At Least You’re Better Than Nick

You lock the guest bathroom door with shaking fingers, cock already rock-hard and leaking in your shorts like a **** slut. Tawny is passed out down the hall, her fat tits and cum-filled cunt still twitching from the mediocre fuck you gave her earlier, but your brain is completely hijacked by Nick’s pathetic secret.

That 6’6” arrogant prick with his 3.75-inch nano-clit dick. A sad, tiny button hidden behind height and fake confidence. You’re bigger than that joke barely, but the truth gnaws at you like a ****: your own cock is only 80% of average. A pathetic, short, thin four-incher that most women would mock or pity-fuck.

The burning humiliation only makes you throb harder, pre-cum soaking through the fabric.You rip your clothes off and stand in front of the mirror, breathing ragged. Your reflection stares back mature body, experienced hands, but that small, eager dick jutting out shamefully. You start mimicking Nick’s poses exactly, turning self-loathing into raw, filthy lust.

Full-body standing shot first. Feet planted wide, shoulders back, one hand on your hip like the cocky little shit. Your dick hangs heavier than his flaccid nub, thicker even soft, swinging with a meaty slap against your thighs. You snap multiple pics front, side profile, slight bend watching it bob. The voice in your head hisses: Still tiny. Eighty percent. She’d laugh at this sad little thing.Blood surges. You wrap your fist around the short shaft and stroke with slow, twisting pulls until you’re painfully hard. Four measly inches of throbbing, veiny meat. You angle the camera low, just like Nick underneath shots that make the head flare, side views showing every ridge and pulsing vein, hand-for-scale gripping the base so the short length looks almost decent.

Pre-cum oozes in thick strings from your slit, dripping onto the floor in sticky webs.You upload the batch with trembling hands.

The AI comparison hits like cocaine. You destroy Nick’s nano-clit in every metric, your thicker girth stretching the lines wider, heavier balls, fuller head, superior volume. But the nagging truth remains: you’re still small. Pathetic next to any real man. The contradiction sets your balls on fire.

“Fuck… bigger than his micro button… but still a fucking joke,” you growl, voice cracking with shame and need. You stroke faster, fist flying in wet, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick sounds that fill the bathroom. You drop into Nick’s raunchy squat pose thighs spread, ass flexed, short cock jutting angrily toward the mirror. You twist your fist over the sensitive head on every upstroke, smearing pre-cum everywhere, then plunge back down to slap your balls.The fantasies explode, tripled in raw filth.

Erin. That tiny 5’0” slut with head-sized tits bigger than most women’s asses. You picture forcing her down on her knees, yanking her fiery hair as you slap your inferior four inches across her smug face—thwap thwap thwap—leaving pre-cum streaks across her cheek. “Bigger than your fiancé’s nano-clit, you cheating whore. Open that greedy mouth.” She’d moan like a bitch in heat, stretching her plump lips wide around your modest girth, tongue swirling desperately under the head while her massive tits pillow and smother the rest of your short shaft. You’d skull-fuck her with short, brutal thrusts, balls slapping her chin, drool and pre-cum pouring down her cleavage in rivers until she gags and chokes.You record a video now, phone propped perfectly. “Look at this dick, Erin… thicker than Nick’s pathetic button… but still so fucking small.”

Your voice is broken, husky. You fuck your fist viciously for the camera, hips snapping, balls swinging, pre-cum flying in arcs. Then you drop to the towel on the floor like Nick’s sluttiest shots legs spread obscenely wide, knees up, short cock pointing straight at the ceiling like an angry little rocket.You pound yourself mercilessly, imagining pinning Erin’s petite body down missionary, folding her in half so those enormous tits mash against her own face. You slam your 80% cock into her soaked, married cunt in one thrust—her walls gripping you tight because the humiliation of fucking her fiancé’s stepdad with another small dick makes her gush. You rotate your hips like a pro: counter-clockwise grinding in deep, clockwise pulling back, mashing her G-spot relentlessly with every short, powerful stroke. “Feel that, baby? This pathetic little dick is still bigger than Nick’s nano-clit. Take it, you size-queen slut!”

Her screams would be ear-splitting, pussy squirting in messy fountains all over your balls and thighs as she cums harder than she ever has with him.You flip the fantasy Erin face-down, fat ass up, back arched like a whore. You mount her and rail her cunt with savage, wet slaps, reaching around to maul and milk those massive bouncing tits, pinching her leaking nipples while your short cock stretches her just enough to drive her insane.

Tawny joins in your mind both women laughing at first at your small dick before competing to worship it. Erin sitting on your face, grinding her dripping, married pussy and tight asshole across your tongue while Tawny rides you reverse, her thick ass rippling as she slams down, clit grinding your pubic bone because your four inches can’t reach deep enough. Their tongues duel on your balls, sucking and slurping while their huge tits smother your throbbing shaft.The humiliation voice never stops: You’re still tiny.

Eighty fucking percent. She’d reach for a dildo right after. Nick might be micro but you’re barely better. It destroys you. You edge brutally, over and over—stopping right at the brink, cock purple, veins bulging, slit gaping and drooling. Then you break.The orgasm rips through you like lightning. “Fuuuuck!!!”

Thick, shameful ropes explode from your small cock first jet hitting your neck and chin, second and third painting your chest and abs in heavy white streaks, more spurting across your stomach in powerful, humiliating pulses. Your hips buck wildly off the floor like a bitch, short dick jerking and spitting in your fist as you milk every drop. Cum everywhere. The camera catches it all: your red, **** face, cum-glazed torso, pathetic spent cock twitching and leaking the last weak spurts.Panting, covered in your own mess, you review the new gallery. Your pics and video are pure porn raw, masculine, dripping with depraved lust. Side-by-side with Nick, you dominate his nano-clit completely.

But the truth burns deliciously: you’re still small. Still 80%. Still a humiliating step above a micropenis.You clean up slowly, cum drying on your skin, cock still twitching with aftershocks. These new photos and the video go straight into your locked folder premium fuel for future marathon edging sessions where you’ll **** yourself for hours imagining both women using your inferior dick while moaning how it’s just better than Nick’s joke.

Tonight you’ve won the secret contest. Pathetically. Shamefully. addictively.You slip back into bed beside Tawny, cock half-hard and already stirring again at the thought of repeating this tomorrow. The house is quiet. Your mind is filthy, aching, and alive with endless, humiliating possibilities.