I wasn’t surprised by how small his cock was, but I was a little surprised when his hot jizz shot onto my face the second my lips touched his tip. I guess I should’ve expected it, in hindsight.
My best friend had always been a runt. He was roughly my size from kindergarten all the way up to highschool, and when all his male friends hit puberty and grew into men he was still my size – 5’5, 120 lbs, thin as a rail.
I made fun of him for it exactly once, joking that he could fit into my clothes. He hid the pain behind an agreeable chuckle, but I saw it for a second and never poked that sore spot again. He didn’t get along well with other men, but his frailty made it hard for him to get along with most women too. He interpreted anything less than constant enthusiasm as a sign that they didn’t like him, and so he never asked anyone out, never dated all through highschool, and for the most part I was his only friend.