Straight Male / 35
I have a 3 inch erect penis and i love to be made fun of and humiiated by woman for it.
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by Anonymous on Jan 23, 2013 at 5:02 PM
I'm 18 and mine is still baby size and no nuts, but I love it like that, in a pair of bikini panties under a pair of girls levi lowrise jeans, I've got perfect girls V between my legs, get lots of looks.
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by Anonymous on Jan 24, 2013 at 4:07 AM
well i guess women would have no problem doing that then .. 3 inches while erect LOL !
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by Anonymous on Jan 26, 2013 at 3:55 PM
When I hit puberty I developed a condition known as gynecomastia. I had only one symptom, I grew breasts. I wasn't even fat. In fact I was kind of slender. I was 4'-9" and barely 80 lbs at 12 and I had breasts like a girl. At first they were just small cones with big puffy nipples but then they simply grew into breasts. My Mom got a doctors note for me so I wouldn't have to take physed and I wore loose clothing but the other kids figured it out and I got ridiculed mercilessly as a result. By the time I was 15 I had to wear a C-cup bra.
Oddly I found I would get an erection when girls laughed at me or ridiculed me for having tits. My sexual fantasies began to revolve around girls making fun of my lack of masculinity. I supose it was a way of my coping with the situation.
This all took place in the early 1970s a time when boys as a rule all had long hair. I didn't break that rule and by the time I was 12 my hair was below my shoulders.
When I was 15 and had grown my hair even longer I was frequently mistaken for a girl. In fact I don't think any adult ever mistakened me for a boy since I hit puberty and they were incredulous when I corrected them and said I was a boy. So here I was, 15 years old, long pretty blond hair down to my waist grown to fit in and be cool not to be feminine though that was the affect and here I was 5 feet one inch tall, 90 pounds with c-cup breasts and a feminine face and I got into a rather bad accident. My legs were broken in three places and parts of my lower torso got mangled. They had to reconstruct parts of me but did an absolutely supurb job. It took a year to recover and two years for the scars to completely heal to the point where you could not see them any more. Plastic surgeons worked to make me look as normal as they could and they succeeded. If I stood in just my underwear you could not tell I had been in an accident or that anything was wrong except for the fact that nearly naked I looked exactly like a skinny teenage girl without much curves. One thing though. My penis had gotten mangled in the accident. My balls survived but my penis was nearly a total loss. They did their best to reconstruct but too much tissue was lost and they didn't have the technology they do today so I ended up just haveing part of my head reattached with no shaft at all. They reconstructed some foreskin for me but could not repair the pee hole so I peed out the base of what was left of my penis and when all was said and done I was, for all intents and purposes a shemale with a cliterus and balls. IN fact the only thing that made me look male was my body hair and those balls.
Since life handed me lemons I made lemonade, had my body hair removed and lived my life as a shemale. Of course I didn't hear that term for the first time for another 15 years but that is what I was for all intents and purposes. At the time I told people that I was in an accident and got turned into a hermaphrodite which of course wasn't strictly true but it was the closest thing I could think of to tell people.
By the time I was 18 and graduated from high school I was very sexually frustrated. I was in a permanent state of extreme horniness with absolutely no ability to get releaf since I could not figure out how to come without a cock.
Then I met a wonderful woman. I was 18 and she was 42 and she was very loving and kind and affectionate and told me she was bisexual but mostly lesbian and loved the way I looked. she loved playing with my tits and clit and "ovaries" and made me even more horny. She was a professional dominatrix and invited me to become her sex slave. I was her property for the next 20 years and never had an orgasm remaining in that permanent state of arousal though occasionally I would have wet dreams but that was not the same. We did all sorts of kinky things together and she made videos of me giving men blow jobs and sold them to adult book stores. We also did parties and her clients could fuck me as part of their session. Then finally she said she was retiring from being a dominatrix and moving back to Europe. She gave me a very special going away gift.
She held one final party and had me tied up wearing only pink lingerie and 6 inch pumps. I was 38 years old but looked a lot younger. She tied my balls up tight and stretched them with weights like she usually did but then skewered them with long sharp skewers. She tied up my tits whitch by this point were up to double D cup and she skewered them as well. Then she flogged me which she often did. All this in front of her friends, other dominatrixes and the 30 plus men she invited to this party. As a celebration she was goint to use me one last time and invited everyone to torment me and all the guys to gang rape me. I was in such a state of arousal that my mind turned to mush. I was a primal animal in pain and hungry for more. I was whipped, tortured, teased tormented, gang raped and filled with cum and then the fisting began. I had three arms up my ass and was choaking down two large cocks and women were twising the skewers in my balls causing pain that only made me more horny then someone began to paddle my balls and a fist was punching up inside me hitting my prostate and I had my first orgasm in 23 years. I must have blew a hole in the ceiling with my jet of sperm. I didn't know I could cum any more. I thought I needed my cock for that but I was wrong. 23 years of blue balls and I must have cum for a solid minute. I think my balls shrunk to half their size in those 60 seconds with 23 years of built up sperm. I came 6 more times before the party was over.
When it was over and I spoke to my mistress she explained that she knew all along that I would be able to cum any time she wanted to make me cum but felt I would be a better slave if I lived in a permanent state of frustrated arousal. A week later she sold me to a woman half my age and moved back to Europe. I did more porn and torture videos with my new mistress but at my age I was not in as great a demand as I was in my youth. I eventually married my mistress and we have kids together and don't do porn any more but to this day my kids think they have two moms and that one of them didn't contribute to their DNA but what they don't know is that one of their moms is really their dad in every sense.
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