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Tom Gruber is like most other guys in every way except one, and it’s been the bane of his life for as long as he can remember. Tom has a small penis, a micropenis, to be more precise. His mum took him to the Doctor, and they tried a few things, such as giving testosterone shots; however, nothing worked. Fortunately, he’s not one of those guys that moan and complain about having a small dick all the time, like some guys do online. Tom just looks at it as one of life’s ‘little’ obstacles to overcome. Plenty of people are worse off than me, he’d often think, I’m healthy with decent intelligence, and while not the greatest looking guy in the world, I’m not ugly either. He’s six feet tall, one hundred and sixty-five pounds, has blond hair and blue eyes, and has a six-pack. Some may say he’s the ‘boy next door’ type. Tom would see people in wheelchairs, crippled, blind, or a hundred other things, and think, his life is not too bad, at least his disability is not an obvious one, so he can lead a near normal life. Having a small dick isn’t the end of the world, as some would have you believe.
As a healthy twenty-year-old, he finds one thing extremely frustrating, and that’s meeting a woman who will stick with him. He gets dates all right because he’s not a bad-looking guy. However, once he gets a girl in bed and they have sex, that always ends the deal. Tom feels he’s normal in having sex in the sense he lasts a good ten minutes before ejaculating, and he really works on foreplay techniques to make sure she has a good time, yet they just don’t feel his penis inside them. Sometimes they laugh at his dick, and won’t even let him have sex with them. Some women have even tried to dominate Tom, as they think because he has a small penis, it’s what he deserves. Tom usually tells those bitches to ‘fuck off.’ He knows he’s more than his penis. He’s a human being with feelings and aspirations. It’s hypocritical some women complain guys objectify them, yet some of them are more than happy to objectify Tom based on his small cock. Apparently, as a holder of a small cock, his role is to become the doormat of any woman, well, Tom’s no doormat.
Chapter 1
The story begins with another date named Helen Bell, who’s an attractive blonde, thin, with medium-sized breasts, brown eyes, and a friendly personality. Tom met her through a friend who hooked him up with her at a party, and they talked and hit it off. They’ve had three dates now, and all they’ve done so far is hold hands and kiss goodnight. Tonight was their fourth date, and he really thought things were going well. So when he took her home, she invited him in for a drink, and he feels excited hopefully tonight is the night. The night they have sex for the first time.
They snuggle on the couch in low light and soft music and chat more about the movie they just saw. He puts his arm around her, and they snuggle. Helen smells amazing, and she seems so soft and feminine that his heart melts. Eventually, their lips meet in a spontaneous, passionate kiss. Their tongues entwine as he pulls her in close to him. Her breathing becomes heavy, and her body goes limp as they wrap their arms around each other.
Cautiously, he felt her breast, and she didn’t seem to object, so he slid his hand into her top and felt them squishy and firm in his hand. Her nipples were as hard as a rock. He undid her blouse slowly as he kissed her and removed her black bra to let those titties free. Helen has banana-shaped breasts with a large pink areola at the end. Just his favorite type of breasts. He put them in his mouth, sucking and nibbling her nipples, and she moaned and sighed in response. She took his shirt off and kissed his nipples while feeling his chest with her hand.
After an age of heavy French kissing, she undid his pants, and he slipped out of them, leaving him in his boxers. She stands, pulling her jeans off so she is dressed in nothing but her black lacy panties. What a sight, Helen is hot. Then grabbing his hand, she led into her bedroom where they climbed into bed. Our embrace becomes hard and frantic, as they kissed and grappled like animals under the covers. His underwear came off, but he doesn’t remember how. He maneuvered myself to be on top of her and searched for her pussy with his cock. He could feel her wetness as she moaned and moved under him.
The time has come, so he pushes his cock inside her warm, moist pussy, feeling that luxurious sensation of her womanhood surrounding his dick.
He thrusts into her, reveling in the silky sensations of her pussy around his cock, when she asked him, “Is that it?”
He looks down at her knowing immediately what she means, as he has been here before. He feels so embarrassed she said it.
“What do you mean?” he asked, knowing full well what she meant.
“I mean, your cock; I can barely feel it. How big is it?” Helen asks with annoyance creeping into her voice.
“It’s big enough,” he said, but she burst out laughing, which shut him up.
His erection fades fast, and Helen pushes him off her, so he lies beside her. She leans over and turns on the light. Then she holds up the covers, looking at his groin, inspecting the goods.
“Holy shit, that’s a small one. What is it, a micropenis, or something?”
The way she looks at him, rolling her eyes while smirking, all conjures those feelings of inadequacy in Tom only a small dick man can know.
“It’s not that small,” he said weakly, feeling his face blush.
Helen climbs out of bed, reaching for her robe and putting it on. She turns and looks at him, and for a moment, he thinks he sees pity in her eyes.
“I’m Sorry, Tom. You’re a nice guy, I suppose, but I’m looking for something different.”
“I don’t want to hear it,” he said loudly, sneering at her. “You say I’m a good guy, well I say, you’re a bitch.”
The pity vanished from her eyes, and she said curtly, “Get out of my house, pindick loser, or I’ll tell everyone about your tiny dick.”
Then she walks out of the bedroom in a huff, so he gets up and puts his boxers on. He goes into the living room where the rest of his clothes are, and dresses. Here I am again, being dumped for having a small dick, he thought bitterly. I hate the old: ‘You’re a nice guy, but’ shit. He wishes sometimes they’d say he’s a total prick, and they hate him, instead of the usual routine that crushes him every time. When he eventually leaves her place, his watch reads two-thirty-five am.
Public transport has stopped operations an hour ago, and the nearest taxi rank is in the city, which means a five-mile walk. Plenty of distance for him to grumble and complain about the bitch, formerly known as Helen. She’s probably on the phone to her friends now telling them all about their disastrous date, he thought. That’s what usually happens. This type of gossip has the effect of decreasing the pool of women he can date (aka the ones who don’t know about his small penis) even further. Naturally, to her, their date had become disastrous, yet the memory of feeling her moist pussy on his cock lingers in Tom’s mind. Helen was so hot, damn it. What else can go wrong tonight, he wonders?
*****
He comes across a park and remembers there’s a taxi rank about two miles on the other side of it; however, to get to it, he has to walk through. It’s not such a great idea this late in a city park. Muggers, rapists, and deviants are reported to frequent parks at night, so he hesitates at the path leading inside. The other choice is to walk around the perimeter, which would be about a four-mile walk. Laziness won, so he headed down the path into the park, looking about to see if he could make out any suspicious characters; there were none. Walking through the park, apprehension nibbles away at his mind. This place has way too many shadows for his liking. Anger about what happened with Helen keeps his mind off it and gives him the energy to move fast. As he quietly walks along the pathway. He thinks he can hear a dog growl for a moment, so he stops and looks around. He can’t see a dog anywhere. Then he hears it again, only this time louder. Fear wells inside him. He can hear his loud breathing and his heart thumping in his ears in loud whooshes. Great, he thought, a brave warrior here shitting his pants over a dog he can’t even see. Before him, just outside a streetlight, he can see some bushes moving, and he hears the same growl again. The growl definitely comes from the bushes, and he wonders if the dog is chasing some animal. Maybe a cat, rat, or squirrel?
He gets closer to the bush, which just keeps thrashing about with definite growls coming from it. Looking up the path past the bush, it looks clear, so he decides to run for it. No point getting involved in this, he thought. Just as he’s about to get moving, he hears this god-awful high-pitched scream. His hands immediately go to his ears. However, the sound just continues to go on and on, making him feel sick and dizzy. He thought his eardrums might burst. Then, to his surprise, a strange-looking animal emerges from the bush, walking on two legs like a stumpy little man. The animal’s appearance is hard to make out in the poor light, yet it would’ve only been three feet tall at the most, with very thick arms and legs and a big round belly. The thing turns and looks at him with bright red eyes and flashes what looks like very sharp, pointy teeth as it growls at him. Something wriggles and writhes in its hand as if in pain, and at first, he thought it was an insect. However, the thing in the stubby animal’s hand dimly glows. The screaming suddenly stops and relieved, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. Lighting up the screen, he shone it on the animal. What the hell is that, he thought, stepping back with bulging eyes? The creature has greenish skin, a squat face with two pointy Mr. Spock-like ears and its nose looked squashed on its face as if it’d been beaten there.
“What are you?” he mumbles to no one in particular.
The green thing snarled at him again, and if he had any sense he’d have turned and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. However, his biggest problem is he lacks common sense, and he’ll rush in ready to fight when he should be running. Some considered this a flaw in his personality, as he’d been told at school when he was younger. Teachers had said he had ‘anger management issues’; however, the weird thing is he doesn’t think he’s an angry person at all. He doesn’t walk around snapping people’s heads off, being sarcastic, grumpy, or doing nasty shit to others for no reason. Whenever he’s confronted with a ‘fight or flight’ situation, he just always fights.
His dad always says, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Tom, it’s your German heritage coming out in you. We’re descended from ancient warriors.”
So there he is, charging at this strange animal, screaming, and waving his arms as if a madman, thinking: I wonder whether ancient German warriors fought like this? The animal postures aggressively for a moment, trying to bluff him, then decided quickly its best action is to run. It abruptly turns and trips, dropping its prey on the ground as it does. The creature looks back at Tom, then its prey, and seems to decide it’s not worth the trouble. It gets up, and just as it takes its first steps to run away from the crazy human, Tom’s foot lands squarely on its rump, sending it careening down the path and making a horrible noise as it does. Eventually, coming to rest on its back, thoroughly dazed.
Tom walks toward the creature to get a better look at it. However, he hears a strange whimper from the other thing on the ground. He squats beside it to take a closer look and hears another growl from the creature he kicked. He turns his head sharply to see the animal run off the path into the darkness of the night. Tom sighs, and his body trembles from the adrenaline rush as he watches the creature run out of sight.
“What the fuck is that thing?” he said aloud.
Below him, he hears another squeaky groan, so he turns on the flashlight app on his cell phone and shines it on the prey the strange animal had been holding. Laying limply on the ground, in what looks like blood, is a tiny person with wings. It must’ve been five to seven inches tall with wings similar to a dragonfly and dressed in strange clothes. The thing reminds him of something, but he can’t quite put a word to it.
Then it just pops into his head: Faerie.
That’s weird, he thought; why did I so clearly think the word faerie and not fairy?
You didn’t think it, I did, comes a reply in his head.
The little creature stirs while he wonders if sanity has finally left him. One too many Helen’s, that’s it, he thought. First, some stubby little green thing that growls like a dog, then a faerie, and now I’m talking to myself. Yes, that’s it. I have finally gone insane, he thought.
The creature was a goblin, and you’re not talking to yourself. You’re talking with me. Now hurry and help him before it returns to finish me, a squeaky voice said in his head.
“It’s you. You’re talking to me—in my head— aren’t you?” he said, looking down at the faerie.
Yes, now pick me up and take me away from here before that goblin returns, the faerie said, sounding desperate.
He picks the faerie up, laying it gently in his hand. “What now? Do you want me to take you somewhere?”
I’m too weak to go home. Take me to your home for the night so I can heal, it said.
“I don’t know?”
Please, the faerie said and passed out.
He doesn’t know how he knows it passed out. He just did. So he walks briskly out of the park, wondering how he’ll explain to someone about goblins and faeries. They were fairytale creatures, not supposed to be real. At least, he thought they were. However, having a faerie in your hand presents a compelling counterargument to the theory. The existence of this creature totally blows his mind.
*****
He catches a taxi home, once in his apartment, he lays the faerie on a cushion and goes and gets a magnifying glass, as it’s not very often one gets to get a close-up look at a faerie is it. Its blood is dark green, from what he can tell. He measures it at seven inches tall, bigger than he imagined a faerie would be. He thinks the faerie is a girl, as she wears a dress of sorts that sparkles in the light. Her hair is blonde, and she also has small pointy ears. She kind of reminds him of ‘Tinker Bell’ from Disneyland, only bigger. He gets some cotton wool and washes the blood from her as best he can. That’s all he can do for her as he doesn’t know faerie first aid or thought the Hospital probably wouldn’t know faerie anatomy too well either. So all he can do is wait and see what happens, hoping like hell she’ll wake and tell him how to get her home, as they’d know what she needs, for sure.
After a big yawn, he curls on the couch and is soon asleep.
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