Five Unforgettable Dicks: The Micropenis That Left Me Speechless

The number one dick that I can’t ever erase from my mind? The micropenis. Yes, they exist! And yes, they’re really that small.

I know you’re curious — just how tiny is a micropenis? I didn’t even know this was possible until I saw one for myself. The first time I encountered one, I was in shock.

It was barely the size of my four fingers put together, measured horizontally — just 7 cm, less than 3 inches.

Now, about the guy. He was 35 when I met him. Gray hair, gorgeous eyes, those full lips that you just wanted to kiss, and a charming personality to top it off.

Oh, and he was tall. 1.95 meters, that’s about 6'4", and his dick? Just 7 cm. Who would’ve thought?

I’m not here to dick shame, especially when someone has to deal with a micropenis. But after you hear what happened, you’ll understand why it left me so shocked.

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I met him in my early 20s, right after a devastating breakup. I had been celibate for 18 months, not touching another man after my ex. And this guy was the first man I decided to date after such a long time.

For a month, we dated without any sex. We made out often, but I was taking things slow, trying to rebuild my trust in men after the breakup. He wasn’t pushy about sex, only asked me twice when things got hot, but I wasn’t ready.

And then, we caught feelings. We met each other’s friends, and I even met his family. Through all that time, he never mentioned his micropenis — not a hint, nothing.

He did ask about my body count though. I didn’t answer, but back then, I had slept with fewer than 10 men. Even that number felt big to me at the time.

After a month of dating, I was ready. I wanted him. It had been 18 months since I’d had any dick, and I was craving it so badly.

We booked a hotel room. As soon as we got in, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I was aching for him, imagining he was about to destroy my pussy.

I got naked. He took off his clothes, and when he slid his boxers down, I thought… he must still be soft. I touched it, started sucking it… but it wasn’t changing.

I was so confused. Why wasn’t he getting hard?

Then it hit me — he was already hard. That was it. That was all he had.

I tried to keep my cool, acting like it didn’t shock me. But inside, I was spiraling. He didn’t say anything about it — just acted like it was totally normal.

He put on a condom, which practically hung off his micropenis, and right as he was about to penetrate me — he came. He ejaculated before he even went in.

I was stunned. What just happened?

He told me he came, and I checked the condom — barely any cum. At that moment, all I wanted to do was cry. I was so desperate for dick, and I got nothing.

I tried to hide my frustration, asked him to lick my pussy, but guess what? He didn’t eat pussy. He didn’t even finger me.

We didn’t talk about it. We just got dressed and left, pretending like nothing weird had just happened.

Thankfully, he was leaving for a long-term business trip soon after, and I took that opportunity to break up with him over the phone.

I told him I met someone new, never mentioning his micropenis to avoid traumatizing him. He cursed me out and called me a whore.

For years after that night, the first thing I would do when meeting a new guy was check his dick. I’d slide my hand into his pants, right before a kiss, just to make sure I wasn’t about to encounter another micropenis.

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Years later, I randomly saw him at a bar. He was with a beautiful young woman, and they looked happy. I couldn’t help but wonder — has she already seen it? Does she know?