I checked on Instagram and was surprised to see so many notifications. Hundreds of people shared it on their story using #littlejohn. My secret was out. Everyone knew my penis hardly grew during puberty. The ceremony finally ended.
Alex walked me to the parking lot where I waited for my family to pick me up. Several laughing classmates greeted me, showed me their pinkies, and even gestured the universal small penis sign. They couldn’t believe they came that small.
Some professors even came up and told me they do not envy me for having such a tiny nub. Alex said I was very popular tonight and that everyone loved my “wittle toy.” I felt so embarrassed and ashamed.
Alex had to leave. He hugged me and congratulated me on my success. I congratulated him too. He looked at my mid-section and told me not to worry. He pulled up my robe, exposing my small penis again. He said there has to be some freak out there who will be happy with my little tic-tac.
He held it with his thumb and index finger. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek. He whispered he wanted me for so long, but my mini corndog sealed the deal. He laughed and left. Again, I was super embarrassed by his words.
Mr. McGabe came up to me. He was stifling a giggle, but told me in his deep southern accent, “kid, it must be rough having a third nipple or baby toe for a prick.” He shook my hand and left with an adorable smile.
My family finally picked me up after I had to endure countless tiny dick jokes from classmates, parents, kids, and anyone else strolling by. My family couldn’t stop talking about my tiny crotch size. My dad was ashamed because everyone now thought he had a tiny nub. He blamed me for it! I didn’t want to go to the family dinner celebration, but my family forced me because they spent money on the reservation.
They told me to get over it and take my non-existent manhood to the event. My dad tried to cheer me up by telling me there would be shrimp and cocktail weenies. He gave me a knowing smirk. I told him his pun was unappreciated. He told me to lighten up. He joked about how no one probably saw anything anyway. There weren’t any extra clothes, so I had to endure only wearing my robe.
We arrived at the restaurant. I came in and was introduced to the rest of my family laughing at me. They gave me a round of applause and more cat call whistles. They kept retelling the story of how ridiculous I looked with my little nub bouncing into view.
They created GIFs of it and repeatedly played them over and over again. I had to keep reliving the most embarrassing moment of my life. I just sat there as they kept watching my exposed penis. Eventually, they quit laughing but wouldn’t stop looking towards my crotch area the entire night.
My dad gave a toast about how proud he was that I graduated but also made sure to get some jibes at my little nub. He said even though the entire university saw my little penis, and it was broadcasted to even more people, that I still came out on top of my entire class. My brother claimed I will never be on top. This got the whole room giggling.
I was so humiliated everyone was laughing about my little dick. My grandpa was laughing the loudest. My dad made sure everyone knew he was hung, and I am nowhere near his size. He didn’t want my baby dick to ruin his reputation.
After the toast, he came up to me. He said everyone was proud, even though I still had a little boy penis. He said there isn’t anything to be ashamed of, really, there isn’t anything down there to be ashamed of. He slapped me on the butt to further taunt me.
After that horrifying exchange with my dad, my grandpa came up. I spent most of my time as a young child with my grandpa. He always let me be naked growing up. Frequently, he would be in the nude as well. He used to live in a nudist colony. We did everything together.
He told me he was super embarrassed his grandson, who is a fully grown man, had a penis smaller than he did when he was 4. Growing up in a nudist colony, he saw many men with little dicks, but it was nothing compared to mine. He pulled out a picture of me when I was 3 playing in the bathtub. Looking at it, my pee-pee hardly grew! I couldn’t believe my penis was the same size as my three-year-old self.
He recalled when I would run around the neighborhood naked literally all the time. All the neighbors would get a kick out of it. He would giggle everytime I would run around completely naked with my little pee-pee just bouncing around, without a care in the world. He would have to chase me all the time. Sometimes he forgot he was naked and chased me in the front yard. Those were good and fun times, even when my grandpa was embarrassed. From what I remember, he is hung, so he had nothing to worry about.
Looking at my little peanut now, he says it actually looked bigger back then when I was a toddler. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe my grandpa was openly assuming my mini grape is smaller now. I sternly disagreed, but he just sarcastically dismissed it.
He said he changed my diapers, saw me naked all the time growing up, and didn’t see a difference tonight on stage in front of thousands after my robe was ripped off. It was the same little pee-pee, and it will always be.
I told him it will probably grow. He gave me an absurd and dramatic laugh like from a drunk man with a big beer belly. He said, “we both know that is impossible, boy, but whatever helps you sleep at night. It’s good to have ambitious dreams.”
I looked down depressively, and he told me it was nothing to be ashamed about. He wished me luck with the ladies, looked down at my crotch area, and winked at me with a huge grin. he patted my back and gave me a hug out of sympathy. The girl I end up with, he hopes she has a magnifying glass to see my infant wee-wee. He will also pray she will feel something.
At the end of the night, everyone seemed proud of me, despite my minuscule cocklette being exposed. I was proud of myself but had this embarrassing situation that no one would ever let me live down.
After dinner, we went home. I had gone straight to bed. I didn’t fall asleep for hours because I was scrolling through every picture and video captured of my nakedness on Instagram. Alex also sent me the photos he took of me when we were away from the ceremony. I finally fell asleep but woke up in the middle of the night.
I decided to go skinny dipping in the pool in our backyard. I took everything off and quitely swam in the pool. The water felt nice. Since the whole night, I finally didn’t have a care in the world. It was just about me swimming in the nude with my fat buns and little weenie.
I got out and sat on the edge of the pool. I looked down at my prepubescent dinkle. I still couldn’t believe this happened. It felt like a nightmare. I looked out at the full moon. I told myself, I shouldn’t be ashamed. Just because I have the smallest ding-a-ling in my entire class, maybe even the whole world, it doesn’t change or define who I am. I can still make a difference. I need to learn to embrace this new identity.
Fast forward eight years later. Now, I am rich with a lovely job. Even though this happened so long ago, people still do not hesitate to mention the time the entire university witnessed my tiny pee-pee.
The video is still up on the university’s website. They had to blur my baby dick, but they didn’t need to blur much. I’m still friends with Alex. He always brings up the video at my expense. He will even tell strangers about it when we are out.
Now, I have embraced having a pinky-sized dick and am happy with where I am in my life, even though I still get embarrassed from time to time when people ruthlessly remind me about it. My husband, Stephen Kester, constantly laughs at it and flicks it with his finger. It’s smaller than his pinky finger, even when I am hard. My family wasn’t surprised when I came out. They were supportive and relieved because they knew I would struggle to find a woman with my unfortunate and laughable size.
I am kind of a nudist at home, like my grandpa. I am always naked. Even when I am working, Stephen will randomly approach me to comment on how incredibly tiny it is. He knows it excites me.
He also does it to keep me in check. He’s a dominant daddy type, so he puts me over his knee to spank my bubble butt all the time. He spanks me completely naked for being born with such a wittle pickle.
If I ever whine or argue with him, he’ll point out my shortcomings, or he’ll yank my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. He tells me since I have a dick tinier than a baby, I shouldn’t be telling anyone what to do. If I ever whine, he’ll treat me like a little boy who deserves punishment.
He has made me go to nude beaches or resorts with him. He is very huge compared to me. The head of his penis is bigger than my entire wee-wee when it’s hard. He makes me go because he knows I will be the tiniest and be very embarrassed. He even makes fun of it around my dad. They both tease me for it. My dad says he doesn’t know what Stephen can do with it, which he claims not much.
Even though it is embarrassing, he loves it. He always puts the little clit in his mouth, even though it barely goes past his lips. He giggles while it is in his mouth because he can’t believe how small it is. He kisses me everywhere, and I know I am loved by this muscular hunk. Alex mentioned there had to be a freak who would actually like my under endowment. Well, Stephen was the freak who actually liked my tiny tee tee. There is someone for everyone.
One of his favorite jabs is that since I am a astrophysicist, he needs an advanced telescope to see my pinky-sized dinkle. I just laugh it off, and usually, get hard like at 2.3 inches. He giggles at my erect baby penis all the time. It’s the curse of having a cock like a newborn baby.