The Amazing Short-Dicked Man - Sex Stories

The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

... bending over to pull them all the way down around my ankles, and then standing back up to kick them off to one side on the hotel room floor.

When I stood back up and Walt caught his first glimpse of my now-fully-erect penis, he started laughing his ass off. But Snow had already told me that he would probably react like that, and so I was already mentally prepared for that. But it was still embarrassing as hell.

When Walt's laughter died down, he said to me, "Oh my God! You poor bastard! That's one super-short dick you've got there. How the fuck do you jack off?"

"Very carefully," I replied.

"Do you have an erection right now?" Walt grilled me.

"You bet I do. But it's only about an inch and a half long from base to tip when it's fully-erect. And my dick-head makes up around two thirds of that length. My shaft's only about a half-inch long."

"Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Go right ahead. I've already gone way too far to turn back now."

Walt reached across and gently cupped by balls in his hand, as he said to me, "Well, at least, you've got a nice set of balls on you, son. They should produce plenty of sperm."

"They definitely do, sir."

Then Walt gently squeezed my wide, flared-out dick-head on either side between his thumb and his fingertips. Basically, he was looking at my dick and treating it like he was a scientist examining the weird genitals of some space alien that had fallen to Earth.

"Well, at least you've got a nice, wide dick-head on ...

... you."

"I'd much rather have a wide dick-head attached to the end of a long shaft, like yours."

"The grass isn't always greener on the other side, son. My large dick has caused me lots of grief throughout my life. I can't even hide it inside my loose-fitting pants, much less a swimsuit. It just keeps falling out of my underwear leg-holes and hanging down the inside of my left thigh. And God help me, if I ever get an erection in public!"

"I never thought of it that way," I said to Walt.

Walt said to me, "Okay. Now it's time to make Snow cum. Go ahead and sit over here beside me. She's going to stand in front of me, like she always does. And I'm going to feel out her pussy. Would you like to finger-fuck her after I'm finished playing with that sweet pussy of hers?"

"Oh hell yes!" I replied, feeling very much surprised and pleased that Walt was treating me more like his son, than his sex slave (like he had done the night before). He was even calling me "son." And I realized that Snow had been right about Walt all along. He wasn't a bad guy after all. In fact, I was starting to enjoy being around him.

As soon as I sat my naked butt back down beside Walt, Snow stood up in front of Walt and spread her legs apart. She was still wearing her black nylon pantyhose, without any panties on underneath them, when Walt began feeling out her pussy through the sheer material of the pantyhose.

Eventually, Walt ripped a big hole in the crotch of Snow's pantyhose so that he ...