Nude beach Horror

by Small Penis


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Her name was Holly. God she was beautiful. I was smitten the moment I laid eyes on her. Although she was just an intern, she seemed mature for her age. She oozed with confidence and whenever she entered the office, everyone would stop and look at her. Holly must’ve been 21 or 22 years old. She liked to keep fit, she always wore tiny mini-skirts which showed off her swimmers thighs and silky long legs, legs that could choke you to death! Whenever she wore heels, she would tower over me at over 6ft. She had a strong upper body, with well defined (slightly muscular) arms. She had beautiful tanned olive skin, long flowing brown hair, dark brown eyes, high cheek bones, luscious pouty lips with a perfect button nose. In other words, she was a goddess. Perfect in everyway. She didn’t belong here, in an office, she belonged in a beauty pageant. I’m certain if she tried, she could be Miss Universe.

She was excellent jerk off material. After she joined us at work, it took me only a week to search for her on facebook and become her friend online. I was surprised she accepted my request. I was in paradise: there were many photos of her on holidays, partying with girlfriends (which were equally as attractive as she) and in particular, there were quite allot of bikini shots. I don’t mind telling you that I spent quite allot of time in my office, pounding my meat to images of her in an itsy bitsy bikini…. and there were many photo’s of her wearing practically nothing. I can’t quite explain her body, I’ll just say this: perfection. Toned in all the right places! She has a flat stomach, a belly button ring, a large lower back tattoo, well defined thighs and modest c Cup breasts. She is the perfect woman.

By this point in my life I was living alone. To say I was lonely was an understatement. I was new in town and I didn’t particularly get out that much. My Friday and Saturday nights consisted of pizza, beer and porn…. but more recently, images of Holly were my primary ‘jerk off material’. I became obsessed with her, I fantasised of what it would be like for us to be an item. Not just the sex, but the whole ‘relationship thing’. Yes she was young, but the right age for me. It was just a dream though, I was too afraid to approach her and besides: her relationship status said that she was ‘in a relationship’ with a guy named ‘Fred Spielmyer’….. What type of name is that?? I ask you.

When I checked out his profile, my heart sank…. There was no way I could possibly compete with this guy. He looked like Mr. Universe! Thankfully, he had not set his privacy settings on facebook so I could peruse his photo albums.

There was an album titled: ‘Fred’s WNBF body building comp’ Yep, her boyfriend was a bodybuilder. There was an assortment of photos of a very tall, very buff guy with orange body paint wearing nothing but a tiny black speedo striking poses and flexing muscles. Judging by the photo’s he was runner up at that competition. My heart sank. I always had the notion that because bodybuilders took steroids, their privates were permanently shrunken, like a little boy. Not with Fred. Dressed in nothing but a tight black speedo that left very little to the imagination: he was bulging out! Literally! I’m sure he was the ‘most hung’ guy at the competition.

No wonder she was with him, he had muscles, popularity, confidence and a huge fucking wang….. all the qualities which I sadly do not possess. What really depressed me was the fact that I found an assortment of photos of her ‘rubbing him all over with orange body paint’ preparing him for the competition “Lucky bastard!” I began to fantasise what it would be like to be in Fred’s shoes, damn he’s a lucky guy. I’m so goddamn jealous.

Now, I know what you’re thinking and yes, you’re right. I’ am a pervert. After a few weeks of monitoring Holly’s facebook profile I noticed a change: her relationship status had changed. It had gone from ‘Being in a Relationship’ to ‘it’s complicated’

Could there be trouble in paradise? Sure enough, a few days later her status changed again from ‘it’s complicated’ to ‘single’. The girl of my dreams was single. It was official. The news excited me, to the point where I was whistling at work. A few more weeks passed and I’d gathered up the nerve to ‘smile at her’ in passing. Just a smile and a friendly wave.

I’m sure she thought nothing of it at first, but I soon realised that she was following me on facebook. I had just purchased a new car: a 2006 BMW 525i. I posted some pictures on facebook of my new car and….. she commented ‘nice toy, big boy’. What did this mean? Was she giving me licence to pursue her? This drove me crazy.

When I learned that she would not be returning after the summer holidays, I realised that I had to act quick or I would miss out forever. When I worked up the nerve to ask her out, she turned me down saying that she just wanted to focus on her work. I was crushed, I hurt, really bad, not to mention feeling extremely stupid. I went around the office and talked all the other girls into saying nice things about me. My plan was simple, get everyone to praise me and tell her that I’m a ‘great guy’

After a week of running around, I asked her out again and to my surprise she said yes. We began dating thereafter. I would take her out to nice restaurants and she would drag me along to various plays, shows and artsy events. She was mature for her age and although I was 11 years older than her, I felt like a child around her. I somehow still felt way out of her league. I know she sensed this, she would taunt and tease me at times…. Of course, I was denied sex. It was her power over me. She knew I wanted it badly and she knew I was too much of a wimp to make a move…. and I was (mostly out of fear of rejection). She’d get me really hot and bothered.

Soon summer arrived and she told me that she wouldn’t be coming back to Los Angeles after the holidays. I was crushed, devastated. I knew it was too good to be true. We decided that it would be in our best interests to call it quits and stop seeing each other in order to avoid an emotional sea saw. It literally felt like my life was over…. and I didn’t even get to fuck her.

To my surprise however, she invited me to go with her to visit her parents in San Diego, saying that we should have ‘one last hoorah’ before we parted ways. In the back of my mind I knew what she meant: Sex. I would finally get to ‘have my way with her’ I swear, I got an erection just thinking about it.

Holly’s parents lived in a magnificent house in an exclusive suburb near the beach. After the introductions and a glass of wine to help us unwind, we all decided to turn in. Holly’s mom showed me to the guest bedroom while Holly spent the night in her old room. That night seemed to go on forever and Holly could tell that I was particularly sexually frustrated, in fact, she thought it was funny. When I leaned in to kiss her good night, she whispered in my ear, “Think of me when you touch yourself tonight” she giggled and shut the door in my face. She was teasing me and it was driving me mad. I took her advice that night.

The next day Holly and I awoke only to find the house empty. Her parents had gone for the day to visit some friends in the city…. In other words, Holly and I had the whole house to ourselves. I had dreamed of being in this position for months! I was finally right were I wanted to be. I was in Fred Spielmyers shoes. At that moment, I didn’t care that our relationship wouldn’t go beyond this weekend… I just wanted to fuck her. I wanted to pound that perfect pussy of hers.

Of course, she had other plans in mind.

As I said, Holly had a power over me. The power of the pussy. It was an incredible thing. I didn’t particularly want to go anywhere until Holly suggested that we go to the beach for a few hours. I quickly changed my tune, jumping on board. I longed to see her in a little bikini… in real life at least.

We drove a little north of San Diego to a place Holly said was called Black’s Beach. The parking lot was high up on a cliff and the beach was down below. We loaded up our stuff and started walking down the path to the beach. As we got near the bottom, like a sledgehammer pounding at my chest, I realized that Black’s Beach was a nude beach. This was not what I had in mind. Not what I had in mind at all.

Holly led the way as I trailed behind. It was a beautiful hot day and the beach was already full of people in various states of undress. Holly gave me a sly smile and said “I hope you’re not shy!” I laughed and said “Of course not,” but in reality I was scared to death. I’m not well hung and have always avoided situations that involved public nudity.

Holly said that two of her friends were going to meet us at a spot a few hundred yards down the beach, “By the way, there are a few friends I promised I’d spend some time with. It shouldn’t take too long. We went to college together. You don’t mind do you?” Reluctantly I agreed, “sure, sounds cool”. I swallowed a lump in my throat, my heart was beating so damn fast. I kept thinking ‘get me outta here!!!’.

What really made me nervous was the state of some of the males on the beach. Some men literally looked like freaks! Some had peckers that looked like anteaters, others had tree trunks… in fact, there were very few men that had small wieners dangling between their legs. I guess you’d have to be fairly confident to expose yourself to the world like this.

I was not confident. I know I don’t particularly have much to offer below the belt. I began to worry that Holly might loose interest if she saw what little I possessed. I began to worry that others on the beach would point and laugh at me…. I wouldn’t be the first time that a girl had laughed at my shame.

I admit it. I have a small dick. On a cold day it’ll retract completely. And it’s not that impressive when erect either. In fact my ex girlfriend would tease me saying that she’d never seen a ‘pink’ penis before. This happened every time before we were about to have sex…. well, it happened both times we had sex.

We soon reached the place where Holly’s friends were waiting for us. I got a sinking feeling when I saw her friends, already stark naked, sunbaking on the sand. I could’ve sworn, they looked like playboy playmates… but somehow used. I can’t quite explain it. I guess they looked like they had been ‘around the block’.

“Girls! Girls! Girls! Hello!” Holly called out.

Holly told me that they were all in the basketball team in college. She introduced them as April and Carla. April was a 23 year old euro-Asian shapely brunette with large D Cup breasts. She had dark olive skin, well defined muscular arms, a small pot belly, plump pouty lips and high cheek bones, not to mention a wonderfully shaved pussy. She had two nipple rings, an assortment of rings on her fingers and quite a number of tattoos: one on her lower stomach of a playboy bunny, another on her right breast of a love heart, a large lower back tattoo and a tattoo of a butterfly on her right shoulder. The only thing she was wearing was cherry lip gloss and a pair of wayfarer sunglasses. She was sitting up, smoking a cigarette with a ‘no nonsense’ look on her face. She knew she was hot and I wasn’t even worth acknowledging. “Hi” was all she said (without even looking at me).

Carla was a thin athletic 25 year old blonde with smallish B cup breasts. She had an insane tan which made her look almost orange. She was lying down on her stomach, so I didn’t really get to see if she was shaven or not. But she did have quite a muscular and well defined back. She also had ink: a large dragon which covered most of her back. She was actually nice to me. She extended her hand to shake. “Hi, nice to meet you. Holly has good taste in men”.

Holly laid down her blanket and began to undress. I watched in awe as she disrobed before me. Holly noticed that I was somewhat reluctant to get naked. She cooed me on, “Go ahead, we wont look” this comment caused an uproar of laughter between Holly and Carla. April turned and smiled at me. She knew I was hiding something, she could sense my inadequacy.

Reluctantly, I took off my shirt and threw it down on my blanket. I stalled them for as long as I could, I slowly turned my back to them and… in one swift motion, I slipped off my shorts and lay down on my stomach. “Hey!! That’s cheating!!” Holly protested (although she was just teasing).

Holly naked in the flesh was an incredible sight. More enticing than any other bikini shot that I’d ever seen of her. She stood out, above these two girls. She looked…. clean. Although she too had a lower back tattoo, it somehow didn’t look trashy on her. It looked sexy. And….. yes! she had a wonderfully shaved pussy, well groomed. I gazed over at it and to my shock I noticed: a small ring. She had a piercing in her pussy.

My ‘little guy’ responded, springing to life. Thank god I was on my stomach! It would have been so embarrassing if the girls saw me with my little stiffy here in public, very embarrassing indeed. Carla didn’t let it slide however, that I was reluctant to expose myself to them, in fact she decided to tease me a little bit, “I wonder what he’s hiding Holly?” Carla laughed. “poor baby” April chimed in.

“Well, he did just buy a big expensive BMW” Holly added. They all burst out in laughter at my expense. “Over compensating for something are we?” Carla teased. All I could do was lay there with a goofy look on my face and pretend not to be embarrassed. I think it worked. “We’re just teasing, just having some fun with you” Holly said as the laughter died down.

Just as I was about to say, ‘I know its all in good fun’ April turned their attention to something else. “ohmygod” she said to herself. This was followed by a girlish nervous laugh. I looked up in unison…. It was all too clear, they were gawking at a naked man. Not just any naked man, a naked man that had the whole world between his legs. He had a dick that was as thick as a coke can and that hung half way down his legs.

I looked back at the girls, they were all transfixed on his splendour. “That’s a beautiful cock.” Carla said, “Fred was bigger” Holly added. Suddenly, I got that sinking feeling once again. I felt like a little boy as my dick began to deflate in shame and further retract into me, along with my pathetically smallish testicles. I was no man. Not compared to this guy and not according to Holly. If this is what I had to compete with, I had no goddamn chance.

“Why did you two break up?” April asked, “Lets just say, he couldn’t keep it in his pants. You may be hung, you may be an incredible lay, but if you screw around: I don’t care how impressive your cock is, it’s over” Holly said as if I wasn’t even there. In fact, I’m pretty sure the three of them forgot that I was laying there beside them, because the next thing I knew Carla was calling out, “Hey! You! Come here!!”

I couldn’t believe it. I had never felt so inadequate in my entire life. The man slowly wadded over to us, grinning from ear to ear, his magnificent cock swaying back and forth in the breeze. “Yeah?” he asked.

“You have a massive cock!!!” April blurted out, upon which all of the girls burst out laughing. He looked down at me and shook his head, walking off. “Did you see the look on his face?” April asked.

“Oh my god April! You’re terrible! I can’t believe you said that to him!” Holly said.

“I know, I love a cock and I’m a big cock tease” April added. The girls responded with more laughter. At this point I was feeling more uncomfortable than I had ever felt in my life. I didn’t know how to react, whether or not to laugh along, let alone where to look.

Holly then turned to me and said, “I’m sorry you had to see that. You see, my friends are sex freaks” more laughter followed. I also laughed along, so as not to feel left out.

Holly turned back to her friends, “I’m getting hot sitting here looking at all these huge cocks…. Does anyone want to go in the water and cool off?” she asked.

“Knock yourself out Holly, I’m just enjoying the sun” Carla responded

“The water is too cold today” April added.

Holly looked at me and said, “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, big guy” she smiled at me as she rose, standing above me. I looked up in fear, only to get a view of her enticing pussy, with that shinny ring glistening in the sunlight. I willed myself to at least get semi-erect… but to no avail, it wasn’t happening. I knew I was in serious trouble. She gave me an angelic smile and reached for my hand.

This was the moment of truth. I took a deep breath and stood up.

I watched in horror as Holly’s eyes slowly peered down to my privates, to my pathetically shrunken privates. Her smile slowly eroded. She actually looked shocked. Her eyes met mine once again as she shrugged and smirked at me as if to say ‘oh boy’.

I looked down at Carla and April. They were silent. They had obviously both gotten a nasty eyeful, but now they were looking the other way, embarrassed. Carla was covering her mouth, hiding and obvious smile. April continued to puff on her cigarette, pretending not to notice. Clearly, neither of them was impressed and I couldn’t blame them.

I looked back at Holly. She arched an eyebrow as that playful smile returned. “Looks like you’re a grower, not a show-er” with that, Carla and April burst out into uncontrollable laughter.

Holly also laughed along for a moment, before leading me down into the water. She glanced back at my tiny cock, jutting out of a think nest of pubic hair. She shook her head in disapproval whilst smiling. It hurt, so bad. I just wanted this to end. It was so horrible.

As we made our way into the cold water, I could still hear the laughter coming from the beach. I looked back, only to see that Carla and April were indeed laughing amongst themselves, out loud: laughter from within, from deep down in their bellies. They genuinely thought my small penis was funny. Perhaps I was just being paranoid, but I could have sworn I saw April wave her pinky at Carla. Oh god! This was horrible.

While this was going through my mind, Holly let go of my hand and swum out ahead of me. I waded out past the small breakers until the water was about chest high. At least my shame was now hidden from the public. Holly could tell however, that my ego had taken a massive blow. Sympathetically, she said “Just ignore them. I still think you’re a cutie pie.”

I pretended that it didn’t bother me, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said. Holly rolled her eyes, smiling, “sure you don’t!” she said, sarcastically. “just ignore them” she repeated.

Holly changed the subject as we began making small talk, talking about our dreams and our hopes, what Holly had intended to achieve working as an intern at IBM, etc… It was actually fun, I actually forgot about my shame as we enjoyed each others company, just swimming around, just taking in the scenery. It turned out to be wonderful afternoon. Eventually, the sun started to set and Holly had decided that she’d had enough. It was time to go, “Let’s go back to my place and make some dinner. We still have the whole house to ourselves.”

“Won’t your parents be back soon?” I asked.

“They’ll be back tomorrow. I knew they were going away stupid. That’s why I asked you to come over this weekend.” She playfully said.

This was it. This was my moment. She so much as said it. I was granted access to her pussy. For the first time, in a long time, I was happy.

Holly led the way back onto the beach. Her perfect body was glistening in the magnificent orange sunset. Oh god she looked amazing! That well defined chiselled back, with that beautiful round booty, complemented with that lower back tattoo and her long swimmers legs. Yikes, she looked better from behind.

I followed behind her. Slowly, I emerged from the water: shivering. Yes, shivering. I was cold, damn cold. The cold, combined with the wind hit me, like a tonne of bricks. When my wet privates were exposed to the wind, I must’ve shrunk ten times over. Of course, I didn’t realise this until it was too late. If I knew what I looked like, I would have covered myself up.

But I didn’t. And my weekend was ruined.

I didn’t realise that the cold had caused my penis to completely disappear. I mean completely! It was gone. It retracted completely. If there was anything there, it couldn’t be seen, my thick hairy bush made sure of that. And my testicles weren’t that impressive either. They had reacted to the cold, shrinking to the size of peas. I looked pathetic. I looked sexless. It looked like I had nothing but pubic hair between my legs.

I didn’t know. It was so cold, everything was numb.

Holly made it back to where Carla and April were seated. She reached down for her towel. Her back was turned to me as she dried herself off. Shivering, I approached Carla and April, “Its freezing, hand me my towel please!”

What I got was laughter instead.

Holly didn’t see at first. Carla and April reacted to the sight of me: with what appeared to be literally no penis. They were in hysterics. Carla pointed dead centre at my privates and said, “That’s some serious shrinkage!” April was on the ground clutching her belly, she was laughing so hard, she was actually in pain. In horror, I watched as Holly slowly turned and glanced down at my shame. Given the fact that she’d responded with sympathy and understanding earlier, I assumed she would have reacted the same way.

I was wrong.

She found it equally as funny. In an instant, her face changed. Her eyes welled up with tears as her funny bone completely took over. April and Carla were cradling each other, laughing in each others arms. Holly’s mouth was wide open as she continued to laugh and laugh. Laughter from within.

Sure enough, this created a fair amount of commotion on the beach. Soon, on lookers chimed in, laughing along with the girls. Some began snapping photos and recording video’s with their iphones. It was mortifying, to say the least.

Instinct took over as I cupped my crotch with both hands and squeezed my legs tightly together. Of course, this just caused more commotion. I looked ridiculous. The laughter was getting louder, more and more out of control. “Please! Give me a towel!” I pleaded. “Give me a towel! It’s cold!!” I pleaded again. Holly grabbed my towel and waved it in front of me. Teasing me. “Here you go….

Just kidding!” she laughed.

“For godsake! please! Holly Please!!” I said on the verge of tears. Holly repeated the pattern a few more times, waving the towel in my face, before yanking it from me. April rose to her feet and joined in. “Want to dry off little man?” she teased.

“y-y-you have a girls dick! No wonder he has a bimmer!!” Carla added, rolling around on the floor in hysterics.

“Just give me my towel” I pleaded once more.

April said something that shook me to my very core. “If you want your towel back, you have to sing for it, tater tot”

“sing for it?….. what is wrong with you people! Stop laughing at me! Stop taking pictures!!!” I yelled at the crowd. Of course, this just fuelled the fire. The crowd continued to grow as more immature young men and women gathered around me. It was no use, I had to play along.

“Okay, okay. What do you want me to do?” I asked Holly

Holly and April whispered amongst themselves, Carla rose and joined in. They chuckled amongst each other.

“That sounds a little harsh” Holly said

“It’ll be funny” Carla added.

“It’ll be perfect!” April said.

They all turned to me once more. Holly held the towel up, waving it. “You want this towel weenie man?”

“y..y… yes” I said, petrified.

“Sing I’m a little teapot.” April said, chucking some more.

“ww.ww…waa?” I said, almost jumping out of my skin.

“and dance bitch. Your inferior little stub is your spout.” Carla added.

“If you do that, I’ll give you your towel back.” Holly said, smiling at me innocently.

I had no choice. This was the only way out the situation. I clasped my crotch with my hands and squeezed my legs tighter together. I looked down at the ground and softly, I began to sing, “I’m a little teapot, short and stouts. Here is my handle and here is my spout—”

“—Wait! Wait! Put some emotion into it pinky dick! Dance!!!” Carla said. Carla began to act out, “here is my handle” holding out her arm, “and here is my spout” pretending to hold her penis. Of course, this caused another uproar on the beach. I nervously looked up at my awaiting audience. All of whom had their phones out, recording me. I was pretty sure that this would most likely end up on youtube. I sighed, defeated and gave it another shot.

“I’m a little teapot, short and stouts” the laughter continued

“Where’s your stout faggot?!” someone yelled out from the crowd.

At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes and I actually started crying. I continued to sing, “Here is my handle” I held out my right arm mimicking a handle. “and……” I slowly let go of my shame, letting my hands fall by my sides. Half the crowd gasped.

“Fuuuck! Poor dude! He’s got no fucking dick!!” another person shouted out from the crowd.

“What’s he doing on a nude beach?” a woman in the crowd yelled out.

With my left hand, I reached into my nest of pubic hair, grabbing a hold of my miniscule cock tip (which could not be seen), ” and, here is my spout” I sung, literally crying at that point.

“Where’s your spout?!?” April chimed, which generated another uproar of laughter. I looked up at Holly with pleading eyes, “please Holly. Can I have my towel?” I could tell Holly was having second thoughts about this. At first it was funny, now it was just sad. I could tell she was starting to feel bad. Just as she was about to hand my towel back to me, Carla stopped her.

“no, no. Finish the song honeybunch” she said.

Hesitantly, I continued… “w..w…when I get all steamed up, I just shout.” I leaned over, “tip me over, pour me out.” The crowd cheered, applauding. This took me completely by surprise. This audience was crazy, I felt like I was in high school. Everyone was clapping, some were whistling. It was all to mock me. It was all to taunt me and to further degrade me.

“Good girl!” April said.

With that, Carla snatched the towel out of Holly’s hand and tossed it to me. I quickly covered up just as quickly as the crowd eroded. Some continued to laugh as they parted, walking off.

Holly felt bad; the look in her eyes said it all. But I also knew that this was an image embedded in her mind. I had no chance. Not anymore. Opportunity lost. I would never feel the warmth of her naked body, I would never hear her scream my name in ecstasy. It was over.

“It was just a bit of fun” Holly said to me as I proceeded to get dressed.

“I certainly had fun!” April added.

I ignored them. I was fighting to hold back the tears. It was no use. Frantically, I gathered my belongings and headed for my car, leaving Holly behind.

“I think we went too far” she said to her friends.

“no, he’s just a little bitch” Carla added.

“Well, I should go anyway. He’s my ride” Holly quickly gathered her belongings and chased after me. Ultimately, I had to wait for her. Although she’d just publicly humiliated me, I couldn’t leave her there. Besides, I’d left all my stuff back at her place.

I planned to get back to her house, get my crap and leave.

It was a very tense and very long drive back to her house. I didn’t say anything. She didn’t say anything. It was awkward. I don’t wish this situation upon anyone. I wished I could go back and change the way things turned out. What was once so promising, was now lost. I longed for her, I still wanted her, but it wasn’t going to happen. To kill the silence, she leaned forward turning on the radio. This seemed to make things worse, more awkward. When we finally arrived at her parents’ house, she was quick to get out of the car. “Would you be kind enough to take my stuff upstairs? I have to have a shower, April invited me out and I don’t want to be late”

I sat in the car, alone for a while, reflecting on the events of the day. I couldn’t believe that after all she’d done to me; she actually had the gal to ask me take her stuff upstairs. Perhaps this was an attempt to get me out of her way. She was going out with her friends, probably to find real men to fuck. I felt every little bit emasculated. But, like a good little bitch, I gathered her belongings and made my way into the house. I certainly was not going to stay. As soon as I brought her stuff upstairs, I was going to split.

As I approached her bedroom, I could hear her shower running. I sighed in despair, wishing I was her luufa. Slowly, I entered her room placing her bags and her towel down on her bed. Sensing my presence, she called out to me from the bathroom, “Can you come in here please? I have to tell you something”

“Holly, I think it would probably be better if I just left.”

Suddenly, Holly emerged from the bathroom, standing in front of the door completely nude. The steam from the running shower surrounded her. She looked like an angel. She crossed her arms and smirked at me.

“Are you sure you want to leave? I was hoping to see what that little dick of yours looks like when it’s hard.”

It was clear, she was going to give me a pity fuck. I’m not a charity case, but I really wanted her and at that moment, I didn’t care what she thought of me. I was going to fulfil this fantasy. So what if she was letting me fuck her out of guilt!

“Yeah? Are you serious?” I asked.

“Let’s shower together” she said, “come-on” she extended her hand to me. This was the invite I’d been waiting for all my life.

I followed her into the bathroom.

“It was crazy at the beach today. I’m sorry about my friends.” She said

“It’s okay.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I just got caught up in the moment. I know, guys are sensitive about that kinda thing. It was very wrong for me to put you through that. I hope you can forgive me.” She was spilling her guts to me. It seemed genuine.

“Don’t mention it Holly. I know it was just in good fun.”

“Yeah, it shouldn’t ruin our weekend!” she added.

Holly made the first move, leaning in to kiss me. I’m lost in her world. This is what I’ve been waiting for, for so damn long. Our tongues play tag as she reaches for my right hand, forcing it down to her clitoris. Slowly, I insert one finger, two fingers… pure bliss!

“Does that thing hurt? The ring?” I asked.

“You’ll soon find out, lover boy.” She says underneath her heavy breathing. With that, she removes my shirt, tossing it to the ground.

To say I was nervous is a gross understatement. I was shivering with excitement: excitement and nerves.

“What’s wrong? You’re shaking!” she asked.

“n..n..nothing” I replied.

“You can’t be cold in here!!” she teased.

“No, I’m not cold. I’m just….. nervous” I admit.

“awwww.” Clearly, she finds this amusing. She stands back, chuckling.

“Don’t be nervous, lover boy.” Slowly, she walked back into the shower, smiling (while still facing me). She walked underneath the running stream of hot water. “ahhhhh!” she gasped. “oh yeah! This feels so good!” I watch in awe as the woman of my dreams dances underneath the hot running water. This is quite an incredible sight as hot water trickles down her perfect body. She reaches for her luufa, lathering it up. Oh God! This is just toooo much for me.

Alas…. I’m still nervous. And I’m dead as a door nail.

Finally she says, “Come join me. Don’t be shy”

Slowly, I approach. I enter the shower, still wearing my shorts. We embrace each other, falling into each others arms as we lock into another passionate kiss underneath the water. Holly reaches down, tugging at my shorts.

They fall to the ground. Now, I’m completely naked once more.

After some heavy panting and some intense kissing, she realises something isn’t right. Hell, I realise it too. My little guy is still asleep. Mystified, she pulls back, slowly looking down at my tackle.

“hmm” she said.

“w..w..what is it?” I asked.

Holly stands back and stares at me for a while. She leans up against the wall, crossing her arms. She stares at me with such obvious disapproval. Her eyes wonder south once more. This is unbearable. She reaches out and proceeds to poke my flaccid penis with her index finger. “poke” “poke” “poke”, she teases, stiffling a giggle. In desperation, I say the first thing that pops into my mind, “it gets bigger!” Sarcastically Holly says, “ah-huh. Sure it does!” With that, she turns off the water, stepping out of the shower in frustration, leaving me there all alone, feeling sorry for myself.

“Maybe you’re right. You should probably go” Holly says.

“Oh, Oh Holly please don’t.” I begin to plead. “You’re just so…. Intimidating. Oh god! I want you so bad!” I admit.

“Well, that may be, but…. I’m sorry. Your dick is just…..” Holly rolled her eyes, “I’m not into small soft men.”

“Just let me prove it to you. Please!” I plead. “Give me a chance! You owe me after what you put me through today.”

“Is that what this is? You think that because I laughed at your…… you think that…. Oh my god!” Holly leaned up against the basin. “come here.” she said to me.

As I approached, she reached out, grabbing a fistful of my manhood. She looked deep into my eyes as she proceeded to rub, pinch and tweak my flaccid member. I closed my eyes, letting myself enjoy the moment.

“Feels fragile” she says. “Almost like a toy” I gasp at her comment, which causes her to burst out giggling. I look up at her as she stares deep into my eyes, still rubbing me for all I’m worth. This seems to go on forever. Suddenly….. something happens. At last!!!

“Hmm, I think we have woodidge.” Holly releases me, standing back examining me in my rock hard state.

I looked down in unison. My brave little warrior was indeed alive. ‘Yes, he let me down today but now he’s ripe and ready for action’. My boner juts, bobbing with each heartbeat…. My foreskin slowly starts to retract as I stand at full mast. I looked up at Holly, smiling proudly.

She has a blank expression on her face. “Very…. Pink”

“ahh, yeah. I guess it is.” I reply.

“It’s nice, very nice.” I know she’s being sarcastic and I know this is a story which she’ll probably be telling her slutty friends later tonight. “You’re lying” I reply. A smile slowly forms from the corners of her pretty little mouth. “You’re a chronic masturbator aren’t you?”

“What?!? No! I’m not! No!” this took me completely by surprise, I was literally lost for words.

“It’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. Guys like you typically jerk off allot.” Holly bites her top lip, trying hard not to laugh.

“Guys like me?” I asked.

“It’s always funny to talk with guys who are hung like you. The penis is seen as such an extension of your masculinity, and when you have such a short, disappointing penis it really is like you’re not a real man in a very real and humiliating sense. You have no masculinity and you’re jealous of those with it. You probably can’t help looking at all the gigantic cocks in porn and feeling so ashamed of your own inadequate peepee.”

“so… what you’re saying is….” I just couldn’t seem to finish my sentence; it felt like there was a frog in my throat. Sensing this, Holly got up, off the basin, coming in close to comfort me. Although, she’s shown no remorse for what she had just said, she still makes an attempt to comfort me, as if a mother would comfort her sobbing child.

As best I could, I tried to compose myself in a weak attempt to reassert myself as a man. I don’t think it worked.

“It’s not the end of the world.” Holly looked down at my tackle once more and started playing with my pubic hair, twirling it around with her index finger.

“You know, if you didn’t have all of this hair, you’d look allot bigger.” She said. In unison, I looked down. There we were, both looking down at my pathetic stiffy. “You think so?” I asked.

Holly lets out another playful laugh. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Okay” I said playing along.

“Let me shave you.”

“erm…. I don’t know Holly.” I was hesitant to.

“Oh come-on! It’ll be fun!” she cooed me on.

“I don’t think so. It’ll get itchy wont it?” I asked.

“No, no. It won’t. I’ll be fun” she persisted. “I’ll tell you what….. if you let me shave you, I’ll give you a handjob.” She said.

“a handjob?!?” I asked in astonishment. I couldn’t believe it! Just a handjob! It was unfair. It was demeaning! It was emasculating.

“It’s better than nothing isnt it?” It was all she was offering. At that point, I was so aroused and so horny I didn’t protest. I just nodded, smiling.

“Go wait for me in the bedroom, I’ll be there in a minute” She said to me.

I laid on the bed for at least 15 minutes before she emerged. I had to keep pulling on my pathetic erection to keep it from disappearing. At that point, my humiliation was complete. A real man would be fucking her brains out. A real man would have her clinging the wall, screaming in ecstasy, sweat trickling down her back, fucking her like some sort of crazy jungle creature…. But no. I was no man. I lay alone in an empty bedroom, waiting for her to ‘relieve’ me with a tug. Not just any tug, but a ‘pity tug’. This was racing through my mind when she emerged from the bathroom: completely dressed.

She had changed into a tight pink tank top, a blue leather mini skirt with knee high boots. She had dressed to impress…. Not me. No, not me at all. She was going out tonight to find a real man. I was a minor obstacle. She would jerk me off and ‘hit the clubs’. She knew that I’d split after this. I could tell. She walked over to me, holding a can of shaving cream and a pink disposable razor.

“You look amazing.” I complimented.

She didn’t say anything, as she sat on the bed, by my feet.

“Now look, I don’t wanna mess up my outfit, so if you’re about to come, let me know okay?”

“Aren’t you gonna shave me first?” I asked

“Yeah, but…. I would expect someone like you to be extremely sensitive. Don’t cum while I’m shaving you.” She was in charge, this was her show. I crossed my arms behind my head and watched her at work.

“I do this to my pussy all the time,” she said. “But this will be first dick I’ve ever shaved… We’ll, ermm”, she let out another laugh.

She quickly lathered up my cock and balls, proceeding to shave me completely bald. I must admit, it felt very invigorating. After a good few minutes, I was hairless. She wiped the access lather away with a damp cloth when she was done.

Holly then smiled, admiring her handiwork. “I can’t believe you actually let me do that!”

I looked down at my hardness, “wha? What is it?”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I thought that, with no hair you’d look bigger.”

“I don’t look bigger?” I asked.

“Sorry, I’d say you look more like a 12 year old.” She added. I knew she was right and I knew instantly that I had made a mistake. My mind began to wonder: what if it grew back thicker? What if it didn’t grow back at all? Either way, I’d look pathetically small.

I swallowed my self pity.

“One more thing,” she said, as she went back into the bathroom. Holly emerged carrying one of those cloth measuring tapes that tailors use. She sat back down on the bed, stretching out the tape, holding it to the base of my penis. She chuckled to herself.

“Wow. You’ll never be able to please a woman with a 3.5 inch dink, so you might as well step aside and let a real man do what you could never do.” She said on the verge of hysterics..

“I’m sorry I have a small dick Holly.” I said with such remorse and sorrow.

Holly rolled her eyes in disgust. I am not a man, I’m a sissy. And now, I’ve just proven it to her.

“A deal is a deal.” She said, reaching over to her nightstand.

Holly pulled out a bottle of baby oil and a few tissues. Then, she turned her attention to my raging hard-on, proceeding to apply a generous amount of oil to my itsy bitsy boner. “Baby oil for a baby dick” Holly chuckled.

With that, she began tugging on my boyish penis. Using just her thumb and index finger she proceeded to jerk me off, sending me into a far away place. Sending me off in to ecstasy land. Although I wasn’t actually fucking her, this was still just as good. It didn’t take me too long to climax.

Before too long, I was panting, moaning, groaning, “mph! mpf! argh” She started laughing. I must’ve sounded (and looked) so pathetic. Sure enough, a few seconds later warm goo ozzed out of my spurting little pecker dribbling down the short shaft of my penis onto her hand.

In fact, I didn’t even think she noticed I’d climaxed until after it dribbled down her hand. Clearly, she wasn’t impressed.

“uck! Gross!” She reached for her tissues, wiping her hand. “You cum like an infant.” She said to me.

I was still breathing heavy, catching my breath. I couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“That was amazing! Oh gwad! Holly! Wow! That was fucking incredible!!” I exclaimed.

“Was it better than ‘real’ sex?” she asked, mocking me. Ouch! That hurt. It sent me back down to earth; that was for sure. This was all followed by an immense feeling of loss, sorrow, shame, embarrassment and above all…. guilt.

Holly rose from her bed, making her way out, just as she was about to exit, she turned with concern for me, asking, “are you going to be okay?” “yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

That was that.

She went off to her party and I cleaned myself up and drove back home to L.A. It was an awful weekend. It was a horror story. It was nude beach horror.

But…… it didn’t stop there.

When I returned to work, everywhere I went: I could hear muffled giggles and whispering. Especially from women. It was always the same, as soon as I entered a room, all the men would grin at me and all the women would look away, embarrassed for some reason.

That’s when it hit me…. facebook. Holly was facebook friends with almost everyone I worked with.

Upon checking her profile, I found that her status read “I’m a little teapot LMAO!!!” Underneath that, was a link to a vid……. Try guessing what.

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