Three small showstoppers

John's hands had shook for a reason. He knew from experience, research, and just looking down, that his wedding tackle was not the biggest. In fact, it was small. Very small. Still, there was no getting out of this situation now without dropping his pants. Even if he did quit the game and leave the party, everyone would just assume he had a little dick anyway. He might as well bare the truth now, and hope that Miranda could still like him afterwards. Heck, maybe she'd respect his honesty.

John's jeans hit the ground with a thump, and he waited with screwed up eyes for the inevitable reactions. They didn't come. The two inch long length of his member twitched in the air like it , but it didn't get one. All he heard was a protracted moment of silence, that drew on and on until he just couldn't bear it anymore. He had to open his eyes, even if opening them meant seeing his crush laughing at him so hard that she couldn't even make a noise.

Instead, he saw her looking simply confused. The breath stopped in his throat when her eyes fell to his crotch, but the expression on her face didn't change. In fact, she still bore the same dumbstruck look as she glanced form John, to Matt, to Tom, and then back to the start again. She had definitely seen his cock, more than once, but she had said nothing. No laughter, no disappointment, no words of comfort. His crush had barely reacted.

That was almost worse than what he had imagined. Was his dick so unappealing that it had broken his crush's brain? But it wasn't just Miranda that was quiet, everyone was, Sarah and Nicole too. John had no idea what had happened.

Wondering why on earth everyone was so silent, he turned his head to look at Matt to his right, and realized with a start that his dick was small too. He couldn't really tell if it was bigger or smaller than his own, but it was definitely under 3 inches. That made John feel better, even if it was at the expense of his friend. At least he wasn't alone in having a small pecker.

That must have been why the girls were so quiet. The odds of having two such little dicks at the same party must have shocked the words out of them. John nearly turned his head to look forward again, content with his answer, when he saw something that made him as confused as everyone else.

"That's right ladies, drink it in," Tom chuckled, planting his hands on his hips and thrusting his crotch forward. In the center of his groin, so proudly displayed, was a dick as small as John's. Two and a half inches at most, no thicker than a thumb, and with moderately sized balls to match. Despite it's obvious inadequacies, Tom showed it off like it was the best cock that anyone had ever seen.

The befuddled silence carried on for a little while longer, until Sarah finally brought it to it's end.

"Ha ha, looks like you've got some competition Tom!"

Tom glanced to his side, finally noticing that the two other men in the room were similarly poorly equipped. "Pfft," he huffed, "I bet they can't do half of what I can!" Despite being unveiled as only having a small dick, his bravado hadn't decreased at all. If anything, having his short cock out only made his arrogance worse.

"What the fuck is going on?" Miranda asked, left eye twitching as she continued to glance from one dick to the next.

"I don't know, maybe there's something in the water in this town," Sarah shrugged.

"Not like that," Miranda replied, "well, maybe like that, but I mean. . . I thought you got with Tom because he had a massive dong, what gives?" Miranda sounded almost disappointed that Tom's dick was small, something that made John feel worse.

"I said 'Tom makes me feel things no other guy can,' if you read anything else into that then it's your own fault."

"So you don't mind guys with little. . . y'knows?" Matt asked, his eyes alight with hope.

"Of course not," his crush smiled, "so long as they're willing to do other things for me. Which Tom just so happens to be very capable of." The mention of Tom again made Matt's smile sour, but he still looked happier than he had before he'd dropped his pants.

"What do you think, Miranda?" John asked, eager to get confirmation from his own crush that what he had was okay.

"I don't think I have much choice," she sighed, laughing slightly as she spoke, only for her cheeks to redden as she realized what she had implied. "Not that I was planning on hooking up with any of you, or anything."

While her hazel eyes were trained on him, John pushed his hips forward, in a vain effort to make his small cock look bigger. Whether it worked or not was unclear, but he could tell that the effort made Miranda smile, even if the smile was unreadable. Hoping that her expression was genuine, John smiled back. He hoped that he was appearing as confident, and not crazy, as he happily shoved his pelvis forward.

"What's the matter, Nicole?" Tom suddenly called out, dragging all attention back to him, "like what you see?" Nicole had been staring at his dick, her blonde brow furrowed in thought. The spotlight unexpectedly swinging to her made her cheeks blush and her blue eyes widen in shock, but she didn't back down.

"As if I would ever like your tiny, insignificant-" she began to retort, only to stop herself when she remembered her audience. Matt and John, her friends, both had dicks the same size as Tom's. She couldn't very well insult his size without indirectly insulting them too. In fact, their plaintive eyes awaiting the end of her sentence were enough to **** her back to the start of her insult.

"As if I would ever like anything about you, you insignificant asshole!" The finished result of her recalculation wasn't very impactful, and it still left Matt and John looking at her with baleful expressions. Tom wasn't impressed either, smirking at her words before responding.

"I could make you moan my name in two minutes with both hands tied behind my back, shortstuff."

"I'd like to see you try!" Nicole answered without thinking, her blush deepening as she realized what she'd just said. "I-I mean, n-not a chance!" Even though the guys in the room had all just taken their dicks out, all eyes remained on Nicole, making her cringe and squirm until she finally had enough.

"H-hey, Sarah. Your dare is over, who's turn is it next?" She asked, trying to get the attention off herself. As she spoke, she covered her modest, bra clad, breasts with her arms, clearly uncomfortable with the attention she was getting whilst only half dressed.

Sarah laughed at the petite girl predicament, that she had gotten herself in to purely through her own running mouth.

"Okay, lemme think," the buxom red haired girl giggled, twirling one red lock around her index finger.

While she thought, John did so too.

He felt a lot better knowing that Tom's dick wasn't bigger than his, at least, but all that meant was that they were all on an even playing field now. Except for the fact that Tom had a lot of confidence in himself that Sarah seemed to be backing up, so maybe John still had something to worry about. He would still be competing with his rival for his crush, but at least now he knew that size definitely wasn't everything.

At the same time as John, Sarah wrapped up her own thoughts.

"Okay! I know who should draw next!"

"I choose . . . "

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