Throughout high school and college, I was extremely conscious about my small penis size. It fluctuates between one and four inches, depending on my mood, and whether or not I'm fantasizing about cuddling with a handsome man. If I were to have a few drinks, it tends to shrink even more. I've never masturbated by stroking my dick up and down like pornstars, but instead, I've always pinched the tip of my penis with both index fingers and thumbs and pulled back the skin to gently rub the underside of the tip until cum dribbled out onto my proportionately small balls. Size was something that had always brought feelings of embarrassment, and even today, it feels like a forced confession to write about it. As a teen, I hated doctor's visits and locker rooms and whenever I had to shower at a public Rec center or gym, I'd do so with swimming trunks on. I can hardly remember a time when I was not extremely conscious of how different I looked from other guys.
In college, I overcame unwanted peer pressures and decided to embrace my feminine side as a gay male. I can't remember exactly when I started wearing panties but it was probably around that time. What had failed to evolve over the years was my reluctance to expose my naked body, whether it was responding to a request from a Craigslist ad (that was the Grindr of the time) to send a photo of my naked self, or changing at the local 24-hour fitness. I just didn't like being naked in front of others.
When I lost my virginity to my first boyfriend at the age of 19, there was a huge burden lifted off my shoulders. The excruciating fear of being naked in front of a man I was attracted to, was dispelled in that moment. His name was Daniel Janowitz and I met him through Craigslist (that was the Grindr of the time) and from the very start, he found a way to make me feel comfortable in my own skin. When I gave him a blowjob on our first date, I was given the reassurance that I had the ability to arouse a man. Seeing Danny so erect for the first time brought a sense of reassurance and comfort in knowing that a man would be so aroused by my oral techniques. In hindsight, I don't think there was anything particularly special about it. I had only hoped that my mouth felt warm and arousing for Dan as I sucked on half of his eight inches as best as I could without being so obvious that it was my first time sucking dick. My lack of confidence in sex at the time might've been attributed to the fact that I was teased all throughout high school and really struggled with my sexuality. Dan was much older than my peers, who made my life difficult for being gay. He was 54 at the time, and while some might consider that unorthodox, I was simply attracted to him. All I've ever wanted in a significant other was a strong, sexy, faithful, sweet man who could treat me like his Asian sweetheart and Danny was that man.
Dan was the opposite of me. Experienced, large and strong, salt and pepper hairs covering his chest and stomach with broad, muscular shoulders. He weighed about 100 pounds more than me at the time and quite frankly, he was perfect. I loved the way he would kiss me and make love to me, and even today, I feel so fortunate to have lost my virginity to such a gentle, sensual, genuine man who was accepting of me. He asked me to be his official boyfriend after our fourth date and without hesitation I said yes.
It was after we became partners that I came clean to Dan about the reason for my shyness when it came to being naked in front of him. Yes, we went all the way on our first date and I knew he'd seen me bare down there, but I remember early on, I would try to make myself as erect as possible before we would make out to make my small size less noticeable.
It was an ordinary, cold rainy night in the Bay Area. We'd been dating for about a month and I went to Dan's apartment after my evening class to join him for dinner. I preferred doing my homework at his place anyways, as my dorm tended to get loud and distracting every week starting from about Thursday. We finished a light dinner and I lay my head on his lap as we both got comfortable on his couch. He put his hand in my shirt and started petting my abdomen with the backside of his hand. That's when I told him about my insecurities of being a small sized guy.
"Jamie, I think you're so attractive just the way you are," my baby reassured me.
"Thanks," I replied awkwardly. I wasn't sure what I was expecting or what his reaction would be but it felt nice to hear him say that.
"I want to see all of your beauty, Jamie. And I want to see my body connected to yours," Dan said, as he held me close. His hands began to massage my butt cheeks from outside of my jeans.
Not really knowing what to say, I looked up at Dan and he moved in for a kiss. It was as if I had said something to make him more aggressive, sexually. I closed my eyes and let his tongue gently part my lips and slither into my mouth. When our lips separated he asked me if I was OK with showing him "all of me". I looked at him straight in the eyes and saw a man I could trust and felt very safe in his embrace.
"Ok. I want you to see everything," I committed to him.
This time, I leaned into him for a kiss and he squeezed me even tighter into his masculine body. His manly hands unbuttoned my top and removed my shirt by gently stripping it off my shoulders. It was just chilly enough that my pink poofy nipples were hard and they felt more sensitive than usual. He didn't waste any time in continuing to remove my pants and my boxers.
"Oh my god. We're going to have sex again," was my only thought, although I tried to pretend like it was expected and familiar.
I was relieved to have not worn panties to class that day, as it was in college that I began to wear panties under my boy-jeans. On this day, I was wearing regular boxers and it was a relief. We were only a couple for a month, after all, and I didn't want him knowing that I often wore women's panties, for I just didn't want to ruin anything. I'd later learn that Danny loved femboys and by our one-year anniversary, I would have a closet full of girly clothes to wear for him in private.
There I stood, completely naked in front of a man I met on Craigslist only a month ago, yet feeling as confident as ever in my body as I had ever felt. It was a liberating feeling to have Dan check me out from head to toe, knowing he was getting turned on at the sight of my smooth, naked body. As intimidated as I was of Danny's eight inch cock bulging out of his shorts, I felt somewhat empowered to know that I dictated how hard it got in that moment.
"You're so hot, Jamie," Dan complimented me.
I felt my face blush a little and I didn't know what to say. He put both his hands on my hips and kept me at an arm's distance. I noticed my cock was still in its tiny-state.
"You don't mind that I'm not as big as other guys?" I asked Dan. Vulnerability and shyness began to take over my newfound confidence.