I was staring down at myself in the shower. I always knew that I was small, I used to tell myself that it was just a little bit below average. But now that my not even 2-inch erection was poking at me, I had to admit that I was indeed tiny.

Life was not fair. First, the humiliation of even getting outmanned by little kids in the locker room. Another problem was peeing at a urinal without making a mess. I couldn’t whip it out like most guys. It took some conscious effort to get it past my pants. I always got a little pee on my fingers. I don’t have much of a dick to shake when I’m done, and it is so short that my fingers are really close to the end, so they always get some pee on them. I was always amazed at the guys that don’t wash their hands after pissing. It’s really gross, but I assumed their dicks are big enough that they can hold them properly. But there was another problem for a guy with a little dick like me. It was hard to get laid.

My sex life went as far as tugging my tiny dick with two fingers. In the meanwhile, other people my age were having conversations about their sexual conquests. It drove me nuts.

I was still a little bit dizzy from the night before. I had actually flirted with a girl in a club but eventually gave up. She had this sexually infused aura. She had some guys before. She knew what she wanted. After that, I never had a problem getting hard. Even now, in the shower, my little boner was rigid. But being next to this girl, dancing, grinding along her body had just led me to get anxious. My dick had actually shriveled up by her touch. I imagined all the other guys she had been with. How could I match up?

I was too drunk to remember what happened exactly, but I was too much of a wimp to take her home.

How could other guys have big dicks while I had that? I wondered what that girl from yesterday was doing. Her name was Yvonne. I had actually known her for quite some time. And she was so fucking hot.

Thinking about how it would feel, getting to fuck Yvonne with a big dick, getting to own her, had me coming in just a few strokes. Three little tugs were all it took. But, as I shoot a few weak sprouts, my dick is already limp again. I stepped out of the shower, not knowing whether on not I should go to bed again. The aura of my orgasm had faded, filling me again with an extra dose of shame. I could have fucked her if I was a real man.

The memory of the night before was still blurry. Butt naked. I stepped into my room to find Yvonne lying on my bed.

Stricken with sudden embarrassment, I shouted in surprise, “What are you doing here.”

“You gave me your spare keys yesterday, remember,” she said seductively. “Come and get them.”

She was spinning them around her finger. I noticed that she was wearing a short skirt and a tight top, revealing a huge amount of skin. Absolutely stunning. Now I remembered. I had given her my spare keys after making up some cheap excuse to leave. She looked at me longingly as she was swinging her legs in the air. Then her gaze goes downwards and stops at my penis.

An unexpected “Oh!” escaped her lips when she saw my package.

She quickly stifled a smirk, too, when she saw how small my dick was. I was pink from head to toe and not from the bathwater. I completely it back then, so I looked like a little child. Her eyebrow froze in place at its peak as the realization dawned on her.

“Omigod, she said and quickly suppressed a giggle.

“What are you doing here?” I asked again.

Did she want to sleep with me?

“Uhm,” she said, her expression not changing. Now she just looked confused. “Uhm, I’m sorry.”

She puts one hand up to her mouth and tries to cover a giggle. However, she can’t help but laugh. Her amusement is obvious. Yvonne immediately went red in the face and looked up at the ceiling.

“I just wanted to bring you your keys back.” Now she stood up. “I’ll just put them on the table, OK?”

I was nervous, but the sight of her was getting me aroused. She was also wearing makeup and stockings that showed off her curved legs. My mind was racing. Did she really want to sleep with me? Then, it occurred to me that I was standing in front of Yvonne, the closest thing to the girl of my dreams, and she came here to sleep with me.

“Well, I guess I’ll go now,” she said casually.

The seductive huskiness in her voice was now gone.

“But…” I said, almost pleading. “Didn’t you come for something else?”

The way I said it, it sounded really needy. Her smile widened. She was still staring at the ceiling.

“No, not really.”

It seemed as if she had a hard time looking into my eyes. Her whole nature was so different now. Just a moment ago, she was lying on her belly with her feet playfully wiggling in the air. Now she was rather short-spoken. Then, for a second, her eyes quickly dart down on me once again.

“HaHaHa…” she broke into laughter.

I look down on myself. To my dismay, I noticed that the woman had given me a little boner, and it was pointing directly at her. My face went red from embarrassment. She snickered softly as she saw my reaction. I was sure she could tell how embarrassed I was. This was such an awkward situation. I didn’t know what to say. A beautiful girl was standing right in front of me, and I just felt scared.

“Well, I guess, see you,” she said.

She walked right past me, facing the door. My face was red. Crimson red. Burning red. There was no way around it. My dick too tiny for her.

“Uh, yes,” I stammer. I didn’t know what to say.

Thinking about all the times, my classmates talked about their sexual conquests while I couldn’t contribute to the conversation had me clench my fists. Suppose I could impress her somehow. But, unfortunately, this can’t be it.

“Wait,” I said, with all the courage I could muster.

She turned around. “What?”

“I just wondered if we could go out? You know,” my voice sounded high and brittle. I was sure she could tell how nervous I was.

Even though she was trying to be serious, I could hear her chuckling. “No, sorry. I don’t really want to date at the moment.”

“I’m really sorry,” she added.

We stood there in more awkward silence. I was so lost for words. At that point, I was still incredibly horny. I was determined to get something from Yvonne.

“How about we just do it?” I asked.

“Do what?”

“You know…relieving each other,” I said in desperation.

“What? What exactly do you want to do? Huh? Huh??”

The smile on her face showed that she knew exactly what I wanted. Why was this so hard? She literally came to my house with a hot outfit and threw herself on my bed. I was embarrassed even to say it.

“You know, we could just have sex.”

“Hmm,” she said.

Slowly, she leaned up against the door frame, her hand covering a huge grin, looking at me as I stood there, with a bright red face, and hunched over. My shriveled little pistol was still sticking out, ripe and ready for action, bobbing with each heartbeat. Standing there with such a little nub between my legs felt so pathetic. She shook her head as if to say ‘no.’ I could tell what was running through her head.

“Oh, you mean like ever?” she asked.

God, I was pathetic! She tilted her head to the side and smiled at me, causing me to blush under her gaze.

“No,” she said and then left.

The End.

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.