SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 5…

At twenty-five, Wade Smith was about to stand naked in front of a woman for the first time. Someone who wasn’t his mother. He also didn’t know then that this woman would become the only woman he would ever sleep with.

In her bedroom, Luna lounged with confidence, topless, showing off her small breasts and red panties. Her eyes seemed to urge Wade to tear them off. Wade sat on the edge of the bed, hands trembling in his lap. He kept his eyes on the carpet, unable to look at her.

“Are you okay?” She asked gently

“Yeah, I… I… am,” he stuttered, forcing a shaky smile.

She leaned closer, her eyes locking on his. “It’s okay to be nervous,” she whispered, her warm breath on his ear as she rested her hand on his lap. “Relax, Wade, I’ll be gentle.” Without asking, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and with each button, Wade’s breath grew heavier. Once she had removed his shirt, she kissed his neck gently, then his cheek, and finally his lips.

Wade squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus on the sensation of her lips against his, but only one thought looped in his mind: Don’t fail. Don’t fail. Don’t fail.

She lowered her hands toward his belt. Wade opened his eyes, his whole body tensing. “Wait,” he said, his voice cracked with panic.

Luna paused, but didn’t step back. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just… um… I…” Wade mumbled, face burning, fingers twitching nervously.

Luna studied his face. “Is this your first time?” she asked.

Wade froze. For a split second, he considered lying, embarrassed to admit that a man his age had never touched a woman’s pussy. But all he managed was a small nod, without meeting her eyes. His ears burned with shame.

“It’s okay,” she said softly.

Wade looked at her like a little boy who had done his homework. “But I have watched some videos,” he said innocently.

Luna kept her eyes on him, then smiled. “Oh, really? You’ve watched videos. Tell me, what exactly did you watch?”

Wade swallowed. “ How to Satisfy Your Woman in 30 seconds”

She burst out laughing. “Well, honey, you probably need more than that.”

“Don’t laugh,” Wade yelped, his face burning with embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing at you. I am laughing at how cute you look when you’re embarrassed.” She tapped his nose playfully.

Wade managed a faint smile.

“Eyes on me,” she commanded. Standing tall with her hands on her hips, she slid her panties down, keeping her eyes locked on him.

Wade’s jaw dropped, and his mouth went dry. He licked his lips. She was so beautiful that he couldn’t understand why she was dating him. Her dark hair, tanned, thin body, red polished toes, and freshly shaved pussy left him speechless. “Perfect,” he whispered.

“See? No need to be shy.” Her eyes lowered to his trousers. “Now, show me what you’ve got, brave boy.”

Wade’s smile disappeared. He hesitated, glancing down at his belt, then at her face.

She didn’t wait for permission. She knelt between his legs and rested her hands on his belt. “Since you are hesitating, let me take care of it.”

Wade nodded, suddenly feeling like a child.

She unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants, grinning at his Mickey Mouse underwear. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and gave him a mischievous look. “Ready for the big reveal?” she said, then yanked them down.

Wade flinched, then immediately looked at her face, searching for her reaction. Her eyes dropped between his thighs. He felt her gaze on it; she saw it. She saw his minuscule penis.

She stared at it silently, her eyebrows rising. “Oh,” she finally managed.

Wade’s stomach twisted. Humiliation burned his face. He wanted to cover himself, but she had already discovered the secret he’d spent his whole life hiding.

An awkward silence fell between them. Luna’s expression gave him nothing. He couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed, angry, or shocked.

“It’s smaller than I expected,” she blurted, then realized what she’d said. “But that’s okay.” Her expression softened as she reached for his hand. “Size isn’t everything.”

Wade grimaced and stood. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”

“No, I mean it,” she said with a gentle smile. “We can work with that.” Her gaze dropped to his little penis.

“That…kind of sounded like an insult,” Wade mumbled, his eyes fixed on the floor.

She giggled and took his hand. “You’ll be fine, I promise. Just follow my lead.” Then she led him toward the bed.

She lay before him, allowing him to climb on top of her. He tried to copy the man in the video, bracing himself over her with both arms. Looking at her face, he had absolutely no idea what to do next.

“So?” she asked

“I am trying to remember what the man did in the video”

“Forget that weird man and focus on me.” She looked down at his dick. “Try putting your little brave hero in here.” She pointed at her pussy.

Wade nodded, then glanced down at his shriveled penis, which looked even smaller against her clit. He tried to lower his hips slowly until his dick touched her pussy. When it landed, his body shook.

“Relax, you’re doing well,” she said, giving him an encouraging look. “Keep going.”

He began moving his hips, brushing his soft penis against her clit. He watched her offer him a supportive smile, but the pity in her eyes was impossible to hide.

“Yeah, just like that. Good. Let me know when you are actually in”

Wade nodded and bit his lower lip, bracing himself. Every vein in his neck bulged as he tried harder, but he was struggling to enter her. He could feel Luna watching, her face growing increasingly concerned. When he dared to look down, he saw his limp penis tucked against his balls, pitifully small, barely touching her. Heat crept across his face.

“Oh,” Wade said, then immediately looked up at Luna and gulped nervously.

Luna glanced down at his condition. “It’s okay,” she said gently, trying to hide her disappointment.

“It was hard before,” Wade said in a desperate tone.

“I know.” She nodded, smiling.

“It was, I swear.” His voice rose.

“I believe you.” She reached up and cupped his face. “Look at me. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

Somehow, hearing her believe him made the humiliation worse.

“I am sorry,” he muttered.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she said firmly, silencing him with a kiss. Then she shifted on the bed. “Come down here. It’ll be easier if I’m in control.”

He lay back. She climbed over him, swung one leg across, and began rubbing her pussy against his penis. Wade closed his eyes, trying to focus on the warmth of her pussy against him, but his body wouldn’t cooperate.

After a few minutes of awkward grinding, Luna stopped and sighed.

Wade felt humiliated that he’d let her down and wanted to apologize, but then a smirk crossed her lips. “Well. This will surely work,” she said, leaning down.

Wade’s eyes widened as she took his entire penis into her mouth with one quick suck. It was effortless, like sucking on a Chupa Chups. It lasted only seconds before she stopped, but the sensation sent a surprising jolt through his body; He felt his penis give a pathetic twitch.

Luna grinned. “Here it is.” She lowered her hand and began stroking his penis, needing only two fingers. She motivated him. “Come on, Wade. Close your eyes and just focus on how good this feels. Let’s see that stiffy.”

Wade’s hips began moving on their own. Finally, he was getting hard. He looked down and saw her fingers covering his penis; they were soft and warm.

“Focus,” she said, squeezing his dick.

Wade closed his eyes again.

“Stay with me, Wade,” she said as she went faster.

“Ohhh,” he moaned, breathing heavily.

“Just like that,” she continued.

Then something felt wrong.

A strange, terrifying pressure began building inside him. He tried to fight it—to hold it back—but it was already too late.

His eyes flew open, horror dawning as he realized what was happening.

Luna froze, her smile vanishing. Confusion flickered across her face, then gave way to shock.

She looked down and gasped. “Oh, my God.”

***

Twenty years later, Wade Smith sat alone in his car, both hands locked on the steering wheel, staring across the parking lot at the studio. His first day of shooting was about to begin.

Wade had barely slept. He’d brought a bottle of water and drunk most of it on the drive; his mouth had been dry since yesterday.

He’d arrived at nine, a full hour early. He’d always been that way, showing up ahead of time whether he was a student, an engineer, or now an amateur porn star. What made it worse was that he took every role he’d ever had so seriously.

Wade glanced at the production warehouse beside the main building. “Oh, shit.”

His knees shook, and his stomach felt just as it had before university exams. He watched people enter the warehouse: a woman in bunny ears and a bathrobe walked past with a coffee in hand, while a man in a Spider-Man suit parked his van and hummed to himself. Spider-Man spotted Wade through the window and gave him a casual wave. Wade awkwardly waved back.

Nobody looked nervous.

He took a deep breath, grabbed his bag, and climbed out of the car. After adjusting his shirt and straightening his trousers, he headed toward the building, each step slower than the last. At the door, he closed his eyes, grasped the knob, and pulled it open.

As soon as he stepped through the doors, the noise hit him. Loud chatter, cameras rolling, directors barking orders, and crew members rushing past with dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, and things he’d never seen before.

“Fuck me,” Wade blurted.

It was chaos. But for everyone else, it was just another day at the office.

Wade moved slowly through it all. He tried to keep his head down, but couldn’t help looking.

On the first set he passed, a slim Black man stood naked, dipping his huge cock into a glass bowl of milk like a teabag. A white girl knelt in front of him with an “I LOVE CHOCOLATMILK” shirt, her mouth open as she waited for the calcium.

Wade stared with an open jaw.

A sharp laugh erupted from Wade’s right. He turned and found two men, dressed in nothing but tight thongs, locked in a ridiculous battle of atomic wedgies. They yanked and tugged, cackling as the elastic snapped against their asses.

Wade cringed. “Oof. That’s gotta hurt.”

The director turned to him. “You wanna join them?” she asked with a teasing smile.

“No thanks,” he said, hurrying on.

He stumbled and hit the ground. When he looked up, he saw a bare foot near his face and a woman sitting in what appeared to be a therapist’s office. She caught him staring and smirked. “I know you want to suck them off,” she said with a wink, wiggling her painted toes at him.

Wade’s face flushed red. “Uh—um—I—no, I mean—” he stammered.

He scrambled backward, but bumped into someone. He turned and found Lea standing there, phone in hand.

“Well, look who decided to show up,” Lea said with a grin. “Twenty minutes early. Excited to get started, are we?”

Wade managed a smile. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t late.”

Lea’s eyes dropped to the bag he was clutching. “What’s in there? Your lunchbox?” She laughed.

Wade nodded. “…Yeah”

Lea stopped laughing and stared at him for a moment. “Okay… anyway, let me show you your room.”

She led him down a hallway. “This is your room,” she said, opening a small room with a mirror, a makeup table, a shower, and a clothing shelf. “Your outfit for today is hanging there. Text me if you need anything”

“Wait, where is the script?” he asked.

Lea smirked. “Jerry said you don’t need one. Just be yourself,” she said, leaving him alone.

Wade turned toward the outfit hanging on the rack: a hospital gown, open at the back.

He sighed and sat in the chair, staring at the mirror. Doubts swirled through his mind. What if he failed? Would they walk away and terminate the contract, give him another chance, or kick him out of the building?

Without warning, the door burst open. Jerry stood in the doorway, looking stressed, a tablet in hand.

“Come on!” he barked, arms in the air. “We’re out there scheduling and working, and you haven’t even changed yet. Hurry up—we don’t have all day.”

Wade jolted upright. “Sorry!. I thought you were still preparing,” He stuttered, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Then he realized Jerry wasn’t leaving. He just stood there whistling.

Wade forced an awkward smile. “Could you…maybe turn around?” Wade gestured toward the door.

Jerry glanced up, confused. “What? Oh, come on. I’ve already seen your little dick. No time for embarrassment now. We’re on a tight schedule.”

Wade’s face burned, but he kept undressing, his movements stiff and awkward.

“Faster, Wade! This isn’t a striptease!” Jerry yelled.

“Okay, okay,” Wade squeaked, pants halfway down, nearly tripping over his own feet.

Wade could feel Jerry watching as he stripped off each piece of clothing. When he was finally naked, he turned slightly away, clinging to what little dignity he had left.

His hands trembled as he fumbled with the hospital gown, making it hard to tie the strings. The thin, short gown left his arse out.

Jerry clapped him on the back. “Ready?” he asked.

Wade swallowed hard. “I guess”

“That’s the spirit. Jerry grinned. “Now let’s make a masterpiece.”

Jerry grabbed Wade’s hand and hurried him down the hallway, his hospital gown flapping as his bare buttcheeks jiggled with every step. Wade’s face reddened as every crew member turned toward him, watching and chuckling; one even whistled while another shouted, “Nice buns, newbie.” Wade desperately tried to tug the gown down, but it only rode up higher, exposing his tiny penis. Laughter grew louder.

“Jerry—uh, Jerry,” Wade hissed, covering his small penis with his free hand, mortified.

“What?”

“Slow down”

“Can’t! We are almost there”

“I just need to fix my gown; my whole ass is out,” Wade panted.

Jerry glanced down. “You’ll have to get used to it; it’s part of your job now,” he said.

After going past a few sets, Jerry finally stopped. Wade immediately fixed the gown, then he looked up. A hospital room had been built in the middle of the warehouse. “Wow, it actually looks like a hospital room”

“I know,” Jerry smiled proudly.

“I have never thought it would be that convincing,” Wade admitted.

“I know.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” Wade asked.

Jerry pointed at the bed. “It’s just a hospital scene: a patient and a nurse”

Wade stared, waiting for more details. An awkward silence fell between them.

“And…?” Wade finally asked.

“That’s it,” Jerry said, smiling widely.

“So patient and a nurse. Very creative. I have never seen that before”

“I know.” Jerry’s smile widened.

“Lea said I don’t have any lines.”

“Nope. Just react. That’s all we need.”

“But what if I say something stupid?” Wade asked nervously.

“No problem. Say whatever you want.”

“That… doesn’t make sense.” Wade swallowed.

“Don’t worry, the nurse is experienced and has all the instructions. ”

Before Wade could protest, Jerry looked past him. His face brightened. “There she is.”

Wade turned.

A woman in a nurse’s uniform approached them. She looked to be in her late twenties. Her warm eyes and gentle smile gave her a calm confidence.

“Welcome!” Jerry said, clapping his hands together. “Lina, this is Wade. Wade, this is Lina. She’ll be your nurse today.”

Wade paused, thinking of her name. For some reason, it caught him off guard. Only one letter away.

She smiled and extended her hand. “Nice to meet you”

Wade tried to steady his voice. “Thanks,” he managed, though his hands trembled as he shook hers. She didn’t flinch.

She noticed his trembling hand, then her eyes briefly swept over his gown as it clung to his back, revealing his ass. She grinned. “You okay?” Lina asked, her voice soft but direct.

“Yeah… I… am.” Wade lied

“The first day is always like that. Don’t worry—we’ll take it one step at a time.”

Jerry barged in. “He is going to be fine. Don’t spoil him. We need him nervous.”

Lina ignored him and kept her gaze on Wade. She patted his hand gently. “It’s okay to be nervous. Just follow my lead, and you will do great.”

For the first time since entering the warehouse, Wade smiled. He felt surprisingly at ease, even with his arse hanging for everyone.

“Okay, places, everyone!” Jerry called.

She headed for the hospital set. Wade followed and perched on the edge of the bed, feet dangling.

Jerry shouted from behind the monitor. “WADE!”

“Yes?”

“What the fuck are you doing? You look like a kid waiting for Santa.”

Wade frowned. “Oh, sorry. Maybe I’d know what to do if I had a script.”

Jerry rolled his eyes. “Well, next time, I’ll write step-by-step instructions.”

Wade flopped back onto the bed, scowling. He mouthed, “Idiot.”

Lina chuckled. “Ignore him, focus on me.”

Wade nodded steadily.

“All right! Quiet!” Jerry barked.

For the first time since Wade entered the warehouse, the chaos began to settle. He could only hear his own heartbeat.

Jerry raised his hands, ready to start the scene. “Three… two…”

“Wait,” Wade yelped.

Jerry lowered his hands, scowling. “What?”

“Who’s supposed to start—me or her?”

“Wade, I told you just to react. Lina starts. Take a breath and let us get going,” Jerry snapped, his voice edged with fury.

“Okay, no need to yell,” Wade muttered. “If I had a script, I wouldn’t have to ask.”

Jerry forced a smile. “You’re right. Sorry, Wade. Don’t perform, and don’t overthink it.”

Wade nodded. Lina gave him an encouraging smile, and his shoulders relaxed.

Jerry raised his hands again. “Three… two… one, action!”

The fake door swung open, and Lina stepped inside. “Morning,” she said, lifting her clipboard. “How are you feeling today?” Her gentle tone sounded just like a nurse’s.

Wade froze, unsure what to respond. He glanced at Jerry, who gave him a thumbs-up.

“Uhh.. Good, I think,” Wade stammered, swallowing nervously.

Lina made a note on the clipboard, her expression warm and professional. “Have you felt any pain recently?”

Wade nodded, hesitantly.

She looked up with a reassuring smile. “Okay, Mr.—” She checked the clipboard. “Mr. Robinson.”

Wade’s eyes widened. “Wait, cut!”

Jerry shot up from his chair, irritation all over his face. “What? Nobody says cut. I’m the only one who says cut.”

“She said a name.”

“Yes, a fake name. Unless you want Wade Smith trending”

“No, fake is good,” Wade said quickly, raising his hands slightly. “I was just making sure.”

“Can we continue?” Jerry asked, his patience running out.

“Well, maybe if I had the script—”

“Fuck the script, and fuck me,” Jerry snapped. “It’s my fault. Next time, I’ll send you ten copies of the script.” Jerry raised his hand for the third time. “Three… two… one—action!”

Lina leaned closer. “Now, I need to ask you something a bit personal. Have you been having any trouble… ejaculating?”

Wade blushed. “N-no. Not at all. I mean, u-usually not.”

“Hmm,” Lina said, tapping her pen against the clipboard. “I’ll need to verify that by myself. Just to be sure.” She smirked.

“What?!” Wade squeaked in panic, his voice cracking.

She moved to the side of the bed and reached for the sheet covering Wade’s lower body. “Now, just relax. This won’t hurt a bit.”

Wade quickly grabbed the sheet and clutched it tightly. “I don’t think…”

“Mr. Robinson,” Lina said in a professional tone. “I need to examine you to make sure you’re healing properly. Please remove the sheet now.”

Wade paused, his heart racing. This felt too real. “No,” he managed to say

“Sir, I need to remove them.” She pulled back the sheet, revealing Wade’s small penis nestled between his thighs. He was soft and tiny and tucked up against himself.

Wade flinched at the cold. He looked down, then looked at her face. Lina’s expression remained professional, but Wade thought he saw a flicker of pleasure in her eyes.

“Oh,” she said, leaning closer for a better look. “It looks like we have a micropenis.”

Snickers rippled through the crew. Wade’s ears burned.

“Has anyone ever mentioned that you look adorable when you’re mortified?”

Wade nodded.

“Oh, really? Who is this lucky person?”

Wade mumbled, “My ex.”

“Mmm. Well, I can see why she left you. That’s the smallest micropenis I’ve ever seen,” she said with complete professional seriousness. “Have you always been this… tiny?”

Wade nodded, his cheeks burning.

“I understand, and that must have made… your sex life challenging?” Lina asked

Wade nodded again.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” She smiled gently.

Relief washed over Wade, and he managed a smile.

“There are a lot of special cases like you,” She continued.

His smile vanished.

Wade’s face burned as Lina reached out with gloved fingers.

“Don’t worry,” she said, her voice still professional but with a teasing edge. “There’s nothing wrong with being…undersized.” She picked up his penis delicately, like she was holding a grape. “Okay, Mr. Robinson, let’s see your little erection”

Wade squirmed under her touch, utterly exposed.

“Relax.” She whispered.

A wave of déjà vu washed over him. Her touch. Her voice. Her breath. It was Luna’s bedroom all over again. Lina stroked his shaft with her thumb and finger, and his dick reacted with a slight twitch.

He closed his eyes. Lina’s hands became Luna’s. Past and present blurred, panic and arousal warring inside him.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, her warm breath against his skin. For a second, it was Luna’s voice, and he couldn’t tell which room he was in.

Wade’s hips jerked as pleasure surged through him. His body tensed, his back arching off the bed. He felt something building inside him—something familiar and terrifying, something he’d felt twenty years ago. This time, he wanted to control it. But his body betrayed him again.

Lina looked down.

***

Twenty years earlier…

“Oh, my God.” Luna’s voice was a cocktail of shock and concern, her eyes darting from the sheets to Wade’s face.

Young Wade sat naked on Luna’s bed, humiliated. His face burned so red he thought he might die of embarrassment. He remained frozen, unable to speak, as the wet spot spread across the sheets.

“Did you just… pee on yourself?” Luna asked, horrified.

“Please, don’t.” Wade covered his face.

Luna stared, her voice softening. “Wait… were you nervous? Like, so nervous that you—” She trailed off, sympathy sneaking into her voice.

Wade nodded. “I’m sorry,” he cried.

“No, no, it’s okay,” she said, reaching out to touch his arm. “I just… wish you’d told me. We could have taken things more slowly.”

“Has this happened before?” Luna asked, sitting up and pulling the covers around herself.

“Just once,” Wade mumbled, avoiding her eyes. “When my mother caught me peeking at my aunt while she was changing.”

Luna studied him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she sighed. “Oh, Wade. Come here.” She held out her arms. After a hesitation, Wade crawled onto the bed and into her embrace. He was naked, wet, and utterly humiliated, but Luna held him anyway, stroking his hair as he trembled against her.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “It’s just… something we’ll work on.”

She cupped his soft, damp penis. “Well, how about we clean you up?” she said playfully.

Wade nodded, heart pounding, brain screaming failure.

***

“Cut!” Jerry shouted.

The room fell silent. Every eye turned toward Wade, still sprawled on the hospital bed, naked, humiliated, and soaked. Past and present blurred together in his mind. Some things never changed. He had failed again.

Lina recoiled, her face twisting in rage and disgust. “Ew! He just peed on me. I didn’t agree to this. I am leaving”

Jerry ignored her and walked toward Wade, his expression unreadable.

Wade met his eyes, tears gathering in his own. “I’m sorry I ruined it.”

“Ruined it?” Jerry laughed. “Are you kidding? That’s one of the best scenes I’ve ever shot. Did you see your little penis start to tremble, trying so desperately to take control? Then it froze—and let loose everywhere. This is gold.”

The crew erupted into laughter and applause. It was loud, unrestrained, and unmistakably genuine. By the door, Lea smirked.

Wade stared at them, still sitting in a puddle of his own shame. Were they pleased? He’d just wet himself on camera in front of a studio full of strangers—and they loved it.

“You’re a natural, Wade,” Jerry said. “You’re a character.”

Then Jerry snapped his fingers and pointed at him. “Tiny Timmy!”

Wade blinked. “What?”

“You’re Tiny Timmy.”

“Who the hell is Tiny Timmy?”

Jerry’s grin widened. “A guy with the tiniest penis. People love watching him squirm.”

Wade stared at him, still trying to catch up. “Okay…”

“I’ll talk to Gloria and make it official,” Lea said, holding her phone. “Cute little Timmy, the tiny dick boy. Fits perfectly.” She chuckled as she texted.

Wade nodded. He didn’t care about the name or the laughter. He just wanted to get cleaned up. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I… can I go clean up now?”

“Yeah, of course,” Jerry said.

Wade grabbed the sheet, wrapped it around his waist, and climbed off the wet bed, heading to his room. His face still burned, but another feeling lurked beneath the embarrassment. Wade smiled.

Tiny Timmy was born.

The most humiliating failure of Wade’s life had somehow become his greatest success.

The End.