“Perfect! Much better like this—we actually look coordinated now!” Camie said with a satisfied smile.
I couldn’t help but smile too as we stood side by side in front of the mirror. Our matching togas made the whole Greek god disguise look surprisingly convincing—and it hadn’t even been that hard to pull together.

High school was officially over, and to celebrate, Camie and I had decided to hit the pop culture festival. Manga, comics, video games, movies—something for everyone. We’d both agreed to dress up as Greek gods. Just a simple white silk toga, leather sandals, and a laurel crown, and we were good to go.

Camie had insisted I take off my trunks underneath since they showed through the fabric. She was right—it looked way better without. She, on the other hand, had added a leather bralette that gave her a bit of a warrior vibe.

Camie had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We’d grown up next door to each other—literally since birth—and for the past eighteen years, we’d been inseparable.

And if I’m being totally honest… I’ve always had feelings for her.

But I never found the guts to say anything.

I’d decided to tell her after the festival, but first, I wanted to enjoy the day.

Camie, as always, looked absolutely radiant. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair and those bright turquoise eyes gave her a divine look, especially paired with her ever-playful smile. In that toga, with her shoulders and legs bare, she was simply irresistible.

“Alright, we’re ready, buddy! Let’s go!” she said, bursting with excitement.

My mom had agreed to give us a ride. She was a beautiful woman, always tan, with a black ponytail that made her look almost Latina, though she wasn’t. The drive there flew by.

Once we got to the festival, my eyes didn’t know where to focus—there was so much going on.

“Alright, kids, I’m gonna wander around. Just call me when you want to leave—I won’t be far.”

“Will do. Thanks, Mom!”

“Thanks, Dalia!” added Camie with a grin.

And off we went, exploring the booths and events. We ran into a few people from school and had fun guessing who was dressed as what. The day was off to a great start.

One of our classmates, Sonia, showed up in a killer Cat Woman costume. She really pulled it off.

“My dad didn’t want me to bring the whip,” she said with a laugh.

“Actually, he didn’t even want me to come dressed like this. Said it was too vulgar—I had to show him my comics to prove they were a real character.”

Of Mexican descent and undeniably gorgeous, Sonia’s skin-tight outfit definitely made her look… attention-grabbing. I couldn’t really blame her dad. If I had an eighteen-year-old daughter, I’d probably feel the same.

Talking to her—and Camie—I tried to hide my boner. I was honestly just relieved I didn’t have a very prominent penis. Nothing too obvious that could show through the fabric.

After saying goodbye to Sonia, we made our way toward the main stage, which was starting to draw quite the crowd. As we walked, the fabric of my toga kept brushing lightly against my little boner. It was oddly pleasant, especially with Camie looking like an actual goddess beside me.

As we got closer, we heard a familiar voice.

“Alex! Camie!”

It was Mrs. Madriña—our young (well, former) Spanish teacher. She was dressed as a soldier, which gave her a fake stern look. But Camie and I both knew she was not only stunning but also incredibly kind.

“¡Hola, Señora Madriña!” Camie said with a laugh, throwing her a playful salute.

“Your costumes look amazing, you two! Are you going for the best costume prize?”

“There’s a contest?” I asked, intrigued.

“Yes, on the main stage! Betty Grant—one of my former students—is taking pictures of anyone who wants to enter. You should go for it, you’ve got a real shot.”

Her radiant smile didn’t help my bulge situation one bit.

Still enjoying the gentle brush of the toga against my cock, I followed Camie to the stage, where a line of costumed participants were getting their photos taken by a young blonde woman in a traditional Chinese qipao. She was stunning, which definitely didn’t help either.

A huge screen showed off all the photos Betty was snapping.

As we stepped onto the platform, Betty smiled brightly.

“Awesome! A couple’s costume! Center stage, please!”

“Haha, no, he’s just my best friend!” Camie blurted out, laughing.

Her quick correction stung a little. I looked out toward the crowd, pretending I didn’t care. Sonia waved at us while waiting for her turn with her boyfriend, dressed as Batman. Mrs. Madriña was near the stage, flashing us a warm, supportive smile. And standing next to her was my mom, who seemed to have finished her stroll.

“Best friends? No problem!” Betty said, picking up on the awkward tension.

“Alright, stand side by side!”

She nudged me closer to Camie and adjusted the brooch on my shoulder. We linked arms.

“Perfect! Now smile, oh mighty gods!” Betty said dramatically.

The picture popped up on the big screen, and it was honestly a great shot.

But as Camie pulled her arm away from mine, her bracelet got caught on my toga’s brooch… and with one swift motion, she accidentally tore it off.

Slowly—almost in slow motion—my toga slipped down, brushing gently against my hard cock before landing softly around my ankles.

I stood frozen, as if moving even an inch would make it all real. The laughter around me didn’t sound imagined—it was painfully real.

There I was, naked under the lights, my small dick hard and flushed red, standing in front of a crowd of costumed strangers, all howling with laughter.

“Hey Alex, cute little dicklette,” Sonia called out with a giggle.

“Oh my, you’re leaking with so much pre-cum,” laughed Mrs. Madriña. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo.

“A souvenir from my favorite student,” she said before bursting into laughter.

Right beside her, my mom crossed her arms and chuckled.

“Just like his father,” she sighed.

I turned to Camie, desperately hoping for a hint of sympathy. But I found the opposite.

She was doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely breathe, her finger pointing up at the giant screen.

Betty had taken another shot—this time a close-up. My little carrot was now broadcast for all to see.

“Okay, now I understand why you two are just friends!” she shouted, still laughing uncontrollably.

Camie turned to me, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

“Wow, man… your weenie is shaking like a leaf. This is seriously not your day,” she said, half-apologetic, half-mocking.

“Camie…” I whispered.

I grabbed my toga, pulled it over my erection, and ran straight for the exit, dodging waves of whispers and jeers :

“So tiny!”

“Damn, he seems ready to blow his load!”

“Total embarrassment!”

And worse.

I slumped into the car and tried to hold back the tears. A few minutes later, Camie and my mom got in. They were both still giggling like crazy.

“Alright, sweetie, let’s hit the road,” said my mom, barely suppressing her laughter. Camie didn’t even try—she was still cracking up.

Bright red with shame, I stayed silent. After everything that had just happened, all I wanted was to masturbate.

The drive home was quiet, broken only by Camie’s occasional giggles.

Once we got back, I bolted straight to my room. I didn’t even notice my mom had followed me.

“Mom, go away. I want to be alone.”

“Oh, I figured,” she said with a knowing smile.

“Just wanted to say I’m with you, sweetheart. Thought you might need to hear that—while you stroke your tiny boner.”

“Mom!” I protested.

“Alright, alright,” she grinned.

“Your dad was the same, you know. I used to think he was the smallest of all. I was wrong… Well, at least you’ve still got your handpussy.”

“Mom !!”

She winked and left the room, making a jerk-off motion with her hand as she closed the door.

She was right.

Left alone, I started stroking my little dick.

The laughter echoed in my mind—Camie, Mrs. Madriña, Sonia, Betty… even my mom. I clenched my jaw and pumped harder, faster.

“Yikes. Not exactly your most glorious moment, huh?”

Camie stood in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking down at me.

“Camie!” I choked, stopping mid-pump.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she teased.

“Gotta get all that frustration out. Although… for a little mushroom like yours, maybe two fingers are enough.”

I hesitated for a moment. Then did exactly as she said.

We stared at each other.

I was breathing heavily, lips parted.

She grinned triumphantly.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” I finally asked in a faint voice.

“What are you talking about?” she replied, puzzled.

“Well, you know… my two-inches dick”

“Oh! Not sure it’s even two inches but… No, I honestly don’t care.” She said with a shrug.

“Then…,” I said cautiously, “would you want to go out with me?”

“What? Are you crazy?”

She looked at me with a kind of pity, giving me a gentle, almost apologetic smile.

“Listen, I really like you, I swear, but I’ve always known how small you are.”

“What? But how?”

“I don’t know exactly. It’s just the small dick vibe you give off… Anyway, it’s a hard no for me.”

“But Camie… I love you…” I said, trying to smile a hopeful smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but… hold on, I’ll show you something. And hurry up, this is taking forever.”

As I picked up the pace, I watched her pull out her phone and scroll through her photos. She finally found the one she was looking for and held out the screen toward me.

I stared in disbelief.

It was Camie, with giant black cock covering half her face, her skin smeared with cum, making her shine like a glazed donut. The photo had clearly been taken from above—probably by whoever those enormous penises belonged to. She was sticking her tongue out and throwing up a peace sign.

“Is… is that you?” I asked, breathing harder.

“Yep. See now? That sad little dicklette of yours will never win me over. So you can be jacking off thinking of me, but that’s as far as it goes. And honestly, you should be thankful I’m even letting you have that.”

I stared at the photo. I still couldn’t believe it. Camie. My Camie. She was a true size queen.

“I think about you all the time,” I whispered without realizing it.

“Ugh, you’re being weird now…” she said with a smile. “Anyway, you done yet?”

“Yeah… Camie?” I said, glancing at her gorgeous, tiny body in that warrior goddess outfit, her bare feet and legs, those impossibly blue eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Can I… see you naked?” I asked with a sheepish grin.

“No way, dude. You’re my best friend.”

“But you saw my dick…”

“There wasn’t much to see. And let’s be honest—you were into it.”

“Y-yeah…” I mumbled, muscles starting to fail.

“Exactly. So no more dumb questions. Now stroke. Think of all the girls who laughed at you. Think about how I will never touch your tiny cock. And cum! That’s all you can do—get rid of that frustration by cumming as hard as you can!”

As I listened to her words, I fell on my knees to the floor, spurting like a fountain, shouting :

“This is so unfair!”

Camie burst out laughing.

“Yay! There you go! Get used to it!” she said, clapping her hands. “Feel better?”

“Yeah…” I replied, out of breath.

“Perfect! Dalia! He’s done!” Camie called from the hallway.

“Wait, what—” I began.

“She told me to call her once you finished.”

My mom appeared at the door, hands behind her back, wearing a mysterious smile I didn’t recognize.

“I have a little surprise for each of you!” she announced, beaming.

She handed Camie a small key. Then she stepped up to me.

“Hands out, sweetheart.”

I obeyed. She placed a chastity cage in my hands. Camie burst into laughter.

“M-Mom…” I stammered, going pale.

“It’s the first cage I ever gave your father. It was too small for him—but it’ll fit you.”

“My… dad?” I repeated, stunned.

“Don’t worry, he’s got another one. And I still have the key, even if we’re separated. Anyway, sissies like you spend so much time on masturbation—you need a keeper. What do you say, Camie?”

“Honestly, I think it’s hilarious that the idea came from his mom! I’m in. Put it on, buddy!”

“What? No! No way!” I protested.

“Oh, come on, don’t play tough with me. Look, if you wear it, I’ll send you a nude. Deal?”

I hesitated. A nude photo of Camie? That was… tempting.

“Okay, fine,” I gave in, slipping on the cage.

“Bahaha! You actually did it!”

Camie and my mom laughed for a solid minute.

“That’s my sweet boy,” my mom said, ruffling my hair.

“Alright, I’m out. I’ll send the pic tonight, Alex. Later, bestie. Bye, Dalia!”

I spent the whole evening glued to my phone, waiting for Camie to send her promised photo.

It finally buzzed. I opened the image.

It was a selfie. She was there—well, sort of. Her entire body had been blurred out… except her right hand, giving a middle finger up. The caption read :

“You really thought I’d send you one? Kisses loser.”

I suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to jerk off.

 

The End.

 

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