After I had finally come down from the high of sucking off my best friend's dad in front of him I gathered myself and started thinking about dinner. Not mine, but Chris's.
I started in the kitchen, looking on cupboard and the fridge, coming up with ideas for him. I just had no idea, the thought of food, solid food, held no appeal to me. This concerned me, like could I even eat solid food on the small-dick diet?
I needed to do some research, I'd been so ashamed before I ignored everything small-dick. I began with a quick Google and found a couple of online forums. One had a link to Short-Dick Simon's Secrets. It had guides and videos about life as a short-dick it even included a section on the small-dick diet! Perfect.
Setting it up I sat at the breakfast bar and watched.
"Now, trust me when I say this is so, so easy! I've been out and proud as a small-dick for 32 years now" Damn, he looked amazing, he had to be in his 40s but he looked maybe 25?!
"First, there are three rules to the small-dick diet, super simple ones." A big star flew onto the screen, oh god this was cheesy, but kind of charming. "One, you will not eat solid food, don't do it. Mixing the two will result in... well your body gets confused, it doesn't know what to burn as energy and you will feel sick to your stomach for days. No solid food.
OK that answered that.
"Two! You need variety! Just like everyone else you need different aha food groups shall we say? You should not get all your nutrients from the same source and you'll need at least 3, 4 to 5 is better. So get some large-dick's you can rely on to provide regular meals. Breakfast early in the day, a good lunch and a good dinner. You wanna snack in between, go for it. The best thing about this diet is your body will expel what it doesn't need or use! And its through pee, carbon dioxide and a little sweat!! No toilet breaks needed!" Leaning to the camera, "And be classy small-dick, a bathroom is no place to... eat." He winked and I did actually chuckle.
"Finally, and this is very important." He looked serious for a moment. "Do not skip a meal. Seriously. Three meals a day minimum. If your regulars aren't free find a friendly large-dick and ask for help. You miss a meal and your body will turn to itself for nutrition. And it hurts like hell."
OK check, easy rules to follow.
"Lastly, this is for any large-dick followers I have, and those small-dick's with caring large-dick's, make sure you get your nutrients first. No small-dick is gonna be happy if you're malnourished first. Take care of each others guys. Mwah!"
This site was actually kind of awesome, there were other videos too; How to dress and why short-dick attire is so hard to find, Why you shouldn't give up on your falsie, How to protect your territory (that one seemed odd to me), How to get along with another small-dick.
Hmmm seems small-dick's don't like to share. I thought about it for a moment and I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. Actually I wouldn't be ok with any of my... 'friends' being with another small-dick. I think I just growled, I sounded a bit like a small dog... ok that was weird.
Anyway, I guess it was time for Chris to get fed, needed to make sure he got all his nutrients apparently!
My phone dinged and it was Ian.
I: Dude, you will never guess what?
D: What?
I: Your bro just asked if I'd train him up at the gym?! Turns out he wants to be bigger than you so he can be a better source for you!
D: I think you'll find he's plenty bigger than me ;)
I: Haha everyone you know is dude! But I said I'd help him if that's cool with you?
D: Go for it dude, I'll get him a good diet sorted too to help him build muscle, trust me he has more than enough testosterone to get big!
I: OK ew, but cool cool
Hmm interesting. I think high in protein then for dinner!
Just as I was starting to get the chicken out there was a tap at the door and in walked Mr Jenkins.
"Can I come in little one?"
I beamed, pleased to see him. "Of course! Good to see you again today Mr Jenkins." I gave him a hug.
"Well, so lovely.. anyway Daniel, I came over to..." It was then I noticed, he was dressed very smartly, his hair (what was left) was combed, he'd smelled of aftershave. And he was holding a button ball. (A button ball is a gift large-dick's buy small-dick's to show appreciation, it a small cushion covered in buttons (clearly representing something else) laced with a light perfume. Old fashioned by today's standards but I had seen them in movies).
"Ahem."
"Sorry Mr Jenkins, I was just admiring your outfit. You so handsome and smart."
He held out the button ball to me and nodded his head in thanks. I took the button ball and held it up to my nose and inhaled. Mmm smelled like caramel.
"As I was saying little one, I know we've had our encounters now three times and you've just come into your conversion but I was wondering... ahem... if you would consider me a suitable feeder for you?"
I was taken aback, I had never expected this! "Well, Mr Jenkins..."
He held up a hand, "I'm sure you will have many suitable feeders to choose from, I'm sorry to..."
I stepped forward to him "Yes.... I've only just come into this new... way and you've been so wonderful and to be honest... i absolutely love your..." I nodded downwards.
Mr Jenkins looked 10 years younger as a huge grin formed on his face. "Really Daniel, you're sure. Yes of course you are. Well ahem..."
"I do have to make my brother dinner though, shall we say tomorrow before school, after your tai chi? Breakfast?"
He chuckled, "Sounds perfect to me little dicked one. I shall see you bright and early for your breakfast!" With that he turned and I swear he moved more firmly as he left.
Well, one down... two to go...