Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
My name is Mack, and I’m a big guy. It sounds like I should be at some meeting, doesn’t it?
I’m more than six feet tall and well built. I play sports and work out a lot, mainly free weights. I’m only in my thirties, but I’m already a partner in a large, local law firm, and making good money.
The problem—and the opportunity—is that I have a tiny prick, very tiny. It’s less than the size of my thumb when erect. More like the size of my thumbnail. I have big thumbs, but still, that’s not a good size for a c**k.
It was in school; of course that I noticed just how odd it was. In the locker room, my size was apparent. All anyone could see was a patch of light-colored pubic hair with a tiny c**k head peeking out. So, I did the logical thing, I hid it and stayed away from girls. There was even a rumor that I was gay, but the real gay guys denied it, and the talk died out.
When I did date, which wasn’t often, I was considered a handsome, “really nice” guy who never tried anything. After a while, I couldn’t get a date.
Oh, sweet Blessed Mary, I wanted to try everything. I had a—well, I still have a fascination with boobs. I wanted to touch one. Just one, I wasn’t greedy. Some girls would have given it up in a minute, but eventually, they’d see my c**k. I couldn’t do that; I was too ashamed.
My c**k is just big enough I can use my thumb and forefinger and jack-off. It feels great, and when I c*m, there doesn’t seem to be a lack of volume. The tiny thing works great. It’s just… tiny.
The opportunity part came because I lacked distractions. Since I didn’t date, I didn’t get married, and I didn’t have to deal with girlfriends. I could study, spend my time in the library, get good grades, and then into one of the best law schools in the country.
From there, I landed a job with the firm. My ascent was “spectacular,” according to the senior partner.
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