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Looking back as a kid growing up I can remember thinking about the first girl in our 5th grade who got boobies and the mostly negative attention she got. And that by the time she was in the 8th grade that extra attention was now very much positive and gave her a power over the boys that few of the other girls could compete with. I also remember that one boy who in the 7th grade could bend his erection down and it was nearly to his knee. He never passed up a chance let somebody see it and even the teachers sorta treated him differently. And then there was me. I was the kid with the little dick. It was even little when we were kids. Basically, it’s just a little dick and balls. It looks exactly like a big one, except it’s not. It’s around an inch when soft and a little less than 4 when hard, perfectly in proportion, which, apparently, is its most distinguishing feature, aside from being small, of course.
Because of sports, camping trips, sleepovers, swimming in the river and all the other sorts of things that kids do, my condition was fairly well known in my school and small town. There were times where things were completely normal and other times where I was the butt of jokes for years, including being setup by the homecoming queen where I was caught with my pants down and all the cheerleaders and drill team dancers came rushing in to see me in all my glory.
Needless to say, my youth was mostly dominated by my small penis, I yearned to go to a college where nobody knew me for that smallest part of me, I just wanted to be known for anything else. It turns out, I was a pretty smart kid and was able to get a scholarship to a small academic college that NO ONE from my high school or small town had ever heard of or would be attending.
In college, I stayed far away from sports and really focused on academics. I received a grant and attended graduate school where I was also a TA for one of the notoriously difficult professors in a weed-out calculus class. This meant I had a fair opportunity to spend time with freshmen girls, even in a study capacity, something I hadn’t done much of, even as a freshmen. Now, I was older and seasoned and my genuine sincere demeanor had an effect. I was starting to get attention from attractive girls, something I had never had before. One, in particular, caught my eye. Susan Floyd was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and she had the most gentle way about her that made her seem like an angel on earth.
As students were filing out after a lecture I was approached, “Tom, I know you have given private tutoring to a number of the other students and you won’t make an appointment with me. What is the problem? Do I have to complain to somebody?” “Ah, Miss Floyd,” I stammered. “uh, you see, uh, could you come to my office to discuss this?”
“So, what did you want to tell me?” “It’s just that, uh, you remind me of the prettiest girl in school back home and let’s just say, that isn’t really a good memory.” “Well”, she started, “I’m not her. I don’t know what she did, but I just want some help with differential equations. Can we do that?” She added with that bat of her eyes. Now, Susan is the epitome of the farmer’s daughter. She’s 5’9”, was raised on a farm doing farm chores. In high school, she was the head cheerleader in the fall and the star of the track team in the spring. She had blonde hair down her back, the softest blue eyes, and the smile to match. “of course, I’m so sorry for letting my own ridiculousness get in the way,” I told her.
“It’s, no problem, now that you’re helping me. By the way, those 3 sorority girls who sit behind me keep talking about taking turns blowing you behind the lectern. They’re pretty cute, so if it’s that sort of attention that interests you, you should know, it’s available to you.”
“um, actually, that’s the sort of girl I was looking to avoid, honestly- not that I thought that you were, or are uh… It’s just that you’re so pretty, perfect actually, and well, my experience is that girls like you like guys who aren’t me and make fun of guys like me.”
“What do you mean, guys like you? I’m pretty sure that most of the girls in our class would pay to see you naked, you’re really kinda cute, I don’t even get what you’re shy about.”
“Oh My God. That’s just it” I put my head in my hands. Susan just looked at me bewildered. “I don’t understand,” she said.
“I know and I don’t really want you to, because then it will just start up again.”
“What in the world do you mean? I’m not going to start anything. I already told you, you’re cute, I like you, I want you to help me, why would you think I would ‘start’ something? Start what?”
“So you were like, prom queen, homecoming queen, that sort of thing, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you dated the football captain or whoever was the biggest stud in school, right?”
“Yes, well, sort of, uh, yes.”
“Did he have a bid dick?”
“WHAT?”
“He did, didn’t he? It was big and he was proud of it, right?”
“Yes.”
“And so were you, right? I mean, it was probably the biggest one in the school and it was your boyfriend and everybody knew it, right?”
“Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me. Yes, he had a huge dick, it was bigger than his brain, only matched by his ego. He loved to brag about everything we would do with it to anyone who would listen, except for one important thing… We never got further than a handjob because I couldn’t do anything with it and he was trying to cram it in me every which way, when there was no chance of fitting that thing inside me. So I got a reputation as basically a porn star slut for all the things everyone thought we were doing when the truth was and IS that I am a virgin. So don’t go telling me about how I loved that big dick”
“oh. I see. Well, was there some kid that they made fun of in the locker room because he had a tiny dick?”
“Yes.”
“In my school, that was me.”
“Oh.”
“Should we do some calculus now?”
“I think that’s a good idea”.
From there we just got to work. We didn’t talk about our past anymore but we did continue the tutoring sessions and Susan had worked her way up into a solid B, with an outside shot at an A, depending on her final. As she walked into the final exam, Susan came over to me and said, “If I get an A in this class, you will buy me a celebratory pitcher!” “Deal! “ I responded. We had shared a few meals here and there in the course of our tutelage but that was more out of convenience than anything else, and certainly there had been no drinking.
“Bottom’s up!”
“Wow! 3 shots of tequila and a pitcher of beer… Considering I don’t do this much, I’m feelin’ it”
“Me, too! And that reminds me…”
“About…”
“I want to see it.”
“You want to see wha….oh, that. Really? You don’t seem the type to go around giving people a hard time, so why would you want to do that to me?” I asked her disgustedly.
That was the first time I really saw her mad. “Look, I already told you that I was pretty much shamed out of my own home town because every time I went anywhere people would point and snicker and I’d hear whispers about me and my donkey dick boyfriend and how I must love getting nailed by that thing. And one of my mom’s friends even asked me how I got used to putting something huge like that in my ass! In front of my mom! Honestly, the truth is, since you first told me about, um, yourself, I really haven’t been able to think about anything else. It’s driving me crazy. It’s really the first time I’ve been able to think about a penis without loads of trepidation. And so I’ve been horny for weeks and if you won’t cooperate with me I swear to God I’ll strip down right here and fuck the first cock I see, or try to, anyway”
We actually ran the 3 blocks to my dorm. Being a grad student meant I had my own room. When we got there I asked her, “How do you want to do this?” She just looked at me like I had just said the dumbest thing ever. I knew it must’ve been dumb because I was feeling quite useless for not knowing why I was dumb, or at least what had proved it. That’s when she first put her lips to mine. It was the softest, sweetest nibbling kind of kiss. Then she pushed me back into a chair and said, “I’ll go first.”
In truth, I hadn’t really given her body much thought, I could never get past her eyes and that smile, and even if I had, then it would be thoughts of sex, which would mean her seeing me naked, which would mean no sex, so there’s no point in thinking about her body. And yet, I was about to see her undress.
She wasn’t really dressed for a strip tease and just pulled off her sweater before kicking off her shoes and slipping out of her jeans. So there she was in a skimpy bra and thong that she had bought for the occaision. “Well?” she asked.
“Um, you know you have really pretty feet.”
“I’m standing here almost naked and THAT’s what you want to tell me?”
“No. I’m sorry, well, not sorry, they ARE really pretty, but, like you really are so totally beautiful, and sweet and at the same time none of this makes sense to me and I keep thinking it’s too good to be true, so something must be up”
“You really are a piece of work, you know that?” she said as she quickly unsnapped her bra, pulled off her panties and threw them at my face. “Can’t you see? I don’t want to hurt you. I’m naked for you. Will you let me undress you?”
At this moment, I was more nervous about her seeing me than I was excited about seeing her. I stood there while she unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off me and let her hands graze my sides oh, so tantalizingly. Then she unbuttoned my fly and pulled down the zipper then started to ease my jeans down gently so they wouldn’t pull down my tighty whitey’s with them.
So there I was, in just my underwear with my little pup tent now clearly visible without any jeans to hide behind, right there in front of a naked woman who was intent on having me join her in that state. This was about to either be the best or worst day of my life.
Down came the briefs and there I was in my 3.75 inches of glory just for her. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, then back out and said, “is it ok?”. I think my response was, “oh, God”. She bobbed her head a couple of times and then licked up and down the shaft and around the head, that was all I could take, I started cumming and cumming, on her face, her tits it seemed to go on forever, then I just collapsed on the bed.
She said, “Now, that we got that out of the way, we can take a look. “ She got between my legs and started really looking at my little member, holding it between her fingers and moving it around. “This”, she announced with finality,” is the most beautiful little penis. It’s simply perfect. It’s all in proper proportion, mushroom head, it’s just beautiful and….. I can fit it all into my mouth.” Which she then did. I gave her my first load almost immediately, and it was a big one, at least for me.
One advantage to having such a small machine is that, I guess it doesn’t take much blood to pump it up. I don’t really have a refractory period. Once I’m hard, I can usually bang out 3 or 4 shots before the little guy goes to sleep. She played and licked around for a couple of minutes more and said, “I’m ready, can I be on top?” With that she lay on me, body to body, she was warm and soft and WET! I could feel her wetness as she rubbed her body on mine, her pussy touching me and leaving the proof of her excitement. After a few minutes of this she sat up to position herself, then holding me with one hand she lowered her self onto me. I couldn’t believe how warm and wet and wonderful she felt, I was already nearing the point of no return again, can you blame me? This was all happening so fast now. She lifted up and lowered again, this time I felt the end of my disk hit something, and she made a noise that sounded like she hurt. I looked at Susan’s face and her eyes were closed and her teeth gritted together and she grunted again and I noticed that the hand that was holding my shoulder was digging in hard. Then she started spasming and shaking and moving just enough that I lost my second load. She thrashed about for a couple of minutes until she collapsed on top of me.
“oh my god!” she said, “I think you’re the perfect size to tag me in my g-spot, I’ve never felt anything like that. Let’s do it some more!” With that, she lowered herself again but stopped just short of the ‘bump’. “Mmm… this is nice.” I couldn’t believe it! My little dick was making this beautiful woman feel pleasure! I had pretty much resigned myself to a life of porn and masturbation, with maybe a hooker thrown in here and there as my sexual future. And, instead, I had the most beautiful girl I had ever known pleasuring herself with my DICK! Having already shot twice, I had a bit of staying power, I was actually fucking this time. “I’m gonna go all the way down again and see what happens.”
Bump, I felt the end hit again. She started grunting and shaking again, this time I could really feel her pussy squeezing me…..and… I went for a third time. This time she collapsed beside me and we were both breathing hard and just looking at each other.
“So, my little precious there(that’s what she named my penis on the spot)lines up perfectly with my g-spot, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did, because I plan on doing this a lot”
Um…. ME TOO!!!
In this next chapter, Susan extolls the virtue of my massages to her x-country team and I end up becoming the trainer/masseuse for the women’s cross country team!
Just need some back and forth to keep going...
Looking back as a kid growing up I can remember thinking about the first girl in our 5th grade who got boobies and the mostly negative attention she got. And that by the time she was in the 8th grade that extra attention was now very much positive and gave her a power over the boys that few of the other girls could compete with. I also remember that one boy who in the 7th grade could bend his erection down and it was nearly to his knee. He never passed up a chance let somebody see it and even the teachers sorta treated him differently. And then there was me. I was the kid with the little dick. It was even little when we were kids. Basically, it’s just a little dick and balls. It looks exactly like a big one, except it’s not. It’s around an inch when soft and a little less than 4 when hard, perfectly in proportion, which, apparently, is its most distinguishing feature, aside from being small, of course.
Because of sports, camping trips, sleepovers, swimming in the river and all the other sorts of things that kids do, my condition was fairly well known in my school and small town. There were times where things were completely normal and other times where I was the butt of jokes for years, including being setup by the homecoming queen where I was caught with my pants down and all the cheerleaders and drill team dancers came rushing in to see me in all my glory.
Needless to say, my youth was mostly dominated by my small penis, I yearned to go to a college where nobody knew me for that smallest part of me, I just wanted to be known for anything else. It turns out, I was a pretty smart kid and was able to get a scholarship to a small academic college that NO ONE from my high school or small town had ever heard of or would be attending.
In college, I stayed far away from sports and really focused on academics. I received a grant and attended graduate school where I was also a TA for one of the notoriously difficult professors in a weed-out calculus class. This meant I had a fair opportunity to spend time with freshmen girls, even in a study capacity, something I hadn’t done much of, even as a freshmen. Now, I was older and seasoned and my genuine sincere demeanor had an effect. I was starting to get attention from attractive girls, something I had never had before. One, in particular, caught my eye. Susan Floyd was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and she had the most gentle way about her that made her seem like an angel on earth.
As students were filing out after a lecture I was approached, “Tom, I know you have given private tutoring to a number of the other students and you won’t make an appointment with me. What is the problem? Do I have to complain to somebody?” “Ah, Miss Floyd,” I stammered. “uh, you see, uh, could you come to my office to discuss this?”
“So, what did you want to tell me?” “It’s just that, uh, you remind me of the prettiest girl in school back home and let’s just say, that isn’t really a good memory.” “Well”, she started, “I’m not her. I don’t know what she did, but I just want some help with differential equations. Can we do that?” She added with that bat of her eyes. Now, Susan is the epitome of the farmer’s daughter. She’s 5’9”, was raised on a farm doing farm chores. In high school, she was the head cheerleader in the fall and the star of the track team in the spring. She had blonde hair down her back, the softest blue eyes, and the smile to match. “of course, I’m so sorry for letting my own ridiculousness get in the way,” I told her.
“It’s, no problem, now that you’re helping me. By the way, those 3 sorority girls who sit behind me keep talking about taking turns blowing you behind the lectern. They’re pretty cute, so if it’s that sort of attention that interests you, you should know, it’s available to you.”
“um, actually, that’s the sort of girl I was looking to avoid, honestly- not that I thought that you were, or are uh… It’s just that you’re so pretty, perfect actually, and well, my experience is that girls like you like guys who aren’t me and make fun of guys like me.”
“What do you mean, guys like you? I’m pretty sure that most of the girls in our class would pay to see you naked, you’re really kinda cute, I don’t even get what you’re shy about.”
“Oh My God. That’s just it” I put my head in my hands. Susan just looked at me bewildered. “I don’t understand,” she said.
“I know and I don’t really want you to, because then it will just start up again.”
“What in the world do you mean? I’m not going to start anything. I already told you, you’re cute, I like you, I want you to help me, why would you think I would ‘start’ something? Start what?”
“So you were like, prom queen, homecoming queen, that sort of thing, right?”
“Yes.”
“And you dated the football captain or whoever was the biggest stud in school, right?”
“Yes, well, sort of, uh, yes.”
“Did he have a bid dick?”
“WHAT?”
“He did, didn’t he? It was big and he was proud of it, right?”
“Yes.”
“And so were you, right? I mean, it was probably the biggest one in the school and it was your boyfriend and everybody knew it, right?”
“Fuck you. You don’t know anything about me. Yes, he had a huge dick, it was bigger than his brain, only matched by his ego. He loved to brag about everything we would do with it to anyone who would listen, except for one important thing… We never got further than a handjob because I couldn’t do anything with it and he was trying to cram it in me every which way, when there was no chance of fitting that thing inside me. So I got a reputation as basically a porn star slut for all the things everyone thought we were doing when the truth was and IS that I am a virgin. So don’t go telling me about how I loved that big dick”
“oh. I see. Well, was there some kid that they made fun of in the locker room because he had a tiny dick?”
“Yes.”
“In my school, that was me.”
“Oh.”
“Should we do some calculus now?”
“I think that’s a good idea”.
From there we just got to work. We didn’t talk about our past anymore but we did continue the tutoring sessions and Susan had worked her way up into a solid B, with an outside shot at an A, depending on her final. As she walked into the final exam, Susan came over to me and said, “If I get an A in this class, you will buy me a celebratory pitcher!” “Deal! “ I responded. We had shared a few meals here and there in the course of our tutelage but that was more out of convenience than anything else, and certainly there had been no drinking.
“Bottom’s up!”
“Wow! 3 shots of tequila and a pitcher of beer… Considering I don’t do this much, I’m feelin’ it”
“Me, too! And that reminds me…”
“About…”
“I want to see it.”
“You want to see wha….oh, that. Really? You don’t seem the type to go around giving people a hard time, so why would you want to do that to me?” I asked her disgustedly.
That was the first time I really saw her mad. “Look, I already told you that I was pretty much shamed out of my own home town because every time I went anywhere people would point and snicker and I’d hear whispers about me and my donkey dick boyfriend and how I must love getting nailed by that thing. And one of my mom’s friends even asked me how I got used to putting something huge like that in my ass! In front of my mom! Honestly, the truth is, since you first told me about, um, yourself, I really haven’t been able to think about anything else. It’s driving me crazy. It’s really the first time I’ve been able to think about a penis without loads of trepidation. And so I’ve been horny for weeks and if you won’t cooperate with me I swear to God I’ll strip down right here and fuck the first cock I see, or try to, anyway”
We actually ran the 3 blocks to my dorm. Being a grad student meant I had my own room. When we got there I asked her, “How do you want to do this?” She just looked at me like I had just said the dumbest thing ever. I knew it must’ve been dumb because I was feeling quite useless for not knowing why I was dumb, or at least what had proved it. That’s when she first put her lips to mine. It was the softest, sweetest nibbling kind of kiss. Then she pushed me back into a chair and said, “I’ll go first.”
In truth, I hadn’t really given her body much thought, I could never get past her eyes and that smile, and even if I had, then it would be thoughts of sex, which would mean her seeing me naked, which would mean no sex, so there’s no point in thinking about her body. And yet, I was about to see her undress.
She wasn’t really dressed for a strip tease and just pulled off her sweater before kicking off her shoes and slipping out of her jeans. So there she was in a skimpy bra and thong that she had bought for the occaision. “Well?” she asked.
“Um, you know you have really pretty feet.”
“I’m standing here almost naked and THAT’s what you want to tell me?”
“No. I’m sorry, well, not sorry, they ARE really pretty, but, like you really are so totally beautiful, and sweet and at the same time none of this makes sense to me and I keep thinking it’s too good to be true, so something must be up”
“You really are a piece of work, you know that?” she said as she quickly unsnapped her bra, pulled off her panties and threw them at my face. “Can’t you see? I don’t want to hurt you. I’m naked for you. Will you let me undress you?”
At this moment, I was more nervous about her seeing me than I was excited about seeing her. I stood there while she unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled it off me and let her hands graze my sides oh, so tantalizingly. Then she unbuttoned my fly and pulled down the zipper then started to ease my jeans down gently so they wouldn’t pull down my tighty whitey’s with them.
So there I was, in just my underwear with my little pup tent now clearly visible without any jeans to hide behind, right there in front of a naked woman who was intent on having me join her in that state. This was about to either be the best or worst day of my life.
Down came the briefs and there I was in my 3.75 inches of glory just for her. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth, then back out and said, “is it ok?”. I think my response was, “oh, God”. She bobbed her head a couple of times and then licked up and down the shaft and around the head, that was all I could take, I started cumming and cumming, on her face, her tits it seemed to go on forever, then I just collapsed on the bed.
She said, “Now, that we got that out of the way, we can take a look. “ She got between my legs and started really looking at my little member, holding it between her fingers and moving it around. “This”, she announced with finality,” is the most beautiful little penis. It’s simply perfect. It’s all in proper proportion, mushroom head, it’s just beautiful and….. I can fit it all into my mouth.” Which she then did. I gave her my first load almost immediately, and it was a big one, at least for me.
One advantage to having such a small machine is that, I guess it doesn’t take much blood to pump it up. I don’t really have a refractory period. Once I’m hard, I can usually bang out 3 or 4 shots before the little guy goes to sleep. She played and licked around for a couple of minutes more and said, “I’m ready, can I be on top?” With that she lay on me, body to body, she was warm and soft and WET! I could feel her wetness as she rubbed her body on mine, her pussy touching me and leaving the proof of her excitement. After a few minutes of this she sat up to position herself, then holding me with one hand she lowered her self onto me. I couldn’t believe how warm and wet and wonderful she felt, I was already nearing the point of no return again, can you blame me? This was all happening so fast now. She lifted up and lowered again, this time I felt the end of my disk hit something, and she made a noise that sounded like she hurt. I looked at Susan’s face and her eyes were closed and her teeth gritted together and she grunted again and I noticed that the hand that was holding my shoulder was digging in hard. Then she started spasming and shaking and moving just enough that I lost my second load. She thrashed about for a couple of minutes until she collapsed on top of me.
“oh my god!” she said, “I think you’re the perfect size to tag me in my g-spot, I’ve never felt anything like that. Let’s do it some more!” With that, she lowered herself again but stopped just short of the ‘bump’. “Mmm… this is nice.” I couldn’t believe it! My little dick was making this beautiful woman feel pleasure! I had pretty much resigned myself to a life of porn and masturbation, with maybe a hooker thrown in here and there as my sexual future. And, instead, I had the most beautiful girl I had ever known pleasuring herself with my DICK! Having already shot twice, I had a bit of staying power, I was actually fucking this time. “I’m gonna go all the way down again and see what happens.”
Bump, I felt the end hit again. She started grunting and shaking again, this time I could really feel her pussy squeezing me…..and… I went for a third time. This time she collapsed beside me and we were both breathing hard and just looking at each other.
“So, my little precious there(that’s what she named my penis on the spot)lines up perfectly with my g-spot, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did, because I plan on doing this a lot”
Um…. ME TOO!!!
In this next chapter, Susan extolls the virtue of my massages to her x-country team and I end up becoming the trainer/masseuse for the women’s cross country team!
