SPH Experiences: Late to the Party
By EditorEmbarrassed269.
Going to the communal showers, I couldn’t help but notice that the vast majority of men had a much thicker and longer cock than me. Mine looked tiny, especially after a workout, when all the blood was in my muscles. I felt self-conscious after a few workouts, especially when some guys looked down and had that look I grew to know—a mixture of pity, amusement, shock, and derision.
I started using the toilet cubicles before going to the showers. Ostensibly to “revive” my tiny, shriveled penis. It was about an inch long and the width of my little finger. I’d stroke it a bit, thinking of my girlfriend at the time, soon-to-be wife. It also felt quite good after the workout. My muscles were pumped, and I felt quite horny.
This became my routine. I’d stop after it was about 3 inches long and a couple of fingers wide. It was still small compared to most of the men who didn’t need to go for a wank before the showers, but at least it was ridiculous.
I should describe my cock. When fully hard, it’s 4.5 inches long. Nice and straight with a proportional head. So not exactly a micropenis, but definitely well below average. The thing I realized later was that I was quite slender. I came to understand that, for most women, girth was the main feeling. To feel stretched and full. Not uncomfortably so, but so that they felt they had been fucked. I was at most two fingers wide, at my thickest point.
All my previous girlfriends really liked it, though. Had never said anything to me. Sex was really good, and they had orgasms as I fucked them in any position. I had no reason to suspect.
In terms of seeing other cocks that would have alerted me to my small cock, I had actively avoided watching porn with cocks in it. I thought that was gay, ridiculous, isn’t it? This was thirty years ago, and internet porn hadn’t really hit yet. The freedom of choosing and not pigeon-holing your sexuality, for one kink or desire, hadn’t filtered down to me.
Down the gym, after a few years, I was looking pretty ripped. I also noticed that many of the younger guys didn’t have pubic hair. Some had little patches, others none at all, completely smooth balls, and around their cocks. It made their already impressive cocks, look even bigger.
The lesbian porn I watched and wanked to, whilst my wife was out with her friends, showed all the women with shaved pussies or landing strips. I loved it, you could really see every detail of their pussies. Whereas my wife and I had full bushes. I didn’t dare to talk to her about it. She would have thought I was weird, asking her to shave.
Then one day at the gym, a very ripped guy in his mid-twenties was standing in front of the mirrors by the toilets. He was completely naked and standing on a towel. He was pulling his big balls up and running a shaver over them.
I was a bit shocked. I’d never seen anyone do that before, let alone in public at the gym. As I approached the stalls, all three were taken. I stood waiting, just to the side of him, but could see him full frontal in the mirror, as he continued shaving his whole pubic area.
He was handling his cock, which must have been 7-8 inches long, soft, and so thick. I was stunned by its size. It must have been the biggest cock I’d ever seen. I clutched my towel over my tiny, little twig.
Acutely aware of our size difference, desperate for one of the cubicles to become free, I hide my embarrassment. As he ran the shaver up and down his enormous cock, I realized it was growing. He was taking no notice of me, but maybe he enjoyed the exhibitionism of shaving and showing off his impressive member, or the buzz of the shaver felt good. Either way, he got semi-hard. His cock grew at least another couple of inches, his foreskin started to pull back, and he got even thicker.
I thought fuck, he isn’t even fully hard yet, and he’s twice as long as me and five times the girth at least. My little nubbin retreated even further into my stomach in shame. I was literally just a piece of soft skin hanging behind my pubes. You couldn’t even see it, and here he was with a cock nearly a foot long and as thick as an aubergine.
I just wish a cubicle would open. Hoping no one could see me from the changing rooms, hiding my crotch from view with a towel as this real man got semi-hard beside me. A panicked thought went through my head. The humiliation I would feel if my towel were knocked from my hand. Me standing there with my dick that could hardly be seen, compared to this cock that defies any normality.
Finally, a stall became free, and I dived into it as fast as possible. Brushing past the guy who came out. As I closed the door, I could see him looking at Mr. Big Cock, as he washed his hands. You can’t fucking miss, I thought. I had a piss and then, as normal, started to stroke my cock, trying to get some blood into it. It was even smaller than usual and required just two fingers to get started. That felt pathetic as well, thinking Mr. Big Cock would never have to do that. He would always need two hands.
Normally, I think of my now wife (we got married a year ago) when I do my “restore” cock routine. I think of all the filthy, kinky things I would like to do with her, but we never do. Mainly, I obsessed about anal sex with her. Pushing my cock past her ring. That moment, when I finally take her anal virginity. However, at that point, there was never any hope of that happening in our marriage.
This time, though, I started to think, maybe I should shave my balls and trim my hair around my cock. It seemed to be the thing now and would make my soft cock look bigger. I thought about my wife shaving her pussy for me, and my cock swelled. I then wondered if she ever would. How could I ask her that? She was quite prudish, but I’ll talk about that in a bit. I was strangely turned on by the idea of shaving my balls and trimming my hair. My cock got even harder. Before I knew it, I had a full erection, as I looked down at my cock in surprise at my body’s reaction to the idea. I carried on stroking faster and harder. Fuck, my cock was hard. I lost all inhibitions in that cubicle and closed my eyes to think of my wife, as I came close to cumming.
Suddenly, instead of her, an image of Mr. Big Cock flashed into my mind. His enormous member resting in his left hand, as he ran the shaver up and down its wonderfully thick and smooth shaft. How it grew, before my very eyes, and his foreskin pulled back, revealing the smooth, deeper red head underneath. At that point, I came uncontrollably. The thought of that cock turbocharged my orgasm. My small 4.5-inch, slender cock is pointing straight up. It had been the hardest in a few years. Rope after rope of cum, shot up in the air, landing on the shoulder, against the cubicle wall, and finally on the floor. Now, I don’t normally cum a lot, two or three small spurts. Small cock, small balls as well. But this is at least six to seven spurts. Huge as well.
I was shocked. I didn’t know what to think. It was an awesome orgasm. One of the best I’d ever had, and I was thinking of a huge cock when I did. Am I gay, really, and didn’t know it? I was so confused. I mopped up all my cum with toilet tissue and shuffled off to the showers. Hiding my softening cock under the towel. Cum still dripping out, being caught by the towel. I had been in there less than two minutes. Not only was it one of my biggest, but also the quickest. I was extremely troubled and tried to forget it.
Over the next few days, the images of his cock kept popping into my head, at the most inopportune times. The image of me standing next to him, with a small cock being seen. People are looking shocked, laughing at me, and pointing at him and me. Also, my cock started to swell every time I did. I couldn’t understand it. The shame and embarrassment were turning me on. The realization that I actually had a very small cock was starting to percolate through.
Over the next few weeks, I started trimming my pubic hair. The shorter it got, the braver I got. I waited to do it on the days my wife went out and saw her friends. These nights out were happening 3-4 times a week. This gym class, that yoga class. Then drinks and meals. Some weeks, she was out 5 nights in a row. She was getting back later and later. I didn’t mind initially, as it allowed me to trim myself.
When doing it, handling my now smooth penis down to the base and pretty much hairless balls, the images of Mr Big Cock came flooding back into my head. I got involuntary hard quickly. In the moment and being very turned on, I swiftly stroked my cock. Imagining myself now shaved, standing next to him in front of my wife and friends. I imagined them looking at us and commenting on how much smaller I was, how they couldn’t believe how big his dick is compared to mine.
They told us to masturbate, transfixed by him and ignoring me. He cums first. Cum goes everywhere, huge streams of it. Over my cock, my wife and her friends. When I thought of his cock cumming and hitting me, I had a perfect image of it in slow motion, pumping out. Veins bulging. So hard. Then the humiliation of it hitting me, my wife looking at me with pity. Then the shame of me cumming immediately afterward, clearly turned on by seeing and feeling a real man’s cum on me. I then shoot out a few tiny spurts. My wife’s friends laughed at me and pointed, saying, “ah his tiny little dick liked being cummed on.”
At this point, I cum in real life. Really hard. I then feel guilt and shame. Why did I keep thinking of his big cock, when I got turned on shaving? And why did it turn me on to think my cock was small? Especially having people look at me, next to an enormous dick, and laugh and point? Funnily enough, out of all those things, the one that worried me the most was that my brain popped up the fantasy of being cummed on by a big cock. Which made me spurt immediately in real life! It was so degrading and humiliating. Was I gay or bisexual in reality?
I tried to analyze my feelings. I don’t fancy men in any way. Never had. Not even a little inkling. We had gay friends in our group of friends. Known them for years. Once, one of them was really drunk at a party and tried it on very hard with me. I felt nothing towards him apart from sympathy. Liking someone they couldn’t have. We’d been to gay clubs with them. On a packed dance floor. Lots of shirtless men. Just grabbing each other and me. My wife looked fairly jealous of all the attention I was receiving, still never felt anything. I was so confused.
I was starting to get a lot of free time due to my wife’s social life. I didn’t mind that we didn’t live in each other’s pockets. I was going to the gym. I was enjoying my cock looking bigger with less hair. I was actually enjoying walking to the showers without my towel over my crotch. My dick still looked small compared to everyone else’s. I was still getting the odd sympathetic look or smirk. But I started to get a buzz out of it. Proudly showing off my little dick.
After the gym, I would go home, trim my cock and balls, and have a wank. I tried to stop cumming straight away, thinking of that big cock and the scene. Watching some lesbian porn instead. It was kind of turning me on still, but my thoughts kept drifting to what I had seen at the gym and variations of my kinky humiliation fantasy I had concocted. Then one day, I clicked into male/female porn. I felt weird doing it. Do I really want to look at dicks? Well, my body told me I did. I got rock hard, incredibly quickly, watching a huge, shaved cock pumping away in a pussy. It mesmerized me. I looked down at my member and thought, fuck I am really small. I thought of mine directly next to the one on the screen, and it would dwarf me. How could I have deceived myself all those years? Thinking I had a big cock! Why hadn’t any of the women I’d been with said anything? I’d had over 10 girlfriends. All enjoyed sex with me. Or so I thought.
After about 4 months, my wife noticed the lack of hair. She asked me outright on a Saturday night. Very bluntly. She said she was feeling my balls and said, you don’t have any hair on them. We have sex with very low lights and under the sheet. She pulled back the sheet and flipped on the lights. There I was lying down, under the glare of lights. A full erection, hairless balls, and by now, I was down to a small patch above my cock. She put her hands over her mouth and started laughing. Oh my god, she said, where has all your hair gone? I’ve trimmed it. She carried on giggling and reached down to fondle my cock and balls. Running her fingers over the shaved, smooth skin. I was mortified that she had finally found out. But I knew this day would come, and I hadn’t really considered what I would say or how she would react.
Sex with her was nice, but it had become quite a standard formula on Saturday nights. We did it for about 20 minutes. She came first, then I. Quite often, as the years went by, I had to finish myself by hand, as she started cumming within a few minutes, which I thought a little strange; her orgasm didn’t last that long, a few seconds at most. She wanted to stop after that, as it became painful for her. She was always very dry, and we had to use a lot of lube. When I was finally eased into her pussy, I couldn’t really feel much. I put it down to all the lube we were using.
Lying there as she laughed at me and fondled my cock and balls, with a look of shock, surprise, and a mocking smile on her face, made me get even harder and leak precum profusely. It was dripping off my cock head and onto my stomach.
After about a minute of inspecting me in silence, she looked at the precum dripping off me and how super hard I was and said, in a slightly disgusted tone, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Showing off your shaved cock and balls? My cock twitched upward, and a squirt of precum shot out. She let out a yelp, put her hands over her mouth again, and started laughing really hard.
*****
I was so confused. The humiliation and degradation I was feeling were turning me on more. This was very close to my fantasy I had created, but without the big cock. Then my wife said the thing that made me leak even more precum. The veins on my little dick were fit to burst.
She said, well it certainly makes it look bigger. I was stunned. She had never talked about the size of my cock before and had certainly not implied in any way that she thought it was small. I asked her if she thought it was small then, and she said, “No, not all.” Just without the hair, it stands out a bit more. I believed her or wanted to believe her. Fooling myself again. It’s funny what we want to believe even when confronted with facts.
She then asked, what made you do it? I said I’d noticed more and more guys down the gym were trimming and shaving. I said I thought it looked better. Neater and tidier. She nodded in agreement, yes it does. She then asked me if I walked around the changing rooms with my cock and balls out? Everyone sees my shaved balls and little patch of hair. I said, yes most people have some form of pubic hair maintenance. She then reached back and started feeling the base of my smooth cock, running her hand up to my head, rubbing the copious amount of precum all over it. She then gently began stroking me. I groaned in pleasure. She said, wow you are so hard and look really big. Thank you, I said, it feels really good what you are doing.
So, she asked, you can see all these guys walking around with their cock and balls swinging around with no hair. I said, yeah, sure. Some are completely smooth, no hair at all. I guess they must have been waxed or had laser treatment. She asked me if they looked at me. I said sure. Her brow furrowed, so you walk to the showers with your cock visible for everyone to see? I didn’t get what she was implying at the time. I said I normally go for a pee first, which is when a few months back I saw this guy with the biggest cock ever openly shaving his balls and cock in front of the mirrors. I thought well does seem to be fairly normalized now, unlike his cock, which was freakishly large and got larger! Her eyes went wide, and she said, you stood there watching him?
Well, not on purpose. All the cubicles were full, and I had to wait. I laughed, you couldn’t miss it! It was 7-8 inches long and so thick. My wife was still wanking me. I felt her grip get a bit firmer, and she increased her pace. I thought fuck, this is kinky. I’m telling her about Mr Big Cock, whom I have cum to many times, whilst she wanks me. And it seemed like she was enjoying hearing about this big cock. She then asked me to describe his balls, what he was shaving. How smooth did it look, etc.? So how did it get bigger? I told her, as he ran the shaver up and down his huge, thick cock, either he was getting turned on by being such an exhibitionist or the vibrations from the shaver on his head made him swell.
She was fascinated, leaning into me, and started to fondle my balls. Mmm, she said, these do feel nice. Put some lube on. I reached over and squirted a lot on. She rubbed it around my balls and cock. She asked, “How far back have I shaved?” Releasing cock from her hand, I groaned a little in frustration. I was very close to cumming. For the first time in a few years, not by my own hand. She straddles her legs over me, sitting opposite. I sat up a bit, and she shuffled closer. I had a glorious view of pert boobs. Her pale, pink nipples were hard, but it wasn’t cold in the bedroom. I thought that was really turning her on. The lights were bright, and we were sitting opposite each other after she nearly made me cum. Above all, and above all, I stress, we were talking about another guy’s huge cock. Unprecedented. It was incredibly kinky and hot.
She pushed my legs apart and up a bit, inspecting my balls. Oh yes, I can see you are still very hairy further back, she commented matter-of-factly. She rubbed the rest of the lube around my balls and near my arsehole. I replied, yes I can’t really shave that. I can do that for you; you can’t have a smooth cock and balls with a hairy bum. It looks a little silly. I was stunned again. Sure, I stammered, that will be great.
She then gripped my lubed cock and started to stroke me again gently. She looked me in the eyes and said, so tell me exactly how much bigger his cock got? Describe it in detail. Whilst saying that, her hand went down to her very hairy bush and started to rub her clit. Her saying that and playing with herself made my cock jump. She must have felt it jump, getting harder.
She looked at me with a penetrating stare and said, ooh you liked that, didn’t you? A little knowing, half smile on her face. You like talking about his massive cock? Did you get turned on watching him? She started pumping me hard, increasing the pressure. At the same time, she rubbed her clit furiously. She started to leave a wet patch on the sheet. I must have looked shocked and felt myself blush. I forcibly said, no of course not. It’s hot watching you play with yourself and getting so turned on by me talking about a huge cock. We’ve never done anything like this before. She just grinned and said, sure sweetheart.
Anyway, tell me. I recovered a bit and described how it got at least two inches longer and so much thicker, like the size of a large aubergine. Now it was her turn to look shocked, no way. Yep, I said. It didn’t look fully hard yet. I reckoned it could go another two inches at least. I said the foreskin was only a bit pulled back on the head. All told, I think it might be 12 inches long, but what really surprised me was how thick it was. The girth was enormous. My wife said, no wonder he was standing there shaving it. He wants everyone to see. She then said, do you think he was gay.
I laughed, you can’t see by looking at someone, don’t be silly. She shrugged, ok so what did you do next? Teasingly, she said, Was your cock swelling up too? Quite the opposite, I said, it shrank because it was so intimidated by his. Well, thank goodness, a few seconds later, one of the cubicles became free, and I dived in there. How much did yours shrink by? Umm..I don’t know, it’s always a bit smaller after a workout. I go in there to get a bit of blood back into my cock. She shrieked with excitement and put her hands over her face again. Oh my god, you go in there to have a wank.
I went bright red, saying, ‘No, no, no,’ just to stop it looking tiny. She gripped my cock again, hard and pumped up and down. Oh my god, you went in there and wanked over his cock? Didn’t you? I can feel how you react each time you describe it. She started laughing, and I can feel it now. Then I saw the thought cross her face, the realization. Oh my god!! You wanked in there and came up with the idea of his big cock because yours is nowhere near as big. The shame, embarrassment, and humiliation were exquisite. She could feel how hard I was, as well as how embarrassed and flustered I was. I shook my head, looking dumb and caught cock handed.
Then my body took over, the whole scenario, my wife discovering my shaved cock and balls. Wanking me naked with the lights on. Mentioning my cock size. Being so interested in a big cock. Playing with her pussy. The shame of her knowing that I was turned on by a big cock. Finally, guessing I had wanked and cum to it. I spurted uncontrollably again, just like that first time. I saw the first spurt come out. Hitting my wife’s boobs as she leaned forwards. I then closed my eyes, too embarrassed to look at her.
What was the first image that popped into my head? Yep – Mr Big Cock’s dick pumping cum over mine. Two and a half times the length. Three or four times the width. Just drenching my tiny cock, as my wife watches and laughs at me. After 6 massive spurts, my orgasm subsided, and I slumped back, looking at my wife for the first time after she made me cum by humiliating me and questioning my sexuality.
I had cum over my cock, balls, and belly. She had a fair bit of glazing her beautiful tits. It was dripping down off her boobs, which she scooped off and used to rub against her pussy. I’d never seen her do that and thought she was a lot naughtier and kinkier than I would ever have imagined.
She didn’t say anything about what had just happened, but lay fully down. She opened her legs as wide as they could and with one hand started finger fucking herself, then rubbing her clit. Her pussy was soaking wet, and within a few seconds, she was using four fingers. I was amazed. It normally takes ages for me to slide into her pussy and loads of lube. I then had yet another realization. She wasn’t turned on by fucking me and my obviously small cock, as she could easily get most of her hand in her pussy with room to spare.
After a couple of minutes, she was fucking herself hard. I watched fascinated at the difference in her. All because we had talked about a big cock. Well, that’s plainly obvious to me now, I thought. To cap it off, she looked at me and breathlessly panted, what happened after you came out? She gave me a little wink at that and a sly grin. I got a little flustered again, thinking she was implying I was gay. Which didn’t really bother me, it was more that she knew I was turned on by his huge cock and mine being so small compared.
I decided to embellish the story by saying, well, when I came out, I went to the sink beside him. We were the only people in the area, apart from the people in the cubicles. I left out the part about my cock oozing cum still. I put my towel down beside the sink. He glanced over and looked at my cock. Then quickly looked away. He was about 7 inches longer than me. It was quite embarrassing for me, but thank goodness no one else was around to see the comparison. She looked at me sympathetically and said, “Ahhh, baby, yes, that must have been very emasculating.” I wasn’t entirely sure if she meant that sympathetically when she started to rub her clit faster. Really hammering it hard. I swear she was getting off my inadequacy. Then what happened? she panted. He started to inspect himself. Really running his hands and fingers over his super smooth cock and balls.
My imagination worked overtime. I said he had some lotion or oil on the counter. I didn’t recognize it. Pumped some into his hands and proceeded to massage it into his balls and cock. He was completely smooth. Tanned as well, all over, I surmised he went to nude beaches. And why not with that cock. He then squirted some more on and really started concentrating on his cock. He was literally wanking himself in front of the mirror. I could see his cock was getting harder and harder. I wonder how far he would go. It was sticking out horizontally when he finally stopped.
I could tell my wife was loving my description, which made me jealous and horny at the same time. She looked at me, raised her eyebrows, and said, “Yes, what happened next?” As she rubbed her clit furiously.
The End.
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