The Pitstop
By Max Swan.
I’m not a huge fan of long drives, mainly because using public restrooms or even in-store bathrooms always grosses me out. They are always filthy and, in some cases, places where deviants hang out for anonymous sex. I could never really get that particular kink. I’m not gay, and while I have nothing against anyone who is, I just don’t like it when guys accost you in parks, roadsides, and bathrooms. I don’t know why they always seem to think I’m one of them.
Anyway, here I am driving into a small town when all of a sudden the urge to piss hit me like a sledgehammer. The last time I peed was about five hours ago, and several coffees and a 600ml bottle of Pepsi Max later, nature had taken its course. On the other side of this small town, I saw a public toilet block, and, given it was just past one pm and the car park was empty, I decided to use it.
There’s another reason I don’t like using public toilets, and it has to do with peeing on public urinals. The reason this is an issue to me is that I was not blessed with a decent-sized dick. God, I wasn’t even blessed with an average-sized one. My dick is small. It is a micropenis. My hard dick is only three and a half inches long, and it’s quite thin, too. My soft dick sucks into my body and becomes an inny. It is the greatest embarrassment of my life and my biggest secret.
It is the reason I have never had a girlfriend or ever had sex before. Yes, a thirty-year-old virgin is such a pathetic thing to be, I know. Some in my family secretly think I’m gay because they’ve never seen me with a girl. Still, they don’t know the real reason, or at least those outside my immediate family. I expect my parents and siblings knew about my micropenis, but they don’t say anything about it. At least not to my face anyway.
So, if you’re reading this and you’re also a guy with a small dick, then you perfectly understand my aversion to pissing in front of other men. It’s humiliating and emasculating. When you can barely fish out a nub from your fly while you’re surrounded by men flopping out big soft cocks all around you, is not my idea of fun. God, those big floppy cocks even have stronger piss streams than me. See what I mean by emasculating?
So I did a quick U-turn and parked up the street about a block and a half from the toilet block in front of an old weatherboard home. I didn’t want to park in the parking lot outside the public toilets. This is the wimp coming out in me as I’m scared of getting robbed in places like this. Trucks and cars whizzed by on the nearby highway, and that sound dominated the surrounding landscape. It was good to stretch my legs, I must admit. I had locked my phone and wallet in the glove compartment and, as a precaution, put the key on top of the back tire. This way, when I got to the toilet block, I had nothing on me but my clothes, and who would want to steal those?
I was busting to pee by this stage and walked quickly toward the public restrooms. I crossed a small street and entered the deserted parking lot. There was a stiff breeze in my face that smelled of exhaust fumes. Spotting the men’s entrance, I ambled to it and entered. The ammonia/chlorine smell of stale urine hit me as soon as I was inside. This bathroom featured a stainless-steel urinal, two toilet cubicles, and, at the far end, what appeared to be a changing area with wooden benches lining the concrete brick walls.
I went to the toilet cubicles, the refuge for all small dick men in public bathrooms, to find both had ‘out of order’ signs hanging on them. There was a notice as well: ‘If you need to use these facilities, then please go to the Caltex Servo one KM up the highway.’ My bladder was at bursting point, so going to the Caltex Servo was not an option. However, I was alone, and so, for once in my life, I decided to pee in the urinal.
‘What harm could there be,’ I thought.
With a deep breath, I stood on the concrete plinth of the urinal and undid my zipper. I began trying to fish out my tiny dick, and to my frustration, I couldn’t get enough of it out to pee through my fly. This is why I prefer toilets to urinals, too, because I can sit and pee like a girl on a toilet and never have any worries. Well, I do sometimes have to be careful I don’t piss between the toilet seat and the toilet bowl rim. That happens because my microdick doesn’t flop down into the bowl. It points straight out. It’s so embarrassing when it does, too.
Glancing around, I decide to do what I do at home. I undid my pants and let them and my boxers drop to my ankles. I stand there fully exposed. I closed my eyes to concentrate and to get over my pee anxiety and let it go. I don’t know how long I stood like this, but my concentration was broken when I heard a zipper pull down beside me. I opened my eyes and turned my head to the right, and standing there was a young guy, maybe eighteen or nineteen, taking a piss.
There I was, pants and boxers at my ankles, fully exposed, while some teenager stood beside me. I glanced down at his cock, and it was, of course, quite large. It flopped a good six or seven inches out of his zipper — pale, uncircumcised, the piss stream heavy from the pointy tip made by his foreskin. I looked up at his face again, and he nodded to me a kind of greeting. He had dark brown hair, green eyes, and a few pimples on his face. Pimples. I wanted to die.
Then, as my piss stream finally let loose, I heard a voice behind me. A female voice. “It’s quite large, isn’t it?” the young woman asked wistfully. “I just love to watch him piss. So do you, by the looks of it.”
I turned my head to my left and saw a teenage girl standing there, probably the same age as the guy next to me, eighteen or nineteen. I gasped. The look on her face was one of pure joy, mixed with a hint of spite. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, a pouty mouth, and a curvy body framing DD-cup tits under her light sundress.
“Young lady,” I blurted. “You shouldn’t be in here.”
She laughed. “Looking at that clit you call a dick, you shouldn’t be in here, too. The Ladies’ bathroom is more your speed.”
Before I could respond, the young man said, “Aw, babe. Don’t be so mean. He can’t help what nature gave him.”
The woman laughed. “I don’t think nature gave him very much. In fact, he should turn it in for a refund.”
They both laughed.
“Please, please,” I begged, inwardly cursing my full bladder and slow urine stream. “This is highly inappropriate.”
I stood there, still pissing, as did the young man. The young woman moved beside me and bent to look at my tiny penis and balls up close. “Why are you all bald, like a baby?” she asked.
“I just prefer it that way,” I said snootily.
“Here, let me hold it while you piss,” she said, reaching for my tiny dick.
“No, don’t do that,” I begged.
But I couldn’t stop her. She pinched my dick with a finger and thumb, pointing my penis at the urinal. “God, it’s like holding a clit,” she said and giggled. “Why don’t you hold my boyfriend’s cock so you can feel what a real man is like?”
“Noooo…”
“Go on. I don’t mind…”
I gazed at the pimply young man, and he nodded, his face one big smirk. Looking at the young guy’s big cock and back to mine, the differences in size just left me gobsmacked. His large cock was spraying a steady stream of piss against the stainless steel urinal trough. ‘Fuck,’ I thought, somewhat dismayed. ‘He even pisses bigger than me, too.’
“Hold it for me,” he told me, like it was what any man would do for another, and let go of his cock.
When I didn’t immediately respond, the teen turned slightly toward me so that the stream of his piss threatened to splash onto my pants and shoes. Desperate to avoid that, I reached out and took hold of his penis.
‘Oh my God,’ echoed through my brain as I clumsily held onto this teenager’s penis, utterly stunned by what was happening. He hummed beside me, as if it were the most normal thing, as his stream weakened and then stopped. Uncertain as to what to do, I looked at him, bewildered,
“Give it a shake for me, would ya?” the teen said.
A strangled, “Whaaaa,” was all I could pronounce before the mischievously leering teen started turning his pee-dripping cock toward me.
Again, instinct and avoiding his piss had me directing his cock away from me and shaking it toward the urinal.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he murmured appreciatively. “You got real nice soft hands there.”
Drawing a startled, angry breath, I turned a self-righteous, offended glare on him. He looked directly back at me, wholly unfazed by my angry look.
“Get over it, dude. That’s a compliment,” the kid murmured meaningfully, staring me down.
Taken aback and cowed by his look, I managed to stutter out, “Oh, u-uh, s-sorry.” Then, mumbled and confused, “Th-thank-you” as I looked away, flustered.
I felt myself redden with shame for not being able to stand up to the man whose cock I realised I was still holding. As I grimaced with the realisation that I was holding onto a man’s fat cock, the girl said in an amused tone, “I think he likes touching your cock, babe. He’s got all hard now.”
I gasped. I almost forgot this young Jezebel was still holding my dick, and as I looked down there, it was. I had a three and a half inch boner. The last of my pee shot out of it.
“Is that as big as it gets?” the male teen asked with a smirk.
“Y-yes,” I muttered.
They both laughed.
“My little eight-year-old brother has a bigger stiffy than this, you poor man,” the girl said. “How old are you?”
“I’m 30,” I replied.
“God… A 30-year-old who has a 5-year-old’s dick. You really did get the short straw in the genetic lottery, Mister.”
She let go of my dick, and I let go of her boyfriend’s huge cock. Unlike mine, he didn’t get hard at all with me touching it. I went to pull up my boxers and pants, but she stopped me.
“I never said you could cover it up yet,” she said harshly. “I’m not finished playing with it yet. Tim, stand beside our babydick friend here, and I’ll take a photo. The comparison will be hilarious.”
There I was standing beside this teenage guy with our penises on display. His was a long but soft six inches, while mine was hard at three and a half inches. The contrast couldn’t be more shocking. In front of us was a pretty teen girl with her phone held aloft, taking pictures.
“This is so cool,” she giggled. “That dick is so small. God, even your balls are half the size of Tim’s.” After a few more pics, she asked me, “Are you still a virgin?”
“What?” I asked, but her question didn’t compute.
“God, are you deaf too?” she said, giggling. “I said, ‘Are you still a virgin?’”
“Um, yes,” I said, feeling my face burn.
“I figured as much. Women today are a little more picky when it comes to men, and babydick ones in particular.”
“Can I pull my pants up now?” I whined.
“Um, no. I tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you,” the girl said. “You and Tim jerk off. If Tim cums before you, I will let you fuck me, and you can finally lose your virginity.”
“Sara,” Tim said, wide-eyed. “You don’t even know this dude.”
The girl I now know is called Sara, said, “No, but I know you, babe.” She winked at him.
“What if I lose?” I asked, feeling sick to the core.
“You have to take off all your clothes and watch Tim and me fuck, like a loser cuckold with a babydick,” she declared.
My head was spinning. ‘If I win, I get to fuck this pretty teenage minx, but if I lose, I get to watch her take that rather large cock,’ I thought. ‘That sounds like a win-win to me.’
I nodded. “OK, it’s a deal,” I said.
She smiled and clapped her hands excitedly. “Goody,” she squealed. “OK, guys. Get ready to jerk off. I’m gonna film the whole thing…” She lifted her phone and started the video. “OK, begin…”
“Hold on,” Tim shouted. “We need a little stimulation, babe.” He glanced at my boner and said, “Well, I do at least.”
“OK, OK,” Sara said, and without hesitation pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the ground.
There she stood in bra and panties. Her body was so supple and firm. Nice C-cup breasts covered in a white sports bra. She also wore a thong that showed the outline of her smooth pussy lips. God, I nearly cum right there. Sara wiggled her hips seductively and said, “Happy now, guys? Now get stroking your dicks. Whoever wins my contest gets to fuck my sweet little pussy.”
So there we stood on the concrete step to the urinal, dicks in hand, well, in my case, fingers, stroking away to a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl in nothing but her bra and panties. I tried not to stroke too fast as I knew I would lose that way. Tim was fisting his meat quickly, and it didn’t take long for it to get hard. I was astounded that he grew to nine inches long. Sara had us stop for a moment so she could take pictures of both boners side by side.
“I can’t get over it,” Sara giggled, taking pictures and videos. “An eighteen-year-old boy with a nine-inch cock and a thirty-year-old man with a three-inch, um, I was gonna call it a cock, but it’s too small for that. I guess it’s a dick. A man has a cock, right? So, given I can’t call you a man, it’s a ‘dickie.’ Just like a little boy’s dickie. God, the difference is hilarious.” Sara put the phone down and said, “OK, you too. Get stroking. The winner gets to fuck my sweet teenage pussy.”
As we began jerking off, he with his fist and me with some fingers, she began videoing us again on her phone. Tim pumped his huge meat like a demon. It made a slapping/squishing noise, and I could see pre-cum forming on his purplish cockhead. Meanwhile, I was going slower, trying to edge more than jerk off. My pre-cum was leaking too. I knew if I jerked off at the pace Tim was, I’d shoot my load in a second. Sara had a hot body, a pretty face, and I did everything I could to not think about it.
But as we stood there stroking our cocks it was too much for me and with a grunt, I let loose. Wads of jizz shot out of the end of my dick, splattering onto the concrete floor. I clenched my eyes and felt the orgasm rush through me like a tidal wave hitting the beach. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had. Here in this dirty public toilet in front of these two nasty teenagers, I had shamed myself.
Sara was laughing loudly, making sure she captured every drop of jizz on video that dribbled from my pee hole. Tim stopped jerking off and smirked at me, his huge cock so hard and red. He must have been close, too. But he won and I lost.
“Aw, no fair, “ he mocked. “I wanted to see that little pecker slide into your pussy, babe. It would have been hilarious.”
“Dream on, Tim,” Sara snapped back. “Little dickie males are notorious premature ejaculators. “This was one bet I was never going to lose.”
My cheeks burned with shame. “Can I go now?” I asked pittifully. “You’ve had your fun.”
“Tch, tch, tch, now,” Sara said, wiggling her finger at me. “We had a bet. You lost. So now we all get naked, and you have to watch me and Tim fuck. So you can see how a real man does it.”
“God, you’re a kinky bitch,” Tim said with pride.
“Now, everyone get naked…”
I said, “What if someone comes and catches us?”
She laughed. “That’s half the fun of it.”
Tim and Sara are stripping off, and I reluctantly took off all my clothes too until we all stood there at the urinal naked as the day we were born. God, Sara was so hot I was getting a boner again just looking at her supple curves and firm tits.
“We can put our clothes in the toilet stalls, and then let’s go to the back. I’m not fucking on a urinal covered in loser cum,” Sara said and giggled.
I watched as she bent in front of me to put her clothes on the ground and gave me a money shot. I was mesmerized by her sweet pussy lips and tight butthole. So, I put my clothes there as well and followed them to the back of the public bathroom, where benches lined the concrete brick walls. I was under this minx’s spell.
“You sit over there facing us,” Sara directed. “And no touching your little dickie while we do it. You just watch, OK?”
I swallowed loudly and nodded.
Sara and Tim started to fondle each other while passionately kissing. She grabbed his huge cock. Her hands looked so tiny trying to grasp it. She dragged him to the opposite bench, pulling his cock as if it were on a leash attached to her hand. I shuddered to think of how humiliating it might be if we were caught doing this in public.
My dick was so hard and leaking pre-cum, already at the brink of cumming, and I hadn’t even touched it. The whole scene was unreal. I tried my best to stay quiet, hardly believing my voyeur eyes. They didn’t talk much. Sara was about to fuck her big cock boyfriend with me in the same room!
Sara was suddenly on her knees, doing her best to fit his enormous cockhead into her mouth. She licked up and down the base of his shaft. She cupped his balls and was slobbering all over his cock like a hungry monster. This went on for five minutes. I couldn’t believe he stood there taking her mouth and hands, making love to his cock like that, and didn’t cum. I realized if positions were reversed and I had won the bet, I would’ve cum in less than a minute of her sucking me like that. I felt like such a loser in that moment. So inadequate.
“Let’s do it, baby,” he moaned. “I need to cum.”
She laughed. “Sure, but don’t put in my asshole, not today at least. Not while he’s watching us. He doesn’t deserve that.”
“Don’t worry, babe. Only pussy for the loser.”
She was on all fours as she presented her bubbly, perfect butt to his raging, hard erection. He began to swing his cock against her lovely, tanned ass cheeks. I heard the slapping and was doing my best not to grab my little dick and jerk off. As I knew, I wasn’t allowed. Best to enjoy this for everything it was worth.
He parted Saral’s pussy lips and pressed his cockhead at her vaginal opening. He rubbed at her entrance to lubricate his cock before he stuck it inside. How insanely erotic was this scene playing out before my very eyes?
He pushed inside her body, and she gasped. “Oh fuck, now that’s what a man’s cock feels like. God, yes, it’s so big and hot…”
A few inches went in, and he pulled out completely. He was teasing her.
“Stop messing around and fuck me already,” Sara ordered.
He put his cock back inside her cunt, and this time he got maybe half of it in before he did the same thing and took it back out, slapping it against her butt. Her pussy was definitely ready to engulf his huge cock. The next stroke, he plowed into her cunt for all it was worth as her body lurched forward with the force. Tim leaned over her small frame, pushing his cock inside her cunt for all it was worth. She was moaning loudly as he quickened his pace, ravaging her glorious teenage cunt before my very eyes.
I guess he was set to make himself last as he pulled himself out and began to play with her ass.
“Stop that, Tim,” Sara scolded. “If you’re good, I’ll let you have my ass tonight, but not now. Not here. Our guest doesn’t get to see that. That’s just for us.”
He kissed her butt cheeks and said, “OK, I can’t wait.”
He began to work his cock back in her gaping vaginal entrance. Sara continued to moan and curse. I guess he lost control and decided to speed things up. He was soon using long, forceful strokes. His long cock was almost out, and then the next second it was buried to the hilt. Her body was quivering as she was obviously having multiple orgasms. He finally collapsed on her back, shoving his cock in as he was trying to go deeper, and Tim finally released his load. He was cumming inside her cunt. Their bodies were shaking together.
He finally removed himself, and I saw his jizz oozing from her gaping pussy and red pussy lips. I don’t know how, but I started cumming. It was a pure hands-free orgasm and a little fountain of jizz shot from my raging boner. Sara heard me grunt, looked over at me, and smirked.
“How pathetic. You just came from your own debasement,” she said. “Little dick males like you are all the same. What do you have to say for yourself?”
I grimaced. “Thank you, I guess,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn.
“For what?” she asked as Tim got off her and started to walk back to where his clothes were.
“For letting me watch and for showing me what a useless male I am,” I said.
Sara got to her feet. Jizz was dripping down her thighs, and she saw me staring. “Tim’s a big cummer. That’s what you get when you fuck a man with big kahonis. But I didn’t need to show you how pathetic you are, I suspect you already knew that, amirite?”
I bowed my head. “Yes, I did,” I said softly.
“But it’s been fun playing with you, and we’ve all cum, so I’d say you’ve done alright for a small dick cuckold.”
I looked up and gazed at her. “So, what now?” I asked.
“Tim and I are getting dressed and leaving. I want you to wait here until we’re gone, then dress and go. OK?”
I nodded.
Sara walked past me, and I sat alone in the change section listening to them dress and then leave. I waited a minute, then stood and walked to the toilet stall where my clothes were. They were gone. All my clothes were gone!
“Fuck!” I screeched. “How could I be so stupid?”
*****
I must have stood there like a stunned mullet for five minutes staring at the empty toilet stall where my clothes once were. At least I still had my shoes on, but that was not going to help me cover myself. For stupidly, I had parked not in the parking lot of the public bathroom, but a block down the road from it. All because I was worried about getting mugged.
The irony of that was not lost on me.
Then I noticed the sign that had said the toilets were out of order was also gone.
“Couldn’t be,” I mumbled and went to the toilet and pressed the flush button.
The damn thing flushed without a problem.
I had been played from the very start.
“FUCK,” I cursed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Once I calmed some, I went over to the entrance/exit of the men’s bathroom and peered out to see if I had a chance of escaping. Cars and trucks wooshed by on the busy highway that cut through this small town. I knew that if I made a run for it, I would be seen naked by some, but hopefully not enough to make a big deal about it. Even if someone called the police, I would be away by the time they arrived. Possibly in another state, as the border wasn’t too far away from here.
This was all my worst nightmares come true. Tim and Sara didn’t rob me of money. They took my dignity instead. They humiliated and shamed me and left me like this as some kinky game they played. God knows how many other men have suffered this fate. How many other men have jerked off for the sake of that twisted bet, then sat and watched those two sexy teens fuck, and then left naked to get back to their vehicles? I wondered how many men might have won that bet and got to fuck Sara’s tight teen pussy while Tim was the one to watch. It was possible.
As these thoughts were whirring through my harried mind, my nightmare suddenly grew worse. A coach filled with people suddenly pulled into the parking lot of the public toilet. People all busting to use the facilities, no doubt, and there I was, naked and alone in those facilities, ready to be caught. I was frozen in place, my body shaking and sweaty, and as I tried to decide what to do — make a run for it or hide. But as I procrastinated, old people began getting off the bus. I was trapped.
The toilets were of no use to me as they had no doors. The only place I could go was back into the change area and around the corner, hoping that none of them would come back there. I was hopeful. If these old dudes only needed to pee or shit, there would be no reason for any of them to come back to this odd changing area. Why it even existed was beyond me, but at that moment, I was grateful. I had a chance. A slim one, but a chance nonetheless.
So I went back into a corner that I thought would keep me hidden enough. I sat on the wooden slat bench, lifted my legs, and held them to my chest. A sort of sitting fetal position. This covered my groin and my face. Then I waited.
It didn’t take long before men entered the restroom. I could hear their footfalls and their conversations. There was the odd burst of laughter, too. The sound of pissing filled the place, and steady streams beat against the stainless steel trough. The inevitable complaints about the toilet stalls having no doors prompted one man to suggest they wait until the ladies are done, then use the ladies’ toilet to take a shit. Others agreed, and they left the bathroom.
It felt like I was in the clear, but I was wrong. An old man in his seventies suddenly appeared in the change area. He didn’t see me at first, but he walked to the bench, put his foot up, and began tying a shoelace. When he finished, he turned, and that’s when he saw me. He stared at me and frowned deeply.
“What the fuck are you doing there?” he asked.
A voice from the urinal area asked, “What’s going on, Hank?”
Hank turned his head to gaze at the man who asked him the question. “There’s a guy here, Jim. I think he’s naked…”
“Naked? No, shit…” Jim said, and soon he was standing beside Hank, looking at me. “What the fuck? Why are you naked? Are you some kind of pervert or something?”
Hank pointed to the ground where my jizz was lying. “Look… I think he is a pervert. He’s been playing with himself.”
“Is this how you get your kicks?” Jim barked. A sneer on his face. “Were you planning on flashing us?”
“No, please, I wasn’t planning anything,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn with shame.
“If you don’t want us to call the cops, you’d better explain yourself, son,” Hank said.
“I was robbed,” I confessed. “They took everything and left me here like this.”
Jim glanced at Hank with a disbelieving look. “Maybe we should call the cops then,” he said. “If he was robbed, they should know.”
“No. No. I don’t want that,” I begged. “Could you lend me some clothing so I can get back to my car and get outta here? Please!”
“I don’t buy it,” Jim said with a sneer. “Your jizz is all over the ground here. You’re a fucking pervert trying to get his sick kicks.”
“No, honest, I’m not…” I begged.
The thought occurred to me that if I were to tell them the truth about why my jizz was on the concrete ground, it would do nothing to help my case. I realized that everything that happened from the moment Tim stood beside me at the urinal to them leaving and taking my clothes was highly perverted, and I went along with it all. I couldn’t help myself. Watching those two fuck was absolutely amazing. Jerking off for Sara and cumming while she videoed me was awesome. Knowing she would watch that video again and again, and possibly show it to all her girlfriends, titillated me no end.
“So, show us. You’re here to show off, then get up and let us see what all the fuss is about,” Hank said with a smirk.
“Yeah, let’s see it,” Jim agreed with a nod.
“No, please…” I begged.
“Either you get up and show us or we’ll call the cops,” Hank growled.
There it was. The possibility that these two men would show me any mercy was gone. I had no choice but to endure it. ‘Better than the cops,’ I thought. ‘Not by much, but better.’ So, I stood, took my hands from my groin, and let them stare at my little dick.
“Look, he shaves his little peepee. What’s a matter, boy, don’t want to be a man?” Jim asked with a smirk.
“No, I don’t shave it, I just trim-” I protested feebly.
“You young fellas are all such pansies, all you dumb faggots as smooth as little boys. Fucking pathetic,” Hank snapped.
Suddenly, I felt like a little kid trapped by a pair of bullies on the playground. Their howling laughter had a strange echo in the public restroom, and it felt like a punch to the stomach.
“Boy, I didn’t know they came that small. Did your mama get knocked up by a midget, son?” Hank asked and laughed.
“Damn, that’s one tiny fucking dick, boy!” Jim added.
My eyes were still locked to the concrete floor. My face burned with shame.
“Bet the girls are real disappointed when they see you with no pants on,” Hank taunted.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Girls? Hank, don’t you know a pillow-biter when you see one? This little dick bitch is a homo butt-boy, or my wang is diamonds,” Jim barked hatefully.
“Yeah, I think you might be right. Why else would he be naked in a public bathroom trying to show off to other men?”
“Yeah, only a real sissy boy has a tiny little pecker like that. Sissy boys don’t need real dicks, they have fun with their ass-pussies, don’t they, boy?”
“Maybe that’s not his jizz down there after all,” Hank said, pointing. “Maybe that’s the jizz of the last guy who fucked him here.”
Jim laughed.
I was speechless and stunned by their verbal assault, so I just stammered, which made them laugh even more.
In a daze of humiliation and shame, I submitted to their verbal abuse. My acquiescence to their cruelty only seemed to egg them on. I didn’t know how much longer I could be belittled and berated like this. Still, they couldn’t get enough of it, as I lost track of their words, so dazed by the shame, I saw them make the little dick symbol with their hands. Jim suddenly grabbed my mouth, squeezing my jaw with his thick fingers, and said something about sucking cock, which woke me up.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” I shouted, and I suddenly pushed past them in a fit of panic.
I don’t know where I found the strength. But I got past these old codgers and, in a rush of adrenaline, ran out of the public bathroom into the parking lot. Without thought, I turned and headed toward my car. I heard women scream and men shout at me. They were standing outside the bus, milling about and waiting for the stragglers to return so they could continue their journey to wherever. I didn’t care anymore.
There was no way I could explain my nudity to them. They’d all just think I was a pervert, and let’s face it, I was. Thankfully, none of them chased me. I reached my car, got the key from its hiding place, got in, and left. I turned back the wrong way because I knew if I passed the bus on the highway, they’d get my number plate number and report me to the police. So I backtracked, heading away from home rather than to it.
I drove to the next town, which was about sixty miles away, all the time naked. Outside the town, I pulled off the road and climbed into the back and retrieved some clothes. It felt good to be dressed again. Then I went into the town and checked into a motel. I thought it best I lie low for the night in case the police are looking for my SUV. The next day, I returned home without incident.
*****
For weeks, I was on edge, wondering if the police would come knocking on my door. But no one came. It appeared as if I had gotten away with my little adventure. Then, out of the blue, my sister texted me a link with the words: ‘You better look at this!’
I tapped the link, and it went to a porn forum, and there I was, pants around my ankles, standing beside Tim. Both of us with our dicks out to show the ludicrous difference in size between our dicks. My phone buzzed.
‘WTF, Luke!’ my sister texted.
I was still reading the thread. Hundreds of comments belittling and berating my tiny dick. It was incredible. I got hard reading them. But I knew my sister needed an answer, and I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t lie because it was clearly me in that photo. I knew I had just to own it.
‘Big deal. I’m an adult, I can do what I like,’ I text back to her.
‘I always thought you had a small dick but not THAT small,” she replied.
‘I think it’s creepy that my sister is looking at my dick, don’t you think?’
‘ASSHOLE 🖕🤏’
She didn’t text me back after that. But my secret was out, and you know what I was glad. No more having to explain why a ‘good-looking boy like me’ can’t keep a girlfriend. No more having to pretend to be something I’m not. It was freeing. So, to celebrate my outing, I pulled my pants down and jerked off, reading all those nasty and degrading comments about my tiny dick. God, how I cum.
The End.
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