Keep a secret

“I need you to keep a very very precious secret. And I also need you not to freak out or laugh,” Tom said. “I have a feeling and I don’t normally do this, but I think I can trust you.”

“Alright,” Lauren said. “As long as you are not a serial killer, I’ll keep your secret. What is it?”

Tom gulped. Tom reached for his pants and unbuckled them. Lauren raised an eyebrow. Tom dropped his pants. Lauren stared at his big bulge. “You have a big cock?” Lauren said. “That’s your secret?”

“No,” Tom said. “This is.”

He pulled down his underwear and the padding fell out. Lauren’s eyes widened as she stared at his little dick. She looked up at Tom and then back down and then up again. “Wow,” she said. “I was not expecting that.”

“It’s why I didn’t want you... grabbing my pants,” Tom said. “I’ve always felt insecure about my... size. I compensate by being a total jackass and it usually wards off any suspicion. It helps that I worked out so that I can at least walk around shirtless so no one questions it. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but... something tells me... you can relate to my situation. Am I correct?”

Lauren stood there, not sure what to do or say. “I...” Lauren said.

She was NOT expecting that. But she understood. Of course she understood, after all... she was the same way.