Justin lost sight of his girlfriend; the vacation was supposed to be a way for the two of them to bond again. Things had gotten a bit distant and it was her idea to get away. “Maybe this will rekindle the romance.” She said, “Maybe we can get away and have some fun.” 

Not that it was much of a romance.  No, Justin had never been much of a lover and this last ditch attempt by his girlfriend – she’s such a nice girl for doing this – was actually just par for the course, as far as things went with him and women; always just disappointing them and in the end the ghosting and breakups feeling more normal each and every time.

And now there he was, wandering around this strange city alone, looking for his girlfriend – she was just there a few steps away walking with him but the crowd was thick and it didn’t take much for the two of them to get separated. Justin sent her a few texts but got nothing back – nothing to worry about just yet, he figured but still probably best to keep an eye out and while he wanted to be sure she was okay the sun was shining and the city was full of energy, so he kept walking and couldn’t help but notice there was some kind of celebration going on: bright colorful flags everywhere, dance music in the air and the outdoor patios vibrant with exceptionally well groomed men enjoying drinks at the bars.

Which seemed like a good idea to Justin; a nice refreshing beverage in the sunshine amongst the comradery of men; and everyone was having such a good time – a helluva a lot more fun than he was having with the girlfriend –  and no matter which way he looked, there was nothing but men everywhere so he simply walked to the closest patio entrance and found himself a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. 

It wasn’t long before Justin had a drink in front of him and the guy sitting beside him said hello. “Enjoying the city?” The guy asks, his chiseled jawline moving as he speaks. “Yes.” Justin replied, “There seems to be a lot of celebrating going on and a lot of people wearing white.” The man beside him chuckled and nodded, “Yes a lot of people are wearing white – it’s the White Party.” He explains, “It’s a yearly celebration and yes, a lot of white clothing along with a lot of parties, clubbing and a lot of sex!”

Justin nearly choked on his drink. “Sex?” The handsome man chuckled again, realizing how green Justin was to the scene. “Yes, sex – it gets wild trust me, you should stick around.”

The first thing Justin thought about was his girlfriend and did she know what was going on in town. Where was she anyway? He texted her again and didn’t get an immediate response – no worries, he assumed – you’re both adults, doing adult things and no doubt later on you’ll both have lots to talk about.

“Are you expecting someone?” The man asked, noticing Justin playing with his phone. “Not really.” He answered, “Just my girlfriend – we came here for a bit of a getaway and I’m not sure she realized what’s going on but now that I think of it – I guess we were pretty lucky to get a room.” 

“Ya, you were!” The man commented, surprised, “Well you’re welcome to hang out with me, I’ve got some friends in town and we’re going to chill, check things out – see where the evening goes.” Justin nodded and smiled, something about that sounded really good to him.  Enjoying his beverage he allowed the pleasant vibes to wash over him – this is turning out better than he’d imagined.

Suddenly a very good looking man, almost the other guy’s twin, approaches.  “Hey there!’  He says, “We just got into town. How long have you been here?” It was obvious the two knew each other. “Been here a few hours.” The other replied, “This is my new friend. He’s in town for the weekend with his girlfriend.” He continues, smirking and introducing Justin. “Oh ya?” The other questions, and then looking at Justin, “Where’s your girlfriend now?”

Gulping, Justin felt dread mixed in with excitement. Looking back and forth between the two men – the masculinity between them almost making him uncomfortable – so much manhood between them that Justin barely managed a shrug. “I don’t know where she is.” Justin shared, almost sounding pathetic and the two handsome guys laughed and patted him on the back in unison. “Hey, don’t worry about her in this town. She’s going to be just fine!” Their laughter erupts. “Now what are we going to do with you?” They speak together, looking Justin up and down, making him feel slightly uncomfortable; shy even, and it caught him off guard – these feelings – because there was nothing to get nervous about… or was there?

Justin’s train of thought was abruptly stopped as he felt one of the men, the one just a bit larger in every way than the other, place his hand on Justin’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. “What are we going to do with you?” He playfully reiterates.

Justin’s body froze but his eyes did not – wide now and very much with 20/20 vision he quickly scanned the bar, clearly recognizing the rainbow flags and the abundance of very well groomed men everywhere; my god, he thought, I’m in the middle of a Calvin Klein underwear commercial! And as though the smaller of the two men could read Justin’s mind, he commented, “You do know you are in a gay bar don’t you? During one of the most celebrated gay events of the year?” 

Another gulp, and while Justin was not in the habit of hanging around in gay bars, even to the uninitiated it was obvious where he was, now that he was paying attention; and in terms of how gay this bar was – it was what could be referred to as quintessential and suddenly Justin felt a lot of eyes on him as more and more handsome gay men began to surround him. It became clear these two guys were popular.

“Who’s this you’ve got with you?” The men ask. “This is our new friend, he lost track of his girlfriend and found himself here!” A burst of laughter erupted from the group. “Did he now?” They laughed… How convenient for him! 

Justin felt embarrassed as though they knew a dirty little secret; his dirty little secret – he felt his cheeks burn, being exposed even though he barely knew about what. Abruptly and with some firmness, Justin felt himself corralled, nudged and moved off his bar stool by this group of men, and then purposefully maneuvered through the bar, to the back, passing through some curtains and pushed onto his knees in the center of a dimly light room by a pair of strong hands.

Out of the corner of his eye, Justin could see the exit and while it was questionable as to how he found himself here on his knees surrounded by several hot gay men, at the same time he felt no one would stop him if he stood up and walked himself out of this place – say thanks guys but no thanks and leave – go find his girlfriend… seriously, no one would have stopped him… so why did he not go? Just get up and leave?

The truth of the matter, given the choice right then and there – to either get up off his knees and go find his girlfriend or to stay put, come what may – having a funny feeling Justin knew what was coming his way – he chose to stay because that’s what he wanted; everything he had ever dreamt about if he finally admitted the truth, everything including dropping to his knees, surrounded by hard gay cock in the midst of a gay celebration and do what comes naturally for him – a bottom cock sucking gay boy and begin to service cock – be a good boy now and service cock – that gay man Justin just met, and then service his friends cock and then all of the cock in this place. Open wide, Justin and service, suck, swallow and drain big aching cum filled gay balls; busting all over him, inside his mouth… down his throat.

It came naturally to him; sucking cock like that, a true cock whore being surrounded and used for oral servitude and it just felt so right, so fucking good sucking off so much cock. The men surrounding him and jacking their hard cocks. Some men not able to wait and just busting rope after rope of hot cum all over Justin’s face while he got skull fucked, and all the while his lil’ dick more hard than it’s ever been; and his girlfriend? Who knows, who cares! The insatiable desire growing inside of Justin to service more cock; making him feel alive, never wanting to go back to what it was like before. He won’t leave this gay place… he doesn’t have to, being a cock whore; this is where a bottom boy, good boy, cock whore should be – on his knees surrounded by big beautiful hard cock.

Do straight men refer to cock as beautiful? This question actually crossed Justin’s mind as more beautiful cock fucked his face; cock claiming him – each thrust hammering away at the straight guy he thought he was, revealing to him – and everyone else – including his girlfriend what everyone already knew, especially when she booked the room a year in advance, knowing her boyfriend better than he knew himself – knowing the white party, a huge gay celebration would be on, and knowing her boyfriend would get lost amongst all the gay men and find himself on his knees, being the horny gay boy she knew he was, finally setting Justin free – knowing he’d never come back to her… pushing Justin down the gay boi rabbit hole! 

No more pussy for Justin; he’s a cock whore now.

THE END

Small Penis Humiliation is a lot of fun!

The humiliation and the embarrassment that you feel when a hot woman decides that your penis is in fact way too small for her.

This kink sometimes is simply a hot woman laughing at you, but sometimes it goes into the sissy fetish, cuckold fetish and many other forms of humiliation for those small penis guys.

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Dear Miss Tara,

I’ve been listening to your audios for a while now and I can relate to so many of them especially the audios about small penises, and the erotic way that you humiliate really gets my lil’ dic very excited.

I’m writing this message to you today in hopes that you will enjoy hearing about a recent and embarrassing situation I found myself in. First off I’ll share with you that I have a four inch penis (when hard) and believe it or not, sometimes my wife and I have sex. For years she’s been on the pill but lately she needed to stop and so we had to look at birth control alternatives.

Obviously the immediate solution was for me to buy some condoms and make sure to have those on hand. The irony of that though, is that using condoms tend to be very awkward on my little guy and for the most part haven’t worked well in the past; however, my thinking was along the lines of ‘better safe than sorry’.

My plan at the drug store was to simply go in, grab a box of the usual disappointing fitting condoms and run out. No big deal – easy squeezy and it’s over with but while there, looking for my usual brand, I spotted a brand of condoms I had not seen before called ‘My One’ and immediately I knew the product name was speaking to me. I could quickly ascertain that these ‘My One’ condoms we special ‘snug’ condoms for lil’ dics starting at 4.5 inches which while still too big, I figured better than what I’d been working with before and could possibly be a game changer for me. I actually allowed myself to get excited.

It wasn’t long after grabbing the box of condoms and heading to the checkout did my excitement begin to falter. I had to present these ‘My One’ condoms to an actual human being in order to purchase them (the only checkout offered) and it was clear to me I’d be exposed for my small penis size.  Not only that, but the cashier at the time was a pretty twenty-something, girl-next-door type and despite me wanting to run and hide, the potential for my exposure and embarrassment was so arousing that I instead did the opposite and marched up to the checkout – as though in a trance – and plopped the package of ‘My One’ condoms down on the counter – plop – and pulled out my wallet.

The pretty girl looked up from her phone and smiled at me, and then looked down at the condoms and smiled again, bigger this time. “Oh these are cute!” She giggled. “Are these for you?” I gulped as my lil’ boner raged in my pants and tapping the payment screen with my card, I felt that I was silently admitting the shameful fact: Yes these ‘My One’ condoms are for me. 

The pretty cashier giggle some more bagging up my condoms, and if that were not enough she gleefully shared with me – and the four people now lined up behind me: “My boyfriend uses magnums!”

I nearly choked – maybe I did – I don’t recall but I do recall a few muffled laughs as I ran away, out the automatic doors and into my car where I reached down along the outside of my jeans into my crotch and giving my hard lil’ pecker a squeeze or two, I made myself squirt right then and there inside my pants. It was so embarrassing!

THE END.

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Queen Of Spades by Tara Smith – bisexual cock sucking exposure fantasy

Tom was walking out in an open field. He had pulled over at the side of the road on his way home because he had a lot on his mind. Tom felt the need to walk and think because his life had been changing very fast and as he stepped along the grassy field he spotted a flag sticking out of the ground and on that flag was a playing card; a queen of spades playing card. WTF? Tom thought, compelled to investigate as he bent down and began to dig at the ground. Not long his fingers felt a small box and pulling it out he could see that it had a lid. Opening the box up he saw photographs and what he saw shocked him. He saw himself, on his knees – just as he was last week at a glory hole – sucking on a big black cock. “WTF?” he gasped this time out loud while looking around, back and forth and then back again inside the box where he saw a note. Grabbing at the nope he began to read… YOU MUST GO BACK TO THE GLORY HOLE EVERY WEEK, OR ELSE I WILL TELL EVERY ONE!

Gulping, Tom was scared, but also excited – every week he thought – going back and sucking cock, ideally big black cock but for sure sucking all the cock that pops through that hole. No being picky, Tom mused, smiling to himself… sucking cock every week no matter what or else! He wondered who did this, who would know – even to put this box here at this spot – it was worrisome but then again he’d just have to make sure to be there, doing as he was told – a good cock sucking faggot – he played with fire last week giving in to his deep rooted fantasies of sucking black cock and now here he was, exposed to a small degree and being controlled; admittedly his lil’ dick had never been so hard.

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I’m taking a creative writing course on Udemy. I have to do daily writing using provided prompts. The sentence in brackets is the prompt and the rest is what I was inspired to write. BTW, This is a first draft, very little editing, stream of writing:

#1

[She approached the unfamiliar door and nervously took the key from her pocket. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, then opened it. To her horror she saw] her husband on his knees, wearing a pair of her pink panties, sucking off the valet that had parked their car earlier that evening.

It was more than clear what he was doing. There was no way he could have back-stepped this. The valet’s cock was very large and her husband’s lips were clearly wrapped around it. “Oh my god!” Rebecca gasped, placing her hand over her mouth. And then oh my god that much more loud so that her husband and the valet stopped and finally noticed her.

Her husband’s eyes were wide as he stared at her, mortified being exposed; however, the valet – a young strapping man with broad shoulders and biceps, obviously didn’t care as he grabbed hold of her husbands head and began to fuck his face even more. Hammering faster and deeper than when he had no idea he was being watched. Rebecca stood there, watching unable to move – she had been initially furious – anyone would of been, walking in on such a sight on what was suppose to be a romantic anniversary celebration; but that began to fade as she focused more on the handsome valet who was now smiling at her, fucking her husband hard and smiling.

Rebecca smiled back. A wide and bright smile that said keep going – don’t mind me while I watch my husband get fucked, like a fagboi should, with a very large and hard cock. She liked what she saw – of course it was shocking but that’s what made it so delicious. Rebecca was bored with her sex life, her husband had not been paying much attention to her and she couldn’t understand why – she was always getting hit on – but now it made perfect sense. Her husband wanted to be the one taking the dick; not giving it. If only he had told me, she mused.

“Keep fucking that bitch husband of mine!” Rebecca moaned, commanding the young man fucking her husband “And when you are done fucking him… YOU ARE GOING TO FUCK ME!”