My name is Will. I've spent the majority of my life living in the North East, where the "normal" guys are bros, and the normal girls have a less-than inviting attitude. growing up chubby led me to striking out quite a lot, until i got into the gym around high school was when I really started catching eyes.
I was full fledged. 6-7 days a week, sometimes twice in a day, played football, basketball, and partied with my friends. The only thing that separated me from the full-fledged jocks, I had a small dick.
Not to say I was alone, I know I wasn't. But where others were able to hide their little secret, I realized my fetish for humiliation. Teasing, really. I didn't want to be ball-busted or teased with feet, I was much simpler. That was, until I met Taylor.
I had my run of hookups from mt freshmen year to senior, some girls thought it was tiny, some girls thought average, and some had no idea because I was the biggest they had been with due to our ages. But after I graduated I met this 5 foot tall, maybe even 4'11, Brunette. and she had the perfect shape. 36C breasts, and a big perky butt. By this point, I had my own body. The only thing that kept me from my 6-pack being washboard abs was the alcohol I wanted to consume every weekend, which I made up for with tree trunks for legs, and big veiny arms. What could I say, the gym was my happy place.
When I started getting closer to Taylor, I knew my fetish would get brought up sooner rather than later, but she was hot, and I had to win her over first. The first time we hungout, we both got way too drunk and had sex. I've never had an issue with that, ny issues stem from needing to be made fun of and that drives the person away. My dick is 4.5 inches long, but not very girthy. But forcing your significant other to partake in that humiliation can drive them away, and I learned the hard way.
After we hooked up a few times and I took her out on a couple dates, I felt secured enough in our relationship to make things official. I'm a sucker for clichés, so I wasnt going to ask her to be my girlfriend until I could wow her with my proposal.
I'll keep this part short. I had the flowers, the chocolates, the candle-lit dinner before hand, by this point she was all mine. I topped it off with a rose pedaled path to the bedroom where she was met with another bouquet inside of a rose pedaled heart. Popped the question, it was over. Now it was her turn.
She moved quickly, and already told me she loved me, and I believed her and the feeling was mutual. I barely had time to untie my shoes when she was ripping my clothes off. You know how sometimes you can feel that your hard-on isnt at its full potential? (length). That was tonight. I dont have an issue with cumming quickly (the opposite in fact), so I didnt bother relieving myself before hand. I wanted to put on a show. To this point my dick is anywhere between 4-5 inches long when erect, and I say that because I dont know where to start my measurement. So to this point I've believed I was average for those without high standards.
Well things got started, and it was hot. Taylor took control and got right on top, but for the first time between us, I slipped out of her while she rode me. Seizing this opportunity, I decided to slide a joke in there.
"Relax baby, I'm not THAT big."
a sly giggle from her creeped out. I can work with this, I thought.
We resumed and I was ready to go rounds. She came multiple times which was the most rewarding thing to me, by this point I dont expect any humiliation but I craved it. I wanted to cum next. This is where I dug my own grave.
I guided her down to my penis. Her tiny hands looked normal on my dick, who by this point was getting beat up from the sex. If he wasnt down to a measly 4 inches before, he certainly was now. She began stroking it.
