In the heart of Spertgrow’s sprawling megalopolis lived our protagonist, Kevin Wankowski. A humble lad, he was as ordinary as they come; glasses perched precariously on his nose, hair unruly as a hedgehog’s quills, and a penchant for numbers that made him forget even the most mundane tasks were impossible without first calculating them. Unpopularity had been his constant companion since kindergarten when he’d tripped over his feet while attempting to dribble a basketball. His classmates laughed then, but their amusement transformed into indifference over the years, leaving Kevin isolated in his world of calculators and textbooks.

Kevin’s luck with the ladies could have been better. He blushed profusely at the mere thought of talking to girls, let alone asking one out. The few times he mustered up the courage, they rejected him faster than a cat rejecting water. Hoping university would be different, he poured all his energy into studying, dreaming of becoming an engineer or a scientist. Womankind remained elusive, however, like a mythical creature from another realm.

One day, running late for class, Kevin had the brilliant idea to cut through the school’s football field. A straight path was optimal compared to his usual meandering route around buildings and corridors. The girls’ football team was practicing; their laughter echoed across the empty expanse. However, Kevin was busy computing the time saved by cutting through versus running around. He was oblivious to the practice session. Ignoring girls was now second nature, after all. Thus, he didn’t hear the warnings nor see the fast-approaching ball until it hit him squarely between his legs.

A sharp pain in his testicles sent him sprawling onto the grass. His books flew everywhere. A chorus of giggles and gasps rang out from the players. Embarrassment burned his cheeks as he picked himself up, clutching his crotch. But amidst this mortifying moment, one of the girls ran over. She knelt next to him. Concern etched on her face. It was Lucy, the prettiest girl in school, someone even the popular boys feared approaching.

“Are you OK?” she asked, her voice softening.

Her eyes met Kevin’s, full of genuine worry. For a split second, Kevin felt seen, understood even. Then reality hit. He stammered an apology, gathering his books while avoiding eye contact. As he limped away, he felt her propping him up, grabbing his arm gently. His heart pounded like a drum against his ribs. A girl was touching him! And not just any girl, but Lucy!

“I’m gonna help you go to the nurse, OK?” she said, leading him toward the school clinic.

Kevin’s brain was on overdrive, and he barely registered her words. Her skin was so smooth, and she smelled nice, like apples. Suddenly, everything seemed surreal. Was this real life? Or some bizarre dream from which he’d wake up soon?

“Are your—do you feel OK—down there?” Lucy asked hesitantly, pointing at his crotch, obviously uncomfortable using such terms.

Kevin flushed but nodded, unable to meet her gaze. The pain had subsided a bit. He could walk by now, but having Lucy guide him was a dream come true. Inside the nurse’s office, she helped him onto a chair. Lucy looked concerned, kind even. Her hands brushed against his skin again as she adjusted his shirt collar. His heartbeat echoed in his ears. Lucy left, promising to check up on him later. Alone, Kevin closed his eyes, savoring this rare moment of attention from someone he admired.

He found himself alone in the nurse’s office. It was quiet except for the humming neons and a ticking clock. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His face was flushed, his hair tousled, and his glasses crooked. The walls were adorned with posters about various parts of the human body and notices about washing hands and staying hydrated.

The sound of the door opening brought his head around. In walked the school’s nurse, a young, vibrant woman with a flighty air around her. She looked surprised to see him but smiled warmly nonetheless. As she approached, Kevin felt a strange flutter in his stomach. She was so pretty, in a different way from Lucy. More adult, perhaps.

“Oh? Are you here for something?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

He nodded, voice barely audible. “I—got hit by—a football.”

She hummed softly, coming closer. “Where did you get hit? Your head?” she asked, gently grabbing his head, examining it.

Her touch sent shivers down his spine. She was so close! His heart pounded louder than before.

“I got hit here.”

He pointed towards his groin area, face reddening further. The nurse followed his gesture, eyes widening slightly.

“Oh dear,” she said with concern, her gaze dropping to his lap. Before he knew what happened, she pulled out a stool, sitting right before him. Looking into his eyes, she said softly, “Let me see.”

“I just need an ice pack, I think,” Kevin mumbled, trembling.

She didn’t move, still looking at him intently. “No, I need to examine if there are any serious injuries.” Her fingers brushed against his thighs, making him jump. Then they traced upwards, stopping at the waistband of his pants. “May I?” she asked, meeting his gaze.

He nodded dumbly. Slowly, the nurse unbuttoned his pants, revealing his underwear. Kevin felt hot all over. A woman was about to see his penis for the first time in his life! His heartbeat echoed loudly as he watched her continue undoing buttons, exposing himself further. Once his pants were off, Kevin was left in just his shirt and briefs. Never in his life did he feel more exposed than now. His legs shook slightly, but he couldn’t move away. The nurse leaned closer, examining him thoroughly. Her breath tickled against his skin, making him jump again.

“I’m going to remove your underwear, too,” she said softly, reaching out.

As if in a trance, Kevin nodded. With gentle hands, she slid down the briefs, revealing everything. Kevin couldn’t bear himself to look at her reaction.

“Ooh,” he heard her whisper, voice full of surprise.

He dared a peek and saw her eyes widen, staring at his penis.

“You’re quite—small,” the nurse said.

Kevin blushed profusely. He had guessed he wasn’t the most endowed guy, but hearing it from someone else was humiliating. “What? What do you mean?”

She chuckled lightly, shaking her head. “Nothing. It’s just… Well, boys your age usually have bigger ones.”

Bigger? Was she implying that he was underdeveloped? His heart sank. Did this nurse have to see his tiny penis? But somehow, amidst the embarrassment, there was a strange sense of satisfaction. For once, he wasn’t invisible. A girl noticed him, even if it was in such an unflattering way.

It was then that the nurse started manipulating his balls. Her touch was gentle but firm, sending shivers down his spine. She was rolling them between her fingers, probably checking for any damage. The sensation was new, oddly pleasant, and mind-numbingly erotic. His penis responded to the stimulation by hardening, slowly but surely growing with every pulsating beat of his heart.

“Hmm,” she murmured, eyes never leaving his crotch. “Is that as big as it gets?”

Kevin swallowed hard, nodding dumbly. “Umm, I think so. Why?”

Her face was full of concern. “Because—well—as I said—boys your age usually have bigger ones.” She paused, looking up at him finally. “Have you ever measured it?”

“Measured what?” he said, trying to get her to talk even more about his penis.

Her comments and attention to it were intoxicating! She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Your length, Kevin. Have you ever checked how big or small it is? It’s a normal thing for guys to do.”

He shook his head, feeling foolish now. He had never thought of measuring himself before. But the idea was intriguing, especially with this nurse’s touch and lingering gaze.

“I don’t think so,” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“Well, let me measure it then,” she offered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, pulling out a tape measure from somewhere.

Kevin felt hot as she measured, his penis throbbing under her touch. When she finished, she looked up at him, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Two point nine inches,” she declared. “That’s really small. Even more so since you’re erect.”

Kevin blushed harder, feeling like an idiot for not knowing this. “I-I see,” he said.

Then, his eternal calculating mind kicked in. He had to know how big he was compared to others! But what if it made him feel even smaller?

“What’s the average?” he asked shyly, hoping she wouldn’t mention anything too low.

She chuckled softly, putting away her tape measure. “For your age group, around four inches flaccid and six when erect.”

He felt a pang of disappointment but tried to hide it. “Oh, so that’s not bad then.”

The nurse smiled warmly, but there was something in her eyes that Kevin couldn’t place. It wasn’t pity or disgust but rather understanding. She seemed to know what he was feeling.

She touched his shoulders gently and said, “No, Kevin. I’m sorry, but it isn’t good. I mean, some flaccid student penises are bigger than yours erect. There’s large, average, smaller-than-average, and then there’s—you. Kevin, I hate to tell you this, but you have—a micropenis. The smallest kind of penis a boy your age can have,”

He felt a lump form in his throat as the words sank in. But the nurse’s ministration on his testicles continued, making him forget everything else. Her touch was soothing, almost hypnotic. He closed his eyes, enjoying every second of this.

“Well,” she said softly after a while. “I think there’s no permanent damage, thankfully. Now let’s check your penis.”

The nurse returned to it, examining it for any bruises or swelling. Kevin couldn’t help but feel relieved and aroused at once.

She gently grabbed his pulsating penis, moving it around as if testing its flexibility. It felt like the most intimate thing ever, even though he knew it wasn’t. Her gentle yet firm touch made him harden further with every stroke. He closed his eyes, feeling a strange pleasure from this new sensation. However, the pleasure kept building until Kevin froze. He was about to cum! The nurse was still holding his penis, her hand squeezing it tightly. His body tensed up, unable to control himself.

“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, embarrassment flooding back in full force.

“What are—” she started before the first rope of semen shot out, hitting her shirt and skirt.

Kevin’s eyes widened as he felt more come out, spurting uncontrollably. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but his orgasm was so intense that he didn’t care! The nurse gasped, trying to protect herself from the mess.

Slowly, Kevin’s orgasm died down. His softening cock still sputtered cum on the floor, weakly twitching in the air. The nurse looked at him with a mix of shock and amusement.

“Well… I guess we can add premature ejaculation to your list of problems,” she said, wiping her shirt clean.

Kevin felt like an idiot, mortified by this turn of events. But somehow, it was also liberating. He had come out of his shell, even if accidentally! And for once, someone saw his penis – not just as small but in action too. It wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t deny feeling alive.

“I-I’m sorry,” Kevin stammered again, standing quickly.

The nurse chuckled softly, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up.” As he was leaving, she added, “But next time, try washing under your foreskin.”

Her eyes twinkling with amusement made him blush all over again. He nodded dumbly, still reeling from the experience.

Outside, Kevin felt like a new man. His walk had a purpose now; a woman saw his penis! The nurse’s touch lingered on his skin, making him feel alive in ways he never knew. And as he walked toward his class, this time late, he could not compute anything for the first time in years.

This was going to be a long semester.

 

The End.

 

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