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The Amazing Short-Dicked Man

by rat_race

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I’m in my mid-thirties now. 35 to be exact. But around 10 years ago, after I finally finished college and got my MBA degree, I began working in the real world as an assistant bar manager at a fancy hotel here in town, near the college campus. I now manage this same bar, and I have my own assistant manager who filled my old vacant slot when I got promoted.

All sorts of good-looking coeds show up at this bar on a nightly basis. And they will inevitably ask me as some point if I’m single. And when I tell them that I am, many of those young women have made comments to me along the lines of, “You’re such a good-looking guy. I can’t believe you’re still single.” or “Richard, I can’t believe some woman hasn’t come along already, and snapped you up, and taken you off the market by now.”

And my response to them is always the same, “That’s because I’ve got a short penis.”

And those young ladies will inevitably laugh when I tell them that, assuming that I am joking around with them. And of course, I always laugh right along with them.

The problem is that I’m telling them the truth. My penis really is short. When I’ve got a full-blown hard-on, my dick is only about an inch and a half long, from base to tip, with a little over half of that full length being taken up by my dick-head (I know, because I’ve actually measured my erect dick with a ruler). And if that weren’t bad enough, I’ve got one of those flat, drastically-flared-out dick-heads that grows to about twice the width of my small shaft when it becomes blood-engorged. So my fully-erect penis very much resembles a flesh-colored mushroom.

And of course, I hated my mother for naming me “Richard,” because everyone around me has always tried to call me “Dick.” How ironic huh? A guy who barely has a dick down between his legs being called “Dick.” It’s like having my single, physical, short-coming shoved in my face every time I turn around. So I always end up having to correct other people by telling them, “My name’s not ‘Dick.’ It’s ‘Rich,’ which is short for ‘Richard.'”

For the record, I have been ashamed of my penis ever since I hit puberty. And to make matters even worse, from my point-of-view, my dick looks even smaller than it actually is, thanks to the normal size ball-sack hanging down between my legs, just underneath my short dick.

Speaking of hitting puberty, just like all other boys out there, I began experiencing spontaneous erections at inappropriate places and times, like for instance, when I was at school. But unlike with other boys who got spontaneous erections in public, no girls–or other boys, for that matter–ever pointed at my crotch and made fun of me for having an erection. But that was only because my fully-erect penis was barely noticeable underneath my pants, or my shorts, or my swimsuit. And so I never knew what it was like to actually have to try to hide my erection.

Ironically, at the 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, mostly-heavyset businessmen who were either out of town away from their wives, or were single and here in town on vacation or business, according to Mel.

Did Mel sleep with those men? Well that depended on how much they paid her. Her services were charged on a graduated scale.

If her client wanted to go out for an evening on the town with Mel on his arm, that would cost him a cool $1,000.00. That was her minimum base price that all clients had to pay in advance directly to the escort company in order to book Mel’s exclusive services.

And of course, for personal safety reasons, Mel hid her name and other personally identifiable information from her clients. When she was “escorting” (that’s what she liked to call it), she would use the name “Snow” instead of her real name. I asked one time why she chose to use that particular name, and she told me, “Are you kidding me? Just look at me. I think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

If Mel’s client wanted her to come to his hotel room and do a sexy striptease in front of him. That would be an additional $200.00, and yet another $300.00 more if he wanted to actually touch and feel her breasts and her pussy while she was doing a lap dance for him.

For an additional $400.00 on top of that, Mel would let her client fuck her pussy one time while he was wearing a condom. Either that, or for that same additional $400.00, her client could choose to get a blowjob from Mel, instead. She would even let the client cum in her mouth, if he wanted her to. And for $600 more, Mel would let her client fuck her pussy one time bareback. But as far as Mel was concerned, anal intercourse was strictly off-limits.

However, some of Mel’s richest clients chose what she liked to call “the full package.” For a total cost of $3,000.00 Mel would sleep with her client all night long and let him pretty much do whatever he wanted to do to her (or with her) sexually as much as he wanted (within certain limits, of course, which were clearly explained up front, during her business negotiations with each client) until 6:30 AM the next morning, at which time the client’s fairy tale relationship would come to an abrupt end, when Mel would get out of bed, get dressed and quickly leave the hotel room to become a college coed once again until her next booking.

Needless to say, Mel made an incredible amount of money for as little work as possible. Sure, she had to let the escort company keep 35% of her earnings, but she was taking home the other 65%. This allowed Mel to spend most of her time being a student, and only having to get booked as an escort when her money started running low.

Mel and I hit it off from the very start. I really like Mel a lot, and saw her as possible future wife material, believe it or not. I didn’t mind at all that she went out from time to time and had sex with other men for money. That only took the pressure off me, since I was reasonably certain that those men all had much larger dicks than I do, and would be able to satisfy her during intercourse much better than I ever could.

I also discovered that Mel was a true nymphomaniac, and that a single penis would never be enough to satisfy her voracious sexual appetite. Mel admitted to me herself that she intended to continue working as an escort, well past her college years, just as long as there were men out there who found her attractive enough to hire her for sex. And believe or not, I was okay with that too.

So I stopped playing the field and focused my attention exclusively on Mel. And over time, our petting got more and more serious, until that dreaded day finally arrived when Mel asked me point-blank, “How come you haven’t ever tried to touch my pussy yet? I mean, we’ve been dating several months now. Don’t you want to have sex with me, Rich?”

Mel and I were sitting on the side of my bed in my bedroom at my apartment. And we had been French-kissing, and hugging, and making out for a little while. And at that point, we were both naked from the waist up, and I was feeling out one of Mel’s bare breasts when she dropped that bombshell question on me.

“You don’t know how much I want to have sex with you, Mel! But if I touch your pussy, then I just know that you’re going to want to reach over and touch my dick, too. And it’s just that I’m not sure if you’ll actually want to have sex with me, once you find out what’s down between my legs.”

“You’re not a tranny, are you? I mean, you don’t have a pussy down there, do you? ‘Cuz if you do, I’m fine with that, too. I do have a couple of female clients that book me once in a while,” Mel stated, obviously very confused about that I had just told her.

“No! Of course I don’t have a pussy. But sometimes, I wish that I did. Because my dick’s small. And I do mean really small!”

“Oh, that’s no big deal,” Mel said, trying to assure me. “Size isn’t what matters, it’s how you use it.”

“That’s the problem. I’m not really sure how to use it. The truth is I’ve got a hard-on right now, and you can’t even tell that I do, can you?” I asked, pointing down towards my pants-covered crotch.”

“No. Come on, Rich. Are you trying to pull one over on me?”

“No,” I replied. “The saddest part is that I’m being dead-serious with you right now. I’ll even show it to you, if you think you can handle it. Go ahead and unbutton my pants, and pull down my zipper, and reach down inside the front of my underwear. Just think. You’ll be the first girl I’ve dated who actually got to see what my dick looks like.”

“Sweetie, are you sure you want me to do this?” Mel asked, offering me a final way out, so that I could save face if I wanted to take it. But I knew it was time for me to man up, and see if there was any possibility of a real future with Mel, my adorable little call girl.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I said to Mel. “Now’s as good a time as any. Sometimes you just have to rip the bandage off and hope for the best.”

Mel reached across to my waist and calmly undid the top button of my pants. Then she pulled down the zipper at the front of my pants, and stuck her hand down inside the front of my underwear, just like I had asked her to do.

She touched the circumcised head of my fully-erect dick with her fingertips, and quickly yanked her hand back out of my underwear, as if she had just touched the burner on a hot stove.

Then she reached back across to my lower abdomen and ever-so-slowly pulled down the front of my underwear to actually look at my dick this time, instead of just touching it with her fingertips. This was definitely the most embarrassing thing that I had ever been through.

Especially when, upon catching her first glimpse of my super-short, flat-headed penis, Mel pointed at it as she instantly reacted with, “Oh, my God! How are you supposed to fuck a woman with that…that…mushroom you’ve got down there?”

“Honestly, I don’t know, Mel. I’ve been trying to figure that out for years.”

“Well, that’s one cruel fucking joke, if you ask me!” Mel remarked. “So I guess you’re still a virgin, right?”

“Of course, I am.”

“Do you masturbate?” Mel asked me, out of the blue.

I just looked at Mel with my mouth wide-open for a moment. I couldn’t believe she had just asked me that.

Mel saw my surprised reaction to her decidedly-forward question, and she quickly went on to explain, “I mean, I can see that you’ve got a nice big set of balls on you. I assume you can orgasm and ejaculate and stuff, just like other guys do, right?”

“Yes, all the plumbing works just fine, thank you. What about yours? I’ve never seen a real live pussy in person before. The least you could do is show it to me, don’t you think?” I quickly suggested, figuring that turnabout was fair play.

“Sure,” Mel said, and then jokingly added, “But it’ll cost you $200.00.”

Then Mel stood up in front of me, spread her legs apart, and pulled down her pants and panties around her thighs. She tilted her pelvis back to let me get a good look at her shaved-hairless pussy, which was now just inches away from my nose. Then she reached down, and placed a hand on each side of her vulva, and pulled her pussy crack wide-open, and then just held it that way to let me see it up close.

When the slightly-fishy aroma of her pussy crack wafted up my nose, I almost came, right there on the spot. And I said to Mel, “You’ve got a really nice-looking pussy. Is it okay if I touch it and feel it?”

“Of course, silly,” Mel said with a big smile on her face. “I don’t expect you to just sit there and look at it. But that’ll be another $300 for my services, sir,” she said, and we both laughed out loud.

Meanwhile, I just sat there on the side of the bed and stared at Mel’s wide-open pussy crack, with my eyes naturally being drawn towards her vaginal opening.

“Well, what you waiting for? It’s not gonna bite! Dig in, man. Hurry up, before I change my mind about all this!” Mel warned me.

I didn’t need a second warning. My right hand shot out towards her exposed crotch area, and my fingers began groping away at Mel’s sweet pussy, feeling out every external part of it that I could. I was surprised by how delicate her different pussy structures felt to my fingertips, and I just kept groping away at her pussy for several minutes.

Mel reached across, placing her open palms on each side of my cheeks and asked me, “Why are you avoiding my vagina? I figured you’d be finger-fucking the crap out of me by now.”

“Is that what you want me to do?”

“Well, duh! Why do you think I’m letting you do all this right now?”

“Because you love me,” I answered.

“That, and I’ve been waiting several months for you to make a move on me. So make the fucking move, man! Stick your God damn fingers up into my vajayjay already, and let’s get this show on the road.”

“Are you saying that you want me to try to fuck you?”

“No. I’m saying that I want you to fuck me with your fingers first, and then fuck me with that giant mushroom dickhead of yours. Do you think you can do that for me?”

I slowly and very carefully inserted my middle finger up inside of Mel’s vagina. It felt really strange to me. I didn’t expect the walls of her vagina to be so rough-skinned near the entrance. Nor did I expect her cervix to be so firm that it felt like the head of a small dick buried deep inside her vagina.

“I can’t use a condom. I haven’t been able to find any that fit me,” I confessed to Mel, as I was slowing inserting a second finger up deep into her vagina along side my middle finger.

“So what? I hate condoms.”

“But aren’t you afraid that I might get you pregnant?”

“Why don’t you let me worry about that, and you just worry about doing the ‘thrusting and ejaculation’ stuff, okay?”

“So what do we do next?”

“I don’t do anything. You need to thrust your two fingers in and out of my vagina until you make me cum.”

I started repeatedly thrusting my held-together middle finger and ring finger in and out of Mel’s vagina.

“How will I know when that happens?” I asked Mel.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be painfully obvious. I’m a real squirter.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ll ejaculate my cum from my piss-hole, just like a guy does. And your hand will get really wet. And it’ll look like I’m pissing out little spurts of urine onto your hand, but I’m not. It’s my cum. And it doesn’t smell or taste like urine at all.”

“Wow! That’s something they never talked about in health class.”

“Yeah. They didn’t talk about ‘G-spots’ either. But that doesn’t make them any less important to a girl.

“By the way, you need to thrust your fingers in and out a lot faster than that, if you want to make me cum right now. You do want to make me cum, right?”

“Oh hell yeah!” I said, and I began rapidly thrusting my fingers in and out of Mel’s vagina, as fast as my arm would let me do it.

“Oh yeah. Just like that, Rich. That’s perfect. Don’t stop! Fuck yes! That’s it! Oh God! Fuck yeah!”

And the next thing I knew, I felt Mel’s vagina repeatedly and rhythmically clamping down around my two held-together vaginal-thrusting fingers as she was squirting her warm, watery-looking cum all over my hand. I looked up at her face, and she really seemed to be enjoying the crap out of releasing her sexual fluid like that. But it did leave a wet mess in the crotch lining of her panties, which were stretched taut between her two spread-apart thighs.

“Do you do this with your clients?”

“Do you mean the French-kissing and making out stuff that we were doing earlier? If so, then no. I make sure all my client know up front that kissing me on the lips is not allowed. They can place their mouth on my tits or on my pussy, but never on my lips.

“That special show-of-emotion is reserved exclusively for my lover, and that just happens to be you. If a client kisses me on the lips, I tell them that they fucked up royally, and then I immediately leave the situation, without so much as a goodbye. I will also never allow that client to book me again in the future.”

“I wasn’t talking about the French-kissing stuff. I was talking about the pussy finger-fucking stuff. Do you do that for your clients?”

“I have in the past. It just depends on what mood I’m in at the time–and whether or not they paid the extra $500.00 for the privilege of touching my pussy.”

“Do you cum while they’re doing it, like you did for me just now?”

“I always cum! I’ve never had a problem in that department, unlike some girls I know. And so I never have to fake an orgasm. That’s the one thing my clients love about me. They know that my orgasms–just like theirs–are always real.”

“But isn’t it hard for you to get excited enough to cum when you’ve got some overweight, unattractive, 50-year-old guy having sex with you?”

“No. It’s not. At least, not for me it isn’t. To me, a dick is a dick, and balls are balls, and sperm is sperm. And no matter whose dick and balls that sperm comes out of, it’s always a huge turn-on for me. It’s just the way I’m mentally wired, I guess. Besides, sex is 90% mental and only about 10% physical. So I’m really good at fantasizing whenever I need to, in order to raise my level of mental sexual excitement.

“So are you ready to fuck me now? ‘Cuz my pussy’s definitely more than ready for your dick.”

“How are you wanting to do this? I mean, I can’t fuck you in a standing position. My dick would never reach your vagina.”

“You need to think outside the box. There’s other ways to fuck, besides face-to-face, missionary style. Tell ya what, why don’t you do me doggie-style and let’s see what happens?”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you still want me to fuck you, after you’ve seen what my dick looks like!”

“It’s still a dick, right? And you’ve got balls that create sperm. And you already told me you’re capable of ejaculating that sperm. So quit feeling sorry for yourself, and take off the rest of your fucking clothes already, ‘cuz that’s what I’m fixing to do!”

Mel pulled her pants and panties all the way down to her ankles, and then stepped out of the leg-holes, before she plopped herself down on top of the bed beside me.

While she was getting naked from the waist down, I was doing the same thing, trying to act nonchalant about it, like she was, but not doing a very good job of hiding my extreme nervousness and self-consciousness. Without even being aware of what I was doing, I actually kept the palm of my hand over my bare crotch to conceal my short, stubby dick as I was climbing into bed with a totally-naked Mel for the first time ever.

Mel must have sensed how nervous I was, because she suddenly flipped over onto her stomach, and got up on all fours on top of the bed, sticking her butt up into the air. Then she coyly shook her butt from side to side, and she said to me, “Go ahead and fuck me doggie-style. I promise not to look. I’ll just lie here and enjoy it, okay?”

I maneuvered myself up onto my knees behind Mel’s awesome-looking butt, and I moved my hips to carefully position my dick-head at the opening of Mel’s vagina. I pressed my hips forward, and as I felt the head of my dick penetrate Mel’s vagina, I spontaneously orgasmed my ass off, just from the sheer mental excitement of the whole situation. This was the first time that I had ever ejaculated my sperm directly into a woman’s vagina. All I can say is it felt fucking awesome! I felt like I was on top of the world!

“You see?” Mel said. “I told you you could do it. You just fucked me, Rich. Bravo!” Mel added, giggling in delight and rapidly clapping her hands, like I had just put on a great performance for her, and she was thoroughly pleased–even though I was painfully aware that what I had really just finished doing was called “premature ejaculation.”

Then Mel rolled over onto her back, and it struck me just how beautiful her totally-naked body was. Her pale skin was perfect. There wasn’t a noticeable blemish anywhere on it. She could have easily played the character of Snow White at any Disney theme park. And yes, it was totally obvious why Mel chose to use the name “Snow” whenever she was working as an escort. I mean, it was no wonder why men would pay so much money to have sex with a woman like Mel. They were in essence getting their chance to have sex with a real live Snow White.

And it wasn’t just Mel’s skin that was perfect. Her breasts were perfectly sized and formed, and her nipples were perfectly proportioned to her breasts. And just like her breasts, her nipples were not too large, or too small, but just right.

Mel even had a perfect-looking vulva. When she had her legs together, and her vulva was in its naturally-closed-up position, it looked with a little curved mound of flesh at the front of her crotch, with a vertical crack perfectly bisecting that little flesh-mound. Her fleshy outer pussy lips effectively hid all of her other pussy-parts inside the crack of her pussy–even her clitoris–giving her the kind of pussy that most women would love to have down between their own legs.

I just stayed there motionlessly in a kneeling position, as I couldn’t help but stare at Mel’s sexy-looking naked body for the first time ever. Mind you, I didn’t care that I still had sperm that was slowly oozing out of my dick and falling down onto the sheets between my knees. And I didn’t care that Mel was staring at my leaky dick and my balls, while I was staring at her naked body–and especially at her her baby-bare, freshly-creampied pussy.

“Why don’t you lie down on your back beside me,” Mel suggested as she was patting the bed with the palm of her hand a few times.

As I rolled over onto my back from my knees to lie beside Mel, I said to her, “I’m sorry, Mel.”

“What are you sorry about? For fucking me?” Mel asked.

“No. For not making it last longer than it did.”

“You wouldn’t believe how many of my clients have told me that, after fucking me. Why do you think I had you finger-fuck me to give me that awesome orgasm before you began fucking me with your dick? I don’t expect any man to be able to last long enough to actually make me cum during the very first time that they ever fuck me. Most men ejaculate within a few seconds of initial penetration. Does that shock you?”

“No. Actually it makes a lot of sense. Their mental sexual excitement levels are way too high, because of the newness of the whole situation.”

“Bingo!” Mel chimed out. “The ironic thing is that I like it when that happens with a first-time client, because that gives most of them a reason to pay more to have me sleep with them, so that they can fuck me a second time to prove that they can last during intercourse, and be a ‘real man’ with me. Most of them stop after that second time though, which is a good thing, because that second time usually lasts quite a while.

“But some of my wealthiest client’s really want to get their money’s worth. And so they’ll just keep waking me up all night long to fuck me over and over again. That’ll usually give me a pretty sore pussy to deal with in class the next day. But the money makes it all worth it, you know?”

“Do any of your clients ever suck your tits, or eat your pussy?”

“Are you kidding me? They do that, and a lot more. I had one client recently who asked me if he could stick his big toe into my vagina.

“I had another client who wanted us to take turns peeing all over each other’s bare genitals, before we started fucking.

“My most-recent client had me lie down on my back and spread my legs apart so that he could insert a handful of quarters up deep into my vagina, and then fuck me with those quarters still in place.”

“Wow! So you never know how things are going to turn out then? That must take a lot of balls.”

“Either that, or a lot of stupidity on my part. I really should have just told that last client, ‘No, I don’t want you to stick quarters up inside of my vagina before you fuck me.’ But he was one of the nicest guys you’d ever want to meet, and I didn’t think that it was any big deal for me honor his weird fetish request.”

“But weren’t you worried about your client sticking those filthy quarters up into your vagina? I mean, couldn’t they have given you some kind of infection, or something?”

“Nah! They were just quarters. You wouldn’t believe the kinds of things that I’ve had up inside of my pussy over the years! Everything from my own wadded-up panties, to dildos, to cucumbers, and beyond. That type of stuff just comes with the territory.”

“But with that last client of yours, how did you get the quarters out afterwards, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“That was part of our agreement from the start. After my client was finished fucking me and cumming inside me, I just lay there on my back with my legs spread, and I let him reach up into my vagina and pull those gooey quarters back out, one at a time, until he had finally managed to remove them all.”

“Wow! That’s some kinky shit, if you ask me!”

“I agree with you. But do you know that it actually made me cum when he began pulling those quarters out of my vagina? I squirted all over his hands.”

“You didn’t.”

“Oh yes, I did.”

“Boy, you are one horny girl, aren’t you?”

“Fuckin’ ‘A’ I am! That’s why I get paid the big bucks. But enough about my clients.

“Right now, I’m going to play with that sexy mushroom dick of yours, and suck on it until you get another hard-on. Then you’re gonna mount me again.

“But this time, I want you to take your time fucking me, and really enjoy the intercourse. Not only that, but I know how we can do it in a face-to-face position. How’s that sound to you?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Mel got up on her knees, leaned over my lap, and began fondling my dick and feeling out my balls. And it didn’t take long at all for me to get another hard-on.

And within a couple of minutes, Mel suddenly swooped down on my dick-head with her mouth, and began sucking away on it. And just seconds later, I quickly-but-gently grabbed her head with my hands and literally pulled her mouth up off of my dick, while I was explaining to her, “If you keep going like that, you’re gonna make me cum. And I really wanna cum in your pussy, instead of your mouth, okay?”

“Sure,” Mel replied, and then she lay down on her back next to me, on top of the bed, slightly spreading her legs apart.

I didn’t have a clue what Mel was up to at this point. But I knew she was really good at thinking outside the box. And I also knew that Mel had to realize that we would never be able to fuck in a traditional missionary-style position, due to the extremely short length of my penis.

However, Mel shocked me when she did that contortionist move that only a young woman can do.