Might As Well face It You’re Addicted To SPH
By SmutWriterAI.
[google-translator]
The changeroom fills with the sound of laughter as a group of men, their bodies marked by time and experience, enter. Their eyes land on Davey’s diminutive member, and their mockery begins.
“Look at that thing! It’s like a baby’s pinky finger!” one of them exclaims, his voice carrying a harsh, dominant tone.
Another joins in, “Can’t even call that a dick, more like a clit!”
Davey’s expression drops, and he lowers his gaze, acting out the part of the hurt and ashamed man. But his body betrays him. His growing erection is a testament to his true feelings. He loves the way these men, with their rough voices and hairy chests, tear him down, reducing him to a mere shadow of a man.
As the men continue their tirade, Davey’s arousal intensifies. He stands there, naked, allowing them a full view of his body and his secret. The men, sensing his vulnerability, step closer, their big, veiny cocks swinging freely, a stark contrast to Davey’s tiny offering.
“You think you’re a big shot with your muscles, but look at that pathetic excuse for a cock!” one of them sneers, his breath hot.
Davey’s heart races, and his breath quickens. He craves more, yearning for the attention of these dominant figures. He heads to the public showers, knowing they’ll follow, their eyes fixed on his shame. The water runs over his body, mixing with the shame and excitement coursing through him. He stands under the spray, his eyes closed, imagining their hands on him, their rough fingers tracing his muscles, their mocking words whispered in his ear.
The other men surround him, their big cocks on full display, a visual feast for Davey’s aroused eyes. He can’t help but compare, his tiny dick feeling even smaller in their presence. Their laughter and taunts echo in the tiled room, a symphony of dominance and humiliation that sends shivers down Davey’s spine. He stands there, exposed and vulnerable, his secret desire on full display, waiting for the next move, eager for whatever humiliation or pleasure they might bring.
Davey, under the hot shower, feels the water’s warmth on his skin, a soothing contrast to the burning sensation of embarrassment he feigns. His eyes remain closed, but he can sense the older men’s presence, their eyes fixed on him, their gazes like a physical touch.
One man steps closer and whispers, “You know, dude, you might as well not even have one of those. It’s so small, it’s like you’re not even a real man.”
His voice is low, a growl, and it sends a shiver down Davey’s spine. He fights the urge to squirm, to show his pleasure, and instead, he stands still, his body rigid, his face a mask of fake shame.
The other men, sensing the tension, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and dominance, join in.
“Yeah, look at him, trying to act all innocent. But we all know what he’s getting off on us talking shit about his babydick,” one of them says, his voice carrying a hint of mockery.
“He loves it when we make him feel small. It’s like he gets off on it. Fucking weirdo,” another adds, his words a mixture of observation and a challenge, as if daring Davey to deny it.
Davey’s heart pounds in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He wants to deny it, to play the part of the ashamed man, but his body betrays him once more. His erection throbs, a silent plea for attention, for more of the humiliation he craves.
The man at his side, sensing his arousal, leans closer, his breath now on Davey’s ear. “You like it, don’t you, boy? You like us making fun of your little dick. You like being our little joke.”
The other men laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that fills the shower room.
“Oh, he likes it all right. Look at that baby boner, standing there, so proud. It’s pathetic.”
Their words are like a caress, a cruel, teasing caress, and Davey can’t help but feel a rush of excitement, a thrill of anticipation.
He stands there, his body trembling, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—shame, excitement, desire—all fueled by the men’s dominance and his own secret desires. He knows he should feel ashamed, but instead, he feels alive, his small dick throbbing, a testament to his arousal and his need for more.
The men, sensing his desire, step closer, their big cocks swinging, a taunt, a challenge. Davey’s eyes flicker to them, his gaze drawn to their amazing size, their power, and he can’t help but feel a surge of envy, a longing to be like them, to have what they have.
But he knows that’s not his path, his destiny. His path is to be one of nature’s jokes. A freak to be despised. And as the men continue their taunts, their whispered jokes, Davey stands there, waiting, eager, his small dick a symbol of his desire.
The men, their dominance unchallenged, their power absolute, continue to tease, to taunt, to humiliate. And Davey, his secret exposed, his desire on full display, stands there, a willing participant, a willing victim.
Davey, with his tiny dick twitching under the hot water, steps closer to the one man, but this time, his body language is different. He tries to hide his desire, his movements more hesitant, as if he’s embarrassed by the attention. A fake show of shame.
“What’s the matter, boy? Don’t like the attention?” The man’s voice is a mix of amusement and dominance. “You know you want it. We all can see it. That baby boner of yours is a tell-tale sign.”
As the man speaks, Davey flinches, pretending the words are like bullets penetrating his body. He bites his lip, his eyes darting around, as if seeking an escape.
“Oh, come now, don’t be shy. We’re just having some fun. You know you enjoy it.” The man’s tone is mocking, but there’s a hint of challenge in his words.
Davey tries to look away, but his eyes keep drifting back to the man, drawn by the dominant presence. Yes, he wants it, craves it, but he acts as if he’s resisting.
“Please, leave me alone. I’m just trying to have a shower here.” His voice quivers, a poor attempt at sounding sincere.
The other men laugh, their big cocks swinging as they circle, enjoying the show. “Look at him, playing the innocent. He knows what he’s doing, don’t you, babydick?”
Davey’s cheeks burn, a mix of real and feigned shame. He takes a step back, but the hairy man grabs his arm, pulling him closer. His small dick, hidden under the water, throbs rapidly, betraying his true feelings. He tries to act ashamed, but his body betrays him, craving the humiliation and the dominance these men offer.
“Please, no,” he whispers, his voice breaking. But there’s a hint of excitement in his eyes, a glimmer of the pleasure he derives from this situation.
He knows he’s pushed this as far as possible. If he lingers any longer in the shower, these dominant men might just start to make sexual advances on him, and that is not what Davey wants at all. Davey isn’t gay or bisexual, but he knows from experience that even heterosexual alpha men, when confronted with a small dick male like Davey, can suddenly start seeing him as more of a girl than a guy. As a result, they rationalize it’s OK to fuck Davey or make him suck them off. This is not what Davey craves.
As these horny alpha men start closing in on him with lust in their eyes, Davey pushes through them and heads back to the changerooms.
Davey, his body tense and dick still hard despite his attempts to feign shame, dries himself off quickly by his locker. He can’t help but glance at the men in the changerooms, their eyes fixed on his small, stiff member. One very hairy man, with a satisfied smirk, watches Davey’s every move, enjoying the show. He knows these men are watching, waiting for him to break, to show his true desire. But he keeps his head high, his gaze forward, determined to maintain his facade of embarrassment.
The changeroom is soon a sea of silence. The men, the hairy ones with their big cocks and tattoos, the younger gym-goers all smooth and athletic, all eyes are on Davey’s dick. Judging it. Mocking it internally. Yet Davey stands with a sense of pride, a secret thrill coursing through his veins.
His hands shake slightly as he fumbles with the lock on his locker. The men’s laughter, now muted, follows him like a shadow. He can almost hear their whispers, their crude jokes about his size, their assertions of alpha superiority.
“Hey, that’s the guy that gets off on people looking at his little dick,” a voice says from behind. “Someone needs to report this faggot to the gym.”
Davey’s heart pounds in his chest, a mix of fear and arousal. He wants to turn around, to face them, to beg for their attention, but he forces himself to continue, to act as if he’s unaffected. He opens his locker, revealing his gym bag, a mundane sight that contrasts sharply with the tension in the room.
As he bends to dry his feet, his ass is exposed, and he can feel their eyes on his tight, muscular cheeks. He knows some are imagining what it would be like to fuck him, to dominate him, to make him their submissive toy. But that’s not Davey’s scene. He’s an exhibitionist, not a faggot..
A gym employee suddenly bursts through the changeroom doors and his eyes immediately fall on Davey and his tiny dick, still hard and dripping pre-cum. “Hey, you, put some clothes on, shrimp dick,” he shouts with a smirk. “Get out of this gym, you freak. You’re now banned, and if we see you here again, we’ll call the cops on you and have you removed.”
Davey’s face flames with a mix of emotions—shame, desire, and a growing excitement. He bites his lip, unsure if he should run or embrace the humiliation. The employee’s words are a challenge he can’t seem to resist.
“What?” Davey shouts. “That’s bullshit. I’m just trying to shower and change here. It’s these men who have accosted me. I just want to be left alone.”
The employee laughs, a mocking sound that echoes in the room. The other men present watch, enjoying the drama. Something they can tell their friends about later over beers.
“We’ve been having complaints about you for weeks, you pervert. We know you’re doing this on purpose. So get the fuck outta here before I call the cops,” the employee shouts.
Davey, his heart racing, hurriedly pulls on his clothes, his movements a mix of eagerness and nervousness. The whispers around him grow louder, their cruel words a constant reminder of his secret desire. He zips up his shorts, his tiny dick still erect, pushing against the fabric, a silent protest against the shame he pretends to feel.
As he straightens up, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, and for a moment, he sees what they see: a muscular body, defined by hours in the gym, yet dominated by a small, defiant dick. He feels a surge of embarrassment, but a bold determination quickly replaces it. He knows he’s about to face a new challenge, one that will push his limits and satisfy his cravings.
With a deep breath, he exits the changeroom, his steps confident, his head held high. The men’s laughter follows him out, a soundtrack to his exit, but he doesn’t flinch. As he passes the reception desk, he now sees his photo up on a board where banned ex-members are shown. This is to prevent him from ever returning. Under the photo is written: ‘Babydick Pervert!’ That makes his dick throb in his shorts. He walks with purpose, his eyes fixed on the exit, ready to face the world beyond the gym walls.
He heads to the beach.
*****
The sun beat down on the secluded stretch of nude beach, waves crashing rhythmically against the shore as Davey strutted along the sand. His body was a testament to endless hours in the gym, broad shoulders rippling with muscle, chiseled abs leading down to powerful thighs that flexed with each step.
He felt confident, invincible even, shedding his towel to let it all hang out. But what hung out was the problem: his micropenis, a tiny nub barely an inch long even in the open air, shriveled and unassuming against his sculpted frame.
A group of coed college girls lounged nearby on colorful towels, their lithe bodies glistening with sunscreen. There were five of them, blondes, brunettes, all in their early twenties, with perky tits and smooth, shaved pussies on full display. They sipped from plastic cups, chatting and laughing, until one with sun-kissed freckles across her nose spotted Davey approaching.
“Oh my god, look at that guy,” she whispered loudly to her friends, her eyes locking onto his crotch. “He’s built like a freaking tank, but… is that it?”
The others turned, heads swiveling in unison. A tall brunette with long legs sat up, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“No way. That’s his dick? It looks like a clit on steroids. Or wait, no… A baby’s pinky finger.”
Davey froze mid-stride, heat rushing to his face as their giggles erupted like fireworks. He tried to play it cool, adjusting his stance to make it look bigger, but the motion only drew more stares.
The freckled girl pointed outright, her finger jabbing the air toward his groin. “Dude, seriously? You must spend all day pumping iron to distract from that babydick. Does it even work?”
Laughter bubbled up again, infectious and cruel. A curvy redhead with full breasts rolled onto her side, clutching her stomach. “I bet he jerks it with tweezers. Hey, buff boy! Come closer, let us see if it grows in the sun.”
He hesitated, but his feet betrayed him, carrying him nearer as if pulled by their mocking gravity. The girls formed a loose semicircle around him, their bare skin flushed from the heat and excitement.
One with short black hair and pierced nipples leaned forward, squinting. “It’s shrinking! Oh shit, it’s actually getting smaller. What are you, allergic to girls?”
Davey’s cock twitched involuntarily under their gaze, but it only shrank further, retreating like a scared turtle.
The brunette reached out playfully, not touching but hovering her hand inches away. “Aww, poor babydick. Does it hide when it’s embarrassed? Girls, we should measure it. I bet it’s shorter than my pinky toe.”
They howled, the redhead grabbing her friend’s foot to compare. “See? Even smaller! Imagine trying to fuck with that. You’d just poke around like a lost puppy.”
Another girl, a petite Asian with a mischievous grin, snapped a quick photo with her phone before he could protest. “For science. Or blackmail. Hey, everyone, check out the micro-man!”
The humiliation burned through Davey, his muscular chest heaving as he stood there exposed, their words slicing deeper than any blade. Yet beneath the shame, the usual twisted thrill stirred, his tiny dick throbbing faintly as they circled him like sharks.
The freckled one stood up, her hips swaying as she sauntered closer. “Bet you’ve got the stamina of a god from all that working out. Too bad there’s no evidence to support it. Want us to show you what a real cock looks like? Nah, you’d probably cry.”
“Go on, show him,” the short-haired brunette said. “I dare you.”
“OK, why not? In fact, we all should,” the Asian girl said. The petite Asian girl with the mischievous grin thrust her phone forward first, the screen lighting up with a close-up shot that made Davey’s stomach drop. “Check this out, micro-man. This is my boyfriend Jake’s cock. It’s nine inches of thick, veiny glory. See how it throbs when he’s hard? Yours couldn’t even tickle a mosquito.”
The image showed a massive shaft, rigid and curving upward, balls heavy beneath it, captured mid-stroke in what looked like a steamy bathroom selfie. The girls crowded around, nodding appreciatively as they ogled the pic, their bare breasts brushing against each other in the huddle.
Davey stood there, his micropenis bobbling uselessly between his muscular legs, shrinking even more under the assault of pixels and laughter.
The freckled girl presented her phone next, swiping to a gallery. “Mine’s bigger… Ten inches easy. Look at Ryan’s fat head. It stretches me out every time he slams into my pussy.” She then points to Davey’s tiny dick, saying, “Imagine that babydick pounding a pussy… No, wait, I’d need a magnifying glass just to find yours.”
Her photo was explicit: Ryan’s enormous dick gripped in her hand, pre-cum beading at the tip, the girth so wide her fingers barely met around it. She zoomed in on the details, the ridges and veins popping vividly, then glanced down at Davey’s nub with a snort.
“Pathetic. That’s not a cock. It’s a joke. My boyfriend can fuck me senseless and make me cum again and again, while yours would just fuck me to sleep.”
The tall brunette leaned in, her long legs shifting as she balanced on one knee in the sand, her phone extended like a weapon. “Hold my beer…” She took a swig from her cup before unlocking her screen. “Ethan’s packing eleven inches of pure destruction. See this angle? That’s him buried balls-deep in my pussy last weekend. He hits spots you couldn’t dream of reaching with that babydick.”
The pic was a mirror shot, her legs spread wide around his hips, his thick cock disappearing into her slick pussy folds, her face twisted in ecstasy behind him.
The other girls whistled softly, one of them reaching out to trace the image with her finger. “Damn, girl, he wrecks you good. The only thing babydick here wrecks is his pillow.”
Heat flooded Davey’s cheeks, his buff chest rising and falling rapidly as the comparisons hammered home his inadequacy. His tiny dick betrayed him with a feeble twitch, but it stayed limp and insignificant, no match for the monsters on display.
The curvy redhead with full breasts grabbed her phone from her towel, flipping it open to a video thumbnail. “Watch this… Mine’s not just big, it’s a beast in action. Tyler’s cock swinging heavy like that? He face-fucks me until I gag, then flips me over and rails my ass raw.” Then to Davey, she said, “Your babydick? I’d laugh it off before it even touched me.”
She hit play, the short clip showing Tyler’s eight-inch-plus erection slapping against her thigh before plunging into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around the girth as she sucked greedily. The sounds, wet slurps, and her moans, blared from the tiny speaker, drawing more stares from nearby sunbathers.
The short-haired girl with pierced nipples went last, smirking as she pulled up a series of shots from her phone. “My man’s got the full package: twelve inches, curved just right to hit my G-spot every thrust. Look at these… It’s him stroking it for me, cum shooting ropes across my tits. He owns every hole I got.” Then to Davey, she said, “What does your sad babydick do? Squirt a droplet if you’re lucky?”
Her photos were a montage of dominance: his cock towering erect, then erupting in thick streams over her oiled skin, her tongue out to catch the load. She held the phone inches from Davey’s face, forcing him to confront the sheer scale.
“See the difference? Real men stretch, fill, and destroy a pussy or asshole. Yours would be like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. Bet you’ve never made a girl cum… Not even close.”
The group erupted in fresh peals of laughter, passing the phones around like trophies, each girl recounting how their boyfriend’s massive tools made them scream and squirt, while Davey’s exposure only amplified his shame. He shifted on the hot sand, his powerful quads tensing, but there was no escape from the barrage of big cocks mocking his minuscule one. One by one, they zoomed back to Davey’s crotch, pointing and jeering.
“Now that’s embarrassing. Put those away, girls, don’t want the little guy to cry.”
Yet they kept the screens lit, the images burning into his mind, twisting humiliation into a dark, unwelcome ache low in his gut.
Davey’s face burned hotter than the sun beating down on his bare skin, the girls’ laughter echoing in his ears like a relentless wave. He couldn’t take another second of their phones flashing those monstrous cocks, each one a brutal reminder of his own pathetic babydick.
With a grunt of frustration, he snatched up his towel and bag from the sand, clutching them awkwardly against his chest as he turned and bolted. His muscular legs pumped hard, kicking up sprays of sand behind him, his tiny dick bouncing uselessly with every stride.
“Run away, little dickie! Can’t handle the truth?” the petite Asian girl yelled, her voice cutting through the air. T
The freckled one cupped her hands around her mouth. “Yeah, go hide that clit somewhere! We all saw how small it is—won’t change a thing!”
The tall brunette joined in, her insults sharp and biting. “Pathetic loser! Bet you jerk that babydick off every night dreaming of being a real man!”
Laughter rippled from the group as they watched his buff ass cheeks clench and release, his retreat only fueling their mockery.
“Don’t trip over your own inadequacy!” the curvy redhead hollered.
The short-haired girl added, “We’ll post those pics of your dick we took everywhere… Babydick Alert!”
Davey sprinted along the water’s edge, the ocean lapping at his feet, heart pounding in his chest. The beach stretched out endlessly, dotted with other nude sunbathers who glanced up curiously at the naked hunk fleeing like a scolded child. His quads burned from the effort, sweat trickling down his chiseled abs, but the humiliation propelled him forward. He just needed distance, a place to catch his breath, and salvage some dignity.
Then his foot caught on a half-buried rock, hidden under a thin layer of sand. Time slowed as his body pitched forward, towel and bag flying from his grip. He hit the ground hard, face-first into the warm grit, the impact jarring his bones. Pain shot through his knees and palms as he scraped them trying to break the fall. Groaning, he pushed himself up onto all fours, spitting out a mouthful of sand, his micropenis exposed between his thighs like a shameful secret.
A shadow fell over him, and strong hands gripped his shoulders to steady him. “Hey, man, you okay? That was a nasty spill.”
The voice was deep and concerned, belonging to a naked guy in his late thirties, broad-shouldered with a light tan and a thick bush of pubic hair framing his own impressive equipment. He crouched down, his semi-erect cock swinging freely as he helped Davey sit up, brushing sand from his back. Up close, the man’s cock looked solid, about seven inches soft, with heavy balls swaying beneath.
Davey nodded weakly, avoiding eye contact, but as he shifted to grab his scattered things, the man’s gaze dropped inevitably to his crotch. The stranger’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed in amusement.
“Whoa, buddy… Everything alright down there, too? Looks like you got the short end of the stick in the genetic lottery, brah.”
The man chuckled, not unkindly at first, but the words landed like a punch. Davey’s cheeks flushed anew, his tiny penis shrinking even further under the scrutiny, barely visible now against his balls. The man straightened up, his own cock twitching as he took in the sight, crossing his arms over his hairy chest.
“Shit, I’ve seen small ones before, but that’s… Damn. I ain’t ever seen one that small before on a man your age. No wonder you’re running around all flustered.” He glanced back toward the distant group of college girls, piecing it together. “Those college chicks give you hell about it? Yeah, I saw you bolt from them. Can’t blame ’em… That’s not packing heat… That’s packing nothing.” His tone shifted from helpful to teasing, a smirk playing on his lips as he eyed Davey’s muscular frame. “All that gym work, and this is the payoff? It just goes to show that lifting weights can make all your muscles bigger, except for one. I bet the ladies laugh you out of bed.”
Davey scrambled to his feet, snatching his towel to wrap around his waist, but the man stepped closer, blocking his path lightly.
“Hold up, no need to cover up yet. We’re all naked here. Own it, or don’t. But seriously, man, how do you even… You know, function with that? Peeing standing up must be a challenge.”
He laughed outright now, the sound drawing a few nearby heads to turn. A couple of women on towels nearby giggled, whispering as they stared at Davey’s futile attempt to hide. The humiliation crashed over him again, fresh and stinging, his buff body trembling not from the fall but from the exposure.
The man’s cock hardened a bit more, bobbing as he gestured downward. “Mine’s average, but yours? That’s comedy gold. Want some advice? Stick to handpussy. Though with that size, even your hand might swallow it whole. Better make it finger pussy instead.”
Davey mumbled a thanks and tried to sidestep, but the stranger kept talking, his voice carrying just enough to attract more attention.
“Run if you want, brah, but the beach sees all. Better get used to the stares.”
As Davey finally pushed past, grabbing his bag and hurrying away, the man’s booming laugh followed him, mingling with the soft chuckles from onlookers. His micropenis throbbed with a mix of shame and arousal, the sand still clinging to his skin as he stumbled onward, the nude paradise turning into a gauntlet of ridicule.
Davey’s legs burned as he veered off the sand and onto the asphalt of the parking lot, his towel long forgotten in the scramble to escape. The sun-baked pavement scorched his bare soles, but he didn’t stop, weaving between parked cars with his muscular arms pumping and his tiny penis bouncing pathetically between his thighs. Sweat poured down his ripped torso, tracing rivulets over his defined pecs and abs, but the real heat came from the fresh wave of shame crashing over him. He was buck naked in broad daylight, his micropenis on full display for anyone glancing his way.
A group of middle-aged couples unloading coolers from their SUV turned as he dashed past, the women’s eyes dropping straight to his crotch. “Oh my god, look at that little thing!” one cackled, a blonde in a sundress pointing openly.
Her husband snorted, shaking his head. “He’s built like the Hulk up top, but down below, he’s hung like Spiderman. No wonder he’s sprinting. The nude beach goers were probably giving him a hard time!’
Laughter erupted from them, the wife snapping a quick photo on her phone. “Smile for the gram, micro-man! Bet your mom’s proud.”
Davey ducked behind a minivan, heart hammering, but he had to keep moving. His car was just two rows over. As he bolted out again, a family of four paused by their sedan, the dad shielding his teenage son’s eyes while the mom whispered loudly to her daughter. “See that? Don’t you ever date or marry a man who has a dick that small? You’ll only end up divorcing him within a few years. Don’t waste your time.”
The daughter giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Ew, I’ve seen bigger ones on toddlers! Does it even work?”
The dad’s booming voice joined in. “Run, boy! Before someone steps on that clit and you cry.”
Their jeers followed him, sharp and unrelenting, drawing stares from more beachgoers trickling toward the lot.\
Finally, he reached his beat-up sedan, fumbling with the door handle, his buff back glistening under the relentless sun. A whistle cut through the air from a nearby truck. Two guys in board shorts were leaning against it, beers in hand.
“Hey, gym rat! Drop something down there?” one yelled, pointing at Davey’s exposed groin.
The other doubled over laughing. “That’s not a cock, that’s a goddamn pencil stub! Go home and grow one, shrimp dick!”
Davey yanked the door open, sliding into the driver’s seat as their taunts echoed, his face buried in his hands for a split second before he jammed the key into the ignition.
The engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the spot, tires squealing on the hot asphalt. He didn’t dare look back, speeding down the coastal road with the windows down, the breeze whipping over his naked body. His micropenis lay shriveled into his pubic fat pad, still throbbing from the endless humiliation, a mix of mortification and a twisted spark of arousal keeping it from going completely numb. The drive home blurred by, thirty minutes of replaying every insult, every laugh, every flash of those massive boyfriend cocks from the girls’ phones. All those men in the gym are bullying him with their big floppy cocks out. By the time he pulled into his driveway, his balls ached with pent-up tension.
He grabbed his keys and dashed inside, slamming the door behind him, the cool air of his apartment hitting his sweat-slicked skin like a slap. Straight to the bedroom, no time for clothes or water. He collapsed onto the unmade bed, the sheets rumpling under his powerful frame.
His hand shot down instinctively, but with that pathetic inch-long nub, he didn’t need his whole fist. Just his thumb and forefinger pinched the base, rolling the soft, sensitive flesh between them like a tiny bead. He squeezed gently at first, feeling it twitch and harden to its full, laughable length, barely three inches erect, thin as a pinky.
Breaths came ragged as he stroked, the friction building fast from the day’s overload. Images flooded his mind: the girls’ mocking faces, their boyfriends’ thick shafts pounding into wet pussies on those videos, veins bulging, heads flaring as they stretched and filled. Those men at the gym are pushing their massive soft cocks into him.
“Tiny dickie,” he muttered to himself, pinching harder, his free hand gripping the sheets.
His hips bucked up off the mattress, quads flexing, abs contracting in waves. The pressure mounted, his balls tightening against his body, and he jerked faster with those two fingers, twisting at the tip where a drop of precum beaded.
It hit him like a freight train. One of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his micropenis, splattering across his chiseled chest and up to his neck, pulse after pulse coating his skin in sticky white strands. He gasped, body arching, toes curling as the orgasm ripped through him, longer and more intense than any gym-fueled pump. Semen pooled in the ridges of his abs, dripping down his sides, the scent filling the room as he milked every last spurt with trembling fingers.
Panting, he lay there spent, staring at the ceiling fan whirring lazily above. The high faded into a dull throb of reality.
Tomorrow loomed.
What the hell would he do?
Hit the nude beach again for more ridicule?
Go to a new gym that just opened across town for some nude change room/public shower fun?
Perhaps a trip to the local pool for some laps and a change room visit?
Jerk off in webcam chatrooms to see how many people he could get to look at his dick?
Seek out that rush somewhere else? Something new.
Hmm. Gotta think.
His mind raced, the cum cooling on his body a sticky reminder of the twisted thrill buried under the shame.
The End.
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