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Big Dick, Little Dick

By blindside

submitted February 19, 2003

Categories: Doctor

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Tonight was the night. My new girl friend of three weeks was hot, and I was counting on getting laid--or if that didn’t work out--at least a blowjob. My absolute minimum requirement however, would be a hand job.

I picked my date up at her sorority. After a very expensive dinner, we took in a movie. We were all over each other in the theater. I honestly can’t even remember what the movie was about. Because I live at home with my folks, it would be necessary to use my automobile as a portable bedroom.

About midnight, I pulled behind the sorority house in a secluded parking lot. The moonlight was filtering through the trees. We immediately began to make out, locking in one passionate kiss after another. I went for the breasts. She began to rub my crotch, which was totally unnecessary, give the fact I was already hard. Unbuttoning my pants and lowering my zipper, she jerked my pants down to my knees. Naturally I helped. Her hand touched my penis.

“What’s this?” shouted my date, as she broke the kiss, looking directly at my exposed crotch, “That’s about the sorriest excuse for manhood I’ve ever seen!” Composing herself quickly, she grabbed her purse, flew out the door, and ran to the sorority house. I was dejected, once again. Yeah, I had a little dick, but so do a lot of other guys. At best I was two and one-half inches long when erect, and maybe an inch and three-quarters in circumference.

The next day, I decided to research “male enhancement” alternatives. Most were pills, lotions, pumps, etc. I wasn’t sure any of these products would work, and they were expensive to boot. The best solution I decided was to seek medical attention. But since I had basically no money, it would be necessary to enlist my Dad for help.

That evening I approached my Dad, explaining my problem. He response was typical, when he said, “Son, it’s not how big it is, it’s how you use it.” Yeah, fine. He did agree however, to do some inquiries at his golf club and find me a reliable Doctor. Dad even agreed to pay for the treatment, which was great!

The next week, Dad had found a Doctor and made an appointment for me. I think he was anxious to accompany me to my first visit, but figured out it may be embarrassing so he let it go.

Arriving for my appointment on a Thursday afternoon, I checked in with the receptionist. It was obvious she knew what I was there for, and kind of giggled as I filled out some medical forms. I was tempted to make some snide remark about her lack of tits, but obviously thought better of it, being the well-bred young man I am. A nurse showed me to an exam room, leaving me alone. I waited for over 20 minutes.

Finally the Doctor arrived and introduced himself as “Doctor Brad”. My guess the Doctor was about 30 years old, give or take. He started asking me a lot of silly questions. Like, how often did I have sexual intercourse, or how often did I masturbate. Next, the Doctor parked himself on one of the small rolling stools and directed me to remove all my clothes. Fully naked now and standing before the Doctor, he made an initial assessment.

“Yes son, it’s awfully small. Let’s take a measurement,” said the Doctor as he retrieved strange looking devise from a drawer. He measured my soft dick, both length and circumference, recording the results on my chart. “You need to get an erection, son,” said the Doctor as his left hand gently grabbed my balls and started a slow massage. It didn’t take long before a boner appeared, such that it was. Again, the Doctor took the measurement and made the proper recording.

“Well,” said Doctor Brad, “We’re going to do some injection therapy.” The Doctor went on to explain that once per week, a hormone would be injected into the base of my penis, which should stimulate growth. This would last several months. A nurse would administer the treatment, and the Doctor would check for results periodically … maybe once per month.

The Doctor gave me my first injection. It kind of hurt, but he said I’d get used to it. The following week, I showed up for my appointment. A middle-aged nurse took me to a small room and told me to “drop my pants” while she prepared the needle. Prior to the injection, she would place my little pecker in her hand and stroke it a few times, obviously taunting me. Actually, we became fairly good friends during my treatment.

Once a month, the Doctor would come in and record the measurements. After twelve therapy sessions, some progress had been made. The length of my erect penis had increased about one-quarter of an inch with an identical improvement in the circumference. I figured at this rate, I’d have a twelve-inch dick by age sixty. The Doctor still recommended continuing the treatment.

By week twenty, Doctor Brad again assessed the results. Again there was some improvement, but nothing like I was looking for. And at $100 per treatment, my Dad was getting annoyed.

“Okay Son,” said the Doctor, “I’m going to change the dosage in an effort to accelerated the results we’re looking for.” That said, he changed the chart instructions, handed it to the nurse, and left the room.

It was standard routine with the nurse. I dropped my pants. She sticks my dick with a needle, again taunting me with a “mini-hand job”. Today was no different. I left the office hoping the increased dosage would produce better results.

The following morning I awoke with my standard piss hard-on. Something didn’t quite feel right however. I reached down to grab my dick, and just about flipped! I threw the sheets off the bed and jerked my boxers down my legs. There before my eyes was a perfectly formed nine-inch dick, sticking straight up. My new “friend” sported an exceptional mushroom head that looked similar to the aftermath of an atomic bomb.

I quickly showered and shaved, knowing I’d best get my ass over to see the Doctor. Throwing on some jeans, new “package” formed a bulge that would be unacceptable for public viewing. I quickly found some baggy pants and finished dressing. Running from the house, I directed my car to the Doctor’s office.

Once there, my nurse friend quickly took me to the Doctor. I dropped my pants, exclaiming “Hey Doctor Brad, look at this monster. It’s morbid!” The Doctor immediately took a measurement, noting on the chart, “eight and one-half inches, flaccid.” Once I had an erection, another measurement was taken. “Nine and three-quarters inches, erect,” said the Doctor as he recorded the results. The treatments were obviously done.

“Well Son, you came here for male enhancement. I’d say we were pretty successful,” remarked the Doctor as he accompanied me to the door. “Yeah, I guess so,” I responded, not exactly knowing how I would handle this situation.

In the weeks that followed, I became more comfortable with my new manhood. On one occasion, I went to the college men’s indoor pool, where swimming in the nude was allowed on Friday afternoons. Undressing in the locker room, I paraded across the room into the pool area and strutted around the deck, big dick flopping accordingly. The dive off the tower was particularly impressive.

It was now time to fulfill my previous goal … to get laid. One of my buddies fixed me up with some gal his brother had known. Apparently she had a reputation. That was all the better. Being the perfect gentlemen, I picked my new date up on a Saturday evening. We had cocktails on the restaurant patio, followed by a five-course meal. A foreign movie followed, thus demonstrating my incredible good taste.

Arriving at her apartment, she asked me in. Jackpot! We started making out on the couch. As usual, I went for the tits. My erection was in full bloom when she unzipped my pants, relieving my dick from the confined space.

“Jesus!” she exclaimed, “What’s this? You seriously don’t expect me to fuck that, do you?” Well, as a matter of fact, I did! “Get the fuck out of here,” she continued, “that thing is disgusting!”

Now let me think about this. First, it’s too small. Then, it’s too big. Make up your mind.

She must have blabbed to a few of her friends about the size of my equipment. One gal called, offering to suck my dick behind the science building. Another girl and her “lab partner” called, requesting I participate in a penis size survey. Yeah, right!

Several years past. During that time I had several girl friends, several of which would suck my cock but none of who would allow me to fuck her. One called my new dick a “weapon of mass destruction.” So my virginity remained in tack thru my senior year.

Finally, I met someone who not only gave the best blowjobs on the planet, but also would take it like a true champ. His name was Brad.


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