POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy. I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish. You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... just say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or just fall asleep, and you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly told him what I wanted.
POOF!
I knew I had a small penis.
Well, I didn't know it until Dad told me.
Up until then,I had nothing to compare it to. I'd never seen a real one on another guy, or pictures, so I was oblivious.
But, I when I was entering 7th grade, which meant being naked in a locker room to undress, and shower after class, Dad knew I'd be seeing others, and probably comparing my own to others I saw.
SO, he talked to me in private, and gave me a long talk about ... the birds and the bees, if it's still called that, giving me more information on human sexuality than any 11 year old might be expected to know.
And he summed it up with a discussion about penis size.
That it really doesn't matter.
That some idiots thinks it takes a large penis to satisfy a woman, and that if you have a small penis, it detracts from your manhood...
And there would probably come a day when guys in the locker room may or may not make fun of me.
So he gave me the information so that I could deflect such discussions.
7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade .. the guys didn't seem to know the difference or care.
10th grade, either.
BY 11th grade, I was getting looks, smirks really, and guys looking at me, and walking off with buddies while laughing.
I went to a school party, dateless.
I had gone outside to get fresh air, and three girls on the cheerleading squad came up to me.
Donna said to me, while the others smirked, "My boyfriend Don told me that you have the smallest dick in the locker room!"
I said calmly, "That might be true, but has Don personally measured every one of them?"
They laughed at that, and walked away.
Later another girl, Amy, also on the cheerleading squad, came up to me.
"Are you ready for the trig test on Monday?"
"Yeah, for sure, I got it cold."
"Well, I don't, there's things that got me stumped still."
"Sorry to hear that."
"Will you help me?"
"Hows that?"
"Tutor me."
"Um, when?"
"Sunday afternoon."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure I can get out, can you come over?"
"Yeah, my parents are out of town, I've got the car."
"Great ... 5 o'clock?"
"Sure."
"And I heard the other girls teasing you about..."
"Doesn't bother me."
"It doesn't?"
"Not a bit."
"Okay."
I showed up at her house the next day.
Her mother opened the door.
"Hi, I'm here to help Amy with trig..."
"She's not home right now."
Of course, I thought to myself.
I heard her cell phone in her hand ring.
"Hello? Yes, he's right here." She handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"HI. I'm so sorry I'm not there, I went to the mall with the girls, and they gave me a bad time about getting home, especially because.... you know..."
"Yeah."
"We're on the way now. 15 minutes, can you wait?"
"Sure."
I handed the phone back to her mother. "Fifteen minutes, she said."
"Well come in and wait then."
I went in
Amy arrived
We went to her room, and opened our trig books.
After awhile, I could tell, she was taking furtive glances at me, a look of curiousity.
I said, "You want to see it, don't you?"
"Um what?"
"You want to see a small one, but you don't know how to ask."
"Well," she blushed, "Yes."
"So have you ever seen a real one, small medium or large?"
"Not a real one, only pictures."
"Then you aren't going to start with mine. The perception of big one versus small one is ridiculous anyway."
"UM, why is that?"
"Because," I said slowly, "A woman does not derive pleasure from the size of ... the penis inside her vagina. She gets pleasure from stimulation of the clitoris, the bundle of nerves at the top of her vagina, from a male point of view, or for you, the point of your vagina closest to your face. If you've ever self-pleasured, and I'm saying you have or have not, and there's nothing shameful about doing so anyway, you've probably noticed how much better it feels rubbing that particular part, as opposed to, well, sticking something inside."
She blushed. "Yeah .. maybe."
"So, a guy does not need a big penis to pleasure her, he just needs to know how to do the act in a way that stimulates that particular area. As such, the penis is just a delivery mechanism for the semen to get inside and make impregnation possible."
"Oh..."
"Remember this, the first time you do it with a guy. Ask yourself, does it feel good with him inside you there, or does it feel even better if you're having that part rubbed, or you're rubbing it yourself."
"Yeah, sure..."
We returned to the trig books.
We started dating, and being together all through that year, and summer, and through our senior year.
College: I headed for Houston, she headed for San Francisco.
We communicated through face time apps, talked all the time, saw each other on breaks from school when we went home.
After college, we both landed jobs in coding, in the Tech area.
But at home, before the jobs were due to start:
I asked her to marry me.
As long as we had been together, it did not come as a surprise to her. In fact, she looked like: it's about time.
"Before I say yes, and I am going to, I need to tell you something."
"Mmm?"
"I'm not a virgin."
"Oh.... and?"
"That does not bother you?"
"Mmm no."
"Do you want to know with whom, or how many?"
"More than one?'
"Yeah...'
"Doesn't matter what you chose to do when you weren't with me. I don't recall declaring an exclusive relationship, but sure, it'll probably come out some time, so .. how many?"
"Um, four."
"Okay, so that's been talked about. Anything else?"
"Do you want to know if I enjoyed it?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, tell me if you enjoyed it."
"No, never, not at all. None of them seemed to care about me, they cared about putting it in, finishing, taking it out, and moving on."
"Well... some guys, younger immature ones, are going to be like that."
"I'll bet you aren't."
"One way to find out."
"So have you....?"
"Have I, what?"
She rolled her eyes. "Had ... sex?"
"Nope."
Pause
"You couldn't find any action?"
"There was ... plenty available ... but I didn't?"
"Thinking about me?"
I sighed. "I was really concentrating on my studies. When I got ...horny, which was often, I um took care of it myself so I could move on and get back to studies."
"So you didn't think about me?"
"Well, I did. I tried to picture you in my mind ... naked... while I was self pleasuring. So there."
"Soon, you won't have to imagine anymore, because I do want to marry you."
Wedding: a church affair, with family present.
Wedding night: we entered the honeymoon suite at the hotel.
We looked at each other, then kissed, longingly.
The kiss broke off, and she said, "Now what?"
"I think there's a game on t.v."
She pushed me away, "What?!" Then she saw the grin on my face.
"Very funny."
"I think, I will take a shower. You may present yourself in any fashion dressed or undressed that fits whatever fantasy you had for this night. I'll come out of the bathroom ... naked, and you'll see the fine mess you've gotten yourself into."
She chuckled.
I went into the bathroom, stripped and showered and dried, and returned to the bedroom.
She was laying flat on the bed, naked except for white stockings and garter belt.
She looked me in the eyes, as I approached, then looked down, and smiled, and said, "So what's wrong with that?"
"I never thought there was anything wrong with it, it's just small based on average comparisons created by doctors."
"And who cares about that? Get up here."
I got on the bed. She tried to pull me up to her face, but I stopped, and pushed her knees apart, and my face down to her crotch, and I began licking all her nether parts.
She began to moan and gasp....then arched her back and moaned in a loud climax.
I continued, and she ... did it again, moaned loudly in a second climax...
then a 3rd.
She grabbed my head and pulled me up to her, and whispered, "So THAT's what an orgasm feels like...."
She kissed me deeply,
And I mounted her, slipping my nub easily into her moistness.
I moved my hips on top of hers, pushing down so my groin made full contact with the top of her vagina, and pushed in and out and she moaned again and again, and climaxed again ... and I spewed inside her.
I pulled out, and rolled on my back next to her, and we lay there, catching our breath.
"Time to clean up," I whispered, and I knelt between her thighs, and began licking and sucking my cum out of her pussy, making sure to engage her clit as I did so, until she gasped and bucked in another climax.
Then I got up next to her.
"Oh my God" she whispered, dreamily.
"Mmm hm."
"I used to hear stuff like: size doesn't matter, it's how you use it, and now I really really believe it."
"Mmm hm. One problem though.."
"What's that?"
"It's not long enough to have anal sex."
Pause
"You want to fuck me in the ass?"
"Didn't say one way or the other if I want to. Just saying, I can't, it won't reach."
"Then maybe we'll have anal sex the other way."
"The other way?"
She chuckled. "Me + strap-on to you."
"Oh," I said, chuckling.
"Hmm. I didn't hear you say, no fucking way."
"Nah, I'm open to try almost anything."
"Really?"
"Yeah, at least once, see if I like it."
"How about ... spanking?"
"Hmmm?"
"Spanking."
"Hmm."
"One guy I was with, really wanted to spank my bare bottom with my hand. I figured, why not? So, it hurt a little, not a lot, really just kinda stung. Then when he got on top of me, he came in like 20 seconds, rolled off me, said 'I gotta go' and he got dressed and left. Never saw him again, didn't want to. And another guy... wanted me to spank him, like a naughty little boy. So I put him over my lap, and he came while I was spanking him. He blushed and apologized, we laughed about it, then he suddenly remembered some thing urgent he had to do, and he dressed and left. Never saw him again."
"So in your experience, spanking is a way to end a relationship."
"Well, I don't think it would happen that way between us."
"Probably not."
"So, would you rather spank me, or be spanked by me?"
"We should try it each way, and see what we prefer."
And with that, I had another erection, and I moved on top of her.
Afterwards, I rolled off of her. We lay together, and I closed my eyes, and dozed off.
POOF! I was back in my living room.
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