Small in size but mighty in effect.
"Holy cow!" Kelly gazed with awe, her eyes bulged, and then her mouth curled into a naughty grin. "That's so petite!" She erupted in laughter. "Let me see you rub it."
Adopting a cooing tone, she playfully mocked, "Rub your little thing like this!" Using only her index finger and thumb, she imitated rubbing a small object.
"I can't believe how turned on you are! What a pathetic little girl. I've never seen one so fucking small."
I swiftly shut his laptop lid.
"Holy crap!" I whispered under my breath.
• Mike •
(5 years later)
Swish. The buzzer sounded faintly over the crowd's racket. The student section charged the court as I scored the winning shot. For a moment, I felt like a hero on campus. However, deep down, I felt disappointed that Ella wasn't there. After the emotional interview and showering off, I re-emerged in the gym.
"Nice play out there, buddy!" Kelly beamed proudly as she hugged me. "I'm really proud of you!" She exclaimed.
Ever since my parents passed away when I was 13, Kelly was there for me. She became the maternal figure in my life and wasn't related to me, but she was my mom's best friend.
They adored the phrase, "Friends are the family you choose," and my mom asked her to be my godmother. At that moment, she seemed to think of herself as my mother.
Upon leaving the court, she said, "I'll miss all this next year." She added playfully, "I'm gonna visit you at college whether you like it or not!" That conversation made me grin.
I heard the beep of the car lock as we fastened our seatbelts, and I started the car.
"Hey, where's Ella? I didn't see her tonight. She's welcome to come over if you like."
Kelly seemed surprised as we drove. "Um..." I began sheepishly. "We broke up."
She gasped, "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry."
Although Kelly didn't question further, I appreciated her not pushing me and also looked forward to timing her as I ventialed about it. From the beginning, I felt at ease confiding in Kelly.
--
The aroma of bacon filled the house when I exited my bedroom the next morning.
Every time after a game day, Kelly prepared bacon and crêpes for breakfast.
"So you wanna talk about it or not?" She said, placing my plate in front of me.
"Yeah, I guess." I replied, doing my best to ignore the food in front of me.
"I ended it on Thursday after school."
"You sounded emotional," Kelly said, clearly sensing I wasn't feeling myself.
"I thought you must've been stressed about the big game." I said hesitantly.
She sat staring at me. "So why did you break up with her?"
I took a big bite of food to gather my thoughts. "She wanted to take our relationship a step further," I finally responded.
Kelly's expression changed with an inquisitive look on her face. "Like what?" she asked. Not waiting for a response, she guessed, "Sex?"
I blushed as I realized I was exposing myself to her. "No, we never did." I admitted. Kelly's eyebrows rose. "Really?" She inquired again.
I nodded, confirming her instincts. Kelly looked astonished. "Wow." she said, unsettled. "Why not?"
"She wanted to, and so did I, but… I guess I wasn't comfortable with it." I mumbled.
Kelly leaned in with curiosity, and asked, "Mike, are you a virgin?"
My cheeks reddened, confirming her wordless question. Kelly appeared stunned. "Wow," she said as she sipped her coffee. "I mean, I knew you were interested in girls."
She smiled, "Dude, you'd spend weird lengths of time in the washroom after you entered puberty!" she said, jokingly. "Kelly!" I whined, hitting the table. She apologized and laughed, "I'm just trying to understand where you're coming from! That's fantastic, Mike! I'm proud of you! I'm just surprised that's all," she added.
Her honesty left me feeling simultaneously embarrassed and horny. My food lay untouched as I tried to find the right words. "I guess I'm a little nervous." I said.
She then said, "It's concerning that both of you desired the same thing but that you felt so hesitant. You seemed head over heels for Ella, and she was head over heels for you. Additionally, I'm quite certain any girl in this town would happily assist you in shedding your clothing!"
Her candidness left me in a daze.
Pushing my uneaten food around on my plate, I couldn't quite figure out what to say. Kelly waited, patiently. "I suppose I'm just insecure." I mumbled.
She quickly responded, "[Paraphrased Text Ends]"
What could possibly make you feel insecure? You haven't shown any signs of it, with all the attention girls seem to give you. But then, it looked like you had an epiphany. "Are you worried about your size?" Kelly asked casually.
My blood pumped through my veins, and my tiny penis responded accordingly.
"What?" I asked, reaching for a sip of water.
"Listen, it's totally normal to feel insecure about your penis size," she said, as if she were discussing the weather.
"Huh?" I mumbled under my breath.
"I can't imagine being a boy, constantly exposed to those humongous cocks in internet porn." She commented sincerely.
The veins in my pants bulged as I thought about it. "Do you think I have a small penis?" Kelly asked with both kindness and certainty.
I poured water all over my lap when I stood up, my hard body jerking up and pointing towards her through my sweatpants. Kelly got her answer about my size right then and there.
"Damn!" I cried out, grabbing my crotch with both hands and running away to my room. I locked the door and tried to hide under the covers before Kelly could open it. "Mike, please let me in!" she begged through the door.
"Mike, it doesn't have to be a taboo topic," she coaxed from the outside. As soon as I opened the door, she unlocked it by pressing the small hole on the knob with the pin from the doorjamb.
"Mike, please talk to me," she said, sitting in my chair and proudly admiring my little bundle of joy.
"I don't know what you want me to say," I said, lying face-down on my bed.
She patted my back. "I know you're smaller than average," she stated. "And it's not a problem. It didn't bother your mom, and it wasn't an issue when your dad cheated on her with you. She loved their precarious sex life."
I could feel my cheeks turn red as she talked. "So you've seen my internet history, then?" I asked, mortified.
"Usually people hide it so well." She chuckled. "But I'm just saying that there's nothing to be ashamed of. I know it's tough to talk about, but it doesn't have to be."
My erection pressed into the mattress, and I hardly knew how to react. "Sph?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I've seen your online habits." She said frankly.
"What's sph?"
"Sph is something I know your dad and I shared with your mom," she teased, clearly enjoying the topic.
"Oh," I breathed, eyes wide open. "I see."
"Your parents had an amazing and casual relationship, and they embraced their size difference. They made it fun, and I'll never forget it." She beamed.
". . . So Sph?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around it all.
Kelly smiled. "It's 'sex with a piss-flavored chaser.' Your mom used to make jokes about it during their sexy playtime," she teased.
"What do you mean?" I asked furrowing my brow.
"You'll have to figure it out yourself, if you want," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But here's a tip - sph isn't necessarily about size, it's about going with the flow. Not forcing things, but making the best out of everything you've got."
I blushed at the thought as my cock throbbed. "So my parents did... such things frequently?" I asked in disbelief.
"They sure did," she smiled. "Your dad was fine with his size, and I think it made their sex life even more fun and interesting."
"I still don't get it," I said, confused.
"Well, sph means 'smaller penis harder,'" she said. "It's pretty self-explanatory. Your size gets hard more often because of all he mental and emotional pleasure your dad got from knowing your mom was enjoying his small dick," she said, jokingly. "And with all that energy, it's just a matter of time before you explode!"
My cheeks turned red again as I heard her light-hearted explanation of their deeds. "So what's the lesson here?" I asked weakly.
"Be comfortable with what you have, and have fun with it!" she encouraged, and I nodded in agreement.
"That doesn't happen by magic though - you have to be confident in your size and your body," Kelly said matter-of-factly.
"Okay," I said, looking up at her. "Any other tips on how to be confident?"
"Take back control of your thoughts," she suggested. "Sometimes something embarrassing can seem like an impossible hurdle, but it doesn't have to be. Put yourself in my shoes - I've seen it all, and it sounds more natural than it does in you head. And as for getting your partner involved, it's not as hard as you think. Be open and honest about your worries," she said.
"Easier said than done," I sulked.
"Try not to overthink sex," she encouraged. "We'll work on that later. Just focus on accepting your penis size." She elbowed me playfully. "Once you get used to seeing it as just another part of your body, it will become easier to deal with. It's like the grass growing on a weed; you just cut the weeds down, and it grows stronger. Gradually, you'll realize it's not so bad to be small."
"I just wish there was an easy pill that would fix it all," I sighed.
"Sorry, I can't help you there," she giggled. "Regardless, I'm here to help you, so don't worry."
"I understand where you're coming from," she said. "But if you weren't experiencing some sort of physical response to this situation..." She placed a hand on my knee. "When you first moved in, you accidentally left your laptop open one time. When I went to close it, I found a video similar to the ones your mom used to make for your dad."
"Please stop talking about my parents' private moments," I joked, feeling uncomfortable.
"Fair enough," Kelly said. Suddenly, she snatched the pillow from my lap. "Michael!" she cried out, smiling ear to ear. Her eyes were fixed on my small erection. She grabbed my wrist as I tried to cover myself.
"No, Mike. It's okay." She said softly. "Have you ever allowed a girl to witness this before?"
I shook my head shyly.
"Stand up and remove your pants," she commanded.
My heart raced. "Kelly, what are you suggesting? You're practically my mother!"
"Mike, you moved in with me when you were a teenager. Besides, I've noticed the way you look sometimes." Her words choked me up a bit because she was right. Kelly is stunning, standing at 5 feet, 5 inches tall with natural C cups and naturally wide hips, creating the classic hourglass figure. She works out to keep her stomach flat and her buttocks full, and I've always enjoyed watching her walk around the house.
Kelly's straight, black hair reaches just beyond her shoulders, and she has large brown eyes and caramel-colored skin that freckles in the summer. I've always admired the freckles on her ample cleavage, especially when she wears a low-cut top like the one she's wearing right now.
"No, Mike. Stand up, take off your shirt, and take off your pants. Right now." She said with equal love and authority. And at that point, I became obedient.
Without another word, I stood up and faced her. I didn't know what I expected, but this wasn't it. Kelly continued staring at my genitals with just nostalgia and joy in her expression. She stood up and gave me a hug like she does after my basketball games. Again, beaming with pride, she whispered in my ear, "I'm so proud of you, buddy."
As her body pressed against mine, my erection brushed against her thigh, which was exposed by her shorts. I almost ejaculated just then. Thankfully, I didn't.
Sitting back down and looking at my face, she said, "That took a lot of courage to show me your little dick. I promise I won't mention your parents again. I remember the first time I changed your diaper when you were a baby. I've changed many diapers before yours. When I saw your little penis, I laughed and looked at your mom. I said, 'Aww, I bet he'll be like his dad! His little pee-pee is so cute!' Your mom nodded and smiled and said, 'I know, right!'"
She continued laughing. "Your mom was about to say something else, but she stopped. 'What?' I demanded. 'It's just that...' your mom gathered herself before finishing. 'The other day, I realized he has the perfect name for sph.' She chuckled. 'I was just thinking that if I was married to Mike, it would be so fun to call him 'Micro!'"
Kelly giggled as she described how they both laughed and discussed how she could buy a magnifying glass to tease him with and so on.
My penis twitched, and Kelly immediately came back to the present. "Mike, you're leaking precum, honey."
A tiny amount of precum dripped from the tip of my penis onto the hardwood floor.
"Sorry," I said, realizing how dry my mouth had become.
"No, honey. It's okay." She said softly. "You're truly aroused by all this, aren't you?" I found it hard to admit, but I couldn't deceive Kelly at this point.
"Yeah, I guess so. I really am." I told her with as much conviction as I could muster.
Kelly smiled and said, "That's great, Mike. Listen, I think you should take care of yourself here. Due to your current state, I don't believe it will take long." She chuckled. "If you'd like, I can leave you to yourself and give you some privacy to masturbate. Alternatively, if you'd like, I can stay here with you and watch. What do you prefer?"
Adrenaline raced through my veins again as I stood in silence, unable to think of what to say. After a few moments, she got up from her seat and moved toward the door. "Well, I'll just leave you to it, pal," she said, reaching out to open the door. "It's all in the wrist," she quipped playfully.
"Wait!" I suddenly exclaimed, causing her to stop and turn back around to face me. She eyed me with a smirk, amused by my reaction. "I knew it!" she hissed in a low voice. This time, when she sat down in my desk chair, she made it seem like a throne.
For a few moments, I was at a loss for words, but as soon as my gaze drifted down to her cleavage, she pushed her breasts together to attract my attention. "Stroke it for me, Micro!" she demanded.
I quickly started jerking off, and she cheered me on, bouncing her breasts up and down in her white tank top. "Stroke it to the rhythm of my tits!" she urged.
"I'm going to cum!" I groaned.
"Yes, cum for me, Micro!" she commanded, and upon hearing my new moniker, I released my semen all over the floor.
She clapped and smiled upon my success. "Yay!" she exclaimed.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, the weight of the situation bore down on me.
Kelly rose to her feet and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a warm hug. "Hey," she said, cradling my face in her hands. "It's okay, Mike! I promise. How are you?" she inquired.
"I'm alright," I assured her.
"Promise?" she asked.
"I promise," I said.
"Good!" she said, noticing the tiny trace of cum on her leg after our embrace.
"Let's clean up and see what's on TV?" she suggested, still in a playful tone.
--
Now, dressed in fresh clothes, I walked into the living room to find her browsing the TV guide. "Kelly, can we chat for a moment?" I asked, sitting beside her on the couch. "Of course," she replied, turning the television off.
"I was just curious if we could repeat that experience at some point?" I inquired. Kelly burst into laughter and fell back onto the couch cushions. "Mike, you scared me!" she said, sitting back up. She combed her hair behind her ears and placed a hand on my knee. "And you seem to like your new nickname!" she giggled.
"We're going to have a great time, little buddy!" she assured me.
