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Chapter 3 by smalldickryder smalldickryder

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Echo Of Something Secret

As you sit at the small hotel desk, laptop open, the notification still glowing on your phone. The profile belongs to someone named “Echo.” No face pic, just elegant text and a single black-and-white image of manicured fingers resting on a bare thigh.

The message is short: “I see the mask you wear for everyone else. Tell me what you hide when the door closes.”

Your heart pounds. You type back before you can stop yourself vague at first, then more honest. You describe the quiet nights, the way your hand always finds its way to your modest cock, the strange thrill whenever someone bigger or more confident is near. Echo replies quickly, perceptive and calm, asking questions that peel back layers. Before long you’re describing the gym shower memory again, how the other man’s thick, heavy cock swung freely while yours stayed soft and tucked, barely noticeable. How that image still makes you leak.

You push your chair back and slide your slacks down, stroking yourself openly now as the chat continues. Echo tells you to describe your cock in detail its shape, how the foreskin moves, how it fits in your palm. You obey, typing one-handed while your modest length throbs.

Modest inches of warm, sensitive flesh that has never felt more exposed. Echo praises your honesty and hints at something new — a private link, a test, something that could make these feelings sharper or softer depending on how far you go.

The conversation turns hotter. You edge for nearly an hour, balls tight, imagining Echo’s voice whispering how cute your small dick looks when it’s ****. You cum hard across your stomach, thick ropes landing on your skin while you stare at the glowing screen. Afterward, cleaning up, a strange mix of shame and excitement settles in your chest.

Echo sends one final message: “Tomorrow night. Same time. I have something you might want to try.”

You lie in bed, still half-naked, cock softening against your thigh, wondering how deep this rabbit hole goes and how much of yourself you’re willing to bare.

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