By username55. Read Part 1 Here.Read Part 2 Here. ***** Chapter 4: The Dream It was a beautiful night, sometime between 4 and 6 a.m., on a lone beach in a small coastal town. Despite living here all his life, a guy around 20 never really went to the beach. He was usually more of a pool person and a water park type of guy, if only cause you could do other things there, or it was indoors. Well, now
Read moreBy BabyDickLover. I lay on my bed, drifting to sleep from the dull world of physics. I am a university student, and during this winter break, I had nothing better to do, so I decided to take an accelerated course. This course would help me graduate early, but I dreaded physics. It was a challenging class, and I needed to pass, so most nights were dedicated to my textbook, devoted equally to studying scripture. I slowly began to lose focus,
Read moreBy Demderenorwayguy. Read At The Therapist 1 Here. ***** Part 2… She used to be my therapist, but she told me to find a new one so she could be my Mommy. She has a boyfriend who is Big and strong—and more than once. She has left the door open to her room as they were getting frisky—he is huge—I mean my—Um—pee-pee (she yells at me If I call it a penis or cock or dick). Well, anyway, my pee-pee
Read moreBy writerbytrade44. How do I have to pee this bad? It’s been years since I’ve felt the level of desperation and pressure I do now. Years since I even had to think about the war between my bladder and time. But here I am, hoping to wait out the final mile walk home, the urgent pang of urine sloshing around my bladder. The night had started so well. I met a long-time friend at a restaurant for dinner and a
Read moreBy Disenchantment. In the heart of Spertgrow’s sprawling megalopolis lived our protagonist, Kevin Wankowski. A humble lad, he was as ordinary as they come; glasses perched precariously on his nose, hair unruly as a hedgehog’s quills, and a penchant for numbers that made him forget even the most mundane tasks were impossible without first calculating them. Unpopularity had been his constant companion since kindergarten when he’d tripped over his feet while attempting to dribble a basketball. His classmates laughed then,
Read moreBy Embarrassed_Men. My name is Joe. I’m a 38-year-old personal trainer and a well-built thick guy. My story starts with getting invited to a high school reunion at a former schoolmate’s house in a nearby town. I was hesitant to go because I had no idea who would be there. I hadn’t seen anyone from school in twenty years, so it felt a little weird, but my former classmate Zack, who messaged on Facebook, insisted that it would be a
Read moreBy Max Swan. I was never much of a traveler, and I must confess that I was in my thirties the first time I even went on a plane. That seems weird, given how many people travel abroad these days. Still, I never had the time, inclination, or money to go on those expensive overseas holidays that many of my generations do. I have met many people who have even lived abroad for a few years working and traveling and
Read moreBy Babydicklover. Today was more demanding and challenging than usual for Sean because it was Kelly’s wedding. When Sean was in high school several years ago, he had a noticeable crush on her. Kelly was a beautiful, popular girl who lit up any room with her presence and carried herself with an enchanted, living energy. He harbored a secret crush on her and clung to the faint belief that he had a chance with her because she never judged him
Read moreBy Embarrassed_Men. My name is Will. I’m thirty years old, a very rugged muscular guy that acts a bit cocky and loves the fact that I intimidate people. I got invited over to a friend’s house to have some drinks for the night. It was only about 6 of us there, which was nice. I kept trying to show up our friend Drew and bragging about how I got more girls, am much stronger than him, etc. I kept hassling
Read moreBy Babydicklover. Read Operation Tiny Here. ***** Life After “Operation Tiny.” It’s been seven months since thousands of Stephen’s classmates and many rugby teams saw his tiny, little micropenis. After being replaced on the rugby team, he transferred to another university, where he focused solely on completing his studies. Even after much time has passed, Stephen’s reputation for navigating life with a teeny baby weenie persisted and challenged his ability to find a girlfriend. Many constantly reminded him how small
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