About his dating life

"I still can't get over how tiny your penis is, Timothy. Tell me, I've heard all the stories about your adventures with different women. Were they true? Have you actually ever had a woman?"

He looked ashamed, "Of course.”

I snarkily looked through his lies, “Tell me the truth, little boy.”

“No, I've never had one."

I looked directly at his microdong and said, "I can definitely see that."

Timothy burned from embarrassment as I kept teasing him about his midsection misfortune.

I started drawing his lower body and asked, "Okay tiny junk baby, it's one thing not to be in a relationship with someone, but please tell me, have you ever had sex with a woman?”

"The truth is, I haven't."

I stopped what I was doing and walked up to Timothy to take a closer gander at his underdeveloped pickle, "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense."

I was inches away from his little wiggling half-inch chode. I wanted to give it a little kiss, but I decided not.

I walked back, holding my mouth and giggling.

“Tell me what happened when you took different women to the bedroom?”

“They would be excited to have sex with me, but the moment they saw my shortcomings, they would laugh uncontrollably or make up some excuse.

“I can’t say I blame them. Are you embarrassed, Timothy?"

"Yes, I have never been more embarrassed in my whole life."

"Why is that?"

"Because you keep teasing my little guy and me."

“Aww. I am sorry you are embarrassed that you have a 0.5-inch wee-wee. I could really stare at this little pee-pee all day. It is so cute and innocent. I mean, you are still a baby virgin. Have you been embarrassed at other times?"

"Yes, my immediate family knew about my little penis. My mom would constantly walk in on me showering to remind me to wash my little bottoms, and my dad would regularly check on my growth. He would be angry when I wasn't where he wanted me to be. I remember he took me to a urologist to discuss my lack of development. He asked the doctor why my penis was so ‘damn tiny,’ and I was 19. The doctor merely giggled and told my dad that some boys or men are just tiny. Once, my extended family was having a barbeque, and I tried out the new pool slide. There was a sharp edge at the bottom that I overlooked. It caught my trunks. I didn’t notice, and I ran up to try the slide again, and my whole family was pointing and laughing at my pinky-winky genitals. After that day, everyone knew I was packing a baby penis. They never let me live it down. Repeatedly, I was pansted and teased.”

"Haha, poor Timothy. It must have been horrifying that your family knew you would never satisfy a woman in bed. I can't believe I am painting a naked toddler like you."

"Dammit. Stevie, stop, fuck."

I couldn't resist, "Well, 'fuck' is what you can't do with a little pee-pee like yours. Turn around so that I can get your back."

He turned around, and I started painting his backside. He had a big meaty bubble ass.

I whistled, "Beautiful ass, Timothy, too bad about the stagnated front. You really need a tan on your ass, though. Your bits are just little candy-sized gherkins. What a shame."

"You talk a big game. Show me what you've got."

I immediately yanked my shorts and underwear down with confidence. My long cock, around eight inches, sprang in his face.

"I have a reason to talk a big game. You do not."

He looked away, knowing where we both stood as men. You just needed to look at what we were both packing to know. I pulled up my pants, and someone shows up.