SPH Experiences: Accidentally Outing A Friend
By NoiceM8ey.
To make sure you get the whole picture, I need to provide some background on both of us. To start, F was a quiet, reserved kid who was coming up short amongst our friends. Always losing every game we played in the backyard or inside. Not very self-confident and constantly struggling with most displays of physical strength. I, on the other hand, was the biggest and strongest kid in the group, and while I had little discipline to hone and develop my potential, I had enough raw power to charge headfirst into challenges simply. It rarely worked for me, but in F I found an easy mark to strong-arm.
I was always singling him out in any situation I could, and he only became an easier target for me. All of this bullying behavior eventually disappeared as I got older. Then I hit puberty and rapidly became more insecure about myself. Although I had been the tallest and strongest, I began to lag behind my friends in growth. By senior year, I was actually a quarter inch shorter than F. Yet he never grew to be cocky, never gave himself any credit, no matter what he managed to succeed at, and I began to hold a great deal of regret for the way that I had treated F.
Still, I could never bring myself to apologize to him after my atrocious behavior. Now, fast-forward to the sophomore year of college. At this time, I had a girlfriend and was very sexually active, which I was not quiet about with my friends. F was single and chasing a girl who had hard friendzoned him since senior year, whom he never actually got with despite all that effort – a fact we still love to bust his ass about every once in a while.
Now to the actual story. I was sexting my then-girl and was taking some sexy pics and sending them to her. One by one, I began removing each article of my clothes, gradually replacing it with a new picture to match. I concluded this by taking a close-up of my package, dick fully erect and standing at attention. Now I have a 16.5 cm (6.5 in) long and 13.9 cm (5.5 in) girth erection. This size has not caused me any issues; I’ve never had any complaints from partners, aside from one who said it was uncomfortable, but we didn’t go further, so I hardly count that one. Accompanying that is a big, heavy sack which hangs below, swinging wildly with every step.
I have had more than a couple partners tell me that my balls were the largest they had ever seen in person. It is something I love, and I feel fortunate to be blessed like that every day as soon as I wake up. But that is who I am today. In my younger years, I was concerned about my size and afraid I might be small, despite my partners always saying otherwise. I simply couldn’t believe them. So I lived with a fair deal of anxiety about myself potentially not measuring up.
Getting back to the story, we were using Snapchat to send these pictures, and I accidentally sent the close-up package shot into our friend group chat, which I deleted in the next moment. Despite that, F was still able to open the message, and he immediately sent a group text warning everyone not to open Snapchat, even though I had already deleted the image. The group chat immediately erupted into a chaotic interrogation of both F and me about what had happened.
I wanted to be vague, but F immediately began explaining (the dialogue is from memory, and it’s been years, so it may not be accurate).
F: M sent a picture of his dick into the chat! Why dude?
M: A pic which I deleted before anyone except you could open, fastest hands in the west over here.
Friend 1: Why did you send a dick pic into the chat?
M: I did it on purpose, obviously. I just wanted to get everyone’s input. It was an accident, of course.
F: And now I’m blind.
Friend 2: Blinded by the light lol.
Now, at this point, I am starting to really panic because I am realizing that my friend just saw my package and is discussing it with our dozen closest male friends, many of whom would be ecstatic to poke fun at a friend who didn’t measure up. At this point, I had only sent the picture about 3 minutes ago, but it felt like half an hour had passed. I was sweating and dreading each speech bubble and what questions it might contain once sent.
The first question was whether I had a big bush. F confirmed that I was actually shaven smooth at the time, which got plenty of chuckles and a few comments about being aerodynamic. Next came the question of what exactly was in the picture. I managed to say that it was just dick and balls, and F answered as well, only a moment later, confirming my response. Questions continued to fly about the situation, leaving me in a state of perpetual tension.
Finally, the question of my size came up, and F stopped typing for a bit. I was terrified to type a single letter, just in case it caused F to jump into a message and potentially expose me, keeping in mind that, from my perspective, F would have every reason to out the friend who once loved to make him feel small. I was not truly aware of my size yet, and still afraid of being insufficient. He had me in the perfect position to strike, and I was stuck waiting for his reply.
To my great shock and surprise, F finally begins to type again, and before I know it, the message flashes across the screen.
F: He is pretty big, also has huge balls.
Friend 2: Bullshit! Ain’t no way.
I quickly decide to chime in, putting on a macho facade as relief washes over me.
M: It is true, I have the stretched underwear to prove it!
Friend 3: Yeah, I don’t buy it at all.🤔
Friend 1: Let’s not give M a reason to set the record straight. F has no reason to lie.
The group continues to discuss the situation, all while F and I silently watch, the defendant and the star witness having already gone on the stand to tell our stories. But after a couple of minutes of arguing, I see F hop into action. The text bubble pops up over F’s icon, and he sends a short message in response to the group’s reaction and subsequent debate.
F: I am not lying. And I wish I could say that I was…
Friend 1: That’s what I’m afraid of, as if M needed to terrorize us more than he already does.😣
Friend 3: If you really are telling the truth, then answer this: Who is bigger?
Friend 2: Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?😲
Friend 4: Why do you even want to know?😏
Friend 3: F doesn’t have to answer, but I am still allowed to ask.😇
Friend 1: You are out of your damn mind.😠
Without warning, F began to type again, spending many moments pausing to reread what he had typed and delete it before starting again. In the wake of his typing, the group fell silent, patiently waiting to see what, if anything, F was going to say about my size in relation to his. I began to panic again in case he was bigger, but in hindsight, I’m sure he would have been much more eager to speak up had that been the case. Finally, the message hit every screen all at once.
F: His was bigger, at least three inches longer and thicker. His balls were also way bigger too…
Friend 3: LMFAO! Small Dick Alert!🤏🦐
Friend 4: Could you please tell me why you answered that?
Friend 2: What am I even doing here, man?😕
M: Basking in my greatness, of course!😁
The group began discussing the evening’s findings bluntly, leaving F silent as his comparative inadequacy was fully explored. Disbelief about my general profile being larger than F’s was still coming up. Still, at this point, F’s silence was becoming increasingly telling by the minute—silent confirmation of the truth. Eventually, Friend 1, our closest mutual friend, decided that all of this was ridiculous and kind of ended the situation with a short rant.
Friend 1: I hate all of you. I have work tomorrow, and you pulled this shit tonight? Now I have to put down my phone and go to sleep having been in here arguing about M’s dick and balls and how he’s bigger than F’s, which btw WHY DID YOU ANSWER THAT F?!?!
F: Hey, I didn’t send anything; all I’ve done is answer honestly.
Friend 4: Have some sense of self-preservation, man, you just killed yourself with only a couple of answers!
M: I can’t say I’m not happy with how this all turned out.
Friend 5: Now there’s a surprise, asshole.
F: Let’s just move on and call it a night. I’ll talk to ya’ll later. Goodnight.
Friend 2: M, you are fucked up.
M: It was an accident, and I definitely didn’t know he’d out himself at the slightest pressure.
Friend 3: Well, I’ve had enough of all this. Be more careful, M. If you pull this shit again, I think we should remove you from the group.
M: Geez, ok guys, I get it. I’ll see ya.
The conversation ended there, and from this point on, F always cringed at dick jokes, continually glanced over when I mentioned a sexual encounter. Yet, he also started to become very relaxed, moreso than he had ever been before. Fast forward another year I finally pull F aside at a party in the early hours of the morning and apologize for everything, going all the way back to our childhood.
He laughed and thanked me, saying that while it had bothered him in the past, he had moved on and had let any animosity go. He also stated that he wasn’t upset about the nude mix-up, but that it was not fun at that time. I, having discovered my own bisexual tendencies by then, asked F if he was willing to show me his package; he said that he was soft, but that he was willing to. What followed was a short walk to an empty room with a locked door, F pulling down his pants, a small bump in his briefs poking out slightly.
The bulge resembled a pimple, raised but not yet breaking the surface. I have seen many packages, soft and hard, and this soft cock was about an inch and a half long. Behind it was a big ballsack, but it cradled a small set of balls, like grapes or cherries dangling in an oversized plastic bag. I asked if he could make it hard, but he did not want to, and I was not going to push him, so I hid my shocked reaction to his flaccid nub and baby balls, thanked him for showing me, and went off to find an open bed or couch to pass out on.
Suppose you made it to the end. Thanks for reading. This was my only experience remotely like it, and it was so exhilarating to have my size be the subject of discussion among a friend group. To this day, I often wonder if F feels the same way, just for the opposite reason. Feel free to DM me if you have any questions about this funny little situation I found myself in. I can always use an excuse to relive it!
The End.
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