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“I’m going.”

Alex’s expression curdled. He rushed over towards Lou, who turned and walked away.

“C’mon bro! It’ll be fun!”

Lou looked over his shoulder, gritting his teeth once he gandered at Tristian’s palms stealing to Debbie’s bowed rear. He did not stand a chance with his small cock, even behind the artificial limb in his pants. Why did he delude himself? He should have just contacted the doctor’s office to pursue the surgery. At least he would have found happiness with his size.

“Bro!” called his friend once more, the urgency getting under his skin.

Alex would not understand. He did not think he could. Even chasing after him, his dick swayed rhythmically like a hypnotist's pocket watch. He savoured the abstraction of such an experience. His fake bravado stemming from masculine delusions he founded since he remembered. Without it, he was nothing. As insignificant as his infinitesimal sausage. Laughable to the point of deserving disdain and mockery.

Especially mockery.