Date: Sat, 27 Jun 2020 00:42:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Eben Gerrard <ebengerrard@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Love That You're Bigger

I LOVE THAT YOU'RE BIGGER
by Eben Gerrard

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CONTENT WARNING

The following erotic story is entirely fictional. It contains the following
themes:

- Small Penis Teasing [SPT] (which is not the same as Small Penis
Humiliation [SPH]) 
- Foreskin play (especially tight foreskin)
- Consensual sexual contact between minors
- Aftercare and a soppy ending

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permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the author.

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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

This is the first time that I've submitted a story to Nifty. In a way, I am
using this as a method to interrogate my own fetishes. I will be writing
more stories around this theme/idea of penis size difference and the
various ways it tends to manifest in and influence gay relationships. My
other (fetishist) themes of interest include premature ejaculation,
positive power play (as somewhat depicted here), incest, and orgasm
denial. I intend to write stories that include or explore these themes in
various age groups and different relationship dynamics.

I would love to hear some feedback! Please do not hesitate to e-mail me at
ebengerrard@yahoo.com

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"So we both show at the same time?"

I hesitated. No one's home and we're in my bedroom, so that's not my issue.

"Yeah."

Maybe if I delay a bit longer? Maybe if I...

"On three?"

Maybe he's not that much bigger? Possibly by a centimetre.

But I know from looking at people in urinals at the mall. I know from
looking at classmates when they got undressed after P.E. I was smaller. I
faced the corner.

"One..."

There's no turning back now.

"Two..."

Well, maybe we could...

"Three!"

He flashed. It was only a moment, but I knew.

"You didn't show your whole thing. I only saw the top."

I looked away.

"Sorry. Uhm, again at three?"

"Nah," he smiled. "I don't think I'm scared anymore. It's like my dad says:
if you've done one difficult thing, the next becomes easier."

He pulled down his pants, and I saw it.

We were both 12 and in the same class. We were each other's only real
friends. The only big difference between us was that he was strawberry
blond, and I had dark brown hair. Well, now there was another big
difference.

"Don't think I'm not shy. I am. But we promised," he reasoned. I could see
he was resisting the urge to cover up. His hands where hanging
uncomfortably at his side.

His penis was flaccid and hung heavily over his balls. He was significantly
bigger than me. At least I had hair.

"How big is it?" I asked.

"Well, now I'm nervous. I don't know." He shrugged and looked down at
it. "It doesn't really matter, though. My brother says we're all kinda the
same size anyway."

He was lucky to have a brother AND a father. I only have a mother.

"So show me!" he insisted. He kicked his pants off and walked over to me.

"Okay! Okay!" I took my pants off. I folded them neatly on the bed.

"Cool underwear," he smirked. He was close to me now, and I could count his
freckles. I was wearing Superman. I wonder if Clark Kent ever felt scared?

I turned away from him and pulled down my underwear, kicking them into a
corner. I should have folded them, I thought pointlessly. I turned around,
and we saw each other naked for the first time.  We've been friends for two
years. Ever since we sat next to each other in class. We were part of the
unfortunates: our teacher only had four fingers on her one hand. People
thought she was scary. She was actually lovely. We were the only ones that
liked her; we saw past her fingers. And so we bonded.

He looked down at my penis. I was looking desperately for an expression. To
read his thoughts.  Usually, I could. All I got was...

"Oh..."

I needed to say something.

"How big is your brother?"

I don't know why I said that, but it felt weird. He hadn't yet looked away
from my penis.

"Uh..." he thought, still looking at my penis. "He says he's 14
centimetres, but that's when he plays with it. But he's already 16, so he's
meant to be bigger."

His penis began to swell up. He suddenly sprinted out the room. "Hold on!"
he shouted from down the hall. I felt weird standing alone, so I sat on my
bed. I looked down at my penis. I didn't know exactly how big it was, but
it wasn't close to 14 centimetres. That sounded huge.

Before long, he returned. He had a ruler with him.

"Okay!" he announced. "Let's measure." He came and sat down next to
me. "You're my friend. I know you feel weird. I know you turn away in P.E."

I blushed and looked down. He put his arm around my shoulder.  "Don't
worry. It's maybe a little small soft, but when you play with it, it gets
bigger, yeah?"  I nodded, still looking down.

"So let's measure it soft and then hard. That way we can see how close we
get to 14 centimetres."  I hesitated again. Something stirred. I could feel
myself puffing up. He had better measure before I get hard, otherwise...

"Okay!" I said. I stood up in front of him.

"Hold still," he instructed. The ruler was cold. He brought his fancy metal
ruler. He pressed it against my penis. "I'm going to try and press it down
a bit so I can get the best possible measurement. It pushes out a bit
because your balls are a bit tight." He pressed the ruler down against my
penis. I began swelling a bit. He pulled it back.

"Uh..." he said, examining the ruler.

"So?" I probed.

"Four centimetres," he said, giving me the ruler. "My turn."

He stood up and stood in front of me. I sat on the bed. I didn't have to
push his penis down because they were already dangling heavily. It was as
though they parted ways to make space for his manhood.

"So how long am I?" he asked.

It was six-and-a-half centimetres.

"Six centimetres," I answered. He didn't need the missing half.

"Yeah, that's about average, I think. I mean, everyone in class seems about
my size."  I felt a sudden urge to say something. I didn't know what it
was, but then it came out: "What does it feel like to be that big?"

He looked down at me. An odd expression crossed his face. It might have
been pity. Or a smile. Or both. I felt ashamed the moment I asked, and I
looked down again.

"Hey, don't worry!" He sat down next to me.

"I don't know how it feels. I think it just feels normal?"

I nodded.

"Look," he said, "You're small when you're soft. Whatever. You don't look
weird in Speedo's. I think it's cool."

I looked at him. He was smiling, his freckles shining.

"Let's get hard," he said. "Then we'll measure again."

We lay down next to each other, looking at the ceiling. My fingers fumbling
with my small penis. It felt as though we should respect each other's
privacy. Don't look down. Not yet. Wait until the signal.

"Ready?"

Oh, the signal came quickly. But I was hard.

"Yeah," I said, looking him in the eyes. For the first time, I noticed they
were green. He was smiling reassuringly at me. "Don't worry," he
whispered. "Okay," I replied lamely.

We looked down. There was no mistaking it. He was much bigger than me. My
penis didn't even penetrate the foreskin. His purple head was completely
exposed.

"Isn't that painful?" I asked him. My head was so sensitive, I couldn't
touch it.

"It used to be when I was little," he said examining it.

"How little?" I asked.

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

I thought a bit. "When last where you as little as me?"

"Nine, maybe?" He was clearly trying to remember. "Well, maybe it wasn't as
small as yours, but I remember my head was a bit sensitive. But it started
kinda popping out on its own."

He scrambled on his other side for a moment and showed me the ruler.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked.

"I think..." I hesitated again. I was scared of what I was about to say. "I
think it's almost nice that we can talk about it."

He smiled and pressed the ruler against his penis.

"No way!" He jumped up. He stood in front of me. "Look at that!" He pressed
the ruler against the top of his penis. I saw the measurement. "14
Centimetres!" He was grinning broadly. He radiated confidence when he
smiled. "I think my brother is tiny. I'm younger than him and already his
size."

He handed me the ruler. "Your turn."

I took the ruler. I've never been this hard before. I could see a small tip
of my head peeking through the tight opening of my foreskin. I stood up,
wanting to give myself a fair chance. I placed the ruler over my penis.

"Six-and-a-half centimetres," I said quickly.

"Hold on," he took the ruler from me and held my penis. I thought I would
orgasm. He pressed the ruler against my penis again. "No," he said. "It's
only six centimetres."

He threw the ruler on the bed and looked me in the eye.

"That's so cool. You're as big hard when I'm soft!"

My penis twitched. I let out a little whimper of pleasure. He saw the
twitch. He looked me in the eye again. Suddenly he took off his shirt. His
milky white skin bare. His pink nipples. His flat stomach. I saw it
all. But his penis, pointing at me. Bigger than I could ever hope to be. He
moved closer to me, and he took off my shirt. I wasn't quite as slender as
he was, but at that moment, I had bigger worries. Before I knew it, he
hugged me. He held me tightly. His hands running down my back. I could feel
his large manhood pressed against my small appendage.

"I'm sorry," he said in my ear. "It must feel bad being so small. It's not
your fault, you know." I was twitching against him, and he could feel
it. "Are you..." and now he twitched... "a bit jealous?"

I didn't know how to respond. I thought I was going to cum.

"Yes," I answered, holding him tightly against me. I was shaking.

"It's okay," he whispered. He stroked my back. His fingers stopping just
above my bum. He brought his right hand to my left, and took it in his. He
guided my hand down to his penis. "Hold it." He didn't need to ask me
twice. My hand folded around the large circumference. My fingers couldn't
quite reach around it. I was holding it at the base, but there was still so
much dick left. "How does that feel?" he asked.

"Huge," I admitted. I smiled at him. He giggled. "It's so weird! I never
thought I was big at all until I saw you hard." He twitched again. "Try and
stroke it," he said softly.

Instinctively, I unwrapped my hand and put my thumb and index finger just
behind the ridge and began stroking. "That's weird," he said, looking down.

"What?" I thought I had done something wrong. I was specifically not trying
to touch the head because I didn't want to hurt him.

"You have to use your whole hand." He took his penis in his own hand and
moved his entire fist up and down the shaft. The foreskin glided
effortlessly over the head and back. "Okay, try now." He let go. I took
hold of him again, this time using my whole fist. I began pulling up and
down. I've never felt something so large - so alive - responding to
me. Each stroke brought his glans into view. I was mesmerised. Is that what
it was supposed to look like? Soon, however, my hand got tired. I let go of
his penis and shook out my arm.

"Sorry," I said. "I'm just not used to moving my arm so much."

"Yeah, I can imagine. I want to try yours." He sat down on the bed, and I
followed. He pressed his palm against my chest. "Lie down," he
instructed. "I want to feel what yours feels like."

He wrapped his entire fist around my small penis. It engulfed it
completely. "Wow," he commented. He began pumping his fist up and down but
quickly stopped. "I can't use my whole hand. It's too short to get any
movement going." He looked up at me, smiling. "So that's why you..." He
took my penis between his thumb and index finger and began stroking.

"Ouch!" I squirmed away from him.

"What's wrong?" He looked concerned.

"You can't move the skin so much. It hurts," I said, burying my head in his
chest.

"Oh, sorry." He kissed me on top of my head. Was that my first kiss? He
took my little penis between his fingers and began making short sharp
strokes. I cuddled closer to him. My hips began instinctively trusting
towards him. He was holding me. Gradually his grip on my penis loosened.
First just a little, and then more. And then some more. Until I was
uselessly thrusting against his loose hand. I looked up at him, still
thrusting. Hoping for contact with his warm hand.

"Look down," he instructed softly. I did. He was holding his hand in a
semi-clenched fist. The opening was large. My penis was trying to thrust
into the large opening. I tried repositioning my thrust so I could make
more contact, to no avail.

"That's how big my hand usually is when I'm wanking myself," he commented,
watching my useless thrusts. I tried moving further up, he shifted his hand
away. "Stay still for a moment," he said. I snuggled closer towards him.
"Hold on," he said as he pushed me away. "I want to see something."  He
held his fist with its too-large opening at the base op my penis. He slowly
moved it up along its length. And then his hand was beyond the length of my
penis. He stopped.

"That's usually as far as my hand goes when I'm wanking," he said in
awe. "That's so weird!"  I couldn't help myself. I began thrusting
desperately towards the opening in his fist.

"What are you doing?" he giggled.

"I... want... to... reach... your... hand..." I whimpered between each
thrust.

I heard him laugh, and I looked up, keeping my thrusts going. He was
smiling broadly down at me.

"There's no way you can reach that far. Your penis is way too small."

I moaned with pleasure.

"It's cute that you think you're big enough. But everyone in our class
knows you've got the smallest penis. Maybe I should move my hand a bit
closer?"

"Yes, please!" I begged. I could feel the opening now - the tip of his
pinkie finger.

"Do you wish you were as big as me?"

"Yeah..." I was pumping furiously but feeling very little.

"I'm 14 centimetres, and I'm not even fully grown yet. I think I might end
up being 20 centimetres like my dad. I know I'll be bigger than my brother.
You're probably going to end up my size when you're all grown up. Maybe
even smaller. It's okay, though." He kissed me on my head. He moved his
hand away from my penis. I shuddered. I was so close. I shuffled down, and
we were face-to-face. His eyes were bright. It was like a green sun.

"Is..." he hesitated. I thought only I hesitated. But... "Is this okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want to hurt your feelings."

I thought for a moment, looking down at our two penises. They were facing
each other - one large and one small. I could describe his penis as...
imposing? But no. It was protective. His large penis was protecting my
smaller one. It would protect me from the bullies at school. His foreskin
could teach mine to move. His glans would give mine the confidence to show
itself.

"I'm fine," I answered. And for a moment, I considered kissing him. And
then he leaned towards me and kissed me. This was my real first kiss. He
didn't probe my mouth yet. When he pulled away, I said, "I love that I can
talk about my size."

"Great," he said. "I also love it. And I love that you're so small. It
makes me feel good about myself. I feel confidant."

"And I feel safe," I responded.

"Does your little penis want to cum?"

I buried my head in his shoulder. "I can't shoot yet."

He laughed and tickled my little balls. "It's fine. I'll shoot my load on
top of your dick so you can feel what it feels like."

"Thank you!" I kissed him.

"That's what big dicks are for," he said as he straddled me. He sat on top
of me. His 14-centimetre penis above my tiny six centimetres. He began
beating his penis, his entire fist moving aggressively over its length. The
head appearing and disappearing like a magic trick.

"Your penis is so much bigger than mine," I said. He moaned. He was getting
red in the face; the small muscles in his right arm protruding. "You're
bigger than everyone in our class. You're going to have a huge penis
someday." His hips were thrusting involuntarily. "Are you going to show me
how a big boy cums?" I asked. I was getting confident. "Cum for me!"

He was close. I could see it. "Hold your penis!" he instructed. I did. "No,
hold it up to face me!" He was on the edge. I held my penis up towards
him. "Open up your foreskin!"

"No, it's too tight! I can't!" I retaliated. I've never tried it when it
was hard before.

He looked me in the eyes. "Trust me. We're best friends."

It was now or never.

I took my foreskin and probed my two index fingers inside, stretching it
out. It hurt.

"I can see inside!" He exclaimed. "Your dick is so small!" Suddenly, he
thrust the tip of his penis to meet the opening of my foreskin. "I'm
cumming!" And then I knew what it felt like to cum. He was shooting his
load into my foreskin. I could feel his warm juices lovingly coating my
sensitive head; soothing it, like cream on sunburn.

When he was spent, he collapsed down next to me, kissing my ear. I didn't
want to turn to face him, for fear of losing the precious liquid collected
inside my foreskin. My fingers were still holding my foreskin open.

"Give your little dick here," he said, propping himself onto his elbow.

He took hold of my penis. "I'm here now," he whispered. I slowly let go,
trusting he would keep my little penis safe in his hand. It disappeared in
his fist. Slowly he began massaging it, keeping the opening closed and his
semen safely inside. It felt incredible. For the first time, there was
movement between my foreskin and my head. "It's too small for me to move my
whole hand up and down, but this will help you feel what it's like."

"Please don't stop!" I exclaimed.

"This is what it feels like to have a big dick and a nice loose foreskin."
He smiled and looked at me. "No one else can give you this. This is a gift
I'm giving you because you're my friend. Your dick will always be small.
You may never even be able to cum because your balls are so tiny. But that
doesn't matter because my big dick will always be here for you." He was now
massaging my dick faster - the wet sounds where beautiful. I was moaning,
leaning into him, wanting him to kiss me.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes!"

He massaged my dick faster, keeping the opening closed. Faster, and faster,
and faster, and then I begged, "I'm ready! I'm cumming!" I knew I couldn't
shoot sperm, but this was the closest I've ever felt to it.

He laughed at me. "Okay, here's my gift!"

Just as I reached my climax, he forcibly pulled back my foreskin entirely,
revealing the swollen red head beneath. I was in the throws of my orgasm. I
had lost control of my limbs. I could do nothing. I could feel the pain
beneath the pleasure. The cum that he had deposited in my foreskin oozed
over my glans and dribbled over my tiny length. I had cum! He gave me his
cum from his bigger dick so I could feel what it was like to cum.

It was a beautiful gift.

My red glans was visible. It hurt. Even the air made me wince. He closed
his fist around it. I wanted to cry, but he held me and kissed me. He
turned me on my side, facing him. My sensitive glans exposed and
disappeared inside his palm.

"It's sore," I said when he ended the kiss.

"I'm holding so it can get used to being touched. For next time."

"Next time?" I looked into his green eyes.

"Yeah. Someone's gotta tease you about your dick. It might as well be
me. And also... I don't think we're just best friends anymore." He
smiled. I love his freckles. I think...

"I love you," I said.

"Me too," he replied, still holding my small penis protectively.

"I love that you're bigger," I said.

He laughed. "Me, too. If you'd like, you can hold mine so you can feel what
a big dick feels like."  I took hold of his penis.

The difference was amazing. Even soft, he was huge.

"By the way," he said, his eyes closed beginning to doze off. "I know I'm
actually six-and-a-half centimetres when soft. You lied." He squeezed my
little penis softly.

I fell asleep.

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If you enjoyed this story, please send an e-mail to ebengerrard@yahoo.com.
I would love to hear what you liked and what you'd like to see me explore
more in the future.

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Keep exploring,
Eben Gerrard