I am about to graduate. I was named Valedictorian because I had the highest grade point average in my entire class. Everyone knew I was incredibly bright. I was always pretty cocky about it too. Well, not recently, though.
Yesterday, I was at a party with several people I know who are also about to graduate. I made a huge mistake by placing a bet right before. If I could drink 20 beers the entire night, my best friend, Alex Muñoz, wouldn’t wear anything under his graduation robe during the ceremony. If I lost, I would need to do the same.
Unfortunately, I only drank 17 beers that night before I passed out. I thought I had a good chance. Before I continue with the embarrassing story, I am a short, chubby, white guy. My penis is also small. When I mean small, I mean incredibly tiny. Average guys look very large compared to my little dinkle. It is less than an inch when soft and around 2.8 inches when hard on my best day. I also have little marbles for balls. I was always worried about people finding out about my little pee-pee. I don’t need to worry about that anymore.
At graduation, I only wore shoes and socks. I was immediately embarrassed when I arrived. Thank goodness no one knew except for Alex. He kept teasing me about it. He pretended to throw up my robe. It turns out, a few other people knew, but I had no idea. We all sat down for the ceremony. I was enjoying the time with my fellow peers. The time came for me to give my Valedictorian speech. I was super nervous. I walked up and shook hands with the University President, Clark McGabe.
Despite wearing absolutely nothing underneath my robe, I was never a fan of public speaking. In my speech, I highlighted how we can all amount to something great if we just put in the work like I have. After my speech, everyone was clapping. I could see all of their proud faces. As I walked down to the center of the stage, I had no idea, but Alex and his buddies quickly came behind me and grabbed my robe. They tore it off and promptly ran off the stage. I was shocked. I didn’t even have time to process what just happened.
Everyone gasped; even Mr. McGabe was flabbergasted. My chubby, naked body was utterly exposed to thousands of people. It felt like a century was passing before my eyes. With the god-awful long silence came an overwhelming roar of laughter. Everyone immediately got their phones out and began taking photos and recording everything. I heard the university officials laughing behind me. It was humiliating knowing they had such a close and clear view of my pale, bare butt.
I looked at everyone’s faces. They were all amused. I even saw my entire family of 15 hysterically laughing. I couldn’t believe they didn’t share any sympathy for me. I looked at Mr. McGabe, and even he was giggling hard at my embarrassing, nude body. He was such a muscular stud, I am sure he was very hung.
You were probably wondering how did anyone see anything, especially since my dick was microscopic. There was also a huge monitor where everyone could clearly see every detail. It was bad enough they could see everything from a distance, but the camera person made sure to zoom in on me in this once-and-a-lifetime opportunity. So it was very clear how tiny I really was.
Even though I am naturally tiny, that didn’t explain this unique predicament. I was super nervous, so I jacked off before attending. It was also a very cold night. From the nerves, jacking off, and a super cold night, my little nub was barely poking out. I stood there with my little, baby-sized penis wholly exposed. I didn’t know what to do, time felt like it stopped. Reality finally hit me like a baseball. I looked down and realized why people had the right to laugh. My penis was probably a couple of centimeters long, it was an innie. My little size justifiably warranted their mocking and obnoxious reaction.
It was horrible. I was mortified. My scared, little button penis was mainly inside me. It looked like I had a vagina. My little pubes basically covered it. Upon seeing this horrible site, I quickly covered the poor, little guy. I heard people shouting things like how my penis looked like it belonged to a little boy, I didn’t go through puberty, they didn’t know baby carrots were on the menu, I used my intelligence to overcompensate for having no package, and they knew toddlers and newborn babies with larger pee-pees.
I ran off the stage with everyone pointing their cameras at me. With my back now turned to them, I know they got a detailed view of my big, bubble butt jiggling. I ended up falling faceflat with my fat, bare butt sticking up for them. As I fell, I released a loud fart. They laughed hard at this. They witnessed my scared, tight hole. I heard cat call whistles and people clapping.
I got up and ran without even covering my embarrassingly tiny schmeckle. Everyone had a clear view of my little, tiny penis bouncing around. Now, the university officials got to see the little mushroom. They were bursting with laughter when they saw the little thing dangling between my legs. I really had nothing between them.
I finally got away from the ceremony. Even though I was pretty far, I could still hear the heavy, uncontrollable laughter. It finally began to die down after what felt like hours. From afar, I heard Mr. McGabe laughing. He mentioned he has never seen a penis so tiny in his life. He also hasn’t laughed so hard at a graduation ceremony in all his 31 years of service. He said we would remember this ceremony forever.
I hid away from the ceremony completely embarrassed. I was hiding by the side of the university, where no one was. I just stared at the floor. I couldn’t believe what happened. Everyone now knew about my teeny, tiny tater tot. I tried so hard to keep my teeny weeny a secret. I could physically see my baby boy cock getting smaller as the night got colder.
In the distance, I saw Alex. I quickly covered up my little ding-a-ling. He told me he was looking everywhere for me. He couldn’t stop laughing at what had happened. He asked me why I was covering my miniscule winky, everyone already saw the little 1-incher, or maybe less than an inch. I blushed after he said that. He asked me how small it was, he purposely replaced small with big. It was less than an inch soft and around 2.5 inches hard. I could tell he was humorously intrigued by my shortcomings.
He had my robe. I aggressively told him to hand it over. He told me to calm down. He said he understands my anger towards the world because my shriveled up weenie will never pleasure any woman or man. But it wasn’t necessary to act like an enormous dick when I didn’t have one. He asked me if I was a virgin. I told him I wasn’t. He looked at me doubtfully. Right away, I admitted to lying.
He already knew by the size of my little pea. To prepare, he said I should research how to use my tongue because my little gherkin wasn’t going to satisfy anyone. I rolled my eyes and whined like a little child for my robe. I begged him. He agreed to give it back if I showed him my toddler-sized dicklette.
I knew I would regret this, but what other choice did I have. I pulled my hands apart, revealing my shaftless penis. He just stared in disbelief. That disbelief morphed into horrendous laughter.
He got his phone out of his pocket. I told him to quit it. I wasn’t getting the robe unless I did what he said. He took photos of me and my little penis. He put me in the most embarrassing poses. He made sure to take close-ups, so everyone would be able to see how tiny and underdeveloped it was.
Now he realized why I always avoided using a urinal because I was worried about people discovering my little tomato. I admitted to not being able to because it was beyond small. I needed to sit down, like a woman. He was astonished. He walked up to me and flicked my little acorn with his finger. He complimented me by saying how cute it was though. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know many people who are into toddlers like me.
He mentioned how small my tight ballsack was too. All jokes aside, he was sorry everyone had to see my “itty bitty wee-wee,” which were his exact words. I was super red in the face because he kept using words like that. He kneeled down and spoke directly to my little crotch. He started baby talking it. I was so embarrassed.
He wasn’t even apologetic about putting me through that, just that everyone now knew about my “little” secret. He didn’t really feel that bad because ultimately, he decided it was my fault for placing the bet in the first place. He said if his penis was like mine, he wouldn’t want anyone seeing it. It would be the end of his life.
He claimed he thought I would be hung because of my cocky attitude. He now understands why I acted so cocky. He tried to make me feel better by sharing there are benefits to having a puny penis. No one will know when I have a boner, I can wear slim clothes without my bulge showing, and I can shop for underwear and speedos in the junior section. It didn’t make me feel better. It made me feel more defeated and emasculated.
He said the downside despite it being utterly useless was I would need to make special orders for extra-small condoms if I even get that far, which he doesn’t anticipate happening with my shriveled up worm.
I grabbed the robe and quickly turned around to put it on. He commented on how round and big my bodacious, white ass was. He spanked my pale butt cheeks a couple of times. He told me I seriously needed a tan because I was so white. I put my robe back on and felt a bit relieved. He gave me my phone and wallet back since he was carrying them before.
I opened my phone to several text messages from people sending me embarrassing photos of the ceremony, where I am utterly naked with my pathetic excuse for a teeny dick out.