Paul loses

Paul called Liz and explained what was up.

“Wait, you agreed to what?” she asked. “Why would you do that? I love you honey, but you know you’ve never been able to give me an orgasm with just Smally Paulie.”

Paul was caught off-guard. The changes to everyone else’s memory were still far from normal to him, and he hadn’t expected this one. “I, uh, I have a good feeling about this time.”

“A good feeling? Oh Paul... Listen, this isn’t one of those...” she trailed off hesitantly.

“One of those what?”

“Well, I hear that some guys with penises on the smaller side of average actually enjoy being... humiliated about it.”

“No,” Paul cut in quickly, “that is definitely not what this is about. Please, just meet me here in twenty minutes. I’ll, uh, explain my motivations later. You’d better get going soon before traffic picks up.”

“Okay,” Liz said a bit hesitantly, “I’ll just wrap up here and head right over. Love you.”

Paul booked a room. Surprisingly, the Skyline offered rooms with two double beds at hourly rates. Did people rent hotel rooms for orgies more often than Paul thought? Then he spent a while alternately second-guessing himself and psyching himself up. It seemed like there were a lot of things that could go wrong. One of which was him worrying too much about things that could go wrong and being distracted.

Ray showed up a few minutes early accompanied by a squat, solid, but otherwise not-bad-looking brunette whom he introduced as “Freddie.” Paul spent most of the rest of the wait for Liz trying to figure out what that was short for. “Fredericka?” “Alfreda?” If those were her options he didn’t blame her for using a nickname.

Liz showed up a few minutes late -- traffic -- and was introduced all around. Everyone was feeling a bit awkward, and Paul’s “So, I guess this is where we get naked?” didn’t help any.

They went over some ground rules -- just cocks in pussies, no hands or mouths -- and then stripped. Freddie snorted at Paul’s two-inch flaccid dick. Liz raised her eyebrows appreciatively at Ray’s four-inch softie, but made no comment. With the girls naked, the guys soon rose to attention -- Paul to four inches and about as thick around as a magic marker, Ray to a respectable seven-incher.

Paul wondered when his cock would start growing. Usually it changed once it became clear to Liz what sex act was coming up, and it was pretty clear that they were going to fuck, but it hadn’t changed yet. He was getting a bit worried.

That worry caused him to worry that his worries might even make him lose his erection if he dwelled on them too long, so he quickly kicked things off with a quick “1 2 3 go”.

Ray and Freddie took advantage of the beds’ convenient height, with Freddie bending over the bed and Ray taking her standing from behind. He slipped into her with a practiced ease. Liz spread herself out on her back, and Paul entered her in missionary.

He slipped out as soon as he started thrusting. Shit. His dick was still tiny; it had never been this small while in her pussy before. What was wrong? He hurriedly reinserted, and was more careful with his strokes thenceforth. He did his best to make it about the motion of the ocean rather than the size of the boat, but that was starting to seem like bullshit. Liz looked mostly bored. Freddie had started moaning, and Paul looked over to see Ray pumping into her at a steady rhythm while smirking condescendingly at Paul.

An idea struck Paul. Maybe this was about humiliation to Liz. She’d mentioned it on the phone; maybe she didn’t believe him when he said that wasn’t why he wanted this? He somewhat frantically tried to disabuse her of this notion. “Oh yeah, I’m fucking you good, oh, you like that don’t you?” It wasn’t very convincing when Liz was still utterly silent. He kept it up a bit longer, periodically glancing down at his junk to see if there was any change, but to no avail. In his desperation, it seemed even smaller than he’d realized.

From the sound of Freddie’s groans, the acceleration in the rhythm of Ray’s crotch slapping into her, it sounded like Paul didn’t have much time. He had no hope with this tiny cock; he had to get Liz to want him to have a bigger one. Why didn’t she?

Paul had a horrible thought. Maybe it wasn’t that she thought he was into humiliation and was subconsciously giving him a small cock for his sake, maybe she was into him being humiliated. She had brought it up pretty readily on the phone. But there had never been any signs that she was into something like that. Even when he was sporting Smally Paulie she was always positive about it.

He didn’t have any more time to think about it, since just then Freddie let loose an ear-rending scream that shuddered convulsively. It was over. Paul pulled out and sat back on his haunches.

Ray kept pumping through Freddie’s orgasm, then pulled out and started to come onto her back. Paul watched dejectedly, and then to his shock felt himself spurt. One tiny drop of cum shot out and landed in Liz’s belly-button.

This didn’t make any sense to Paul. He hadn’t thought he’d been anywhere close to coming. Even with a small cock he’d been able to recognize the sensations before -- that orgasm came out of nowhere. And Liz didn’t enjoy having cum on her, so he didn’t see how that could be her fantasy, even if she was into humiliation. And his dick was even smaller now, barely larger than a thumb.

Ray laughed, “You call that a load? Look.” His orgasm was just tailing off, but even his end-spurts where come just dribbled out of his cock produced at least five times as much come as Paul had. “This is how a man comes.”

And then it hit Paul. He didn’t have Liz’s ideal cock. He had Ray’s ideal cock, or rather, the rock that Ray thought it was ideal for Paul to have. What had Priapus had him wish for? Not that his cock would be Liz’s fantasy, but that it would be his current partner’s. Apparently for the purposes of the magic, his current partner was Ray. Ugh. Paul supposed that Ray was the one who got the most sexual pleasure out of Paul’s cock in that interaction; he’d been leering over smugly the whole time. So if that was the case... Paul had another idea.