John

Man, when I walked out of that electrical supply, I was one confused mess. What was that word my grandmother used to use? Oh, yeah - discombobulated. For sure, I was discombobulated. Those blue eyes, that sweet smile and tight muscular little body had really stirred me up. Dammit, I've never in my life gotten a hardon over someone under five ten, and here this midget had my motor really revving. It was so embarrassing to stand up and realize my hard cock was nearly level with his mouth. Then when I saw that he was excited as me... damn, it was just too much to deal with, I had to get out of there.

Fuck! He was one hot little dude.

"Well," I told myself, "there're lots of full-sized hot men in this city. I need to forget little Frank and get on with it." I wondered what his last name was and mentally kicked myself for not finding out. But then... WHY? It's not like I'm going to pursue the little man.

I walked down the street to May Ling's Coffee Shop and ordered a cup of coffee. You'd think that in a refined city like San Francisco it would be difficult to find a bad cup of coffee. Not so, just go to May Ling's. Her coffee is awful, but she does serve an excellent burger. I ended up refusing the coffee and having a Coke with a mushroom burger.

I tried to get him out of my thoughts, but it seemed the more I tried, the more I was fantasizing about what I'd like to do with him. I gave up, gulped down my burger and Coke and went back to the electrical supply, hoping he'd still be there. Stupid. He'd only been there for the one little threaded tube and would probably never go back. And I didn't even know his last name.

So I got into my Dodge pickup and headed over to the job I was working on. There was a lot I could do without a helper, like hang the new breaker box and mark where additional new outlets needed to be installed to bring the old house up to code. Doing these things would put the crew that far ahead Monday morning. I never required my employees to work on the weekend unless there was a rush to get a job done and the customer was willing to pay extra. I was working on Saturday because I had nothing else to do. Besides, since I live alone, I needed something to occupy my day, and work did just that.

As a friendly reputable electrical contractor in the 'City by the Bay', I manage to stay busy most of the year. The weather in San Francisco is nearly always mild. Even when it gets too hot or too cold for comfort outdoors, it doesn't much affect my work because it's mostly indoors and only starts after the outer walls had been erected. That's on a new house. I also do a lot of rewiring in San Fran's abundance of older homes, like this one.

After I'd gotten out of the Corps, I went to a tech school and learned to be an electrician. I went to work for an older man and over several years, worked my way up to being job supervisor. When the man decided to retire, he sold me his business for a reasonable sum, and I'd continued working in the same capacity, but for myself.

Most of the time, I have a full crew of four men, plus, Bond, my right hand man. Bond's almost as tall as me, but he's nowhere near as big. Bond's excellent at knowing exactly what I needed, and usually had the desired tool, wire, etc. ready for me.

We'd had a brief affair when we first met, but realized that we wouldn't work out as a couple. We'd continued as fuck buddies until I bought the business, then Bond refused any further intimacy with me since I was now his boss. We were fond of each other, but we made better friends than lovers.

I kept thinking of Frank as I cut a large hole in the wall for the new breaker box. I turned to pick up the big metal box and realized I had a boner and was leaking like a drippy water hose. I rubbed my fingers over the wet denim making my cock jump. I leaned back against the wall and slid down to sit with my legs spread as I undid my jeans and pulled my aching rod out. I closed my eyes and relived Frank leaning against my thigh to reach into the drawer to find his nipple. My cock lurched and spurted out another gob of precum. I started lightly jacking as I thought about the feel of the calluses on his fingers and palm, and what they would feel like gliding over my chest and nipples. Visualizing his arm and hand cover in fine straight black hair, I wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Then I thought about touching my lips to his as I brought up an image of his smile. I covered my chest and belly with cum.

With my eyes still closed as my breathing returned to normal, I realized what I just done. I'd just gotten my rocks off fantasizing over a diminutive little runt. What the hell! Was I losing my marbles or what? I grabbed a rag and disgustedly wiped off, tucked my shirt in, buttoned my pants and went back to work.

I thought he'd wear off eventually...Frank. It didn't seem to be happening that way. Ever since I'd gotten out of the Corp and ended up here I've had some buddies I'd get together with and fuck around; nothing ever serious with any of us, just good friends who enjoy having sex with each other. But after the run-in with Frank I stopped. My buddies, especially Bond, all started in kidding me about having fallen in love, and they all wanted to know who he was. I told them that it was a bunch of bullshit and there ain't no way in hell I'd fallen in love. Then I added under my breath, "Especially with a midget."

It's been nearly nine months since that stupid day, and I still think about that damned diminutive dwarf at least ten, if not a hundred times a day. Damn it. Why should five minutes have such an effect on my life?

Yeah, I know he's not a dwarf. Mini Me was a dwarf, Frank's a midget... a small, but perfect man. He may be small... and I'm not into small men, still he's really messed up my sex life. I just can't find the interest in getting it on with anyone.

I've tried finding him without being too conspicuous. But no one I know knows anything about him, and all I know about him is that his name is Frank, and that he's driven me insane. The only way I get off any more is jacking it while dreaming about him. Man, am I fucked.

Frank

Once I started looking for the right building for a new shop, it took me several months to find it. I'd sat down and made a list of requirements. First, there had to be a good size showroom with big windows, another room big enough to use as a workroom and to store finished items that were ready for customer pickup, and this time I wanted third large room for storing all the stuff I seem to accumulate in my work. I wanted to set up my storage where I could find any given item without having to dig through bunches of boxes. The new shop needed to be in a good busy area, too. There're lots of those areas in SF, but I wanted to also be close to the Castro since a majority of my customers are gay.

I didn't mention my meeting John to any of my friends. Keeping busy during the day, working my shop and looking for a new location, I didn't have much time for socializing. I've never been fond of the bar scene, so it was only an occasional dinner out. Most evenings I was simply too tired to go out anyway, so I stayed home with my cat and rested up for another day. My right hand and I were pretty close buddies.

John stayed in my fantasies. I'd let my imagination run wild with him center stage. I did things with John in my dreams I'd never allow myself to do in real life. I'd never allowed myself to trust a big man enough to be submissive to him. In my dreams, I even let John cuddle me like a child. I dreamed of him carrying me in his arms to his bed, where I'd let him enter me - fuck me into fantastic orgasms.

But after coming, I'd invariably feel shamed and belittled for submitting to him. When I thought about it I found it strange that I never fantasized about fucking him. I guess the idea of me being so small and him so large that it was just ludicrous.

As the months went by he began to fade in my memory and my fantasies began return to normal with me being the aggressor - the fucker.

I finally found the perfect location off Guerrero near 14th. The moment I saw the two big floor-to-ceiling windows, I prayed this would be the place. It was exactly what I wanted and more, with three big rooms behind the showroom.

The Harley-Davidson motorcycle shop next to my present shop where I'd bought my Harley three years ago had made overtures on several occasions to buy my little building. So, I sold the building to them with the contingency that I'd move out as soon as I found another place. It was actually one of their regular biker customers that told me about this new place.

With all the extra rooms, I thought about Martha Raymond, who rented a little ten by ten storefront where she reworked old crystal chandeliers. I do the rewiring on her frames, but there was no way I wanted to have anything to do with all those dangly crystals.

She'd be a perfect partner to share my new shop, and since she'd one time expressed the desire to be better located, I called her and made her an offer she'd have been foolish to refuse... he wasn't a foolish woman. So... with having a partner in the store, the payments would be supplemented and I wouldn't have to be there all the time, nor would she. It was a perfect set up.

Having gotten the finances out of the way, I started on the physical work that needed to be done before moving in. The building would have to be rewired to meet my requirements which were way more than the city's. One of the guys that own the H-D shop recommended an electrical contracting company by the name of Statler's Electric. The company had been doing business since 1952. So, I called and asked for an estimate on the work I wanted done.

John

As the months passed and the images of Frank dimmed and I began to feel that I just might get back into the swing of my life before that meeting. But still when I went out, I found nobody of interest. Rafe, my best buddy, was acting worried about me. After I finally lost my temper and told him to quit his damned mothering, he backed off. I was becoming a hermit, going to work, then home to bury myself in a book or the mindless tube.

I worked for old man Statler for about five years, eventually becoming his foreman. When he decided to retire, I bought the business. It had been mine for nearly three years when a F.R. Bailey called me for an estimate on rewiring an old storefront, I set up an appointment with the man for the coming Friday afternoon. I took off early from the job I was working on, and went home and cleaned up. I showed up like ten minutes early for the appointment.

The store front was empty, however the door was unlocked when I tried it, so I just walked in and called out, but got no answer. Since Mr. Bailey had explained over the phone what he wanted, I started checking out the place. I was looking at the ceiling above the windows when I heard someone enter the room behind me and say, "Oh, my God..... John Reed."

"Frank," I whispered. I turned around and fell into the vortex of his 'oh so blue' eyes.

We must've stared at each other for an eternity, before he said, "Please, tell me you won't run away this time."

I shook my head. "Dumbest thing I ever did."

I just stood there grinning like an idiot. God, he was so good to look at. He hadn't moved out of the doorway as he stood there grinning back at me. I later wondered if I'd expected him to come to me, but at that moment I could only stare at him. Finally, he asked me if I was just going to stand there. I felt my face heat up. I quickly covered the distance across the room, he met me half way and I held out my hand.

He put his hand in mine and said, "Damn, it's good to see you again."

I felt foolish hovering over him and found myself kneeling on one knee. Confusion and rebellion wanted to rear up and get me back on my feet, but looking into his eyes I could see that I was doing the right thing.

Frank

One thing I've noticed about normal sized people's reaction to me is they don't know how to react. Some ignore the height difference and try to act like I'm not little. Some try to relate to me like they would a child. I've had a couple of people look around for a place to sit, so they didn't tower over me. Others just stoop and hover.

But John was different. The man is big... tall... taller than most other men. Yet, he'd knelt on one knee the first time, bringing himself down to my level. For that alone I could have fallen in love with him. I could tell that he was feeling like he'd rather stand and let me, somehow, come up to his height. But he fought the urge and stayed at my level.

Needless to say, we forgot about doing the electrical estimate. We innately knew that we needed to talk. Haltingly, we started. John first, telling me how, even after months, he still thought about me. I laughed at how he kept repeating that he just wasn't into 'little dudes.' I told him about my fantasy about big guys, and how I wouldn't let myself give in to it because of most big guy's attitude towards little guys. It was amusing how he apologized for all the guys bigger than me.

We ended up sitting on the bare concrete floor, his back against the wall while we talked. I was amazed at how agile he was. He'd literally folded his legs into a full lotus as he sat facing me. I could only do a half lotus and wasn't really that comfortable, so I ended up with my legs pulled up where I could rest my arms on my knees with my chin on my folded arms.

John, at some point, straightened his legs, reached over and pulled me around to sit between his legs with his big muscular arms around me. I didn't resist. Anybody else manhandle me like that, I'd of laid them out. Occasionally, as we talked, he'd rest his chin on the top of my head, other times he'd be snuffling my hair or my neck, telling me how he loved my scent. We told each other about our lives, our dreams, our aspirations. Eventually, darkness enveloped us and my stomach growled.

"We should feed that rabid beast," John chuckled.

I lifted each of his arms that he'd wrapped around me and placed one on each of his knees, and then crawled out of the nest he'd made of his body. I stretched as I stood up, and then not thinking of the ridiculousness of the act, I offer him a hand. He took it and stood up with little effort, while not pulling me over. I was taken with the act when I realized there was no way on earth that I could've pulled him to his feet.

"How much do you weigh, John?" I asked as he, too, stretched.

"Oh, somewhere around two ninety."

I laughed, "And I just offered to pull you to your feet."

If it hadn't been dark, I suspect I'd have seen him blush. He chuckled and said, "Hey, I appreciated the offer. So, how much do you weigh, F.R.?"

"One twenty."

"Yeah, when you're wet," he scoffed.

"Alright, one fifteen... dry."

John just chuckled.

"Let's walk up the street to the Bay Café," I suggested. "I've heard good things about it."

"Let's go," he said.

I'd never bothered to turn on a light. After I'd locked the door, we strolled up the street. I wondered if he was as conscious of our size difference as I was. I'm sure we looked like a father and his little boy. I glanced up at him, but he didn't look uncomfortable, so I put it out of my mind.

Even though it was early, we still had to wait about fifteen minutes to be seated. There was a bench under the window on the side walk. When a young straight couple's table was called, John motioned for me to sit where they had been. I smiled, shook my head and said, "You."

John shrugged and sat down on the end of the bench. I moved to stand beside him and he casually wrapped an arm around my waist, hooking a finger in my belt loop.

"So. what have you heard about this place?" he asked.

"Just that the chef's excellent... and that his lover bought the building and opened this restaurant for him."

"Hmm."

I leaned against him and we talked about inconsequentials until our table was ready. We both ended up having fish, which we learned was the specialty of the house. I've never had Salmon as delicious. The flavors of basil, garlic and capers with lemon juice and virgin olive oil was a perfect foil for the strong flavored fish. John's mild Pilapia was just as good, with just a hint of dill weed and lemon.

With our appetites satisfied, we strolled contentedly back to my new store. It wasn't until we were standing next to John's pickup that we found ourselves at a loss of how to continue. I wanted to invite him back to my house in Noe, but feared that he would say no since he'd made such a point of not being into small guys like me. I was wondering if I would accept an invite to go home with him, when he cleared his throat.

"F.R., what say I meet you here in the morning? We'll go for breakfast, and then we'll tackle the electrical problems with this building you've bought."

Damn, I couldn't believe the relief I felt at that moment. I'd been dreaming of cuddling up to this big teddy bear for months, and fantasizing about all the things I'd like to do with him and have him do to me, yet I was scared of it actually happening. It had only been a dream... a fantasy. I hadn't figured it out... the realities. Still, I was so comfortable talking with him. The nearly three hours we'd spent with me wrapped in his arms sitting on the floor between his legs were some of the most content moments I'd ever had. Why was I afraid to go further? As I mulled it over, I decided that it was probably the difference in our size. He was just so damned big and I felt so small. Hell, who's kidding who here? I am small.