I sat down on the long beige couch facing the front door. I couldnt believe this moment had arrived. I had was about to tell my parents what Id been hiding, what Id been denying for so long. My heart was racing. I watched so many videos and read even more stories but none of them settled this uneasy feeling in my chest made all the stronger when my mom had walked in the room.
So what is going on Zach? That familiar soft voice rang. I had asked for a little time after dad had gotten off work, for them both to be there.
Nothing. I muttered. Just that word alone bothered me. I watch my mother in her soft fink floral top make her way to the large brown loveseat sitting adjacent to me.
Why did you want to talk to your dad and I?
I would like to wait for dad. I answered. I was now starring at the dark carpeting but I could feel my moms brown eyes locked on me.
Are you Okay?
Im fine, mom. I responded. With that the front door came open. I could hear a car pass by. In taking up the large door frame was my father. He was forty two with a thick beard that led down to a tuft of chest hair making its appearance over dark overalls stained in years of working with cars. He was a manly man through and through. That made this all the worse.
Whats going on here? He asked in that deep monotone.
Zach was wanting to talk to us. Mom said. She pushed the long blonde bangs out of her eyes. My father threw his keys into a dish sitting on a wicker tables next to a large staircase. That clang sounded all the louder now, with my heart beating in my ears.
Could I at least change? He asked. There was a pause. Mom looked to me. She could always see right through me.
No. Hun, could you just come here for a moment. She reached her hand into the air and motioned for my dad to come. I could hear him groan. Maybe this wasnt the right time. I shifted my gaze about the room trying to avoid contact with my parents.
Fine. He said and stomped across the room. For a moment I thought he was just going to stand there. I know how mother never liked him to sit on the furniture in his work clothes but with a gesture beside her, mom allowed him to sit. I looked to the door wondering how fast I could make it out them if I had to run. My dad was an quarterback in high school, I didnt see myself getting far. So whats going on?
I just needed My voice trailed off. I pressed my thighs together trying to take some of the pressure off. Finally I stood up, I wasnt sure why.
Take your time. Mom said with that familiar smile. I looked to my father who sat there with his arms crossed emotionless as always.
Rather I needed to say something I shuttered. That wasnt right, tell you something. I just cant find the words My voice kept fading in and out. I felt my phone vibrate in my jeans, Ive been waiting to make sure I know to see if there was any change
Yes? She pressed. My throat was dry. I needed something to drink. Was this moment really happening? Had I really go to this point?
Oh God I said softly. My eyes fell to the floor I just This was it, I could never come back to this instant and I just had to say it, Mom, Dad, I have a small dick. Silence. Finally I looked up to the both of them. My mother sat perfectly still her mouth slightly dropped. The silence was deafening. After what felt like an eternity dad leaned forward in his
How small? He asked so simply. My back stiffened.
Three inches hard. I said almost silently.
Oh my God. Mom let out too quickly. Her hand flew to her mouth and she began shaking her head, No honey there is no way.
Its true. I forced out the words but I could feel the pain in my throat growing, It sucks but its true. Ive measured so many times
Measure She repeated, Measure you probably got it wrong honey. You probably measured it wrong! I shook my head. My father groaned and stood up. Instinctively I stepped back unsure of what he was about to do. He looked me up and down.
Lower your pants.
What I questioned. He had said it so easily as if hed just asked me to clear the table.
You heard me. He turned and headed towards a large kitchen door. I stood there awkwardly. My mother was still silent on the loveseat. I bit lip and slowly unbuttoned my fly and pulled the zipper down. Was this really happened? Why couldnt they take me by my word? Only a few friends had seen me naked and per usual they thought I had a small dick. I could hear my father digging through some drawer. I knew there was so getting out of this, not anymore. I tried my best to swallow through the lump in my throat. Grabbing the tops of my jeans and the elastic of my turquoise boxer-briefs and lowered them a few inches before letting gravity take over.
Oh my God. My mother said. Again. I closed my eyes. On display now was my one inch soft dick almost covered by the trimmed pubic hair surrounding it. I had always tried to keep my hair trimmed. I was uncut but and due to my small size the hair often got stuck inside my foreskin causing it to be pulled, Mark, hes so small. But hes soft
Well he better get that thing hard before I get in there. My dads voice bellowed through the kitchen. I had to get hard in front of my parents. Fuck. I lifted my dick with my thumb and index finger and slowly began massaging it between the two. I tried my best to think of my girlfriend, Jessica. She was beautiful with soft flawless skin and amble breasts. Id only gotten the chance to see them one a few weeks ago. She and I had made a vow that we would try are best not to be sexual. With friends getting pregnant all around us in High School, neither of us wanted to risk it. But even for that moment those boobs were amazing, just a shade lighter hen the rest of her body with rose like nipples. I felt my dick raising, getting harder. With the growing length I was able to add an additional finger, but that was it. Just as the image of Jessica began to fill my mind my dad was back in the room with a green transparent ruler in his hand. He wasted no time coming to my side.
Are you going to get that thing all the why hard or what? He asked. I looked down to the perfect shaft with the retracted foreskin that made a perfect band around my dick. My head was a light purple shaped just like the models in porn. I had to admit my dick was perfection just in miniature.
Uh I am hard. I said. I heard my mom hiss then stand up.
Jesus. My dad exclaimed. I was shocked when instead of handing me the ruler he shoved my hands away. With ease he took my entire dick in his hand and covered it completely. My face turned red, I couldnt believe this was happening.
Dad I muttered. He didnt care. Letting the top of my dick go her took the ruler and placed it at the base, running the length over the surface.
Three inches. Oh dear God. My mother threw her hands in the air. My dad grumbled, lifted the ruler and placed it down at a slightly different angle and still the tip of the head hit three inches.
Fuck. He cursed and lifted the ruler from my dick. He took a few steps away from me shaking his head, God damn it. Fuck. I took the time to quickly reach down and grab my pants and boxer briefs. My dick was already softening.
Its really not that bad I tried to calm them.
Not that bad, not that bad! My dad had begun to shout. Mother had found herself a place on the loveseat again with her face pressed into her hands, Are you serious? Do you really think a woman is going to want to have sex with that? Do you realize what a disappointment that dick is?
Can you really call it a dick, Mark? Mom proclaimed through her hands, Does anyone know about this? Jessica? The basketball team, you have to change in the locker rooms.
No Jessica doesnt know and the team I paused thinking of all the times Ive rushed to the locker room to change before anyone else, all the excuses I came up with so I didnt have to shower beside them, I find ways around it.
Did you hear that Mark! Mom shouted, Hes hiding it! This is just great I wanted grandchildren!
I can still
Bullshit. My mothers grace had disappeared, Do you really think a womans going to want to have sex with a three inch dick now a days? With all the porn and men they have access to and you think your little boyhood is going to give her what she needs. My mother looked back to my dad who just stood there with the ruler in his hand.
This is fucking disgusting. He hissed. I wanted to cry and I could slowly feel the tears building in my eyes, At least we know why youre such a pussy now. He shook his head, God dammit Linda.
This isnt my fault! My mother shouted jumping from her seat, Dont put this on me!
Really, you swore to me you never had that affair back in Mayfair and now this! He shouted, I dont really see my big ass dick creating such a piss ant of a penis over there.
I told you I never did a thing with Jackson! My mother shouted. I wanted to run. This isnt how I wanted this to go at all. I felt like I was about to lose it. But with that my mother started crying and pushed her way past my father and into the kitchen. He looked my way.
Now look what youve down. Leering at me, This is only the first of a very long line of disappointments for you. Now go to your room!
Okay I said softly, I didnt mean to I
Of course you didnt. But you have a small dick, and small dicks cant control anything. You dont have the testosterone to be man enough. Now go to your room! He shouted. I quickly turned and sprinted to the stairs. I only looked back once to see him making his way into the kitchen. I shuttered. This just couldnt have happened.
So what is going on Zach? That familiar soft voice rang. I had asked for a little time after dad had gotten off work, for them both to be there.
Nothing. I muttered. Just that word alone bothered me. I watch my mother in her soft fink floral top make her way to the large brown loveseat sitting adjacent to me.
Why did you want to talk to your dad and I?
I would like to wait for dad. I answered. I was now starring at the dark carpeting but I could feel my moms brown eyes locked on me.
Are you Okay?
Im fine, mom. I responded. With that the front door came open. I could hear a car pass by. In taking up the large door frame was my father. He was forty two with a thick beard that led down to a tuft of chest hair making its appearance over dark overalls stained in years of working with cars. He was a manly man through and through. That made this all the worse.
Whats going on here? He asked in that deep monotone.
Zach was wanting to talk to us. Mom said. She pushed the long blonde bangs out of her eyes. My father threw his keys into a dish sitting on a wicker tables next to a large staircase. That clang sounded all the louder now, with my heart beating in my ears.
Could I at least change? He asked. There was a pause. Mom looked to me. She could always see right through me.
No. Hun, could you just come here for a moment. She reached her hand into the air and motioned for my dad to come. I could hear him groan. Maybe this wasnt the right time. I shifted my gaze about the room trying to avoid contact with my parents.
Fine. He said and stomped across the room. For a moment I thought he was just going to stand there. I know how mother never liked him to sit on the furniture in his work clothes but with a gesture beside her, mom allowed him to sit. I looked to the door wondering how fast I could make it out them if I had to run. My dad was an quarterback in high school, I didnt see myself getting far. So whats going on?
I just needed My voice trailed off. I pressed my thighs together trying to take some of the pressure off. Finally I stood up, I wasnt sure why.
Take your time. Mom said with that familiar smile. I looked to my father who sat there with his arms crossed emotionless as always.
Rather I needed to say something I shuttered. That wasnt right, tell you something. I just cant find the words My voice kept fading in and out. I felt my phone vibrate in my jeans, Ive been waiting to make sure I know to see if there was any change
Yes? She pressed. My throat was dry. I needed something to drink. Was this moment really happening? Had I really go to this point?
Oh God I said softly. My eyes fell to the floor I just This was it, I could never come back to this instant and I just had to say it, Mom, Dad, I have a small dick. Silence. Finally I looked up to the both of them. My mother sat perfectly still her mouth slightly dropped. The silence was deafening. After what felt like an eternity dad leaned forward in his
How small? He asked so simply. My back stiffened.
Three inches hard. I said almost silently.
Oh my God. Mom let out too quickly. Her hand flew to her mouth and she began shaking her head, No honey there is no way.
Its true. I forced out the words but I could feel the pain in my throat growing, It sucks but its true. Ive measured so many times
Measure She repeated, Measure you probably got it wrong honey. You probably measured it wrong! I shook my head. My father groaned and stood up. Instinctively I stepped back unsure of what he was about to do. He looked me up and down.
Lower your pants.
What I questioned. He had said it so easily as if hed just asked me to clear the table.
You heard me. He turned and headed towards a large kitchen door. I stood there awkwardly. My mother was still silent on the loveseat. I bit lip and slowly unbuttoned my fly and pulled the zipper down. Was this really happened? Why couldnt they take me by my word? Only a few friends had seen me naked and per usual they thought I had a small dick. I could hear my father digging through some drawer. I knew there was so getting out of this, not anymore. I tried my best to swallow through the lump in my throat. Grabbing the tops of my jeans and the elastic of my turquoise boxer-briefs and lowered them a few inches before letting gravity take over.
Oh my God. My mother said. Again. I closed my eyes. On display now was my one inch soft dick almost covered by the trimmed pubic hair surrounding it. I had always tried to keep my hair trimmed. I was uncut but and due to my small size the hair often got stuck inside my foreskin causing it to be pulled, Mark, hes so small. But hes soft
Well he better get that thing hard before I get in there. My dads voice bellowed through the kitchen. I had to get hard in front of my parents. Fuck. I lifted my dick with my thumb and index finger and slowly began massaging it between the two. I tried my best to think of my girlfriend, Jessica. She was beautiful with soft flawless skin and amble breasts. Id only gotten the chance to see them one a few weeks ago. She and I had made a vow that we would try are best not to be sexual. With friends getting pregnant all around us in High School, neither of us wanted to risk it. But even for that moment those boobs were amazing, just a shade lighter hen the rest of her body with rose like nipples. I felt my dick raising, getting harder. With the growing length I was able to add an additional finger, but that was it. Just as the image of Jessica began to fill my mind my dad was back in the room with a green transparent ruler in his hand. He wasted no time coming to my side.
Are you going to get that thing all the why hard or what? He asked. I looked down to the perfect shaft with the retracted foreskin that made a perfect band around my dick. My head was a light purple shaped just like the models in porn. I had to admit my dick was perfection just in miniature.
Uh I am hard. I said. I heard my mom hiss then stand up.
Jesus. My dad exclaimed. I was shocked when instead of handing me the ruler he shoved my hands away. With ease he took my entire dick in his hand and covered it completely. My face turned red, I couldnt believe this was happening.
Dad I muttered. He didnt care. Letting the top of my dick go her took the ruler and placed it at the base, running the length over the surface.
Three inches. Oh dear God. My mother threw her hands in the air. My dad grumbled, lifted the ruler and placed it down at a slightly different angle and still the tip of the head hit three inches.
Fuck. He cursed and lifted the ruler from my dick. He took a few steps away from me shaking his head, God damn it. Fuck. I took the time to quickly reach down and grab my pants and boxer briefs. My dick was already softening.
Its really not that bad I tried to calm them.
Not that bad, not that bad! My dad had begun to shout. Mother had found herself a place on the loveseat again with her face pressed into her hands, Are you serious? Do you really think a woman is going to want to have sex with that? Do you realize what a disappointment that dick is?
Can you really call it a dick, Mark? Mom proclaimed through her hands, Does anyone know about this? Jessica? The basketball team, you have to change in the locker rooms.
No Jessica doesnt know and the team I paused thinking of all the times Ive rushed to the locker room to change before anyone else, all the excuses I came up with so I didnt have to shower beside them, I find ways around it.
Did you hear that Mark! Mom shouted, Hes hiding it! This is just great I wanted grandchildren!
I can still
Bullshit. My mothers grace had disappeared, Do you really think a womans going to want to have sex with a three inch dick now a days? With all the porn and men they have access to and you think your little boyhood is going to give her what she needs. My mother looked back to my dad who just stood there with the ruler in his hand.
This is fucking disgusting. He hissed. I wanted to cry and I could slowly feel the tears building in my eyes, At least we know why youre such a pussy now. He shook his head, God dammit Linda.
This isnt my fault! My mother shouted jumping from her seat, Dont put this on me!
Really, you swore to me you never had that affair back in Mayfair and now this! He shouted, I dont really see my big ass dick creating such a piss ant of a penis over there.
I told you I never did a thing with Jackson! My mother shouted. I wanted to run. This isnt how I wanted this to go at all. I felt like I was about to lose it. But with that my mother started crying and pushed her way past my father and into the kitchen. He looked my way.
Now look what youve down. Leering at me, This is only the first of a very long line of disappointments for you. Now go to your room!
Okay I said softly, I didnt mean to I
Of course you didnt. But you have a small dick, and small dicks cant control anything. You dont have the testosterone to be man enough. Now go to your room! He shouted. I quickly turned and sprinted to the stairs. I only looked back once to see him making his way into the kitchen. I shuttered. This just couldnt have happened.
