When I was a student, some gay guys I knew in the drama society persuaded me to have a part in a play where I had to walk on stage totally naked and stand facing the audience for ten minutes. I was aware one of them fancied me; they charmed me and flirted and cajoled me and bought me drinks, so I agreed.

I was aware that I was smaller than other men but easily flattered and somewhat in denial. The girlfriend I shared a bedsit in a shared house thought it was a great idea. I was the first boy she’d had penetrative sex with, so she wasn’t aware how much smaller I was compared to other guys. I told her I was average sized, about 5 inches. I’d told people it was 5 inches since school days because that’s what my best friend said he was, and I didn’t want to lose face. If she’d measured me with a ruler, she’d have found that my ‘about 5 inches’ was a little under 3 inches, but she didn’t seem to mind if I wasn’t big.

Her only previous boyfriend had scared her off sex as he’d been ‘much too big,’ and she hadn’t let him inside her in case he hurt her. She was pleased that I was gentle and had a non threatening eager little dick, at first. She was a biology student and she inspected my penis as if it were a specimen. She said it was cute like a naked mole-rat. She showed me a picture of a naked mole rat. It was the ugliest animal I’d ever seen, but I could see the resemblance: 3 inches of pink, wrinkly skin. It wasn’t flattering but better than I was used to and I became a little more confident and less self conscious about my small penis.

As time went on and she’d lost her fear of sex, I detected a growing sense of frustration. She’d get cross that I always came quickly, cursed when it slipped out if she moved too much, and moody that I couldn’t manage most of the adventurous positions she wanted to try.

We’d heard girlfriends screaming and moaning in shuddering orgasms through the thin walls of our house as we lay in bed, witnessed vigorous, noisy sex at parties, and heard loud gasps of climax from the bushes behind the student union bar, so she knew she was missing out. Perhaps that was why she was so encouraging, reassuring, and insistent that I should be in the play and stand naked in front of the whole college.

I managed to get through rehearsals without letting anybody see my dick. By the dress rehearsal, it was too late, so nobody said anything. They didn’t have to. My friends who had recruited me for the part took one look and then turned away.

On the night as I waited in the wings, cold, naked, nervous I cursed myself and fiddled with my dick to try to make it grow.

It’s 3 inches long when hard. At that moment, it barely protruded out of my pubic hair. By the time I heard my cue and walked onto the stage, I’d managed to produce a semi, sticking out like a twitching little finger. Naked on stage, I could feel the eyes of 100 people on my shrinking member. There was a loud gasp from the audience, which turned into waves of titters, giggles, sniggers, and coos of “Oh dear.”

I heard my girlfriend shriek, “Oh my god,” and burst into hysterical laughter, which set off more ripples of laughter.

The flash of cameras punctuated the darkness of the auditorium.

The actors had to wait until the audience calmed down before continuing. I said my lines, posed around, sat on a lap, flouncing, flirting, and shimmying as directed while the main characters paid my character bawdy compliments and referred to me as an object of lust, which drew more laughter from the audience. As I acted, I felt my willy shrink to the size of a pitted cocktail olive.

Afterwards, when it was all over, I was clothed and had joined my girlfriend in the bar with her friends. Nobody said a thing about my performance, the size of my dick, my public humiliation or the way they’d all gasped and laughed at me. Later, at the party two drunk girls told me not to mind if everybody laughed at my little willy, they thought it was really brave of me to be naked when it’s so small, that it’s easy for big dick guys to get undressed and flop their giant todgers about in front of everyone but what I did, with what I had, takes real courage.

When we got home my girlfriend told me that after tonight it was time to stop lying to her, to myself and everyone that my penis is anything like average. She told me she didn’t mind so much that my dick was so very very small, but she was angry, hurt that I’d lied to her, made her look foolish and abused her trust. “Well, now I know the truth; everyone knows. Everybody has seen your dick and every single one of them said that it’s the smallest one they’ve seen on a grown man. All of them. So stop kidding yourself and accept the fact that you have the littlest penis anyone has seen. And that’s a public fact now.”

She told me not to worry because she wasn’t obsessed with dicks like most of her girlfriends but soon afterwards she fucked someone at a party and the next day we had a row where she decided we should be able to have sex with other people.

In reality it meant she had lots of sex with other men while I didn’t have sex with anyone; all the girls we knew had seen or heard how small my dick was. I masturbated instead and began to develop my cuckold, small penis humiliation fetish.

We still shared a bed, and she would come home after a date and tell me how great the sex had been. She told me excitedly how it felt to have orgasms when fucking.

We still had sex occasionally. She felt sorry for me that I couldn’t get off with a girl. Eventually, she left to live with some girlfriends in a house where she had her room. I was upset, but it was very amicable. She told me that I’d always be the first man, her first lover and thanked me and my cute little dick for breaking her in gently. After a final brief, unsatisfactory coupling she bent down and kissed the tender sticky head of my shrinking spent dick and whispered: “Bye bye my cute little naked mole-rat.”

 

The End.

 

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