The Happy Dwarf
Bald Harry Man
His is a fantasy not a sex manual. If you do not like gay stories or are under age, Don't read it!!
My name is Peter Neilsen but everyone calls me Half Pint. From what I have been told, my mom was a bit laid back. She wasn't at all sure who my father was, and she was even less sure if what she smoked or ate would account for my height. I am four feet four inches tall. I was apparently raised in a commune of hippies. Their crash pad burned to the ground when I was a year old. I was found in a basket twenty-five feet from the fire. No one died in the fire since no incinerated bodies were found. It was assumed my mother was alive somewhere.
My luck took a dramatic turn for the better that night. I was saved by volunteer fireman, Rusty Nail. His real name was Russell Naylor and his wife was Mary. She had just suffered a miscarriage. They lived near the fire and Mary watched her husband emerge from the smoke and flames with me.
I later found out while she was "fragile" after the miscarriage, she became a supermom the minute she saw me. She was at the hospital with me that night, and she took me home to a completely furnished baby's room the next day. East Nyack is a small town and Rusty and Marry were granted permanent custody. They say it took me a month or two to realize what a normal mother did. Today, I don't have any memories of my actual mother.
Of course, I don't remember any of this. I was told this by friends of my parents and their relatives. Dad was a carpenter, but everyone called him Chief, because he became the Chief of the volunteer fire department. Mom stayed home with me. They had lots of friends and there was a full complement of grandparents, uncles, and aunts.
I grew, but my legs and arms didn't grow as much as the rest of me. I did well in school and did better as I got older. I sang in the school chorus. My voice changed between sixth and seventh grade. I was a deep bass in Junior High School. I assumed that was just the way things were, but our choir director loved my voice, since our choir began winning choral competitions with my deep bass. Officially I was Rusty Naylor, but most people still called me Rusty Nail,
I got along with just about everyone, but I never dated. No one mentioned that I didn't look like regular guy. I am not sure I ever had a boyish charm. I went from being a kid to adult in junior high school. I needed to shave by 7th grade and had a hairy chest a year later. I was muscular and stocky. Dad was muscular, stocky and six feet-three. It's not the same when you are four-feet-four. Luckily for me, my cock grew to be seven hard inches. Girls didn't notice, but boys did.
I went to a top-rated college. I loved it. I liked being on my own and being independent. In my first college English class, we were to write a brief biography. I wrote a comic version of my life, called "Looking Up." The professor loved it, and it was published in the campus newspaper.
More importantly, I discovered that I attracted attention in dormitory showers. Part of that was due to having a cock that hung to my knees. I noticed that some of it was a more than casual interest. By then I had come to suspect my lack of interest in girls was not just due to my size. I also realized some men were interested in one part of my anatomy.
I joined our college's choral group. It provided someone to sing the national anthem at a football game. I was selected to sing in the first game. I sang while I was elevated on the back of a tackle's head. I sang the song straight without any embellishment. No one guessed I was a deep Bass, and it was a success. I am small, but heavy. Roger, the tackle, could deal with the weight effortlessly. I became the official national anthem singer for football games.
When the team had away games, I shared a room with Roger. We showered together. He and I got hard. My head was at sucking height, and nature took its course. While I matured early in junior high, Roger had been short and was picked on until he was sophomore in high school. That was when he had an incredible growth spurt. He was now a sophomore in college and was still growing. He had been in a rough school and knew a lot more about sex than I did.
He wanted me to fuck him. I had no idea what that involved. So, he coated my cock with ointment, and sat on my cock. I was a quick learner.
Later he fucked me. His cock was big, but it fit. I tried to play with the invader in my ass. My sphincter massaged his cock. His knob treated my prostate as a punching bag. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through my body. We both loved it. It was good for both of us. We became good friends.
Roger was sexually experienced, but most of his partners had to take a cock when they lost a bet. I loved it. We didn't become lovers. We were friends with benefits, playmates. He was on a football scholarship and was poorly educated. I helped him with that. He was a lot smarter than he thought he was.
My dorm showers became more active. Since I often worked late, I usually went in to shower late at night. Late one night I ran into two guys there. One of the guys, Adam got hard looking at me, the other was a stranger. I was surprised when Adam told me the other guy was a lookout.
I stood on a bench so Adam could suck me, When I got close to shooting off, Adam he traded places with the lookout, Bob. Bob was an excellent sucker and he got me off and swallowed my load. They were scholarship students who worked at the library re-shelving books after hours.
In November my original roommate dropped out of school. He wanted to be a playboy. He partied all night and woke me up at seven when he got back to the dorm. Bob moved in since he had been in a three-man room. That was convenient for me.
In the month before I went home for the Christmas break. I discovered a lot more about gay sex and gay men. I had immediately liked my initial forays into gay sex. I didn't suspect it could get better.
The second semester was more difficult and demanding. I enjoyed getting deeper into the subjects, so I was fine. Bob, my new roommate was from a small town like me and wanted to achieve. We discovered that sex before sleep was a good way to relax. I loved cock sucking, but my interest spread to include the entire man.
At first, I was sucking a cock, but I was sucking Roger's cock. I knew what he liked and the taste of his sperm. Roger knew the best way to pop through my sphincter, and how to massage my prostate. He and I tended to drool precum a lot. It was a taste treat for both of us and a good lubricant.
We eventually became a foursome, with Bob fucking me, and Adam sucking Roger. Roger and I were in the sixty-nine position, and we shot off together, Bob and Adam shot off seconds later. It was a sexual, sperm powered, theater in the round. It was magic. As I swallowed Roger's last ejaculation, as Bob was still unloading in my ass. We weren't in love, but we were sharing a wonderful experience as well as our sperm.
I went home for Christmas with my parents. All was well there, but I noticed everyone was getting older. When you live together you don't notice little changes. When you are away and come home, you see the changes. Dad ran a construction company. He was still a fireman, and a portion of his crew worked for him.
We had a big family party on Christmas eve, and I saw almost everyone I knew. It was a wonderful vacation. I had one secret I kept from them. I would need to declare a major. I had a brilliant Physics professor. Physics fascinated me and I did well in the class. To be honest, I was top in the class. The professor came to me and said I had a gift for it, and I should consider majoring in it.
That was nice, but he also said there were several undergraduate fellowships available. They paid full tuition plus a stipend. It was mine if I wanted it. I knew that fellowships were rare for undergraduates. I said yes. I didn't realize that this was a really big deal.
After Christmas I told my parents. They were happy for me. I later found out that they and my Grandparents were contributing to the cost of the school. I went back to school a happy man.
The next semester was demanding since I had two science classes. I was swamped with work, but I discovered that gay sex can be as long or short as is convenient. I don't know it this is a scientific fact, but cocks seem to be ready for action quickly and can shoot off at any moment.
Sexual connections between pals are exciting, pleasurable, and quick. I noticed that love affairs can be drama filled and time consuming. I found friends and playmates. Relationships were friendly and sex was enjoyable.
Everyone at college knew me because of my singing the national anthem. While being a Physics major is demanding, I did well. One of my professors said I had a different view of the world.
I was still singing the national anthem at football games. I had a two-bedroom apartment off campus and Roger was a roommate. Two of his pal's Donavan and Bob were in the other room. Donovan was a football player with academic problems. We were all gay, but we tended to use sex as a before bed sedative. We all got along well.
Sex got better when we got to know each other better. That included accepting yourself as a good person who was gay, and realizing being gay was a part of you, but only a part. You could be a football player, a musician, and a student too. We also discovered that sex with friends was much better than with pickups.
My first year as a Physics major was a success and I was hired as a lab assistant for senior faculty over the summer. The football coach noticed the academic improvements in Roger and Donovan. For the summer I had two football teammates as roommates. Tyrone was from an urban slum. Cracker Malone was from a trailer park somewhere in Maryland. They were smart enough, but they went to poor schools. Poor Cracker had been sent to a "Christian" School.
I could not have been stranger to them if I had been from Mars. They were also closeted gay men. It would be an understatement to say that I do not have an imposing physical presence. I looked odd, but there is a big difference between looking odd and being a well-hung odd guy.
I felt good about myself, but the world of high-level scientific studies is small. Football players are popular and admired. Four-foot-two physics majors are not. That was good for me and for the football players.
I was lucky that science excited me. For me it was like a treasure hunt. There were things for me to discover and investigate. It was exciting. The football players had the excitement of the game and of winning games. The also knew that excitement would come to an end. There are no football leagues for middle aged men. I helped them enter the academic world apart from the football team.
Tyrone had a huge cock and liked to show it off. He also discovered that a mind-blowing orgasm in a pal's ass banished the heartache of defeat. Cracker had been blown a few times, but he discovered visiting my ass was maybe ten or twenty times more intense than a blow job. His school taught him readn' riten' and rythmatic.' He was smart.
Cracker thought he was too ugly and stupid to be sexually attractive. He was well hung, but my cock was a perfect fit for his ass.
I was well dressed. Since nothing fit me, mom and her pals made or altered my clothes to fit. Mom was a good seamstress, but one of her best friends, Mrs. Walburg, had been a clothes designer before the birth of her triplets. I thought she was just a nice lady. One of the guys in my class's father was a clothes manufacturer. He was impressed by my clothes and contacted her.
I ended up meeting his designer, Ralph Delmonico. He was designing a line of clothes for "nonstandard" men.
Ralph was a flaming faggot. He was not a designer in the usual sense. He took Mrs. Walburg's designs and developed the process for manufacturing the clothes. He also developed a scheme to computerize a person's measurements to adjust the clothes for individual. This allowed a computer operated machine to adjust the clothes to fit. Because adjustments were made in the computer, the adjustments were made at no cost.
Ralph knew his stuff forwards and backwards, and that was impressive. I had the impression that he knew my body better than I did. He also knew how to adjust for an oddly placed joint or bone.
After he was done, we sat down and had a beer. He told me that he rarely worked with young men. "I don't pretend to be straight. I like men. The myth that gay men are after boys is odd. Most of the abuse problem are with "straight" men. A flaming queen is way too obvious."
"As an aging queen my ability to find new loves is much reduced," he said. "I have reached the point that if a guy makes a pass at me, I wonder what he wants from me."
"I have some friends," I said. "It seems that a dwarf-physics major is not a sexual turn on."
"If I said something inappropriate, would you ignore if it offended you?" Ralph asked in a whisper.
"I got over being worried about offensive comments in grade school," I replied.
"Is your cock as big as it seems?" he asked. Rather than reply I unzipped and showed him.
"It's better than I guessed," he exclaimed. "You've got bull balls too. I would love to suck you."
"I like give and take," I replied. "Do you take loads?"
"I will take yours," he said, "I like to shoot off and then churn it in a tight ass. Is that too intimate for you?"
We went to his apartment a few blocks away. He was well endowed, accommodating, and enthusiastic. He lost his lisp when he was erect and responded enthusiastically to every movement of my ass. When I pulled out of Ralph's ass after climaxing, I was surprised when an older, muscular man joined us.
He was Ralph's partner, Daddy. He was muscular, tanned, and coated in white hair. He didn't speak at all since his tongue was deep in Ralph's ass feasting on my sperm deposit. I am nothing if not a good sport and sucked Ralph's erect cock. Ralph was eating out my ass.
Looking back, it was a complex sexual connection, but Daddy and Ralph were at ease. It was surprising, unexpected, and pleasurable. Daddy was energetic and enthusiastic. I also discovered that I was sexually generous. Daddy and Ralph like to share a bottom, especially using one man's cum to lubricate the ass of the man they were fucking. My ass liked to be double teamed. Daddy loved using Ralph's cum as a lubricant. I never knew if it was Ralph's cum, or my ass that excited Daddy so much.
At first, I was worried that I was just a prop for their sexual explorations. I had never been with sexually experienced men before. I was the object of their sexually expertise. I both received and gave. They both gave and received, as did I.
Of course I was a dwarf. They were careful, just in case I was fragile. Daddy told me later he was worried I might have mental reservations. He said he was relieved that I was a normal, sexually needy young man. He also discovered that my short legs allowed deeper penetration of my ass. As my cock went deep into his ass he shivered in pleasure. Five minutes later my orgasm was forceful, and he enjoyed every ejaculation.
Ralph said that once we got into it, I was totally open and receptive. He said some men are willing to take your cock, but only because they will get to breed you later. This wasn't a tit for tat situation. Of course, I eventually fucked them both, and they were enthusiastic and appreciative. When it got late, I sixty-nined with Ralph as Daddy feasted on the sperm drooling from my ass.
I went back to the university the next day, but Daddy, Ralph and I were friends. While I wasn't a virgin, I knew that Daddy and Ralph were experienced, and I liked everything they did. I also realized that I was comfortable having sex with men.
I was planning to take the summer off. I had graduated Summa Cum Laude and was starting graduate school in the fall. My graduation was a big event for my parents and family. I wanted some time off so I was going to stay home for the summer.
Disaster struck. My Dad was killed in an accident at a fire. He was relocating some equipment to better fight the fire when a passing motorist trying to get a better view of the fire drove into him. He died instantly.
My mother had been watching the television coverage and saw the accident. When I got home from college, she had a breakdown. She thought she had just had a miscarriage, and she was non responsive. When she saw me, she thought I was the baby she had lost. She was puzzled I was such a big baby, but she was overjoyed.
My grandfather was in his early 80s, but he was a rock. My mother's friends were all there, but there was nothing they could do. While my mother had seen the accident that had vanished from her mind, and she wanted to get dinner ready. Our Family doctor arrived and he and her best friend, Mrs. Wallberg, took her to the hospital. They were best friends and mom always said that after Mrs. Wallburg had triplets, nothing bothered her, Grandpa and I rushed over to the hospital, Mom had a heart attack, she thought something had happened to Dad, but at least the baby was okay. I held her hand when she died.
I soon discovered that if you are a fire chief killed in the line of duty there is a huge funeral. A fire engine from every nearby department came with a delegation along with groups from the larger cities. We asked that donations be made to local volunteer fire department.
Dad's rescue of me in a basket and my adoption added to the story. The entire focus was on my mother and Father. That was right. It was also hard to photograph me, since fire men tend to be in good shape and tall. I was in the shadows. That was good for me.
I spent the summer with my grandfather and with regular visits with uncles, aunts and cousins. It was nice to reconnect with them. My oldest cousin Frank was married and had three kids. I found out he was interested in my parents' house. He had been in the Navy, so he was not awash in cash. I gave him the house. I had years of graduate school ahead; I didn't want or need a house.
It was good to get back he university and get involved in classes again. My old friends had graduated, and I started with a clean slate. I was surprised when Ralph came to see me. He had a new Daddy. The original Daddy had died but had a recruited a new, somewhat younger Daddy to replace him. I wondered if that would insult Ralph. Daddy knew Ralph well. The new Daddy was Adam Adonis, a 70-year-old former Mr. All America and male model. He was in demand as a model for rustic, outdoor clothiers. He was in good shape, but he was most impressive wearing long johns and swim suits. Adam was a redneck who acted like a suave, sophisticated sex crazed man.
In the world of wrestling entertainment word, novelty acts were popular, Mr. All America vs a midget was a crowd pleaser Adam told me that he had wrestled midgets before. Once he had wrestled four at the same time.
"Ralph told me that you are a good sport. I was hoping you are a good sport?" he asked.
"You sure have a sophisticated pick-up line," I said.
"Adam is noted for his sophistication," Ralph said, "He's a good top. He's not as crude as he seems."
Adam told me he associated with wrestling fans. "Most of the time talking my cock up their behind is a dream come true," he said. We talked for a while. It took a while to stop being, Mr. All America and be a normal guy.
Somehow we were all naked a half hour later. My cock was bigger than his, and he fucked Ralph as I fucked Adam. When my cock discovered a few unknown places in his ass, Adam turned into a normal man. after ten minutes we traded positions and Adam ejaculated into my ass as Ralph filled Adam's hole.
I shocked to discover Adam stopped being an ass when his cock popped past my sphincter and encountered my prostate. He turned into a horny senior citizen who discovered true love. I had a feeling that he was uneasy bring gay and having normal feelings, when I squeezed my sphincter, it was too much to ignore. For his fans his sperm was a souvenir.