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Chapter 90 by FlatCap90210 FlatCap90210

Talk about no endurance. Now what?

Chris gets a reality check, leading to some revelations.

Chris looked down between his heaving, sweaty breasts, and his heart sank as he regarded all the wasted com down there - he was not so addicted to the heavenly taste that he would slurp it off the floor. Then, his eyes refocused on something and his heart sank even deeper, shocking him from his lust-induced stupor. Breaths growing shallow, he stared down at his rock-hard member still lying on Steve's slowly softening monster. His severely shortened member; almost a third of its length was gone! No wonder Steve's hand had seemed so big!

"Babe, you... you alright?" Steve had his arms wrapped around Chris' waist, chin resting on the panicking titboy's shoulder. "Sorry, I know how much you like swallowing, but I..."

"N-no, you don't get it!" Chris wriggled and fought against Steve's embrace, his confused roomie taking a step out of the shower as he let Chris go. "It's... I-I... so small!"

Almost hyperventilating, Chris was unable to form proper sentences. This was terrible! The last remnant of his maleness, shrunken to this pathetic size! He was almost smaller than the little dweeb they had kicked off the beach yesterday! And even worse, Chris could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Was he about to cry because of his diminished dick?! Dropping to his knees, cum splashing around him, Chris knelt down in the shower, pressing his hands against his eyes. Even when he felt Steve's gentle hands on his wrists, Chris didn't move, fighting to keep the floodgates from opening as he felt his wilting dicklet slide over his thighs.

"Hey. Hey babe. Look at me." One hand now caressing Chris' head, Steve began to talk to him with a low, soothing voice. "Chris, look at me. Please."

Throat tight, lower lip quivering slightly, Chris let Steve move his hands away, looking up into a face full of warmth and love.

"It's alright. You've been through a lot. I'm here for you, okay?" Pulling Chris closer, Steve wrapped his arms around his room mate in a gentle hug, squishing Chris' naked tits between them. "Whatever it is, I'll be there for you. I hate seeing you cry."

"B-but my... my..." Talking had been a mistake - Chris felt something within him give, and suddenly he was soaking his buddy's shoulder with his tears, clinging to him for dear life.

Steve, true to his words, spent the next minutes just being there, keeping Chris upright, rubbing his friend's back and making soothing noises until Chris' quiet sobs petered off and his tears ran dry.

"Better?"

"A little..." Chris croaked, swallowing hard. Somehow, it was true, as if crying had washed something out of him. "B-but my dick..."

"Is really fucking cute, y'know?" Chris gasped as he felt Steve's right hand slide between his legs, cupping the terribly shrunken appendage, gently rubbing until it began to stiffen. "I love it. I love everything about you."

Chris shivered involuntarily, but lustfully. To think Steve still desired him despite his smaller cock... every partner and prospective lover so far, all women of course, had been both impressed and a little fixated on Chris' dick. But then again, ever since the beach, had Chris even needed this kind of superfluous appendage? Sucking someone else's dick felt so much better than anything he'd ever done with his own, and as he melted into Steve's strong arms, gyrating his hips against his room mates hand, Chris' mouth fell open in a lewd, pouty 'o' of lust.

"See? Still feels just as good, right?" Somehow, Steve knew exactly how to rub and squeeze his friend, running his fingers over Chris' equally diminished scrotum and sending shivers up his spine. "I know it sounds dumb coming from a guy with a third leg like me, but size really isn't everything."

Steve was right, it did feel as good as ever. Better even, as if the nerve endings had been focused, packed more tightly now that there was less room. But still, Chris had been so proud of his lengthy shaft, capable of making every woman squeal... and now, he squealed himself as Steve slid his hand even deeper into his crotch, palm pressing against Chris' dick, middle finger sliding along the surfer's perineum until it brushed against his puckered ass, slick with Steve's cum.

"I knew you'd like that. God, your pre's soaking my hand, babe..." Using his free hand, Steve ran the fingers of his left down the trembling surfer's back as he focussed his right completely on Chris' dicklet, rubbing and squeezing and pressing. "Let's see how you like... this."

Even though Steve's plan should have been obvious, Chris once again lust-addled mind was unable to put dick and balls together and gasped in surprise as Steve's middle finger brushed against his cum-slicked asshole - once, twice, and then, thoroughly covered in lubricating cum, plunged inside to the second knuckle.

"Nnghhhiiii!" An undignified squeak pressing out from behind his clenched teeth, Chris came on the spot. How had he not noticed that his ass was almost as sensitive as his lips?! "Fffghhh!"

Of course, the volume of his jizz was laughably small even compared to his old loads. But it exploded outwards with such **** that it squirted out from where Steve's skillful hand pressed against Chris' abs and covered them with a thin line of hot seed. Bucking his hips, Chris **** a few more drops out of his shaft, but when the orgasmic high abated, it felt as if he hadn't even cum. He needed more. He needed...

What does Chris need?

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