This story takes place at the end of high school, a few months after we were all 18 years old (names have been changed for privacy). I was a tad smaller than my current dick size of 5.25″x4.5″ (hard), a bit below average but certainly not tiny.

I was close friends with Amy, a petite Asian girl who was around five feet tall and weighed 100 pounds. We were friends for some time, but she had been dating another guy, John, so I couldn’t really get a chance until they broke it off. After graduation, he quickly did that and went off to travel around before college.

With my chance finally in sight, I decided to go for it. She wasn’t really opposed to it, and we hung out a few times together, though they didn’t really feel like dates. On the fourth, ‘not a date,’ we were alone at her place watching a movie. Her parents weren’t home, and we were cuddled up on the couch.

She needed to get up, and I’m not sure if it was intentional, but she used my leg to stabilize herself as she was getting up. Her hand placement was very close to my dick, and one of her fingers definitely touched the head. She froze for a moment, realizing what she felt.

“Umm, you seem to be enjoying the movie, huh?” she asked with a giggle.

I nodded, awkwardly creating some silence.

“My parents won’t be back for a while, we can take a quick break and do some other fun things,” she said suggestively.

“Just so you know, I haven’t actually done this before, so I’ll need you to teach me,” I said, defeating myself.

If she weren’t at least a bit into me, she probably would have gone back on her offer at this point.

“I’m pretty good with my hands, though I’ve only had one guy to practice on. I could use the extra practice,” Amy said.

She slowly started unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.

“Mmmm, that looks pretty good.”

I was fairly close to fully hard, but she didn’t know it at the time, maybe around four and a quarter inches”. She slid my jeans and boxers down, and my dick flopped to the side. She took hold of it with one hand and started rubbing it up and down.

“Your head is so pink, I thought it would be darker, but it’s similar in color to John’s…”

“Oh? What other observations are you noting?” I asked.

We had taken several science classes together and were somewhat acting as if we were conducting an experiment.

“Let’s get you all the way up first, there’s still a lot of loose skin around the head…”

She continued stroking it with her right hand as the other teased my balls.

“With so much extra skin, you’re probably way bigger than John!” she said excitedly.

A surge of confidence made me throb, but at the same time, I realized that she thought I was going to get bigger when I was actually at my peak hardness already. Too embarrassed to correct her, I let her continue.

“Is this it?” she eventually asked, puzzled after a minute, noticing that it hadn’t changed and was rock hard.

“Ah, yeah, it doesn’t get any bigger than that,” I confessed.

“That’s weird, but there is so much extra skin around it.”

“I’m not circumcised,” I said.

“Oh, yeah, I think I remember John mentioning that he was,” Amy said, intrigued by her finding. “That’s so weird, but there is so much extra skin around yours. Doesn’t that mean that you’ll grow into it eventually? It means you have more potential, right?”

“What do you mean by potential? It hasn’t changed in size in a few years now,” I said.

“Oh. Then I guess you’re not catching up…” her voice trailed off.

“Ah. So John’s bigger, isn’t he?”

“Well… Ah, yeah… He is…” she said and blushed.

“How much bigger?” I asked.

She was still stroking my dick, and this talk was kind of turning me on, to be honest.

She grimaced. Amy was doing her best to try to protect my feelings. But I could tell by her expression that it was bad news as far as I was concerned.

“Just tell me,” I said.

Amy shrugged. “OK… John’s nearly twice your size when he’s hard. I think he’s eight inches.”

“Oh,” I said, crestfallen.

“But I still think you might grow into all this skin and be bigger someday. The skin around his is tighter and doesn’t slide so much,” she mumbled, trying to console me.

“That’s not how it works,” I said.

“Your smaller dick feels a bit easier to handle, though. My fingertips touch yours. John’s was too thick for that, and I felt like I had too much in my hands.”

An odd sense of pleasure and envy swelled up inside. I felt I was adequate before, but now I felt small, yet it aroused me that she was trying to comfort me for having a small dick.

It was a bit awkward from there, but we continued. “I’m going to cum soon,” I told her.

“Oh, OK, one second,” and she brushed her hair to the side, and she wrapped her mouth around the head, sucking hard as I came in her mouth.

As soon as I finished, she got up, went to the bathroom, and spat it out. “I don’t like the taste of it, but I like the feeling of it shooting into my mouth,” Amy told me after she came back from the bathroom.

I was already shrinking back to my flaccid but I hadn’t put it away. She took a glance at it and commented, “Wow, it gets that small when it’s soft? It’s so cute! Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way, but John’s soft cock never got that small afterward. John’s soft cock is about the same size as your little dick. Now your dick really looks like an oversized hoodie! That’s got to mean you’re still not fully grown, right? Shouldn’t it hang bigger soft when you’re an adult?”

She didn’t mean to tease me, but her comments made me feel embarrassed, especially since she basically implied my dick was still boy-sized in comparison to John’s man-sized cock.

But she was right about one thing. My dick did grow a bit more, and now (as I said at the start) I have a five-inch boner. It’s still not large, but it’s large enough to make some girls happy. The size queen-types don’t like it, but your regular girls are OK with it.

However, to this day, John’s is still much bigger tha me. He’s still a grower, too, but I don’t mind. I’m sure the size queens love him. But that’s how life rolls when you’re a member of the small dick club.

 

The End.

 

 

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