My name is Dean, and I’m a rather handsome 23-year-old guy, yet I’m still a virgin, and there is a good reason: my 3 inches full of hard dicklette. The only one who knows about this fear of mine is Carla, my childhood best friend, although I’ve never shown her. For her, size doesn’t matter for most girls, so she never really understood my fear.

When I woke up this morning, I had no idea how much this day would change my life. I was getting dressed when Gabi, my 18-year-old little sister, came into my room to ask if I had seen her phone. I barely had time to hide my package. Luckily, she immediately covered her eyes. “Sorry, big bro, I forgot to knock. Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything!”

Then she left, wondering where her phone might be.

Since she was little, she has been used to walking around in underwear, but she forgot she is now a stunning, athletic young woman. With her blonde-dyed hair, she looks like a surfer. As I felt my hard-on in my hand, I couldn’t help but think that kids grow up too fast.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, I noticed she had tried to wear a tank top.

“By the way,” she said, biting into her pancake, “Carla called. She’s inviting us over to enjoy the pool. Her parents aren’t home this weekend. I’ll join you in the late afternoon after my training!”

Like I was her age, Gabi plays for the high school basketball team and plans to continue at university. With her level of skill, she will probably get a scholarship.

“Okay, just be careful not to get injured before the season ends,” I said.

She smiles affectionately. “Stop worrying, big brother. I’m not a kid anymore.”

Carla lives two streets away from us in a pretty big house, and her pool has seen us grow up for over 10 years now. Carla was waiting for me by the pool in her bikini. She is the perfect example of a beautiful Latina, even though her breasts aren’t big. She has always had great success with boys, especially because of her blue eyes.

“Go put on your swimsuit. I made lemonade!” she said with a big smile.

*****

Once in the water, we talked for several hours about work and studies, then about Gabi and even Sara, our annoying coworker, after finishing the lemonade and several beers.

A little after 6 PM, Carla got out of the water to get food in her kitchen. I was about to follow her, but as soon as I stepped out of the water, my head started spinning, probably because of the sun and the alcohol, and I slipped off the ladder straight into the water. My second attempt to get out went fine, but I preferred to lie down on the ground, propping my legs against the wall to make my head stop spinning.

“Oh my god, Dean!” Carla exclaimed as she ran out of the house with a bag of chips. “I’m fine, Carla; I just got a little dizzy,” I replied, noticing she had put on a top, making her shape gorgeous, and she couldn’t hold my hard-on popping.

When I looked into her eyes, I realized she wasn’t looking at my face but the lower part of my stomach. My blood ran cold when I realized my swimsuit had caught on the ladder during my fall. I was now lying with my legs up and my dick hard and out in front of my best friend.

She then gave a sly smile. “It’s not just your dizziness that’s little.”

Embarrassed, I started blushing and tried to get up but couldn’t move. “Carla, stop smiling and help me get up; I’m stuck,” I begged.

She then started chuckling. “I’m starting to understand why you’re embarrassed.”

At those words, I started trembling, my dick started throbbing, and I felt my whole body heat up. “It’s not funny, Carla. Please help me now.”

“You seem to be enjoying the situation, though. It’s flattering, little boy. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have given you any hope about the importance of size,” Carla said.

Those last words were too much for me, and with a little boy’s moan, I cum straight onto my face. After a second shock, Carla laughed and fell to her knees.

“I can’t believe it! I didn’t even know this was possible without touching! You are such a loser!”

She stayed there for about twenty seconds laughing, then got up. “I’ll get some tissues,” she said, wiping her tearful eyes from laughing so hard.

A minute later, she returned with a tissue in one hand and her phone in the other, pointing it at me. “Carla, no, please!” I groaned.

But it was too late, and the flash went off.

“A memory of my best friend, his hard little dick, and his cum on his face!” she said, struggling not to laugh.

She knelt next to me and wiped the cum I had on my face and chest and then my half-hard dick. She then helped me get up and gave me my clothes back.

“Don’t worry, little boy, it’ll be our secret. I still love you just as much, even if you’ll never be able to act manly with me. Get dressed before your sister arrives,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

That afternoon began a change in my relationships with the girls around me.

 

To Be Continued…?

 

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