Yes, this is one of those stories, if it's not your cup of tea. Then I suggest you find something else to read. Otherwise, enjoy!
Thanks WAA01 for the edits.
For the unedited version due to Lit's rather idiotic rules you know where to find it.
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Cory Miller wasn't gifted with an athletic body, or a brain with the IQ of 180. No. This is a story about a boy who, through no fault of his own, yet due to the genetic lottery, was born with a rather small penis. Yet, that wasn't the worst of it, his mother had walked in on him, by accident, when he was measuring it when he turned eighteen last summer before his senior year. How he wanted to die that day when his mother dropped the laundry basket she had been holding as she doubled over in laughter. She couldn't keep it to herself. No. Not his mother. She had to spread it around the family that their son and their brother had a teeny tiny cock. She even went as far as to give him the nickname of 'Li'l Stanley.' It was never 'Hi Cory!', 'How you doing, Cory?' and such, no, it was "Hi, Li'l Stanley!' His two older sisters took the most pleasure out of his torment. Some days his mother, and even his father, would join in. Was it his fault he was born with such a small size? If anything that particular genetic anomaly falls on his parents; he was, after all, a mixture of both of them.
"Hey, Li'l Stanley." How he sneered at the sound of his twenty-one-year-old sister's voice. "I need some help, you mind helping me, you've always been better at math than I am," Dayana said, in a sweet tone to butter up her brother. Her blonde hair brushing along her chest. Her t-shirt was tight against her 38B breasts foretelling she wore no bra underneath.
"First, you insult me, then you ask for my help? Go fuck yourself, Dayana. Don't you have some party to slut it up at?" Cory asked, his venom wasn't hard to miss.
"Hey, you can't talk to Dayana like that?!" Zoe said, defending her older sister. "If you don't like it, grow a bigger dick!" she spat.
"If I could I would. But you see there's this thing called DNA, something you two college know-it-alls should be aware of. You simply can't change it. If you want to look at someone look at your parents. They're the ones who did this to me," Cory sneered. "And shouldn't you be surrounded by your football team, blowing each and every one of them in your bukkaki fetish?" he asked, peering over at his middle sister. Knowing that Dayana had bought Zoe booze when they were out given how Zoe was almost twenty.
"Mom!" Zoe yelled for their mother. Her sandy blonde hair matched their mother's along with her 32D breasts given how they had swapped out bras when the strap of their mother's broke one day. Their mother, Celeste, stood a little over six feet, being forty-two, his friends, those few he brought home, were always smitten by her and his sisters. 'If they only knew the real them.' He would always say to himself when they would go on and on about how hot they were. Cory didn't see the appeal. He had lived with their verbal abuse for the past five years and he was growing tired of it. He was so glad he was almost done with high school. Then he would leave for college and most likely stay there for the next four years, then find himself a nice job far away from his parents.
"What's the matter?" Celeste's smooth, sinful voice drifted up the stairs.
"Li'l Stanley is in here calling us whores and sluts," Dayana called back glaring at her brother.
"Cory! You get your ass down here right this second!"
"No, thank you!" Cory shouted back stunning his sisters. No one said no to their mother, not even their father, she was that much of a force of nature. Sure, his heart was racing when he heard her feet on the steps, yet he was going to face down this fire-breathing monster. They might have crushed his spirit, pushed him into depression, and his low self-esteem, yet he wasn't going to have it any longer!
"You're in for it now," Zoe snickered as she and Dayana backed away to enjoy the show. They both looked perplexed when Cory turned his chair to face the door with his arms crossed.
"Yes, just barge in, no knock or anything," Cory said, coldly. Silently taking note of how that stopped her... if only for a second.
"What's this I hear about you calling your sisters sluts and whores?" Her green eyes burned in her fury. No one, not even her son used that term for her daughters.
"What? Don't like the truth?" Cory asked, arching an eyebrow. "If they don't want to be called sluts and whores maybe they shouldn't be sluts and whore..." Dayana and Zoe gasped as the slap reverberated loudly in Cory's room.
"You do not use that language in this house! Do I make myself clear!?" Taking a step back as Cory pushed himself out of his chair. Sure, she had seen the anger in his eyes whenever they would tease him, yet what she saw... even she knew she went too far.
"So..." Taking a steadying breath, "Those sluts, and you, can belittle me for five damn years for something I had no control over. Thanks by the way for the weak genes you passed on. And yet I can't call them what they really are? You sure you want to go down this path?" Cory growled standing nose to nose, or as close to it as his five feet ten inch height would allow.
"Or what, you'll kiss me? Why else are you standing so damn close to me," Celeste taunted. "Do you want me to kiss your little hurt feelings and make it all better? Do I need to pat that little cock of yours to make you feel better?"
"Please," rolling his eyes, "why the fuck would I want anything like that from you?" Blocking her slap, then another before he lightly pushed his mother backwards. "You only get one."
"You're grounded! You hear me!"
"Oh, woe is me! Whatever am I to do?!" Cory said, playing up his role. "Oh, right, don't listen to the three bitches of Eastwick." Darting his head back to avoid her swing. "You missed," he stated cockily seeing the shocked expressions on his sisters faces. Smirking wickedly at how red in fury his mother's face was getting.
"You are not to leave this room if it isn't for school, work, or dinner. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear!" Celeste growled restraining her anger.
"Yeah, yeah," shooing his mother away, "why don't you go slut around with your daughters maybe that will dislodge the stick you have up your ass," Cory taunted, loving how that cheek of hers twitched.
"Just wait till your father gets home, he'll have his own words for you," Celeste spat, spinning on her heel. "You'll always have a little dick! No woman is going to fuck you, so you better just start to learn how to suck a cock. Because that little thing is nothing more than a pussy," she sneered before slamming his bedroom door closed.
"Whatever," Cory rolled his eyes as he retook his seat in his chair and turned back to his computer. Opening his browser, typing in how to make your dick bigger. Blowing out a breath as he scanned through pages and pages of sites that offered some miracle pill, some fruit, or some weird ass techniques to grow the size of one's cock. He was about to give up and resign himself to the fate that was handed to him when he reached the bottom of page twenty of his search. However, that all changed when a curious popup, something that shouldn't have been able to happen given the blocker, appeared on his screen. He was about to close it out when something within him whispered that he should check it out. Clicking on the link, reading carefully so he wouldn't be duped into wasting his money. Turning down the volume of the speakers, playing all the testimonials the site had on their page. While he didn't wish to see other dudes cocks, yet if it was true from the before and after photos he knew this would work for him. He was about to head to the cart to checkout, until he saw the testimonials of the wives or girlfriends of the men on the site. Cory wondered if they knew how they debased their men on there until they got to the point of after their men had used the product. Arching an eyebrow at how gushing most of the women were about the increase in their size. He wondered if their husbands ever watched their tapes. If they did, he knew most of them would be divorced by now. The pointer moved back and forth along the screen as he debated on paying the seventy-five dollars the cream cost.
"This better be worth it," Cory said, blowing out a breath after he hit the purchase button.
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Cory blew along the paper watching the eraser crumbs tumbling along its surface after he had erased the mistake he had made on his homework. Looking to the clock when he heard a car pulling up. Knowing his father had just gotten home from his construction job. Sighing when he knew what would be coming. Turning towards the door, leaning on the armrest with his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he waited. That fear all children have knowing they were about to get punished grew and grew as it crawled up his spine at the heavy footfalls of his father's boots. Watching his door being thrust open, and the pair of boxing gloves his father always used to solve their disputes came flying towards him.
"Backyard, five minutes, or I'll whip your hide worse than I would fighting a man," Jairo said, angrily.
Sighing as Cory leaned down and plucked the gloves from the floor. He knew he had lost all the other times they had done this; Cory was determined to win this time. He was just going to have to keep his anger in check and not let it lead him astray, like it had in the past.
"No more, Li'l Stanley, no more depression, no more self-esteem issues. After tonight it's a new start for me," Cory said, pumping himself up.
Cory noted how his mother and sisters were all outside sitting in the same old spots they always took when his father made him do this. Ignoring his mother's hateful glare and the snickers from his sisters as he strapped the gloves on. Seeing his father waiting for him. Then the uncertainty began to grow as his eyes ran down his father's muscular body, one he had gotten from his years in construction.
"So, want to tell me why you're calling your sisters those names?" Noting how his son was bobbing and weaving as he threw some soft jabs. He would beat him sure, but not to the point of incapacitating his son.
