SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

My penis is on the smaller side, on a good day, I’m 3.5” (Gold Member) and not very girthy, but with what I thought was a decent swollen tip. I was hanging out one night with a high school friend who had recently transitioned, let’s call her Lila, and she was known in high school for being very well-endowed. According to rumors from various girlfriends, she had an eight-inch package down there. The rumors were very true.

So we were hanging out around 2 am, smoked a joint at a public park, and the conversation somehow landed on my exhibition fetish. So I undid my drawstring, stood up, and set my little two-inch softie on the cold surface of the park table. The sudden temperature caused my little tip to retract slightly into the skin, and Lila laughed.

“Wow, all this locker room talk over the years, and you flick out a little bean? Please tell me it gets bigger,” Lila quipped.

Throughout high school, I had maintained the rumor that I was about average, just under six inches tall, which I supported by ‘accidentally’ sending a fake bulge picture in a series of photos to some of my classmates. I had balled up a sock or two to fill the deflated fabric pouch of the boxers that is supposed to be taken up by a regular-sized penis and testicles.

I laughed nervously. “Yeah, don’t worry, it’s just performance anxiety.”

Lila smirked. “Of course. My turn.”

I watched her shrug the elastic band of her baggy pants down, revealing a significant bulge in her panties. She smiled as she reached down the front of her underwear and pulled the tip out.

Let me remind you that I’m roughly two inches soft. I can’t tuck my three-inch erections upward without any issue with it poking out the top of the waistband. Lila pulled her tip and shaft out of the top of the waistband and let it sway. She had probably close to four inches of flaccid cock hanging out the top of her waistband. She moved her hips back and forth slightly, letting the thick tip swing side to side.

I stammered, “Wow. Make sure you don’t break the table when you set it down.”

Lila laughed, pulled her panties down fully. The girlcock spilled out and lay on the table, still flaccid, curved sideways on the smooth table. Even in the low light of a lamppost that was over by the walking path, I could see the flat vein that raced down the length of her shaft, indicative that there was zero arousal in the huge shaft. Lila often carried this in her pants.

It was probably six, six and a half inches flaccid. She prodded the tip. “Estrogen makes it difficult to get hard sometimes, but it’s impressive on its own.” She looked over at me. “You don’t seem to be having any issues, though.”

I had been getting steadily harder as more and more of her girlcock was revealed, my tip was hard and shiny, my shaft rigid at three and a half inches. “Yep, really hot women get me going,” I said.

Lila nodded slowly. “I mean, you promised a decent show, but your tip isn’t even on the table.” (I curve upward, the base of the shaft was on the table, but my pink shiny tip was engorged and lifted) “You look like you’re fully hard.”

I brought the attention back to her impressive member, the source of my intense arousal. “How about you get hard and I’ll work on my side over here, and we can really see how big I really am?”

Lila reached out both hands casually and started working her loose skin, sliding it up and down her shaft, over the tip, and I saw the corners of her mouth twitch as I gripped my sensitive nub with the two-finger and thumb combo. “Wow, only using fingers, huh?”

She had both hands wrapped around her own penis, not quite able to encircle it completely, pointing it outward. As her hands moved, gripping the skin, I saw the vein slowly swell with blood as she watched me tug on my little guy.

Then she said words I hadn’t even dreamed of.

“You wanna see what it’s like to have a big dick? Maybe it’ll get you even bigger. Come hold me real quick.”

She had said it so casually. I nodded, “Sure, let me see. I wouldn’t know.”

I walked around the long end of the table, all of my three and a half inches pointing towards Lila as she set her girldick on the table.

I reached for her penis. “Sorry if I mess this up, I’m not used to handling the big ones.”

Lila giggled. “I’ve heard that from a lot of people.”

I awkwardly picked it up from the middle. It was still flaccid, slightly rigid. The three inches at the front and the tip had some heft, and hung down as I gripped the middle, the tips of my fingers barely touching around her girth.

Lila touched my shoulder, barely brushing it with her fingers. “Both hands. It’s not gonna bite you.”

I used both hands. The weight of it was impressive, and I worked it back and forth, felt the excess skin shift in my fingers as the inner shaft grew harder and harder.”

I gently moved the loose skin up and down. “This is wild. I feel like those girlfriends who ask to hold it when you pee. I can’t imagine one this big actually being attached to someone.”

Lila smiled. “You can hold it later, I’ll have to pee after drinking two Red Bulls. How about your little shooter?”

She took two fingers and reached for my tip. At this point, I was dripping with precum, all sub-4 inches filled with as much blood as possible. I half expected it to make the ‘boiiiiing’ sound that the door stoppers make when you boop them.

Lila took two fingers, slid them down my tip, and gripped my penis. I felt blood rush below my fingers, engorging the vein in her girldick. She murmured. “I bet my one vein holds more blood than your whole little shaft.”

She dragged her acrylic forward, hooked it below my frenulum, and teased it. “I’m just as surprised. I didn’t know they came this small.”

She was so erect in my hands. My fingers couldn’t close around it. I felt every ridge and vein. My little guy had a consistent upward curve, but her shaft was straight for four, maybe five inches, and hooked upward just enough.

I looked at the small, thin droplets of pre-ejaculate fluid on her swollen, purple tip. I likened it to dew on a mushroom cap. “Let’s just compare them to be sure.”

Lila had enclosed my entire penis with the bottom three fingers of her fist and was rubbing my tip with her thumb in circular motions. “Let’s do it.”

We both turned, and she took a small step back. I was trying so hard not to cum everywhere.

Lila held my shaft in one hand and her shaft at the base, shoved them head-on toward each other. Her tip, pressed next to the base of my penis, was just shorter than my shaft. She was legitimately just over eight inches.

Lila smirked again. “Look at that.” She kept moving our penises together, slick with our mixing pre-cum, sliding around each other. She put her cock on top of my dick, and her shaft girth was wider than my tip that I thought I used to think was remarkable.

She grabbed her thick monster closer to the tip and pulled it towards her. She was wearing a cutoff tank top that showed off her lithe figure and perky breasts, and as she pulled her shaft upwards, the tip reached above her pierced belly button.

She released her cock, it bounced, pointing at me like a knight with a lance, and she used a single finger to push my erect penis upwards to do the same comparison on my body. My tip couldn’t reach past the marks of my elastic waistband.

Lila held it there. “Not even close. I’m three times as long as you, and probably almost three times as thick.”

This was the breaking point. I was so bad at lasting long, even while masturbating. And even though my dick was small and my testicles even smaller, I cum like a racehorse.

Lila was still pointing my penis upward with one finger. The first cumshot hit me in the face. Lila had her index finger pressed to my urethra, felt it spasm, and she released it as she shot me in the face. My dick returned to its normal sticking out and slightly upward position just in time to launch the second rope of semen all over Lila’s exposed stomach, the third spattering her black cutoff, the fourth cumshot falling short and landing on her erect girlcock, all in the span of a second or two.

I grabbed for my penis as soon as the shot hit me in the face, landing three thick, off-white sticky ropes on Lila’s toned body before I could completely turn away. I wasn’t even trying to ride out the orgasm; I just held it as it spat two more shots of semen onto the concrete pad.

Lila gave a shocked cough/laugh, stunned, looking down at my cum on her shirt and breasts, running down her tummy, dripping off of her erection. She bit the tip of her tongue and gave a quick grin as I used the bottom of my shirt to mop off the rapidly deflating tip of my penis as I got soft.

“A little warning would be nice next time.”

 

The End.

 

 

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