Runt Of The Litter Pt 01

Author Note: Everyone in this story is over 18 and enjoys SPH.

Mike has always had a temper, but even the bumper-to-bumper traffic couldn't get him down today. He was headed on a much-needed vacation with Amber, a 21-year-old undergraduate with the body of a toned volleyball player and the attitude of a roller derby skater.

The two were headed to a remote cabin for a weekend of hiking, romance, and sexcapades -- and the best part was that the cabin belonged to Ryan, an old college friend/rival who was a bit of a legend around campus.

Michael couldn't wait to show off Amber, knowing the hot, thin blonde was Ryan's exact type. This was known from vast amounts of personal experience, watching Ry casually fuck his way through half of their graduating class.

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A few years ago, the two shared a dorm-style suite. Nearly every night, Michael would hear some new co-ed moaning like a dog in heat, despite the fact that their rooms were separated by a large bathroom and the walls were made of those giant bricks you only find in dormitories and penitentiaries.

Some nights, Mike would even sneak into the bathroom for a better listen and to quietly jerk off his little four-inch dick. Eventually, he stopped. It wasn't because he was scared of getting caught; he just couldn't handle one more of his crushes gushing over how hung Ryan was.

The last time he tried, it involved his dream girl...well, his and every other straight guy on campus. Perfect lips, perfect hair, perfect tits, perfect everything. She knew it, too. That, along with their more-than-occasional pension for cruelness, was something she and Ryan shared.

Mike knew the two were going on their first date and rushed to the bathroom as soon as he heard a commotion in the hall. In seconds, Michael heard a near-scream. This wasn't unusual. Mike learned, like most of the campus, that Ryan's dick was excessively large.

Ryan must have pulled out instantly because the next thing Michael heard was the co-ed begging him not to stop. She sounded so desperate that Mike was floored. He had never heard desperation like that, realizing that must be what he sounded like to the women he begged to stay after they saw his little dick.

"Are you sure," Ryan asked. There was unmistakable concern in his voice. Sympathetically, he added, "This happens a lot. It's okay, I'll just eat you out."

Before he could finish the sentence, she interrupted, almost shouting "No." Then, a bit softer but just as demanding: I want you to fuck my brains out."

It was clear she meant it, and he didn't object. The rattling of the cheap dorm bed was almost entirely muffled by the unceasing whimpers of the university's hottest undergrad. Mike's little dick deflated as quickly as his ego, and he went back to his room to fantasize about what it would be like to have a real cock, while he listed to the two of them fuck until morning.

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But that was a long time ago, and this weekend is going to be different. In fact, Ryan might even hear some whimpering of his own.

"Oh shit!" Amber yelled so loudly Mike nearly wrecked. "I forgot my birth control."

"WTF, Amber" Mike screamed, gripping the steering wheel of the car so tightly his knuckles turned white.

For most people, this wouldn't be an issue. They could use the pull-out method...or grab a condom...or settle for a blowjob. Unfortunately for Mike, these options weren't available.

He always struggled with premature ejaculation, and it didn't get better with age or practice -- not that he had much of the latter. Sometimes he felt like it actually got worse.

Secondly, there was no way he could find small enough condoms in this tiny mountain town.

The "snug fit" versions he wore had to be ordered from the internet and he doubted Amazon offered drone delivery at 1800 ft above sea level.

Making matters worse, Amber hated giving head. In the three months they'd been together, she hadn't even tried. This, too, added to his sense of anger and pouty behavior.

"You need to fucking calm down," she said sternly. "Besides, I'm sure we can figure something out if you're a good boy."

"I'm sorry..."

Amber cut him off with her laughter, adding "Well, at least we can agree on that."

As they pulled into Ryan's driveway, Michael couldn't help but notice how much larger it was from their tiny parcel back home. Jesus, he thought, even Ryan's property is twice the size of mine. But before Mike could punch in the gate code, a deep & familiar-sounding voice echoed from the intercom.

"Hey Mikey. Sorry man, there's been a change of plans. I need you to drive down to my house first. It's the big one at the end of the cabins. Sorry, lil man, there have been a few changes. I'll catch you up when you get here."

The gate buzzed, leaving Michael no time to respond or argue. It had already been settled.

He didn't really mind swinging by Ryan's place first. But, he was hoping to swing by the cabin and change first. The gray sweatpants he wore to be comfortable on the ride up were now having the opposite effect. And did Ryan call him a little man?

Either way, Amber didn't seem to notice. She was too busy fixing her hair in the mirror and applying a deeper shade of lipstick than he had ever seen her wear.

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As Mike and Amber stepped out of the car, Ryan greeted them with a look that was more smirk than a smile. "Well, if it isn't my two favorite lovebirds!" Despite never having met her, Ryan embraced Amber first...and tightly...and for quite longer than Mike or she ever expected.

Ryan relished the way her body curved against his larger, muscular frame. After a few moments, he released her, but Amber's hand lingered on the small of her back for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he turned his attention to his old roommate.

"Aww, look at little Mikey," he said, ruffling Mike's hair like a proud older brother. "You've grown a whole inch since I last saw you!" Michael's squirming made Ryan laugh, and it didn't take long before Mike's face turned the same bright red it stayed during most of college.

Mike lowered his eyes and turned his attention to the ground. This didn't stop his girlfriend from letting out a laugh. "Babe, you didn't tell me other people called you Little Mikey, too. That's cute."

"They don't!" Mike protested.

"No, she's right, Mikey. That is cute -- and so is that", Ryan said while ogling Amber's rather splendid assets. Instead of reacting with anger, she blushed. "OMG. You're so bad. Mikey, you didn't tell me your friend was so naughty."

Wanting to change the subject quickly, Mike thought complimenting Ryan might work, "You're looking fucking good, dude. You've really put on some muscle."

Smirking and flexing his biceps teasingly, he replied "Oh, you know, just gifted with superior genes. But I guess you're more of a sweatpants kinda guy, huh? Brave choice," he chuckled. "Glad you two made it up in one piece, but I have a bit of bad news...turns out the cabin was double booked".

"What the fuck, dude, we drove 5 hours to...", Mike began ranting before Ryan cut him off.

"Chill, little man, your bro has you covered. You and your lady can crash with me for one night. The cabin opens up tomorrow and I'll even let you check in early. Scouts honor."

The cunt actually was an Eagle Scout, Mike thought, before responding with a beaten "sure."

"What's that," Ryan asked.

"Thanks, man, I appreciate it," Mike said louder while forcing a smile.

"Great, now grab all your stuff while Amber and I get to know each other better inside -- and be careful, I don't want you to pull any of your little muscles. Especially that one," Ryan smiled while pointing at Mike's little nub.

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As Mikey was finishing unloading the car, he heard uproarious laughter come from both Ryan and Amber. "What are you two chuckling about," Mike asked.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up! Took you long enough, shrimp dick," Ryan barked. Amber did her best to stop laughing, but Ryan's laughter grew even louder. "Oh, just a little technical snafu," Amber managed.

"Little, being the keyword," Ryan said as the two burst into laughter. Amber jumped in a little too late. "I asked Ryan to take a photo of me for my Insta and one of the...um...personal pictures you sent popped up," she revealed.

Laughter again filled the room and Mikey turned the deepest shade of red either of them have ever seen.

"I'd say 'popped up' is pretty generous for such a little thing. Mikey, I always guessed you were small, but I had no idea it was soooooo tiny. Dude, how many inches are you, like 3 or so? Awe, I'm just kidding man. Come on, it's getting late. Let me show you upstairs."

At the end of the stairs, Ryan opened the door to the guest room with an arrogant smirk. It was the smallest bed Mike had ever seen.

"Well, well, well, looks like we have some accommodations to sort out," Ryan says, patting Mike on the back. "I tell you what, shrimp dick, you can have this room all to yourself while Amber and I make ourselves comfortable in my room. You're the only one small enough to fit on the bed"

Ryan walks over to the other room, gesturing towards a tattered old dog bed lying on the ground. "Or, if you feel threatened, you can always take the dog bed in my room. It's bigger than the twin size. I was going to throw it out, but you can carry it downstairs tomorrow when you go to do your chores," Ryan explained cooly.

"I mean it's just for one night," Amber began. She was cut off by Mikey, who knew there was no arguing with Ryan when he got like this. "There's no way I'm letting you two sleep in the same room without me. I'll stay on the fucking dog bed," Mikey relented.

"Good boy," Ryan said, chuckling to himself at the thought of Little Mikey sleeping on the dirty old mattress, while he and Amber enjoyed each other's warmth.

As Mikey tried getting comfortable on the old dog bed, Ryan began undressing, and Mike was legitimately shocked at the bulge in Ryan's shorts. It was easily 5 inches soft, an entire inch larger than Mikey's fully engorged length. When Amber noticed, her mouth dropped.

"What's wrong with you two, haven't you seen a real cock before," Ryan asked, first to Amber then locking eyes with Mike.

"I tell ya what. I'm going to do you both a favor. Amber, I'm going to let you experience what it's like to feel a real cock, and Mikey I'm going to let you listen...but you're not allowed to watch because of the LITTLE attitude you've been giving the both of us today."

"Amber," Mike began to protest but he was stopped in his tracks.

"Actually, I think this is for the best Mikey. It might teach you to respect me, and we both know you've been paying cam models to jerk off, too. That's money we could've used to get a better place. But all you ever think about is yourself. Frankly, you're lucky it'll just be for one night. Anyone else would have left you by now. Do you understand me?" she asked firmly.

Something about the situation, and seeing Ryan's big cock start to stiffen, got him excited as well. Both Amber and Ryan noticed. "I'll take that as a yes," Ryan said, pointing to MIkey's throbbing little dicklette. "Now take off your clothes and go lay down."

Ryan watched with glee as Mikey struggled to get comfortable on the dog bed. Within seconds, Amber was blowing his massive cock, at least that's what it sounded like to Mike, but he couldn't be sure. Amber had never blown him.

"Careful. You're trying to take too much at once," Ryan advised her. "We have plenty of time."

After what seemed like hours, the moaning and whimpering came to an end. Even Ryan was shocked to learn that the two towels he laid down hadn't been enough. The bed sheets were soaked.

"Shrimp dick, I almost forgot your pillow," he said. Ryan chuckled to himself as he throws the wet towels at Little Mikey, relishing in his discomfort. He notices his friend reaching for the soaked sheets, but stops him abruptly.

"Not so fast, Lil' Mikey," Ryan grins. "We need to clean this up properly, and definitely not with that linen."

As Mike carefully cleaned every ounce of cum from Ryan's massive cock, he turned his attention to Amber. Mike couldn't help but notice how much different Amber's pussy felt. It was stretched so far he didn't know if he could ever feel her again. Ryan sensed that.

"You're doing a good job there, Lil' Mikey," Ryan says in a condescending tone. "Maybe next time you'll be able to handle a real pussy, but let's be honest - you're just not built for this kind of thing."

He watched as Little Mikey flushed red with embarrassment, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It's always gratifying to put him in his place. Ryan licked his lips as he remembers the feeling of stretching Amber's pussy to the limit, relishing his power.

As soon as Mikey finished cleaning Amber, Ryan said sternly, "It's already past your bedtime Mikey. With a four-inch dick, you should be in bed way earlier than this. Besides, you have chores to do tomorrow. But if you do a really good job, I might let you participate more next time."

Ryan watched with a smile as Mikey folded the damp towels into makeshift pillows and noticed that Amber was already hard and fast asleep from the romp, with an unmistakable look of elation on her face.

As Mikey laid back down, he couldn't help but realize his wish had come true. Ryan did hear Amber's whimpering.