SPH Experiences: A Conversation
By augusto3041.
The party had stopped, even the music was silent, and a bunch of people started shouting, “Small penis…small penis…small penis…”
Indeed, there were men with small penises shouting too, sons of bitches, I was very embarrassed; the whole city would know about it. I ran away.
Soon, a friend, a friend’s girlfriend, and her cousin came over. I was crying in the street, and they tried to comfort me.
“That girl is a slut, she shouldn’t do that.”
“She has no feelings.”
Well, they comforted me for about 5 minutes, until everything calmed down.
One said, “This is your parents’ fault for neglecting it. If you had taken him to the doctor when he was little, they would have taken care of it.”
Then another said, “That’s nonsense, it’s genetic.”
“No, friend, I studied, of course, you can’t work miracles, but I certainly wouldn’t be so small.”
Then another one: “My boyfriend has a 7.5-inch penis, but he didn’t know how to have sex; I had to teach him everything. Don’t worry, use your tongue and finger, it’ll work.”
“Oh, but how will the doctor make the penis grow?” They were talking amongst themselves.
“Seriously, I studied it, it’s that when a child doesn’t have enough hormones, the penis doesn’t grow. You just need hormone replacement therapy to make it develop, but it has to be done when they’re children.”
“It’s genetics, I’m sure. I’ve never heard of that. If you manage to get pregnant, don’t believe her. Pray to be born a woman so you won’t go through this.”
“Márcia, watch what you say.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mince words.”
“Wow, those people at the party are so stupid, they were yelling ‘small penis’ when you showed up, they’re having fun with other people’s pain, it makes me so angry.”
It was getting worse; maybe the best thing was to be alone. I got up and left. “I need to be alone,” I said.
They understood and left, and when I put my hand in my pocket, where was my cell phone? I thought about going back. When I got to the gate, I heard them talking.
I stopped and listened; it seemed like the 10/10 was there too.
“Wow, that’s so sad.”
“It looked like a little peanut, very strange, a baby’s penis, I couldn’t do anything.”
“But you shouldn’t have told everyone.” One of the girls who was comforting me said:
Another said, “I’ll go back to the party, we’ll talk later.”
It seemed like only 10/10, and two other women remained.
“Seriously, guys, Graciane Barbosa’s cricket is bigger.”
(Graciane is a bodybuilding model, she’s been on TV, even a former dancer, very famous in my country.)
“Women don’t joke about that.” They laughed at the joke, and I felt humiliated behind the party gate.
“Seriously, like when I looked, there was no way to even pick it up with my hand.”
“And with tweezers.” Another one said.
“Guys, stop it.” There was a kind-hearted woman.
“Seriously, it was tiny and hard, now imagine how you hold it when it’s soft to pee?”
“Do it like a woman.”
I swear, even the kind-hearted woman laughed along with them. “Oh my god, you guys are awful.”
“It must be like a turtle’s head, it hides inside.”
They laughed even more.
“Next time I’ll bring chopsticks.”
They laughed, “Shut up, you talk a lot of nonsense.”
“I’m peeing myself laughing.” Another one said.
“It should work to pee with two fingers.”
“You’re all focused on how he manages to pee; forget about that.”
“It doesn’t work, it’s too funny.”
They laughed a lot; the women who had been consoling me were now teasing me behind my back, along with the woman who had caused all this.
“Grabbing his penis is like holding an earring back, and if you lose sight of it, you can’t find it.”
The other one laughed at the joke, “Now, seriously, no, where do you guys invent all this stuff?”
“He’s like that because he wants to be, girl. Some procedures make it bigger, and you feel sorry for him.”
The 10/10 said, “In his case, it would be a miracle; if he grows 3 inches, he’ll still be small. There’s no saving him.”
“If God made a minion, he’ll stay a minion.”
They laughed, “Wow, Thalia is inspired, it’s one thing after another.” They laughed.
“I imagine him taking off his clothes and saying, ‘It’s just a little souvenir.'” They laughed a lot.
“You guys are impossible. I’m going back to the party.”
The 10/10 said, “I have to return the guy’s cell phone. I wonder if he’s still around.”
“Last time he was crying on the sidewalk.”
“Oh my God, poor thing, you don’t want to give him his cell phone, I don’t even want to look at his face.”
I walked away on tiptoes, crying, and leaned against the post. The gate opened, but I didn’t dare to look.
It was 10/10. He stood in front of me, “Here’s your cell phone. I thought you had left.”
“I’m getting a ride.”
“Damn… I don’t think I’m in the mood for a party. Want a ride?”
“No.”
“Staying there crying like a little girl won’t solve anything. Let’s go before you catch a cold in the dew.”
She pulled me by the arm. I was exhausted, so I went along when she got into the car.
“Don’t think I want anything with you.”
“Oh yeah, my small penis made you lose interest.”
“Have you ever been told you’re an idiot?”
Car in motion.
“I’m going to be the talk of the town for the rest of my life, the young man with the small penis, and I’m still the idiot, don’t I have enough labels?”
“Shut up.”
“Seriously, you ruined your sex life.”
She laughed loudly, “What sex life? In the introduction part, you’re not… Wait, I know, with your mouth!”
“Shut up.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up, I’m taking you away, and you tell me to shut up… I must be at rock bottom.”
“Ahhh, you’re the one everyone wants, huh? You think too much of yourself.”
“I am, and nobody wants you.”
“Your fault.”
“My fault? My fault, you have a 2-inch penis? You can’t even aim to pee, and you want to say something.”
“Shut up.”
I was sulking, and tears were streaming down my face without me even trying; it was too much.
“Is this the neighborhood where you live?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me where it is. I don’t have a crystal ball.”
I told her the way home, got out of the car, and she left without even saying goodbye.
The End.
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