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.