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Story: Until the Right One Came Along...
From the outside it's always seemed like I had a good life. My parents
were well off, so I never wanted for anything growing up. I went a nice,
private school where my muscular physique and athletic talent made me
popular with the guys and girls alike. Later I became the star of the
school's track team. By then there wasn't a girl in the school who
wouldn't give her left tit to be with me. I dated different girls all
the time, never getting too involved with any one of them. It was widely
assumed that I was some sort of male slut. Guys joked all the time about
my conquests. But the truth was that I was a virgin. It wasn't that I
wanted to be. Here I was surrounded by so much willing ass, and all I
wanted was to fuck each and every one of them. But I couldn't. Why you
ask? Because I have a tiny dick.
Yeah, that's right, I have a really small cock. It's so embarrassing. I
mean I'm six-one, one-hundred-eighty pounds, and drop-dead gorgeous. I
come from good stock too. I'd seen both my dad and grandfather naked, so
I knew they were both well hung. But somehow I just wasn't. My dick was
no thicker or longer than my pinky finger fully erect. Even my sac was
pathetic. It looked like a small grape. I was so ashamed of my privates
that I never dared expose myself to anyone. Even in the lockers I'd make
excuses about not changing in front of others. If anyone saw my life
would be over. I couldn't have that.
When I went to college I made sure to get a private dorm room.
Thankfully my family doctor was aware of my embarrassing situation, and
he lied on some forms to ensure I'd be alone. Even then I was afraid to
change without bracing the door with a chair, and draping a blanket over
my window. Of course life still went on as normal. Just as with high
school I was popular. There was actually a bit of a contest from one of
the sororities about which girl could sleep with me first. It was a
shame that none of them could win. Just a couple months into my college
life I'd already become convinced that I'd hold onto my virginity for at
least a few years longer. Hell, maybe for life.
I tried to keep my mind off from sex, and instead focus on school.
That's not easy when you're constantly surrounded by hot ass. Making
things worse, my chem professor set me up with a partner for a project
who happened to be one of the cutest girls in the school. Melissa was an
olive-skinned transfer from the Middle-East who had come to America for a
better life. She reminded me of Megan Fox, but with more class. That is
to say that she was always rather modest with her wardrobe. Melissa
tended to wear long dresses, and on occasion she even wore a head-scarf,
although she'd say that it wasn't about religion.
Melissa was a good partner in terms of the work that needed to be done.
I sucked at chem, but to her it all seemed to come naturally. She'd
giggle when I'd say something stupid, and then show me the right way.
Time spent with Melissa seemed to just fly by. I'd take her to my room
to study and the next thing I'd know my alarm clock would be buzzing with
neither of us having gotten any sleep. Soon I found myself going out
with Melissa just for fun. It's sad to say, but there was prejudice
around the community because of her skin color. Many were distrustful of
people from the Middle East. Melissa constantly joked that when she was
with a white boy like me that she went from being a possible terrorist to
a girl with a nice tan. Luckily enough for her if she enjoyed my company
that much I was more than willing to let her have it.
I wasn't naive. It was obvious to me that Melissa meant far more than
the girls I'd dated in high school. I had genuine feelings for her, and
I was certain that she felt the same about me. I knew I had to slow
things down before I did anything stupid. I hoped the holidays would
offer us a break so I could take a breath and rethink my situation. Well
fate was against me. Melissa confessed that she had no family in the
states, so she'd just be staying on campus for holiday break. Without
thinking I asked her to go home with me. I knew my parents wouldn't
mind, and it'd make mom happy for me to bring home a girl. Melissa
accepted my offer, but then she reminded me of my foolishness by
mockingly asking if we'd be sharing a room. I just laughed, but
honestly I didn't know.
Things went as I expected. When I arrived home with Melissa in tow my
mom lit up like a Christmas tree. She couldn't leave the poor woman
alone. Melissa told me that it was fine, and that she loved how warm of
a person mom was. It didn't take long for mom to convince Melissa to
help her in the kitchen. Seeing Melissa in an apron brought about new
feelings. Suddenly she looked like a potential wife. Dad must have seen
it too because he kept asking if I'd propose. I had to remind him that
the two of us had only really just met.
Of course Melissa had been sleeping in the guest room. But we'd grown
accustomed to staying up together, so on most nights we'd sits down in
the entertaining room watching cheesy films. While the two of us were
close it was down there that things somehow progressed. I was lying on
the couch when Melissa complained about how cold it was. She said she
wasn't used to our so-called harsh winters. It made me laugh because it
was still well above fifty out.
Melissa grew this wicked grin as she insisted I should share with her if
I was so comfortable and warm. The next thing I knew she was snuggling
up against me on the couch. I had my arm draped over her. Her head was
against my chest. I could feel her heart beat through my whole body.
I'd never been so nervous. But in that moment Melissa seemed more calm
and relaxed than ever. She was out like a light in no time. I wondered
if I should get up, or maybe carry her to her room. The moment overtook
me. I just fell asleep under her.
When I woke up in the morning Melissa had rolled, so her front was now
pressed against me. As I squirmed I could feel the softeness of her
breasts, but there was something else. It was such an odd sensation, as
if Melissa was jabbing me with her knee, but both of her legs were out
straight. I slid my hand between us, and felt around until I found the
problem. It was thick, warm, hard, and digging right into me. As I slid
my hand around this thing Melissa began to moan gently. She rolled a
bit, leaving more room to explore the thing. Whatever it was it was
awfully goddamn long and thick and... My eyes went wide. I knew what
this was.
Melissa cried out as she fell off from me and onto the ground. I stood
up in such a hurry that I'd launched her. Looking down at her, I
couldn't find the words to speak. Melissa looked up at me with a
piercing air of confusion. My hand trembled as I pointed down to the
thing, the long, thick thing sticking up in the air with her dress
wrapped around it. Melissa looked down at it and then up at me. Her
eyes conveyed a sense of panic. She began to cry, telling me that she'd
never meant for me to find out this way. I still couldn't speak. How
the hell could this be? The woman I was falling for was no woman at all.
She was a man... a man with a really big dick!
I locked the door so we could speak without interruption. Melissa just
sat there crying as her morning wood faded. I had so many questions.
She had answers. She told me that she'd escaped the Middle East to avoid
persecution for what she was. She'd had surgery in Europe to give her
those perky little tits that I loved gawking at, but apparently her face
was at least her own. I asked why she still had a dick. Melissa was
blushing as she explained that she loved her dick. She didn't want to be
a woman. She just wanted to look like one and be treated like one, but
the reality was that she was a gay man. I couldn't understand all of
that, but then again I'd always sucked in psych.
Things had come to a stand-still. I was angry with Melissa, but I didn't
hate her. She'd come from a place that treated people like her like
criminals. What choice did she have but to keep it all a secret. But
what I felt for her, that suddenly all seemed so confusing. I told
Melissa that for now we should continue to act normal for my parents, and
that when we got back to college we could sort things out. She just
seemed relieved that I could forgive her.
That very evening I saw Melissa dressed like an American woman for the
first time. Mom had taken her out shopping, and returned her in a cute,
classy black dress that formed to her perfect chest and ass as if it had
been painted onto her. I wondered how she hid her dick, but didn't bring
it up. Mom and dad took us out that night. It was so odd to be out like
that, as if I were on a date. And my parents... They kept encouraging
the two of us to dance. Melissa had two left feet. She kept stumbling
about like a fooling, laughing as she tripped against me over and over.
Once the evening was over my parents were quick to crash. Now it was
Melissa and I alone, again.
We sat on my bed, just sitting there like statues. I didn't know what to
say. I'd had a good time, I couldn't deny that. After a few minutes
Melissa just began giggling. She said that her dick was absolutely
killing her from having to keep it tucked back all night. For some
reason I laughed too. Suddenly it made sense why she always wore such
loose things. Melissa laid back on my bed, reached under her skirt, and
let the thing out. Seeing the thick bulge in her dress was more than
distracting. She must have noticed me gawking because she asked if I
wanted her to leave. I shook my head. I didn't want her anywhere but
right there with me.
Right then it was my turn to laugh. Melissa smiled and asked what was so
funny. I told her that life was unfair. Here she was, such a pretty,
small boy, and yet she was hung like a moose. Meanwhile... Well when I
said that word I definitely peaked her curiosity. She pressed for me to
go on. I don't know why, but I told her. After nineteen years of
keeping it to myself I just flat out confessed that I was a virgin with a
small dick. Melissa didn't believe me. I had to show her. When she saw
it she didn't laugh. She leaned in close and kissed me flat on the
cheek.
I'd be the man in our relationship anyway. That's what she said. At
that very second it struck me like lightening. We should be together.
No, we had to be together. And so that night I lost my virginity. Yeah,
it hurt. Yeah, it wasn't the way I'd expected to lose it. Yeah, it
really, really hurt. But it was good. And after it was all over the two
of us just couldn't stop laughing. Melissa wondered if all of this
wasn't fate. A girl with a big dick. A boy with a small one. Both
absolutely in love after only knowing each other a couple months. It was
like some cheesy love story out of a bad film. Well, luckily we both
liked cheesy films.
Melissa and I have been together for six years now. We've adopted three
children together, including a teenage boy who had been abandoned over
her own sexual confusion. We were also married this year after New York
began allowing gay marriages. It was impossible to hide things from my
parents. At first they were upset, but by then they'd grown to love
her... Ok, actually they just loved being grandparents. But that's how
things go. I started things off by saying that from the outside it's
always seemed like I've had a good life. Well today I can confirm that's
an absolute truth.
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