Charles, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?
Of course, Gregory. We are friends after all, what are we here for?
I want you to dart your tongue between my teeth.
Do it. Do it and tell me how small my penis is.
Gregory, I donít know if you have a small penis. Itís an average size, actually.
No, you stupid bitch, tell me how small it is. Tell me how it resembles an eye dropper when I prematurely ejaculate and turn into a weeping shadow of my childhood. Damn it all, Iíve never asked anything of you, and Iíve been a good friend.
You have, you have.
Now tell me about my penis, the one that has yet to change from the one I had when I was six. Tell me how it dangles between my legs like a flake of excrement. Laugh and point as you would to a child who wet himself in a public place. Make me feel like less of a man, damn it.
Why would I do this, again?
Well, good sir, you are doing this so that I can ejaculate my shame on my pants and paint my face with a look of disgust. My friends are dirty penis mockers, but they are right to ridicule my manhood. It is my private shame.
I am not sure this is healthy.
It doesnít have to be healthy, itís a medical fucking fact. Iím a pervert. Iím a pervert with a small penis that needs to be shown with the light of judgment.
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