Having it small is not a problem

A colleague of mine always said: “having a small dick is not a problem” but then she added “it's a real tragedy!” I smiled and nodded in understanding, as if I had a huge thing between my legs. But her words, for me, were a real stab in the back. Because I am one of those men who have a small dick, I have a dick that barely reaches 14 centimeters and, in terms of thickness, it doesn't exceed three and a half centimeters, wanting to be optimistic.... I imagine how many of you readers are laughing now, proudly discovering yourselves beyond these measurements and how many readers are making more or less salacious, or rather, more or less stupid jokes about this misfortune of mine. But I'm sure that, instead, many readers find themselves in my situation... When I was just a teenager and we played who could pee the furthest, I was proud of having the biggest dick of all my friends, in particular my little friend Antonio had a little... little... little dick. But that summer our bodies changed, we "developed," as they say, and when we found ourselves playing that game at the start of school, I discovered that Antonio had developed a huge dick, while mine had certainly grown, but was still significantly smaller. I realized then that it would be better not to show it off too much, and I no longer participated in "who could piss the furthest." But another game had now been added to that, that of "who could get there first"... but I never took part. That winter I had discovered masturbation, "blow jobs," as my friends had told me they were called. One afternoon when I was alone at home, I found myself leafing through my mom's catalog and stopped to look at all those women in their underwear. I got so hard I got rock hard. I tried touching myself and discovered that it gave me pleasure, but the fillet under my glans hurt; if I tried to pull back the skin of my foreskin, at a certain point I felt pain. Suddenly, however, the pleasure became extremely intense and a spurt of semen escaped from my cock. One, two, three, four cumshots, my cock never stopped spurting. It felt like glue, solid lumps among so much liquid. I was scared and prayed to Jesus to make it stop. Back then, I believed in everything the good nuns from the nearby convent had put into my head. Also, my legs hurt, a terrible pain that made me lie down on the brick floor. I was afraid my mother would come back, that she would find me lying on the floor in that sea of ​​semen I had managed to ejaculate and that was staining the red, shiny, painted brick floor that she cared so much about. That was my first blowjob... mind-blowing... But once I discovered pleasure, giving blowjobs became a daily need; at least in that I was normal, but I didn't know it then. But another unpleasant event came along that made me realize I was "underdeveloped."One day the carpenter who worked downstairs showed me his cock. I never knew if he wanted me to give him a handjob, or, who knows, maybe he wanted to stick it in me somewhere. I never understood because I ran away in fear, scared of that enormous cock he tried to make me handle. I never spoke about it to anyone, I understood that it was a bad thing that could have terrible consequences. But there were also wonderful moments. My parents often went to visit my grandfather, and then I went to sleep at the house of a spinster teacher. We slept in two separate beds, and in the evenings, when I was already in bed, she would undress in front of me. She was beautiful, or at least that's what I thought. As soon as the light went out, I started giving myself a blowjob under the sheets. The teacher noticed and it became a game between us. She started taking off her panties, showing me her jet-black pussy and ass. And I was jerking off... but now out of the sheets... Who knows, if she had let me taste her pussy, my life would have been different... but it never happened, she just liked to see me drool and cum... But let's get to more recent times... One of the "missed" opportunities due to my insecurity, or rather to the realization that if you have a small dick, women might even let you fuck but then they don't seek you out anymore, was the one that saw me as the protagonist a few months after I was hired. A separated colleague, a milf as they say now, arranged for me to go to her house, she wanted to fuck... but I didn't want her to tell the colleagues at the office, who were even sluttier than her if possible, that I had a small dick, they would certainly have laughed at me. And so, realizing what was about to happen, I did everything I could to find an excuse to leave. She felt rejected and didn't pay attention to me anymore, maybe I even thought I was gay, but better to lose a friend than expose myself to ridicule. And anyway, no one could believe I was gay... I never was.She just liked to see me drool and cum. But let's move on to more recent times. One of the "missed" opportunities due to my insecurity, or rather to the realization that if you have a small dick, women might even let you fuck but then they don't seek you out anymore, was the one I was the protagonist of a few months after I was hired. A separated colleague, a MILF as they say now, arranged for me to go to her house, she wanted to fuck... but I didn't want her to tell the colleagues at the office, who were even sluttier than her if possible, that I had a small dick, they would certainly laugh at me. And so, realizing what was about to happen, I did everything I could to find an excuse to leave. She felt rejected and didn't pay attention to me anymore, maybe I even thought I was gay, but better to lose a friend than expose yourself to ridicule. And anyway, no one could believe I was gay... I never was.She just liked to see me drool and cum. But let's move on to more recent times. One of the "missed" opportunities due to my insecurity, or rather to the realization that if you have a small dick, women might even let you fuck but then they don't seek you out anymore, was the one I was the protagonist of a few months after I was hired. A separated colleague, a MILF as they say now, arranged for me to go to her house, she wanted to fuck... but I didn't want her to tell the colleagues at the office, who were even sluttier than her if possible, that I had a small dick, they would certainly laugh at me. And so, realizing what was about to happen, I did everything I could to find an excuse to leave. She felt rejected and didn't pay attention to me anymore, maybe I even thought I was gay, but better to lose a friend than expose yourself to ridicule. And anyway, no one could believe I was gay... I never was.
Two more episodes and then I'll draw my conclusions. I had married a good girl from a good family. My job took me away from home for some time, leaving on Mondays and returning on Friday evenings. All good, all peaceful, a "fairly" happy marriage. But, after almost twenty years, I learned from a relative who was hostile to my wife that a scandal had broken out in the family while I was working away.
A woman who lived in the same building as me had informed my wife's family that my young bride had become the lover of an older man who lived a few floors below. My wife, at 25, had supplanted the man's heart—or rather, the informer who had ratted on him for that reason. My relative had added, almost as if to excuse my wife, that the man had a reputation for being truly gifted and that perhaps I wasn't satisfying my wife enough, and what was the poor thing to do? At the time, I'd only noticed that on Fridays, when I came home, my wife preferred to give me her ass... probably because pussy was reserved for the deli's enormous beast... which, of course, gave her sensations I wasn't capable of giving her. I thought her giving me her ass was an act of love... and instead...
And after twenty years, I preferred to keep quiet and pretend not to know, even though I'd like to know how many times those two met over time. And so I understood the digs I'd received, even from my wife herself and some relatives, about the inadequacy of my cock.
I even had a lover, yes, incredibly, I had one who was crazy about me.
An intelligent woman, even if a bit of a jerk. One day I asked her if it was true that women preferred big dicks. She replied: "No! It's false, I enjoy it a lot with you. When you love a man, size doesn't matter... of course, if you then seek pleasure for pleasure's sake... that's a whole different story." But love doesn't last forever, while the pursuit of pleasure lasts a lifetime. And this cuts the head of the bull, or maybe it just cuts the horns. I'll conclude. Generally, both my wife and my lover regularly reached orgasm, I had children with my wife, I also fucked other women who I didn't mention in this confession and, unless they were all faking it, they always had satisfying relationships, even if they all tended to give me their ass with great enthusiasm because they said it didn't hurt "too much" when it went in and it felt pleasant... Now I ask myself, why do you blame and laugh at those who have a small dick? It's not our fault, we can't do anything about it. Besides, you women don't always have the perfect body, but no one laughs at you. You make our lives difficult, and often, out of fear of undressing in front of a woman, we miss out on moments of joy and even some opportunities to assert ourselves because we're already at a psychological disadvantage. But, fortunately, I'm now at an age where I no longer care about the problem that tormented me; I'm old now...