Miguel

Small.

Hey guys, maybe we could have a contest?

The winner is the one who finds the word small somewhere here on this site.

After all, in a place like this I guess it's just like swearing.

A real no-no.

It just doesn't seem to fit in.

"…I just couldn't believe my luck - and the best part came when he slipped off his pants to reveal his small dick…"

"…The hot kid was clearly just as excited and ready for sex as I was. There, under his shorts, I could clearly see a very obvious small bulge…"

See what I mean?

Yes, all I can assume is that whoever first said that small is beautiful must have been trying to placate a disappointed girlfriend.

(He certainly must have been straight. A gay guy wouldn't even have bothered with such a pathetic line. He'd just have saved up as fast as he could for a vacuum pump dick enlarger.)

On the other hand, though, there's one piece of small folklore that virtually every gay guy signs up to.

It's a small world.

That just must be true.

After all, haven't we all slept with some hot kid who claims he's slept with another boy who just swears that he's slept with Johan Paulik or Lucas Ridgeston before they were famous?

Yes, it certainly is a small world.

And that's true even in the most crowded places.

Take Mexico City, for example. It may well be home to 20 million people... and the city's notorious Zona Rosa may accommodate infinitely more screaming queens than the Tower of London ever has... But in many ways it's still a small place, a community where everyone's slept with everyone else - or at least claims to know the dimensions of every guy's dick or the diameter of his asshole…

So, when I picked up Miguel from a somewhat seedy bar in the middle of the area and he took me home to "relax", as he put it, in his small but surprisingly well furnished room, I wasn't too fazed to notice pictures of several of my local friends fixed to the wall.

Most of them come from a place you already know about. It's the new private gentlemen's club where all the boys on the staff do their jobs permanently naked - though most of the time they can also be found that way, hunting for rich guests, even when they're not working!

(So far, though, it wasn't working for me. I was just getting more excited by the minute.)

To relax, Miguel said, you first have to take off your shirt…

…and there's not much point, he added, when you've already taken off your shirt, in leaving on your pants when it's such a hot, sticky summer day in Mexico City…

…and how can you possibly relax properly if you're all hot and bothered from looking at the endless parade of Latino hunks passing through the Zona Rosa all day?

You just have to take yourself in hand and get it all out of your system, don't you agree?

And that's the very thing that my new friend Miguel began to do.

Sometimes relaxing meant stretching out on his couch - but at other times Miguel's idea of it involved, as you'll see, sitting up, standing up, jigging about the room or even shoving his very substantial dick right in my face.

Of course, after just a few minutes of this sort of thing, a hot kid like Miguel did manage to work all the tension - and a great deal else - right out of his system.

He sat back exhausted (though only temporarily, I hoped, as well within the hour I intended to demonstrate a few ways in which I could be of assistance in helping him relax even more.)

But, for now, he was clearly all in.

Miguel slumped back onto his couch and smiled up at me.

I couldn't help noticing that his dick, which only a few minutes before had threatened to fill the room or at the very least do me some serious injury, was rapidly withering away to resume its more normal proportions.

And, as I gazed at it in eager anticipation of further relaxation exercises to come, I couldn't help but reconsider one of my most basic assumptions.

Yes, it seemed to me that, maybe after all, small is beautiful.