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I had just moved to Northern Europe to study for a master’s degree and took to going to the gym down the street, which had a sauna. It was around this time that I realized just how underendowed I was. For some reason, the thought had never occurred to me. I come from a prudish part of the country, so to be confronted by so many long schlongs was quite a surprise.

At first, I was in disbelief, thinking maybe it was just the gym. But as I noticed, everyone had a longer cock than I did. And it became a kind of messed-up game, comparing myself to them. I’m about 2 inches soft and 3.5 inches hard. Almost everyone I saw had soft cocks that were bigger than mine at my hardest. I took solace in the fact that they would never know this, and I could just pretend I was a grower in case anyone asked. No one did, but I could notice that they noticed how small I was. For the first time in my life, I shaved down there to try to make myself seem larger, but it did not help in the slightest and, if anything, made me seem that much smaller.

As for the sauna itself, it was a pretty luxurious setup: a traditional Finnish sauna, plus an infrared sauna with bright lights that hid nothing (you can imagine where I spent most of my time, especially after I realized it was a coed sauna). I noticed a lovely lady with jet-black hair who would always go into the Finnish sauna. One day, without seeming too obvious, I joined her.

She was sitting upright, bare-breasted, and her towel was folded just across her lap. I knew I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the view, so I just said hello and sat down.

She said ‘hello’ back, and to my surprise, she took an immediate interest in me, but with such an angelically soft voice, I could barely hear her.

‘Where are you from? I can tell you’re not German,’ she repeated, allowing me to ask the same after I answered.

Spain reached out to shake my hand.

Now, I was sitting across from her, and it was apparent I would have to either awkwardly pick up my towel to shake her hand or just bare all. So, swallowing hard, I stood up and made my way to her. I couldn’t fail to notice her giggle as she shook my hand.

‘You can sit closer if you like,’ she said.

Of course I would like! I agreed, lying that my hearing was bad.

So, sitting close but not too close, I couldn’t help but enjoy the view. Even in the low light, I could tell she was gorgeous. Her breasts weren’t huge, modestly sized, but that was no reason to complain. I chose a spot that wasn’t right next to her, but perpendicular to the bank. We chatted a bit about how I had just moved to the area and how I was settling in. I couldn’t believe how chatty she was with me.

Then she asked me how I liked the dating scene.

I couldn’t believe it. I did my best to play it cool.

It was then that she mentioned the gay bar. Telling me a cute little guy like me would do well there.

My heart sank, and I offered her a half-hearted agreement. It was something about how she said the word “little,” putting so much emphasis on it that it cut deep. She didn’t see me as a potential partner, or even as a man. Just a fellow person who was to be fucked by men. Real men.

Just as I was working up the nerve to correct her, she slid back, allowing her towel to fall free completely.

She then stood up, showing me everything, and then she turned away, showing me her ass completely, down to her string bikini tan lines.

And then she bent forward to adjust her towel so that it was horizontal on the bank, and I was practically face-to-face with her ass.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. And that I was seeing so much of it. I was biting my tongue to keep from getting turned on.

After laying her towel out, she lay down on her stomach, facing me with a smile on her face.

And then asked me what kind of guy I was into, before telling me all about how she loved the Germans because their dicks were so much bigger than where she was from. And how nothing turned her on more than wrapping her lips tight around a giant cock, to which I could do nothing but agree.

I spent half an hour with a beautiful and completely naked woman. And all she could talk about was other guys’ dicks. Just as I was about to leave, she sat back up and rolled over onto her backside, giving me a first-class view of her waxed pussy.

I stayed until I was dizzy from the heat. It was like a humiliating fever dream. She was even sympathetic at one point, saying that it was for the best that I was gay because of how small I was. It was one of the strangest, most demeaning moments of my life. Or at least up to that point so far.

 

The End.

 

 

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