A Small Premature Problem

A SMALL PREMATURE PROBLEM by Eben Gerrard

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CONTENT WARNING

The following erotic story is entirely fictional. It contains the following themes:

• Small Penis Teasing [SPT]

(which is not the same as Small Penis Humiliation [SPH]) - Premature Ejaculation - A mini ruined orgasm(?) - Aftercare and a soppy ending

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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

This is my second story for Nifty. Very much like my first story, this is a further exploration of penis size differences. Whereas I previously explored this dynamic between young friends, this particular story centres on a couple that has been dating for a while. I am especially interested in ambivalent fetishist power dynamics, or, in other words, the subversion of traditional dominant and submissive tropes in gay erotica. We'll see how this develops in the future in other stories.

I would love to hear some feedback! Please do not hesitate to e-mail me at ebengerrard@yahoo.com

OTHER WORK

I Love That You're Bigger (Young Friends) http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/i-love-that-youre-bigger

Before I was fully inside, I knew it was over.

"Wait, don't cum yet!"

"I won't - I..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled out from under me.

"No!" I exclaimed, trying to remain in contact.

I so desperately wanted to be inside him when I came. Instead, my penis shot its load uselessly into the air. After the last stream hit the bed, I collapsed next to my boyfriend. He was facing away from me.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Great!" He turned around towards me and kissed me. I smirked. "Your turn."

"No, it's fine," Jerry said, as he tried to grab my wrist. He was too late, though, and reached down and grabbed his penis.

It always surprised me how large it was. It was a very sturdy 19 centimetres long when it was hard. Not quite as thick as a can of Coca-Cola, but definitely thicker than a Red Bull. I pressed him down on the bed, and pressed my tongue into the foreskin, rolling it gently in the heat underneath. I knew he was a little sensitive, keeping his foreskin mostly closed when masturbating.

"Uhg..." He groaned. "Anton..."

I knew he liked this. My tongue moved erratically under his foreskin so that he couldn't predict my next move. He was thrashing like a desperate schoolboy. I got up for air and immediately replaced my mouth with my hand and began stroking. His penis was huge, so I couldn't suck for an extended time without straining my jaw. At the same time, I couldn't stroke him for too long because my arm would get sore.

"Your dick is so big," I crooned. I crawled back up, laying down next to him, without stopping my aggressive pump. He was close. I suddenly let go.

"No!" he begged, turning his face towards me. I could see the desperation in his large, brown eyes.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked. He nodded, burying his head into my shoulder.

"You think just because your dick is so big, you deserve to cum?" I asked again, surprising myself. For a moment, I thought he'd stop at my strange comment, but he didn't.

"My dick is big, and I deserve to cum," he said, thrusting towards my hand. I looked down. His dick really was huge. Next to mine, it was enormous. I began stroking him again aggressively, heading for the finish line. I could sense he was close.

"Do you think big dicks cum more?" I whispered into his ear.

"More than yours," he grunted.

I was shocked. Why would Jerry say something like that? I continued stroking, now more aggressively. "Why do you think that is?" I asked.

"Because my balls are bigger than yours and..." I stroked faster. "...and... I can actually control when I cum."

And then he came. Blasts of seed splattered over his chest and my hand.

As he came down from his post-orgasmic high, he turned around and looked at me.

"Hey...", he said. I was looking down at the dribbling mess on his stomach, his softening dick, and my hard-on.

"Hey?" he repeated. I looked up into his brown eyes.

Jerry and I had been dating for two months now. We were both students, and we met over Grindr. A shocker: our first date was an actual date. No sex involved. That is how I knew he was a keeper. His straight light-brown hair matched his expressive eyes.

"Sorry about that," he said. "About what I said about your penis."

"I can't even remember what you said," I smiled.

"Anton..." he said, finding my gaze. "You know your penis is fine."

"It's not as big as yours, though," I pouted somewhat childishly. For some reason, though, my penis was throbbing.

"No, it's not." I throbbed. "It's not huge," he continued. My penis was straining against the foreskin, as though it wanted to escape. "But, it's not that small either." And just like that, it deflated ever so slightly.

What was going on?

"Honesty moment?" I asked. This was our safe-word, meaning: 'I'm going to be brutally honest, please don't judge me.'

"Honesty moment," he confirmed.

"I think I liked it when you spoke about my penis..." I took a breath. "...and its size."

"Okay," he nodded. "Honesty moment?"

"Honesty moment," I affirmed.

He looked down at our penises. "Your penis is rather small," he said carefully. My penis twitched. It was pointing directly at Jerry's large, soft member.

"Oh, I see," he said. "You really do like it?"

"Yeah, is it weird, though?" I asked. His gaze was still glued to my penis.

"Maybe, but it's the truth. It's far smaller than my ex," Jerry said. As if on cue, my glans burst through the foreskin. It was irritating when that happened because the skin always got stuck behind the head if there wasn't enough moisture to allow it to glide back over. And my glans was quite sensitive, as it is. It occurred to me that we haven't spoken about our respective exes. He moved his hand to its familiar position around my penis. It disappeared in his fist.

"How big was your ex?" I asked. I knew if his hand moved too much, I would cum. But I needn't have worried. His fist opened, leaving my penis as though lost in a large cave. His fingers weren't even touching his thumb anymore.

"He was about this thick," he said. That was definitely Coca-Cola-size.

"How long was his dick?" I asked. My penis felt cold in the cavernous space of his fist.

"About..." he moved his hand up, never touching my quivering member. He stopped, and his entire first was above my penis. "About this big." I thrust up uselessly towards the familiar hand that used to hold my penis so tightly for the past two months.

"I think that must have been 20 centimetres. A bit bigger than me," Jerry mused.

"I've never measured myself," I said.

"Don't lie! Everyone does it!"

I blushed. Jerry held me tightly and kissed me gently on the mouth. His tongue not penetrating, but letting me know it's there.

"Don't worry," he said. "Look down."

I did. His penis was hard as steel, confidently dominating the tight space between our bodies.

"Press it against mine, and then we can see how much smaller yours is." He kissed me on the nose, and we manoeuvred into position. He was a bit taller than me, so I was looking into his neck.

"Yeah, I thought so," he concluded. "It's about 7 centimetres shorter. So if I'm 19 centimetres, that will make you 12 centimetres."

I had lied. Of course, I had measured it. Daily. I strained against the ruler, willing it to give me an extra centimetre.

My penis was throbbing against his. A little more friction and I would explode.

"Do you think that's why I cum so fast?" I asked.

He rolled onto his back and put his hand behind his head. I lay comfortably on his chest, playing with the little hairs around his nipples.

"It would make a lot of sense," he said. "Think about it, your penis is smaller but has the same number of nerve endings. So everything just feels more intense to you. In a way, I'm a bit jealous of your little dick." He smiled broadly, and my little penis throbbed against Jerry's leg.

"Do you really like it when I talk about your size?" he asked. He looked somewhat concerned.

"Yes, I think..."

"Yeah?"

"I think I've always been a bit shy about my size," I finally said.

"When did you first realise you were small?" he asked. There was no malice. He seemed genuinely curious.

"Camping in the sixth grade. A bunch of us shared a bungalow, and I remember everyone began playing striptease. Up until that moment, I hadn't really thought about my size. And then I saw all the boys naked. The youngest boy said my penis was smaller than his. To prove him wrong, we got hard. He was at least a third bigger than me. He laughed and began stroking me with two fingers. I came instantly."

Jerry looked at me. I thought I had freaked him out, when finally he said, "Do you want to try and fuck me again?"

I hesitated. I wanted to, but... "What if I don't last? I usually cum the moment I enter you."

"Yeah, but I've got an idea."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. And," Jerry said as he kissed me, "Would you like to cum inside me?"

I almost came just thinking about it. "Why now?"

"Up until now, I just thought you came quickly because you were in a hurry, so I somehow didn't think you really deserved it. But now we know why you cum so quickly. If we kink it up a bit, and you can last just one minute inside me, then I'll let you cum in me."

I rolled on top of him. "Maybe I can even last two minutes?" I said enthusiastically.

He laughed and kissed me on the nose.

"Let's not get our hopes too high. Baby steps for the baby dick."

He reached for the bedtable, picked up the lube, and squeezed a bit onto his fingers. He lay back down and pulled me on top of him; my small member resting safely on his massive appendage.

"I'm going to touch you now. Is that okay?" I nodded and braced myself. He reached down with his hand, and I felt... nothing. Where was his hand? I looked down and saw his hand at least six centimetres away from my penis, in the shape of an open fist. I looked back up at him and saw he was smiling.

"This is where a real man's dick would be able to reach."

This may have been the single hottest moment of my life. My arms were trembling, threatening to collapse me onto him.

"Your first challenge," he continued, "is to reach your penis into my hand."

With desperation, I thrust towards Jerry's first. Each thrust left me wanting more. I wasn't even close. I tried thrusting further. "I can't," I moaned.

"Why?"

"My penis is too small. It can't reach that far." I tried another desperate measure to change the angle - still, no contact.

"Come on, Anton. I believe in you," he said. He propped himself up on his elbow and kissed me. "You're so close," he said, our mouths connected. I was breathing erratically into his mouth, thrusting towards his fist. I could feel his smile. God, that smile...

Then suddenly, I felt it. It was slight, but the tip of my glans finally reached the opening of Jerry's fist, taking some of the moisture there.

"I'm so proud of you!" he said, kissing me deeply. He lay back down. "As your reward, here's the lube."

He brought his fist closer so that the opening was in line with my penis.

"Can I go in?" I asked tentatively.

"Sure."

Scared he'd pull away again, I thrust quickly into his fist but felt nothing. I looked down. My entire penis was engulfed, but I couldn't feel his familiar tight grip. Instead, I was in a void. He looked like he was holding an imaginary Coca-Cola can.

"Your second challenge," he said, sensing my confusion, "is to lubricate your little penis in my fist. I'm going to keep my fist open like this. This is how girthy my ex was."

"Yeah," I remembered. My penis pulsed with excitement.

"Move around slowly inside and get yourself nice and wet."

I began to slowly gyrate my hips upwards. Finally, I could feel the top of Jerry's fist. I moved slowly left and right, coating the top of my penis with the lube. I had to be careful. If I came now, I wouldn't even be able to enter him, never mind cum inside him. "You're doing so well," he smiled at me. I stopped. God, that smile. "I'm going to..."

"No, not yet!" he commanded. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine anything else but the feeling in my dick. "No, look at me," he said. I opened my eyes, my arms trembling. "I want this for you, but you have to focus for me, okay?" he said. "Okay?" he repeated.

"Yes," I whispered. "Tell me again... how small am I?"

"I think I was your size when I was 10." Slowly, I began moving my penis around again, picking up lubricant. There was so much room in his fist, I couldn't imagine a penis being this thick. Trembling, I asked, "What's the thinnest penis you've had?"

"Besides you?" I nodded. He closed his fist a bit more. There was still a lot of room to spare. "This was the guy who first topped me. It was quite thin, so I couldn't really feel anything."

What? That's still way thicker than me! In the slightly more confined space, I could more easily cover my whole penis with the lubricant.

It was thoroughly lubricated. Jerry removed his fist.

I rested for a moment on top of him, our penises touching.

"Were you disappointed when you first saw my penis?"

He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I was. I think because I naturally bottom, I just... I didn't know how it would feel. And all my previous partners were bigger than you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, the smallest one was probably 15 centimetres. And of course, now you know how thin he was. We were 15 years old."

My little penis was straining, as if trying to prove a point. "But you couldn't really feel him inside you?"

"Not really. No." My 12-centimetre penis was practically jumping up and down against his large dick. He chuckled and said, "I actually don't ever feel you inside me either."

I was shaking. This was the hottest conversation I've ever had. I was ready to fuck.

"You're going to feel me now. I'm going to fuck you like a stallion," I said with bravado, my little penis oozing a little precum as if in salute to my plans.

I propped myself back up and lifted his legs. From this angle, the size difference was totally apparent. His large penis flopped against his belly, semi-soft. My penis was straining against its tiny confines, like a balloon that was about to pop.

I manoeuvred his legs on my shoulders. I lowered myself and placed my penis against his hole. We were closer than we'd ever been before during sex. Our noses almost touching.

"Remember, little boy, one minute," he said, kissing me slowly. I moved in. His opening resisted, but my little penis was persistent. Finally, I broke through the seal. Warmth engulfed me. I felt home. I was on the verge of breaking through the initial barrier. I shuffled forward slightly to be able to kiss him when I finally make it all the way. Then suddenly, I popped out. I began thrusting wildly out of frustration, but my little penis couldn't find the opening again.

"Calm down," he said, holding my cheek.

"I just slipped out," I moaned petulantly.

"Your penis is just too small to stay inside at every angle. You need to aim straight and keep going until it is in before you adjust your position," he instructed. "Sit up and use your hand."

"They never use their hand in porn," I argued.

"Yeah, but their dicks are a lot bigger than yours."

My penis was rock hard thanks to that reality check. I sat up, took hold of my penis, and positioned it again. I hated that I couldn't kiss Jerry while entering him. I held my penis and aimed it forward, keeping my eye on the entrance. I broke through. I wanted to cum. My balls were already drawing up dangerously. No! You can do it! If Jerry pulls away now, you're going to have another ruined orgasm. Keeping my penis in my hand, I moved in further, slowly, taking extra care not to pop out. I pushed passed the barrier. I was entirely inside. The sensation of warmth, of acceptance, was overwhelming. I had to kiss him. To thank him.

Carefully, I lowered myself above my boyfriend. I didn't want to slip out again.

Finally, I made it and kissed him. "I made it!" I beamed at him.

He smiled mischievously.

"Are you in yet, little guy?"

I nodded vigorously.

"I can't feel it? Prove you're inside me."

I began moving slowly, in-and-out of his warm orifice. He kept smiling at me. God, that smile.

"I'm going to..."

"No!" He grabbed my bum and held me still.

"One minute, remember?" He kissed me.

"I've never cum inside anyone before," I admitted.

"Neither have I. My ex told me it feels great, though."

"But he's so much bigger than me. And he could last longer than me."

Jerry pondered for a moment. "True," he nodded. "But, you shoot further than he did."

"Really?" I began thrusting.

"Yeah," Jerry said. "I want you to pump your seed deep in me."

"Do you think I'll reach further than your ex?"

"Not your dick, no. That's too small. But your seed might. Only if you last, though."

I began pumping with more intention. The warmth was unbearable. Surely it must have been a minute already?

"Please try and go a little deeper," Jerry said. He was flushed.

I began pumping as deep as I could.

"Just a bit father, Anton. Please," he was begging.

"I can't," I said, trying every angle to help my boyfriend feel even half the pleasure I was feeling now. If only I could find his prostate!

"Don't you wish you had a bigger dick?"

"I just want to be able to fill you!" I kept trying to locate it. Jabbing my little penis in each possible direction.

"I wish it was just two centimetres bigger so I could feel something!"

I was thrusting valiantly. Courageously. I won't let my boyfriend down. I won't let him remain unsatisfied.

Suddenly, I found something. Jerry gasped. "What was that?"

I positioned myself in the same way. My penis pointing slightly up towards his belly. I knew I had found it. I thrust forward as deep as my little dick could go, aiming for my prize.

Jerry gasped again.

"You feel my little dick?" I teased.

"Yeah," Jerry said breathlessly.

"You like what my little dick can do you for you, don't you?"

Jerry nodded and clung to my back. His eyes were closed tightly.

"Do you think a big dick can do this for you?" I jabbed his prostate with the head of my penis, like a piston in an engine.

"No," he whispered. "Bigger dicks go deep, but can't do THAT," he gasped. We were hanging on for dear life, while my little penis bravely did its duty. Jerry didn't want the sensations to end, and I didn't want to slip out again, so I kept my jabs small but insistent. Suddenly, I felt a stream of wetness erupt against our stomachs. I couldn't look down, for fear of slipping out, but I knew he had cum.

I kept going. I didn't know what the protocol was. I've never gotten this far.

Jerry then whispered into my ear, "It's been more than a minute."

I drew back slightly and looked him in the eye. He was smiling, exhausted, but proud. God, that smile.

"Please, can I cum?"

"Only if you promise to shoot as deep as you possibly can," he said intently.

"I promise." I kept thrusting.

"Okay, short stuff. Show me how much cum your tiny dick can shoot."

That sent me over the edge. I thrust as deep as I could, and I kissed Jerry. As my kiss landed on his lips, I shot my load as deep as my little penis would allow me. "I can feel it in me," Jerry said through the kisses. "I'm so proud of you, little guy! You're shooting so far!"

I couldn't respond. My body was out of control. My little penis was doing its best to claim this sacred space, shooting as far as it can, coating Jerry's insides with my love.

When I finally descended from my orgasm, my penis popped out immediately. I whimpered in frustration. I wished I could stay inside like other guys with bigger penises. To plug my seed inside so it can't slip out.

I suddenly got an idea: I could just use my finger! I moved hand down to Jerry's hole, but when I got there, it was tightly closed. Just slightly wet from the lube, but no leaking cum. Jerry chuckled.

"The one benefit of having such a small penis is that I don't stay stretched out. You're all still in me."

I crawled up to him and lay on his chest. He kissed me on my head.

"You know I don't really mind that you have a small penis?" he said.

"I know. But I really liked the teasing," I responded.

I could feel him nod. "Me too."

"Why?" I asked.

"As a bottom, I think I enjoy having the power."

I could feel him smile. God, that smile.

We were silent for a while. I was almost asleep, when Jerry said, "I have never had someone hit that spot before. I'm going to tease your penis, but I love your penis."

And we fell asleep.