Little Me by Spanglemaker

Little Me by Spanglemaker

Immerse yourself in “Little Me” by Spanglemaker, an evocative adult story that explores desire, intimacy, and self-discovery. Follow the journey of a character as they navigate passionate encounters and emotional revelations that challenge their perceptions of love and intimacy. Dive into a world where fantasies come alive and boundaries are pushed—perfect for those seeking a tantalizing read that promises to ignite the imagination.

During a week-long trip to a mind-numbingly dull conference just outside Swindon in the UK, Jeff, a work colleague of mine, suggested we make use of the hotel pool on one of our free afternoons. The alternative was doom-scrolling in my miserable single room with an exquisite view of the hotel rubbish bins and probably having a lonely wank in the shower before joining the others for yet another stodgy buffet meal in the evening.

I hadn’t even packed any swimming shorts for the trip, so I had to buy something from the spa’s reception area first – the only thing they had that weren’t XXXL trunks was a tiny pair of white Speedos, more like a G-string or a posing pouch than functioning sportswear. Jeff was smiling at the receptionist, and she managed to control her amusement with consummate professionalism as I hurriedly tapped my phone to pay.

We turned a corner into the men’s changing area, where I felt my next body-blow of embarrassment when I realised it was just one single room – no separate cubicles for the shy guys here. Oh Christ, why did I agree to this? Was Jeff doing this on purpose? – he knows I’m completely self-conscious and has probably already guessed that although I’m almost 32, I am still a virgin. Fucking hell, Jeff – I’ve never even been naked in front of another human being before! I am way below-average in the endowment stakes and the thought of being ‘revealed’ like this just fills me with nausea.

My stomach dropped at the realisation I was going to have to undress in a shared space. Jeff, however, swaggered to the bench and flung his backpack down without a concern in the world. With an alarming screech, a cloakroom attendant pushed his great bucket into the room from the shower area – mop in hand like a mighty staff, glaring at me as if I was an intruder in enemy territory. This was awful. You’re going to pay for this Jeff, I swore to myself. He was talking about the last presentation we had attended at the conference, and I couldn’t even absorb what he was saying because I was busy having a panic-attack.

Jeff’s shirt was already off by the time I’d got my head around the “data-driven request automation in pharmaceutical applications” — and of course, yes, Jeff had a perfectly-shaped torso. He was completely hairless, tanned, toned and, oh, what a surprise! – Jeff had a sharply-defined six-pack too. I hate you Jeff, I honestly do. Jeff noticed my look of abject misery and seemed suddenly aware of my discomfort. I felt my face flushing in embarrassment and hastily turned away. Shakily I deposited my phone and my glasses in my bag and attempted to get my trousers off like it was no big deal. Yeah, I drop my trousers in front of buff dudes all the time, sure, no problem. I was hopping on the wet floor now, half-falling over on the gleaming tiles, wishing they would just give way and I could tumble into eternal nothingness.

“I’ll see you in there.” Jeff called out, closing his locker and making his way to the shower. “Okay!” I reply, at a pitch that is unaccountably higher than usual. The cloakroom guy is shaking his head as he works his filthy mop under the bench opposite. Can this get any worse?

I try to breathe steadily, and I slip my briefs off, feeling an immediate chill and a shiver of excitement at this unfamiliar sensation of vulnerability. Oh shit, now I’m getting turned on. Fuck, fuckitty-fuck. I feel my pecker tingling and I hurriedly pull up the Speedos – my towel covering my fast-developing erection. I glance to the side, but Cloakroom Dude doesn’t seem to have noticed anything, so I make my way through to the showers.

The hallway was arranged so that you couldn’t get to the pool without going through the showers first. There are pegs on one wall and showers on the other — a couple of older guys are in there and, oh God, Jeff is still showering. They’re all going to see my stiffened dick in this tiny thong if I hang up my towel. The old guys are staring at me — daring me to bypass the showers, so they can grumble and complain.

Oh shit, I need to act now. At this point I’ve more-or-less accepted my fate, that these men will see my dick sticking up in my Speedos and I will be laughed out of the hotel. At the breakfast buffet, everybody from the conference will be laughing at me and waving forkfuls of half-eaten sausages at me. My mind is reeling and for some sense of protection I head towards Jeff. My heart is racing as I take a place next to him, tacitly enjoying the sight of his ripped body adrip from the gushing stream of water. I have to snap out of it, this is just going to make my dick stiffer. I attempt to assess the situation and glimpse down as I duck my head under the warm flow. The tightness of the thong has held my little erection tight to my groin and it looks to all intents and purposes as if there is just an average-sized dick in there. I appear to have got away with it!

Jeff looks like a Greek god and standing next to him I feel my hopelessly inadequate dick shrivel once again to its regular thumbnail dimensions. He smiles, tenderly somehow, almost to reassure me – and I feel a tremble inside me, a sudden fondness for him. It dawns on me that I really like this sporty dude — like, REALLY like. Was Jeff gay? Was I gay? I always thought I was straight, but over the years I’d watched so much porn that cumming to images of attractive men had kind of become normal — but in the real world, having feelings for an actual man? — I’d never considered that as a potential outcome! He’d always seemed like a kind of jock character to me, but as my thoughts scrambled for clarity, I had to admit that he was no self-centred narcissist, but instead a thoughtful, kind man who seemed to actually care about MY feelings. I awkwardly smile back, and I instantly kick myself — I must look like such a dork to him. Standing there, pale and pasty, my arms skinny and my belly slightly pudgy from lack of exercise.

“Shall we?” Jeff motions to the pool and we make a move.

The water is freezing cold and my breath comes in short gasps. I’m not a strong swimmer and Jeff has already done two lengths before I’ve made it half-way up the pool. We pause at the side, he brushes his dark brown hair up out of his eyes and once again, I find myself just admiring his beautiful body.

“Bit chilly, eh? — we could always warm up in there.”

He gestured towards the steam room off to one side. I sense that he’s sparing my embarrassment about my weak swimming and is offering me an ‘out’. I take it.

“Good idea!” I respond, idiotically.

Jeff ducks his head into the steam room and once again it’s full of cantankerous old guys. More conference types I’m guessing — grumbling at the heat escaping through the open door.

“No room at the inn.” He grins at me and makes his way towards a small sauna door a few metres on.

“Perfect!” He exclaims, peeking through a tiny window to the snug, wooden interior.

He holds the door open for me and I take a seat on the searing hot bench. The heat is soon deep into our bodies, the chill from the pool gone.

“Oh wow, it’s Barbara!” Jeff exclaims, glancing through the window and spotting our senior colleague stepping into the pool.

Barbara was in her early fifties and if the office chatter was to be believed, had been married, had kids and a mortgage, but had been deserted by her husband after some undisclosed drama, and she was now an empty nester. She had a good sense of humour and I’ll admit I had a secret crush on her.

“She’s looking a bit good in that swimsuit, eh?” asked Jeff.

Oh, so maybe he’s not gay. My heart sank slightly. What was I thinking? That Jeff and I might ever get it on together? God, I’m so deluded – as if he’d be interested in me.

Little me.

“Yeah!” I replied, “she’s actually pretty hot!” I admitted.

“I knew you fancied her! It’s obvious when she’s talking to you — you’re like a little puppy!” Jeff responded.

I felt a bit slighted somehow, that I was just a hopeless little geek lusting after a woman twenty years his senior. I felt hurt that Jeff’s view of me might be that limited.

“And you’d have better luck?” I countered, a little spitefully — realising as soon as I had said it that, yes, he would definitely have better luck than me — and that pretty much most straight women would find him sexually appealing.

“I’ve learnt a few tricks in my time — I reckon I could bring a smile to her lips.” He went on.

“I reckon you’d be bringing more than just a smile to her lips Jeff!” I joked, surprising myself with my audacity.

With a shrug he replied – “Yeah? Well, I imagine every guy in the department has beaten themselves off imagining seeing their cocks in Barbara’s mouth, or up her tight little minge.”

My fevered mind treated me to an elaborate and deranged vision of our open-plan office – Barbara spread naked and open across a messy workstation caressing her plentiful tits, her head pushing up against a computer monitor, a keyboard digging into her generous backside, a mouse mat stuck to her elbow, one stiletto heel knocking over a half-empty coffee mug — and the entire Information Technology team surging around her, desperate to stick their ugly great cocks in her eager mouth or into her gaping cunt, which was already awash with the semen of at least a dozen men. Hmmm, thanks for that, brain.

“And the women too, probably,” I suggested. “There must be plenty of wet knickers in the house when Barbara’s around.”

Jeff squeezed himself through his towel, obviously getting excited with all our talk. Where was this going? My head began to spin. My colleague is openly rubbing himself, talking about sex with another female colleague, a senior colleague. This could lead to disciplinary action, complaints, who knows? If anyone found out.