My name’s Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.
A week had gone by since the evening when Dom had seen my penis and, while we had casually chatted in the hallways a couple of times and the subject had not been broached again, I had not been able to get him calling me “Tiny Weenie” out of my head.
It was now Friday again and I was hanging out in Brad’s game room, playing Mario Kart. He and Caroline had had sex (multiple times by this point) and I was (and had been) getting every dirty detail when I received a text from Dom asking if I wanted to hang with him and Holden the next day.
“Yeah, sounds good, man,” I replied.
The next text caused my dick to inexplicably twitch a bit. “Cool cool, see you at Holden’s then, Tiny Weenie” with a subsequent eggplant emoji.
I briefly wondered if he had told Holden that he had seen my dick and could confirm it was small. In the fall breeze, my weenie had likely been shrunken below it’s already-small resting state. I quickly tried to return my thinking to the game and (more unfortunately) to Brad’s sexcapades to avoid any further gorging in my jeans. The last thing I needed was to explain my situation to my now self-appointed sexpert best friend, especially after hearing he was packing a python of his own.
The next day, I headed over to Holden’s in the AM. Dom answered the door for me, informing me that Holden was in the shower. We talked about our classwork, how we both had Mr. Kwan for calculus and how he was a real asshole about showing your work.
Soon, Holden entered the living room just wearing a bath towel loosely wrapped around his waist, which garnered a joking catcall from Dom. I greeted Holden with a nod, but this barely registered before Holden unwrapped his towel, opening it in front of both Dom and I, and standing with his manhood fully on display for the two of us to see.
“Do my pubes look okay? I just trimmed them, but I kinda regret it,” he said, as casual as if I were to ask my mom what’s for dinner. “I miss the bush.”
Dom replied saying that his dick looked bigger without it and so on, but I was distracted by the sudden exposure. Holden’s flaccid penis was, in fact, the exact size of an iPhone 5. I guess these guys are just really comfortable around each other, and I guess around me, too, I thought.
Just as Holden began to recover himself, what I feared would happen…happened: “If anyone ever makes a joke about your dick, Jacob can just show them his inch and nobody will notice yours anymore,” Dom said, smiling wryly at me.
HIS INCH??? I know it had been chilly and I had certainly not measured up to Dom, but my dick was not 1 inch. Before I could even think too much about this, Holden let out through his laughter, “His inch? Dude, I gotta see it!”
“It’s not one inch!” I exclaimed, playfully tandoğan escort punching Dom on his arm. “And I’m not just going to whip out my dick.”
“Why not? Here,” Dom said, pulling his dong out of his shorts like it was nothing. There it was again. His huge dick, proudly exhibited.
“Nope, sorry,” I said, trying to act too cool for all of this.
“Probably because it’s one inch,” Holden replied, still laughing a bit.
“No, no, maybe it’s not one inch. I mean I didn’t measure it,” Dom said, possibly sensing that I was mortified as he proudly struggled to get his anaconda back into his shorts, “But it ain’t big.” Never mind. He kind of enjoyed me being embarrassed. And to be honest, deep down, so did I.
The subject changed and, after Holden found a moment to retreat to his room and put on some clothes, we spent the next few hours watching a college football game together. Not really my thing, but I knew enough to feign interest.
At some point, I got up and headed to the bathroom to take a whiz. In keeping with a bad habit of mine, I forgot to lock the door. I pulled my wiener out and began to pee. I looked down at it, telling myself it didn’t look too small, but imagining that it would look pretty small even up against Holden’s iPhone dick. Hell, my dick fully hard would only slightly outdo his soft dick…maybe! And even then, it would still be about an inch shy of Dom completely soft. These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Holden saying, “Alright, let’s see this inch.”
Fuck me. I immediately froze, the sound of my pee hitting the toilet water coming to an abrupt halt as the two of them peered their heads over my shoulders. “Aww, it’s so cute,” Holden continued.
I was humiliated (again), but conscious enough in the moment to know that I needed to continue to urinate to wrap this experience up. I returned to peeing while the two of them tossed jokes back and forth, all while I rolled my eyes, acting like I was in on the joke. After what felt like hours of me sitting there with my dick modeling for them, I shook out the last few drops and shoved my junk back into my underwear.
When we returned to the living room, the subject yet again shifted to something else. Truth be told, I was enjoying hanging out with these guys. And truth be told again, their jokes didn’t feel mean-spirited. They seemed to hold a certain bro-code: while they could make jokes about my penis size, they wouldn’t go around telling people about it. They didn’t think less of me for it. It was just funny to them and it was, frankly, pretty funny to me. And, to this day, I think had I ever been genuinely upset, they would have stopped. They were good guys. Not to mention, now that they had seen it, I felt tunalı escort a sudden freedom in knowing I didn’t have to worry about being naked in front of these friends anymore…and that was a bit of a turn-on.
The sun was about to set when Mr. Powell came in with Holden’s sister, Hannah, and told Dom and I we should probably head out because they were going to see Holden’s grandparents. Dom and I said goodbye and headed out the front door.
“What’re you doing tonight?” Dom asked.
“Nothing, don’t have any plans.”
“Sick, you wanna come over to my place?”
“For sure.”
And we were off. The walk to Dom’s house was in the opposite direction of mine and was a bit further from Holden’s than mine, but not too bad (in this town, pretty much everything was walkable).
When we got there, Dom informed me that his parents were out of town for the weekend and that it was chill if I wanted to crash on the couch. He didn’t have any siblings, so we had the place to ourselves.
“Cool, yeah, that sounds good,” I replied.
Once in his room, he sat at his desk and I sat on his bed. We talked for a bit and the subject veered quickly towards girls at school. Dom informed me that he had lost his virginity to Mckenzie in the backseat of his car in the school parking lot just earlier that summer. He asked me if I had lost mine yet, and I replied earnestly and flatly: “Nope.”
As we continued tossing girls’ names back and forth, Dom abruptly said, “Fuck, man, that reminds me of this video. The girl in this video looks just like Brynlee!” Brynlee was a hot girl at our school who was blessed with hotness and cursed with the unfortunate name of Brynlee.
As we watched the video, I looked down to see Dom was now sporting an obvious boner tent. And when I say obvious, I mean OBVIOUS. I almost felt bad for the guy. If I got an accidental boner in class, it didn’t take much for me to tuck that shit into my waistband. There was no concealing what he was packing.
After noticing this, I glanced down to my own crotch to find that I was also sporting a tent of my own. I tried to subtly tuck my boner while we continued to watch the video until Dom said, “Fuck it, man. I gotta jerk off. I’ll be back in a minute.” With that he grabbed his phone and headed into his bathroom, not bothering to even try and hide his protruding erection on the way. As the door closed behind him, I sat there, still watching the video on Dom’s laptop, still rocking a pants tent when an idea occurred to me: he and Holden walked in on me in the bathroom — why not walk in on him? I had noticed that he hadn’t bothered locking the door either, so I went for it…
“Let’s see that inch!” I said playfully as I opened the door. The joke fell flat as I was met türbanlı escort with the sight of him stroking his 8″ cock to a porn video loudly playing on his phone, him sitting on the toilet with his shorts and underwear around his ankles.
“Oh, fuck you, bro!” he said with a laugh. His stroking slowed as he turned the video towards me to show me what he was watching. “Check it out.” It was another threesome video featuring a petite girl and two guys with huge dicks, not dissimilar from the one he had shown me by the track a week prior. The video, frankly, did nothing for me, but my arousal was only growing from how comfortable Dom was being this exposed around me: his erect penis was visibly twitching in front of me while we watched the video. “Dude,” he said looking at the 45 degree angle my dick was creating in my cargo shorts (I hadn’t thought about it, but with him sitting and me standing, me crotch was directly in his face). “You can jerk off too, if you want. Just sit on the floor.”
What the fuck? We had been classroom friends a week ago and now this guy was going to see me cum? I hesitated, but knew that if I didn’t just go for it now, I’d likely have a boner for the rest of the night. Plus, he’d already seen me soft. It only got bigger. “Alright, man!” I said, pulling my shorts down to my ankles and sitting my bare ass on the bathmat, my back leaning against the tub.
At this point, I was grateful to be so horny because my dick was at it’s full 5″. That didn’t stop Dom from looking at it and saying, “Damn, bro, is that as big as it gets?”
“Yeah,” I said with a chuckle, continuing to stroke as he stared at me.
“Damn, that sucks, bro.” We both laughed.
After what felt like like no time at all, Dom said, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He spastically put his phone face down on the bathroom counter and awkwardly stood up just enough to angle his huge dick down towards the toilet before shooting two solid ropes into it. The rest dribbled out as his knees shook a little. He then wiped the tip of his dick with a piece of toilet paper before siting back down, looking towards me and saying your turn. I came immediately. I shot all over my thigh, looking frantically from Dom’s gaze back down to my dick and then back to Dom. As my body stopped shaking, he handed me a piece of toilet paper to wipe up.
“I need to pee again,” I said as we both stood up, the two of us still sporting full erections with our shorts around our ankles.
“Same,” he said with the slightest giggle. “Come here.” I waddled over just as he began to piss into the toilet, awkwardly maneuvering his cock and body so as not to spray pee everywhere. I began to do the same, my 5″ boner lined up perfectly next to his likely 8″ boner. We laughed as we struggled to pee with our erections, a struggle most men could understand. After this, we pulled our shorts up and left the bathroom.
There wasn’t any more horny chat for the rest of the evening. We watched a couple of shitty movies together before we both passed out from exhaustion. I crashed on the couch, overwhelmed by how much had happened during the day and how much I had loved all of it.