Sam was frustrated as he left his doctor's office. He had been humiliated. What was supposed to be a regular physical for his job turned into one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. The doctor had asked his permission if two interns could join his for the exam. Sam was already uncomfortable exposing himself before a stranger even if they were a doctor but before two younger interns was even worse.
But the lanky white man didn't have much of a spine, so he agreed. In the middle of his procedure, one of the interns asked if the room was too cold. He hadn't understood at first but after a moment realized she was concerned about the size of his dick. Same was far from endowed. If he was lucky on a good day, his dick might reach a full three inches hard but regularly it rested at a solid one inch hard just barely poking out of his body.
The other interned asked the doctor if it was normal for a man to have that small of a dick. The doctor reprimanded his choice of words but made sure to point out that Sam was a little below average. A little below average? Sam knew that was a lie. He had seen enough porn to know his dick was practically microscopic. Damn near every male he saw in porn and casual online videos from amateur creators were at least double to quadruple his size. Even a self-proclaimed faggot, whiteboiwife on twitter who had a four-inch hard dick made fun of his pathetic nub.
Sam shook his head, pulling himself back to reality. Where was he? Crap! He had passed up the parking lot, lost in thought.
His eyes darted nervously as he passed by the alley behind a local bar, The Dive. The doctor wasn't in the best part of town, but that was all he could afford. Sam worked a crappy job and had no sense of confidence to actually shoot for anything better than the minimum.
While his one-inch penis was a source of constant ridicule online, he always felt like everyone could see his tiny dick and judged him for it. He wasn't exactly wrong. While they couldn't see his actual dick because it was covered up and the fact most people didn't carrying a magnifying glasses with them, they could tell how inadequate he was based on his personality alone.
As he neared the alley, he heard deep, resonant laughs echoing from within. He peeked inside and saw two men, both towering and muscular, their dark skin glistening under the dim sun that cascaded between the brick building. One of the men wore a dingy tank top over loose-fitting jeans. The second, sporting a series of cornrows, was topless, leaning back against the brick, a cigarette in hand.
Minding his own business, the man continued on.
"You lost, white boy?" Jamal called out, his voice laced with amusement.
"Just passing through," Sam stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. He hesitated just a moment too long. The two black men drew closer. The pale man with a petite frame and soft brown hair felt his body wanting to take off, but the beauty of the two men made him linger. He didn't get much attention from men in general, let alone black men, so he wanted to eat it up while he could.
"Passing through, huh? You look like you're up to something. We don't often see little white boys like you around here." Lamarr said, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"I was just at a doctor's appointment down the road and passed the parking lot. I'll be going now. Have a good day." Sam's amusement was suddenly being taken over by a sense of fear. While his Twitter account, SmelborpA was consumed with everything he would do to worship a black man, the reality was setting in.
"You look lost. Need some help finding your way?" One of the men cut off Sam's path. The man stood tall in a loose tank top, his rich, deep brown skin glowing with a natural radiance. The smoothness of his complexion caught the light, emphasizing the contours of his muscular physique. His broad shoulders led to well-defined arms, visible beyond the sleeveless shirt, each muscle sculpted with power and precision. His every movement was assured with personal strength; his skin almost glowed, a perfect complement to his impressive, well-built body.
"I'm fine, thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Trying to move past, the taller black man stepped in his way again. Sam's heart was racing.
"Fine, huh?" Lamarr chuckled, his eyes roaming over Sam's body. Sam tried not to look the man in the eyes as he didn't want to heighten the situation. Instead, his eyes ran over the muscular form barely hidden beneath the thin tank top the man wore. He felt his tiny dick almost jump in his pants. "You look anything but fine, white boy. You got a tiny dick, and you walk like you're scared of your own shadow."
Sam was taken aback. Did the man just say what he thought he did.
"Wh.. wha... what?" Sam stumbled. He glanced over to the second shirtless man, who was throwing his cigarette bud to the ground and heading his way.
"Wh.. wha... what?" The man in front of him mocked and laughed.
"How... how did you..." Sam felt the words trying to come out of his mouth, "I'm sorry. I really need to go." Again, he tried to move past, but the taller, thicker-framed black man wouldn't allow it. Sam felt his heart racing.
"How what?" The tank top man tilted his head to get into Sam's avoidant line of sight, "How did I know you have a tiny white dick?"
"Cause all white men have tiny dicks!" The second said allowed, causing the pair to laugh. Same man looked to the other man closing in on his. The shirtless black man stood confidently, his chiseled physique commanding attention. His abs were sculpted, each muscle defined with precision, forming a perfect six-pack that glistened under the light. His pectoral muscles were broad and firm, showcasing strength and dedication. Every flex reveals the power within, his toned torso a testament to discipline. His deep brown skin enhanced the contours of his body, highlighting every ridge and groove. His strong posture exuded confidence.
Sam couldn't take his eyes off the man's incredible build, but he had to get away from here. "Please, I just need to make it to my car."
"Do you hear that, Lamarr, the little white boy is begging already!" The man with the tank top laughed at the frail, thin white man. Sam flushed, with his gaze cast downward in submission and fear.
"Already..." Sam mimicked, tears coming to his pathetic eyes, "Please... I don't have anything... I just want to go home..."
Lamarr stepped closer, his massive cock straining against his jeans. "You know, Jamal, I think I caught this white boy checking out my chest?"
"No!" Sam protested, "I wasn't! I swear. I... I just... I"
"Don't be shy." Jamal, the man in the tank top, shoved Sam's chest slightly, knocking him back, "No white man can resist looking at our bodies. We have men, women, and bitch fags like you all over us, isn't that right Lamar?"
