In college, I had a group of friends in my major with whom I studied before tests. Five people, three guys, two girls. We were good friends, but I usually ended up scoring the highest on the tests the next day.

In one test, there was a girl named Sarah, who decided she had a chance to beat me. In front of the group, she made a bet. The loser had to streak through the library completely naked, hands in the air, yelling to draw attention to themselves, through all three floors. She was hot, flirty, I wanted to see her naked, and I was confident I could win, so I agreed.

As you can guess, I lost.

That night, Wednesday, the group met again, for me to pay up. They were all laughing and excited, both the girls and the guys. When I left for my starting point, Sarah, my challenger, hugged me, looked down at my crotch, and said, “See you in a minute,” then winked. I was flying.

Once I started undressing in the stacks and remembered what she was about to see, I got embarrassed again. I stripped completely naked, even barefoot, as that was the deal. All my clothes are piled on the floor next to my bookbag. I tried to fluff it up a little, but didn’t want to look too hard and pervy, either. I probably got up to 2, maybe 2.5 inches.

Finally, I took off. Hands in the air, fully exposed. Lots of shocked looks, laughter, and cheering. I saw Sarah. She had her phone out, her other hand over her mouth, laughing.

I ran through, straight out the door, right past an older female librarian yelling at me, into the night. I just needed to get away from people staring at my naked body.

I hid in a stairwell leading away from the library, catching my breath. As I got back to normal, I realized a few things. The running lost anything my fluff had gained. I was down to probably a little over an inch again. I was still naked, with my clothes in the library on the third floor. And it was October, so there was a bit of a chill in the air as I stood there naked.

I hid on the stairs naked for what felt like forever, but was really probably about 10 minutes, and I saw my group coming out, they were laughing, enjoying themselves, and fully dressed. I got their attention and waved them over. I covered my still-shrinking penis with one hand and waved with the other.

None of them thought to grab my clothes. They laughed about leaving me naked, and I asked, Please, my phone, keys, wallet, and laptop were in my pants and bag.

They teased me the whole time. The other girl, Allie, asked, “Why are you even covering it up? We’ve all seen it, and so did everyone in there.”

One of the guys explained before I could that the cold probably made it shrink.

“Oh, come on, there’s no way that thing could get smaller!” Sarah said and looked at me.

My blush answered for me.

“No way! How tiny did it get? Please! Let me see!”

I refused, and Sarah said, “Ok, how about this? I’ll go get your stuff if you let me take a pic of you naked and not hiding.”

I was hesitant. I wanted my clothes, but I didn’t want her to see how much weight I’d lost. “Why do you want a picture? Isn’t seeing it enough?” I asked.

“Well, you couldn’t really see it much in the video. And when I tell this story, everyone’s going to think I’m exaggerating how tiny your dick is. I need the pic for proof.” Then she whispered to me, “And I’ll send you a pic of me naked as a thank you.”

I agreed then, and she handed her phone to Allie to take it. I moved my hands, and both girls doubled over laughing. The guys smiled, but had some pity in their eyes. The girls pulled themselves together and took the pic, her standing next to me, arms around each other’s shoulders. Big smile on her face, forced smile on mine, her pointing down at my lack of manhood with her other hand.

The girls went to get my stuff as the guys consoled me a bit. They came back with just my bag. I grabbed it, opened it, and looked for my clothes.

“Oh, we said we’d get your stuff, not your clothes. We checked your pockets, got your phone, keys, and wallet, but decided keeping you naked was too funny.”

They drove me home and paid for dinner, but the whole time, there was a constant stream of jokes. Sarah referred to me as the smallest dick on campus for the next two years.

She would eventually fuck the other two guys in the group. The closest I got was the Pic she sent- she was naked, but covering herself with a handbra and her leg kicked up to hide her pussy.

That Friday, in class, some of my classmates had seen my streak and mentioned it before class started, and the professor asked what they meant. Sarah told roughly about the bet, and that I was a good sport paying it off. The professor said something about Sarah getting a good show out of it, and Sarah said, “I don’t know about that, there wasn’t much to see!”

Sarah said this in front of the whole class and the professor, who smirked.

 

The End.

 

 

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