I have always had crushes on other guys as far back as I can remember. But it wasn’t until later in life that I realized two things; one was that I was gay, and two, that I have a tiny penis. Both of those things were discovered simultaneously with my best friend. We’ve known each other since 6th grade. When we graduated HS, he went into the Army and away to boot camp. I saw him playing a pinball machine at a nearby game room only a few weeks later, which I thought was odd. I asked him, “I thought you left for boot camp?”

He said he did but was discharged early. When I asked why, he turned red and left without answering.

Later that summer, we met again and discussed everything except our previous short conversation. He seemed to be getting very uncomfortable not being able to sit still. I asked him if he was alright. He said he was and started to get up but quickly turned so his back was to me. I asked what was wrong since he was also leaning forward a bit. He said his back was stiff. I offered him a back rub to loosen it up, and he said, “That might not be a good idea.”

I said, “We have been really good friends for a long time, and I don’t mind helping you any way I can.”

He came over next to me with his back to me and said, “Okay.”

I asked, “What’s aching?”

He paused, then said, “My lower back is stiff.”

I started rubbing it with my thumbs in circles, which, judging by his sounds, was obvious he liked. As he relaxed, he started to stand up straight again. He thanked me and turned around. Being at eye level, I immediately noticed that he was hard. A blind man couldn’t miss it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It looked huge. It stood straight up and above the waistband of his pants into his shirt. I never saw anything like it. He got me out of my stupor by tapping on my head. I looked up, and he asked if I wanted to see it. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded to him. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, then grabbed his briefs and pulled them to his ankles as well. His shirt covered most of his cock, and he lifted the shirt to his nipples. It was a beautiful sight. His cock stood above his bellybutton by 2 or 3 inches. I lived a very sheltered life and never saw another guy’s manhood before now, and I was in awe. He asked to see mine since I saw his. My anxiety level just skyrocketed as I knew how tiny I would look compared to him. I had thought I was normal until now.

Turns out that I’m a gold member of the small dick club. He saw how nervous I looked and said, “It’s OK. We’re best friends, and it’s just us, and nobody will ever know. Come on and stand up,” he lifted me to my feet.

I realized I was harder than ever; it ached. He knelt and unbuttoned my pants and pulled both my pants and briefs down to my ankles. In doing so, my tiny boner went down with them for a brief second, then popped straight out. My balls and sack are also very small and tight. I kept shaved smooth ever since I started to grow pubic hair at 16; yes, I was a late bloomer. Shaving your pubic hair was not something guys did back then. So, I must have looked like a little boy compared to him.

He asked if I was hard, and I lied and said, “No, are you?”

He said, “Me neither,” and smiled. He then pushed mine down and let it return to its straight-out position. He said, “Your dick looks and feels hard to me.”

I bowed my head in shame. He said it looked cute. He stood up again, and I stared at his again and asked if I wanted to touch it. I just stood there, and he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his rock-hard dick. It was warm and hard yet soft at the same time.

My thumb and fingers weren’t even touching. He told me to pull it down to get a better look. I told him that I didn’t want to hurt him, so he helped me out and guided me step by step. He asked me if I had ever done anything like this with a girl, and I said no. He then asked if I ever saw or touched another guy, and I said no.

He said, “WOW, you’re a total virgin?”

I said yes.

He said, “But you had all the girls around you constantly in school. I thought you must always be getting laid.”

I said that I kissed a girl once.

“A French kiss?”

I asked, “What’s that?” He told me to use my tongue as I kissed. I said, “That sounds gross.” I’m still holding his hard cock.

“Have you ever kissed another guy?”

I said no.

“Do you want to try it with me?”

I was now in total shock. I never thought about doing anything with another guy, yet I was holding his hard cock and didn’t want to let go. I looked up and into his eyes. He was starting to lean in and he tilted his head and started kissing me on the lips. He held that for what seemed to be an eternity. My eyes were now closed, and as I was kissing him back, he took hold of my tiny gold member boner. He broke the kiss, and as I opened my eyes, he asked if I liked my first kiss with him.

I just nodded and finally said, “It was so much better than with the girl.”

He thanked me for the compliment.

I said, “I love you,” and kissed him again, this time me leading the way.

We broke the kiss, and he said, “Did you just say you loved me?”

“Yes, you don’t hate me for saying it, do you?”

“No, and I love you, too. I have had feelings for you since we first met in 6th grade, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship as I started to understand his feelings. It wasn’t the thing that you let other people know back then. You could get beaten up or worse if it was found out that you were gay.”

I said, “I think I’m gay.”

He said, “Me, too.”

I asked if he had done anything with another guy, and he turned bright red, the same shade as when he left the game room. I said, “Don’t be embarrassed. I love you, and you can’t say anything that could offend me.”

He said, “That is why I was discharged early from the Army. They offered to give me a general discharge without honor because I was caught in the shower having my way with another guy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was showering, and the guy next to me dropped his soap, bent over to pick it up, and slipped. I picked the other guy up, and I was already getting hard, and my cock slid between his butt cheeks. I lost all control and aimed for the guy’s asshole. Both being all soaped up, I went in too quickly, and the guy screamed in pain, causing everyone in the barracks to come running in. They pounded John badly. Part of why he didn’t want me to know he was hard earlier.”

I let go of his cock and looked him in the eyes as he was now tearing up, and he asked, “You hate me now, don’t you?”

I grabbed him and hugged him so tight that I said, “I don’t hate you; I love you!”

“Really?”

“I have always had feelings for you, too, and until today I didn’t understand them.” I stepped back, and he was still holding my tiny dick. I said, looking at his big cock, ” I love looking at and holding your big cock.”

He asked if I wanted to kiss it.

“I’ve never done that before.”

He said, “Sit down, and I’ll talk you through it.”

I sat, and he had me grab it again and said to pull it down and kiss the tip. I did, and it was electric. I said it was awesome.

“Do it again.”

I did and he asked me to do it longer this time. As I was kissing, it told me to open my mouth and let it in a little. He told me to use my tongue a little on the tip. It tasted nice, and I opened my mouth more, and eventually, the entire head was in my mouth. I couldn’t fit much of his length as my mouth was already pretty full. I loved the way it felt as if it belonged there. I kept it in my mouth for at least half an hour. He pulled out and I asked if I did it right.

“Oh my goodness, yes.”

“Cann I ask you something?

He said yes.

I said with deep embarrassment, “Do you think my boner is too small?”

He said he thought it was perfectly fine, and he loved it.

“But why is it so small, though?”

“I would rather suck one your size than mine.”

“Yours is so big and beautiful.”

He said, “Having a big cock is a curse, and I would gladly trade dicks if we could.”

He sat beside me and leaned over taking my entire package in his mouth. His tongue was doing things that blew my mind. He then just sucked my rock-hard little guy. Wow!!! He eventually sat up and said, “See, you can’t do that to a big one. I love your little dick. It’s so cute and, best of all, attached to you.”

He looked me in the eyes, and we kissed again. I learned much from that day, and many more happened that afternoon. Although I still have anxiety about my little dick, I know that with the right guy, I will be just fine. I’ve been humiliated many times and would love to find another guy to be with and….

 

The End.

 

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