Randall 1 (Gay SPH)

By orenshamir94.


Let me tell you how I completely lost my manhood to my best friend.

I’ll set the scene a little. Randall was my best friend for over seven years. We met in college and bonded quickly. We’ve shared a lot of adventures and good times over the years, and even though we live in different cities, we do a good job keeping in touch. I’m not gonna lie. We are both pretty attractive guys. Randall’s taller than me, at 5’11 (I’m only 5’8), but I make up for it with a pretty chiseled body.

He’s not out of shape but leans more toward the dad-bod side. I’m Gay, and Randall’s straight, but that never really came between us. We both have had our fair share of partners over the years. Even though I objectively think he’s attractive, I was never really into him, thankfully, so that didn’t come in between our relationship.

The problems started because I’m a size queen regarding cock. I go crazy about it. I love a big, floppy cock. The bigger, the better. I feel like I always have – I’m mesmerized by big dicks in porn, and I seek it out in my sexual partners. My obsession began to veer towards insecurity. Combined with a kink for humiliation, I found myself increasingly in the online world of small penis humiliation.

I couldn’t get enough of it. I loved guys being made fun of for being underhung, especially when the owner of that humiliation was a man with a much bigger cock. I can’t tell you the hours I’ve spent looking up porn of this kind. I started wading into it in my personal life, getting guys to brag about their cock size and maybe teasing me for being smaller than them.

Now we get into the anatomical details. My dick measures at right around five inches when hard. That’s not necessarily ‘tiny’ by any means. Of course, it’s not huge, either. Nothing to brag about or tell your friends after a hookup, but a near-average size. I’ve been pretty proud of my dick for most of my life. It’s aesthetically pleasing, gets the job done, and greatly pleases me.

But as I sought out small penis humiliation, I realized I needed a big cock to put me in my place and make the size difference meaningful. I needed to be with guys at least seven inches and up would get me going. Seeing how their cocks dwarfed mine drove me crazy. I would want to take pictures to compare, measure them with rulers, and fantasize about all sorts of ways in which we could play up the difference between our cocks.

Now let’s get back to Randall. Probably a few years went by in our friendship before I even thought one time about Randall’s cock, or anything sexual about him. The problem came when we went to the pool at our college together, and I found out that we would have to shower together in a big open locker room after class ended. I didn’t know how to feel about that. I was both excited and nervous. A part of me did want to see my friend naked, both because of natural curiosity and because I’m just attracted to men, and like a locker room setting as many other guys do.

I tried to play it cool, but I think the occasion became too much for me. We went into the locker room and stripped off our suits. I couldn’t help but glance straight at it. Randall’s cock was fully soft, but it was nice, thick, and hanging down with a pretty sizable head. It must have been six inches soft and, all-in-all, just a gorgeous cock.

I tried to look away and put my mind elsewhere, but as I got under the shower, I could feel the blood rushing to my member. Within a minute, I was fully hard as I tried to angle my body away so nobody would see. I quickly grabbed a towel to cover myself up, dried myself off quickly ran out of the locker room. I’m unsure if Randall saw me, but I felt I had avoided any awkward interaction, at least for now.

Ever since that moment, the thought of Randall’s cock visited my mind every once in a while. It wasn’t constant, but I realized maybe he liked showing it off to me and had a little bit of an exhibitionist side. I began to notice little comments he made about nudity or dick size. He would make bro-y comments like, let’s go to the bathroom together and cross streams. He would make dick-size jokes when somebody brought up a measurement in inches.

I once told him what a Prince Albert piercing was and showed him the Wikipedia article (which had a sample picture). His one comment was, wow, isn’t that rather small? (That one stuck with me for a while). One time, years later, when I was staying at his house, he came out with just a towel around his waist and lounged around for a while. He was winking at me a little, like, ‘Wouldn’t you like to see what’s under here? I remember you liked it last time.’

With all these subliminal messages, I became increasingly curious about how big his cock was as the flaccid image I had in my head gradually faded away. I’m not proud of it, but I played out scenarios about getting him to reveal himself for me. I was horny after not relieving myself in a few days, and I devised a plan. During one of our phone calls, I planted the seed. We have a pretty open line of communication, and I was telling him about a guy I had just hooked up with. I said something which I hoped would trigger him, along the lines of, “Yeah, he had a pretty big cock, around 6.5 inches.”

As I had fantasized, that piqued his interest a little. “Oh?” he said. “I guess I don’t have a good frame of reference for what’s considered big or not. What would you say?”

I knew this was my chance. Vulnerability leads to reciprocation, so I just blurted it out. “Oh, well, my dick’s right around five inches. It’s nearly average. If possible, I like to be with guys a little bigger than me.”

He took the bait, and we launched a full discussion about cock size. He was just curious as a straight guy, having not seen many. I told him that 95% of cocks were in the range of 5-7 inches anyways, that I didn’t think there was that much correlation with height, and that it may not matter for some people. Still, I like a bit of size makes it more fun to play with.

After a bit of silence, he finally said, “OK, I mean, out of fairness, I can tell you my size, mine’s nine inches.”

A ton of emotions ran through my head – first of all, pure horniness, as I discovered my best friend was packing some real meat. But I was so deeply satisfied. I loved the fact that he was bigger than the range of what I told him was more or less normal. I loved that he had measured it before our conversation and sounded proud. But maybe most of all, it turned me on so much to know that he was bigger than me, and we both knew it.

I swallowed a little bit before I managed to get out some words: “Yeah, man, damn, that’s pretty big, good for you.” In my horniness, I tried to keep going for the gold: “You know, I almost don’t believe you. That’s like a pretty big cock. It’s like porn star size. Have you ever, by chance, taken any pictures you’d be willing to share?”

He laughed but said he wouldn’t be comfortable sharing pictures like that. I understood and felt a little embarrassed about bringing it up. We shot the shit a little bit more but eventually hung up. I furiously jerked off after the end of the conversation, imagining my friend’s big cock in my mind for the first time.

*****

The story may have ended there. But it was just getting started. The next stage of the story picks up months later. I had cooled off from our phone call, and Randall visited me at my apartment. We went out to a bar and had a couple of drinks. When we got home, he said he had a bit of a headache and asked if I had any Advil.

I led him into my bedroom, where all my medical stuff was in my bedside drawer. I opened it up and started rummaging. I didn’t realize Randall was standing right behind me and had a full view of the whole drawer, which had all my sex materials (condoms, lube, and a big 8-inch dildo).

“Woah,” he said. “What’s this? Damn, man, I see what you spend your time doing now.”

I blushed a little but didn’t say much. “I don’t use it much, but I bought it impulsively.”

“OK, OK,” he said. “I mean, no shame at all. I’m sex-positive, you know that. Honestly, I’m just impressed. Isn’t this thing pretty big? Like, is this a representative cock that you would…you know…be fucked by? Sorry for the crudeness.” He blushed.

“Oh,” I said. “I mean, not really. It’s a bit of a fantasy to train myself, you know?”

He paused a little. “Yeah, you know, I’ve been thinking about it since we had that phone conversation a few months ago. I know I didn’t want to show you a picture, but if we’re in person, I honestly have no problem with it.”

I froze. “You mean… ” I gestured towards his crotch vaguely, “Just show me?”

“Sure,” he said. ” I’m kinda curious how I compare to this thing, you know? I think I beat it by a little.”

I was a little shell-shocked. Was my best friend really about to voluntarily show me his cock? What was going on? I somehow blurted out some words about how that would be cool with me, and I wouldn’t tell anybody if he didn’t want. I honestly couldn’t remember what he said next. I remember that he started undoing his belt and sliding his jeans off. He started playing with his member through his boxers. I could already see a pretty sizable bulge, and he swung it back and forth with some serious force.

He put his hand in there and started tugging, still covered by the boxers but low enough that I could see the top of his pubes and the base of his shaft. It looked even thicker than I remember. Finally, he stopped tugging and snapped the elastic back so his boxers were fully on, albeit a ridiculous tent formed at the front.

“So whaddya say, you ready?” he said with a grin, as his fingers were positioned at the sides of his hips, ready for the big reveal.

I couldn’t do much but nod and quietly admit, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He then confidently grinned even wider, swiftly brought his boxers down in one big motion, and allowed his massive cock to spring up at full mast, pointing out at me and my dropped jaw. It was even better than I could imagine. Cut with an enormous head and beautiful smooth shaft with just one vein running along the side to add a bit of character. I paused for a long time before I said or did anything. It’s pretty embarrassing, but I honestly followed my instincts.

I got off the bed and moved slowly closer, looking at him for confirmation. He just smiled and looked down, so I got closer and closer and knelt. I looked up at him, and he smiled back. So I put his cock in my mouth and felt like I was in absolute bliss. The next thirty minutes are an absolute blur. I sucked his nine-inch cock with more passion than I ever had before. I kissed and licked him all over, always returning to the cock-head and trying to please him like there was no tomorrow. Finally, I let him cum all over my face as I jerked my small dick and let out one of the biggest loads of my life.

“Wow,” he finally said. “You came a lot. I’m surprised!”

“Why are you surprised?” I shot back.

“Oh, I don’t know. I guess that’s my first time. I thought maybe the amount of cum would be proportional to the size of the dick? I guess that’s a pretty unfounded thought, so maybe not, haha.”

The way he said it was very innocent, and I don’t think he meant to offend, but that comment brought my dick to life again. It turned me on that he was implying my dick was smaller or lesser than his, and I had to seize the moment.

“Oh,” I said. “Yeah, I guess yours is a bit bigger than mine, huh?”

Randall looked slightly taken aback and didn’t want to say anything wrong. “Oh, I mean, I’m bigger, sure, but yours looks solid, man. I’m blessed, but you have nothing to worry about.”

“No, no,” I shot back. I paused a moment and whispered, “I kinda like that. You can say more things like that. It kinda turns me on.”

He looked a bit surprised. “Like what? Do you want me to tell you that my cock is bigger than yours? Why?”

“Yeah, I mean, you can tell me that my dick is small if you want. I mean, trust me, it turns me on. I just like hearing a big guy like you brag about it and tease me for being smaller, you know?”

He paused but seemed to understand at least a little bit better. “So, you like hearing that your dick is small?”

“Yesss,” I panted as I started to stroke myself again. “Tell me how small I am, how big you are…”

“Hmm, OK. I guess my cock is pretty big. You like that, huh? This massive thing? Much bigger than yours, huh?”

“YESS,” I said, “soo much bigger. I honestly feel like a little kid next to you.”

“Woah,” he said, and he looked like he might stop for a bit, but then he grinned and dove right back in. “I guess it is a little bit of a boy dick. I think my cock was bigger than that when I was 14.”

I started jerking off furiously and breathing so hard. “FUCK,” I burst out. “Yes, keep going.”

“Wow, dude, are you sure this is OK? I don’t wanna go past any limit.”

“No-no-no, keep going, be as brutal as you want!”

“Wow,” he said. “I guess I know why you liked this big cock, huh? You wish you had one this big instead of your little baby dick?” At that, he reached down and smacked my dick around. I instantly came, shooting a huge cum at him touching my cockhead. “JESUS,” he exclaimed. “Wow, that was fast. You’re really into that, huh.”

I nodded in complete pleasure. I knew a great adventure was about to begin.

*****

Randall and I got more sucked into this fantasy in the next few weeks. Turns out he was really into it. I awakened a beast inside of him. He loved being dominant, he loved flaunting his huge cock at any chance, and he loved how much I loved it. It was almost disturbing how good he got at berating and belittling me, getting me to do embarrassing things, and forcing me to admit on video that my dick was small. We had some of the most enjoyable sex I’ve ever had, as he fucked me hard and took pictures of our boners side by side, his entering me, and mine shrank on top of my stomach.

One day, as we lay cuddling, I complimented him, as always, on how good he was getting at living out the fantasy. “Honestly,” I said. “I sometimes wish I had a smaller dick so we could make it more real. Your cock is still way bigger than mine, but sometimes I wish the difference was staggeringly jaw-dropping?”

He smiled and grabbed my junk, completely enveloping my soft cock and balls in his big hand. “I sometimes wish that too, bud, but this is what we’re working with right now.” He frowned and looked up at the ceiling for a while.

“Everything OK?” I said.

“Oh yeah, sorry, just got distracted by something unrelated.”

The other thing you should know about Randall is that besides having a beautiful cock, he’s also a genius chemist. He’s been working in a lab for years, publishing great papers, and spends most of his time thinking about it. I didn’t hear from Randall for a week or two since our last session. I was worried that he was over it. After all, he was straight anyway. He wasn’t going to fulfill my fantasy forever.

*****

But one day, out of nowhere, Randall knocked on my door. With a massive smile, he was happier than I had seen him in a long time. “Can I come in?” he said. “I want to show you something.”

“Of course,” I said. “Come in. What is it?”

“I had a great idea,” he said, still unable to wipe the huge grin off his face, “that could take our fun to a new level, ya know?”

“OK,” I said hesitantly, unsure what to expect. “OK, what is it?”

“So, I was in the lab a couple of weeks ago, playing around with this chemical we use to grow cells for our experiments rapidly. It’s useful to make things multiply faster than they would normally. I use it all the time before, but I’ve never made a connection that it could be used in other settings too.”

“OK,” I said, still hesitantly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well,” he said and paused a little. “The thing is that it needs a source to grow from. So basically, you give the chemical some initial organic material, a group of cells, and it tightens the organic material quickly and shrinks it up. It’s a little complicated, but then you can think of using up those stored cells to expand any other cell and massively grow that.”

“OK,” I said. “I’m honestly still not following. You gotta break this down for me a little bit more.”

“OK, buddy, let me simplify it so you can understand.” He leaned in with a mischievous look and whispered in my ear, “We can make that little dick of yours even smaller.”

I froze, and my dick hardened on the spot. A lump formed in my throat. That sounded hot, but did I want to proceed with this? Even though I liked our fantasies, I still had some pride in my dick, and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be smaller than it was.

“Hmm,” I said. “I’m not so sure about that man, as hot as it sounds. I mean, do I want my dick to get smaller?”

“Well,” he said. “From everything we’ve discussed, man, it sounds like you do. I know it sounds scary, but it’s what you want, deep down. You love being made fun of for being small. I can see it in your eyes and feel it all over you. And I’m just helping you achieve that! Trust me. This could be a really good thing.

“And anyway, I didn’t even tell you the best part. As I said, those shrunk-up cells contribute to something else. So, if you did this, you could help me live out a dream of mine too! We could effectively take inches off your cock, and add them to mine!”

“Wow,” I said. Part of me was as excited as I’d ever been, and my dick throbbed. But part of me was terrified. “But do you want to be bigger than you are?”

“Trust me, man, when you have a big cock like mine,” he smirked, “nothing satiates you. Now, honestly, you could help me make that true.”

‘Hmm,’ I thought. ‘It would be fucking hot if Randall’s cock was even bigger. He would fully fulfill my fantasies if that were the case. And maybe I wouldn’t mind being just a little smaller if it meant a better sex life anyways?’

“OK,” I said. “I might honestly consider it.” But how much would I have to lose?”

“As far as I can tell,” he said. “It’s a 2-to-1 ratio. So if I want to gain half an inch, you gotta lose an inch. Not so bad, right?”

I gulped. “Damn, that sounds a bit unfair that I have to lose twice as much as you gain.”

Out of nowhere, he caressed my chin. I could tell he knew how excited this was making me. “C’mon man, I know you want this. That little tent in your shorts tells me all I need to know.”

I looked down and saw my dick practically bulging out of my shorts. I gulped again.

“OK, do you know how this works? We take a pill or something?”

“Naw, man, it’s just a cream you can rub on!” He lept up and went over to his backpack, emerging with an unmarked tube. “Look, I’ll show you. Just drop your pants, man.”

“Now?” I protested. “Can’t I think about it?”

“C’mon, bud, I know you want it! This thing won’t last very long anyways, we need to do it now, or it’ll take me weeks to develop it again to be safe to use on skin!”

In my horniness, I couldn’t think properly, so I dropped my pants, and my five-inch boner popped out toward the sky. Randall smiled at it and said, “There’s that little cutie. Don’t worry. You won’t be that different, just a bit more tiny.”

He emphasized the word tiny as he put on a medical glove and then squeezed a small, carefully portioned amount of cream from the tube onto his finger.

“Look, we’ll start easy, OK? We’ll take an inch off and add half an inch to me. This cream won’t affect anything that’s not living,” he added, “but using gloves will ensure it doesn’t affect our hands.”

Without giving me much time to reconsider, he grabbed my dick in his gloved hand and started rubbing the cream all over.

“We gotta make sure to apply evenly,” he smirked as he rubbed the cream into the head of my cock, and all over the shaft. He thought for a minute and then even rubbed some into my balls. “For good measure,” he said. “So it’s all proportional.”

Meanwhile, the cream felt really good on my dick. “It’s almost like lube, huh?” he said.

I started moaning. “Yeah, it feels fucking good, honestly.”

“It’s about to feel even better, bro, once it starts taking effect and we shrivel up that boy’s dick, huh?”

He rubbed a little harder, absentmindedly, as he looked down at the tube, reading instructions.

“Fuck dude,” I said. “Slow down, slow down.” I felt myself on the edge. “You’re gonna make me cum, dude!”

“Oh fuck,” he said and removed his hand quickly. “I forgot, besides having that shrimp dick, you’re a quick trigger, too. That thing cums so quickly!” He laughed to himself. “But seriously, don’t cum, because I’m not sure how it will behave if you go soft. It might take off more inches if it’s in a smaller state, you know?”

I gulped as my cock was fully throbbing and on the edge of cumming.

“FUCK,” I said. “Why didn’t you tell me that, bro? I’m close. This could have been a disaster.”

“Calm down, man! It’s all good, OK? Can’t you control yourself? Damn, man,” he laughed to himself. “It’s a good thing we’re shrinking it, a premature ejaculator like you needs an even more pathetic dick to match, you know?” With that, he gave my cock a little tickle with his finger. “Itchy-gitchy-goo, lil baby dick, you’re about to become what you deserve!”

The little tickle and his taunting put me right over the edge. My cock erupted, shooting gob after gob of cum, landing on the floor before me. At the moment, I wasn’t even mad because it felt so fucking good. My best friend belittled and teased me while my dick was perfectly played with. I fully allowed myself to enjoy my ejaculation. Still, after only a second, I looked in horror at the cum on the floor and my slowly softening dick.

“Fuck,” I said. “What does this mean?”

“Oh my God, dude!” He tilted his head back and erupted in raucous laughter. “I’m sorry, this shouldn’t be so funny, but I thought you could control yourself better. Hmm, I’m honestly not sure what this will mean, but dude, the damage is honestly done, so we might as well keep it going.” Now, even rougher than last time, he grabbed my now soft cock with his hand and started rubbing off the cream, collecting it back in his glove. “See, this cream now has all the good stuff I need to grow,” he smiled.

Quickly, he pulled down his shorts and started tugging at his cock using his glove. After just a minute or two, he was at full mast and rubbed it evenly all over his head and shaft. “Good thing I shaved those pubes today!” he exclaimed as he proceeded to rub it all over his balls as well. “Gotta get that even application!”

In the meantime, I felt a really weird sensation in my groin. It felt almost like I had been punched in the balls and felt pain in my stomach. “Dude, this feels weird,” I said.

“Don’t worry, man, it’s just the skin and organs tightening. It won’t feel weird for long, OK?”

I gulped and looked down. My dick was pretty soft after my cum explosion. It normally looks small after I cum, but now it looks pathetic probably less than two inches. I was scared to see how big it would be once I got hard.

Randall noticed the fear in my eyes because he said, “Alright, lil guy, it’s time to measure and see the effects!”

His cock looked even more massive than I’d ever seen before, absolutely bursting at the seams and so thick and meaty. “Why don’t you get over here and measure for me?”

He pulled out a tape measure and called me over. I put the tape measure at the base of his cock and started sliding it out. My excitement was palpable as I continued to count up the inches.

“Seven… Eight… Fuck… Nine and a half inches, dude!”

Randall had a huge grin on his face. “Yes, dude, it’s incredible! Pretty huge, right? This the cock you have been dreaming about, huh, boy?” he said.

I nodded.

“Alright, let’s measure yours now. Not gonna lie, bud, it’s not looking good.”

I was already at full mast without noticing, so aroused by measuring my friend’s massive meat. I was shocked by how much thinner it looked, how I felt it barely jutted away from my body. He grabbed my dick roughly and put it against the tape measure.

“Wow,” he said, barely suppressing his laughter. “We got it down to 4 inches! Dude, your dick is now tiny! I fucking love this shit!”

Secretly, I loved it too. I loved the huge gap in our size and how I could fit the length of my dick twice inside his.

He grinned at me, wagged my shrunken penis playfully, and ominously said, “Oh, we’re gonna have some fun with this, baby dick.”

Little was I to know how Randall would start lording his superiority over me and the depths that his power over me would extend.

 

To Be Continued…?





 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, formatting errors, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. We have changed the protagonists penis size to make the story more exciting for our readers. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can publish it here.

3 comments

  • ryan

    great story!!! please continue!!

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  • Michael

    The story reminds me of my first time with my brother’s friend it was terrible and at the first at the same time very exciting

    Reply
  • Gene

    Loved your story, would love to grow mine as shrinking another. The sex would be so mucher better as that little cock would hide in panties.

    Reply

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