It’s Only a Penis

A satirical erotic fantasy, for adult masturbators.
by Richard Lovel – Copyright 2025 – All rights reserved

Wherein an innocent but curious college girl, aided by her more experienced friend, explores the nature of the penis, leaving her more amused than impressed, and wondering why boys make such a fuss about it in the first place.

 

~~~ Is a Penis Just a Guy Thing? ~~~

Alice sat cross-legged on Becky’s futon, hugging a lavender pillow to her chest. Her knees were drawn up, bare thighs pressed together under a pleated cotton skirt. She looked like a doll someone had misplaced in a college dorm—prim, pink-cheeked, impossibly neat.

Becky lounged sideways on the bed, one arm hooked behind her head. A red lace bra strap had slid down her shoulder and she hadn’t bothered fixing it. Her long legs were stretched out and slightly parted, toes painted the same burgundy as her lipstick. She sipped from a can of La Croix and watched Alice with mild amusement.

“So,” Becky said, “you wanted to talk about… sex?”

Alice blushed. “I guess. I mean, kind of.”

“Well, you’re the freshman. I’m your designated older-and-wiser dorm witch. I’m here for more than just about finding the laundry room, babe. Go on.”

“I’m just confused,” Alice said. “I met this guy Casper at Freshman Orientation. I’ve dated him a few times, and we have fun together. But he keeps asking if he can ‘show it’ to me.”

Becky raised an eyebrow. “His penis?”

Alice nodded quickly. “Yeah. I’ve never seen one. I mean, not in person. And he keeps asking if I want to look. Or touch. Or—he says it’s normal. That it’d help us feel closer.”

Becky gave a short, dry laugh. “Classic virgin dork move.”

Alice looked down. “But I don’t get why it’s such a big deal. Why do boys want you to see it? Like it’s some magical object.”

“It’s not,” Becky said, smirking. “It’s just a penis. They act like it’s the eighth wonder of the world, but honestly? It’s like a fleshy little mood ring. Sad when it’s soft, needy when it’s hard.”

Alice gave a small, surprised laugh. “But… they act like its such a big deal. Like something really special. But they all have them, don’t they?”

“That’s the joke. Every boy has one, but it’s his whole universe. Mission control, security blanket, emotional narcotic—all rolled into one twitchy little package.”

Alice’s brow furrowed. “Is it… really that important?”

“To boys?” Becky snorted. “Yeah. To girls? Not so much. It’s only a penis, Alice. For girls, it’s just… ‘yeah, okay, whatever’. We just don’t say that out loud because they’d cry.”

Alice shifted on the futon, clearly unsettled but intrigued. “I guess I don’t really get it.”

Becky gave her a look—gentle, amused, but firm. “That’s okay. You’re not supposed to get it yet. Boys make it confusing on purpose. They want you to think it’s complicated so you’ll feel bad saying no.”

Alice hugged the pillow tighter. “We had sex-ed at school. Abstinence-only, mostly. And diagrams. They made it sound like putting it in was the goal. Like… that’s sex. Insert tab A into slot B.”

“Sure,” Becky said. “That’s the version where nobody gets pregnant and everyone goes to heaven.”

Alice hesitated. “So I understand the baby-making part. But they never explained why boys make such a big deal about their things. Why are they so… urgent about it? Why can’t they just calm down?”

Becky shrugged, sipping her drink. “Because it feels good to them. That’s it. That’s the whole reason.”

Alice frowned slightly. “Feel it in their …?”

Becky nodded. “Their dicks. It’s hard to explain, it’s a guy thing. It’s instant reward. Like pushing a pleasure button. And if they go too long without it, they get restless, anxious. Their bodies start begging for it. And once they start, it’s like falling. No brakes, no control. Just chasing that feeling.”

“Even … without a girl?”

“Especially without a girl, once they’ve trained themselves to go there. It becomes this reflex. And the more they do it, the more needy they get. It’s actually kind of sad. But also kind of cute.”

Alice thought for a while. “But why do they do that thing during sex? The, um… motion thing?”

Becky raised an eyebrow. “What motion?”

“The in and out,” Alice said quietly. “Like, why do they make their penis go in and out of a girl? Wouldn’t it be easier to just… put it in and leave it there until they’re done?”

Becky blinked. Then she asked gently. “So, are you still … not ben with a boy yet.”

Alice’s cheeks turned bright red. “I know it sounds old-fashioned, but that’s how I was raised. I’m waiting until I’m married to go all the way. And even then… I just don’t really get the appeal. I understand the baby-making part—the planting the seed, sure. But all that in-and-out stuff? With the same thing they pee out of?” She made a face. “It just sounds kind of… messy. And honestly? A little gross.”

“Well, yeah,” Becky said. “It kind of is, when you think about it too hard.”

“Would you really want that thing moving around inside you?”

Becky gave a mock shrug. “Depends who’s doing the moving. But yeah. Sometimes. It feels good when you’re ready for it. It’s not some holy ritual or whatever, but it can be nice.”

Alice gave a small, involuntary laugh, then covered her mouth. “That’s so disgusting.”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s an acquired taste.”

There was a short silence while Alice thought. Her voice was quiet when she asked, “Have you ever… done it?”

Becky tilted her head. “You mean fucked?”

Alice nodded.

Becky was silent a moment. She remembered sitting in a dorm kitchen with Shira and a bottle of peach schnapps, counting conquests for fun. Becky had lost track around thirty. She remembered laughing about it, guessing whether it was thirty-five or closer to fifty.

“Yeah. I have. A few times.”

Alice was quiet again. “Did you like it?”

“Sometimes,” Becky said. “Sometimes it’s hot. Sometimes it’s just meh. You’ll understand when you try it someday. There’s no rush.”

“I don’t know if I want to,” Alice said. “The whole idea just… I don’t know. Having a boy do that motion inside me. It sounds awful.”

Becky leaned over and flicked Alice lightly on the knee. “Then don’t. Nobody says you have to. Don’t let them pressure you. Especially not some freshman boy who doesn’t even know how to use it.”

Alice gave a faint smile. “You mean Casper.”

Becky smiled back. “Especially Casper.”

Alice looked thoughtful. “But what am I supposed to do with him? He keeps trying to act like he’s experienced, but I know he’s not. He gets all red when he talks about it. And he keeps offering to show it to me. Like it’s this big romantic gesture.”

Becky leaned back, arms behind her head. “Here’s a thought. Let him show it. Watch what he does. You’ll learn everything you need to know about dicks.”

Alice looked uncertain. “But… I wouldn’t know what to say.”

Becky’s voice was low, calm, confident. “Say: `It’s only a penis.`

 

~~~ The Penis and his Boy ~~~

Becky and Alice worked out a plan. Alice would invite Casper to her dorm room—framing it softly, suggestively. She didn’t say exactly what she was offering, but her voice had that shy, uncertain sweetness boys always misread. She said she wanted to “try something” and that she was “ready to see it, maybe even touch it.”

Casper could barely contain himself. He took it as a green light—finally. The door she’d been guarding was about to open. He spent the day rehearsing what he’d say, how he’d act, how experienced he’d pretend to be. He even trimmed himself in the mirror, trying to make it all look impressive. Moreover, he had abstained from masturbating for several days, hoping to be ready for any developments. At Alice’s dorm room, he smoothed his shirt at the door, gave a quick knock, and stepped inside—then froze.

Becky was there.

Not leaving. Not just visiting. She was settled—perched comfortably on the edge of Alice’s desk chair with one leg tucked under her, flexing the toes of her bare foot, sipping from a can of lime seltzer. She looked up at him casually, no surprise on her face, like she’d been waiting.

Alice was on the couch, cross-legged in sandals, phone in hand, thumb tapping idly. She smiled at Casper, then glanced at Becky, a little nervously.

Casper’s heart stuttered. Whatever he’d imagined was going to happen tonight—this wasn’t it.

“Oh,” he said, the hopeful edge in his voice faltering. “I thought… I mean—”

“You thought it was just me?” Alice offered quickly. Her voice was light, but her eyes were wide, anxious. “I know what we talked about. And that’s still on. But I wanted Becky here. I mean… for support.”

Casper’s stomach dropped. He’d pictured something different. Candles, maybe. Her reaching for him with nervous fingers. Not this. Not an audience. He shifted his weight, awkward in his own clothes now.

Becky smiled like she’d read his mind. “Relax, stud. We’re not here to roast you. Just look at your dick.”

He tried to chuckle. It came out dry.

Alice moved closer to him, almost apologetically. “It’s just… I told Becky I’ve never seen one. And you kept saying you wanted to show me. I didn’t know what to think, and she offered to help. I mean, she’s seen, like… a bunch.”

Becky grinned. “A couple, at least. But I promise I’ll keep my opinions to myself.”

Casper flushed. “I don’t know. I mean… this isn’t really what I thought we were doing.”

Becky leaned back, tossing her hair. “What’d you think, Casp? That you were gonna walk in and she’d beg for your magic penis?”

“Becky—” Alice said, embarrassed.

Becky held up her hands. “Sorry. I’ll be nice.”

Then she looked at Casper, all mock solemnity. “Listen. This isn’t about embarrassing you. It’s the opposite, really. You’re doing her a favor. You’re literally her first. Think about that.”

Alice nodded quickly. “I just want to see. I’m trying to understand … why it’s so important to you.”

Casper’s ears were burning. “I guess…”

Becky tilted her head, coaxing. “Come on. You’ve been dying to show it to her, haven’t you? Might as well make it educational.”

Alice gave him a small, sweet smile. “I think it’s brave.”

Becky added, “Honestly? Not every guy could do this. Most would freak out. But you’re chill. You’re… confident. Right?” She moved to the couch, beside Alice. Two girls, watching him, expectant.

Casper swallowed. Something in him tightened. Then loosened. He nodded—slowly. “Okay. Just… give me a second.”

He reached for his belt, fumbling. His hands weren’t as steady as he wanted them to be. Lowered his jeans, hesitating just long enough to make it worse for himself. The fabric slid down his thighs but he paused in his boxers.

Becky gave an exaggerated yawn. “Oh come on, don’t go shy now. You’ve wanted this for weeks, remember?”

Casper gave Alice one last searching glance—looking for permission, for mercy, for anything. She gave a small nod. Encouraging, but not warm. He pushed his boxers down. He stood fully naked in front of the girls.

Alice’s eyes widened. She gazed with the intense, analytic curiosity of a girl who had never seen the thing in the wild before. She didn’t lean forward. She didn’t flinch. She just… looked.

Casper shifted uncertainly under her gaze. His flaccid penis twitched and swelled slightly, as if trying to perform on cue. The silence made it worse.

Becky broke the silence, smirking. “Well? What do you think?”

Alice tilted her head, studying him. “It’s… not what I pictured.”

Casper’s face twitched. He didn’t know where to put his hands. He wanted to cover himself, but that would make it worse.

“Not in a bad way,” Alice added quickly, though her voice had the slightly puzzled tone of someone seeing a much-hyped attraction and wondering where the magic was. “I guess I just didn’t know what to expect. It’s… pinker than I thought.”

“They’re all pink. Or purple. Or sort of blotchy.”

Casper’s ears burned. Nothing was behaving the way he’d rehearsed in his head. He stood stiffly, exposed, painfully aware of every glance.

Alice squinted slightly. “Is that what it looks like when it’s… not hard?” She glanced up, uncertain. “They seem bigger in the pictures.”

Casper didn’t speak. He could feel it—his cock pulsing, then faltering, trying to swell and failing under the pressure. Every second dragged.

“They come in all sizes. It’s hard to tell when they’re limp like this, but Casper here might be on the small size.”

Alice’s brow furrowed slightly. “And this is really what all the fuss is about?” She gave a tiny, disbelieving laugh. “It just seems so… harmless.”

Becky prompted, “You expected more, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what I expected, but this … it’s only a penis!”

Becky guffawed. “You’re catching on, hon. But now I think we need to delve a little deeper in Casper’s little problem. A big stud like him ought to be ready to rumble in front of a couple of hot girls like us.”

Becky gave him a long, slow once-over and cocked her head. “So… remind me, Casp. How many girls have you shown this to?”

He blinked. “Uh. A couple.”

Alice tilted her head, quietly watching him. “A couple?”

Becky raised her brows. “Really? Like, in person? Naked-naked? Or over Snapchat with the corner cropped out?”

Casper opened his mouth, then hesitated. “It’s not like I keep a list or something.”

Becky grinned. “That’s a no.”

“I didn’t say that,” he muttered.

Alice leaned forward, genuinely curious. “I thought you said you had … done it before? I mean, all the way?”

He hesitated again—just a beat too long. “Yeah. I mean… kind of.”

Becky pressed. “Kind of?”

Casper looked at Alice, then away. “Well, not exactly. Not … all the way. Not yet.”

Alice blinked. “So… you haven’t had sex either?”

He shrugged, trying to stay casual. “Not with another person, no.”

Becky put a hand to her chest, mock-gasping. “Wait—you mean you’ve only had sex with yourself?”

Casper flushed deeper. “I mean… everyone does.”

Alice’s voice was soft, starting to understand. “So when you said you’d had experience…”

“I have,” he insisted. “I mean, I’ve… practiced. A lot.”

Becky couldn’t help herself. “Practiced?”

He shot her a look. “You know what I mean.”

“Oh, we do,” Becky said. “You’ve been fucking girls in your head for years, haven’t you? All that humping your fist, imagining some girl gasping under you, moaning your name like you’re some sex god.”

He looked down. “This feels like a trap.”

Becky shrugged. “It’s not. We just like honesty. And honestly?” She gestured at his limp penis. “That thing’s clearly seen more action from your own hand than from any girl alive.”

Alice’s voice was quiet, tense. “Do you imagine it’s with a girl you know? When you do it?”

Casper didn’t answer. Becky’s smile widened. “That’s a yes.”

“Do you imagine it’s with … with me?” Casper’s face turned crimson.

Alice’s face scrunched up as she looked at Casper’s hand still shielding his flaccid penis. Her fingers twisted anxiously at the hem of her skirt, winding and unwinding.

“So you… think about me when you do that to yourself?” she asked.

Casper winced. “Sometimes. Yeah.”

Alice’s eyes focussed on his face, which had gone from crimson to a deep scarlet. Her voice was small, teetering between baffled curiosity and something colder — betrayal.

“Is that why you asked for those pictures? The ones from Sarah’s pool party? And when I was at yoga class?”

“I wasn’t—I mean—”

“You said you wanted them because I looked cute in them”

In Alice’s face a blend of emotions — confusion, disgust, and a strange sense of power over the boy.

“You jerked off to those,” she said flatly. “Didn’t you.”

Casper hesitated, then gave the smallest nod.

Alice let out disbelieving laugh. “God. That’s so gross.” Her face twisted in disgust. “Looking at me in a swimsuit like I was… Like I was porn.”

Becky chuckled, low and dry. “Don’t be too hard on the boy, babe, that’s practically a love letter by guy standards. Soooo … let’s talk about it. You jerk off to her. You sit there with your dick in your hand, fantasizing about things you’ve never dared to try.” Casper looked defeated. “And now she’s seen it,” Becky went on, gesturing dismissively at his groin. “The famous penis. The star attraction. Might as well give her the whole performance, right?”

Casper looked up, confused. “What do you mean?”

Becky grinned. “I mean, show us. How you do it.”

His mouth parted, eyes widening. “Wait—what?”

“You heard me. You dream about fucking her, but you know pussy is not happening. So this is the next best thing. Show her how bad you want her. Kneel down in front of her. Fuck your hand for her, while she watches you.”

Alice looked unsure, blinking fast. “You mean, he’d do it to his hand… like it was me? That in-and-out motion? That penis thing boys do?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you curious? See how it works?”

Alice looked unsure, blinking fast. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”

“You don’t have to touch him, Alice. He’ll do all the work. Won’t you, Casper?”

Alice swallowed, then spoke slowly. “Okay. I guess… yeah. I’d like to see.”

Casper blinked. “You would?”

Becky nodded for him. “She would. Kneel down and hump your hand. But make sure you don’t jizz on her.”

He looked from one girl to the other, frozen. His penis twitched again—obtusely rising now to the humiliation and arousal. He kneeled down in front of Alice, but not too close.

 

~~~ The Importance of Being Penis ~~~

Casper timidly began sliding his penis in and out of his closed fist. Alice blinked. “It seems … I don’t know—silly like that.”

“It is silly,” Becky said, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed under her chest. “It’s not real sex. It’s just a thing boys do with their dicks. Ask him about it.”

Alice looked at him again. “So what do you think about when you do this?” she said, as if trying to solve a puzzle. “You pretend it’s me? You move that thing inside your hand like it was … inside me?”

Casper made a sound in his throat—something like a swallowed apology. His face was burning. But his penis was fully erect now, in and out of his hand.

Alice looked up at Becky. “What am I supposed to do?”

Becky chuckled. “Nothing. Just watch. You can talk to him if you want. Ask question. Tease. Make fun. It’s weird but they love that.”

Alice’s lips twitched, a nervous smile. “Okay.”

Becky turned back to Casper, her tone velvet but commanding. “So come on. Show her. Show us. Start slow. Let her see the dick-a-thon. Work that stupid, silly wiener you boys are all so proud of.”

Casper drew in a shaky breath, his hand hovering awkwardly over his jutting member. Alice watched, silent, her hands knotted in her lap.

Casper shut his eyes and slowly wrapped his hand around his penis, legs parting with a tentative shuffle. His grip tightened slightly as he adjusted his hold, unsure of whether to be shy or eager. After a breath, his other hand drifted downward, cradling his testicles for comfort and reassurance. His hips began to move—hesitant at first, then gaining a subtle rhythm, instinctively thrusting into the cavity of his hand, mimicking the classic male act of copulation.

Becky smirked. “Look at him. He’s pretending it’s a girl.”

Alice’s eyes stayed fixed on the steady, awkward thrusting. “That’s really how they do it?”

Becky nodded. “Uh-huh. It’s all in their heads. They hump their own hand and imagine it’s a pussy. Or a mouth. Whatever fantasy they’re stuck on.”

Casper let out a low moan, breath hitching as his hips kept moving. His face was red, tense, like he was trying not to fall apart too fast. The motion was getting tighter, more desperate.

Alice swallowed. “He’s… really into it.”

“He can’t help it,” Becky said. “This is what he is. A boy with a dick and too many dirty thoughts. And now he’s showing us everything. Every time he gooned over your photos, every time he jerked himself off to you—this is what it looked like. Right here.”

Alice studied him, face unreadable. “Is he thinking about being inside me right now?”

Becky leaned close, voice low but meant for him. “Oh yeah. That, and the fact that we’re watching him hump like a loser. It’s killing him. He’s so turned on and so ashamed—he doesn’t even know which way’s up.”

Alice looked over at her, then back at Casper. “Do they always make that face? He looks… kind of like an idiot.”

Becky snorted. “That’s the dick for you. It hijacks their brain. Turns them into one big, dumb sex organ.”

“Wow. I’m glad girls don’t have those things.”

Alice watched intently. “He’s leaking a lot.”

“That’s his desperation dripping out,” Becky said. “It’s kind of cute.”

Casper whimpered. His strokes quickened, hips no longer moving, stuttering, hand doing the stroking, pumping fast up and down.

Becky stepped forward. “Stop.”

He froze mid-stroke, chest heaving.

“Take your hand off it.”

Casper obeyed. His cock twitched in the air—flushed, wet, helpless.

Alice glanced from it to his face. “He looks like he’s going to cry.”

“He might,” Becky said coolly. “They get like this. All worked up over nothing.”

Alice’s voice was soft. “It’s only a penis. And look what it does to him.”

Casper trembled, visibly aching.

“Don’t stroke it,” Becky snapped. “Hands still. Use your hips. Fuck your hand like it’s the pussy you never had.”

She waited a beat, then added: “Show Alice what a hand-humping wanker you are. Start again. And let’s hear some moaning and groaning this time.”

He resumed thrusting in his hand, faster now, breath rasping from his throat in shallow bursts. His body trembled as he moaned—“uhn… ahh… fuck…”—each sound more desperate than the last. His face crumpled with strain, brows drawn tight, mouth slack.

“Don’t come until we say,” Becky said calmly.

“I—” he gasped, “I’m—close—nnnghh—”

“I said don’t,” Becky snapped.

His hips stopped mid-thrust, frozen in place. His whole body tensed, thighs quivering. A whimper escaped him as his cock twitched uselessly in his grip, little helpless grunts bubbling from his chest.

Becky circled behind him. “Do you still think your penis is important?”

He gave a tiny shake of his head, jaw tight.

“Do you still think showing it off gets you what you want?”

He whimpered again, shaking his head harder now. “N-no…”

“Good boy,” she murmured. “Now beg.”

He blinked, dazed. “Wh-what?”

“Beg,” Becky said. “Do you want to come? Beg Alice for permission.”

Casper’s voice cracked. “Please—Alice—please let me come. I need it—uhhhnn—so bad…”

Becky glanced over at Alice. “What do you think?”

Alice tilted her head, lips pursed. “Hmm. I’m still pissed about those pictures.”

Casper whimpered—“nnngh—please…”—his hand trembling around his penis, little sobbing noises bubbling between words. “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry—I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’m pathetic—I know—please let me…”

“More,” Alice said.

He moaned again—“ahhh—please, Alice, please—I’ll do anything—fuck—I can’t hold it—please—please—”

Alice gave a small smile. “Okay. He can come now.”

Becky gave the OK. “Go for it, Casper. Show us. But don’t spunk on us!”

For a moment, the room falls silent—girls’ voices, Casper’s breathing, even the tremors in his thighs. With permission granted, his nerves unleash, his body lurches forward, spasming involuntarily. His hand grips tightly around his penis and he thrusts three times into his hand, each movement raw and graceless.

He releases a high-pitched sound that breaks into guttural grunts. “Fuuuck—ahhh—oh god—” Pleasure courses through him, muscles trembling. For a moment, he’s lost in the intensity, rutting his hand with the single-mindedness of a stray dog, driven by primal need and the vulnerability of being watched.

Becky crosses her arms and observes the scene like an anthropologist. Alice retreats deeper into the couch’s corner, unable to tear her eyes away. She stares in disbelief as the harmless friend-zone boy transforms into an red-faced thrashing and groaning stranger.

Sounds fill the room. Loud, sloppy, obscene. “Nghh—uhn—ah—fuck, fuck—” Casper’s voice ricochets off the walls, each thrust of his hips driving up the pitch, his hands clutching at himself, his back arching.

Finally, he lets go. His head tilts back, mouth open, a ragged gasp as thick, shiny semen spurts from his penis, landing on the carpet in sticky, uneven ropes. For a moment, the only movement is the white fluid pooling before him, and then his entire body collapses, spent and shaking, into the aftermath, his penis softening in his hand.

The room was silent except for his panting.

Alice tilted her head, studying him. “That’s what all the begging was about?”

“That’s it.” Becky said, not unkindly. “It’s only a penis, and can’t tell the difference between a hand and a pussy.”

He looked up, red-eyed, but there was a quiet smile behind the shame.

“Thank you, that was incredible,” he gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and gratitude.

Alice met Casper’s eyes. “No problem. It’s just a penis.”

Becky nodded, satisfied. “Lesson complete.”

 

~~~ After all, it’s only a penis ~~~

Casper was about to get up from his knees when he noticed Becky on the couch tapping at her phone with both thumbs. He was still panting, not quite recovered, but now there was a new jitter of panic in his voice.

“What are you doing?” he asked, wary.

Becky didn’t look up. “Sending the video to Alice,” she said and winked at Alice.

“Wow! You filmed that?”

“Of course I did,” Becky said. She flipped her phone and showed Alice the screen: a thumbnail of Casper, still shuddering, mouth open mid-groan. “You deserve a trophy. Something to remember your first tribute from a boy.” Then she tapped again, her thumb decisive, and a little whoosh sound signaled the message was sent.

Casper’s jaw dropped. “You can’t—” He stared at Becky, then Alice, then at his still-exposed crotch as if the evidence was still damning him in real time. “Delete it! Please. That’s so—”

Becky shrugged. “Fair is fair, right? You had all those pictures of her, remember? Now she gets one of you.”

Casper opened and closed his mouth, struggling for words. “But… What if it gets out?” His voice rose, high and desperate.

Becky said, “Then everyone will know you’re a good boy who follows instructions. Relax. It’s just for Alice.” She turned back to her phone, her expression suddenly pinched. “OH, SHIT! I sent it to the wrong address.”

Casper’s head snapped up. “What?”

Becky held the phone at arm’s length, as if to distance herself from the error. “My bad. I attached it to our group chain. That goes to all the Senior Dorm Counselors.”

A sound escaped Casper—somewhere between a whimper and a gasp. He clutched his shirt around his hips and staggered back. “No, no, no, no. You have to unsend it. Or something. You can’t—”

“Too late. It’s out there.” She wasn’t even trying to sound comforting.

Casper stared at the floor, processing. “You don’t understand. This is my scholarship. My parents. My—” He made himself stop talking, but the horror was raw on his face.

“Don’t be a drama queen. It’ll probably be fine. Girls get dick pics all the time. Nobody cares. It’s just another penis.”

Alice looked from Casper to Becky. “He’s really upset.”

Becky said, “He’ll survive. I’ll send an apology, and say it was my oops. They’ll just laugh and send it back with notes. That’s what they do for most of our stupid shit.” She typed out a rapid-fire message and hit send again. “See? Covered. If it gets bad, we’ll say it was for a psych experiment or something.”

Casper sat down on the rug, curling his arms around his knees. He didn’t cry, but his breathing was shallow and full of old, familiar panic.

Alice moved over and sat beside him. She placed one careful hand on his shoulder and comforted him. “Hey, don’t take it that way. The kids will understand.”

Casper didn’t answer.

Becky turned her head, giving Casper a longer look—like she was reassessing him. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “this could actually help you. I mean, maybe not with, like, pussy, obviously. You weren’t likely to get much of that anyway—no offense—but with other stuff.”

Casper looked up slowly, confused and wary. “Other stuff?”

Becky grinned. “Demonstrations. Tutorials. Like at Freshman Orientation. Some girls are shy but want to learn about how cocks work. You might be the go-to reference now. Safe, non-threatening, responsive… You tick all the boxes.” She arched an eyebrow at Casper. “They’ll ask you to jerk off on command. For education. Public domain Dick.”

Casper groaned softly and buried his face in his arms. Alice gently rubbed his shoulder. “It’ll be OK, Casper. Really it will. After all, it’s only a penis.”

~~~ end ~~~

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It’s Only a Penis | by Richard Lovel | Copyright 2025 | All rights reserved

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