There was no easy way to say it, I thought, peering down into my boxers. My cock was small. It had always been small. When I was growing up, I'd always assumed that it would grow and reflect the man I believed I was inside. But puberty came and went, I grew taller, my twin sister, Ruby's tits grew larger, my friends' voices deepened and yet, I remained with a cock smaller than one a ten year old might sport.

Sighing, I let go of my waistband, letting it snap back against my body, which I began to examine in the mirror. I wasn't unattractive, I mused, rubbing my hand across my chin in thought. I wasn't skinny or muscular, but I wasn't in any way fat. I was slightly shorter than most guys in my grade at school, sitting at 5'8, rather than closer to 6''. Running a pale white hand through my tousled brown hair, I turned away from my bedroom mirror just in time to see my phone screen light up with a message on Snapchat.

Picking up my phone, I glanced at the time, 5:32PM on a Sunday, before unlocking my phone and opening up Snapchat. Swiping across the screen took me to my messages and the new snap waiting for me.