THE MAN WITH THE LARGEST OF SMALL DICKS

(The ONLY Man I Ever Called Master!)

By Waddie Greywolf

For Short Dick

Or Any Boy With A Small Dick~

I had read your post on the board and "Eunuch Central" last week and my heart

went out to you. Who among us hasn't wished he was better endowed! The board

wouldn't accept my long post so I just decided to make it into a letter/story for the

archive. I hope everyone can get something from this brief communication. I needed

a break from "Ties" anyway! So don't expect another post of that until Sun of Mon.

Seems to me you've had some wonderful advice lain at your feet by some pretty giving

and selfless people. Such a variety of persons as well. They all gave sound advice!

Limpone, A-1, Angel, Hunter, Jab, Keith, Hot Lay were all concerned for you and took

your post serious and to heart! The practical advice Robby gave you was sound and as

young as you are you've not stopped growing yet. Most human males continue to grow in height

and other body parts well into their twenties. Some even up 'til nearly thirty.

When I got out of the Navy and came back from Nam I had a 27 in waist and wore a 36 in

jacket from the boys department. I was approx 5'6' tall. In three years time, working out

at a gym and getting away from the stress of war I grew to 5'11', put on 30 lbs muscle and

could only get into a 40 jacket! Oh yes, and my cock grew as well! I've shown close friends

pictures of me in the service and shortly after I got out and they swear it was not me. I

finally ended up giving away all my small clothes. I started out with about 6 and 1/2 in

cock roaring hard. But my God, let it go to sleep or get cold and I couldn't find the damn

thing! I use to see all these guys with these enormous cocks and think, "Where was I when

God portioned out the dicks? Was I sick that day? What?"

Well Son, after I saw that 'Yertle' was truly growing I began to do a few things to coax 'em

on. (Named it Yertle the Turtle 'cause once he pulled his head back into his shell, foreskin., you

could see nothing BUT the head!) Now another thing you have to consider is I was running with

a pretty wild ass bunch of biker, leather guys and wanted more than anything to be accepted as

a respected Master. Not just with the LA leather bar crowd but an outlaw group (well, some were

were better than others!) At first I thought I was going to just have to eat that dream and become a

slave to some good Master. I probably could have done it but just really didn't want to. It all had

to do with imprinting, conditioning and what you want out of life. If you think you would like

playing the passive role to some good Man then, by and large, the size of your dick isn't going

to be that important to him. Also, like someone mentioned through love and mutual contract

between you it may become a gift you want to give him one day! (Read the wonderful story

in the Archives: Big Ed!)

What did I do to coax Yertal to the heroic 8 he is today? How much money you got Kid? LOL

Just Kidding! Master Waddie isn't a cruel Master! (Can be, but you have to beg for it!)

First of all I got him pierced and put a large heavy ring in his head! Maybe that would teach him

to stop thinking for himself? If you don't know, it's called a Prince Albert. Sure kept him from crawling

back in his shell and the ring was handy to hook things on. Extra set of keys. Fishing weights.

Gym locker key. Church key! Small wrench! What ever. Did it hurt? I'll admit I was a bit apprehensive

but the Man that did it was so good that when I ask him when he was going to start he just said

"Any minute now! Look!" It was done and in! I wondered why I hadn't had it done sooner.

The second thing was, I got interested in pumping! You can keep you dick engourged with blood for

hours by creating a gentle suction in a plastic tube by means of a hand pump. Ultimately I built

a system that several friends could use from surplus vacuum pumps. It works to enlarge the penis!

I have know Men to enlarge their penis up to 4 1/2 inches and more! You must be faithful with it and not

abuse it as some of my freakoid friends. They'd get carried away and end up with grotesque cocks

and balls that were not attractive to any one outside their little group of pumpers. If interested I

can provide you with diagrams of how to build your own hand pump device that will work fine

for you for little money. Now since I'm not selling you anything consider that what I'm telling you

is true! I can also send you Jpgs of my grossly over pumped friends as a guide to know when to

stop!! It's easy enough to use several hours every night while watching TV, hacking away at your

'puter, or even doing mundane chores round the house! Furthermore, it can make you randy as

a shote!

The above is for you to consider if you want to enlarge yourself. By providing this information I am

not advocating that you should do these things. They might not be right for you and what you want.

I'm just trying to present possible options you may not have considered.

Finally, I have a short story to tell you with a decided moral. (And Yes,contrary to popular belief, I can write

a short story! Wink! Wink! Nudge! Nudge!) I was a regular in the LA leather bars during the late 60's and early

70's and became a "regular" face. When ever one knows you and knows your story you can go out night after

night and never find anyone to even talk to let alone drag kicking and screaming to your home to tie to the ceiling and

set their hair of fire! ( So much for run on sentences! To lazy to correct! Message more important than delivery!)

(Can I hear an "A-men!" to that Brother David! "Thank you, Son!" "Thank you!") Some of the loneliest times

of my life was spent standing in a Gay bar full of people! Go figure?

Anyway, I use to love the holidays because people would visit the bars in LA from out of town and

all the LA people would go OUT of town. I had a playing field of new talent just ripe to be picked who didn't know

me from Shinola. One night there was this hunk walked in the bar that I damn near lost my retainer over! Six four

broad at the shoulders, narrow at the hips, so much leather on I was afraid for the market in Cow Futures, dripping with

chains and various nifty things about his person! In other words, a heavy S & M player. I had just been to see a

production of Sweet Charity in New York and all I could hear in my head was Gwen Verdon's sexy voice singing,

"The minute you walked in the joint (Boom!...Boom!) I could tell you were a Man born to leather............" Gwen was

much better than I! Besides, she knew the right words! I was always somewhat of a back row Betty with two left boots!

I thought to myself," Well, this big Man is not going to be your average puss in boots trick that will lay back across my

bed and bat his eyes and say, "Oh! I don't know......what do you want to do?"

I ask one of the bartenders who just happened to rent an apartment from me if he new him! He did! Said, "Oh you don't want to take him home! It's a great looking package but it's like that........." My friend held his thumb up to the last joint of his little finger to indicate how small a cock the Man had! This was a friend whose word I never doubted! It simply never occured to him to lie about

anything!

Well, Son (I sound like a real sage, huh? Ah well, playing Daddy comes naturally to me and if you enjoy ....)

I digress! The drunker I got the better he looked! (All the girls get prettier at closing time?) I thought to myself, "The

son of a bitch keeps looking at me and I have no one else I'm interested in and I just don't want to spend another

late Saturday night watching Ava Gabor in "Vampire Queens from Venus" on the tube by myself. Her yelling, "Gets them

Daahlings! So weves can punish dees awhful meenz fromz earth!" Try watching that while ripped to the tits on mescaline!

Make you believe in God real quick!

I didn't give a shit if the Man didn't even have a dick! He was damn good looking! He was breathing, and if I was real lucky he may be able to put two words together to form a sentence! Even better, I thought, if he just communicated in a series of intelligible grunts would make my night. Didn't have high hopes but wansn't going to pass up a change to unwrap the package! I needed a little bit of Christman right that very moment! Who ever heard of any one getting an empty CARE package, anyway? How bad could he be?

I didn't even bother to go through the niceties of introductions and schmoozing! I walked up to him 'cause he had been

looking at me like Goit looked at Patricia Neal in "The Day the Earth Stood Still" just before she uttered those famous words,

"Goit! Klatu Marada Nicto!" I walked over to him , snapped my fingers, and said, "You, Biggun'! Back of my Harley! Now!" He didn't

hesitate but gave me the strangest smile that spoke volumes. It said, "O.K.! You cocky little shit! Wait 'till I get you behind closed doors! Pay backs are a bitch!" I thought, "Oh Jesus! What have I done!"

I cranked the beast, he climed on the back, and away we went! Federal agents had been parking in front of my garages

for about six months as they had a twenty four hour stake out on the last of the Manson Family that lived in a big

brownstone apartment building down the way! I had to ask them to move every time I wanted in and out of my garages.

Here I come at two o'clock in the morning with Godzilla in chains on the back of me bike. They saw it was me and graciously

moved so I could get the bike in the garage, then moved back! They were good men and knew every body that lived in

the neighborhood. As we were walking to go up the stairs to my place, one quietly hollered , "Ya'll have fun now, hear!"

I could have died! Then my new friend started laughing and it started me laughing! I explained who they were and it made

him laugh even more. We were a mess by the time we got inside.

His name was Wayne! He was the first real Man I had ever been with in several years of being gay in Los Angeles.

Yes! He had a tiny dick! He was the first Man ever in my gay life to take charge of me! I didn't fully understand

what was going on at the time but he was comfortable with it and MADE me feel comfortable with it too. The Man

did things to me that makes this old Man blush just sitting here typing it! He had me fully convinced that he had

the most beautiful, wonderful cock I had ever experienced on a Man and my sole purpose for that evening was to

give him pleasure and that he in turn would see to mine. You know what, he did have the most beautiful, wonderful

cock I had ever experienced on a Man to that point! He was comfortable because he didn't allow his sense of self worth

to be predicated on the size of his dick! Until the day he died I always thought of Wayne as having one of the biggest

cocks I had ever been with! He truly was a Giant among men!

Never had I had anyone simply tell me this was the way it was going to be, don't be frightened of it, all will be fine, just go with it........and I did!" I could have spent all night learning to tap dance with that Man and my heart would have been happy!

He taught me things about myself I didn't even know! He had lived with this minor inconvenience, no handicap, for years and had one of the healthiest most profound outlooks on life of any one I have ever met! AND, the icing on his cake was he had a very dirty,

depraved, inventative, nasty mind! A terrible thing to waste! We sparked something in each other that maintained a wonderful

relationship all those years. I wish to God he were still in my life today! I could always count on Wayne to gently nudge me in

the right direction!

We became great friends! We remained friends for close to twenty five years. I always stayed with Wayne when I

went of San Francisco and if he didn't have a lover and I was unattached gratefully and humbly slept in his bed until he

passed away about three years ago. He taught me to be a Master! He taught me the responsibility a Man must accept if he invites

someone to trust him as a Master! He taught me to trust myself! He taught me to trust myself trust others! And what was the greatest lesson I learned from him?

YOUR GREATEST ABILITY FOR SEX AND LOVE DOESN'T LIE BETWEEN YOUR LEGS! IT LAYS BETWEEN YOUR EARS! BECOME THAT PERSON YOU WANT TO BECOME AND DO NOT LISTEN TO ANYONE TELL YOU DIFFERENT!

On the other hand, I have had my run ins with a lot of men out there with enormous dicks. Most of them don't know what a gift they

have and don't know how to use them. I dated the Captian/manager of a major Roller Derby team for a couple of years.

He was an enormous Bear of a Man who didn't take shit off nobody! Gay or Straight! Just soon rip their heads off and shit down

their necks as fool with 'em! He took a shine to me somehow and I ran with him for a little over a year. He had an enormaous dick

I would have given anything to have swinging between my legs! Loved to have me fuck him! Swore and be'damned that nobody ever fucked him better and couldn't get enough. I was half his size everywhere and you have to picture diminutive me on top of this Giant Man doing my best huff & puff spider lady routine! I still laugh about it today! I loved him, still do! He's dead now from the plague!

We were in this "redneck" country and western bar (straight) in Fresno one night and it was cold outside! I mean to tell you it

was freeze your tits off cold! He wanted to stop for a couple of beers and then I was to drive us to a Motel to get a room.

My friend, started drinking beer with a shot of whisky dropped in the glass! Boilermakers! Lethel! After about thirty

minutes he asked me if I wanted to dance!!! I said, "But Dave we're the only two gay men in the place. These are all straight

redneck country folk. They'll rip our heads off!" He mumbled something amd I knew better that to go against Dave's wishes when

he was drinking. He could be one mean son of a bitch if something flipped his switch and I never wanted to be on the end of his

rath! This time he didn't ask me he pulled me out of my seat and we started two-stepping with the straight folks! I'd smile and nod,

like "How do!" "How do!" They didn't seem amused! After that he seemed satisfied and we sat back down. I thought, "Well,

this is gonna' be my first bar room brawl!" I had my ass on the edge of the chair ready to rumble! The waitress walked over with

a tray of drinks and sat everyone down in front of us! Everyone in the place had bought us a round of drinks! They thought if

we had the balls to get up and dance they could damn sure make us feel welcome! I never have gotten so drunk before nor since!

It was such a relief not to have to spend a month in traction, I suffered the next day with as much dignity as possible!

You will find your own truths in life! Be patient, they will come! Your only eighteen fer Christ sakes! The famous Desderata states,

"You are a Child of this Universe, you have a right to be here, and whether or not you understand the way it is unfolding is not important! Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself!" If you haven't read my story, Ties That Bind, do so! There will be a character in the near future that you will better understand all the above. He truly becomes one of the greater Hero's of this story!

Won't send diagrams for pump nor Jpgs until you do! LOL (I guess that would be a price to pay?)

With the good wishes and encouragement I've read on this board, how can you fail? I have to say, after reading the heart felt

responses to your conundrum I know I have found a board I can truly say I am proud to be a small part of! These people blow

me away sometime with their generosity of spirit! I've never experienced that on any other board.

Strive to be happy!

My best wishes too,

Waddie Greywolf