SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

Growing up, I thought what I had was normal or at least average-sized for my age. However, once gym classes started and we had to shower afterward, I realized my error. I was way smaller than all my peers in the dick size department. Along with that came all the verbal abuse and bullying that comes with being what others consider ‘abnormal.’

I thought I might be one of those slow to catch up with the crowd (a late bloomer). However, for me, that would never come true! My life went slowly, never dating girls until late in college, and in fact, being with several guys before that first date with a girl, and well, I had to date one girl for quite a while before anything sexual happened.

The first time I was ever disrobed in front of a girl, she seemed ever so happy, that is, until her eyes peered down on my hard, skinny 4″ dick. A moment later was a burst of laughter that seemed to damage me mentally, and her mentioning she had never seen something that small just deflated both my ego and, well, my hard-on as it shriveled back nearly inside my body.

I didn’t date again for nearly six months and got myself off by sucking guys’ cocks and them sometimes, not sure if it was them feeling sorry for my lack of size, they would suck mine.

One day, I worked up the courage to ask out a lab partner. She was sort of cute, a bit heavy but not fat, and was someone who didn’t date much. To my surprise, she said yes, and we went to a drive-in movie, making out to the newest film, Saturday Night Fever. She reached down after a while and began playing with me through my pants, seeming. She paused for a moment, the first time she realized it wasn’t getting any bigger, and looked at me, and my eyes and head dropped down in shame.

She used her fingers to raise my head and told me something that brought a smile to my face, “That’s alright,” she said, “I like you, and that doesn’t matter.”

A moment later, she undid my pants, pushing them down and pulling my dick from under my underwear, beginning to play and massage my small shaft. This was the first time any girl other than my mother ever touched me. Amy, by the way, that was her name, then dropped her face down and kissed it, the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt, at least until seconds later when her lips wrapped around it and I got my first oral from a girl. We never did anything else that night other than cuddle and kiss after she finished me off. As I walked her to her dorm room, she asked if we were going to have a second date, which we did.

That next date, she introduced me to her clitoris and talked me through how to please her, and she orgasmed twice that night. After that date, she whispered to me that she wanted me to be her first, and I could do nothing but just nod.

That next date we did fuck, and for me it was terrific, but she did admit that for her it was not as good as she had dreamt it would be. We tried a few more times, but after the last one, she told me that although she liked me a lot, she needed to feel what other girls had described as being filled with a real cock.

I once again didn’t date for a while and then tried several times, many filled with a girl’s laughter or uncomfortable non-spoken disappointment with my tiny dick that I had almost given up. But I didn’t, and at 25, found a girl who wasn’t disgusted or disappointed with my size, although she did confide in me that sex wasn’t nearly what she thought it would be as I was her first, but she loved me and married me. Later in our lives, she did confide in me that she wished she had known what a normal or even larger size cock would feel like, but also assured me she would never go looking for the experience.

That Christmas, I bought three different-sized cock extender sleeves and gave her that experience. The first time I fucked her with the most normal-sized one, I thought her eyes were going to roll around in her head and pop out the back. That kind of gave me the jitters, which was a bummer. The larger one brought the same look in her eyes, and the same insecurities, the last one, kind of a King Kong cock didn’t get that look, more of an ‘oh God this hurts’ look.

In the coming months, she asked that I wear either of the first two when we fucked, and well, almost a year and a half later, she told me she found someone else, and we divorced. I have dated several women since and have had the feeling of inadequacy each time, and have at this point figured I was born to be alone as far as women are concerned, which I consider is a shame because so many women have told me that I am such a nice guy. Still, then of course there is the but!

 

The End.

 

 

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