Chapter 1

The sun beat down on my bald head as I stepped off the plane in Munich, the early August heat already intense. As a 50-year-old British man, I was sent on a work trip — a chance to escape the dreary London life and experience the vibrant energy of a new city. I was of average build and height, but my small penis, a mere two inches flaccid and nearly six when erect, had always been a source of self-consciousness. But coming to Munich piqued my interest in visiting a Spa where I knew nudity was mandatory. I didn’t have the nerve to do it in London, but I assumed I wouldn’t meet anybody I knew in Germany. To be clear, I had not had any experience of nudity among others, except for changing rooms and with my wife or doctors. In fact, it was something I actively avoided until now because of the anxiety I have about my penis size when soft.

The hotel was a modern oasis, its sleek design a stark contrast to Munich’s historic charm. My room offered a great view of the city, with the cathedral spires reaching towards the clear blue sky. As I unpacked, I couldn’t help but think about the spas I had heard so much about, where nudity was mandatory. Relaxation was the order of the day.

The next day, I had a ‘free’ day with no meetings, so in the morning, I made my way to the spa, the warm, moist air a stark contrast to the dry heat outside. I’d done a lot of online research to find a place that best suited my wants and needs. I wanted a more inclusive place —the kind locals use, not some fancy-looking place where aesthetics were more important. The place I chose was huge with multiple saunas, pools, steam rooms, and relaxation areas. It claimed to be a sanctuary of tranquillity.

Once I’d paid my forty euros for a day pass, I went to the changing area, still unsure of what to expect. The male changing area was large and open-plan, with lockers lining the walls. The spa had given me locker 444 and a rubber wristband with a digital key built in that you pressed to the lock. I stripped off quickly and grabbed a towel from the shelf. I then went to explore, first taking a quick shower as requested by the posters displayed.

The sauna room was vast, with wooden benches lining the walls and a central platform for those who preferred to sit on the floor. The air was thick with heat, and the scent of cedar and eucalyptus filled my nostrils. The temperature was intense, easily exceeding 80 degrees Celsius, leaving everyone with a thin film of sweat that glistened on their skin. I could feel the heat penetrating my pores, relaxing my muscles, and easing the tension in my shoulders. The dim lighting cast a warm, amber glow, creating an atmosphere of tranquillity despite the oppressive heat. As I settled onto one of the wooden benches, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation and nervousness, wondering what the day would bring.

I quickly found myself in a sauna filled with ten other naked patrons. I tried to act nonchalant, but I couldn’t help but notice the glances and subtle laughs from two of the women there. Both women I guessed to be my age or a little younger, one being curvy with shoulder-length red hair, the other more athletic-looking with small, perky tits and long, shapely legs. I had a casual look around the room, and I was clearly the man with the smallest penis in the room. Being me, I assumed everyone knew it and that it would be the key attribute they thought of and associated with me.

As I sat there, trying to focus on the soothing heat, a group of three attractive German women in their late thirties and early forties entered the sauna. They were chatting and laughing, their voices a symphony of confidence and ease. To my surprise, they approached me, their eyes twinkling with curiosity. “Hello,” one of them said, her voice soft and inviting. “Dürfen wir uns hier hinsetzen?”

I hesitated, not expecting to be spoken to, then replied in English, “Hello, nobody is sitting here next to me if that is what you mean?” For some reason, I decided to keep my fluency in German a secret. I don’t know why. The woman who asked opened her towel to reveal a very nice body, tanned without tan lines, perky tits, probably a C-cup, and a shapely body atop pretty features and short blonde hair.

“You are American?” she asked as she folded her towel and sat next to me, our thighs just centimetres away from touching.

I said I was actually English, from London, in Germany for work. I was already cursing myself for sounding like a bit of a bore. She motioned for her friends to sit, and they lined up on the other side of me. The two other women were both a little overweight, but not exactly fat, both had amazing skin and no visible tan lines either, and the thing that piqued my attention was that both women had clean-shaven pussies. I only got a glimpse, but it was unmissable.

The women seemed pleased to be able to practice their English and began chatting with me, asking questions about my work. Another group of older people left the room, so it was leaving me and one other man, a fit man of about 30 with a very large penis sitting on his thigh. The original two women had their eyes flickering with amusement.

“Du bist neu hier, oder? (You’re new here, right?)” One of them asked, looking at me.

The other woman, who had already been chatting to me, said that I was English, then translated the question for me, still not realising my German was better than their English.

The other woman, the curvy one, her gaze lingering on my groin, said. “Er hat einen kleinen Freund, nicht wahr? (He has a little friend, doesn’t he?)”

My redheaded friend let out a little giggle a nodded, patting me on the knee and saying it was probably better if she didn’t translate that, causing her two friends also to smirk a little. I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. Maybe they didn’t care about my penis size, and it was a refreshing change from the reactions I was expecting. As their conversation continued, I realised that they were comparing my small penis to many of the very large ones they saw at the spa, noting the other man in the room. He, too, smiled and, I think, also got embarrassed, so stood up and left, leaving me alone with five attractive German women. Despite there now being plenty of space, they kept in their seats right next to me. As we chatted in English, the older two women continued to discuss my size in German, assuming I couldn’t understand them. They seemed amused, and their laughter was infectious.

“Er ist so klein, aber so süß (He is so small but so cute),” one of them said, her voice barely audible behind our discussion in English. “Ich wünschte, ich könnte ihn mal sehen, wenn er größer ist (I wish I could see him when he’s bigger).”

I was so keen to ‘out’ their body shaming of me, but I was finding the teasing quite a turn on. That may be, and the fact that I was sitting naked in a room with five women, all of whom I found attractive in one way or another.

The redhead introduced herself as Ann, along with her friends Maria and Lucy. They smiled at me, and I instinctively looked over their bodies in response, quickly hating myself for what was likely not good sauna etiquette. On top of this, I felt a surge of embarrassment when I caught Maria looking into my lap with a smirk on her face, something I had been expecting. Still, since she said nothing, I realised these women were treating me with kindness and respect, and I was still able to check out their naked bodies.

As the conversation flowed, I found myself becoming increasingly at ease. The warmth of the sauna, the gentle laughter of the women, and the unexpected acceptance of my body began to relax me in ways I hadn’t experienced before. Despite my initial anxiety, I felt a strange sense of belonging, a feeling that these women weren’t judging me but rather finding amusement and even admiration in my uniqueness.

Suddenly, I felt a stir in my groin, a sensation I hadn’t anticipated. My penis began to harden, growing from its usual flaccid state to its erect length of four and a half inches. I tried to discreetly adjust my position, hoping to hide the evidence of my arousal, but the woman noticed almost immediately. Their eyes flickered with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

“Oh, look at that,” Ann said with a playful smile, her gaze fixed on my growing erection. “It seems someone is enjoying our company.”

I blushed deeply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to cover myself with my hands. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Maria, a very pretty woman with wide hips and large breasts, chuckled softly. “There’s no need to be sorry. It’s natural, and we have seen it before. Unless the spa staff come along, there’s no need to hide it.”

Lucy, curvy with short dark hair, pale smooth skin, and pert B-cup tits, nodded in agreement. “Yes, it’s quite impressive how much it grows. I must admit, I’m a bit intrigued.”

Even the two older women, who had been discussing my size in German, exchanged glances and whispered to each other. “Es ist noch klein, wenn es wächst (It’s still small when it grows),” one of them said, her voice barely audible but filled with surprise.

“What are they saying?” I asked Ann, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Ann translated with a smirk, “She said she’s surprised how much it grew. They’re impressed, you know.”

I felt another surge of confidence. The women’s reactions were a far cry from the self-consciousness and anxiety I had always associated with my body. It was a refreshing change, and I found myself relaxing even more. In the past, only my wife had shown any love for my body, but she is blind, and so maybe didn’t have much to measure me against.

Ann continued, “You know, being a woman can be easier in some ways. When we get aroused, it’s usually more of a secret. But look at Maria; her nipples are pointing out hard and clear from arousal.”

I glanced at Maria, noticing the tell-tale signs of her excitement. Her nipples were indeed erect, visible for all to see front and centre, and not what I needed when trying to kill an erection. The realisation that my presence and our interaction were affecting her in such a way was both embarrassing and incredibly flattering.

The women’s openness and acceptance created an atmosphere of intimacy and trust. I found myself opening up more, sharing stories and laughter with them. The sauna, for so many years an assumed place of anxiety, had become a place of unexpected comfort and connection.

As we continued to chat, I realised that this experience was teaching me more about myself and about the beauty of human connection than I had ever imagined. The women’s kindness and their ability to find joy in the unexpected had given me a new perspective on my body and my worth. Thankfully, my four-and-a-half-inch boner did subside, and just in time for a group of old men to enter the sauna. I used this time to leave and said goodbye to the three ladies I had been chatting with. They said they might see me elsewhere, and I left, placing my towel over my shoulder like the other men I had seen, not covering up as I had initially.

As the conversation flowed, I found myself relaxing, enjoying the banter and the sauna’s warmth.

The other two women assumed I didn’t speak German, and they continued to make fun of my size, their words laced more with humour and affection than with rudeness, I reflected. They were even guessing how big I might grow. I played along, feigning ignorance, but inside, I was thrilled. It was a unique experience, one that made me feel both vulnerable and empowered.

*****

Chapter 2

As I left the sauna, I found myself wandering towards the communal shower area. The tiles were slick and cool beneath my feet, a stark contrast to the sauna’s intense heat. I stepped under a central shower head, where three other men were already rinsing off. Two of them had penises that were noticeably larger than mine, even in their flaccid states. The third man, however, had a penis that was truly impressive, more akin to something you might see in a porn film. It hung heavily between his legs, a sight that both awed and intimidated me. It must have been eight or nine times as large as mine, and significantly thicker, like a tennis racket handle.

Just as I was trying to avert my gaze discreetly, Ann entered the shower area. She moved with a confidence that was both alluring and slightly unnerving. As she stepped under the spray, her body glistened with water droplets, highlighting her curves and the subtle movements of her muscles. She caught my eye and offered a playful smirk, her gaze flickering between me and the other men. Leaning in close, she whispered, “You know, your little dick makes them look so much bigger, even the two with an average size. It’s quite impressive how confident you are for a man so short in the dick department.”

I felt a flush of embarrassment, a mix of emotions that left me speechless. Ann continued to lather up, her hands gliding over her skin with a sensuality that was hard to ignore. I found myself marvelling at her body, the way the water beaded on her skin, and the way her hair clung to her shoulders. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated admiration, and I couldn’t help but feel a stir of arousal. I realised I was just watching her at this point, her hands rolling over her large breasts down to her clean-shaven pussy, then around to her back. She caught me looking, but it was clear she was okay with it, a friendly smile I interpreted as ‘go ahead and look, I don’t mind’. The other three men soon finished and left, Ann’s eyes following the massive appendage of the last man as it swung from side to side with his confident steps. She did not attempt to hide it either, and he gave her a little smile as he rounded the corner towards the pool area.

“If I were ten years younger!” she said with a smile.

I was starting to get another erection, so I decided that leaving the shower was going to save me from any more embarrassment with this woman. I went to pee. It was only a small space with two urinals, and a guy who entered right ahead of me took one. I nearly wimped out and used the cubicle, but since I’d been so naked already figured that was stupid. I found myself standing at a urinal next to a very tall and skinny black man. His pee flow seemed immense, and my stupid man brain couldn’t help but look over a little. He was enormous down there, like even bigger than the guy in the shower. Thick and veiny and peeing like a racehorse, as the saying goes. I think he noticed me glance over and must have done the same, as I heard him grunt like an ‘oh fuck, dude’ moment. Looking down at my own appendage, using thumb and forefinger, I really did feel inferior to this guy. He finished and left, and I realised I hadn’t even started to pee yet. It was coming on the moment he started to wash his hands.

With that little humiliating moment over, I wanted to regain some confidence and enjoy the facilities, so I decided to explore the steam rooms, selecting the first one I came to, which was labelled ‘coolest.’ The air was thick and heavy, filled with a mist that clung to my skin. As I stepped inside, I saw Ann already there alone, sitting on a bench with her elbows resting on her thighs and leaning forward, moisture almost pouring off her. When I entered, she pointed to the bench opposite, suggesting I sit there so we can talk some more and she can practice her English. She asked me about my work, my home, and my wife (she’d clocked my wedding band earlier). I told her about my work, living in London, my wife being blind from birth, and other chit chat.

As we talked, I noticed her sit back, exposing her large breasts, still firm despite her age, which was, based on how old she was when the Berlin wall came down, probably 44. I was trying to be a good naturist man, but couldn’t help but steal glances at her chest. Then, over a period of four or five minutes, I noticed her legs were no longer clamped together, spreading wide open, displaying her without a hint of modesty. The sight was both shocking and incredibly arousing. I could see the glistening folds of her sex, the way her body was on full display, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to my groin. My penis began to harden almost immediately, a response that I couldn’t control. Don’t ask me what we were discussing at this point, as I have no recollection.

Ann noticed my reaction and let out a soft laugh. “It makes me feel powerful,” she said, her accented voice lowered to barely above a whisper. “Being able to do this, to make you react like this. It’s intoxicating.”

I sat opposite her, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but the sight of her was too much. The steam swirled around us, creating an intimate and almost surreal atmosphere. I could feel the heat building in my body, a mix of the steam and my own arousal. Ann’s gaze was intense, her eyes locked on mine as if daring me to look away. I just had to — I was sure she wanted me to look, and I really wanted to. I was mesmerised at how amazing her shaved pussy looked, sweat and moisture dripping around the folds. If I was making a mistake and she was going to be angry, I was still unsure, but she put my mind at rest when she simply asked me bluntly.

“You like my Muschi?”

I nearly choked on my own breath at her brazen words. Muschi, meaning pussy in German, though when learning the language, I only associated it with the animal. She laughed at my fumbling English mannerisms and pushed for an answer. I pointed to my erection and said It was clear I did. She then lifted her feet onto the bench and shuffled forward slightly to give me the most unobstructed view ever. I was mesmerised still and had to resist the desire to just starting to wank myself off there and then.

At that moment, we saw three people on the other side of the frosted glass door removing their towels or robes, giving me just a few moments to jump up and slide past three old men in their 70s, fairly confident they had not seen my protruding penis, one of the few bonuses of being ‘small,’ I guess?

*****

Chapter 3

Out in the open corridor, and feeling the need to hide my growing erection, I make my way to the Jacuzzi area. There was one very large one with a few people scattered in and two much smaller ones for two or three people on a raised platform, both empty. I chose the small ones and felt the temperatures with my hand. One was actually a cold plunge, the other a perfect temp with good, powerful bubbles.

I climbed the small steps and lowered myself into the water, realising I should have showered, but it was too late now. The water was warm and bubbling, a soothing contrast to the intensity of the steam room. As I settled in, I really started to relax; the Jacuzzi had always been my favourite spot in any spa. A good ten minutes passed in a relaxing blur, the wall clock almost ticking backwards in my mind.

From nowhere, Ann, Maria, and Lucy joined me, each one stepping in and giving me an unobstructed view between their legs as they hitched their legs over the lip and slid into the bubbling water. The Jacuzzi was small, and I found myself squashed up against Maria and Ann, their bodies pressing against mine in a way that was both comforting and incredibly arousing. I had assumed this was for couples, not for four, so we were very snug in there. The sensation of their naked bodies touching mine, random feet and knees knocking into mine, it was more than I could handle not to get another erection. Because we were slotted in so tight, I had moved my arms behind to make more space, resting them on the edge, my hands behind Ann and Maria’s heads. In turn, they rested their hands on my thighs, seemingly out of necessity, their touch light and teasing.

“How is our little friend?” Lucy asked, a wry smile on her face.

I said I was fine, and the women all let out stifled laughs.

“I think she was referring to between your legs!” Maria clarified, and I chuckled nervously.

“I’m so aroused,” I confessed, my voice low and husky. “My dick is ready to pop.”

The women exchanged glances, their eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of mischief. “We love to come in here and tease the men,” Ann said, her hand moving slightly higher on my thigh. “Many German men are too well-mannered, but foreign men like you are so much easier to tease.”

Maria chuckled, her breath warm against my ear. “It’s fun to see you squirm. You’re so responsive, and it’s adorable.”

Lucy, who had been quiet until now, added, “Yes, and you’re so open about your lack of manhood. It’s refreshing. When a man with a small penis shows confidence, I think he should be teased, but also maybe rewarded?”

I felt a sense of not belonging, as if I had landed in a different land. As the women continued to tease me, their laughter and playful banter filled the small Jacuzzi.

“You know, I’ve seen some impressive specimens here,” Ann said, her voice laced with amusement. “There was this one man whose penis was so large it practically touched his knee. It was like something out of a fantasy.”

Maria nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, and the way it swung when he walked! It was hypnotising. I could watch that all day.”

Lucy chimed in, “And the best part? They always seem so proud of themselves. Strutting around like peacocks, showing off their assets. Assuming every lady wants them!”

Ann turned to me, a playful smirk on her face. “You, on the other hand, are so modest. It’s almost cute how you try to hide your little dick.”

I felt a flush of embarrassment, but also a strange sense of joy. Their teasing, while somewhat mocking, was also filled with a kind of affection that I hadn’t expected.

Ann’s hand, which had been resting on my thigh, began to move. At first, it was just the tip of her nail, lightly tracing the length of my erection. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to keep my composure, but it was nearly impossible. Her touch was feather-light, almost teasing, as if she was testing the waters.

Then, her finger joined in, gently stroking the length of my penis. The water around us seemed to intensify the sensation, making every touch feel amplified. I let out a soft moan, unable to hold back my response.

Maria and Lucy watched with amusement, their eyes locked on Ann’s shaking shoulder and my reaction. “Look at him,” Maria said, her voice low and husky. “He’s so responsive. It’s like he’s been starved of touch for years.”

Lucy nodded, a wicked grin on her face. “And the best part? He’s so open about it. No shame, no pretence. It’s refreshing. Plus, I only need two fingers to make this work!”

Ann, emboldened by their encouragement, began to use her thumb and forefinger to gently stroke my erection. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment that left me breathless. I could feel the pressure building, the need for release growing with each stroke.

“Ann, what size do you prefer?” Maria asked, her voice casual as if we weren’t in the middle of something incredibly intimate.

Ann paused for a moment, considering. “I think a happy medium is best. Something impressive, but not so large as to be uncomfortable. Not so small that I can’t feel it. You?”

Maria shrugged. “I like variety. A small one can be cute, and a large one can be exciting. It’s all about the context and the man behind it.”

Lucy laughed, a sound that was both playful and slightly naughty. “I agree. And let’s not forget, confidence is key. A man who knows how to use what he has, regardless of size, is always the most appealing.”

As they continued their conversation, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of sensations. The teasing, the touches, the open discussion of their preferences, it was all so new and exciting. I felt a sense of belonging, of being accepted for who I was, flaws and all. And in that moment, I knew that this experience would stay with me for a long time. But at that moment, my dick was actually ready to blow, and I had no control. My arms were locked behind me, and Ann was moving her fingers painfully slowly. When I tried to use my hips to hump her fingers, she stopped and pinched my thigh, effectively telling me not to do that.

I then just blurted out that I might lose control and cum at any moment. All three women stood in unison, pulling me up with them, the water bubbling away just below our groins. Here I was naked and hard as a rock with three sexy women boxing me in. I lost all shame. I just stroked myself and in four strokes was over the top, shooting cum into the bubbles, my actions shielded from the rest of the spa by my three naked companions. I instinctively reached out to steady myself and found my hand groping Maria’s right breast. Still, she didn’t object as I had an incredibly powerful orgasm.

The ladies gave me a little round of applause and said in German, “Das war so viel Spaß, den kleinen Mann zu necken. Mit all diesen großen Schwänzen und selbstbewussten Typen Spaß zu haben, ist auch lustig, aber das war auch Spaß! Armer kleiner Mann. Ich wette, er wünscht sich, er hätte zwanzig Zentimeter oder mehr, aber er muss sich mit zehn begnügen! (That was so much fun teasing the little man, doing it to all those big dick confident guys is fun, but this was fun too! Poor little man. I bet he wishes he had twenty centimetres or more, but has to make do with ten!)

I replied with a smile in my very good German, “Ihr drei seid sehr naughty Frauen, aber ihr seid alle so sehr sexy, und ich störe mich nicht daran, dass ihr euch an mir vergnügt habt. Ich hatte auch Spaß, und es ist ein Tag, den ich nie vergessen werde. Auch wenn ich nur zehn Zentimeter habe – also eigentlich elf und einen halben Zentimeter – und ja, ich spreche Deutsch! (You three are very naughty women, but you are all so very sexy, and I don’t mind that you took advantage of me to have fun. I, too, had fun and it is a day I will never forget, even though I only have ten centimetres, well it’s actually eleven and a half centimetres, and yes I do speak German!)”

Maria was now the one blushing. I laughed as they walked away, leaving me to enjoy the spa for another hour before I needed to leave.

The End.

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