Small No More

This is a work of gay fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely unintentional. This story's main themes are dominance, mind- control/ manipulation and reluctance. Please do not take this more seriously than it is intended.

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Chapter 18 - Josh

"Many men orgasm from stimulation of their prostate. While this is not something that is talked about much, it is extremely common, and it is considered healthy and normal."

I am in my room. I am numb, stunned, and out of sorts.

In the past months, I have made my peace with blowing my house mate, and his best friend. I allow them to blow their orgasms directly into my mouth, and I have learned to "happily" swallow every drop of their enormous loads.

And today, out of nowhere, I allowed Taylor to touch my ass, and my asshole, and I did not protest when he entered an entire finger inside my butt.

What shocks me even more is that his finger felt kinda good going in. Even crazier, once his finger was inside me, he found my "prostate." At least that is what I assume based on the internet research I have been doing.

I googled "why does it feel good to put a finger in my butt?" and there are millions of answers to this question. The one I am reading explains that "prostate stimulation" is considered normal and healthy and that there are many straight men who incorporate prostate play into their sexual routines with their female partners.

Who knew?

I cannot believe that Taylor would do such a thing. I know he was imagining this hot girl from school. I guess in his head, he felt like he was fingering her pussy instead of my butt. He said as much, in fact, today, he was more verbal than ever before.

I absentmindedly stroke my little dicklet. It's rock hard and it's demanding attention. I give it a couple of firm strokes. I notice myself squeezing my asshole. I can still feel the finger that was inside me.

I want to forget what happened, but I cannot think of anything else.

I never knew that getting fingered by another person would feel this great.

I am also upset that he didn't ask me for permission. It's not like I was in a position to protest. This has been a pattern, especially with Taylor. He always finds ways to go a tiny bit further than what was agreed on. Today, he went an entire finger length further.

I wonder whether he noticed my responses, or whether he was truly caught up in his own pleasure and didn't hear me moan when he hit my prostate that first time. It felt electric, and I cannot stop thinking about it.

I consider reaching out to the Small No More team. I wonder whether they have ever had this happen to anyone in their research cohorts. Even if they have not had this situation occur, they might have some advice for me on how to deal with this unacceptable situation.

I open my email and start a new message to the Small No More team. I describe exactly what happened. I first describe the start, with Taylor demanding I wear a jock strap, and then requesting the set up in front of the mirror so he could see my "sexy girl butt". I then describe the part of the session where he seemed to accidentally graze my butt a few times, but nothing invasive happened. I go into detail describing how he started the intense dirty talk and was imagining this hot girl from school. I describe how he placed the towel over my head, and then how he started to invade my butthole with his finger.

My little sausage stands at full attention as I am typing up what happened. It's begging for a squeeze, but I stay focused on submitting this message.

I finish my report with describing Taylor's orgasm, and I mention that I am pretty sure that this was the most Human Growth Hormone I ever harvested from him in one session.

Finally, I overcome my embarrassment and admit to the Small No More team that to my shock and surprise, his finger felt kind of good inside me. I ask them whether this is something they have heard before, and whether it is a common for guys with small/ invisible dicks to enjoy getting their butts penetrated.

I finish with asking them whether I should consider this kind of behavior by my donor a dealbreaker. Do they see this as a reason to find a new donor, or should I accept this, as it seems to cause him to produce significantly more ejaculate, which could help me with my growth goal.

I hesitate before hitting send.

What if they advise me to stop?

I cannot imagine giving up on my dream of growing a real penis.

And what if they advise me to keep going with this new approach? If he finds my prostate again, and keeps massaging it the way he did, I might end up cumming inside my pants as I go down on him.

I cannot imagine how incredibly humiliating that would be. What if he finds out that I enjoy the feeling of his finger inside my bum-hole?

I would die of shame.

I decide to hit send. I hope they will respond soon. The last time I sent them a message, they responded within twenty-four hours.

I squeeze my dicklet again. It is demanding immediate attention. I stroke it a few times.

Even though my dicklet is rock-hard, something is missing. I want to experience that other sensation again. I want to feel that special feeling again, and I want it right now.

I decide to go for it. I get up from my desk, and double check that my room is locked.

It is.

I take my shorts and underwear off. I wasn't wearing a t-shirt, so now I am buck naked. I grab a used towel. I will use it to catch my jizz.

I climb on the bed. My back is towards the mirror. I turn my head and see the reflection of my bubble butt.

I usually jack off with my left hand, so I decide to use my right hand as my prostate massager.

I hesitate, not sure of next steps. I wonder what the best position is for me to assume. I also realize that I shouldn't put my finger in completely dry. When Taylor pushed his finger inside me, I remember it feeling wet.

I assume he used spit. I didn't see any kind of bottle with fluid that could have made his finger wet.

I hesitate.

If I do this, and like it, is this going to be the way I jack off from now on?

I feel conflicted.

I want to do this, and I want it to feel good, but I am also afraid.

I decide to go back to my laptop once more. I open a new browser window and type "what is the best way to finger my butt?"

I get a ton of responses.

About half of them advise lying down on my back with my knees way up, which is not the way I usually jack off. There are also several websites that advise more of a squatting position, which apparently positions the prostate right in line of a penetrating object.

I decide to go with the second option.

Several of the websites mention the importance of using lots of lubrication.

Recommendations are mostly for commercially available products, which is not practical for me right now. There are lots of warnings to stay away from soap and shampoo, which is what I thought about using, so I am glad I am reading through these. However, hand and body lotions seem to be great options according to several sources.

I happen to have a huge bottle of hand lotion in my bathroom. It was there the day I moved in. I have hardly ever used it, but now I guess it was always there for a reason.

I grab the bottle and decide to squat in front of the mirror with my back towards it. I don't know why, but I feel a strong need to watch myself do this.

I place the towel in front of me. I don't want to shoot directly onto the carpet, and I don't want to have to worry about catching my boy juice.

I pump some lotion into my hand and move my hand to my bum. I am crazy nervous.

I apply the lotion to the outside of my bum-hole, and once it's there, I take my middle finger and gently move it inside.

My left hand is slowly stroking my little sausage.

I watch the tip of my finger slide in. My butthole opens instinctively. I feel the tip of my finger go in. I wonder how much thinner my finger is compared to Taylor. I guess the fact that my butt handled his invasion means it will easily handle my own finger.

I pull my finger out and put a bit more lotion onto it. I move it back to my butt and push my middle finger back inside. It goes in effortlessly. My entire finger slides in without any resistance.

Once it's in, I start looking for the special spot that Taylor found earlier today. After literally two seconds, I locate it. I touch it gently, and a shiver goes through my entire body. I groan audibly.

OMG, this feels amazing.

I start massaging my prostate slowly. I stop jacking myself off, because I feel an orgasm building that I won't be able to stop. I stop stroking and pull my finger back a bit. My little dick is throbbing up and down, and to my surprise, my ass starts squeezing my finger, as if it's trying to force it to keep playing with my special spot inside.

The feeling I am giving myself squeezing my finger is amazing. It's a different feeling than I have ever experienced. It's a warm tingly sensation that starts inside my butt and spreads throughout my entire body.

I want to delay cumming, but after another minute, I decide I have to go for it. I push my finger back inside, and gently massage my prostate knob again. My left hand starts stroking my little dick harder.

I cum in seconds, and it's by far the best orgasm I have had in my entire life.

I watch the first spray of cum fly out, landing several feet ahead of me, just barely on the towel I have there for this reason.

Several additional ropes of cum follow. The sensation I am feeling is like nothing I have ever felt before. While my tiny dick is squirting cum, I can feel my prostate convulsing against my finger. I gently lean my finger in a bit more, and it makes my cum go on longer than any orgasm I have had in my life.

All my leg muscles are contracting. I literally feel my toes curling as the final squirts fly onto the towel.

I take my finger out and lie down on my back on the floor. I feel amazing.

I am exhausted from the most insane cum I have ever experienced. At the same time, I feel as alive as I have ever felt.

My butthole feels strangely empty. I can feel my sphincter-muscle contracting.

I move my hand down towards my bum. I touch my butthole. I instinctively pull my legs up, and my finger slides in again. It takes me a second to relocate my prostate in this position.

As soon as I do, the incredible warm feeling is back, first in just my lower body, but then spreading up to my upper body, and down to my toes.

My left hand finds my tiny wiener again, and for the next ten minutes or so, I slowly rub another cum out. My right middle finger never leaves my happy spot, massaging my prostate for the entire wank.

After about ten minutes, I blow another load, this time all over my chest and stomach. I am surprised at the volume of cum, especially because this was the second one in just about fifteen minutes.

I lie on the floor for a few minutes, panting, and feeling incredible. After a few minutes, I decide it's time for a shower. I take a long, hot shower, and pay extra attention to my bum. I wash the lotion away.

Even this is getting me going again. My tiny sausage is back up at full attention, just from me washing my butt.

I stop the waterflow after one of the longest and best showers I have ever had in my life.

I get back to my room and decide to check my messages. It's unlikely that I would have a response this fast, but hey, it doesn't hurt to check it.

As expected, I have no new messages.

I wonder how long ago I sent my message to Small No More.

I click on my "sent messages" folder and scroll to the top of the screen to pull up the message I sent just a few minutes ago.

To my surprise, the last sent message is one that I sent to Travis.

Weird, I don't remember emailing him.

The subject of the email is "Update".

OH NO!

With a sense of dread, I click into the message to Travis.

"Dear Small No More team."

NO WAY!

I sit at my little desk in absolute horror. Instead of sharing the Taylor incident with the professional team at Small No More, I shared it with Travis.

His Gmail handle, smartbaseballdude8.5 starts with the same three letters as the Small No More email address.

I accidentally sent my butt story to Travis instead of the Small No More team.

I am so fucked.

I frantically click on the message. Surely there is some kind of "un- send" function.

I don't see any way to unsend.

OMG, I cannot believe this is happening.

I am disturbed by a gentle but firm knock on the door.

It's Travis.

He speaks up through the closed (and still locked) door.

"Hey squirt, Travis here. I think we need to have a chat."

I freeze.

I cannot begin to imagine what this means to me.

There can only be one reason for Travis asking for a chat.

He read the email that should have gone to Small No More.

This is a disaster.

I put everything in that message. I mentioned being a small dick person, I described in detail how I got fingerbanged by Taylor, and the worst part, I admitted that it felt good.

There is no way Travis will ever donate his Human Growth Hormone to me again.

He is probably going to request that I move out.

Travis knocks a second time.

"Hey Josh. I know you're in there. Let's meet downstairs, it looks like we really need to have a conversation. Meet me in the kitchen in five."

What is there to chat about?

He knows everything.

I get up and walk to my closet.

I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

I start heading to the door. I am walking to a certain death. There is no doubt that I will die of embarrassment the moment Travis sees me.

I unlock and open the door.

Even in my despair, I notice that my bum hole is still twitching, hungry for something to be inserted. And even worse, my tiny sausage is already showing signs of life again.

I start heading down the stairs to face Travis. My final thought is one of despair: "Dear Earth, please, please, please swallow me whole before I reach the bottom of the stairs."