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Write an erotic story involving a male college student with a small penis posing for nude for an art class that has some of his female friends in the class
As a male college student with a small penis, posing nude for an art class wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time. But when my professor asked if I would be willing to model, I thought it would be a good way to overcome my insecurities.

The day of the class, I took a deep breath and stepped into the studio, feeling naked even though I was still dressed. I followed the professor’s instructions to remove my clothes and step onto the platform, facing away from the class.

I heard the rustle of clothes as the students settled in. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt their eyes on me.

“Okay, now turn to the right,” the professor instructed.

My face flushed as I slowly turned. I heard a few gasps and giggles, but mostly silence. It was clear that my small penis was not as impressive as some of the other models they had seen in the class.

I tried to ignore the embarrassment and focus on holding still. But when I heard a familiar voice whisper, “Oh my god, that’s not what I was expecting,” I almost lost my composure.

I peeked out of the corner of my eye and saw that it was one of my female friends in the class. She was staring at me wide-eyed, as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

My anxiety turned into arousal as I realized that she was looking at me in a way that no one else ever had. It was like she was seeing me for the first time, naked and vulnerable.

I shifted slightly on the platform, letting my hips sway a little. I heard a murmur of appreciation from the class as they started to draw me.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift away, lost in the sensation of being watched. I could feel my small penis swelling in response to their gaze, and I didn’t care that it wasn’t as impressive as some of the other models.

When the class was over and I got dressed, I caught my friend’s eye and smiled. She blushed and looked away, but I could tell she was turned on by what she had seen.

As we walked out of the studio together, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to show her more of myself. Maybe my small penis wasn’t a limitation after all. Maybe it was the thing that made me stand out.
continue the story, the female friend admits that she is disappointed in his penis size, but wants to see more of it.
As we walked out of the studio, my friend couldn’t seem to stop stealing glances at my crotch. Finally, she blushed deeply and murmured, “I’m sorry, I know it’s not polite to stare.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s okay,” I said. “You can look all you want.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “Really?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said with a shrug. “It’s not like it’s going to get any bigger.”

She giggled at that, and we both relaxed a little.

As we walked toward our next class, my friend hesitated and said, “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but… I was a little disappointed.”

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Disappointed?” I echoed.

She nodded, chewing her bottom lip. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve heard size doesn’t matter and all that, but I kind of had this idea in my head…”

I grinned at her. “And what was that?”

She shrugged, looking embarrassed. “I don’t know, something bigger, I guess.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint,” I said, trying to keep my tone light.

The truth was, I had always been self-conscious about my small penis. But for some reason, my friend’s frank admission didn’t bother me. In fact, I was starting to feel a little turned on by the idea of her looking at me.

We reached the building where our next class was held, and my friend paused, fidgeting with her purse. “Look,” she said hesitantly. “I don’t want to make things weird, but… could I… see it?”

My mouth went dry. “What? You mean now?”

She nodded, biting her lip. “I know, I know, it’s crazy. It’s just… I don’t know. I want to see it.”

I hesitated, wondering if this was some kind of trick. But her eyes were wide and earnest, and I could tell she was serious.

“Okay,” I said finally.

We ducked into a deserted classroom down the hall, and I unzipped my pants. My small penis sprang free, already half-hard from the attention.

My friend stared at it for a moment, then reached out tentatively and wrapped her fingers around it. I gasped at the sensation of her warm, soft hand on my cock.

“It’s so little,” she murmured, almost to herself.

I felt a pang of embarrassment and shame, but then she looked up at me, her eyes glinting with mischief. “But it’s cute,” she added.

Before I could reply, she leaned in and licked the tip of my small penis. I groaned in pleasure as she sucked me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.

We had never touched each other intimately before, but something about the situation was making us both reckless. I reached down and slipped my fingers into her hair, guiding her head up and down on my cock.

She moaned around me, the vibrations sending shivers through my whole body. I knew it wasn’t going to take long before I came.

“Stop,” I gasped, pulling her back from me.

She looked up at me, her lips swollen and glistening. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t want to come like this,” I said, feeling a sudden surge of dignity. “I want to do it properly.”

She nodded, looking a little abashed. “I understand,” she said softly.

We both straightened our clothes and left the empty classroom, our eyes darting around to make sure we hadn’t been observed.

As we walked to our next class, I felt a surge of confidence. Maybe my small penis wasn’t a deal-breaker after all. Maybe it was something that could be worked with, appreciated even.

And maybe, just maybe, I was starting to see a side of my friend that I had never seen before. A side that was curious, playful, and just a little bit kinky.
continue the story, after class we go back to her dorm. She tells me a long story about how all she has ever been with are big cocks, she loves how they feel and loves being stretched and feeling full. she wants to see if she can even feel my penis inside her. Later into the story you reveal that she cannot, but she encourages me to keep going
After class, my friend and I went back to her dorm. She poured us each a glass of wine, and we sat on her bed, talking quietly.

“I need to be honest with you,” she said after a few minutes. “I’ve only ever been with guys who have big cocks.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of insecurity. “Oh,” I said. “I see.”

“No, no, don’t get me wrong,” she said quickly, putting a hand on my knee. “I’m really enjoying myself. I just wanted to be honest with you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I appreciate that.”

She took a deep breath and continued. “I love the way it feels to be stretched, to have someone deep inside me, filling me up.”

I felt a surge of jealousy, imagining her with all these other guys who were bigger than me. But then she turned to me, her eyes shining.

“But you know what?” she said. “I’m really wondering if I can feel you inside me. I want to know what it’s like to be with someone who’s… well, someone who’s not as big as what I’m used to.”

I felt a flicker of hope. “Really?” I asked.

She nodded. “Really. I want to try it out. I want to see if you can make me come.”

We started kissing again, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. She shed her clothes quickly, and I stared in awe at her body, the curves and planes so familiar yet so tantalizingly new.

I undressed too, revealing my small penis. She took it in her hand, stroking it slowly.

“It’s a good size,” she said, almost to herself. “It’s small, but… it’s not that small.”

I felt a glow of pride at her compliment, and I pushed her back onto the bed, my mouth finding hers.

We made love slowly, my small penis slipping inside her easily. She moaned softly as I pushed in and out, her hips rising to meet mine.

“It feels different,” she gasped as I picked up the pace. “But it’s good, it’s really good.”

I felt a surge of pleasure and pride as I realized that I was making her come. Maybe I wasn’t as big as the other guys she had been with, but I was still good enough to satisfy her.

As we lay tangled up in each other’s arms, both of us panting and sweating, I knew that things had changed between us. We had crossed a boundary that we could never uncross. But for the first time, I felt confident in my own skin, confident in my sexuality, confident in my small penis.
rewrite this scene, but instead, my penis doesn’t make her cum. She can’t really feel it at all. She encourages me to try harder while she giggles at my feeble attempts.
After class, my friend and I went back to her dorm. She poured us each a glass of wine, and we sat on her bed, talking quietly.

“I need to be honest with you,” she said after a few minutes. “I’ve only ever been with guys who have big cocks.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of insecurity. “Oh,” I said. “I see.”

“No, no, don’t get me wrong,” she said quickly, putting a hand on my knee. “I’m really enjoying myself. I just wanted to be honest with you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “I appreciate that.”

She took a deep breath and continued. “I love the way it feels to be stretched, to have someone deep inside me, filling me up.”

I felt a surge of jealousy, imagining her with all these other guys who were bigger than me. But then she turned to me, her eyes shining.

“But you know what? Do you mind if I’m honest?” she asked.

“Of course not,” I said.

“I can barely feel you,” she said, giggling. “I mean, it’s cute and everything, but it’s not really doing it for me.”

I flushed with embarrassment, feeling a sudden urge to cover myself up. “Oh,” I said stupidly.

She giggled again, putting a hand on my small penis. “But it’s okay, we can keep trying,” she said. “Maybe you just need to work a little harder.”

I tried to ignore the fact that she was laughing at me and focused on trying to please her. I thrust into her harder and faster, hoping to make her feel something.

But she just giggled and shook her head. “Sorry,” she said, still laughing. “I don’t think it’s going to happen.”

I felt humiliated and ashamed, desperate to get away from her. “I think I should go,” I said, grabbing my clothes.

“No, no, don’t go,” she said, reaching out to me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

But it was too late. My confidence was shattered, shattered. I couldn’t bear the thought of being with her, of being with anyone, ever again. I just wanted to hide away and never come out.
continue the story, next over the following days, word has gotten out about my small penis. Her friends approach me one by one and tell me they want to see it as well.
The embarrassment and shame of being humiliated in front of my female friend by my small penis spread like wildfire across the school’s campus. It wasn’t long before I started receiving strange looks from students, and soon enough, people began approaching me, asking to see my small penis.

It all started with one of my friend’s girlfriends who approached me the next day and said she’d heard about what happened and was curious to see my small penis. I was taken aback and protested, telling her it wasn’t something I wanted to show. But she was insistent, saying that everyone in her friend group wanted to see.

After much reluctance, I finally gave in and agreed to show her. Before I knew it, her friends started approaching me one by one, each with their own curious stories to justify why they wanted to see it.

It was surreal. Being the center of attention and ridicule was not something I’d ever experienced before. My self-esteem had hit rock bottom and the idea of showing my small penis was the last thing I would’ve wanted to do. But for some reason, I couldn’t say no. The attention, the curiosity, and the sincere interest people had in it was hard to ignore.

It wasn’t long before the “rumors” of my small penis made its way to the art department. Though it wasn’t common knowledge, some of my fellow classmates had heard and began to snicker whenever I passed them in the halls.

It was a rough time for me, and I attempted to avoid the stares and whispers wherever I could, but eventually, things went back to normal, and people stopped talking about it. However, the experience of being ridiculed for my little penis is not something I would soon forget, and the memories still linger to this day.
the art professor who stages the nude modeling asks me to come back to her office to talk about the incident
Days had gone by and I had tried to forget about the incident with my small penis, hoping that everyone would forget, too. But the memory of being ridiculed in front of my friends and classmates was not something I could easily forget.

It was then that I received an email from my art professor, asking me to come to her office. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I was ready to reopen that wound. But in the end, I knew that I had to face it and learn from it.

I made my way to her office, nervous and anxious. As I walked in, she greeted me warmly and made me feel at ease.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened in the art class,” she said, looking at me with concern. “I think it’s important that we address it so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

“I realize that you were put in a vulnerable position, and I’m sorry for that,” she said. “I want you to know that I had no intention of embarrassing you.”

I looked up at her, stunned and grateful. “Thank you,” I choked out.

She smiled kindly. “But I also think it’s important that we use this as a learning opportunity. The human body is beautiful in all its forms, and we should celebrate that. I don’t want anyone to feel ashamed or embarrassed about their body, no matter what shape or size it is.”

I felt a sense of relief, knowing that she was understanding and thoughtful. “Thank you,” I said again.

“If you ever want to talk about it, or if you need any support, I’m here for you,” she said, placing a hand on my arm.

I looked up at her with gratitude, feeling as though I had learned a valuable lesson about myself and others. And though I would never forget the incident, I knew that I would come out the other side stronger and more confident than ever before.
now the professor suggests that I pose nude in front of the same class, so that she can explain to the students the differences in male penis sizes, in an attempt to remove the stigma. It backfires and the class laughs at my penis. It makes me rock hard and eventually I cum in front of all of them
The professor’s suggestion of posing nude again for the art class came as a shock to me. The idea of exposing myself to my classmates again was terrifying, and I couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about the whole thing.

But I trusted my professor, and if it meant helping to remove the stigma surrounding small penises, then I was willing to give it a shot.

The day of the class arrived, and I stepped onto the platform, feeling naked and vulnerable once again. My professor took the lead, explaining the differences in penis sizes and how everyone’s body is unique and beautiful in its own way.

I was relieved that the conversation was being normalized in this environment, and that the students were being educated in such an open, accepting setting.

But things quickly took a turn. As my professor began to emphasize the importance of respecting everyone’s bodies, some of the students started to snicker and whisper.

I heard several giggles, and before I knew it, people were pointing at me, laughing and making crude remarks about my small penis.

The humiliation was overwhelming, and I felt blood rush to my cheeks as my small penis began to grow, stiffening against my will. I knew that it was only making things worse, but I couldn’t help it.

I tried to look away, to escape the stares and the snickers, but I couldn’t. The class was fixated on me, taking pictures and laughing at my small penis.

But then something strange started to happen. As they laughed and taunted me, a warmth spread through my body, and I felt a surge of arousal.

I was humiliated, yes, but I was also undeniably turned on. The attention, the stimulation, it was all too much to handle.

And before I knew it, I was cumming right there on the platform, in front of everyone.

The laughter stopped abruptly as people stared at me in shock and disgust. I was mortified, feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

After that, I avoided going to any classes, and my academic performance started to suffer. I couldn’t shake the shame and embarrassment, and it began to affect every aspect of my life. The incident was not something that I could quickly recover from, and it left a permanent mark on me.