John

I've never been so contented, and at the same time so frustrated. I'd found my little fantasy again. Well, F.R. is little, but my fantasies about him damned sure weren't. I jacked off three times that night before I could get to sleep.

We'd spent nearly six hours talking. In those hours, we'd never broached the subject of sex. I suspected that I knew more about F.R. than his own mother. For sure, he knew things about me that very few others knew. So why were we both being so shy about sex? I'd never been shy about it with any other man, why with F.R.? I guess it must have been the difference in our size. He's just so damned tiny. Hell, I feel big next to guys like my buddies Rafe and Tommy.

I was waiting in front of his new shop when I saw this dude on a mean black and chrome Fat Boy, like my buddy Rich's, come tooling down the street toward me. As he got closer, I realized the Harley wasn't a big bike - it was F.R. sized. And it was him riding it. I got instantly hard. Man, I have it bad for the little guy, and as I've said........

He rolled to a stop in front of my pickup, pulled off his helmet and leather jacket, and grinned at me, motioning at the store door. I got out and followed him inside. He dropped his things inside the back room and said, "Since you're too big to ride on my bike, can we go to breakfast in your pickup?"

I started to say, "Do bears...."

He cut me short with a big grin. "Yeah we both know they do. Come on, I'm buying." He pushed his Harley inside the store and locked the door

"Where to?" I asked once we were in the truck and moving.

"Head up Market to the Castro. Let's go to Orphan Andy's."

I'd seen the place. It's been around forever, but I'd never been in it. There was a window alcove on each side of the door with a table in each. The one next to the juke box was waiting for us. FR sat in the window facing in, so I sat down facing him. He handed me a menu and suggested eggs and pancakes with whatever kind of meat I wanted.

While I was looking over the selection, a tall redheaded, sinewy fellow with a big nose ring, dressed in a black t-shirt and a kilt with laced up boots that went almost up to his knees served us coffee. I looked him up and down while he looked down his long nose, offended. I had a difficult time not snickering at the way he was dressed. I almost asked him if he went Scottish under that pleated skirt, but feared he'd raise it and show me. I glanced at FR who looked totally amused before I turned my attention back to the menu.

"Good thing you didn't asked," he said, "Because he'd have suggested you look for yourself. And if you didn't, he'd have been even more offended."

I shrugged and shook my head.

I ended up taking FR's suggestion and having chicken apple sausage like he did. It was some of the best I've eaten. The pancakes were the same size as the plate they were served on, so the eggs and sausage were served on a separate plate. This was enough food for a big man like me. Farr ordered the same thing and ate all but half of one of the pancakes. The little pig.

When we went back to FR's new shop, he walked me through the building telling me how he was going to use each room, pointing out just where his work benches would be placed, and then left me to myself to figure out what was needed. When I ran into him a bit later, he was up on a ten foot ladder in his work room, installing hooks into the ceiling for storing his ceiling fixtures and chandeliers.

He apparently didn't hear me as I walked over to stand at the base of the ladder and stood gazing up at his delectable little bubble butt. He noticeably jumped when I said, "You know I'm going to have to get my lips on those soon."

He turned a dark red as he glanced down to see me ogling his butt. He didn't reply as he turned around on the ladder, sat back against the top of it and searched my face. I hadn't expected him to get serious on me. I was feeling like maybe I should apologize and make an exit, when he said. "John, you are the only big man I've ever met that I might willingly give my ass to."

We stared at each other as I grew hard. I couldn't help but be fascinated by the snake growing down his left pant leg. I placed a hand on his calf giving it a slight squeeze.

"Come down here, Farr," I said. His initials had mutated into that name - and he was Farr from that moment on. He started down the ladder still facing me. I raised my other hand to guide him. When his waist was level with my face, I kissed the stretched denim covering his throbbing rod. It pleased me to no end to see that I turned him on as much as he turns me on. I grabbed his butt cheeks and he moaned as he let go of the ladder to wrap his arms around my head. I stepped back, pulling him away. He wrapped his legs around my chest and I let him slide down until we were face to face. Our first kiss was hard and hungry; tongues ravenously slipping and sliding around each other as we learned each other's mouth. I slowly let him slip down my body until we were cock to cock. I had to bend down a bit to cover his upturned face with kisses while he squirmed and used his legs to rub himself against me.

Gently pushing him away from me as I sat him down on an old sturdy wooden table that the previous occupants had abandoned, I hurriedly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, eager to get to his hard throbbing rod. He moaned when I wrapped my hand around it. I glanced at him expecting to see his eyes closed in pleasure from being touched, but he was watching me intently. I thought I could see a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Relax Farr, I just want to get you into my mouth. I want to taste you," I murmured.

I watched the fear fade as the tenseness left his body. He sat back, braced with his hands gripping the table edge and watched me fumble to get my own cock out of my pants. As soon as it was free, I sank my mouth down on him, and swallowed him down to his short hairs. I've sucked a lot of cocks, but never one as delicious as his.

Without any warning, he gasped and spent himself down my throat. I never imagined that a man as small as Farr could shoot such a huge load, I tried to swallow all that he was giving me, but still some escaped to run down his shaft. I gathered all his escaped cream and cleaned him with my tongue before I pulled off his softening rod and smiled at him.

He lay there gasping for breath for a couple of minutes before he sat up and took my head in his hands and pulled me down onto himself as he lay back. I grabbed the table edges to keep my weight from crushing him, and thanked whoever had made the table for making it strong enough to hold us. Farr commenced to cover my face with light feathery kisses until his lips landed on mine.

I finally pulled away and stared into his big blues as it dawned on me that I'd just ejaculated without touching myself. I may not be into small men, but.... I hadn't done a thing like that since... hell, since I was fourteen years old.

"I never thought that would happen," he whispered.

I straighten my arms, rising above him, all the while conscious that the move brought our cocks together. I could feel him growing again. "Farr, we need to talk."

He stared at me. His eyes darkened before he closed them and muttered, "All we've done is talk."

"Yeah, we have done a lot of talking. You probably know more about me than any other man in this city." I straightened up, but didn't move away from him while I put my cock back into my pants and buttoned up. "We've talked about everything except the elephant."

He slipped his half hard cock back into his jeans and did them up before sitting up. He looked up at me as I looked down into his eyes. They looked more liquid than ever, dark deep pools, then I realized they were floating in tears. Laying into my chest, burrowing his face into my shirt, he said, "I know... you're not into small men."

I automatically wrapped my arms around him, God, this was weird. I was really enjoying holding the little guy. "No," I said, "I'm not into small men. But I am really into to you. If you'll let me... I'd like to explore this attraction."

I was beginning to think he wasn't going to respond, and I started searching for away to cut off my emotions, but then he heaved a great sigh and said, "Yes."

"Yes?"

Farr pushed back and looked up at me. "If it doesn't work out... well...." He shrugged, pushed me back and slid off the table, saying, "Right now we've got our jobs to do. I like you holding me, but I'm not paying you for it. So let's get with it."

I felt like I'd just been slapped, and must have looked it. Farr glanced at me, then put a hand on my chest. "I didn't mean to sound cold." His hand moved to my arm and slid down to my hand. He stared up at me, and dejectedly dropped his chin to his chest with a big sigh before saying, "Look, John, I'm tying up nearly all the money I have in this move. I'm just a little up tight." At that moment, he must have seen where my cum had landed on the floor, because he glanced up at me, then back at the floor and back up at me again with the beginning of a smile. "I really want to explore the possibility of us, too."

We stared at each other a moment, then he climbed back up his ladder and pushed another screw hook into the ceiling.

I'd just finished checking the wires coming into the building from the pole in the alley. I was feeling happy and slightly giddy. I've got a fair baritone voice, but seldom do I use it to sing, except in the shower, but as I stepped back into the building, I sang out, "Everything's coming up roses and lollipops."

I was startled into silence when Farr appeared in the doorway to the next room. "Lollipops and roses?" he asked. His shit-eatin' grin embarrassed the hell out of me, but I gave him the finger as I grinned back, spread my arms out and belted it out again.

He covered his ears in mock pain and when I stopped, he said, "Sorry, but Ethel Merman you're not."

I tried to look crestfallen that he didn't like my singing, but couldn't help but grin back at his cute grin. "Who... ever the fuck she was," I replied.

Farr looked shocked. "Man, I thought you were gay. This is Miz Merman." Then he sang out in a falsetto through his nose, doing a good job at sounding like the old dame. "There's no business like show business...."

I attempted to look seriously impressed as I asked, "Have you ever thought of trying out for Broadway?"

He was momentarily sucked in, but my mask cracked and I let out a laugh and he punched me in the belly.

"Ouch," I yelled out, grabbed my middle and bent double.

He again, momentarily, thought I was serious, and when he realized I was just yanking, he looked disgusted and turned to walk out of the room as he muttered "Silly pansy."

He glanced back at me and then burst out laughing. Six foot seven, I stood there with my mouth hanging open. That little fart had gotten me good. His laughter was infectious and I joined in. I didn't know what was so funny, but it was good to laugh with him. I dropped my clipboard on which I'd been making notes, rushed up behind him and scooped him off the floor. I got an immediate sharp elbow hard in my ribs. Surprised at the pain, I let go of him. He fell to the floor and scrambled to his feet looking contrite. "Oh, damn, John. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

His apology surprised me more than the pain he'd inflicted. With a hand over my bruised ribs, I could only stare in disbelief at him.

"Please John, it was an automatic reaction. I wouldn't consciously hurt you. Forgive me?"

It was ludicrous; this mini man apologizing for hurting big ol' me. But shit... he had. I was amazed that my rib wasn't broken. However, it was really my fault. I was the one that ignored the possibility that he didn't like being manhandled. I dropped down on a knee and said, "No, Farr, it's me that should be apologizing. I should have realized that you wouldn't like being treated like that."

He stepped up to me and reached a hand to my cheek. "You're wrong, John, with you I would love it. It's just that I wasn't expecting it. Are you okay?"

"Maybe a bit bruised," I told him, "but I'm fine."

Then he got that playful impish grin that I was learning meant that I was in for it. He grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it up. "Let me kiss the booboo and make it better," he cooed.

I lost my balance and rolled onto my back, laughing at his antics. He quickly was sitting on top of me with my t-shirt pulled up to my neck as he kissed my ribs. He didn't stop with that; he continued kissing on up to my tit, which he kissed and then licked until it was hard. With him sucking and chewing on it, I moaned and rubbed my hands up and down his back. "Oh, God, Farr, if you keep that up one of us is going to have to get fucked."

I pulled his t-shirt up and forced him to sit up and raise his arms so I could remove it. With a sharp intake of breath, I stared at his perfect chest. A line of straight black hair rose from his navel to spread out across his muscular pecs where it swirled around his rosy little nubs. He watched me study his body. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Damn, you're beautiful, Farr." I reached a hand to brush my fingers over his chest, grazing his nipples. "I've dreamed about these since that day in the electrical hardware store. The way they pushed against your t-shirt; I wanted to touch them then."

His eyes looked slightly glazed as he pushed against my fingers and murmured, "Be warned. They're hard wired."

I smiled and let my hand glide down his belly and onto his throbbing hard cock. I was still amazed that he was as well hung as me. I squeezed it and he moaned.

"I want to see you totally naked, Farr."

Gazing in to my eyes, he crawled off me, stood up and murmured, "I'm not getting naked alone, John. I've been waiting as long as you."

I sat up and started removing my boots. Farr had a hand on the top of his fly. He'd unbuttoned the waistband and stood there watching me with a funny little smirk on his face. I hadn't taken my eyes off him since he stood. Motioning with my chin for him to proceed, he shook his head. "You're not seeing me until I get to see you."

"You think I'd double cross you like that, Farr?"

He solemnly shook his head and watched me slip off the first sock. "God, you've even got hair on your toes," he groaned.

I could see that really turned him on, but I couldn't help teasing him. "Nair would take it off if you don't like it."

He looked up at me with a harsh frown. "You use Nair on any part of your body, I'll....."

"You'll what, Farr?" I dropped the second sock into the boot. He was nearly quivering. I stood up and shucked my shirt over my head as I heard his intake of breath. Dropping the shirt, I smiled at him. "You'll what, Farr?" I repeated.

His eyes unglued from my chest and he looked at me, menacingly.

"You don't need to worry, Farr. I'll never use that stuff."

He'd stepped close and both of his hands slid through the hair on my belly and on up my chest. "Wooly," he muttered to himself, and rubbed his face against me. I pulled him close and he burrowed his face in my pelt. His arms snaked around my neck and I reveled in the warmth of his strong arms. I was almost breathless from the sensation of my hands finally touching his naked small muscular body.

"D'you have hair on your toes?" I whispered.

Farr nodded against my sternum.

"Are you going to let me see it?"

He nodded again, but didn't move away from me. I could feel him toeing off his sneakers. Still holding onto me, he turned slightly and held out his foot. The same straight hair that swirled across his chest covered his foot and down his toes to the neatly trimmed nails. I thought about a Hobbit. It would be a while before I told him that though, I first wanted to know him better. I don't think he'd appreciate being compared to a Hobbit at this point.

I hadn't paid any attention to his feet before. They were a bit large for his size. They had to be at least size 8-1/2s; perfectly shaped, too.

At first I thought he was being shy, the way he was hanging onto me with his face buried in my pelt. But then when he slipped down and buried his tongue in my navel and muttered, "Damn you taste as good as you smell," I realized that he was anything but.

He licked along the waist band of my Levi's, then with a hand on each side of the button, he looked up at me. I nodded, and with a yank, he pulled all the buttons out of their holes. "Damn, I love 501s," he muttered, as he buried his nose in my patch.

I let him nuzzle around for a bit, then pulled him to his feet. His glare held no comprehension. "I want to see the rest of your beautiful body," I explained. "Would you take your jeans off and show it to me?"

He blinked as if coming out of a deep trance, then grinned and backed away from me. He looked around the room as though he'd lost something and then spying a stack of moving blankets; he picked up three and spread them out on top of each other.

"Drop your pants and lay down. Since this is on my dime, I want my money's worth," he commanded.

It was my turn to blink... uncomprehending.

He busied himself with taking off his own pants, and I watched as he exposed his little bubble butt, then his thighs and finally his legs.

From the top of his hips to his ankle bones, he was covered in the same silky hair that swirled so exquisitely over his chest. He tossed his jeans to the side and turned with his rampant cock proudly thrusting before him. With his hands on his narrow little hips he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Well?"

I shifted into action and shucked my Levi's, bouncing from one foot to the other as I pulled them off. Once I had cast them aside and had both of my feet planted firmly on the floor, I eyed him up and down. "Oh, Mr. Bailey, are you s-o-o-o going to get your money's worth."

Looking me up and down, the hunger in his eyes burned brightly. "I think I already have, just seeing you standing there. You're my every fantasy come true, John."

I dropped to my knees, held my arms out to him and he flew into them. His arms circled my neck as he forced his lips to mine. I ran my hands down his slender smooth back to his hairy little ass cheeks. Each one was a perfect hand full. I pulled him snugly against me and buried my tongue in his mouth.

He eventually pulled back and said, "Lie back."

Holding onto him, I maneuvered my legs out from under me and lay down, pulling him on top of me.

Farr started laying kisses all over my face, my ears and down my neck. He slithered down and attacked my chest, chewing on my nubs. Our cocks lay against each other, we were both heavy leakers, so when Farr started rubbing against me, it made a slurping sound. He rose up, supported himself with a hand on each of my pecs and fucked against me. He was sweating; it was dripping off his nose and chin. I licked them, making him grin.

Frank

For a long time after we climaxed, I lay on top of John with his arms holding me snugly, the fingers of one hand caressing up and down my spine while the other cupped one of my butt cheeks. We both seemed to be lost in our own thoughts. Our breathing evened out, yet neither of us made an effort to move. I was fearful of asking what he was thinking. He'd made it clear from the beginning that he wasn't into small men. And as small as I am, I was near the bottom of that category. I had no confidence that his fascination wouldn't fade.

Eventually, I moved and his arms dropped away, so I slid off him and got to my feet. I looked at him, but his eyes were closed. I couldn't tell what he might be thinking. "Let me get some paper towels and clean you up," I muttered. Feeling slightly dejected, I shuffled barefoot into the toilet. I peed before cleaning myself up and then pulling two bunches of towels off the roll, I wetted one.

John hadn't moved. I knelt beside him and wiped his chest with the dampened paper. He startled a bit and opened his eyes. I was aware that he was watching me, but I paid careful attention to what I was doing. I couldn't look at him. He raised his hand and softly touched the side of my face. I then turned my head into his hand and looked down at him. He solemnly stared into my eyes for a moment, then smiled.

"It doesn't get any better than that."

I wanted to say that feeling him inside me would be so much more, instead, I simply smiled and nodded agreement. I could tell that John knew I was holding back when he caressed the side of my face and sighed. He then rolled over and stood up, looking around for his clothes. I stayed on my knees on the edge of the blankets and watched. His eyes had turned a murky brown. He glanced at me a couple of times as he pulled on his 501s and then slipped into his shirt. Picking up his boots he ambled across the room to sit on the table where he pulled on his socks and boots. At that point, I quickly dressed and slipped into my shoes.

When he finished dressing, he picked up his clipboard and wandered toward the front of the store as he made notes. I sighed, shrugging to myself. I had no idea how he felt or what he was thinking. At that moment, I understood why women get so frustrated with man's inability to communicate and wondered if I was just as bad as John. Must be... I hadn't heard a word come out of my mouth. Again, I shrugged and moved my ladder to continue installing hooks in the ceiling.