Lucas' Shortcomings Pt. 02

Ever since Anna had her friends around to taunt and humiliate Lucas, she had begun to spend more time outside, hanging out more with her friends.

One day, Lucas was home alone as usual and bored out of his mind. After swiping aimlessly for a few minutes, he picked up his cellphone and stumbled on an ad saying Hot women nearby would love to meet with you on Tinder.

A smile formed on his face as he clicked on the ad and was swiftly redirected to downloading and signing up. Once in, he began swiping through various profiles of different women, ogling at the sultry and scantily dressed women who seemed to populate the dating app. He swiped through blondes, brunettes, and Latinos with glee in his eyes, albeit he silently knew he was pushing his luck, as all of the pretty women seemed to share a hive mind of some sort, judging by their profiles that read something like. 

Single, not here for games. Size matters."

Still not letting their profiles be a deterrent, Lucas kept liking for a few minutes despite knowing he couldn't fit their profiles, and just as he was about to give up his hunt, his cellphone chimed aloud from a successful match. Acting all excited like a kid s doing candy on Halloween, Lucas hurriedly swiped through the matched profile, and his puny cock twitched to life at the sight of a bodacious blonde in her mid-forties. Her name was Jessica. She had the perfect pair of knockers, and to Lucas's disappointment, she vociferously quoted size matters on her profile.

Nevertheless, Lucas summoned up the courage to text first, and a grin flashed on his face once he received a text back. The quotidian introductory chapter soon commenced between the matched users, and Lucas introduced himself and what he did for a living.

"Married?"  Jessica texted after a slew of back and forth texts, and Lucas lied about it. Cool, so how big are you down there? She finally texted back Lucas's worst fear with a winking emoji, and he swallowed a hard lump in his throat as he feared she would block him right away if he confessed his size. 

Pretty average to make you scream and cream. Lucas replied to her text in another lie.

She texted an eye roll emoji along with the words, "specific size, mister Lucas or I'll quit wasting my time with you." 

For some reason, Lucas was getting excited at the danger of Jessica seeing his true puny size. He glanced at his shriveled inch of flaccid flesh inside his boxers and knew Jessica was certainly going to go bonkers if she saw it.

"Come on, handsome, you already caught my attention with that charming smile of yours on your profile. Now you're too shy to show me what you're working with?" Jessica texted again, and what followed next was a close-up picture of her totally exposed milkers with jutting pair of red nipples cresting pink aureoles. Lucas's cock did a mini throb but barely grew half an inch from its flaccid state.

"Oh wow! Those are beautiful. I'd sure love you to smother me with your pretty twins." Lucas texted after ogling at her tit picture for a while.

"Well, today's your lucky day, mister. We could meet up, so you bang my brains out. I get freakishly slutty for big fat cocks." Jessica replied, and Lucas's heartbeat quickened in excitement. He couldn't recall the last time he flirted with a lady, and Jessica gave him the much-needed morale boost before the inevitable embarrassment that lurked ahead.

"Oh goodness me! I'm so fucking hard looking at your pictures." He frantically texted back. 

"Then let me see, or I'll block you for catfishing....full-body pictures. Now!" Jessica texted back.  

Taking a deep breath, Lucas knew there was no meandering his way around this one anymore as Jessica was insistent. Clad in his Giants road game jersey and boxers, he got up, pulled his shorts down, and took a minute to stare at his shriveled member for a while -maybe in hopes of a miracle sprout. He held up his cellphone and took multiple shots of his shriveled penis and full frame, thought of the disappointment for a while, then hit send and waited anxiously. 

A minute casually rolled past with no reply, and Lucas struggled to not panic as he texted Jessica again. "Got it?" 

Jessica replied, "what the hell do you mean if I've got it? Is this supposed to be some sick joke? Why are you sending me pictures of a fucking clit when I've got a fatter one?"  Multiple angry emojis followed her rhetoric text, and Lucas could tell she was way beyond disappointed- disgusted, to say the least.

"No, I'm not trying to joke around or anything. That is really me and my dick. Wait, I'll send huh a full picture." This time, Lucas attached a picture with a stupefied grin on his face which Jessica didn't find funny at all as she texted back almost instantaneously.

"What the fuck?! You disabled motherfucker!" She followed up her insult with a nude picture where she was spread out like a pretzel on a couch, exposing her thick labia and engorged flabby pink clit- it was truly almost the size of Lucas's cock. "How the hell do you think this is gonna work, huh? It's clear our sexual organs are totally mismatched. I'll gouge my fucking eyes out if I were to ever see such a horrible excuse of a cock."

"So that means we can't meet up like you suggested?" Lucas typed with slumped shoulders as he was demoralized by her tirade of insults. 

"Fuck no, weirdo! As a matter of fact, I'm blocking you right away and sharing your profile with my friends, so they stay the fuck away from you. Jeez! Get a chastity cage or something. You're a total waste of my precious time!"

Lucas was still trying to type a pleading reply when Jessica's profile suddenly evaporated from his screen as she blocked him with the swiftness of light. He slumped back disappointedly on the couch as the front door creaked open, and Anna and her friends walked in. He hurriedly pulled his pants up and plastered a fake sheepish smile to welcome his wife home.