Small Dick Club (cuckold, wife, bisex)

anton's sex story
I sighed and stood, moving my hands from my groin, and showing them my soft dick. So humiliated and embarrassed, that it had shrivelled to only what looked like an inch. Even my nut sack had shrunk. I don’t need to tell you that they laughed at me, they even called in some of their fellow travellers to check it out. I could imagine their stories from now until death, of the time they found a pervert on the bus trip, with the smallest penis they had ever seen.



In the summer of two-thousand and seven, I helped a friend move interstate. He had an illness in the family and I decided to drive him back to his hometown. The trip there was uneventful, and as it was my hometown too, I took the chance to visit my family. After a week, I returned home alone. A drive that took two days, only stopping to use the restroom, or to eat and sleep.

On the second day of my journey home I had driven for about three hours when the urge to pee came to me. I decided to hold on for a while, and after another two hours had passed the urge had turned into a dire need. I started squirming in my seat badly, trying to hold it in, and desperately looking for a rest room along the roadside. We’ve all been there, and know what that feels like.

Passing through a small town, I finally noticed a restroom, and I so desperately needed it. So with much relief, I pulled the car into the parking lot, and ran inside. Thankfully the place looked deserted, what I like because you could say I am shy in rest rooms. My shyness is born out of embarrassment in what God has given me. Although I’m a skinny, reasonably fit twenty-four year-old, my junk just didn’t seem to get the memo during puberty.

My body sprang up like a weed in my teenage years. My mother used to joke, “If you don’t stop growing soon, we’ll have to raise the ceiling and door heights.”

However, my puberty is over now, and my body did stop growing. But alas, my junk only grew a little in that time. Not like my friends, who went from boy dicks to men cocks in a few years. I went from small boy’s dick to slightly larger boy’s dick. That’s why I am shy in restrooms, and other places public nudity occurs.

I rarely use the urinal in a restroom out of pure embarrassment. Fortunately, this restroom is empty, so I decided to be brave and use the urinal for once. Well, not that brave, but when the restroom is deserted I’ll happily use the urinal to pee. So I unzipped and pulled my flaccid dick out, and at two inches soft, not much came out to be sure. Enough for me to hang on, and point, but that’s all.
“Ah,” I sighed as the urine flowed out of my bladder. There’s nothing like a pee when you’re bursting to go, I thought. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment of relief.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and someone standing next to me, unzipping, and starting to pee as well. Shit, I thought, Act normally. He probably won’t look. My urine seemed to go on for ages, one of the drawbacks of saving it for so long. I felt my stream begin to weaken, and before long I had finished. As I stuffed my dick back into my underpants, I glanced to the man standing next to me.

My eyes went straight to his cock and it looked big. Even though his penis looked soft, it’s thick, cut, long, and had that creamy pink skin that good cocks have, with the pink knob. I sighed and turned to leave when a woman’s voice suddenly asked, “Do you like my boyfriend’s cock?”

I jumped in pure fright, not expecting a female to be in the sanctity of a men’s restroom. She stood behind her boyfriend, but off to the side so she could watch him piss, I assumed. A pretty young woman in her early twenties, long blond hair, curvy but not fat with boobs better than a handful. My mouth hung open as words failed me. “Oh, he likes it. He got a good eyeful of it,” the guy said, looking over at her while he peed.

“He’s big, isn’t he?” she asked, with a hint of pride and admiration.

“Yeah, he has a big one,” I replied shuffling on my feet.

I decided the best thing to do here is to leave, because all these ‘goings-on’ were a tad weird for my tastes. Certainly not rest room etiquette, unless you’re in one of those restrooms the gays frequent, and I’m not gay so I have no desire for that. However, because my junk is so undersized, I do have a curiosity to see what other guys are packing down there. So I’m guilty of surreptitiously checking out guys dicks occasionally, for curiosity’s sake, not for sexual stimulation.

This woman had no desire to let me leave, and stepped in front of me to block me. She had the biggest grin on her face I had ever seen on a woman. I began to feel she were sizing me up, as a shark would a wounded fish before they pounced. I stood taller than her by a foot, at least, and she looked up at me with her blue eyes holding me in a trance. Her spicy and musky smell wafting up at me, intoxicating me.

“I saw yours,” she said, snapping the spell.

“What?” I asked, my mind sluggish to her intentions.

“When you were pissing, I saw your dick,” she said with that smile.

“Yeah? So what?” I said, trying to sound casual, but I could feel my face going red.

She delivered the ‘Coup de Gras’, “It’s not very big, is it?”

My mouth hung open, my eyes stared right into her. It’s not very big, is it, echoed through my mind as explosions. Something tugged at me to respond, and get out of there as fast as I could. So weakly, I said, “So what?”

“How big is it soft?” she asked, standing before me like an impenetrable wall. “Three inches? Four maybe?”

The words tumbled out of my mouth before I even knew what I said, “Two-inches.”

They started laughing at me. The pretty young woman laughed in my face, holding my gaze the whole time. My face burned red, my ears too, and my head bowed submissively.

“Show us,” the guy said. He had now finished his pee and stood on the urinal step facing me and his girlfriend.

“No, I’d better not,” I said with a downward gaze.

“Come on, how often do you get the chance to show your dick to hot girl like me?” the woman cajoled.

“If someone comes in we’ll get in trouble,” I said.

“Who’s gonna come in here? This place is deserted, so show us that dick of yours. Come on, show me!” she insisted.

Sometimes, when ‘it seems a good idea at the time’ but it ultimately hurts you, there’s always a moment where you can back out. This moment had come for me. The young woman is definitely sexy, there’s no doubt about it. Her pleading to see my dick had turned me on, and in that moment when I should have been using my brain, I began to think with my dick. Bad mistake.

“OK,” I said, and to my surprise the young woman began undoing my belt and pants. She pulled them down, boxers and all, to leave me naked from the waist down in the middle of the restroom. My pants and boxers at my feet.

She stepped back to check me out. My two-inch nub rested on top of my large ball sack. I always felt this made my dick look smaller than it is, one of life’s ironies. To have such a large nut sack supporting a small penis like mine is excessive. They began to laugh, again. This time they laughed harder, making my face burn and my dick shrivel even more.

“That’s a really small dick, it’s like a little slug,” she said between laughing.

“Have you ever used that thing on a chick?” the guy asked me shaking his head.

“Um… Er…,” I couldn’t get any words out.

“It doesn’t look capable of fucking,” the young woman said. She turned to her boyfriend, and said, “Pull yours out, I wanna compare them.”

He didn’t hesitate, and in a moment he stood next to me with his long, thick cock flopping about obscenely. I broke out into a cold sweat, trying to angle my torso away from him. His big cock looked beautiful, as I remembered it. Not wrinkly and short like mine. The pale, smooth skin of his shaft almost shined, and the pink glans had that distinctive helmet shape.

The young woman also stared at it, worshipped it, as I did. She reached over and took it in her hand and held it, feeling its weight. She stroked it lovingly, almost like a caress. Her presence in the rest room no accident. Her love for this cock extended to even watching it pee, she couldn’t get enough of it.

“This cock is a real cock,” she said, rolling her eyes, “See how I can hold it and the knob still pokes out the end of my hand? It has substance.”

I nodded, I couldn’t argue with her. I tried to pull on my dick to get some length, but in that moment I could barely even feel it myself. Even though it felt slick with precum now, I couldn’t get it up.

“Is that as big as it gets?” the guy asked, then snorted loudly.

“No, it can’t be,” the young woman said, teasing me further. “Let’s compare them hard, he might be a grower.”

She began to stroke her boyfriend, lewdly, right there in front of me. Looking me in the eyes the whole time, and at my dick intermittently. The guy bent and thrust his hips out as she worked him. Precum appeared at the end of his knob for the first time. Mine is lathered in it. I stroked my dick with two fingers and my thumb, trying to get hard for this young woman. Hoping my erect length would please her, and maybe even so much that she’d worship my dick the way she did her boyfriends. You lucky asshole, I thought bitterly.

It took a while for his cock to grow, mine had gotten hard quickly once I concentrated on it enough. Eventually, his cock stood out, hard and heavy. So heavy it couldn’t break free from gravity, so it hung, pointing down toward the ground. Mine pointed into the air at forty-five degrees, no problems with gravity here. She batted my hand away from jerking my dick, and looked at me. Really checking me out, even bending so I felt her breath on my dick. A feeling that nearly made me cum right then and there.

“It’s still small,” she said, standing, looking at her boyfriend with a wry smile. “How big is it? Have you measured it?”

I nodded. “Four inches hard,” I said.

She looked me in the eyes again, holding my gaze with a power I never thought possible. “He’s nine and half-inches, over twice your size, and three times as thick by the looks of it.”

I glanced at his cock, there’s no denying that it looked like a nine and half-inch dick missile. I looked at my dick, it looked like a thirteen-year-olds thin dick. I gave a long, low sigh, and my posture sagged. I felt my head spinning, as the realisation of my situation hit me. However, she isn’t finished with me yet.

“Do you want to have some fun with us?” she suddenly asked me.

My head snapped up. Is this meant to be fun, I thought? “What kind of fun?”

“The naughty kind, but you’ll have to take your clothes off.”

What the hell, I thought, I’ve come this far. “Sure,” I said and began to undress.

She gestured to her boyfriend who walked to the door of the rest rooms and shut it, locking it from inside. His big dick still hanging out, ready to impale anything that crosses it. Once I was nude, the young woman grabbed my hand and led me to a cubicle. “Go in there, and don’t come out until I say-so,” she ordered.

I stood with my back to them, as the cubicles in this toilet had no doors. All four toilet cubicles had no doors at all, so anyone sitting to take a dump had no privacy whatsoever. I wondered why they would take all the doors off. Other rest rooms I’ve seen similar to this, is where lewd behaviour had become a problem. The missing doors may be measures to discourage it, as no privacy could be had.

I could hear them whispering to each other, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. After several minutes she told me to come out, when I did the other guy is naked, and she wore his t-shirt over her body. I could tell that beneath the t-shirt she is nude as well. Clothes were stacked on the floor near the washbasin, a pair of pink panties on top.

The guy’s body looked as good as his dick, he obviously worked out and had a six-pack. Unlike me, who never worked out and had a lanky skinny/bony body. His dick had gone soft again, and he now sat on a bench in the change area of the restroom, his legs open so the entirety of his junk displayed for us to look at.

His nut sack didn’t look large, but I realised that’s because his dick is so big. The opposite of me, my nut sack is big making my dick look even smaller. The young woman guided me to his side and pushed me on to my knees. She took my hand and started to move it toward that mighty cock. I pulled back, hesitating because I’m not like that.

She looked at with a sneer. “You want to play don’t you?” she asked.

“Um, yeah,” I said.

“You do what I tell you to do, regardless. Am I clear?”

I nodded. She now called the shots, I knew that. They could make me do anything now, and I’d probably do it too. Just to please her. She took my hand again and guided it to his cock wrapping it around the base of it. The rest flopped garishly over my hand. “That’s what a real cock feels like, Baby-dick,” she said. “This must be a first for you, holding a real dick in your hand, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I said meekly.

“You’ve only ever held a boy dick in your hand, your own little boy dick,” she chided me.

I nodded, the only dick I had ever touched is mine, so I couldn’t deny it. She suddenly bent over and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue licked all over, lavishing it, and tasting it. My cock twitched at the sight, as hard as I have ever been in my life. Her head bobbed on his big cock, and I could see and feel it get hard again. My hand stretched at the base, as she swallowed all his cock in her mouth, to my hand. Almost kissing my hand in the process, each time she deep-throated it.

Her boyfriend enjoyed it, his breathing became heavy, and now and then, he grunted in approval. “Do you like that, babe?” she would ask him.

“You know I do,” he’d reply.

“You’re huge cock tastes so good, babe. I bet it feels good too.”

“Oh yes, it feels sooo good,” he mewled.

“Not like this boy-man here, with his tiny, tiny dicklette. He’ll never know what it feels like to have a real cock like you. To be a real man, like you,” she said.

“No, he’ll never know,” he replied.

She looked at me, saying, “Stroke him, feel what jerking off a real cock is like.”

I did it. I began to stroke his long phallus, absolutely astounded that I could use two hands on it. Mine, I only used a few fingers and a thumb, this mountain of dick meat too much for me to even grasp. Just as I began to enjoy it, she pushed me away. “I think he likes it. Maybe he’s a faggot?” she said to her boyfriend mockingly.

“I’m not,” I said defiantly,

“Oh, he is,” the guy said with a knowing smile.

“Sit over there, and don’t touch your tiny dick until I say so,” she ordered me. I went to the opposite side of the change area and sat on a bench. “Sit with your dick on display,” she shouted at me, so I wriggled down and spread my legs. They looked at it with big grins.

The young woman backed into her boyfriend, his legs between hers, and finally she lifted that t-shirt to reveal her beautiful pussy. Her genitals were bald, except a love heart-shaped area of pubic hair on her pubic mound. Wetness glistened from between the puffy lips of her labia, and her clitoris, being quite noticeable, looked erect like a little penis.

She lowered herself, her boyfriend holding his cock against her opening, and slowly her flesh encapsulated that huge cock, and swallowed it whole. All nine-and-a-half-inches of cock went deep inside her, until all I could see were his balls. I gasped in amazement. I didn’t know a vagina could take that much. I had seen porno’s where it looks as though the vagina only swallows about five inches, and the rest is wasted. However, she now showed me that a vagina is more than capable of taking it all.

“Oh, you feel so good inside me,” she moaned. “You’re big fat cock makes me feel so good!”

“I love being inside you,” the guy moaned. “I live for it.”

“Look at Baby-dick’s tiny pecker, I wouldn’t even feel it,” she said pointing at it.

The guy laughed, so did she.

I so wanted to stroke off at the sight of this. Seeing a couple have sex for real is a fantasy I have had for some time. Add all this mocking of my dick, and I have never felt so turned on in my life. I had seen those small penis humiliation or SPH websites and must admit they do turn me on. I never had the courage to do it for real. Today, however, the courage to participate in SPH had been supplied by this young woman. I don’t even know their names, I thought.

They began fucking, she writhed up and down, massaging his cock with her velvety pussy walls and lips. I could see how it gripped the shaft each time she went up. He held her by the hips, and they began to pick up pace. I don’t know how nobody ever discovered us, because they were loud. She moaned like a two-dollar whore, and he wasn’t far behind.

The smell of sex soon permeated the rest rooms, my cock twitched endlessly, occasionally even spurting out a precum ejaculation. I never touched it, though, the sexual tension in my body became enormous and I writhed on the seat as I watched this couple fuck in front of me. Not unlike how I writhed in the car with a full bladder, waiting for release. Here I sat, again, waiting and hoping for release.

The guy’s hands moved up the t-shirt, squeezing her breasts. For the first time I had seen her breasts, mouth-watering mounds of springy flesh with a small pink nipple on each. Both nipples erect, in sexual arousal. “Come here,” the woman shouted at me. I stood and walked over and stood in front of them. “Kneel,” she ordered, and I did.

Once I knelt, she grabbed my head and pulled my face in close to her pussy. Holding it inches from the action. “Watch his big cock fuck me, see what a man’s cock can do. Not your tiny boy cock,” she moaned. “You could never pleasure a woman like this, how does that make you feel?”

“Inadequate,” I said.

She laughed, and in a fit of lust pulled my face tight into her vagina. The guy’s balls started hitting my face as he pounded her, and the smell of pussy and cock overwhelmed me. I didn’t lick her, as she hadn’t given me permission to. Eventually she pushed me away, so I knelt there on the cold concrete floor watching them fuck.

They stood suddenly and she got on her hands and knees on the bench, while he took a position at the back. “Come lay under me, with your head under his balls. I want you to watch and learn what you’ll never be, a real man.”

She raised an arm so I could lay on back under her, sliding until I could see only balls and pussy. What a sight we must’ve been, and I imagined if someone caught us doing this and how shocked they’d be. His balls dropped onto my face, and as he began fucking her, they rubbed up and down my face. Juices from her pussy dripped onto my face, sweat from his balls also coated me. Could there be a more humiliating position than this?

My dick not far from her head, and even though I hoped she would suck me off, she didn’t go near it. I never knew that being so sexually aroused, but unable to do anything about it, is so frustrating. I wanted to cum so badly. The guy’s balls suddenly tightened, lifting off my face. “I’m gonna cum!” he shouted, quickening his pace.

The young woman moaned louder, her body quivered and shook, and she almost screamed. I figured she had cum, and cum hard. He pulled out of her, and shot his load all over her back, massaging his mighty cock between her butt cheeks. He fell back once he had emptied his clip, gasping and panting in a post coital haze.

“Get out,” she said, and I climbed out and stood looking back at her. On her back, the T-shirt had been around her neck, so her skin looked coated in so much semen I found it intimidating. I never cum that much. “Lick me clean,” she ordered.

“What?”

“Lick his cum off me, Baby-dick, taste what a real man’s cum tastes like.”

“That’s going too far…” I began.

“DO IT!” she ordered, “I haven’t got all day.”

Looking back later, I realised that here was another of those moments when I could’ve said no, and thus changed my fate. However, the tone and command of her voice, combined with my extreme state of arousal, were too much for me. I bent over and began to lick his cum off her back. The guy laughed. “Oh my God, he’s actually doing it. You’re wicked, babe,” he said making me feel even more humiliated.

“Our baby-dick man will do anything he’s told, because that’s his place on the food chain,” she said with some pride.

The guys cum didn’t taste nice at all. I tasted my own cum once, out of curiosity, but I didn’t like it. It left a funny, bitter taste in my mouth. I never did it again. His cum tasted similar, bitter, tangy, and the aftertaste rank. I gagged, but I licked every last drop off her back and butt, as she wanted. After I finished, she stood and pointed to her man. “He needs a clean too, lick it clean,” she said.

I looked at her knowing immediately that it would be futile to refuse, I’d come this far. So I turned toward her man, my posture hunched, my head drooping, dragging my footsteps until I knelt in front of him. His dick now soft, but still looked wet, and smelled like pussy. “Come on, Baby-dick, clean it good,” he told me with a big shit-eating grin.

I leaned in and licked the length of his cock, tasting the pussy juices tangy in my mouth, leaving a fishy after-taste. “Do it properly,” the young woman said, so I put it in my mouth.

I sucked his soft cock all the way down my throat, hoping like hell he wouldn’t get hard. I sucked all the pussy juices off it, and in a few moments could only taste cock flesh. I raised my head, saying, “It’s clean.”

“My balls aren’t,” he said.

My eyes bulged, so I looked at her and she nodded at me. So holding his cock with one hand, I began to lick his balls, even taking them in my mouth and sucking all the sickly sweat on them. I had sometimes thought that balls must taste awful when watching a porn star do it, my original evaluation was not wrong. The musky, pissy, sweaty taste made me feel sick.

He pushed me off him and stood, walking past me, his big soft dick hitting my face as he did. Leaving me alone with the young woman to get dressed. “Well, I suppose you want your reward now, Baby-dick?” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

“OK, wait here,” she said and turned and walked back toward the urinal, leaving me alone in the change area.

I waited for about ten-minutes when she appeared again, fully dressed. I swallowed hard, tilting my chin down and frowning deeply. Looks like I’m not going to get to fuck her I thought bitterly. Funnily, my dick had never gone soft, even with some downtime, and doing some nasty stuff, it stayed hard the whole time. Precum dripped from it. She looked at my dick and smiled, a mocking smile.

“OK, you can jerk off now,” she said.

My cheeks burned, and my chin trembled. I grasped my dick with my finger and thumb, and began to stroke it. My dick felt so slimy with precum that I slipped off, prompting more mocking laughter from her. “Come on, Baby-dick, make it shoot for me,” she encouraged.

I grabbed it again, and jerked off. Her eyes never left my crotch as I worked my dick over. My body began to tremble, my eyes clenched shut, and my breathing got heavy. I shot about three spurts of semen like a pistol, and they splattered on the floor only inches from her feet. I had never cum so hard in my life. I mean I literally seen stars, I felt as if the universe had exploded in that moment. When I opened my eyes again, she had gone.

After I collected myself, I walked back into the toilet part of the men’s restroom. They had gone, and as I looked around, so had my clothes. I rushed to where I had left them, and looked around. I looked in each cubicle, in the bins, everywhere I could think of, and my clothes were gone. The final ‘Coup de Gras’ had occurred. The door to the men’s restroom is now open again, and as I sidled to the door and peeked out, my car stood about fifty-feet away.

My clothes and keys were gone, but my wallet and phone were in the car. I never take those items into a public restrooms on a trip, if I can help it. I breathed a sigh of relief as I remembered I hadn’t locked the door, and I had a spare key and some clothes in the car. All I had to do is run for it, in the nude, and pray no one seen me.

I looked around as best I could, but the road is busy. It’s a major highway, so the hope of a break in traffic seemed pretty low. I decided to run for it, and as I looked out again, I saw a bus pull into the parking lot for the rest rooms. A bus full of tourists, making a pit stop. “Oh fuck,” I said harshly.

I looked back at the toilet cubicles, they had no doors, so hiding there is not going to work. I heard the hydraulic hiss as the bus door opened, and people shuffled out of the bus in a hurry heading straight toward me. I ran back to the change area, and into the alcove that made it private to the urinals. Sitting, I waited, as people entered chattering to each other merrily. My heart pounded in my ears, as I sat holding my hands over my genitals. I closed my eyes, and hunched, silently praying to whatever force might care to listen, for a break.

Suddenly, a male voice said loudly, “What the fuck are you doing?”

I looked up and a man in his fifties stood there looking at me, with a pained expression. Within moments, seven other men stood next to him, like an angry mob. “I think we have a pervert here, Toddy,” a portly man with a moustache and white hair said.

“Is that what you are, a pervert?” the first man called ‘Toddy’ demanded.

Honestly, words failed me. I froze, and later I realised I could’ve made up a story like I had been mugged and left there naked. They may have even been sympathetic to me. However, nothing would come out of me. I shook my head, trying to speak, but my voice had vanished.

The group had grown to around eleven men now. One said, “Well, go on and show us. That’s what you want isn’t it?”

I sighed and stood, moving my hands from my groin, and showing them my soft dick. So humiliated and embarrassed, that it had shrivelled to only what looked like an inch. Even my nut sack had shrunk. I don’t need to tell you that they laughed at me, they even called in some of their fellow travellers to check it out. I could imagine their stories from now until death, of the time they found a pervert on the bus trip, with the smallest penis they had ever seen.

I sat, legs open, and head bowed. Letting them look at it, they even took pictures of me and my dick. Some of them made me pose with them. Eventually they left, as the bus had to leave, and once I was alone again I walked to my car and got in. I didn’t care who saw me now, it had gone way past that.



A few weeks later I got a visit from the cops as someone had reported me. They even had a picture one of the old men took, and had tracked me because one of the tourists took the license plate of my car. This time I had been prepared. I told the policemen I had been mugged, and they stripped me of my clothes and left me there. When I came too, I was about to run to my car when the bus arrived, so I got stuck in there and the men caught me. They thought I was a pervert getting my kicks at the local rest room.

The cops didn’t believe me, especially because I couldn’t remember who actually mugged me and refused to make an official complaint about it, which made my story sound fishy. Eventually I pointed to the picture and said, “Do you honestly think I’d be nude in there on purpose, given what I’m packing?”

The cops looked at the picture again, and said, “Yeah, probably not. You’re not built to be a flasher, son.”

They left me after that, and no further action was taken. I’ve never seen that young woman and her boyfriend ever again. But that day is one I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.
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