Size Matters
An SPH Experience by Born_Strategy_1883.
My friend Ryan’s place—big apartment, bigger guest list. People I knew from college, some coworkers, a few faces I didn’t recognize. The music wasn’t terrible, and the drinks were strong. I found a spot on the couch with some friends, nursing a beer and half-watching a group play beer pong in the kitchen.
That’s when she walked up.
Her name was Nicole. Dark hair pulled back, tight jeans, a black top that showed just enough. She had this smile—confident, like she already knew how the night was going to go.
“Is this seat taken?” She gestured to the empty spot next to me.
“It’s all yours.”
She sat down close. Closer than necessary. Her thigh brushed against mine, and she didn’t move it away.
We talked for maybe an hour. She was funny, sharp, the kind of girl who could hold her own in any conversation. I liked her immediately. When she laughed at my jokes, she’d touch my arm, letting her fingers linger.
Eventually, she leaned in.
“You want to get out of here?”
Her breath was warm against my ear. I felt a stirring in my pants and nodded before I could overthink it.
We walked back to my place. It wasn’t far—maybe fifteen minutes through the summer heat, her hand finding mine halfway there. By the time we got through my door, I was already half-hard.
“Nice place,” she said, looking around.
“Thanks.” I grabbed us some water, and we sat on the couch. She curled up against me, and I put my arm around her.
We made out for a while. Soft at first, then deeper. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I felt her hand slide down my chest toward my belt.
“You’re cute,” she whispered between kisses.
“So are you.”
She smiled against my lips. Her fingers found the bulge in my jeans and pressed. I inhaled sharply.
“Someone’s eager.”
I didn’t have a response for that. She kept rubbing me through the denim, and I grew harder under her touch.
“Bedroom?” she asked.
I nodded.
We made it to my room, clothes coming off in pieces between kisses. She had a great body—slim waist, perfect breasts, hips I wanted to grab. I unhooked her bra and pulled her panties down while she worked on my belt.
When she tugged my boxers down, my cock sprang free.
Nicole glanced down. Her expression didn’t change, but I noticed her pause—just a beat, just long enough for me to feel a flicker of doubt.
Then she pushed me onto the bed and straddled me.
“I want you to touch me first,” she said.
I was happy to oblige.
I flipped her onto her back and kissed my way down her body: her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. I took my time, teasing her nipples with my tongue until she squirmed beneath me. My fingers found her pussy, and I groaned at how wet she already was.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.”
“Your fault.” She grabbed my hair and pulled me lower.
I ate her out slowly, licking her folds, sucking her clit, sliding two fingers inside her. She moaned and bucked against my face. I could feel her getting closer, her thighs tightening around my head.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed.
I didn’t. I kept going until she came, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
She pulled me up and kissed me hard.
“I need you inside me,” she said. “Do you have condoms?”
“Yeah. Hold on.”
I reached into my nightstand and pulled out the variety pack I’d gotten from a campus health event a year ago—seven different kinds—regular, thin, ribbed, small, extra small. I’d never actually used any of them. My last girlfriend had been on the pill, and before her, I’d only had sex a few times, always unprotected.
I tore open a regular condom and rolled it on.
Or tried to.
It went down okay at first, but it was loose. Really loose. The ring at the base didn’t grip anything. I tried stroking myself a few times to see if it would stay, but the friction just pushed it further down my shaft.
It slipped off entirely.
Nicole watched the whole thing.
“It’s fine,” she said, though her voice had changed slightly. “Let’s try a smaller one.”
I grabbed one marked “small” and tore it open.
Same problem. It was tighter, sure, but still too big. The ring bunched up at the base, and when I touched myself, it slid down and off like the first one.
Nicole sat up on her elbows, watching me struggle.
“You want to try the extra small?” Her voice was casual, but there was something else underneath. Amusement, maybe.
“I guess.”
I opened the XS condom. This one actually fit. The ring gripped the base of my cock, snug but not too tight. Finally, something that worked.
I looked up at Nicole.
She was staring at my dick with a small smile on her face.
“What?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “It’s just… I’ve never seen someone need an XS before.”
My face flushed hot.
“It’s not that small.”
“Baby.” She sat up fully, her eyes still on my crotch. “I just watched two condoms fall off you. That’s pretty small.”
I didn’t know what to say. My cock, fully hard, was maybe three and a half inches. Average girth, nothing special. I’d always known I wasn’t big, but I’d never had it thrown in my face like this.
Nicole tilted her head.
“Are you hard right now?”
“What? Yeah, of course.”
“Fully hard?”
“Yes.”
She stared at my cock for a long moment. Then she laughed—a soft, genuine laugh that made my stomach twist.
“You’re tiny.”
My cock twitched.
Her eyes flickered up to my face, and her smile widened.
“Did you just get harder from me saying that?”
“I—no, I didn’t—”
“You did.” She reached out and wrapped her hand around me, the XS condom still in place. “You’re literally throbbing.”
I couldn’t deny it. My face burned with shame, but my cock was straining against her grip.
“That’s adorable,” she said.
“Can we just—”
“Have sex?” She squeezed me gently. “Honestly, I’m kind of over it.”
My stomach dropped.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” She released me and lay back against the pillows, her expression somewhere between bored and amused. “Watching you fumble with condoms for ten minutes kind of killed the mood.”
“I’m sorry, I just—”
“It’s fine.” She waved a hand. “But I’m not really feeling it anymore.”
I sat there, naked, my tiny cock wrapped in its XS condom, feeling like a complete idiot.
Nicole stretched, her body still gorgeous, still completely naked next to me.
“So,” she said, “have you had sex before?”
“What? Yeah, of course.”
“With condoms?”
“No, my ex was on the pill.”
“So you’ve never used condoms before?”
“Not really, no.”
“And you didn’t know what size you were?”
I swallowed hard.
“I guess not.”
She laughed again, softer this time.
“That’s kind of amazing. You’re out here sleeping with girls, and you don’t even know you need extra small condoms?”
My cock twitched again. She noticed.
“Oh my god.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “You really like this, don’t you?”
“Like what?”
“Being told you’re small.” Her eyes glittered. “You get off on it.”
“No, I don’t—”
“You do. Look at you.” She gestured at my cock, straining inside the condom. “You’re harder now than you were when we started.”
I couldn’t argue. The shame was mixing with something else—something that made my pulse race and my cock ache.
Nicole studied me for a moment.
“Come here.”
I moved toward her, thinking maybe she’d changed her mind.
But she stopped me before I could get on top of her.
“Lower.”
She guided my head between her legs.
“You didn’t get to fuck me,” she said, “but you’re going to make me come again.”
I started eating her out, my face pressed into her pussy, my tiny cock still hard and confined. She ground against me, using my mouth, my tongue, my chin.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Right there.”
I worked her clit with my tongue, sliding two fingers inside her again. She was still wet from before, and she got wetter as I licked her.
“You know,” she said between breaths, “I was really looking forward to getting fucked tonight.”
I kept licking.
“But then I saw your little dick, and I just…” She laughed. “I couldn’t.”
My cock throbbed.
“You like that?” She grabbed my hair. “You like knowing you’re too small to satisfy me?”
I moaned against her pussy.
“God, you’re pathetic.” She pulled my head tighter against her. “But at least your mouth works.”
I ate her pussy as if my life depended on it. Licking, sucking, fingering, doing everything I could to make her forget about my inadequate cock.
It worked.
She came hard, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shaking. I felt her pussy spasm around my fingers, and I kept going until she pushed me away.
“Stop, stop—too sensitive.”
I pulled back, my face covered in her.
Nicole lay there, catching her breath, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Good boy,” she said.
My cock twitched again.
She noticed.
“Still hard, huh?”
I nodded.
“Want me to do something about that?”
I nodded again.
She considered me for a moment.
“Take off the condom.”
I peeled it off and dropped it in the trash.
“Now stroke yourself.”
I wrapped my hand around my cock—my whole hand, fingers overlapping, my small shaft completely hidden in my grip.
“God, you really are tiny.” She watched me jerk off. “I’ve seen clits bigger than that.”
I stroked faster.
“You like being humiliated? Being told you’re too small to fuck?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
“You’re never going to satisfy a woman with that thing.”
“I know.”
“Say it.”
“I’m too small to satisfy a woman.”
“Again.”
“I have a tiny dick. I can’t fuck properly. I’m too small.”
She smiled.
“Come for me.”
I came almost instantly, spurting onto my stomach, my whole body shaking with the force of it.
Nicole watched me with that same amused expression.
“Good boy.”
We cleaned up and lay together afterward. She didn’t seem angry or disappointed anymore—just relaxed, satisfied.
“That was fun,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She traced a finger over my chest. “Different than I expected, but fun.”
“I’m sorry about… you know. The condoms.”
“Don’t be.” She shrugged. “It was kind of hot, honestly. Watching you get all embarrassed. Seeing how turned on you got from me making fun of you.”
My face warmed again.
“You’re into some interesting stuff,” she said.
“Apparently.”
She smiled and kissed my shoulder.
“We should do this again sometime.”
I blinked.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She yawned. “You eat pussy like a champ, and honestly, watching you squirm is better than most sex I’ve had.”
I didn’t know whether to be flattered or mortified.
Both, maybe.
She stayed the night. We ordered food, watched a movie, and fooled around some more—me going down on her twice more before morning.
When she left, she kissed me at the door.
“Get some extra small condoms,” she said. “Just in case.”
“In case of what?”
“In case I ever feel generous enough to let you try again.”
She winked and walked out.
I stood in the doorway, watching her go, my face hot and my cock stirring again in my pants.
I never did get to fuck her that night. My dick was too small for the condoms, too small for her, too small to matter.
But somehow, I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
The End.
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