***We posted this story previously and noted that it would have some typos and mistakes because we couldn't seem to find an editor. Well since then more than one person has contacted us with their willingness to help on this and other stories. We are re-posting the story with the edits and would like to thank Don for his exceptional help and time to find all the problems.***
The laughter echoed in my ears. It always ends this way. Every time I'm finally alone with a girl, thinking this will be the one, this is the moment I'll lose my virginity. As soon as they see my small penis they start laughing and it's over. They don't want anything to do with me.
Now I'm sure you're wondering. "How small could it possibly be?" Let's just say if six inches is supposed to be the average size of a male penis then I'm barely half of average. Barely and I can't even say it's at least a short fat cock. No, the girth matches the length in proportion. My fucking middle finger is bigger even when my cock is erect. When it's soft it is even more pathetic, most the time it's hiding among my normal sized testicles and all but invisible.
Now I don't know who to blame. They say the size of the penis is given to you from your father but I've seen my dad's dick and I didn't inherit mine from him. So that leaves my mother, and it's hard to blame something on a dead person. My mother died years ago when I was ten. Now ten years later and I'm still a virgin because of my tiny cock. I can't tell you how humiliating it is, how frustrated I am to be a twenty year old virgin. I guess it's better than being forty but twenty is ridiculous. Hell, I'm not even Mormon so I can't use that as an excuse.
Getting to know the women isn't an issue. I'm a decent looking guy. I work out, I'm over six feet tall and attracting women isn't the problem, it's the reaction I get when then see my tiny penis in comparison to my muscled tall body. They just can't handle it and laugh, sometimes hysterically.
This happened again just recently. I was dating a cute brunette named Jenny and we were hitting it off really well. After several dates she was beginning to wonder why I never invited her up to my place or went in to hers when she asked. I usually put off taking the relationship to the next level for a while, hoping the woman will be more attached to my personality and be able to see past the size of my dick. That hasn't happened yet.
Jenny was no exception. She finally dragged me up to her apartment and we started making out on the couch. My cock got instantly hard, it has no problem doing that since the blood fills up something so small very fast. Jenny pulled me over onto her and we continued kissing with my body between her legs, both of us fully dressed. She starts grinding on me as we kiss and moves my hands up her shirt to her firm breasts. I'm all sorts of turned on. My small cock was just throbbing in my pants and oozing all over my jockey shorts. After a while of this she stops kissing me and looks me in the eyes.
"Are you not turned on? Are you gay?" she asks.
"Gay? Hell no. Why would you think that?"
"We've been kissing and making out for an hour and I can't feel your penis at all between my legs. It's like you're not even into me?"
It was the moment of truth. I had no choice but to tell her or show her really. I pushed myself off of her and said, "I'm very into you. I'm as hard as I can get."
"What? Then why can't I..." she started to say as I was pulling my pants off.
The sight of my tiny cock arching upward made her stop midsentence.
"Oh," she said and started laughing. "I'm sorry," she said mid laughter. "I don't think this is going to work."
I pulled up my pants and left, like I normally do. She was still laughing when the door closed.
Depressed once again I got in my car and instead of going home to my apartment I drove to my dad's house. It was about ten at night when I pulled into his driveway. I got out and knocked, letting myself in. My stepmother, Julie came around the corner to the foyer as I closed the door.
"Oh, hi, Steven... what brings you by tonight?" she asked.
My father married Julie when I was fifteen, five years after my mother passed away. She basically became my mother but not really. At that age, I didn't really accept her as a stubborn, know-it-all teenager. She's seven years younger than my father, blonde and a yoga instructor so she's tall and skinny and, I'm sure, flexible. I never found her hot when I lived with them, I just considered her my stepmom but the older I got I could see what my father found attractive.
"Just driving by, nothing else to do," I said.
"Nothing else to do on a Friday night? I don't believe that. You seem upset," she said.
"Is my dad home?" I asked.
"No, he's playing cards with the guys at Dick's house."
"Oh, right... I forgot."
"Now tell me what's wrong... I know something's bugging you."
The frustrations had come to a head and I just finally let it out and spilled my guts to this poor woman.
"I'll tell you what's wrong, Julie. I'm twenty and still a virgin," I said, fighting back tears of all things.
"Oh... but... how can that be... you're a good looking young man. I've seen you with many beautiful girls."
"Exactly, many... haven't you wondered why they never stick around?" I asked.
"Not really... I just figured you moved on to another."
"Oh what, like after I did her? I'd go find another one to screw."
"Umm, well something like that. You seem very angry, Steven... what's happened."
"The same thing that always happens. They laugh at me!" I said, wiping tears out of my eyes.
"They laugh? Because of why? Your inexperience?"
"No... because of my tiny penis."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"But... how can that be... your father...," she trailed off.
"Yeah, well, I didn't inherit my dad's big cock," I blurted.
She hesitated and folded her arms under her enhanced breasts. She had the boob job before my father married her. As skinny as she was, her natural breasts were probably an A cup at best but she was sporting a healthy C with the bags of silicon.
"I don't know what to say, Steven... how small is it?" she asked.
"Small, like... well, you just have to see it," I said.
"Umm, alright..." she hesitated.
I undid my belt and pulled down my pants and jockeys at the same time. She gasped when she saw my shriveled up cock hiding in my ball sack.
"But doesn't it get larger when it's erect?" she asked.
"A little, but not much."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Steven. I'm afraid you have me at a loss."
"Yeah, that's how I feel too," I said pulling up my pants.
"I don't know what I can do to help," she said, wringing her hands together and shifting her weight to the other long leg.
"There is nothing you can do. I'm cursed forever. This was my last chance, tonight with Jenny. It's over. I'll die a virgin I know it."
"No you won't. Don't talk like that," she said, moving forward to embrace me.
I moved my hands around her body and she was able to get closer to me. I felt her breasts press against my chest and my stupid little cock started growing even hugging my stepmom. I broke the embrace, wiped my face again and left.
**
I felt terrible as I watched Steven leave. My poor stepson had just revealed two surprising things to me. He's a virgin for one and then the size of his manhood. I had to admit I was shocked, totally blown away when he actually showed me. I almost couldn't see it hidden among his scrotum. Even with his hair trimmed almost to nothing it was difficult to find. I'm sure he trims his hair to make it visible at all. I felt terrible for him. The strangest thing is his father is the exact opposite. Roger has a healthy above average penis almost nine inches long and wider than my largest finger and thumb when I hold it. Steven's was... well I have no idea because I saw it soft, but I doubt it grows to four inches or even three.
I couldn't imagine how he felt. He said they laugh at him. The girls actually have laughed at him when they see it. How horrifying for him. He's convinced he'll die a virgin and I had nothing to encourage him with. I felt like a horrible stepmother.
It weighed on me. I paced back and forth in the foyer after he left, thinking of what I could have said or what I could do now to help. I thought about paying for a prostitute. Maybe pay her to have sex with him but not reveal she's a paid whore. The problem was I didn't know how to make that happen. And if he found out, which was a good possibility, he would be very angry.
I felt worse and worse as the night progressed. Roger wasn't home, and probably wouldn't be until three in the morning. I usually just went to bed when he was out playing cards with his friends but that night I couldn't sleep. I kept racking my brain on how to help Steven. He wanted to not be a virgin; I think that was even more important than having a small penis. I'm sure he's come to accept that, and there really isn't much he could do about it. There is no miracle pill or exercises to increase penis size. Not really. So I focused on his virginity and what I could do to make sure he didn't 'die a virgin'.
It finally dawned on me what I could do. I was not his real mother. I could have sex with him. Maybe that would give him the confidence he needed to go on trying with other women until he found the one that would love him for who he was, not the size of his dick. It was a perfect plan to me. No one but Steven had to know. It would be a one-time thing, between he and I and I just knew it would help him.
I made my decision and when Roger came home I didn't mention anything to him. Not even that Steven had come over that night. Roger was surprised to find me up and the light on in our room. I watched him undress and he climbed into bed with me, turning the light out. When he snuggled up to my back I couldn't help but feel the large bulge hit my butt. I couldn't believe Steven was his son. The difference was staggering.
Curiosity got the better of me and I asked Roger a question I hadn't ever asked, "Was your first wife a virgin when you married her?"
I knew he had married her young, I think they were high school sweethearts.
"That's a random question," he said.
"I know, but humor me."
