"Brandon!" Kelly shouted through gritted teeth, followed by a yelp of pain. "That's - URGH! - that's the wrong hole!"
Brandon shoved in again, smirking behind his wide framed glasses as Kelly gasped and tried to pull away. His grip around her wrist tightened as he jolted her back inward, her curly brown hair bouncing so beautifully he just had to grab it.
"Ow, stop!" Kelly pleaded. "It hurts, take it out!"
"Fuck you, this feels great," Brandon panted, picking up the pace in spite of Kelly's cries.
Kelly grunted, but she didn't move. She let Brandon finish before kicking him off and wrapping herself up in her discarded clothes.
"Fuck you, Brandon," she cried, her mascara running. She clumsily tried to put her panties back on while Brandon leaned back on his bed, basking in the post-coitus afterglow. He had a smug look on his face as he watched through the dim light a small sliver of his cum trail its way down Kelly's inner thigh.
"You're lucky you've got a small dick, you gremlin," Kelly spat out as she opened his dorm room door.
"Oh it wasn't that bad, bitch," Brandon barked. "You liked it!"
"Asshole!" Kelly yelled, slamming the door.
"Go cry about it!" Brandon shouted after her.
He let the quiet calm him before going to the bathroom. Brandon looked himself over, grimacing at Kelly's comments.
"Gremlin..." he repeated, pushing up his thick brimmed glasses. Standing naked in front of the mirror, Brandon sighed. She was right...
Brandon was only 4'9" with brown eyes, olive skin, and dark black hair. Dark black curly hair that covered his entire short body. His arms, his chest, his legs, all the way up to his round rump. Brandon gave himself a slap on the ass, watched it ripple. Like a girl's ass, he thought.
Worst of all... small dick. 3" flaccid, 3" hard, with two grape-sized testicles. Brandon shook his head, trying to shake away the images.
He took a long shower and decided that in spite of everything, today had been a pretty good day.
The next evening, there was a timid knock on Brandon's door. So timid, he first thought he may have been hearing things. He pulled his earbuds out, listening closely. Sure enough, there was another soft knock at his door, and Brandon beamed.
He bolted up off his bed and strode confidently towards the door. "So!" he started, raising his voice to be heard. "Back for more, are ya, sweetcheeks?"
Brandon opened the door, and his smile waned. At first, he didn't really register what he was looking at. But being short all his life, he quickly gathered that he was staring at the torso of somebody much, much taller than him.
"You bet, Branny Boy," a deep, masculine voice replied.
With a gulp, Brandon craned his neck upward. The guy standing before him must have been at least 6'11" with thick muscle covering his frame. He had ruddy, reddish-brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a healthy amount of stubble on his chin. He was smiling deeply, showing off an impressive pair of dimples.
Instinctively Brandon took a step backward, and the giant took this as an invitation to step inside. He nearly had to duck to get into the doorframe, but once he did he reached back and shut the door behind him. Brandon was now alone in his dark dorm room with this titanic stranger.
"Name's JD," he said, leaning down ever so slightly to extend his hand out to Brandon's. They shook, and Brandon noticed the guy was taking care to not squeeze his hand too tightly. Even so, Brandon's hand looked like a toddler's cupped within his grasp. Brandon started to sweat.
