My bully stopped me on the street as I was returning from the movies with my girlfriend, his hulking frame blocking our path as he snarled, “Drop ’em yourself, you dorky loser — pants to your ankles now, or I’ll tear them off and kick your ass.” Trembling in fear, I fumbled with my belt and zipper, the fabric pooling at my feet just as a hot flood of piss erupted from my shriveled little dick, soaking my boxers and streaming down my thighs, forming a little puddle on the pavement. On the street, he yanked down my sodden pants the rest of the way, fully exposing my tiny parody of a cock to his derisive stare before bursting into booming laughter and telling my girlfriend that she wouldn’t have much fun with me. He leaned her against his car, pulled down her panties, gripped her hips and slammed balls-deep into her in one savage thrust, her tight cunt stretching around his girth with a slick, obscene squelch..
There I stood, pants around my ankles, frozen in humiliation and twisted arousal, my hand wrapped around my minuscule cock—feverishly stroking the tiny, leaking tip as it twitched helplessly. I came in seconds, spurting a pathetic dribble onto the pavement, watching him rail her to a shuddering orgasm that left her quivering and spent. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep one last time, his massive cock pulsing inside the stretched latex of the condom as he unleashed rope after thick rope of hot cum, filling the reservoir tip until it ballooned like a cum-swollen balloon. He pulled out slowly, the slick rubber glistening under the streetlight, and held it up triumphantly for us both to see—his potent load sloshing heavily inside, a stark, virile contrast to my worthless dribble—before tying it off with a smirk and tossing it carelessly onto the hood beside her trembling thighs.