The Right Fit
By JamieDuskbane1.
[google-translator]
Chapter 1: Smaller Than My Pinkie…
Jake had a routine.
After every soccer practice, he’d linger–untying his laces slower than necessary, rehydrating like he was prepping for a desert trek, checking his phone like it held state secrets. Anything to buy time. Anything to be the last one in the locker room.
Because Jake hated showering with the team.
It wasn’t the water pressure (terrible) or the smell of cheap body wash (overpowering). It was the nakedness–the casual way the other guys stripped down, joked, shoved each other, like being exposed in front of a dozen dudes was no big deal.
For Jake, it was a very big – or should that be small – deal. He had a tiny penis; one that often retracted even further when observed.
He’d perfected the art of the towel dance–wrapping it around his waist like a sarong before shimmying out of his boxers, then keeping it clamped tight until the very last second under the spray. He timed his showers for when the steam was thickest, blurring the mirrors, hiding everything.
Today, Jake thought he’d timed it perfectly again.
The guys had cleared out, the locker room was empty, and finally–finally–he could shower in peace. No awkwardness, no towel dances, just hot water and silence. He even hummed a little as he lathered up, the steam thick enough to fog the entire room.
Then he heard it.
The door banged open.
Laughter. Voices. High-pitched voices.
Jake froze, soap in hand.
No. No, no, no–
Jake’s brain short-circuited.
The women’s team. They must’ve had the field after the men’s practice. And he–
He was still in the shower. Naked.
Panic set in. He couldn’t bolt–the showers were open, no curtains, no stalls. If he moved, they’d see him. If he stayed, they’d definitely see him when the steam cleared.
“Wait, is someone still here?” a voice asked.
Jake stood in shock, his penis was rapidly shrinking with shame and adrenaline. He recognized the voice as belonging to Jo, the team’s goalkeeper, a very attractive blonde girl in her mid-twenties.
A hand waved through the mist. “Hello?”
Before Jake could react, Jo appeared through the steam, her perfect breasts glistening with sweat.
“Oh my god!,” said Jo “Jake’s still in the showers”. A number of the other girls (in various states of undress) quickly emerged from around the corner.
“I’m sorry,” Jake was stressed “I didn’t know you’d be using them”
“Ha, it’s ok,” said Jo, observing Jake’s naked body. “Just a small issue. A very small issue”
Jack panicked, Jo must have seen his underendowment through the steam.
“OMG! That’s the smallest one I’ve ever seen,” said Emma, a curvy brunette who Jake had a crush on. “Does anyone have a magnifying glass?”
“Did it shrink in the wash?” said Briana, a tall slim defender. There were more than a few giggles at this point.
The captain, Julia — a 6’2″ defender with a full-ride scholarship and zero patience — didn’t even bother with words. She just held up her pinkie finger, tilted her head, and made a “teeensy-weensy” pinching gesture at Jake.
Jake turned off the shower.
“Hey,” said Jo “No need to stop showering, cleanliness is important little guy”
“No, sorry,” Jake said, gathering his clothes and making his way through the crowd of giggling, undressed girls “I really must be going now”
He dressed in the toilets and quickly walked to his car.
“Wait!,” a voice called out “I need to talk to you”
Looking over his shoulder he saw Claire – the team’s star striker – still in her soccer kit, making her way across the parking lot.
“I just wanted,” she said, slightly out of breath “to apologize for their behaviour.”
Jake opened his car door. “It’s fine – I just want to go home and forget about it”
“It’s really not. Jo’s already sent a picture to the group chat”
Fuck
“But I deleted it straight away,” Claire said, realising she’d upset Jake. “I want to tell you that I thought it was cute. Your tiny penis. Beautiful, infact.You have nothing to be ashamed about.”
Jake stared at the floor.”It’s going to be hard to return to training now I’ve be outed”
“I know,” said Claire, looking genuinely concerned. “I want to help you Jake, would you like to come to my flat and talk?”
******
Claire’s apartment smelled like lemon disinfectant and the ghost of microwave meals. She tossed her keys on the counter with a clatter, already peeling off her sweat-stained practice jersey as she kicked her bedroom door shut behind them.
“Wait here,” she said, removing her bra and slipping off her panties.”Don’t touch anything.”
Jake hovered near her bed–neatly made with military corners–as the shower roared to life in the en-suite. Through the cracked bathroom door, steam curled into the hallway like beckoning fingers.
Claire’s voice carried over the spray: “You’re thinking too loud out there.”
The water shut off abruptly.
Claire emerged minutes later in a cloud of bergamot-scented steam, towel-drying her hair with one hand, the other holding a crumpled t-shirt against her chest. “Your turn,” she said, jerking her chin toward the shower. “Towels are on the shelf. Use the blue one.”
Jake swallowed hard.
“I can’t,” said Jake “and I’ve already showered”
Claire sat on the bed next to Jake. “Would it help if I removed your boxers?”
“I….,” Jake mumbled “I’m not sure….ok”
Delicately, Claire reached over and slid Jake’s boxers down, revealing his micropenis.
Her eyes lit up.
“Would it be ok if I touch it Jake? It’s perfect”
“Yes” Jake gulped.
Using the tip of her middle finger, Claire made little circles around the head of Jake’s dog. It responded immediately.
“I think the little guy likes me,” Claire said, smiling. “He’s growing!”
And he was–now standing three inches tall and erect. Overcome with affection, she leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of the head.
Claire’s kisses turned into gentle sucks, which in turn became quicker and stronger in response to Jake’s twitching cock.
Too much. She could taste precum in her mouth.
“Don’t cum yet–” she murmured, but it was too late. Jake shot two huge ropes of cum down her throat.
“Fuck!,” said Jake “Sorry, that was too good”
“That was fucking hot,” Claire smiled. “I loved sucking it!”
They kissed for the first time. A long slow embrace.
Claire could feel Jake’s eyes admiring her athletic body.
“Would you like to touch me,” she reached for Jake’s hand and slowly guided it between her legs.
To Be Continued…?
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