3 Inches

There was another reason, aside from being shorter and skinnier, that he would top. While his dick was around 8 or 9 inches hard, my uncut dick was just over three. I was incredibly nervous when he first felt my cock through my jeans, and asked if there was a reason I wasn't hard yet. I blushed, and admitted I was. Sitting on his bed with him, he leaned in to kiss me while he unbuttoned my jeans, reached in without taking them off, and cupped my balls in his hand. "Your cheeks have turned pink, you don't have to be embarrassed babe." I was grateful for that; it decreased the humiliation a tremendous amount. That was the kindness I missed as he grew more cold. We were cuddling together after a long school day one Friday night, both in our boxers with his crotch against my ass, when he gently slipped his fingers beneath my wasteland and cupped my ass-cheek. I reached behind and rubbed his cock through his boxers: he was hard. Suddenly he grabbed my balls, weirdly aggressively, and whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Ryan. I'm breaking up with you. The problem is, I don't want you to enjoy anyone else after me. While there's no way for me to make you promise that, I know I can do other things to ensure I'm your first and last."