Jake’s Original Dilemma
By Babydicklover.
Jake’s Dilemma – Mom’s POV by TPK.
Continuing Jake’s Dilemma by Babydicklover
Jake’s Next Dilemma by Babydicklover
Another Dilemma in Jake’s Life by Babydicklover
Jake’s Final Dilemma by Babydicklover.
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Authors Note: As a hardcore fan of this story, I want to continue it and ensure Jake faces many dilemmas. This is the prelude to Jake’s Dilemma. The credit belongs to Willy D for the original story.
Chapter 1
My name is Jake. I am eighteen years old. I am somewhat skinny, average height, and have a buzz cut. I just graduated from high school a few months ago, so welcome to freedom. This I thought until I had more free time. I didn’t really know what to do. I only lived with my father. His name is Jared, and he is pretty good-looking, my family has told me. I am a few inches taller than him. He is also pretty chubby with a cute bubble butt. He’s quite a macho but gentle parent figure. I really loved that about him. He carried himself with a delicate masculine aura. I always felt protected around him. I knew I was always safe with him.
I never knew my real mother, but I did have a stepmother for the earlier part of my childhood when we lived in France. I don’t really miss France, but the nude beaches were always so fun. It was one of my favorite childhood memories. I don’t really get to be nude like I used to be as a young boy. And unfortunately, they divorced several years ago. She moved to the United States, to Maine, which, funny enough, we moved to many years ago. I didn’t miss France. I really liked where we lived. My father and I have a respectful and playful relationship. We love to tease each other with light-hearted jokes. And we are always honest with each other. We practically tell each other everything.
I joke about him being single, so he jokes about me always being his little boy, no matter what. This didn’t matter to me because it was in all good faith. Granted, he doesn’t like it when I tease him about his body, so I avoid it altogether. But sometimes I will bring it up when I think he deserves it. We lived in a small house, somewhat deep in the forest. The view is pretty heavenly, so we often hiked around. I enjoyed our nature adventures. Oftentimes, we would hike to this nearby lake, which was pretty secluded, and would swim there.
I had the crazy idea of swimming in the lake by myself, which is something I’ve never done. I was breaking my father’s only rule: don’t go off on my own without a buddy. But honestly, who cares, because I was an adult and could do whatever I wanted. One day, while my father was out, I walked to that beautiful lake. I dove in quickly and felt cleansed by the nice cool water. I felt incredibly refreshed and rejuvenated. I was hoping no one would catch me, but this place was normally isolated from everyone. I swam around for I don’t know how long. But it was a long time because my skin became very pruny, yet not as wrinkled as my old man’s, though, that’s for sure. I have to remember that one when the time is right.
I was lost in a daydream where I swam with girls in love with my body until I heard my father call out, “Jacob Michael Petit. What do you think you are doing out there? What began as a raised voice quickly turned into a screaming session. “I told you to never go out here on your own. What were you thinking?”
“Well, Dad, don’t forget I’m an adult now. I can do whatever I want.”
“Oh, really? Get out of the water now.” He demanded.
His tone was quite intimidating, one I haven’t heard in a while.
“Dad, it’s not a big deal at all, really.” I felt myself growing more nervous the more he towered over me, and I don’t mean physically.
“It is a big deal to me. I only have one rule for you, boy.”
He shouted a few more times while I dried off and put on the rest of my clothes. I just rolled my eyes and walked ahead of him. We didn’t talk the rest of the way.
“Go to your room and think about what you’ve done.”
I just smirked at him and walked away. He was being completely unreasonable. He was basically giving me time out, I was fine and grown up. After an uncomfortable hour, I heard a knock on the wooden door.
“Kiddo, can I come in?”
“Yeah, sure, Dad.”
“Look, son, I am very disappointed in you. I know it was exciting, but you don’t know what’s out there. I care about you, and I’m just looking out for you.”
“But it’s really none of your business what I do with my life now.”
I didn’t want my father to think he was in charge of my life. He was always overprotective, but now I can make my own choices, and it isn’t up to him. But looking at his face, he seemed very turned off by that.
“Listen, boy, if you live under my roof, you obey my rules. And that’s final.”
“Dad, I’m not a little boy anymore; you can’t control me.” I started getting angry at him for being dramatic about this whole thing.
“Fine, if that’s how you will be…”
Something must have flipped in his mind because without hesitation, he grabbed my wrist with all his strength. My father was a lumberjack, so he was really strong–even for his old age. He dragged me to the family room as I tried to release his painful grip.
“Dad, what are you doing? You’re being crazy!” I shouted so loud my voice cracked, which didn’t help my case.
“For someone who is acting grown up, you’re a pretty immature boy. And with that immaturity comes that exact punishment.”
I haven’t seen my father like this since I broke my grandma’s urn when I was a young teenager. Before I could continue protesting like an unbearable child, he sat on the couch, bent me over his knee, and just held me there. I knew exactly where this was headed. I was about to be spanked. The last time he spanked me was years ago. This couldn’t be happening. It must have been a horrible nightmare.
“Dad, stop. Please. I am a grown man. This isn’t right. I’m not eight. This is so cruel.”
I wiggled around, trying to escape my father holding me down with his manly strength. I don’t know how he was so strong. I couldn’t overpower him in the slightest. He had complete control over my body. He yanked my shorts down, so I presented him with my underwear-covered butt. He threw my shorts across the room.
He rubbed my bottom softly, like he was studying the architectural landscape. His warm hand kneaded every sensitive area. I was so embarrassed that I was about to receive a spanking from my father. This was the man who raised me and loved playing with me. I thought this was over years ago.
“Please, don’t.” I continued to shout.
He ignored me and started spanking my ass. It began with light taps, quickly becoming consistent, hard licks. I guess it wasn’t a nightmare because the pain would have woken me up.
“Daddy, no. That hurts.”
I didn’t mean to call him that, but it just came out. His power honestly transported me back to adolescence. I did feel like a little boy again under my father’s grip. It felt like nothing had changed from then to now.
“Awww, now you want to call me ‘Daddy?’ That’s not something a grown-up would say, huh?”
“I’m sorry. I am. I’m sorry I disobeyed you. I won’t do it again.”
“You promise?” He whispered.
His whispers and calm demeanor felt even more intimidating than his shouting.
“Yes, daddy. I promise.”
“Good, but see, I still don’t believe you.”
He then took off my shirt and socks and also threw them where my shorts landed. There was nothing I could do to stop him. The pain was getting much worse, and I felt so naughty like this.
“Things were going so well, but since you graduated, your ego is insufferable. I didn’t raise such a punk–like the time you came home late and drunk. I was so worried. I didn’t think this type of punishment was appropriate. But after what happened today, you deserve this, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. I’m a good boy, really.”
I guess I would never learn. I should have just apologized and maybe things would have ended sooner. But my pride again got in the way.
“Clearly not.”
This couldn’t get any worse. Each spank clap not only hurt but embarrassed me so badly. But this could be close to the end. There was no way he would actually spank me naked. Like he read my mind, he yanked my underwear off my body. And like before, he tossed it in the middle of the room.
“I didn’t know adults still wore short little cartoon tighty-whighties.” I saw all my clothes clumped together in that small pile. Now, my own father had a clear view of my naked pale butt. At this point, it must have been red, but I couldn’t tell. “You’re going to get a bare-bottom spanking, boy. I don’t care how embarrassed you are. You need to learn your lesson. Tell me you deserve this.”
“Yes, I deserve being spanked.”
He sternly asked, “Why?”
“Please don’t make me say it.” I pleaded.
“Say it now.”
“Because I’ve been a bad little boy.”
“Yes, you have.”
Each spank now felt even more extreme and violating. It hurt way more than before. And I was emotionally decimated. The worst part was that it was working. I was his little boy and would always be that. He finally was starting to slow down, and he was finally finished. He rubbed each butt cheek with fatherly fondness.
“I’m sorry, boy. It hurts me more than it hurts you.” I knew that was a complete lie. How could it hurt him more than me? I was bare-assed over my father’s knee being spanked like a little boy. He leaned down and kissed each butt cheek. That was the final jewel of humiliation. He picked me up, and we hugged. He rubbed my back, like I was a toddler. I wanted to disappear in my room. I didn’t even look at the man. The silence was unbearable. My legs were squished together, so my penis wasn’t exposed.
I quickly turned around, so he wouldn’t see my front side and walked away until he said, “Son, we aren’t done. Go kneel in the corner over there, now.”
This was horrible. Why was he being so cruel to me? I knew better than to argue with him, so I walked to the corner he pointed at.
“You’ll kneel there for an hour. Now, I want you to think about what you’ve done. Your dad will get a good view of your bare butt.” I just stood there, staring at the wall. “Oh, and hands on your head.” I obeyed.
Every minute was agony. The pace was too slow. After an hour, I wanted to run to my room and hide forever, but of course, my father didn’t let that happen.
“Okay, Jake, I think you’ve learned your lesson. It’s your bedtime now. Come give your daddy a hug and kiss goodnight.”
This was something we normally did every night, but I didn’t want to do it naked.
“Where are my clothes?”
“You don’t need them. They are being washed. Just come as you are.”
I didn’t have any sort of cover.
“Dad, I just want to go to bed. Please.”
“Yes, son, after what we always do. Get your naked behind up here now.”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“What’s the matter with you, boy? You want that ass even redder?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Then for the final time, walk your naked butt over here now.”
There’s a reason I’ve been desperately hiding my front. This was the first time my father has seen me naked in years. He doesn’t mind being naked, but as I grew up, I avoided being naked more and more. I always ran around nude when I was a child, and it felt so freeing. I wish I could do it again, even with my father.
It pained me to admit this fact, but I have a really small penis. That’s why I felt so ashamed. As I grew up, I wasn’t like the other boys. I didn’t feel included. My penis is around one inch flaccid and two inches erect on the most generous of days. It has the same girth as my pinky finger too, so I didn’t have length or thickness. That’s not the last of it either. I was completely hairless, except for the top of my head.
And to top it off, I had a very small scrotum area too. I was simply very undeveloped in the genitalia area. But puberty was finished years ago, so it was just destiny. And that has made me super shy, especially around girls. I didn’t want to do this, but I didn’t have a choice. He was eventually going to see it if he came up to me. And I didn’t want another tortuous spanking.
“Okay,” I mumbled.
I stood up and turned around, presenting my entire naked body to my father. He sat on the couch with his feet up, glaring at me, still looking pretty upset. He immediately looked down at my skinny little penis and humorously grinned. It just bounced around while I walked up to him. I sat on the couch next to him.
His demeanor shifted and said, “You know I really didn’t want to do that.”
He caressed the back of my head, as he comforted me. My father was always the kindest and sweetest man. But if you disobeyed him, he became a different person.
“Yes, I know, dad.”
“Well, you’ve seemed to learn your lesson. Don’t do it again.”
“I won’t. I promise,” I said in my innocent voice, which my father always thought was cute.
He chuckled and responded, “You’re a good boy, Jake.” He grabbed me and hugged me hard, and then he kissed me on the lips. “Get some sleep, just like that. I know you enjoy sleeping naked. I can understand why you weren’t comfortable being nude in front of your old man here. But you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Your derrière is so smooth and round. But most importantly, your little winky here is just the cutest.”
I felt so embarrassed even more so now. He could have just accepted how I was. I have a penis, and that’s it. But he had to call it a ‘little winky.’ I didn’t know how to respond.
“Umm, yes, dad. Thank you.”
“So, is that why you haven’t been as liberal with your nudity as before?”
“What do you mean?”
“You used to run around naked as a boy with little dingle jiggling around. It was just the cutest. I thought maybe you would grow into it, but I guess that isn’t the case. Don’t you remember?”
I didn’t want to think about what my father just said. It was horrifying hearing how I’m still like a little boy.
“Yes, I do remember. I just stopped doing it.”
“Well, that’s sad. Don’t you feel more comfortable being nude?”
“I guess so, but I just choose not to.”
He looked at me with an honest look and rubbed my thigh.
“Jake, kiddo, We are always honest with each other.”
“I am, dad. I really mean it.”
He looked right into my eyes and uttered, “So, it has nothing to do with how tiny your winky is?”
“No, of course not, it’s not because of my, well, nevermind.”
He rubbed my bare back and said, “Please, son. It’s okay, really. You can say it. You can say anything to me.”
I just nodded ashamedly. I wanted this over. Why was he prying so much about my body? I clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but I had to just give in.
“Okay, yes, it’s true. I’m embarrassed by my tiny wee-wee.”
“Well, I’m disappointed in you.”
“Because of my penis size, dad?”
I was hoping that wasn’t the case, but I had no idea why this shattered him.
“No, that was quite the shocking reveal, my boy. But you didn’t tell me about it. We’re best friends, and I’ve never hidden anything from you. Well, because I love you.”
“I love you too, but you need to realize I was embarrassed by it.”
He shook his head and said, “Oh, well, that is complete nonsense. There is nothing wrong with you at all. This is your body, and you have nothing to be ashamed about.”
“So, I really shouldn’t feel bad about my small, bald penis?”
“Of course not, my boy.” He winked at me. “It’s actually really cute.”
“Are you sure,” I asked back.
“Yes, my sweet Jake. I will admit I was shocked when I first saw it.”
I knew where this was going, but I simply asked, “Really?”
“Of course. I haven’t seen you nude since you were maybe eleven years old. And that is one tiny little pecker you have, my boy.”
“Oh, okay, dad.”
“But it’s really cute. And it’s amazing you have no pubes.” I can’t believe he noticed I was smooth down there, and now he was actually pointing it out. I just agreed earnestly with a forced smile. I really felt like crying, but it was better than another spanking. “I know I spanked you and called you my little boy.” He actually extended his index finger and tapped the head of my little dick. “But I have actual proof that you always will be. My sweet boy.”
He just touched my dick, and to my surprise, it reacted to his touch. I don’t know if it’s fortunate or unfortunate, he couldn’t tell I was sporting a mid-boner.
“Dad, please, this is pretty embarrassing.”
He must have realized something because he then said, “Oooh. Don’t tell me your little winky is why you’re shy around girls?”
He just wouldn’t quit, would he?
“Yes, I am always nervous around girls. I am worried about them discovering my size.”
“Oh my poor boy, but yeah, I can imagine that’s a major concern for someone like you.” I looked uncomfortable, and he tried to correct himself. “I didn’t mean it like that. But I can imagine someone young like you wouldn’t want any girls seeing it yet–not because of the very small size.”
I didn’t know what to say. He wanted me to be honest, but was he even being true to his word? Of course I didn’t want girls seeing what’s between my legs.
“So, are we okay, dad?” I asked solemnly.
He squeezed me into a warm hug.
“Of course we are, son. Please don’t ever feel embarrassed about your body. You know I’m also insecure about my height and how big my butt is.”
“Well, I think you look great, dad.”
I lifted his shirt and tickled his chubby hairy tummy. He started tickling me, and we were laughing together again. I felt so safe with him, even though I was completely nude with him right next to me in full attire.
“Well, this was a great chat, my boy. Goodnight. I love you.”
“I love you too, dad.”
I walked back to my room and started crying. I’ve never felt more embarrassed in my entire life. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a pathetic little boy. And dear lord, my ass was very red.
I went to bed and grabbed my little hard skinny two-inch penis and started jerking until I finished on myself, which didn’t take very long. This was the worst day of my life. I slept on my stomach because my butt was in immense pain. But I really hope he will just forget this and move on.
The next morning, I dreaded having breakfast with my dad, but he made me his special country-fried steak. This time, I wore clothes, and that was going to be the case forever. Like normally, my father was just in shorts. He enjoyed being naked, but I guess he reserved that time for when he slept or really hot weather. I was thankful because if my dad wanted to stay naked, he would expect me to.
“This is really good, dad. I really like the gravy.”
He rubbed the back of my head and said, “I’m really glad son. Do you feel better from yesterday?”
I finished drinking my orange juice and said, “Yes, I do.”
“Good, so, I need to tell you, your cousin, Simon, will be staying with us during the weekend in a few weeks.”
This sounded like such a chore. My father worked during the day and university didn’t start for a few months. He expected me to watch over him.
“And you expect me to take care of the brat?”
“Oh Jake, be nice. He’s only ten years old.”
“Ten years of hell, I’ll say.”
He lightly hit the back of my head.
“Jake, c’mon. He’s your cousin, and you need to take care of him.”
“What should I do?”
“I don’t know. Spend some time with him, take him hiking, play games, whatever you want. You do need to make sure he bathes and goes to bed on time.”
“Fine, I guess. I’ll do it.”
“That’s a good boy.”
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Chapter 2
In the following weeks, my father and I had a great time. My dad would surprise me and easily get me naked. The first time was when he was doing laundry and insisted I just stay naked.
I was relaxing, reading my book in the family room when my father said, “Son, I’m about to do the wash.”
“Alright, I know the drill.”
I started walking to my room to strip down and wear something else.”
He held my shoulder and told me, “Son, where are you going?”
“Umm, to my room.”
“Why?” He prompted.
“To put something else on.”
“Nonsense, boy. Since you told me earlier the reason you didn’t want to be naked anymore was because of your really little willy, then you shouldn’t have a problem being naked for a little bit.”
I really didn’t want to be naked anymore in front of him. The spanking was enough. Not again. And he treated me like a boy. But at this point, I knew better than to argue. I stripped down in front of him, until I was fully nude. He looked right at my cock.
“Hehe, I always have to remember how cute you are, my nakey boy. I still can’t get over how tiny your little winky is. I swear I’ve never seen a smaller pecker in my life.”
He always had to mention things like I didn’t already know that.
“Dad, ease up, please. You’ve already told me that before.” I said with some attitude.
“Oh, I know, but I just like telling you. It’s fun.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
He then just casually bopped my penis and giggled. “Ding dong, anyone home?”
Yeah, he did stuff like that with me now.
“I haven’t actually seen it since your deserved spanking. Let me take a closer look.”
And that’s what he did, inspecting every angle of my genitalia inches from me. He saw where my circumcision scar was. There wasn’t a shaft whatsoever, just a tiny head glued to my small testicles. I felt so small and helpless like that.
“Your little winkle is so impressive. You should be proud, son.”
“Proud of what?”
“You should be proud of how tiny it is. Most boys can never ever say that. It’s very unique to you.”
He massaged it with his thumb and index finger, and wiggled it back and forth. And that was just one example of the different encounters we would normally have. But it felt innocent and sweet. He was never mean about it. And I felt a little encouraged about my body.
A few weeks later passed, and the most dreadful weekend came. In these few weeks, my father and I had some nice moments. He would still randomly bring up my little winky, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. He saw me naked a few times, but I didn’t mind because he didn’t make it a big deal.
Simon entered our family room with his father, Bill. Simon was a ten-year-old chubby boy with dark brown hair and a squeaky voice. He said his goodbyes, so that left him with us. My father had to leave for work. I couldn’t believe my father made me do this. But, it was honestly a normal day, but I felt good being bigger and stronger than someone, so I told him what to do.
I made him do all my chores. I pretended it was some game, so I didn’t feel bad. He enjoyed it. Later that evening, my father came home, and we all had dinner together.
Twirling his spaghetti pasta, Simon said, “Uncle Jared, we should play the game me and Jake played earlier. It’s called ‘Do that.’ It was fun.”
He looked at me and asked strictly, “What’s this now, Jake?”
“Oh nothing, we just played a fun game where I relaxed while Simon cleaned the house and such.”
“You were supposed to do that, but I’ll let it slide since you were having fun, right Simon?
“Oh yes, we had loads of fun even when I cleaned the toilets.”
He seemed a little sad while I just laughed at the brat. That child really annoyed me to no end. He was leaving Sunday, so I was excited for his soon departure. Life couldn’t get better. I was going to hang out with some of my high school friends that evening.
After dinner, my father and Simon were watching television while I was doing the dishes. I complained that Simon should do them, but my father said he was a guest. I talked back to him, which he didn’t like. I could hear his firm tone come up again, but I didn’t care. It’s not like he was going to do anything with Simon here. I was about to leave in an hour anyway.
I sat between Simon and dad. I pushed my father with my bum and said, “Damn, dad, work off some of that lard. Your big ol’ bubble butt is taking all the room.” Simon and I both giggled, but my father wasn’t amused. “Simon, why are you laughing? You still got your little baby fat, haha.” Simon let out a sniffle. “What? It’s true, he’s a chubster.”
“Son, don’t start now. You know what happened last time.”
“But, c’mon, Simon thought it was cute.”
He looked at him and asked, “Is that true, Simon?”
He knew better than to upset my father, so he just shook his head. Dad oppressively looked at me.
I rolled my eyes and whined, “Whatever.”
“Whatever? I don’t like your tone, boy. We’re all family here. We respect each other.”
“Yeah, and,” I asked. What are you gonna do?” I sneered at him.
He turned the television off, and he grabbed my wrist like before. I laughed thinking it couldn’t be real. No way. This couldn’t be happening. Not in front of Simon.
“What did I tell you about being a disrespectful little prick?”
“Okay, forget it, sheesh.”
He looked at Simon and suggested, “Why don’t you go play in Jake’s room for a little bit?”
Looking confused, he hopped away.
Once he heard the door close, he said to me, “Jake, this little ego of yours is getting very frustrating. I sent Simon away to save you some dignity, but I don’t know if I made the right call.”
Before I could respond, he threw me over his knee, like before. He took my pants off and repeated the same process. All those embarrassing feelings quickly came back.
“Don’t do this. I was just joking around.”
“Well, it’s not joking, it’s bullying. And you were bullying your little cousin today, weren’t you?”
“So? The little shit deserved it.”
“No, he didn’t, but you do.”
He started spanking me again, and I know Simon heard the obnoxiously loud slaps to my bottom. It was even more forceful than the first time. Eventually, all of my clothes were thrown in the middle of the room again. I was fully naked again over my father’s strong legs.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to joke about other peoples’ bodies? After our long talk, a few weeks ago, I supported you and your body. I even gave you confidence for your ridiculously tiny little baby wee-wee down there. You confided in me, and I respected it. And this is how you repay me?” He slammed his hand on my bare butt. My white cheeks were crying.
“Owww. Please, I am so sorry, daddy.”
“No, I am sorry. I thought the first spanking was enough for you to behave, but this may need to be a regular thing until you’re better.”
“No, anything but that, daddy.”
“I’m already sensitive about my body, but I cross the line at Simon. Why would you make him feel self-conscious about his baby fat, knowing you’re insecure about your little teeny weenie?”
“’Cause it’s true. It’s just a joke.”
Well, you indeed have the tiniest little pee-pee I’ve ever seen—probably in the world. And we don’t make jokes about it, even though most people would.”
“I just thought it was funny. I’ll apologize to him.”
“Not yet, you won’t. We aren’t finished here, little boy.”
“I’m not a little boy.”
“Then stop making juvenile jokes like one.”
“Okay, but you can’t keep treating me this way. I’m a grown man.”
He grabbed my waist with both hands, and he physically flipped me over like I was a little doll. He looked right at my little penis nestled between my legs, so I quickly covered it when I had the opening.
“No, move those damn hands, little boy.” I complied with his demand. “Go ahead. Look at it.” He held my head down, so I was looking right at it. “Do you see it?”
From all the action and torment, it was the tiniest I’ve ever seen, and my father was seeing it too. It was extremely small, like the exact proportions of a peanut.
“Yes, I see it.” I whimpered.
“Me too. I see the most embarrassing thing I’ve witnessed in my life, truly. Now, tell me, would you like it if people made fun of your little winky?”
His finger tip bounced on my penis.
“Dad!” I shouted. I pushed my dad’s hands away before getting a sharp slap on my inner thigh. “Owww. Stop.”
“Don’t speak to me that way–ever. Do you hear me, boy?”
“Yes, I do,” I whined.
My father wiggled my little bald pee-pee with his pinky finger to emphasize how tiny I was. I was so embarrassed. My legs were up like he was going to change my diaper or something.
“Now, answer the question.”
“Okay, yes, I wouldn’t want anyone making fun of my cock.”
“No, son, describe it anatomically correctly.”
“Okay, I wouldn’t want anyone making fun of my little winky.” I quietly said.
“Louder.” He demanded.
“No, Simon will hear.”
“Oh, so now you care about him? He should hear. I want him to hear how you have the winky of a little boy. I hope he hears and tells everyone. Imagine every girl knowing little Jakey here is hung like a damn hamster. They’d laughed their heads off forever. Perhaps then you will learn something about respect.”
“Anything, please. I can’t say that.”
With horror, my father pushed in my penis inside me, like a clit. I was completely mortified.
“Okay, please stop. Fine. I have a really tiny little boy winky!” I shouted.
I’m sure the neighbors heard me from here because our windows were open.
“Good, so you should know how much worse it feels when it comes from your own son, or even father.”
“No, please dad.”
“Well, Jake, would you like it if I made fun of your little winky?”
“No daddy, I really wouldn’t.”
His finger traveled downward to below my balls.
“What about the fact that you have no balls? Would you like me to tease you about that?”
That wasn’t true at all. And he needed to know it. I was furious.
“That’s not true, old man. I have bal…”
Before I could finish my little temper tantrum, dad gently tapped his finger against my tiny, shriveled scrotum.
With a raised eyebrow that told me to keep my mouth shut, he asked, “What if I made fun of you for still having no pubes for your age?” He stroked my smooth bald pubic region. “For still being a little boy, would you like that, Jake?”
I whimpered and shook my head.
“What about the fact that it’s smaller and thinner than my entire pinky finger?”
“No, daddy.”
“Oh my goodness. I didn’t think this could get any worse for you. But how about the fact you have the smallest boner I’ve ever seen in my life.”
I looked down and saw my little hard cock sticking straight up to the world. It looked like it was 1.5 inches. I felt so pathetic. I couldn’t believe I was erect.
“It’s still smaller than my pinky. Not only are you a mean little boy, but you are also so naughty. You’re actually getting off on the attention. It’s the most attention your microwilly will probably ever get—from your own father. And you know it.”
“Okay, daddy, I’m truly very sorry.”
“Then I’d better not hear you making fun of another person’s body again, do you understand me, little boy?” His finger gently tapped the top of my tiny rock-hard cock in time with the words ‘little boy.’”
He flipped me back over and continued spanking my skinny pale butt. My boner wouldn’t go down. And I don’t know what was happening, but I could feel my orgasm coming. While he spanked me, I felt my little penis squirt cum in my father’s lap.
“Mmmm.” I moaned.
“Jake, what are you doing?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. But I… er… I, you know.”
“Get up, bad boy.” I did, and there was a huge wet spot on his shorts. “You’re such a bad boy. Gross. I just did the wash.” He looked at my cock shrinking down to a flaccid baby carrot, dripping droplets of my cum. “This is your punishment. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”
“I’m so sorry, daddy.”
“Go in the corner, now.” He shouted.
I kneeled in the corner again with an ass even redder than the first spanking. He really gave it to me this time.
“Please let me wear clothes after this. I can’t have Simon seeing me like this.”
“Not after you ruined mine with your perverted accident. He’s going to see everything, Jake. That’s what you get. And I have more up my sleeve.”
The next hour was a brutal test of my patience and pain endurance. My father came in holding my cousin’s hand.
“See Simon, this is what happens when you’re a mean bully, like Jake here.”
Simon started laughing and cried out, “Uncle Jared, he’s naked!”
“Yes, he is. And he’s going to kneel here for another hour.”
I turned my head and hollered, “But that’s not fair.”
My father was cruel to me. I even had to cancel with my friends that night.
“That’s too bad.” He said back and started laughing with Simon.
“So,” my father said, looking at me.
“Fine. Simon, I’m really sorry for teasing you.”
“What else?” My father asked.
“And I’m sorry for making you do my chores. It won’t ever happen again.”
“See, Simon, does that make you feel better?”
“It does, Uncle Jared. Thank you. I can’t believe Jake is naked.” They both hugged, while Simon looked at me confusedly. “He’s so much taller than me, but his doodie is so tiny! It’s nothing like mine or daddy’s.”
My own father laughed loudly and said, “Yes, it is, Simon. Yes, I remember my brother growing up. He had a big one. It runs in the family, except for Jake here. And just between us, he’s really embarrassed by it.” My dad knew Simon would regurgitate all of this to his father the moment he was picked up on Sunday. And I could hear them.
“Well, can I at least tell Daddy when I go home?”
“Oh, sure. I’m sure your father would love to hear all about Jake’s cute little winky. That’s okay with you, right, Jake?” He spoke with that tone again.
“Yes, that sounds fine.”
“I hope this little shit wouldn’t blabber his blabbermouth to everyone.”
“That’s a great reminder, Simon. Jake, you have one more apology to make.”
I sighed and said, “I’m sorry for making fun of your body.”
“And why is it more hypocritical for you, Jake?”
“Because I have a very small winky.”
“That’s right, Jake.” And because he’s been such a bad boy to you, he’ll have the same privileges you have. You both will share a bath and his bed.”
Goodness. This couldn’t get any worse.
“Yay.” Simon gladly screamed.
My face just became redder from all this as I stood there with my hands above my head.
“And for the final sweet cherry on top, he’s going to spend the entire rest of the weekend completely naked, just the way he was born”—
“The whole weekend,” I cried out.
“Yes, little one. You can giggle at his little pee-pee all weekend, Simon. I’m sure he’ll love that. Right, Jake.”
I shook my head and said, “Yes, Simon. You can giggle at my little pee-pee all weekend.”
And Simon?”
“Yes, Uncle Jared.”
“You let me know if you catch Jake covering his tiny winky. I will straighten him out if he does.”
Well, it could definitely get worse. Simon was bouncing for joy while I was living in a purgatory of humiliation. This was downright sadistic. But my father knew how to humble me, so I just went according to the plan.
My father actually drew the bath for both of us with bubble soap. Simon wouldn’t stop looking at my little dick. I’m sure he was surprised by the size. I helped Simon strip down while he simply laughed at my penis jiggling between my legs. I tried to ignore him, but every second felt like he was laughing at me.
I couldn’t really blame him. Especially when I finally saw him naked, and unfortunately for me, he was actually more hung. I couldn’t tell if he had a bigger dick for a child or if my endowment was truly that tragic. I looked down. It was my endowment. He actually had a little smirk on his face when I noticed the most important difference between us. My father checked in on us, knowing this would be incredibly humiliating.
“I hope my two little boys are ready for their bath.” He looked at both our privates and laughed harder than ever. “Wow. It’s simply amazing. My boy is so tiny compared to you, Simon. He’s more like a little boy than you ever will be. Your father must be very proud.”
He laughed, and Simon held his hands on his hips with a newly-discovered confidence. I just stood there redder than my sore butt. They both looked right at my unfortunate situation. I wanted so desperately to cover up my tiny cock, but my father would spank me if I did.
Dad looked and pointed at me. “And you, make sure you clean your cute little winky. You better behave yourself—unless you want that butt even redder.”
Simon and I bathed together, and the bubbles gave me a distinguished cover, which didn’t really matter. Both of them have seen all of me. I was actually having a fun time with Simon in the bathtub. We dried off, and after, Dad let us watch some television.
Simon was in his pajamas, my father in his robe, and there’s me, still butt naked from head to toe, completely humiliated. My dick remained a little flaccid button. I had what they call a dick-do, when the stomach extends further than the penis. I wasn’t even chubby, so that made it even more humiliating. And my bare butt was still very red and tender.
“I have a big surprise for both of you tomorrow.”
Simon jumped and ran to his dad and said, “Please tell us.”
He begged my father.
“Nope, tomorrow. You’ll have to wait.”
After countless teasing from the two of them, it was time for bed at 8:30. I was going to bed super early because of this insolent brat. He’s the reason my plans were canceled. And he was the very reason I was naked for the evening.
“I hope the little boys are ready for bed tonight.”
He hugged me and kissed me on the lips, which shocked my cousin. He couldn’t believe that at my age, we still did that.
“You know, Uncle Jared, Jake’s doodie is like my brother’s.”
My father chuckled, which confused me. I didn’t know Simon had a brother.
“Yes, Simon, but Aidan is like two years old.” I felt so humiliated being compared to a two-year-old toddler. That couldn’t have been true. I tried to forget it after my father left the room. “But that is true, Simon.”
I guess my father confirmed it.
“C’mon dad. That can’t be true.”
“Oh, Jake, it is true. You’ve got the smallest winky in the whole family.” I just nodded while he happily teased me. “Goodnight to you, especially you, little guy.” He spoke to my crotch.
Simon went to sleep right away, the little jerk. But it took me hours. I woke up around midnight. I had a lot on my mind from the pain in my bottom, this humiliating ordeal, and it was so freaking early.
I walked to the living room, still completely naked, for some water. Surprisingly, my father was still awake and reading his book. He looked at me and shook his head.
“Jake, you should be sleeping.”
“Oh, I thought you would be sleeping by now.”
“I had a feeling you would be up, so I stayed awake with you.”
“That’s sweet, but I just wanted to get some water.”
I didn’t want to talk to him. I was very angry and embarrassed.
“Be my guest,” and he looked down at his book.
While I poured myself a glass, I decided to ask him why he had humiliated me so badly today.
“Dad?” He looked up at me. “Why did you come down so hard on me today?”
“Jake, my boy, come sit on your daddy’s lap.” I haven’t done that in years, so I don’t know why my father wanted me to. I sat my little butt on his lap. “You were being a mean boy today with an inflated ego. You can’t be like that. I raised you to be a respectful gentleman.”
“Well, I just wanted to have some fun. I don’t have any siblings. And anyway, we always joke with each other. Remember the time I smacked your butt at the beach when you were flirting with that woman?”
He grinned and said, “Of course, I remember. I remember all of our fun memories.”
“So do I. I miss that with you.”
“We still have that, but I don’t know what’s going on with you, boy.”
“I’m sorry, Dad. I thought it was all good fun.”
His fingers brushed past my smooth legs and said, “Well, yes, son. We’ve teased each other, but not on anything serious.”
“You’ve teased me for being single.”
“And you joked about my divorce. But you joked about it years after it, when you knew I was okay with it. And ultimately, I never made any jokes about your teeny weenie here, now did I?”
“No, you didn’t. But you made me feel inadequate with the stuff you said.”
“I only did that so that you could empathize with your cousin.”
“I feel very insecure about it now.”
“Well, yes, it is very small, but you shouldn’t feel that way.”
“But the stuff you said.”
“I already told you, my boy. No one cares you’ve got a little winky smaller than a little boy.”
“But you also laughed at it.”
“Again, I wanted to make your cousin feel better. It wasn’t personal. And how could I not? We’re having a serious conversation now, but if I just saw you naked like that, I wouldn’t help myself. It’s just so cute and tiny.”
“I’m so humiliated that Simon saw it.”
“Oh yes, well, he’s seen all of you. And even he finds humor in your little wee-wee.”
“Okay, Dad. But I can’t help my size.”
“Well, I can’t help the size of my ass then, right?”
“I mean, you could lose some weight.”
He rolled his eyes and responded, “Jake, you’re such a smartass. Do you need another spanking?”
“No, please don’t. I was just saying I can’t help it. You could, though.”
“It doesn’t matter, my boy. You’re missing the point. I’ve asked you kindly not to make fun of my body like that, especially your cousin’s. I would never do that to you.” I actually felt a little guilty for my behavior. “And listen, my boy, with how insanely small your winky is, I could make all the jokes in the world. I’d never run out of any material. But that wouldn’t be very nice, now would it?”
“No, I guess not. But my penis isn’t that bad, right?”
“Not to me. But I’m a straight man. But I can’t deny it’s the smallest baby winky I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Oh, okay.”
“There really is no denying that. I’m sure it really sucks to have such a small penis. I’m sure you’ll struggle or never have a girlfriend because of it. So, why would I be a jerk and make you feel worse about it?”
“You think I’ll struggle with girls?”
“Well, even I did. And I have a very big penis, as you know.” How could I not? I’ve seen it several times swinging between his legs like a damn cucumber. “So, if I struggled, yes, my sweet boy, I’m sure you will even more. I mean, that is one tiny winky. But Jake, trust me, girls like all kinds of things. There’s got to be one out there that will like you for you.”
“I actually really appreciate that, Dad.”
“But you’ll be okay. Just lay off the power trip.”
“Okay, daddy.”
The daddy slipped, and it made me feel like a young boy saying that.
“Do I really have to stay naked all weekend?”
“Absolutely. Next time, don’t be a bully. And if you ever joke about someone’s ass again, you’d better be able to back up your talk. Speaking of cheeks, let me see yours.”
I stood up and turned around.
“My poor boy. Go fetch me the lotion from my bathroom.” He lotioned up his hands and got to work, rubbing my ass gently. “This looks painful. I’m sorry I was so rough.”
After he was done, I turned around and thanked him. He looked down, and his eyes widened. He cups it gently in his palm.
“Awww. It’s so small it barely fills my hand. That’s my good boy. You don’t need anything bigger. This is exactly right for you. All the other boys have to worry about pleasing their girlfriends and whatnot? Not you, though. You just gotta whip it out and make people laugh. Everyone will get a kick out of this, I’m sure.”
“You think people would laugh at my body?”
“Well, I think I would if I saw you at a nude beach like that—not to your face, though.”
“That’s sad.”
“No, son. It isn’t. It’s not personal. It’s just super small and adorable; no one can help but laugh.”
“I have to worry about pleasing my future girlfriend, too.”
He looked right at my little half incher and chuckled.
“Haha, my poor boy. No, you don’t. But there are other ways to please a woman—even without a penis.”
All this attention on my body became too much to handle. And my father noticed right away.
“Son, you have a boner.”
I was hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“What’s going on? Every single time we’ve had these little encounters, you’ve gotten hard.”
“Wait, even after the first spanking.”
“Oh yes, son. I really didn’t want to mention it and humiliate you even more. But since you hurt Simon’s feelings, I brought it up. And wow, yours wouldn’t ever reach close to my cheeks. I don’t know how you will be able to be intimate with a woman with this?”
“Well, I understand, Dad. I will just try my best. It could just not be my best day.”
“You may have forgotten, but I’ve seen your boner a few times at your full potential.”
Yeah, the incident that happened a few hours ago, where my father spanked me and saw my little boner, was something I could easily forget, I wanted to say. “You really have nothing between your legs, my precious boy. But it’s still very cute. It’s like a little secret, hiding from the big world.”
It was supposed to be my secret only, but now my father knows almost everything.
“Tell me the truth, Dad.”
“Yes, son.”
“Why have you been treating me differently lately since my first spanking? I mean, you know I’m eighteen.”
I wanted to change the subject desperately from my leaking boner. I was hoping it would go down soon.
“Oh, I know, silly boy. Honestly, it was seeing your adorable little winkle. That just confirmed you’ll always be a little boy in my mind, even if you’re actually an adult with an adult penis. You’re my son, and I’ll always love you. But I can’t take you seriously anymore when you’re naked. You’ve got such a tiny weenie. And it’s completely hairless.”
He merely laughed at the worst statement. My dad just confirmed he’s been treating me differently because of the small size of my penis. I wanted to die.
“Wait, you don’t take me seriously anymore?” I asked him.
“Well, yes and no, boy. I think you’ve got it wrong. I take you very seriously, but it’s hard to see you as an adult with such a little winky. You’ll always be my little boy, no matter what—especially with that down there.”
That didn’t make me feel any better.
“Well, I think I’ll go back to sleep.”
“Wait, son, I’m curious. What caused your sudden growth right now? And when you cummed during our spanking earlier?”
I can’t believe he was asking me something so personal, but we did tell each other everything.
“Oh dad, I really don’t want to talk about that.”
“Please, son. I’m very curious about what my son likes. I’ve told you about my love for smaller boobies and hairy crotches.”
Hairy did interest me because I was so bald. He wasn’t going to let this go, and that meant neither was I.
“Well, you kept talking about my penis”—
“Ahem, you’re what?”
My dad thought this was all a little joke, but I hated referring to it that way. But I had to repeat myself.
“Well, you kept talking about my little winky, and I felt so exposed because I was naked in front of you.”
“Ahhh. I see. You enjoyed me teasing that terribly tiny baby boy pee-pee, huh?”
Hearing him talk about it embarrassed me completely. It didn’t turn me on at all. I just felt so naughty and exposed naked like that.
“No, I think it was just reactionary.”
“Sure, son. And yeah, it happens. I sometimes had boners around my mother, but I clearly wasn’t attracted to her. So, no, I don’t think my teasing turned you on. That would be quite pathetic, but not in a mean way.”
My boner was actually rock hard now.
“Okay, thank you, Dad.”
“C’mon. I know there’s more.”
“Okay, well, you like being naked more than I. And for the past few times, I’ve felt very naughty over your knee naked.”
“Ahhh. I understand now. It is a naughty feeling being naked around your father. And well, thanks for being vulnerable with me. I could never tell my father any of this. I’d be way too embarrassed. That’s why I value our honesty. And if I had a penis like yours, I’d be even more humiliated.”
I couldn’t say anything anymore. I felt even worse than before. I’m glad it seemed my father was off my case now.
“Wow. You must only jerk off with two fingers, huh?”
“Yes, I can only get two fingers around it. Can I please go to sleep now?”
“Okay, you can go back to sleep, my naked, handsome son, but go to sleep in my bed instead. But, before you go, I think your little guy deserves a kiss too.”
He puckered up, lowered his head, and planted a small kiss on the tiny head of my hard penis. Cue the ultimate humiliation.
“Just make sure you take care of that before I go to bed. I can’t have my boy stressed before his sleep.”
And I did exactly that in my father’s bed. I felt so naughty. I fell asleep, and he soon joined me. He also slept naked.
*****
Chapter 3
The next morning came. My father woke me up by slapping my jiggly ass.
“Time to wake up, Jakey.”
I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, so the teasing continued, but less. We were eating peacefully until my dad said, “Today is going to be exciting because we’re going to the YMCA.”
Simon gasped with excitement.
“That’ll be fun,” I said cheerfully.
Finally, this would be a nice day of peaceful swimming. I don’t think anything could ruin it.
I asked, “Where would I be swimming?”
“Oh, you can swim with me. We’ll be able to see Simon from the adult section.”
I was so thankful and just nodded. It would have been a huge problem because the boys were required to swim naked.
My father, Simon, and I walked into the YMCA and headed to the locker room. Simon rapidly stripped down and ran with his towel to the swimming section. At this YMCA, boys swam naked, while the men wore swimsuits. I rolled my eyes at the little brat. He talked to me while we stripped down.
He spoke with his deep, masculine voice, “Jake, I know I said you could swim in the adult section, but every hour you need to check in on Simon.”
“No way am I doing that? Dad, we had a good conversation last night. I thought we were over me being a babysitter. We can see him just fine.”
He disappointedly shook his head.
“Jake, stop questioning everything I ask you. I don’t ask for much, and Simon is here for one weekend.”
“Fine, whatever.”
“Okay, I’ve changed my mind.”
I must have manipulated my old man successfully because he was about to drop this shenanigan.
“You can go swimming.” He paused and finished, “With your cousin in the child’s section.”
“No, I’m an adult.”
“You aren’t acting like one or even built like one where it matters. I don’t want to humiliate you any further than what you are about to endure out there. But if you keep this up, I will spank you out there by the pool. Do you want that?”
“No, daddy, I don’t.”
“Mhm.” He said. “I don’t want to hear any arguing from you, boy.”
“This is insane, Dad.”
He looked at me seriously and said, “Didn’t I just say I didn’t want to hear any arguing?” He looked at me while I took my shirt off. He was already naked, sporting his very big, thick cock with an ambiance. Every time I saw it, I felt embarrassed by what I was carrying between my legs.
“Dad, please, I can’t go out there naked. Everyone will see me.”
He chuckled and said, “Yes, they will. Everyone will get a good look at your little tee-tee–if they can even see it. I doubt anyone will care, especially in the little boys’ section. You’ll fit naturally, my boy.”
I disagreed with him. When you see what I’ve got, you won’t believe that he and I are related. In comparison, I virtually had nothing. And my father kept holding it against my will. A little smile grew on his face when he noticed I was staring at his appendage. He knew I had deep penis envy. He put on his swim trunks, showing off his bulge.
I wanted to take my time and avoid any more confrontations with my dad. “Hurry up, boy, your cousin is already swimming. Get you and your little winky out there, pronto.”
I don’t know why my father insisted I swim with the other boys. I was an adult and old enough to swim closer to the adults. I felt embarrassed already in this space, naked. I was grateful there were no women around. I would have felt much worse and more self-conscious.
As I walked toward the swimming pools, I looked down at mine and was reminded of what I would never have. My little nub welcomed me with grace. It was always so tiny and bald. I couldn’t deal with it.
I zoomed past the men to avoid any shame I would garner. I knew my little half-inch dick was bouncing and jiggling as I raced to the young boy’s section. Now, this would be different. There was no way I would feel insecure in this section of the pool. While I was contemplating my destiny in this area, a naked boy ran past me. He was an adolescent, so he was shorter and way younger than I was. I was 18 years old, so biologically, we were very different. I saw him more closely now and was shocked at his pee-pee. It wasn’t big at all, like an adult’s cock would be. But it was marginally bigger than mine.
I looked even further and noticed with horror that all the boys had bigger genitalia than I ever would. I went back to the adult section because I’d rather swim with the adults than the little kids. I didn’t want to swim naked. It was humiliating, and I felt pathetic sporting such a small penis. My father noticed I wasn’t where I was supposed to be.
“Jake, what are you doing here?” He sternly asked.
I pleaded with him, “C’mon dad, can’t I please swim with you men? I’m a man, just like you.”
He looked right between my legs, almost as if to analyze how much of a man I was with precision. You wouldn’t assume I was a man if you only saw my penis. I horribly admitted so, but it was true. I was also completely hairless down there. And none of them were hairless at all in their public regions.
“No, Jake, you’ll always be my little boy. Go on now.” And he pointed to the other section in the room. “Besides, you need to keep Simon company. And I can see you fit in quite nicely with the other little boys. They won’t know at all that you’re an adult. I told you, don’t be embarrassed by your tiny little winky.”
He tapped it with his index finger, humiliating himself even more in front of the men around him. They found this conversation hilarious, judging by their unbelievable expressions.
I visibly pouted like a little boy, which made my father and others near him chuckle. I couldn’t stand it. I basically confirmed my father’s words with my child-like antics. Before I left, I noticed almost every stun adult man swimming was looking at me. I knew why and detested it. I scurried away with my ridiculously tiny penis wiggling around before they could judge me any more than they already probably were.
I hopped into the pool completely naked with the other boys. It was cute seeing a bunch of boys playing so innocently. Eventually, I let go of my seriousness and enjoyed the time with such careless youngsters. I don’t know why, but they liked me. I told them I was watching Simon.
I was there to keep my cousin company, which was true, but I couldn’t admit the real reason. My father required me to swim here because he saw I was no different than the other little boys near me. Between our legs, that was quite true, though. My father being correct annoyed me.
“Yeah, that’s my cousin, Jake,” Simon, the infamous blabbermouth, said. “He’s eighteen. He’s just watching over me.
Every boy in the pool started laughing. They all knew my true age. Simon, that little shithead. He also mentioned his uncle spanked me the night before. So, I was teased the entire time until their short attention spans moved on to the next thing.
I felt envious of every single boy swimming—well, envious of every single male in the building, practically. One of the boys, Damian, got out of the water. His father was drying him off with a light blue towel. Damian pointed at me cheerfully.
At that point, I was sitting on a bench near the pool because I didn’t feel as self-conscious as I had at the beginning. I felt so red in the face after I saw it. They may have been talking about me. And something horrifying affirmed my worst speculation. I was correct.
“Daddy, that older boy has a smaller pee-pee than me!” The boy shouted in complete oblivion of my humiliation. His father and a few bystanders looked over at me in curiosity. He looked right at my exposed, shriveled-up, little cold cock. “It looks nothing like yours. Why is he so small compared to you?” The boy asked.
He gently smiled and rubbed his son’s short dark hair. His smile could have been pitiful or contemptuous, knowing his son is hungrier than an adult. I didn’t really know if they even knew I was an adult, which was even worse. But they knew I was older than Damian, obviously. I pretended I couldn’t hear them and dove into the pool. I wanted the water to swallow me like a Venus Flytrap. I overheard his father even giggling at his son’s announcement.
“That’s okay, son, some boys just have smaller dingles like him. It doesn’t change who they are.”
“So, will mine be like his when I’m a big boy?”
He laughed and said, “Well, I hope not. But no, you’ll be big and strong like your father here. You don’t have to worry about anything,” and they flexed their muscles at each other and growled cutely.
He referred to me as a boy. But I was a man. These two shared a fatherly-son bonding moment. Honestly, I loved what the father said, but I hated being used as the example that boys with little dingles exist. I couldn’t believe they had a sentimental moment over my little penis. I was a simple victim in his father’s lesson. They hugged and walked in the locker room’s direction.
After hours of mindless pool time, which felt longer than it was, my father came and gathered us. A few of my father’s buddies were all bundled in the middle of the pool. We walked past them.
“Jared, is that your kid?” A fifty-year-old man with gray hair and a deep voice named Erik asked.
“Yes, he is. I don’t think you’ve met before.”
He hopped out of the pool and introduced himself to me.
“It’s nice to meet you finally. Your father always talks about you. I’m glad he finally brought you here. How come you didn’t want to come before?”
Why was I being interrogated? I knew my father frequently visited this place, but I knew I would need to be naked in the locker room, so I always avoided it. I didn’t want anyone discovering my little secret, which I’ve obviously done a very thorough job here.
“Oh, I’m just not a big fan of swimming–”
“No, boy, don’t lie. He’s always swimming in the lake by our place. Don’t you, Jake?”
“Okay, well, yes, that’s true, but I enjoy the solitude.”
“Erik responded by kindly saying, “I understand. We don’t bite here. I hope you’re not embarrassed by your little thingie down there.”
I could tell this man had no problem with nudity and just casually threw out terms like that, but it was incredibly embarrassing for a man to point out my little winky, in his terms.
“Oh no, I’m confident in my body. I have nothing to be ashamed of, right dad?”
I said that without an ounce of confidence, so they saw right through me. But he didn’t push it because Erik seemed like a nice guy.
“Yes, we talked about this recently. He’s terribly embarrassed by his tiny little winkle, but he’s developing a better attitude about it.”
“That’s good. We don’t care about trivial stuff like that. Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Jared.”
“Sure, I will bring Jake again soon. He would love that.”
We walked off, and Erik’s eyes were glued to my little soft bald dick bouncing around. While I was a little taller than my father, I was packing the smallest pee-pee. I was lost in my thoughts while we showered. I subtly cringed in the far right corner, away from my father and cousin. They finished, but I decided to take my time. A man showered next to me while I avoided his eye contact. We were the only ones in the communal shower, which somewhat alleviated my insecurities, but why was he showering right next to me? He was a shorter, chubbier, hairy man. And of course, he was packing a larger penis than I. He also had a full, dark bush.
“Hey,” he said to me.
“Oh, hi,” I responded.
I soaped up my cock so that he wouldn’t see it.
“I know this is awkward, but I noticed you back in the swimming pools. You seem like a good lad.”
“Oh yeah, I was swimming in the kid section.”
“Yeah, I saw. You seemed uncomfortable. I remember being a young teen wanting to swim in the adult section with my old man.”
I wasn’t a teenager. I was an adult. “Well, actually, I’m not a teenager. I’m 18 years old,” I protested.
There was a short, painful silence between us. It felt like a century had passed.
“Oh, well,” he shockingly stuttered. “That’s quite all right. I saw you felt uncomfortable. I can see why then. You should have been swimming with us.”
“I had my younger cousin to watch over.” I barked.
“That makes sense. Oh! Well, next time, you should swim with us.”
I was distracted by the conversation and accidentally forgot to monitor my bubble coverage. The final bubble popped from the water, completely exposing my entire little bald penis. I guess he’d never seen it before, because his face screamed astonishment. And quite frankly, that seems to be the normal reaction when anyone sees it. It was very humiliating. He was looking right at it, unshy.
“I hope so. I’m an adult, so that would make sense.”
“Yes, you are a big boy.” He said with a chuckle. I noticed his tone shifted to an even more childlike one. “But weren’t you a little uncomfortable?”
I wanted to blurt out, ‘Yes, I’m super uncomfortable with this conversation.’ But I kept my mouth shut.
“Umm, no, why would I be?”
He looked at my crotch again and quickly looked back at me. He gave me a knowing smile. He knew why. And he looked at me like I already knew. It actually seemed like he was ogling my body now.
“Well, I do admire that because I know some boys are embarrassed to parade naked with their little ding-a-lings.”
I hated the term ding-a-ling. I’ve heard of it before, but no one has ever downright said it to my face. I hope to never hear it again. It’s way too child-like.
“Well, I’m not embarrassed at all.”
“You’re a good sport! I like you, kid.” And he patted my butt. “Aww. I also kind of noticed your bare bottom is a little red.”
“Oh well, that’s from the steam.”
“The steam?” He questioned.
“Yeah, I have sensitive skin. So, the steam from the shower makes my skin kind of red.”
It was humiliating knowing this stranger was looking closely at my bare butt. He even noticed the light redness, which I hoped would have healed by now.
“Well, it seems that’s the only redness I see on your body.”
He chuckled, and that confirmed it. He knew my father still spanked me like the little boy I was.
“Maybe next time, you should just stay in the kids’ section.” He slapped my back and gave another hearty laugh. “You seemed to enjoy it.”
“Well, I need to go so that I can see you around sometime.”
”Goodbye, little guy.”
I walked back to my locker while Dad and Simon were already dressed and ready to go.
“C’mon, boy, it’s time to go. Dry off your cute little body. We will be in the car.”
“Yes, Dad.”
They walked away, so I could finally get dressed in peace. Thankfully, I was clothed and ready to leave that damn place. I just sat there and covered my face with my hands. And I cried a little. We arrived home, and I was immediately ordered to be naked. It was horrible, but eventually, I only endured light teasing. Simon went to sleep, and so we were watching a movie.
“So, my boy, today must have been embarrassing, huh?”
“Terribly so, but I really am sorry for my behavior.”
“Good. That was the reason I made you swim in that section today.”
“Everyone was bigger than me there.”
“Well, that’s expected.”
I couldn’t argue with that, but I still felt ashamed. He saw that I looked depressed.
“Tell you what, kiddo. You can wear clothes tomorrow. You’re good. I don’t need my brother to see your little guy. The poor little thing’s been through enough.”
I thanked him, and we hugged and kissed goodnight. I went to sleep in his bed again.
And the next day, Simon left home with his dad. I was expecting Simon to tell his father about everything with me there. I was content with that outcome, but I’m sure he told him on the drive home. I never felt happier to have clothes on again.
Dad was sitting on the couch, and I joined him. I tickled his stomach, and he tickled me back. Things kind of felt normal again.
“See, son. You whined about your little cousin coming over, and it wasn’t that bad.”
“Well, if you discount being spanked by my cousin and forced to be naked the whole weekend, then sure.”
“Haha, that’ll always be a classic story, now, son.”
“Oh, please don’t tell that story to anyone. I still can’t believe you made me do that.”
“Well, you were being a particularly naughty little boy. It felt most appropriate.”
“It was all good fun, dad.”
“None of that.” He tapped his thigh. “Or…”
“Fine, it won’t happen again.”
“Good little boy.” We cuddled together, and he kissed my forehead.
“Son, because Simon is gone, I’d love to just be naked more. We should embrace that more.”
“I’m not sure, dad.”
“Please Jake. It’s just us guys here. No one will know.”
That was true, so I simply agreed. He took his clothes off, and helped me strip down.
“Awww, it’s so cute! You must have been so embarrassed with Simon.”
“And at the YMCA yesterday.”
“Yep, I hope that taught you a lesson.”
“Yes, it did.”
We hugged and watched television together naked. He would randomly joke about my little penis. His phone rang.
“Oh, my brother’s calling me. I will be right back.” 15 minutes later, he returned. “Well, that was an interesting call.”
“What happened?”
“He said Simon told him everything, and that he was very intrigued. Like how small could it be?”
That little brat did tell his father everything about my naked body. I’m just grateful he didn’t witness it first hand.
“Oh god, no, dad.”
“Well, I did say it’s smaller and thinner than my pinky finger.”
“Why did you say that?”
“Oh, hush, boy. You’ll be fine. It’s not like he’s actually seen it.”
“Practically,” I sighed.
“Don’t worry about it. And you know,” he said quietly, “I’ve always felt insecure about my chubby butt and my height.”
“Yes, I know,” I said to him.
“But the more I think about it, looking at you, I don’t really have anything to be insecure about.”
“Because I’m so pathetic, dad?” I asked angrily.
“Oh, no, son. Not at all. Just seeing you confidently naked right now with your very small winky shows me I have nothing to be ashamed about. You inspire me, Jakey.”
“I guess that makes sense,” I smiled at him.
“I feel like a real daddy protecting his little boy. And I always will.”
He went up to get water, and I couldn’t stop looking at his bubble butt. It was huge. It jiggled with every step he took. I hid my little boner.
*****
Chapter 4
For the next few weeks, my father and I had the best relationship we’ve ever had. I never misbehaved, and I think I learned my lesson from him. But then something terrible happened. I thought before the first time my father spanked me was the worst day of my life, but no, it was today. My dad and I had a normal day, swimming by our favorite lake.
“I’m sorry to tell you this, son. But, we are moving. I got a new job in France. I will be going back to engineering.”
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach because I didn’t want to move. But I couldn’t imagine a life without my father.
“Dad, where is this coming from? There are engineering jobs here in this state.”
He looked sad and said, “I just really miss France. It’s such a beautiful country, and I think we can build a new life there. And you can be naked all you want with your cute little willy.”
“Yeah, at nude beaches, dad. Not everywhere.”
“Okay, maybe, but I’m sure no one would mind seeing such a cute boy running around naked with his little winky bouncing around.”
“Just forget that for a few minutes, dad. I don’t think I can move with you. I really love living in the United States. I will attend university in the Fall. My plan was to live here with you. You’re my best friend in the whole world. You can’t leave me.”
He just sighed, and we didn’t exchange any words. We both swam out of the lake and sat on our blanket.
“Son, please understand. I don’t want to live here anymore. It doesn’t feel like home anymore.”
I had an idea, which I know would hurt my father, but I wanted to live my life too. I laid my head on his chest while we talked.
“Well, I know you’ll hate this, but what if I moved in with mom?”
He looked down and said, “I guess that could work. Are you sure you want to live with a woman you haven’t really seen in a while?”
“I see her during the holidays, and she always tells me I’m welcome at any time.”
“I know she is very important to you. But I don’t want to hold you back.”
“I don’t either.”
I didn’t know what to say. I’ve been speechless before, but this was different. I love my father so much, no matter how much he always humiliated me.
“Well, we can figure it out later, but you’ll need to call your mom to ask her if she’s even okay with it.”
I knew she would be, but I didn’t want to disappoint my father.”
“I will, dad. I guess we’re going our separate ways.” I tried to comfort my father. “I will miss you. But you know what this changes?”
“What, son?”
“I am officially a grown-up living without you now.”
He started laughing and said, “I don’t think that will ever happen.”
“C’mon, dad. Even after what we’ve been through, I am an adult.”
He stood up, and I followed him.
“Well, then.” He grabbed the waistband of my swimming trunks and yanked them down to my ankles. “What’s this between your legs?”
He flicked my little dick back and forth, causing him to laugh.
I held my hips and humiliatingly said, “That’s my little winky, dad.”
“Aww. You’re such a good boy.”
He hugged me and lifted me up like a little boy. I giggled while he tickled me. I also yanked his swimming trunks down, exposing his big penis. The size difference between us was always humiliating, but I wanted to cheer my father up. I mean, just the head of my father’s seven-inch penis was thicker and longer than my best boner.
“Haha, it’s quite amazing how different we are anatomically. And that has to be the smallest I’ve ever seen. Shrinkage isn’t kind to the unendowed.”
I looked down, and he was right. It was the smallest nub I’ve ever seen. It was inside me, and my scrotum also disappeared. I almost appeared dickless. If it weren’t for the little dot in the location of where my penis should be, I could have easily been mistaken for a girl. He pushed it in and swirled his finger inside.
“Well, I will make you a deal. I don’t know when I will see you after we move, but since your little thing won’t grow or change, if you grow a single strand of pubic hair, I will finally see you as an adult.” I doubt that will happen, and I think he knew. I would always be his precious little boy. “And even if that happens, you will still have this perfect tiny little pee-pee. And I will always have that–and you.”
“I love you too. Race you.”
He smiled at me, and we both ran for the cool water, his big dick swinging, mine bouncing like a child’s as we skinny-dipped in the water. I couldn’t count how many times he teased me about my tiny penis, but it made him feel better. I’m glad he wasn’t ashamed that his only son was packing the smallest penis.
We went home and watched a movie together naked. I looked in his direction, and he had a camera pointed at me.
“I’ll need something to remember that little pee-pee.”
He then took closeups of my exposed bald dinky.
I blushed but trusted my father. He actually had a naked photo of me.
Even though I will greatly miss living with my dad, living with my stepmom will be a new adventure. I won’t have to endure any humiliating comments, spankings, and she will never see me naked. I am looking forward to the future without a single dilemma.
The End.
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