had installation disks for most operating systems and my own automatic installers and programs. I had designed some programs to protect the hard drive from any possible harm, and some routines that would both run the program and stop when it encountered an anomaly. I also had an emergency program that allowed my computer to use his hard drive and rescue important files.
There was something big wrong in his computer's hardware. It wasn't a software problem. I was able to get the file, save it and send it to the professor's computer. Bumpass was better about hardware problem than I was. He had an idea what the problem was, but he would need to get some components the next morning. Larry was really happy and relieved. Once all was well, I had a chance to look over Larry.
He was blond and pale, but quite muscular. I knew Larry was a jock, but I didn't follow sports much. In the back of my mind, I thought there was a football player named Larry. Bumpass had his arm around Larry and Larry didn't seem to mind that. It seemed odd to me that Bumpass would know a guy like Larry. He didn't move in jock circles.
I then realized that Bumpass liked giving men blow jobs. As a football player Larry could get pretty much anyone he wanted, but Bumpass would be a safe choice. He wouldn't have had to worry about running into him accidentally. Bumpass' hand strayed towards Larry's basket. Again, Larry didn't mind.
"How did you guys meet?" I asked.
"I can't remember exactly where, but we share some common interests," Larry said. "Bumpass told me you like the same things too, and we could use the room sometime. He didn't think you would mind."
"We've messed around some," Bumpass whispered. "I told him that you and I get bare assed naked and go at it big time once and a while. Larry said he would like to try it."
I smiled. "I can go somewhere if you want to be alone."
"It would be okay for me if you stayed," Larry said in a low whisper. "Bumpass told me you guys trade loads sometimes. "I've never done that, but I think I'd like that. This is a more private place."
I didn't need any more invitation than that. I removed my shirt. By the time I was taking off my undershirt, Larry was naked. A few seconds later, we were all naked and I was sucking Larry's cock as he kissed Bumpass. Larry's cock wasn't huge, but it was pretty. It also oozed a lot and twitched when licked it.
Larry's body was beautiful, he worked out and each muscle was well defined. He was all peaches and cream. You don't expect a muscleman to be pink. He surprised me in another way. He liked to kiss and as far as I could tell, he liked to kiss Bumpass. Since I was at cock level, I knew that Bumpass liked it too. A cock isn't just sex tool; it is a finely tuned instrument, a barometer measuring highs and lows. Larry and Bumpass had many highs and few lows. I discovered I liked sharing their experiences. Bumpass was the first to shoot off. Larry then turned his attention to me.
He kissed me not knowing I still had some of Bumpass's cum in my mouth. Larry was shocked, and then he went wild. He tongue kissed me to get as much of Bumpass' sperm as he could. He then slipped down and began to suck me. The first few licks were tentative, but then he got into it. I didn't know it at the time, but Larry had never sucked anyone off before, not even Bumpass.
The entire situation had me going and he sucked me off. He then went to Bumpass and did the same to him. Bumpass had already climaxed, so it took some work to get him going again, but Larry was willing to do the work. When I recovered enough from my orgasm, I looked around and saw a positively blissful look on Bumpass' face. I took care of Larry's cock.
After fifteen minutes or so, Bumpass began to shiver and twitch. He jerked at the first ejaculation. As he did, Larry shot his load into my mouth. It was lovely. It was late and Larry went back to his room with his paper and a smile on his face.
"How was it?" Bumpass asked me after Larry left. "Did you like his quarter-back high test?"
"It was good," I said. "Not quite as creamy as yours, but it was good."
"I love it," Bumpass said. "I don't know if it's because he is such a hunk, or if it just tastes good. He sure likes dwarf sperm."
"Mine is less filling and lower in calories," I remarked.
Bumpass looked at me and we both laughed.