Big Bertha Ball Breaker

Sam had started swimming for fitness when he was in college.  Never blessed with a great physique, he found swimming was less tortuous on his thin body than other forms of exercise.  To say Sam had a swimmer’s build would also be stretching the truth because even with all the laps he had done, his body still looked akin to a ninety-pound weakling than an Olympic swimmer.  The thing he liked about his local pool was that it was open 24 hours a day.  If he went late, around two am, there was nobody else there except whatever pool employee was working that night.

If he went to the pool around four am, then all the serious competition swimmers would arrive for their morning laps.  Poor Sam was highly intimidated by these people with their muscular bodies and with the men—big cocks.  Cocks he saw too much of it in the showers and the changing area, and guys like Sam, who did not have a big cock found that super intimidating.  If he went to the pool earlier, he avoided that embarrassment and had a nice swim in peace.  He always had the pool to himself.

Then he could go home, have a nap for a few hours, and then go to work.  His daytime job was in IT, and Sam was right at home with the nerds he worked with.  There was a perception in some movies that the nerds ultimately won because they used their big brains to make big money, and that helped them get the hot babes in the end (the ones that rejected them in high school).  However, the truth was that most male nerds had small dicks and big brains.  Some would say God’s way of evening things up.  So, while some use their intelligence to make a fortune, the babe’s still go for the hunky men with the huge cocks.  Even your more average-looking girls will dump these small-dick nerds and settle for an average guy with an average dick.

So, when he was at work, it was a given that his fellow nerds never asked about weekends or ‘did you get laid’ type of conversations because none of them ever did.  Their conversations were more about video games, the latest tech gadgets, and the latest dumb shit in the building who didn’t understand even the basics of computers.  They found it fun when they discovered someone accessing porn through their work computer, and they’d all perv at whatever was turning that individual on before they reported them to HR.

Once, a photo circulated through work emails of a female supervisor topless.  That was an enjoyable day.  Sam still had a copy of that image, even though they were supposed to be purged from the system.  All the IT guys do, and unbeknownst to that female, they all jerk off to it on a regular basis.  Gooning is all these losers have.  Jerking off is the only sex in their pathetic lives, and like all small-dick perverts, masturbation is something they often do.  Even in public if they can get away with it.

It was this perversion that got Sam into trouble that night at the pool.  Everything started normally.  He changed in the empty changing rooms and went out to do his hundred laps.  The worker there that night was an older woman in her forties, with huge breasts, and a thick body, but like all the pool employees, a qualified lifeguard.  Her name was Bertha, which always made Sam laugh as she was the very epitome of the ‘Big Bertha’ stereotype.  Her hair was dark and short, and her manner was gruff, bossy, and dismissive.  Sam often thought she might be one of those butch lesbians.  She had that aura about her.

When he finished his laps and exited the pool, he went to the male change rooms to find them locked.  He rattled the sliding cage door to see if it would open, but it wouldn’t budge.

A deep female voice bellowed from nearby, “What’s the matter, kiddo?  Can’t you see those changerooms are closed?”

He turned to face the intimidating woman and blushed.  His dick shriveled in his bathers.  “Un, sorry, ma’am, but my clothes and things are in there.  I need to change so I can go home.”

Bertha looked him over with a smirk.  The skinny weakling with the obvious tiny dick made her feel vastly superior in every way.  “Sorry, kiddo, you’ll have to use the female changing room for now.  I’ll go in and get your stuff for you.  Give me your locker key.”

‘Kiddo,’ he thought derisively.  ‘I’m fucking thirty years old, bitch.’  But he buried his anger and frustration because he knew it wouldn’t help him to be rude to Big Bertha.  “OK, I’ll hit the showers.  Just leave my stuff somewhere I can see it.”

She winked in an almost masculine way.  “You got it, kiddo.”

Sam slipped off his bathers and watched himself in the mirrors, his wet body, his pecs pumped from his workout, the way his nubbin of dick bounced between his legs.  As he walked, he ran his fingers through the light smattering of golden hair that dappled his chest, belly, and crotch.  He enjoyed the feeling of exposure, showing off his ass to the empty changing room.  Especially knowing this was the female one, and during the day, this place was filled with many naked women of all shapes and ages.

At college, Sam had developed a bit of an exhibitionist streak, delighting in being naked in spaces like this, displaying his body.  Until recently, he still took the opportunity to strut around nude.  Changing rooms and showers were a safe place to do this, to show off his thin body and discreetly compare his tiny dick to the much larger men’s cocks Sam would see.  He loved to see their amused and shocked faces as they stared at his tiny dick, too.

But Sam wasn’t gay.  When he was doing this, he liked the small penis humiliation he got in these settings.  Sam also liked how public conventions of behavior meant that even though these men saw his babydick, they never really said anything to his face about it.  He was, after all, just getting changed.  Sam wasn’t rubbing it in their faces.  But things changed for him when one black guy with a massive cock bullied him about it one day about six months ago, and ever since, the exhibitionist side of him had subsided.  He thought that guy was going to beat him up or, worse, rape him.  Since then, he chose to swim here early so he could avoid other men altogether.

‘Big dick energy was something to avoid,’ he decided.

Still, swimming always made him horny for some reason.  As he stepped under the female shower and the cool water fell on his naked body, he gripped his stiffening little dick.  A true representation of the prepubescent penis was his dick.  At full mast, it stood proudly erect at three and a half inches, and it was really thin.  However, Sam should have known better than to play with himself in these showers.  But it was a stall with raised saloon-swinging doors, and he thought that he could keep himself concealed.  Anyone passing by should only have been able to see his bare feet and well-trimmed toenails, the light hair speckling his ankles.  Not that there were any other swimmers at the pool at this hour.

He had gotten into this habit at a gym in the city some years ago, which had similar shower stalls.  He had become an expert in listening for approaching footsteps, the slap of shower shoes, or the opening of a door.  He would give it a rest the second he sensed anyone was nearby.  Truthfully, because he knew it was wrong and dangerous, the act became heightened, the riskiness eroticized.  Though it embarrassed Sam to brand it—it felt wicked.  Playing with himself in a public place with a slight risk of being caught.

He hadn’t cum for a few days now, and just rubbing his palm on the underside of his erection made it pulse needfully.  He placed his left hand upon the wet tiled wall and leaned into it, then spread his legs wider.  He closed his eyes and took his hard-on in his fingers.  In his mind, he began to play a frequent fantasy of being seen like this.  Caught masturbating in public by a group of women.

Sam imagined being watched that this wasn’t a private stall but a large open shower with multiple steaming heads.  Women came in and out, gawking at his self-abuse, elbowing each other, maybe ridiculing Sam in harsh voices.  In contrast, others cackled with throaty, echoing laughter.  Recording him with their phones to show their friends and share on social media while calling others over to see this ridiculous little dick.  A laughing stock, an obscene spectacle, but not a threat to these women.  How could such a small dick be a threat to a woman, it’s impossible.  The object of their disdain and ridicule.

He thought of his whole naked body, what a woman would see if she caught him in this compromised position.  His lowered head, his back, his taut butt cheeks.  Sam’s naughty backside was startlingly white, even against his pale skin.  His flexing calves, his pumping shoulder—caught red-handed jerking his babydick.  He opened his eyes and looked down, letting the shower stream massage his scalp and the nape of his neck, and stared at his aching dicklette.  So tiny, but right now surely the hungriest little thing on Earth.  Hungry to cum.  Its usual pink was radiating magenta, ready to burst.  He continued to tease it with his fingers.

One-handed bachelor sex, he had once heard masturbation called.  Spanking the monkey, slapping the salami, choking the chicken.  Even the descriptions made it seem ridiculous, buffoonish.  He luxuriated in it, the lewdness of it.  He was playing with his pud in public.  He spread his feet wider and stuck his rear end out, almost going into a squat position, wiggling his hips as he slowly stroked his little dick.  Sam wanted to feel as perverted as possible.  And, in that moment of lust, he wanted to be caught in the act.

He moaned out, quiet and hesitant at first and then echoing around in the stall loudly.  A goonish groan of self-pleasure.  He reached the precipice of orgasm, one hand furiously whacking off while the other stimulated with his nipples.  For the next few minutes, he closed his eyes.  He lost himself to his outrageous fantasy, keeping himself on edge and panting like a dog.

“What the fuck are you doing over there, kiddo?  Jacking off?” a harsh female voice broke his onanistic revery.

He turned to see a Big Bertha prying open the stall doors and stomping inside.  Sam released his stiffy, and it swung around wildly, smacking against his pubic mound.  As she battered her way through the doors, things seemed to move in slow motion, like Sam’s brain was shutting down from the mortification of actually being discovered like this.  The naked man tried to turn from Bertha, but as she stepped into the stall, there was no way to hide his baby boner.

She pointed at his groin, the narrow rocket of flesh, and yelled, “I knew it!  You goddamn pervert!  You nasty little jerk off!”

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