The Change Room Incident! (Gay Themes)

By Anon.

This is the story of something that happened to me while I was still in our local swimming team. I was 16 at that time. I was running late for practice, so no one was inside when I arrived in the changing rooms. Everyone had already left for the swimming pool.

Being the only one there, I quickly undressed to full nudity. Normally, I always left my t-shirt on while changing into my speedos because it would hang over my groin. I was embarrassed by my small penis and didn’t want others to see it. A cool trick that allowed me to change like everyone else did and appear normal.

But I knew I wasn’t normal because I had been looking it up online and found out the average-sized dick for a guy my age was 5.2 inches hard. That meant an inch or two should show when soft. I had measured mine often, hoping it would grow, but I was still stuck at 3.8 inches hard. I had barely a knob pointing out when it was soft.

It was so fucking embarrassing because in the changing rooms, I had noticed my friends who freely paraded around naked, and they all seemed to be so well endowed. Why was I born such a loser? My brothers and Dad didn’t have dicks as small as mine, either. It so sucks to be me!

But at least today, I could parade around nude as no one else was there.

Suddenly, a group of swimmers entered the changing room; it must have been the group that had practiced before the older swimmers. They looked like a group from junior high, maybe around thirteen years old, giggling and chatting noisily as they collected their bags, which had their dry clothes in, and walked to the bench to dry off and change.

I quickly opened my swimming bag to look for my Speedos because not only was I late now, but the last thing I wanted was to be laughed at by thirteen-year-olds who probably all had bigger dicks than me.

Luckily, the little kids weren’t paying much attention to me. My heart skipped a beat only a few seconds later as three male teachers entered the changing room to help their charges change. They were chatting, but the conversation stopped when they saw me.

I didn’t dare to look, still frantically going through my stuff. My speedos were missing, I couldn’t find them! I was blushing so hard.

Running a bit late for practice, aren’t we?” one of the teachers asked me across the crowd of young, noisy teens changing.

I could hear the surprise in his voice.

“Sorry, Sir, I am on my way now,” I mumbled, rustling around my bag in a panic.

It wasn’t OK, but I almost couldn’t say anything. I was so shocked. I tried to turn my back to where they were standing so they at least wouldn’t see my tiny thing.

“Are you sure?” another teacher asked, this time with a bit of laughter.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to say.

Where the hell were my swimming trunks?

The male teachers seemed to have their attention drawn to a couple of the junior high boys who suddenly broke out into a bout of nude wrestling. It sounded like one boy had snatched the other’s underwear and wouldn’t return it. I watched momentarily but knew this was my chance to escape.

Suddenly, I could see someone approaching from the corner of my eye. “Looking for something?” the strong-looking teacher asked me.

I panicked. Looked up and saw a blond man looking at me. He was standing beside me now. I’m sure he had a good view of my little penis from that point. I couldn’t answer; I was so mortified.

“Can’t find your Speedos?” he asked in a friendly way.

This is where the story gets messed up. His voice, the shame and embarrassment of being nude in front of all these people, and the fact that I still hadn’t found my swimming trunks brought tears to my eyes.

He must have noticed because he said, “Ooh, it’s nothing to cry about! What’s your name?” he asked.

“Michael Jenson, Sir?” I replied.

“Who’s your homeroom teacher?” he asked again, looking down at me, my small dick right in his line of sight.

“Mr Garrity, Sir!” I replied obediently.

“Garrity, eh? OK then, let me look!” he said, taking my bag off the bench and opening it up.

The other two male teachers had broken up the fight and had now come to the side of the male teacher, who now had my bag in his hands. “What’s going on?” one asked.

“Junior here is in a fluster and can’t find his bathers,” the blond teacher said, looking at his colleagues.

The two other teachers stood there looking directly at my dick. I suddenly couldn’t fight my tears anymore. I was now openly crying, standing there with my little willy in full view.

“It’s OK, little boy!” one of the men said, winking to the other teacher.

“Yeah, It’s not a big deal!” the other one then said.

“Found it! Here you go!” the blond teacher said, pulling my Speedos triumphantly out of my bag and holding them in the air on his finger.

One of the male teachers suddenly laughed, “Anyone would have thought you found some gold in there, Joe!”

My bathers were still up in the air, seemingly so far out of my reach, as the blond man turned and said to the teacher who had just spoken, “Give the kid a break, Mike. Can’t you see he is so embarrassed that his willy has shriveled up to the size of an acorn?”

The other teacher smiled, saying, “I don’t think acorns would be too pleased to be compared with that thing.” He then looked at me and asked, “How old are you, kid?”

“Sixteen,” I replied, feeling even more humiliated.

Suddenly, the three teachers laughed out loud, and the blond teacher threw my bathers at me, which I caught. “There you go, you poor kid. I don’t envy you going through life with such a tiny package as that. Let’s leave the kid alone. He has enough on his plate without us adding to it!”

“Who is his homeroom teacher?” one asked, watching as I pulled my bathers up, finally covering my small dick.

“Fred Garrity, he says,” the blond one replied.

“Oh, Fred will love this. Can’t wait to tell him!” the teacher replied.

“Mike, how about you show a little kindness to our shrimp dick friend here,” the blond man said.

The teacher, being referred to as Mike, looked at me momentarily. Then he said curtly, “Why haven’t you left for the swimming pool, young man? Get you and your tiny manhood poolside now!

I didn’t need to be told twice, and I quickly turned and practically sprinted out of the changing rooms. All I could hear was laughter as I left feeling humiliated by the whole event.

 

The End.

 

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