Robert Scarlet

Robert Scarlet was a 21 year old college student, living at home with his parents to save on dorm costs while pursuing his undergraduate degree. At 6 feet tall and 170 pounds, he had a lithe, toned physique from his passion for martial arts.

With his orangish red hair, pale complexion, and petite features, Robert often felt self-conscious about his body. Especially his penis, which he assumed was rather average at only 4.66 inches long and a mere 4 inches in circumference, hard or soft. Just a tiny circumcised head peeking out from his modest scrotum.

But most of his post-pubescent life, Robert had never really paid much attention to the size of his manhood. He figured most porn stars were freakishly endowed guys from the top percentile. Regular dudes couldn't measure up to that. And Robert was happy enough as a regular dude.

That all changed one day as Robert waited for his psychology lecture to begin. A gaggle of gorgeous sorority sisters chatted nearby about something called "small penis porn." Robert's ears perked up. He'd never heard of such a thing before. The very existence of it made something in him clench with insecurity.

Hands sweating, he hurried home after class, mind reeling. And when Robert got there, he immediately fired up his laptop and plopped down on his bed, determined to investigate this whole small penis porn phenomenon.

Robert's mouth went dry as he scrolled through video after video. Hard, pink, and throbbing, the men's cocks bounced and bobbed, eclipsing his own in inches. But none of them were super hung - most were actually rather...diminutive. 4, 5, 6 inches max.

Robert couldn't believe his eyes. He'd never felt smaller in his life. In his entire post-pubescent existence, Robert had assumed his dick was more or less average. Some guys were bigger, some were smaller. He was most certainly not small. Was he?

Feverishly, Robert kept scrolling, each video stoking the fire of desire and doubt in his loins. Eyes glued to cock after cock after cock, Robert stroked his own shaft, which had quickly stiffened to attention in his boxer briefs.

An hour passed. Then two. Robert's wrist ached from committedly jacking his own too-small prick, but he couldn't seem to stop. The shame and arousal had him trapped in their feverish cycle.

As the night stretched on, Robert's cock ached as badly as his wrist did, when a particularly enthusiastic scene caused him to blow his load. Hunching over his computer in the dark, gasping frantically, he came and came and came, pumping stream after stream of jizz all over himself, the keyboard, the monitor.

Slumping back on the mattress, chest still heaving, Robert finally allowed the enormity of what he'd just discovered to sink in. With the exception of the odd micro prick, the cocks he'd seen had all been, well, remarkably small. The women loved them! Some videos even had guys with dicks tinier than Robert's own!