I’m not purposely trying to 'one-up' you, but…

I once gave a BJ to a man who had a penis the size of the tip of my little finger, though not as thick, by half.

It was dark, in a vehicle, only a distant street light for illumination.

He was a fat guy, with an indeterminate voice, so I suspected that he might be a trans man, and it was his clitoris, but it squirted…

He seemed pleased, quite proud of himself, really, a goofy smile on his face.

Of course, I never said a single word about his penis…

Eventually, further into my sex-work career, I came across more very small ones, not that small, but quite undersized.

I developed a standard reaction to extra small ones.

“Oh!(big smile) Nice one! (feel it with my thumb and forefinger), and hard as a rock!” (big, approving smile).

Once, I was living with a friend, staying in her daughter’s bedroom. I walked out of the bedroom and up the hall, toward the living room. I caught sight of her,(my friend’s), brother, in the bathroom, door wide open, standing in front of the toilet, his right index finger pushing down on the base of his penis, which was, apparently, hard, sticking straight out. It was the size of my ring-finger.

He was, of course, smiling, smugly, proud of himself…

I simply kept walking, as if I hadn’t noticed.

Later, in the car with “Brenda” I told her what had happened and described the size of her brother’s little dick.

Brenda, with no surprise, simply said, emphasizing each word, “He has a *big* cock.”

Taken aback for only a fraction of a second, I said, “Yes. It is enormous.” 🤭😉

😍😘😇🙏🏼