One day a young man was growing through some struggles. Life as a dutch man wasn't so easy, inbetween beer and minecraft the stresses of life had just toppled over him like korrasami on the fandom. One day, after his daily progamme of "Dutch Porn" he took down his trousers and stared long and hard at his pixel dick. His father told him it was genetics, to him it was just fate. Slowly a slow itchy sensation fell upoun him but he ignored it and went on his desk. His dutch friend Romie was on skype, a small underaged girl of 13 that he had pervered on for a while, but got bored after meeting Julie. She was one fine american lass, but after being left for an in denial ginger geordie he had given up on chances of ever living a normal sexual life. Suddenly a skype call started, it was Romie, but suddenly he felt an itching sensation in his crotch. It was an oveprowering sensation for someone with such little meat, slowly he unzipped his zipper and went crazy, slow moans left his beer drinking mouth and he gasped as he realised...Romie had been watching him the entire time, mouth open with suprise. Hes reflex caused him to slap the camera, causing it to fall down and angle it straight down revealing his 1 inch pixel dick. His life was offically over.
In a flash, he ended the skype call and proceeded to shut his screen. Well, his life was already over, might aswell jerk off while he still had the chance? So that afternoon the dutchie spent his time rubbing his flesh, while drinking huge gulps of cheap beer. It was genetics after all.
His life may have seemed ferry over. (Pun intended)