The Party Stud Had the Tiniest Dick I've Ever Seen

You know that guy at every party, the one everyone is obsessed with, the loud confident one holding court in the kitchen telling stories while a little crowd hangs on his every word? That was him. Tall, built, gorgeous smile, the kind of man who walks into a room and just assumes every woman wants him. And honestly, that night, he was right, because I wanted him. I had been watching him all night, and he had been watching me back, and the tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. He kept finding excuses to come talk to me, refilling my drink, brushing against me when he walked past, and I was eating it up because I love a confident man, I love that big energy.

Around midnight he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs, and I went willingly, my heart pounding, because I knew exactly where this was going. We slipped into an empty bedroom upstairs and locked the door, and we were all over each other instantly, kissing hard, hands everywhere. He was telling me how he had been watching me all night, how he knew we were going to end up here, all that cocky talk that usually turns me on so much. I was so wet, I was practically vibrating, and I could not wait to get my hands on what he was working with, because a man with that much confidence has to be packing, right? That is just logic.

I got his jeans open and pushed them down, and I swear to god, my brain short-circuited. It was tiny. Like, shockingly tiny. The smallest I have ever seen on an adult man, barely there, and I just froze for a second staring at it while he stood there all proud like he had just unveiled a masterpiece. And then I started laughing. I tried so hard not to, I bit my lip, I looked away, but it just burst out of me, and once I started I could not stop. He just stood there with his little dick out while I laughed, and his face went through about five emotions in ten seconds, and the confident party king just crumbled.

I felt a little bad for like half a second, but then the brat in me took over, because this was too good to waste. I told him to relax, that I was not going anywhere, and I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I took his tiny dick in my hand and started stroking it, and I kept up the teasing the whole time, telling him it was adorable, asking him if this was what all the confidence was about, telling him the party downstairs had no idea their king was built like this. Every teasing word made him groan and made him harder, and I realized he was getting off on it, on being laughed at and teased, and that made me even more dominant.

I sucked him, and I could take the whole thing without even trying, and I made a whole show of it, exaggerated moaning around him like it was the biggest thing I had ever had, and then I would pull off and giggle and tell him I was kidding. He was so embarrassed and so turned on at the same time, his hands in my hair, begging me not to stop. I climbed on top and tried to ride him, and it was almost comical how little I could feel, he kept slipping out every few seconds, and I just laughed and told him this was not going to work, that he was going to have to earn his pleasure a different way.

So I made him lay there while I teased him forever, stroking him slow, stopping right before he could come, telling him he was not allowed yet, making him beg. I told him that all that big talk downstairs was cute, but up here he was my little secret. I jerked him off slow while I teased him about his size, and when he finally came it was with this desperate whimper, barely anything, and I just grinned down at him and told him that was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

We snuck back downstairs separately, and for the rest of the night every time he caught my eye I would smirk, and he would look away all flustered, and nobody at that party had any idea what I knew. He texted me later that night saying nobody had ever been honest with him like that, and asking if he could see me again. I told him only if he left the ego at the door next time. You wish you knew what I whispered in his ear before I left that bedroom.