SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

It had been a couple of years since things fizzled out with Emily, my long-distance ex. We never even met in person—too many miles between us, so our ‘relationship’ was all pixels and promises. Late-night phone calls where I’d stroke my little cock while she moaned about how wet she was, sending blurry pics of her tits or her fingers buried in her pussy. I’d snap back shots of my pathetic four-inch erection, hoping it’d impress her enough to keep the fantasy going. It did, for a while. But eventually, the distance won, and we drifted apart. Or so I thought.

Out of the blue last week, she messaged me on social media. Casual catch-up stuff at first—how’s life, what’ve you been up to? But Emily’s always been blunt, no bullshit, and it didn’t take long for the conversation to veer into sex. She mentioned she’d hooked up with some guy from a bar a few nights ago, and I couldn’t help but fish for details. My dick twitched in my jeans just thinking about it, that old jealousy mixing with something dirtier.

‘Was it good?’ I typed, my heart picking up as I lounged on my couch, phone in one hand, the other already adjusting my crotch.

Her reply came quick: ‘Eh, not really. He was eager, but… small. Kinda killed the vibe.’

Small.

The word hit me like a gut punch, but instead of anger, heat flooded my groin. My cock started to harden, pressing against the denim, all four inches straining like it had something to prove.

I swallowed, thumbs flying over the screen. ‘How small are we talking? Like, disappointing small?’

There was a pause, those three dots dancing for what felt like forever. Then: ‘Bigger than you, but still not big enough. I mean, he got hard and everything, but when he slid into me, it was like… meh. No stretch, no fill. I faked it just to get him off me faster.’

Holy fuck. I nearly dropped the phone. Bigger than me. But not big enough. My mind reeled, picturing her on her back, legs spread, some stranger’s dick—bigger than my worthless nub—thrusting into her slick pussy, and even that wasn’t enough to satisfy her. She was comparing him to me, putting my tiny prick at the bottom of the barrel. My balls tightened, precum leaking into my boxers as I read it again, then again. I shifted, my hand pressing down on the bulge, feeling how insignificant it was even at full attention.

‘Wow,’ I managed to reply, my voice in my head coming out shaky. ‘That sucks for him.’

But inside, I was throbbing, the humiliation burning through me like fire. Emily knew my size from all those dick pics I’d sent—knew how it barely poked out when soft, how it looked like a clit when I was cold. And now she was throwing it in my face, casual as hell, like it was just a fact. My ex, admitting she’d let a guy fuck her who outmeasured me but still left her wanting.

She kept going, oblivious or maybe not to how wrecked I was. ‘Yeah, he was maybe five inches? Hard to tell in the moment, but it didn’t hit right. Remember how we’d talk on the phone? You’d describe yours, and I’d pretend it was huge just to make you cum faster. But honestly, even this dude wasn’t worth the hype.’

Pretend.

The word stung, but god, it made my cock pulse harder. I unzipped my jeans right there, shoving them down with my underwear, my small shaft springing free—veiny, rigid, but so fucking short. I wrapped my fist around it, the head already slick, and gave it a slow pump. Images flashed: Emily’s pussy lips parting for a cock bigger than mine, her face twisting in mild disappointment as he pounded away, cumming inside her without making her climax. And me? I’d never even gotten the chance to feel that warmth, to slide my inadequate dick into her for real.

‘That’s rough,’ I texted back, stroking faster now, my breath hitching. ‘You deserve better.’

‘Lol, yeah. Next time, I’m holding out for something that actually stretches me out. Makes me cum just from the penetration, you know?’

Her words were killing me, each one a twist of the knife, but I was leaking like a faucet, my hips bucking into my hand.

I nearly came right then, picturing her riding some hung stud, her tits bouncing as she ground down on a thick cock that filled her—something I’d never do. My ex rated me below some random bar pickup. The shame washed over me, hot and electric, my balls drawing up tight.

“Fuck,” I whispered to the empty room, pumping furiously, the wet sounds filling the air.

It hit me hard—cum spurting over my knuckles in thick ropes, my body jerking as waves of pleasure crashed through the humiliation. I gasped, staring at the mess, still hard from the aftershocks.

Emily’s message popped up: ‘Anyway, gotta run. Talk soon?’

‘Yeah,’ I replied, wiping up with a tissue, my cock finally softening back to its pitiful state. ‘Definitely.’

As I pulled my pants up, the high lingered, that twisted thrill of being so utterly diminished. Bigger than me, but not enough. I’d be replaying her words for days, jerking off to the burn of it all over again.

 

The End.

 

 

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