SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

About every two years, my work requires volunteers for community outreach projects. This year, we were going to a facility that hosts camps for children with disabilities. It’s a great cause, and well-known in our area. The camp has a newer section that is up and running with camps all summer long, but they have an older section that hasn’t been used much in the past few years due to needing some repairs and remodeling (mostly handicap accessible toilets, wheelchair ramps, some painting, and light carpentry work)

Some of the guys I hang out with at work and I decided to go. It would be a 4-day, 3-night trip, and we would stay at the camp. We arrive, and it’s what I expected. An old, large building with numerous bunk beds, likely built in the 1960s or early 1970s. It’s labeled as the ‘Men’s Dormitory.’

I claim a bunk, get my bedding settled, and then go around the corner to the bathroom. There are a few toilet stalls and a large urinal trough. As a guy with a small penis, this is not my desired scenario, but I just figured I’d use the stalls. Then, it got worse. I walk around the urinal wall, and there is just an old-time communal shower room. I had no idea these things still existed.

There are sixteen guys in total. Four of them I’d say are friends, while the rest are just coworkers. However, we also have a few women on the trip. They’re in the ‘Women’s Dormitory,’ so don’t get overly excited about it.

We arrived that first day around 10 am. We went over the plan, and I was put on a team building ramps. The work was fine, but it’s summer and stinking hot and humid, so there is no question that we’ll need to shower. We break around 6 pm for dinner, and then hang out.

We hear from the women that their dorm is pretty much the same except for the urinal trough. We take some time to explain it to the women, and we all agree it’s awkward and should never be a thing. Then some jokes are made about getting to know each other a whole lot more, including a couple of jokes about growers and showers, and so on. All the while, I am dying inside, knowing that I likely have the smallest dick in the group.

That evening, we’re all kind of hesitating. One of the guys I don’t know well, Craig, is a little older than the rest of the group (late 50s), speaks up, and takes charge. He tells us that when he was in high school football, the coaches told them they had to shower, and they were going to have to get used to seeing each other naked. So, he had them take their shirts off, put a towel around their waists, take their pants and underwear off. Then he would point to each guy, and they would drop the towel, and all the other guys would clap and cheer. Somehow, we decided to do that too.

We’re standing in a big circle in the shower room, wearing only our towels. Craig goes first. He drops his towel, and he’s a pudgy older guy, but you can tell he was an athlete back in the day. Hanging down between his legs is an average, somewhat hairy dick about 4 inches flaccid. We clap and cheer, and he points to the guy beside me. Ashton is one of my friends. He drops his towel, he’s a tall skinny guy, and his dick is a bit longer and thicker, maybe close to 5 inches soft. And I kind of panic, his soft cock looked bigger than my hard dick.

This happens a few times. Some men are on the smaller side, around 2-3 inches soft, while others are a bit larger, 4-5 inches soft. And we clap and cheer. Craig points to James, another friend, and he drops his towel, and he can barely contain his grin. He’s about 6 ft, in his late 30s, and has a soft 6 inches with a set of balls that look like a couple of goose eggs. The room cheers loud, and he’s visibly proud. The biggest one yet.

Then Craig points to me and says smugly, “Don’t worry, no one expects you to beat that.”

I drop my towel and just look straight ahead. The room falls quiet as they all stare at my dick. Ashton kind of coughs and says, “What do we do?”

I look down, and all I have visible is my cockhead sticking out. It looks like an acorn in a pile of dog fur. Everyone is looking at me with wide-eyed, open-mouthed expressions.

Craig finally speaks up, “We still clap.”

He starts clapping, and then all the other guys give a half-hearted clap and cheer.

Then Trevor, one of my friends, says, “And let’s give Misses Runtz (he uses her name though) a round of applause too for staying with Runtz even though he is hung like a hamster!”

They laugh, and I try to brush it off, joining in with them, but my face is on fire.

There are only eight shower heads, so we break into two groups for showers. I am in the first group. I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist to get my stuff, then head to the shower room. Most of the other guys just leave their towels off.

While showering, I keep sensing that everyone is eyeing me, as if they’re expecting it to get bigger or something. Nothing overt, just little side eye glances – but maybe I was imagining it. I face the wall as much as I can, but then I turn around, and James is facing me, as he lathers up his large cock and balls. And I am just mesmerized by his size, and realize I am staring at my friend’s junk, and quickly look away.

James chuckles a little and looks around the room. “It’s okay, guys, I am used to people staring.”

Some of the other guys make comments about how big it is. One of the guys says something about making sure he never leaves his wife alone with him. Then says, “In fact, Runtz is the only guy here I trust with her.”

Followed by some more laughs and other guys agreeing with him.

Ashton is in the group, and he pipes up, “Hey guys, I am sure he’s just a grower, leave him alone.”

Over the next few days, there were some other little jokes here and there, but we kept them civil and private, just among the guys. Or, at least I thought so. Dinner on the last night is a bit of a celebration, we’re having fun, and they serve banana splits.

James and I are sitting across from each other, and Mercy, one of the girls, says she’ll grab a couple for us. A few seconds later, she puts one down in front of James and snickers as she says, “If I understand correctly, James gets the big one, and Runtz has just a little one.”

James has a large banana with two scoops of ice cream placed like a dick and balls in his bowl. I have a small slice of a banana, maybe an inch long, with two little scoops.

I suppose everyone at work is probably aware by now.

 

The End.

 

 

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