First Time I Was Exposed
An SPH Experience by TinySmalls1138.
I was a senior. I had almost made it. There was a month left in my college career, and I was about to graduate with honors from a prestigious college. (I won’t name it here. I don’t need any more identifying info out there than there already is.) Even better than that, I had developed a large group of connected friends. Roughly twenty of us, exactly half men, half women, had slowly grouped over the course of the last four years. We were from different disciplines and backgrounds, so we learned a lot from each other. It had been a wonderful time that I knew I would remember fondly forever.
One sunny day, I was making my way across the quad. A smile plastered across my face because I had just aced my econ final. I was riding as high as I had in a long time. That was when I saw him. My heart dropped. Marty was the one guy in our group that I couldn’t stand. He was here on a football scholarship, and he looked like it. Tall, blonde, and handsome as could be. He was like the villain in a cheesy B college movie, and as far as I was concerned, he acted like it. He had really enjoyed tormenting me for the last few years. Messing with my food, making up embarrassing nicknames for me. He even threw me out of the locker room in my underwear once. Thank god he left me my underwear, but it was embarrassing all the same. Everyone called me “polka dots” for months.
“Hey, short stack!” he shouted. I cringed, “How’s it going?” He slapped me on my back just a little too hard, the way guys like him do.
“Not bad,” I answered flatly. “Just did really well on an econ test, so that’s nice.”
“Hell yeah, polka dots, I’m proud of you. Anyway, Bethany sent me to let the group know that she’s having a pool party at her parents’ place to celebrate everyone graduating. Be there at six. I got a special surprise planned.” Without giving me time to answer, he clapped me on the back once more and jogged across the grass to hit on a freshman cheerleader who happened to walk past us. I glared at him for a few moments, deciding somewhere in the back of my brain that I couldn’t graduate without getting him back, without making him feel some sort of consequence.
The rest of the day went slow. I kept imagining all the things Marty had done to me over the years. The wedgies, the nicknames, the time he convinced everyone that he caught me wearing panties in the locker room. He absolutely had to pay. When the time came, I went back to my dorm room and got undressed. I stood in front of the mirror, looking over my body for a moment or two. I had spent the last couple of years going to the gym more regularly and had actually managed to build a physique I was somewhat proud of. It wasn’t until my eyes moved farther south that I was reminded that there were certain shortcomings that no exercise could help.
I pulled on a t-shirt and the special swimsuit I found last summer. It was the only one I had ever seen where the fabric didn’t do that thing where it suctions around you when you climb out of the water and shows everyone the outline of your junk. I gave myself one last glance and smiled. That was when I got a text that simply read “I’m here, nerd.” I grabbed my towel, slipped my feet into my flip flops, and headed out.
The rusted red El Camino was sitting in the parking lot outside of my building, puttering away as if it might die any minute. It would worry me, but that’s how it sounded for years. In the driver’s seat was Maya, a girl I had harbored a secret crush on since sophomore year. We had become good friends to the point where I felt she would be one of the people I would stay in touch with for the rest of my life. Her raven black hair hung over her face perfectly, as it usually did. I was a little flustered when I saw that she had gone without a shirt. I know it’s childish, but the sight of her perfect C-cup breasts in a black bikini while she sat behind the wheel caught me off guard.
“Hey, Polka Dots!” she said as I slipped into the passenger side. I blushed. It’s hard to explain, but when she did it, it didn’t really upset me. It was playful and loving.
“Hey, Valentine,” I replied, in reference to the time Kayla gave her a wedgie and hooked her heart print panties over the back of her chair. She blushed and smiled at me.
“Fuck you. How’s your day been?” she slammed on the gas, sending us peeling out of the parking lot and speeding onto the main road. Her driving had always freaked me out, but it was worth it to sit in her passenger seat.
“Not bad. Aced that econ test.”
“Hell yeah, nerd! Then we picked a good day to celebrate.”
“Yeah… should be fun.”
“You don’t sound convinced,” she said, pulling a pack of cigarettes down from her visor and lighting one up. Another habit of hers I tolerated.
“It’s just… I don’t know. I’m kind of tired of dealing with Marty’s shit. You know? Like, why does he have to be an asshole to just me?”
“Does the whole polka dots thing really bother you that much? I can stop.”
“No, not really. It doesn’t BOTHER me, it’s just still a little embarrassing, is all, and he’s done a lot more than that.”
“If it helps, nobody actually believed that rumor about you having a Sailor Moon body pillow.”
“Jesus, I didn’t even HEAR about that one!” I buried my face in my hands, unable to fathom the things he’d done without me even knowing. Maya was the first to speak.
“I… I think I have a story that might make you actually feel better. You didn’t hear it from me, though, understand?”
Intrigued, I agreed to her terms. “Alright. My lips are sealed.”
“Well… you remember how I used to go out with his dorm mate? Well, he gave me a key, and one day I went over there and accidentally walked in on Marty changing.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure he hated that. That dude is such a show off.”
“Oh, he was definitely not happy about me seeing what I saw.” With an impish grin, she held her hand up and wiggled her pinky.
“Seriously?” I said, the gears turning in my head immediately.
“Itty bitty. I felt bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh before I slammed the door shut. He texted me like five times, begging me not to tell anybody. As promised, please don’t share what I told you. I’m not saying you can’t start the rumor, but people can’t know where it came from, deal?”
“Deal,” I said with a smile, knowing it wouldn’t be a problem.
We pulled up to the house with a squeal of the ancient brakes. There were already several cars parked in the driveway and along the street. I immediately recognized Marty’s olive green Jeep. It looked like he was one of the first to arrive, because of course he was. The pool behind the massive house was buzzing. It seemed like just about everyone had shown up, and some had even brought partners. There was a good, lively crowd gathered around the large pool area. A few were splashing around in the water, but most everyone was lying out on the pool deck doing their best to look good, and they were succeeding.
I had just laid my towel on a chair and gotten set up when I heard his voice. My shoulders jumped up toward my ears. “Hey there, polka dots! You got here just in time.” I looked to my right to see him standing over me, holding something in his hand that was obscured by a sheet. He then stood up tall to address everybody. “Ladies and gentlemen! The fraternity of Delta Iota Kappa would like to present to you the newest piece of fine art that will adorn our hallowed halls for years to come!
He pulled the sheet off to reveal that he had somehow stolen the pair of polka dot underwear from that day and framed them. He made sure I got to see them before he held them over his head for the group to laugh at. It echoed in my ears, mixing with all the other humiliation he had caused me for the last four years. When I looked over to Maya, she gave me a wink, and that was all I needed. While he was showing off for the crowd, I reached forward and grabbed his swimming trunks, yanking them to his ankles.
A dead silence fell over the crowd, but it only lasted a moment before being replaced by a burst of hysterical laughter. A few people quickly reached for their phones. A couple of women nearby held up their thumbs and pointer fingers, a couple of inches apart, trying to approximate his size. And a few even mocked him out loud.
“Hey, little guy! You look cold!”
“That explains so much about you.”
“Expecting that growth spurt any day, huh?”
Seemingly stunned, Marty spun around toward me before pulling his trunks up. I noticed that while he wasn’t big, he was bigger than me. I wasn’t going to let on, though. I had to join in on the taunting. “No wonder you always showered in the private stalls! Mini Marty! Mini Marty!”
Perhaps if the rest of the group well-liked him, the chant wouldn’t have caught on so quickly, or lasted as long as it did. Sadly, we’ll never know. His skin bright red, he stomped into the house amidst a sea of wiggling pinkies.
“Oh, my God.” Said Maya as things settled down and everyone went back to partying. “That was fantastic. Exactly what he deserved.’
“Yeah, maybe now he’ll leave me the fuck alone.” If only I had known how wrong I was.
About an hour has passed, and I have almost forgotten about everything that had happened. I was standing directly in front of Maya, who was sitting on one of the beach chairs. I was in the middle of a sentence about something I don’t remember when I felt a pair of hands grab my swimming trunks and pull. They fell to my ankles with little resistance as time stood still.
I watched as Maya’s eyes shot down to my exposed crotch, and immediately went wider than I had ever seen them before. Her hand shot up to her mouth and did a bad job of holding back her unstoppable laughter. I looked down to see that the cold water of the pool had made my dick even smaller than usual. It hardly stuck out past my neatly turned bush.
My hands dropped down to cover my shame, but that wasn’t in Marty’s plans. He grabbed my arms and put me in a full Nelson, forcefully holding my hands high above my head. In this position, I was totally exposed. I could feel my skin turning bright red. That was when I noticed Maya taking out her phone for some pics.
“Maya! What the hell?!” I tried my best not to shout and gain any more attention. Another thing I didn’t think Marty would let me get away with.
“Sorry!” She said, not sounding very sorry at all. “When am I gonna get this opportunity though. What if I need leverage over you at some point?”
“Oh, it won’t do you much good there,” Marty said from behind me. “Everybody is gonna get a chance to see this. Hey everybody!” He yelled out, drawing the crowd’s attention. At the same time, he spun me toward the pool to give everyone an unhindered view of my tiny, shriveled penis.
At first, there were a few seconds of stunned silence, followed by an explosion of laughter. Whatever Marty got, I got twice as bad. Gorgeous women I had known for years wiggled their pinkies at me and expressed disbelief that penises even got as small as mine.
The hope that it wouldn’t go much farther evaporated as he started marching me around the pool. He made sure everyone got the chance to tease me, take up close pictures, and do pretty much whatever they wanted. A few of the men even got brave and stood next to me while dropping their own trunks. They were all much bigger than me.
The women had a field day, almost all of them wanting to pose next to me while holding their thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart. The entire time, the small crowd chanted things like “Baby Dick!” “One inch wonder!” And the one that would become my nickname for the remainder of my college career, “Micro Eric!”
Just as he was walking me back toward my spot, and I thought the humiliation ritual was over, Maya walked up to us with a smile spread wide across her face. She held up her hands, silencing the mocking crowd.
“I don’t think this is fair!” She said, filling me with hope before dashing it with, “We can’t really see how big it is if he’s soft.”
“Maya, no! Please, for the love of god just let me go.” I begged, knowing it would do no good. She gave me a playful wink and lowered herself to her knees. Having her right at eye level with my tiny cock was already stimulating enough, but then she decided to reach forward and gently tickle my shrunken balls.
The reaction was almost instant. My little guy almost immediately sprang to life, as if he had just been waiting for his moment to perform. This drew even more laughter, especially considering it didn’t get that much bigger.
I couldn’t even look at the crowd anymore, but they were sure enjoying looking at me. Phones captured every angle of my humiliation. It felt like forever before Marty let me go. I immediately pulled on my trunks and ran inside to hide from everybody.
Eventually, Maya came looking for me, finding me cowering in the bathroom. “Hey, little guy. You still gonna need a ride home?”
She gave me a smile and a wink. I did not return it. Still, I needed the ride home, so I stood up and followed her to the car. She didn’t take me home, though. She took me back to her place, but that’s a different story for another time.
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The End.
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