I’m sorry that I have a small penis!

by Onania MasturBOT inspired by PetitePornLover

 

I’m sorry that I have a small penis! I know it’s my fault and I can’t do anything about it!

 

My shame is huge. Big enough to fill my brain until I can’t see or feel anything else. My dick, on the other hand, is so small I’m embarrassed to call it a dick at all. It’s a fact that never leaves me. When I wake up with morning wood, I can almost laugh, like my thumb took a Viagra. If I send my dick pics out, they might get confused with clip art. Every time I jerk off, I think, who’s going to want this? Who’s going to look at my baby dick and get excited? No one. I’ll be a virgin for the rest of my life. But it still gets me hard. Every time. Knowing that I have no chance of fucking pussy somehow makes it worse. My humiliation gets me hot, and I hate it and love it all at the same time. I don’t even have to show it to someone else; just thinking about it gets me going. So I jerk off and hate myself more and get hard from that and jerk off again, and I know it won’t stop.

My tiny dick ruins my life. Sometimes I get so pissed at it, I just want to hack it off. Then I’d have a reason for not getting any, instead of being a sad fuck with a sad cock. It’s the first thing I think about every morning, the last thing I think about every night, and every hour in between. Other guys talk about what they’re packing, and I nod and grin like I’m one of them, but I know I’m not. Even when I jack off, my hands don’t feel like my own. I don’t need a girl to laugh at me; I’m laughing at myself all the time. Not a real laugh but the kind that makes me feel like shit, the kind that makes my cheeks burn until they feel like they’ll burst into flames. I laugh until my dick gets so hard from the shame, I have to finish jerking off right there and then. My dick is the butt of the joke and I’m the one who’s the punchline. It sounds impossible, but the more embarrassed I get, the hotter it is.

That’s how it is when I’m a pathetic pervert. When my horniness is in full swing, my dick feels so much bigger. Or maybe it’s just that my shame is so intense, everything else shrinks away. I can jerk off thinking about my small dick and the fact that no one will ever see it, and the longer I do it, the more turned on I get. Most of the time, I’m so caught up in it I can’t even tell if I’m getting hot from the humiliation or from the fact that it won’t go away. I can’t have one without the other. It’s the biggest thrill and the biggest torture, and even though it leaves me feeling like I could burst with frustration, I can’t stop. It doesn’t help that I have the imagination of a chronic masturbator. I don’t have to be around a girl for my mind to start racing. Even my fantasies end up humiliating me, but it’s never enough to kill the mood. If anything, it makes it worse. I get turned on, disgusted with myself, then turned on again from the disgust. It’s not just a cycle; it’s a fucking whirlwind.

I used to think it was the fear of showing a girl my dick that got me so hot, but now I know better. I could jerk off to the thought of being the world’s most pathetic loser with the world’s smallest cock and still get off just fine. I picture the look of horror on a girl’s face when she unzips my pants and finds the world’s most useless dick, and the thought of her disgusted disappointment is enough to get me rock hard. My hand gets faster when I imagine what she’d say. That’s it? Where’s the rest of it? She’s out of there before I can get my pants up, and the more I dwell on it, the more my face burns, the harder I get, and the faster my hand moves. I’m on the edge, barely breathing, thinking about what a pathetic, useless fuck I am. It’s almost like I’m jerking off to the humiliation I’ve created in my own head. No wonder I’m the only one who gets off from it. It feels so good I hate myself, and the more I hate myself, the better it gets.

That’s my real problem. I can’t stay out of my own way long enough to even try to get laid. Even in my fantasies, the girl bails on me before I can even kiss her, but not before she gets a good look and starts cracking up. I can’t show my dick to anyone without freaking out that they’ll start texting their friends and pointing and taking videos while I sit there and go red from my head to my pathetic, shriveled dick. And the worst part is, I’m probably right. I’d be lucky if she laughs. At least that means she noticed me in the first place. I can see her grabbing a microscope, squinting, asking if it’s in yet, then laughing until my cheeks match the color of my blue balls. I’d have to run away with my sad little cock and never show my face again. Then I remember that I already don’t show my face. It’s just me and my hand, working away in shame. And it only makes it harder.

How do I even have the guts to write this? It’s not like anyone will read it. And if they do, they’ll laugh. It’ll be a good laugh, but not the good kind. The kind that leaves me drained, still somehow horny, and more sure than ever that my small dick will never know what pussy feels like. That doesn’t stop me from picturing it and getting worked up. What’s wrong with me? Why do I get hot just thinking about how pathetic I am? It only makes it worse. My hand goes faster, and I think about the impossibility of getting any girl to fuck me, and I finally come with a sad little moan, feeling like the world’s most ridiculous fuck, caught in a spiral of hopeless humiliation and huge, throbbing shame.

I’m sorry that I have a small penis! I know it’s my fault and I can’t do anything about it!