Small

Ryan frowned.

He'd always wished he'd been blessed with a bigger penis. And the fact that he wasn't caused a sigh to escape his lips. While the one girl he'd had sex with hadn't complained about his size at the time, he'd heard later on that she'd called him "small" to her friends. It was part of the reason why he tried to eat well and work out as much as he did, an attempt to compensate for something. Still, there was nothing he could really do about it.

Getting ready to start the day, he dressed in tighty-whities and socks; then he threw on a pair of worn blue jeans. This was followed by a white t-shirt and a blue, plaid, button up shirt (which he didn't button up). Satisfied with his appearance, he walked out of his door and headed downstairs where, from the smell of things, his mom was just about finished breakfast.