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“Oh.” I had just assumed all straight men liked them huge.

“My favorite figure on a woman is athletic with a smaller bust,” he explained. “Like gymnasts and swimmers.”

“Fine. Then let’s go the other way. If there was a girl who you thought was super nice, fun, smart and pretty, but she had big gazongas, would you still date her?”

“How big?” he asked.

“Huge. Like…two inflated balloons,” I answered. “Watermelons. Beach balls. Dolly Parton’s bra would be too small to fit.”

Aaron quirked his head. “If I liked everything else about her, I’d still ask her out. Just like you’ll be okay with the hair jungle on Cliff’s butt, even when you need to blow dry and detangle it for him.” I laughed, even though that image was rather gross. “So, you’ve only had sex in the dark, huh? I assume that was your choice and not the other guys’ wishes.”

I hadn’t had sex that many times, but since the occurrences had always been during the evening, it had been easy enough to manipulate the situation.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Dude, you must have seen other guys’ dicks before. Can’t you tell how yours measures up?” he wondered.

“Where would I have seen other men’s dicks?” I couldn’t think of any I had seen other than on a computer screen. “You mean porn stars? OnlyFans guys? I always assumed they were successful because they’re bigger than average. If that isn’t the case, then I already know how I stack up, and it isn’t well.”

Aaron ran a hand through his hair. “No, don’t compare yourself to them. Haven’t you ever measured it?”

“No,” I replied.

“No? What teenage boy hasn’t measured their cock?” he asked, astounded.

“This one,” I answered. “Honestly, I don’t think I wanted confirmation of my fears.”

He frowned. “Yeah. Much better to carry around this insecurity.”

“Uncertainty,” I corrected. “That’s better than knowing. It isn’t like there’d be anything I can do about it anyway.”

“Sure, there is,” he countered. “You could be more deliberate in seeking guys who are into…smaller dudes…or that don’t care.”

“Should I go up to them in a club and ask if they’re into little penises?” I rolled my eyes.

He scowled. “I meant you should find out whether someone is shallow or not—whether they like you for you. Maybe some guy will be into someone who’s more…petite.”

I grimaced. “God, that sounds worse.”

“I didn’t say you were,” he protested. “Christ, should I just look at it? I’ve seen my fair share of cocks in college and at the gym. Should we at least establish whether you’re obsessed over nothing? No pun intended.”

I might have gasped. The idea of just whipping out my dick for his examination might have been my worst—yet best—fantasy. While I would like his opinion, I feared it, too.

“Uh… That’s…”

He appeared nonchalant. “It’s up to you. You’ve seen my ass and we’re not hiding from each other in embarrassment. Look at the bright side, if I see you naked, then you’ll never need to worry about what you’re wearing or not in the apartment. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you come out of the bathroom after a shower fully dressed. And that sucks, because it makes me feel like I need to be all covered up when I come out of there, too, so as not to offend your Victorian sense of modesty. I could do without being all sweated up from getting dressed in bathroom steam before I even make it back to my bedroom.” He rolled his eyes. “Considering how close we are, should we need to live like that? I think that’s stranger than me seeing your cock.”

“But…”

He pursed his lips, waiting for a reply that was just another excuse for my self-doubt.

I decided that he was right. Nobody would be less judgmental than Aaron. He really didn’t seem to care if I was small. “Um, you’ll be honest? Because this isn’t helpful if you give me encouragement, then every guy that sees me reacts like Daryl did.”

The fact that I was ready to expose myself seemed to take him by surprise. He started to appear nervous. “Uh…yeah. Like I said, I’m always honest with you.”

I bit my lower lip. I was already on my back, so I began to lower my sleep pants. I glimpsed him from the corner of my eye, and it was strange and oddly titillating that he was following the movement of my hands. I didn’t want him to believe I was trying to be sexy by stripping slowly, so I gave the pants a good shove until the waistband was sitting below my balls. I feared I would begin to get erect and he’d regret his offer, but I was too nervous for my cock to budge. He was quiet, so I looked his way. “Well?”

Aaron was still looking at it, but after a few seconds, he gulped and made eye contact with me. “Um, it’s not too small, Mikey. I mean, you’re not huge, but it’s…normal. If it’s on the smaller side, it’s not by much. I’ve seen lots of guys who’d be happy to have your dick. I mean, on their bodies.” He grimaced. “I mean, instead of theirs.”