Cutting the boring, cliché crap:

• Name: Jhonatan
• Age: 21
• Looks: 5’5”, 137 lbs, blonde with brown eyes. Scrawny as hell, kinda girly, with a perky little ass and a sad 4-inch dick.

I knew I was a weird kid early on, but puberty fucked me over big time. Turns out I had low testosterone, which screwed my development. I didn’t get the memo on all the shit other guys went through. I still remember being pissed over something you’d probably laugh at—like not having pit hair.

All the dudes in my class had these sweaty jungles under their arms, and in the balls-hot summer of my town, they’d strut around in tank tops, flashing tufts of pit hair like it was a damn trophy. Me? I was roasting my ass off in half-sleeve shirts and pants, hiding my smooth-as-a-baby’s-ass body.

The real kicker? My dick. It barely started growing in my sophomore year. Finally, my balls sprouted some pathetic blonde fuzz, and my dick stretched to a whopping 2.7 inches when hard. Fucking tragic. We were typical teens, always yapping about pussy, banging, and all kinds of nasty shit.

Pretty sure we were all virgins, me included, but the guys would brag about their “hookups” and the chicks they “banged,” getting us all hard as rocks. One day, during one of these horny-ass chats, some dude said the convo was so hot he was gonna go home and “rub one out.” Everyone cracked up, but I was sitting there like a clueless idiot. Walking home with my neighbor Victor, I had a talk that showed me how fucking green I was.

Me: Yo, what’s that shit Luis was going on about that made everyone laugh?

Victor: Huh? What’re you talking about, dude?

Me: He said he was gonna go home and do some shit, and everyone lost it.

Victor: Oh, that he was gonna jack off? he said, like it was no big deal

Me: Yeah, that.

Victor: It’s just beating your meat, bro.

Me: What the fuck’s that? My dumbass question made him smirk.

Victor: No shit? You’ve never jacked off?

Me: Nah, dude… I heard the guys mention it, but I thought it was some kinda joke or whatever.

Victor: laughs his ass off. You’re a straight-up virgin, huh? Jerking off’s when you handle your own business, man. Spit on it or use some soap if you want, go slow so you don’t fuck yourself up. Picture this: you’re rock-hard, grab your dick with your hand, slide it up and down like you’re pounding a chick. Blow your load, and you’re good. How the hell haven’t you tried this?

That shit blew my mind. Got home and jacked off for the first time—fuck, it was a game-changer. In a few days, I was a goddamn addict, cranking out at least four loads a day. But my technique was weird as hell. Years later, I found out most dudes grip their cock with their whole hand and pump like crazy. Me? I was all dainty, using just my fingertips like a fucking pincer. Thumb and index finger sliding up and down my little prick, while my middle and ring fingers teased the base.

It made sense—my dick was so small that closing my whole hand around it just swallowed it up, and it’d slip out if I went too hard. Yeah, I was that guy. Before, I was into girls for sappy shit. Wanted a girlfriend to play video games with, shoot the shit, cuddle up watching TV, and do cute couple stuff like in cheesy rom-coms. But jacking off flipped a switch. Now I was horny as fuck, practically drooling over pussy. If rubbing one out felt this good, banging a chick had to be like ascending to fucking nirvana.

So, I started hitting on girls in my class, desperate for some action. I’d known Ana forever. She was a year older but flunked a grade, so we were in the same class. She was my first pick for a girlfriend. Look, I’m not exactly a stud—scrawny, short as fuck, and not winning any beauty contests.

But I got compliments on my looks, so I wasn’t total trash. Still, chicks seemed only to want ripped dudes or guys with naturally jacked bodies. And guys? They were all about girls with fat asses and big tits. Ana was a curvy emo chick, just a bit chunky. The dudes in class called her ugly, but I heard rumors that some guys from her old class had fingered her, and one even got a blowjob.

That made her prime girlfriend material in my horny-ass brain. I started sitting next to her, being all sweet and shit, but she barely noticed me at first. Things got better when I found out she’d hang out at a park a couple of blocks from school before class, smoking. That’s when I picked up my second vice.

I bought a pack of menthols that night and lit one up in my backyard. It wasn’t as rough as movies make it seem—probably ‘cause menthols are smoother. Didn’t cough or puke like some drama queen; it was kinda nice. Though when I stood up, my head spun like a bitch for a minute.

The next morning, I got to the park two hours early, not knowing when she’d show. Didn’t want to look like a creep rolling up mid-smoke. I chain-smoked three cigarettes before I saw her coming up the street. She plopped down on a bench like 30 feet away. I waited, nearly done with my fourth smoke, then strolled over, acting shocked to see her.

Me: Holy shit, you’re Ana, right? We’re in the same class, yeah?

Ana: Yup, that’s me. You’re Jhonatan, right? What the hell are you doing here so early?

Me: Just chilling, smoking to take the edge off before class. Didn’t expect to see you here. Can I sit?

Ana: Go for it, whatever.

That little lie got my foot in the door. We started hanging out, and a few months later, she said yes when I asked her out. Ana was a dope girlfriend—sweet, caring, the whole package—but I was too chickenshit to make a move for sex. Our makeout sessions were hot as fuck; she’d let me grab her tits, even suck on ‘em, but she never touched my dick, and I didn’t wanna push it and fuck things up. So, we kept it at heavy petting, no further. Ana didn’t seem like the “slut” the guys made her out to be. I was sure those rumors were just bullshit.

On graduation night, we were drunk and hyped as hell. We snuck off to the parking lot, hiding between two cars. She dropped to her knees and started undoing my pants. When she whipped out my dick, she grinned from ear to ear. I thought she was stoked, but then she let out this quiet, snarky laugh that fucked me up for years. I asked what was so funny, but she didn’t say shit and shut me up by wrapping her lips around my cock.

Holy fuck, the warm, wet feeling of her mouth was a million times better than any sad jerk-off session. But then she stood up, hiked up her black satin dress, and pushed me against the car, guiding my dick inside her. She wasn’t wet at all—I was too dumb to realize she wasn’t even into it.

My dick slid in, but it felt all wrong, like I was just flopping around in a loose-ass pussy. I didn’t have the length or girth to fill her up. It wasn’t like my hand, where I could squeeze tight. I got it in my head about it, my dick went soft, and I fucking limped out. She cracked up, thinking I’d already blown my load, and teased, “What, first time?”

I was humiliated, mumbled, Yeah,” and apologized.

She just kissed me, and we went back to the party like nothing happened.

 

The End.

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