Seriously, I can’t stop laughing at all of you. I keep saying I am not going to look, but of course I do.
And then I get so sentimental, as I remember the first time I ever made a man cry by making fun of his little wienie. The best part, was I was not even trying to make him cry.
His name was Robbie, a tall skinny boy who was visiting for the summer with his aunt and unkle who lived down the street. When I met him, I thought that he was funny, but I had no idea how funny he really was going to become to me.
We went out one night, and I let him put the moves on me. We were young, and he had stolen some wine from his uncles house and we snuck into the park after hours to drink it. I can still remember it like it was yesterday.
One thing led to another, and when his pants got undone the first thought I had was that the wine must be making my vision blurry. So I touched it, realized it was barely there and just said “What the hell is that? Were you in an accident or something?”
The look on his face was priceless, but now that I am older I have to wonder, why did he look so shocked? He didn’t have a cock, he had a tater tot down there! He must have known.
But then again, maybe that is why he brought the wine. But there is not enough wine in the universe to make me touch that pathetic thing again.
Robbie finally found his voice, still trying to talk me into touching it, or letting him touch me. I was laughing so hard at his fumbling attempts I literally could not get off the ground. When I could, I just stood up, told him to never, ever to show that to a girl again and expect to be taken seriously. That he will probably die a virgin because you actually have to be able to get you dick into a vagina for it to count and his was so itty-bitty that was actually physically impossible.
That’s when he started to cry.
I wonder, is he on this site now?
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