You mention how tiny it is

"I am trying to paint you, but to be honest, Timothy, that is one hell of a small pecker you've got down there, dude. I can barely see it from here.”

I started giggling uncontrollably with my eyes wide open, gawking at the teeny tiny hose between his thick legs. From this, he covered his little compact member with his hands.

"Haha, Timothy, my boy, if you are going to cover up your little baby penis, you just need your pinky to do the job."

He was red-faced like a bright maraschino cherry (pun intended).

He yelled, "Quit your childish laughing, and don't tell anyone about my penis, okay Stevie."

"For one stumpy, it isn't childish to laugh at your little cock because anyone would laugh at something so tiny, minuscule, and outlandish. You should be used to that. Second, you can't call whatever that is a penis if we are being honest here. Call it something more appropriate, like a snack-sized ding-a-ling or an undersized tallywhacker."

"No way, that makes me sound like a little boy, like you.”

"Haha, I’m not the little boy. You are down there, little man. Now, uncover that little thing of yours. Share how tiny you are with the world.”

He sighed and uncovered his small dagger dicklette, one which babies would be embarrassed to have.

I looked at his shaftless, limp crotch, giggled, and pointed, "Now, if you are going to refer to your little pee-pee, you need to use more truthful and creative words to describe that genetically diminished ding-dong. Go back to what you said before, pathetic inchworm.”

He looked utterly livid and horrified, "Fine. Don't tell anyone about my wee-wee again."

I shot him a look of disappointment, “No. Do it again.”

“Don't tell anyone about my tiny wee-wee again.”

“I need more than that, you dickless fish.”

“God damn! Don't tell anyone about my insanely tiny, undeveloped micro wee-wee again. It’s so damn tiny I wank with one finger.”

I winked and said, "That's better, and we'll see baby boy.”

"You promised you wouldn't tell anyone about my little one-inch wonder."

"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone about that mini-disaster in your pants. It would ruin your life and convict you as a pathological liar. Of all those times you told us about the women you 'dated.' Now, strike a pose with your pre-school-looking cocklette."

He looked pretty sad and defeated but continued to give such manly poses by flexing his alpha-looking muscles despite having nothing between his legs. There was just a thin, weak muscle acorn head with no shaft resting between his raisin-sized balls. What a little bump.

"Haha, there is no need to look manly when you've got nothing down there. How can you ever be a man with all that? I don’t even know how you make love with something so screwed up. Just be yourself, Tiny Tim. Look confident but graceful about having an itty bitty tiny cocklette.”

He looked beyond embarrassed, but I was just getting started. I was actually enjoying myself. I constantly stared at his little pee-wee dinky as it just meditated between his little toddler-like, undescended balls.