I'll admit that I like them big -- #5 on the list of the Traits I Find Attractive is a Kielbasa+++ beneath the belt. But small ones have their benefits.
1. No worries about your teeth getting in the way.
2. "Sure, go ahead and top me. No problem."
3. They're extremely sensitive.
4. They're always a surprise.
5. Guys with small ones tend to have low self-esteem, regardless of their other qualities, and it's fun to work on building them up.
The biggest drawback is: they don't take off their pants easily. They hide behind a towel at the gym. They don't go to bath houses or M4M Parties, or cruise for hookups. 25% of men in U.S. have 5" or less, but you never see them. Only the whoppers are on display.
The small guys never see other small guys, either. Leaving them to believe that they are even smaller. Making them less likely to display it. And so on, a vicious circle.
I've only been with a few guys in the 5" and under category, and almost never for a hookup. Sharing here and there, a date once in a while.
I dated a firefighter in Dayton who was about 3.5" He said that sometimes guys changed their minds and left the moment he dropped his pants.
Comic Book Guy in Florida was attractive, and into kissing, but he wouldn't let me in his bed for a long time. When I got there, I found out why: an angry inch, maybe two. That wasn't the reason we broke up, though. His sleeping arrangements were just too weird.
The smallest guy on my Sausage List was Leronne, the ex-boyfriend of my boyfriend Charlie, the high school football coach. One night Charlie invited him along on our date, to have dinner and hopefully "share."
"He's shy," Charlie warned me. "And he's very self-conscious about his size, so don't say anything."
"Please, I'm not that rude!" I exclaimed, offended. "How could I fault a guy for something he has no control over?"
"Just kind of build him up, praise him for how nice it is. Pretend you want him to top you."
"Ok, fine." I was wondering just how small this guy was, to require building up even after you have agreed to go to bed with him.
We had dinner in Yellow Springs, the hippie enclave -- Charlie was too closeted to be seen anywhere in Dayton.
This was the 2000s, past the era when coming-out stories were standard parts of dinner conversations, but Leronne told me his anyway. Growing up in southern Ohio, feeling isolated and alone because he was attracted to men, because he was black, and because he was "puny." He hated gym class because guys would always laugh and point at his puny package in the locker room, call him a "girl" and a "fag."
"But it was even worse when I came out." he continued. "Guys were all like, 'Come on, hottie, let me see your giant sausage,' and when I pulled it out, they like lost interest. I was afraid to even go to the gym."
"How did you end up with a football coach?" I asked.
"I always liked them big," Leronne said with a smile. "Big muscles, big package. No Princess Teeny-Tiny for me."
"Double standard, huh?" I thought.
We all agreed to the sharing, so we returned to my apartment, sat on the couch to "watch a movie," and started getting intimate. Leronne was a good kisser, but reluctant to strip. Both Charlie and I were naked before he unbuttoned a button.
Finally we took him into the bedroom -- he insisted on leaving the lights off -- tore off his shirt, and unzipped his pants.
I pretended excitement. "Wow, what a monster! I hope you're a top!"
He was actually a bottom. Charlie and I double-teamed him for awhile, and then I lay there while Charlie finished up.
I woke up at dawn. Not wanting to wake the others, I put on a bathrobe and sat at my desk to work on my computer.
I went to show him. My bathrobe hung open.
He stared. "What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're so small!"
"That's...um...you know, it gets bigger when you're with a guy."
"I know, but last night you were like, huge..." He spread his hands in a fish-catching gesture. "And now you're like...that."
"I'll have you know that I'm in the A Category in the Horseman's Club in Amsterdam," I said, getting angry. "No admission fee. I'd like to see you get anything higher than a C!"
"Sorry -- I didn't know you were sensitive about it. I'm not into size, anyway. C'mon, let's go wake Charlie up." He bounded back into the bedroom and climbed atop Charlie -- who also got bigger when he was with a guy.
Weird how even being accused of smallness can sting.
See also: My Two Boyfriends; The Truth about the Black Penis