The Fun Uncle
One day, I decided to help them build a giant slide for the pool to make it more entertaining. I didn’t know much about building a slide, but I learned quickly. I’ve always been a creative whiz, and it took me a couple of weeks to build it, and it looked great.
We decided to have a boy’s day where we invited my two brothers with their sons, father, and grandfather to test the new slide. To preface, I am tall — about 6”3. I am also a smooth, chubby man with a manly beard. I have a very masculine, rough look.
On Saturday, everyone arrived, and the weather was perfect for playing in the pool. There were about 10 of us in total, and we were all laughing and sharing stories before we decided to try out the slide. Everyone cheered me on to use it first since I built it, so I walked up to the slide. It was high up, but I slid down with ease.
As I climbed back up the stairs to go down the slide again, I suddenly felt something tug at my waist. I didn’t think anything of it. I felt light and free, and everyone started cheering even louder. I climbed out of the pool feeling liberated to try the slide again.
But as I reached the top of the slide, my family burst out laughing, and I couldn’t determine why. I looked at the slide and saw where my swim trunks were caught. This meant if they were there, then to my shocking dismay, I would be completely naked in front of my whole family.
My swim trunks had snagged on a crack on the slide that I had overlooked before. Everyone clearly viewed my butt-naked body and my embarrassing secret.
My tiny penis.
I heard my father’s voice crack as he laughed loudly, “I mean, he was always the baby of the family. He’s definitely not only a kid at heart but physically.”
I looked down at my shriveled-up little wiener, and I gasped loudly. I covered the little half-inch dicklette from everyone, but it was too late. Everyone looked at what I was packing and emphasized how much I didn’t have due to the cold water. I was packing a penis that should have belonged to a little boy. I had a large, hairy bush and was embarrassed that my pubic hair was showing. My little boy cock was suffocating in my bush, where barely the unendowed tip was visible.
I felt the blood rush to my head and screamed, “I just got out of the pool.”
It was one big, giant orgy of laughter. The kind that hurts your cheeks and makes your eyes water.
My grandpa laughed, “He hasn’t changed much from he was a toddler running around naked with that soft, little wee-wee.”
From that day on, I would be known as the uncle with the tiny winkie. It was humiliating hearing my grandpa tease what little I had. I could feel my face turning bright red since my embarrassing-sized teeny-weenie was exposed to my family, who now had an eternal, everlasting image of the smallest penis they had ever seen on an adult man. I tried to figure out what to do next.
My first instinct was to run inside and find some clothes, so I walked past them, holding my crotch.
“Where are you going? Just stay naked. It’s just us guys here. Besides, we’ve already seen how microscopic it is. Just embrace the moment and join in on the fun.”
I uncovered my shy, petite wee-wee and joined them. They were profoundly curious as they watched my micropenis bounce around as I walked and sat down. All their eyes fixated on my puny crotch as it squished between my legs. Still embarrassed by their juvenile cackling, my balls tightened, and I felt it shrink even smaller.
As I let go of my embarrassment, I began to see the humor in the situation. I laughed with everyone else about how minuscule my junk was and made jokes about my unexpected wardrobe malfunction.
At one point, I declared, “Laugh all you want. I am the king of small dicks!”
It was a bonding moment for everyone, and we all had a great time that day humiliating my little penis. Eventually, everyone else got naked, and while it was embarrassing to have the smallest penis among all the men in my family, I was delighted we were all having fun.
In the end, the incident brought us all closer together, and everyone continued to joke about my tiny dicklette and laugh about how small it was for years to come. It was a reminder that family is always there to support and love you, even in the most unexpected situations.
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