The Amazing Short-Dicked Man - Sex Stories

The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

... time, I actually felt lucky and thankful that my erect penis didn't stick out to make a "tent pole" at the front of my pants, or my swimsuit, like other boys' dicks did from time to time in public, which only brought them ridicule and embarrassment. However, knowing what I know now, I would have gladly traded places with any one of those ridiculed boys in a heartbeat.

Throughout high school, I was a jock. And I was forced to take extreme measures in the boys locker room to hide my bare genitals from my teammates on both the basketball and football teams. They all thought I was so weird for being so modest about us showering in front of each other.

Basically, I had to quickly shower by myself, but only after I made sure that none of my other teammates were still in that school locker room. Meanwhile, all the other guys on the team could just take off their underwear, and then walk around the locker room and the shower area with their dicks hanging out, like it was no big deal.

In my senior year, I became captain of our high school football team. And so I always had girls hanging all over me, wanting to make me their boyfriend.

Naturally, I went out on dates with those girls, just like any other normal high school boy would. But unlike other boys, when I was out on a date with a girl, I was very careful not to ever let things get past 2nd Base in the back seat of a car, for example. Because if things ever got to 3rd Base, and the girl and I both started groping ...

... away at each other's genitals, my date would quickly discover the one thing that I would never be able to give her, due to my unique genital size limitation: a good fucking.

The bottom line is that I searched far and wide for a condom that would actually fit my diminutive-size penis, and not fall off during intercourse. And such a condom didn't exist--at least, not in all the pharmacies and grocery stores that I searched. And right off the bat, that limited the pool of high school girls who might agree to try to go all the way with me--that is, assuming that the girl in question would even accept what my version of "going all the way" might end up being, because I wasn't even sure of that myself.

When I finally got to college, I kept on having a string of girlfriends. But these were now college coeds that I met at fraternity parties, as well as girls who were in various college classes with me. And I still didn't let things get past 2nd Base during my dates with any of those girls.

Then I met Melinda about a year after I became manager at the bar. Mel was a drop-dead gorgeous woman with long, straight, dark-brown hair. She was a regular customer of mine at the bar, and a 19-year-old college coed.

In addition to being a college student, Mel was putting herself through school by working for an escort service. That's right. She was a high-class call girl who frequently met up with her "clients" at my bar. These were almost exclusively 40- or 50-something, well-to-do, ...