Invitation

Robert strolled into his usual coffee shop, an extra large mocha in hand. He found his usual table by the window and plopped down, setting his bag to the side. With a contented sigh, he pulled out his laptop and booted it up.

The coffee shop was one of Robert's favorite places to relax and get some gaming streams in. As a college student, he didn't have much cash to burn. But a couple bucks for a mocha was within his budget.

Robert had always been a bit shy and awkward, especially around girls. He took solace in comics, manga, and video games. They let him escape the real world for a while. And the coffee shop was like his own personal oasis.

He spent the next hour or so watching his favorite streamers and laughing at their antics. Feeling bold, he decided to do some stretching in the empty shop. Robert was surprisingly flexible from his years of martial arts training. He stood up and started doing some slow stretches, bending and twisting.

At one point he was bent at the waist, touching his toes, when he felt a strange sensation. Someone had sat down at his table. Startled, Robert quickly stood up. His laptop screen was still facing the table. He hoped his browser history wasn't visible... Oh shit, it totally was. Robert's face flushed as he remembered what he'd been looking at earlier.

Mortified, he grabbed his stuff and ran out of the shop without even getting his drink. His mind reeled as he stumbled down the sidewalk back to his dorm. What was wrong with him, looking at that stuff? And now some stranger probably knew all about his perversions.

Back in his room, Robert collapsed on the bed. He felt so ashamed and confused. The porn he'd been looking at, with the small dicks and humiliation... it resonated with him on a deep level. Robert had always been a bit self conscious about his own size. At a modest 4.6 inches soft and 4 inches around, he knew he didn't quite measure up.

Despite his lean, toned physique from martial arts, Robert still had body issues. The porn seemed to speak directly to him, like it knew his secret fears. But he couldn't keep dwelling on it. Tomorrow was a big day.

Robert had an invite to meet up with a hot gamer girl for some fun. He'd been chatting with her online and she seemed really into him. Robert felt a spark of hope. Maybe he could forget about his hangups and have a good time.

He resolved to put the whole coffee shop incident out of his mind. Tomorrow would be a fresh start. Robert quickly showered and got ready for bed. As he lay under the covers, his mind drifted to the girl he'd be meeting.

Her name was Samantha and she was a total fox. Gamer girls were Robert's weakness and Samantha checked all his boxes. He imagined what their meetup might be like, chatting and laughing together. His thoughts started to drift to even naughtier places...

Robert slid a hand under the covers and brushed against his morning wood. He bit his lip. He really shouldn't... but the thought of Samantha's cute face kept flashing through his mind. Robert slowly started to stroke himself, imagining it was her hand wrapped around him.

As he touched himself, Robert's other hand crept to his phone on the nightstand. Almost on autopilot, he pulled up a porn site. His eyes scanned down the page, seeing all the usual categories. Anal, teen, MILF, BDSM... then his gaze landed on the 'small penis humiliation' section.

Robert knew he shouldn't. But some dark compulsion made him click on it anyway. The first video that loaded had a title like "Pathetic little dick gets laughed at by hot girls". Robert watched, transfixed, as the scene played out.

On screen, a nervous looking guy was presenting his small cock to a group of giggling girls. They made fun of how tiny and pathetic it was. The guy looked so ashamed and embarrassed. But also... turned on? He started to stroke himself as the girls mocked him.

Robert realized with a start that he was doing the same, fapping away to the humiliating scene. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but watching the guy's degradation was making him so hard. He kept watching video after video late into the night, stroking himself to completion again and again.

By the time Robert passed out, the sky was starting to lighten outside his window. He'd never masturbated so much in his life. His arm ached and his cock was raw and sensitive. But he'd never felt more aroused, even hours later.

The next morning, Robert woke up with a sense of trepidation. He had to meet Samantha soon and he was so anxious about it. What if she didn't like him in person? What if she saw his small dick and lost interest?

Robert tried to shake off the dark thoughts as he got ready. He dressed carefully in his best jeans and a fitted t-shirt that showed off his lean physique. After triple checking his appearance, he headed out.

The short walk to the community center where they were meeting seemed to take forever. Robert's nerves were shot. When he arrived, he scanned the room for Samantha. He spotted her in the corner and his heart leapt. She looked even hotter in person.

Robert made his way over, trying to act casual. "Hey, uh Samantha? I'm Robert." He stuck out his hand to shake, hoping he wasn't sweating too much.

Samantha looked up at him with a bright smile. "Robert! It's great to finally meet you." Her hand was soft and warm as it gripped his. "Let's go get settled before the tournament starts. I've got my eye on a few guys to crush." She winked playfully.

Robert followed after her, feeling a bit dazed. Samantha seemed to be really into him. They played a few rounds, chatting and joking around between matches. Robert was surprised at how easy it was to talk to her.

By the end, Robert's team had won their bracket. Samantha was practically glowing as she high fived him. "We make a great team, Robert! Maybe we should celebrate with some drinks?"

Robert readily agreed. They ended up at a nearby bar, sipping beers and chatting more. Robert couldn't believe his luck.

But as the evening wore on, a different sort of tension started to build. Every time Samantha touched his arm or leaned in close, Robert felt his cock twitch to life. He shifted on his barstool, trying to adjust himself discreetly.

Samantha seemed to notice his squirming. She smiled at him knowingly. "What's wrong, Robert? Is this turning you on?" She leaned in and purred in his ear. "Because it's definitely turning me on."

Robert shivered at her breath on his neck. "I... yeah, it is..." He swallowed hard. "I really like you, Samantha. You're so gorgeous and fun."

Samantha giggled and ran a finger down his chest. "I like you too, hot stuff. What do you say we get out of here and go back to my place? I've got a big bed we could break in."

Robert's cock jumped at the suggestion. He nodded dumbly. They paid their tab and stumbled out, clinging to each other. Robert felt drunk with arousal and anticipation.

At Samantha's apartment, clothes were shed hastily. Robert's thin frame and toned muscles were soon on full display. He trembled slightly as Samantha's eyes roved over him appraisingly.

Then she spotted his small cock, barely protruding from his nest of red curls. Samantha burst out laughing. "Oh wow, Robert! What a cute little dicklet you have!" She reached down and flicked it with her finger, making it bounce.

Robert whimpered and went to cover himself, but Samantha batted his hands away. "No no, let me see it!" She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing gently. "It's so tiny and adorable. I bet it'll be a darling little winkie clitty when it gets hard!"

As if on cue, Robert's cock started to swell and rise under her touch. Samantha giggled and stroked him to full mast. "Look at it! All 4.6 inches, heh. How precious!"

Robert felt his face burn with embarrassment. But his cock just kept growing, until the 4 inch head peeked out from Samantha's fist. She rubbed her thumb over the tip and gathered the bead of pre-cum that formed.

"Ooh, it's so sensitive and responsive! This little clitty is leaking already." Samantha raised her thumb to her lips and made a show of licking it clean. "Mmm tasty. I wonder how it'll feel in my pussy? Let's find out!"

Robert had never been more turned on in his life. He let Samantha guide him to her bed and push him down.

Soon she was impaled on him, her pussy engulfing every inch of his small cock. Robert moaned at the incredible sensations. But a part of him couldn't help but feel a little inadequate.

Samantha seemed to sense his hesitation. "Yes, yes! I love your little cock!" She bounced on him enthusiastically. "It's the perfect size for me! Not too big, not too small. It's like you were made for me!"

Robert's doubts started to melt away as Samantha's dirty talk washed over him. She used his cock so enthusiastically, often pausing to coo over his 'adorable clitty' or 'cute peepee'. By the time they both climaxed, Robert had never felt so accepted and desired.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together, trading lazy kisses. Samantha nudged Robert's softening cock with a finger. "You know, that was amazing. Your little dick is perfect."

Robert preened at the praise. "Really? You're not disappointed?" He bit his lip. "I've always been a bit self conscious about my size..."

“Oh Robert,” she giggled, “your size is why I chose you for our little adventure!” Robert sat confused as he looked at Samantha.

She shook her head causing her boobs to sway, “Robbie, baby dick, I peaked your laptop yesterday so I knew who you were down there,” she said with a gesture as she two finger stroked her pinky, “I have plans for you my special little man, we’re going to be playing games together a lot real soon.” With that she kissed him goodbye and pinched his dick.