The Measure of a Man
A Fictional Story by JamieDuskbane1.
As a result, he chose to swim late at night when the pool was empty – as close to closing time as possible. The lack of a bulge in his Speedos was embarrassing; but worse still was showering and changing afterward – by waiting to the end of the day, he minimized the risk of other people seeing his small dick. College was a fresh start after all; he didn’t want it to become common knowledge on campus.
This particular evening began in unremarkable fashion. He felt strong and had no issues swimming his usual forty laps of the pool – he was slim but toned. Daniel always waited until the very last lifeguard left to leave the pool; until the only sounds were the hum of the filter and his own heartbeat.
The open showers were bad enough on their own–tile walls, no curtains, just a haze of steam and the echoing drip of water.
Tonight, he was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear the footsteps.
A gasp.
Daniel turned, and there she was.
Marta.
Her cart squeaked to a stop just inside the doorway, her grip white-knuckled on the handle. For a long, terrible second, they just stared–Daniel under the spray, water sluicing down his bare skin, Marta wide-eyed and frozen, her cheeks burning so red he could see it even through the steam.
He should have covered himself. Should have said something. But his body refused to move, his pulse hammering in his throat.
Marta’s lips parted. No sound came out.
Then–
A clatter as the spray bottle slid off her cart and hit the tile. The sound snapped them both out of it.
Daniel spun back toward the wall, arms crossed over himself. Marta whirled around so fast her curls bounced.
“S-sorry! I–I thought–” Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling. “The schedule–I checked–”
“No, it’s–” Daniel’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “It’s okay. I lost track of time.”
Silence. Then, the softest thump–Marta bending to pick up the spray bottle, her perfect round bottom stretching her uniform.
“I’ll… c-come back,” she murmured.
Daniel risked a glance over his shoulder. She was already retreating, her shoulders hunched, her cart rolling unevenly where the wheel had caught.
He waited until the door clicked shut before letting out a shaky breath.
She’d seen him naked. She’d seen his small penis. He quickly covered himself up and went to the lockers to change.
Later, still shunned, he relived the moment in his head. She was pretty, very pretty. And in truth she’d looked as shocked as he. He’d caught her name badge – Marta. Marta with pretty green eyes and flowing ginger hair.
Going over and over the moment he’d been exposed to this beautiful girl, something curious happened. He started to get hard. One inch grew to three in his hand. Just the thought of being exposed as having a micropenis (he hadn’t dared show anyone for years) turned him on so much it wasn’t long before he came. What was this new feeling? Was he turned on by being naked in front of a girl, or was it the humiliation (she was probably laughing to her friends about it right now)
These thoughts persisted long into the night, and he jerked off several more times before falling into a sleep filled with images of Marta. Who was she? She seemed sweet and shy. She hadn’t laughed at him. Maybe he’d see her again at the pool.
Chapter 2: About Last Time
A week or so passed before Daniel was brave enough to go back to the swimming pool. He passed reception and headed for the changing rooms.
Daniel was mid-way through pulling his shirt off when the squeak of Marta’s cart wheels made him freeze. The fabric caught awkwardly under his armpit as he turned to see her standing in the doorway, gripping a spray bottle like it was a lifeline.
Their eyes locked.
A beat. Two.
Marta’s gaze dropped.
And dropped.
“I owe you an apology,” she blurted out before he could speak.
Daniel blinked. “For… the shower thing?”
“Sí.” Her cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze. “I did check the schedule. I just… forgot.” A beat. “And for seeing your…”
Pause
”Small!” Marta blurted out. Then clapped a hand over her mouth.
Daniel blinked. “What?”
Marta’s eyes squeezed shut. “I meant… it’s smaller than I… your penis… sorry,” she whispered, like the words were being dragged out of her.
Daniel blushed.
“That’s ok,” he said.
“It’s just I’ve never seen one that small before.”
Daniel looked away in embarrassment.
“It’s cute,” Marta rushed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I’d like to see it again.” Blushing, Marta averted her eyes.
“Why?” Daniel was shaking; he could feel his tiny cock retract even further.
Marta paused. How to express her desires?
“I don’t like big dicks. They hurt. I’m….well, I’m quite tight. I can’t really explain. Sorry, I should go.”
“No, it’s ok. I guess, well, you’ve already seen how small I am. I’ve never shown it to anyone – well, not for years. My name’s Daniel by the way. Seemed like a good time for an introduction.”
“Marta”
“I know. I read your nametag.”
“So can I see it?”
Daniel hesitated, then pulled down his shorts. He was completely shaved. His one-inch nub rested on top of his balls.
“Thank you, Daniel.” Marta stepped forward.
“Can I touch it?”
Daniel, unable to speak, meekly gasped.
Marta used her little finger to circle the head of Daniel’s penis. Immediately he got hard.
“It grows….a bit. It’s so hard!” said Marta, who wrapped two of her fingers around it.
Slowly she began jerking his dick. Daniel was more turned on than ever before in his life.
“Marta!!’
Before Marta could react, Daniel came. Thick jets of cum covered Marta’s uniform.
“I’m sorry…it’s just no one has ever…” said Daniel.
“Don’t be sorry…I loved it…I want to worship your penis, Daniel. I want it inside me.”
“I’ve got to go…” Daniel spluttered, pulling his shorts up and gathering his gym bag.
“Wait,” Marta frantically scrawled her number on a piece of tissue.
Outside, Daniel walked back to his dorm room in a trance. Emotions swirled – What had just happened? She loved his small penis. Was he turned on by having a pretty girl call it small? Or was he turned on by having her worship it? All he knew was he wanted to explore this relationship further.
—
Daniel stood under the hot spray of his dorm room shower, replaying the moment on an endless loop. Marta’s fingertips. The soft pad of her index finger tracing the head of his cock. The way she’d looked at it—not with pity or disgust, but with something closer to reverence. His dick twitched against his thigh at the memory, that stubborn little nub refusing to cooperate like a normal man’s would. He wrapped his hand around it, two fingers and a thumb barely enough to get a grip, and stroked himself to another shameful climax against the tile wall. His fourth since getting back. His knees buckled, and he caught himself against the soap dish, breathing hard.
The tissue sat on his desk, slightly damp from the swim back to his room. Her number in blue ink, slightly smudged. He’d stared at it for twenty minutes before getting in the shower. Now he stared at it again, towel around his waist, skin still prickling with heat that had nothing to do with the water.
He picked up his phone three times. Put it down twice.
The third time, he typed: Hi. It’s Daniel.
Sent.
He paced. Sat on the bed. Stood up. Paced again. His phone buzzed after what felt like an hour, but was probably only 40 seconds.
I was hoping you’d text. I was worried you’d just disappear and I’d never get to see you again. I’m still thinking about you. About it. About what happened. I can’t stop.
Daniel’s throat tightened. His cock stirred beneath the towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and typed with unsteady fingers.
I can’t stop either. I’ve been… I came four times since I got back.
Her response came immediately. Four? God. That’s so hot. Did you think about me touching it?
Yes.
Did you think about me liking it? About me wanting it?
He swallowed hard. Yes.
I’m wet right now just thinking about you being embarrassed and hard at the same time. Can I see you tomorrow? Not at the pool. Somewhere private. I want actually to talk to you—and… other things.
Other things?
Don’t make me spell it out, Daniel. I want your little cock in my mouth. I want to feel it get hard against my tongue. I want to make you cum, and then I want you to put it inside me. I’ve been thinking about it nonstop.
He read the message three times. His hand was shaking. He typed back: My dorm? Room 214. After 7?
I’ll be there.
—
He cleaned his room twice. Changed the sheets. Changed them again because the second set had a stain he hadn’t noticed. Lit a candle, then blew it out because it felt ridiculous, then relit it because the room smelled like bleach and anxiety.
At 7:03, a knock.
He opened the door, and Marta stood there in a loose green sweater and jeans, her ginger hair down around her shoulders. She looked different out of her work uniform—softer, younger. She was holding a plastic bag.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi.”
She stepped inside and looked around. “Nice. Very clean.”
“I panicked.”
She laughed. It was a good laugh. Genuine. She set the bag on his desk and turned to face him. Her green eyes dropped to his crotch for just a second, then back up. A small smile played at her lips.
“Can I kiss you?” she asked.
The question caught him off guard. After everything that had happened at the pool—the exposure, the touching, the cum on her uniform—this felt strangely intimate. More intimate, somehow.
“Yeah,” he said.
She stepped close and put her hands on his chest. He could smell her—vanilla and something floral. She tilted her face up and pressed her lips to his. Soft. Warm. She kissed him gently at first, then deeper, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He kissed her back, his hands finding her waist. She made a small sound against his lips and pressed her body against his.
When she pulled back, she was breathing harder. “I’ve been wanting to do that all week.”
“You could have just texted me.”
“I didn’t have your number. I only had the schedule with your name on it. I was going to wait at the pool until you showed up again, but I couldn’t wait that long. I almost came back the next night and just sat in the bleachers until you got there.”
He stared at her. “You were that interested?”
“Daniel.” She took his hand and placed it over her chest. Her heart was pounding. “I haven’t been able to think about anything else. Not school, not work, not anything. Just you. Just your face when I touched you. The way you looked at me like you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run or cum. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
He didn’t know what to say. No one had ever called anything about him beautiful.
She reached for the bag on his desk and pulled out a small bottle. Lube. And a box of condoms.
“I came prepared,” she said, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “I know I said a lot of… things… at the pool. I don’t want you to think that’s all this is. But I also really, really want those things.”
“I want them too,” he said quietly. “I just… I’ve never…”
“Never?”
He shook his head.
She smiled, and it was so warm it almost broke him. “That’s okay. We’ll go slow. And if anything feels wrong, you tell me.”
He nodded.
She sat on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to her. He sat down. Their shoulders touched.
“Tell me about the swimming,” she said.
“What?”
“The late-night swims. How long have you been doing that?”
“Since high school. I used to swim competitively, actually. But the locker room stuff got to be too much. The other guys…” He trailed off.
“Made fun of you?”
“Yeah. I was a late bloomer. And then I just… didn’t bloom. So I started swimming at night when no one was around. It was the only way I could enjoy it without dreading the shower afterward.”
Marta reached over and took his hand. “And then I ruined that for you too.”
“You didn’t ruin it.”
“I scared you. I saw you, and you looked terrified.”
“I was terrified. But not because you saw me. Because you saw me and I thought you’d think I was… less. That you’d be disgusted.”
She squeezed his hand. “I wasn’t disgusted, Daniel. I was surprised. And then I was fascinated. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
She turned to face him on the bed, tucking one leg under her. “Can I tell you something?”
“Yeah.”
“My last boyfriend was big. Like, porn-star big. And it hurt. Every time. He didn’t care. He thought it was supposed to hurt, that I just needed to ‘take it.’ I’d bleed sometimes. I started avoiding sex, and then he started getting angry about that, so I just… ended it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not telling you for sympathy. I’m telling you because when I saw you, when I saw how small you were, my first thought wasn’t ‘how sad.’ It was ‘that would fit.’ That it wouldn’t hurt. That I could actually enjoy sex for once without bracing myself.” She paused. “And then I touched you, and you got so hard so fast, and it was… God, Daniel. It was the sexiest thing. This tiny, perfect little cock just straining for me. I could feel your whole dick in my hand. I didn’t have to struggle or use two hands or worry about gagging. I just… held you. And you came so much. All over me. I loved it.”
His face was burning. His cock was hard under his jeans, pressing against the fabric in its small, insistent way. She glanced down and noticed.
“Can I see it again?” she asked softly.
He stood up. His hands went to his belt. He fumbled with it, then the button, then the zipper. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion and stood in front of her, half-naked, his little erection jutting out from his smooth-shaven body. An inch and a half, maybe. Stiff and pink and perfectly circumcised.
Marta’s eyes locked onto it. She licked her lips.
“Come here,” she whispered.
He stepped closer. She reached out and cupped him with one hand—his cock and his balls together, everything fitting in her palm. She squeezed gently, and he groaned.
“God, you fit perfectly,” she breathed.
She leaned forward and kissed the tip. Daniel’s hips jerked. She smiled up at him and then opened her mouth and took him inside.
All of him. In one motion. His entire cock disappeared between her lips, and he felt her tongue swirl around the shaft—what little shaft there was—and then drag across the head. She sucked gently, her mouth warm and wet, and he gasped because he’d never felt anything like this and the few times anyone had touched him had been fumbling, embarrassed handjobs in dark rooms. This was deliberate. This was worship.
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lip to the head of his cock. “Lie down,” she said.
He did. She knelt between his legs and lowered her mouth again, taking him fully. She bobbed her head, and the sensation was overwhelming—every nerve in his small cock was engaged, every millimeter stimulated. She worked him with her lips and tongue, one hand massaging his balls, the other resting on his thigh.
“Marta—” he gasped. “I’m going to—”
She pulled off just long enough to say, “Cum in my mouth.”
He did. His back arched, and he came hard, his little cock pulsing against her tongue. She swallowed and kept sucking, milking every drop from him, her eyes closed, her expression almost peaceful.
When he finished, she sat back on her heels and wiped her lip with the back of her hand. She was smiling.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“I lasted about thirty seconds.”
“I don’t care. I loved it. I want to do it again.”
“Give me a minute.”
She laughed and crawled up beside him on the bed, lying on her side, her head propped on her hand. She traced circles on his chest with her finger. “You know what I kept thinking about after the pool?”
“What?”
“Your face when you came. You looked so… vulnerable. Like you were giving me something. Not just cum—something real. I wanted to see it again. And now I have.”
He turned his head to look at her. “You’re not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?”
“Someone who would pretend it didn’t happen. Or someone who would tell everyone.”
“I would never tell anyone. This is ours.” She paused. “Unless you want me to tell people.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. Maybe that’s part of it for you. The humiliation thing. The exposure. Maybe you want people to know you’re small. Maybe that’s what gets you off.”
He stared at her. She was right, and the fact that she’d figured it out so quickly was terrifying.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe.”
She kissed his cheek. “We can figure it out together.”
He reached for her, pulling her closer. She pressed against him, and he could feel the warmth of her body through the sweater. His cock, impossibly, was already stirring again.
“Already?” she said, glancing down.
“It does that.”
“Good.” She sat up and pulled the sweater over her head. Underneath, she wore a simple white bra. Her breasts were small and firm, pale skin dotted with freckles. She unclasped the bra and let it fall. Her nipples were pink, already hard.
She stood and pushed her jeans down, then her panties. She was shaved, her pussy neat and pink, already glistening. She was slim, her hips narrow, her body soft in all the right places. Freckles scattered across her shoulders and down her chest.
She reached for the bag on the desk and pulled out the condom box. She tore one open and knelt beside him.
“Can I put it on you?”
He nodded. She rolled the latex down over his cock—it barely covered him, but it fit. She straddled him, positioning herself above his hips. She reached down and guided the tip of his cock to her entrance.
“Ready?” she asked.
“God, yes.”
She lowered herself. He felt the heat of her first, then the wet, then the tight squeeze as the head of his cock slipped inside. She gasped and paused.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Perfect,” she breathed. “You feel perfect.”
She sank lower, taking all of him. His entire cock was inside her, and she let out a long, shuddering moan. “Oh, God. That’s… that’s it. That’s all of you. I can feel you. All of you. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels… full.”
She started to move, rolling her hips slowly. Daniel watched her face—eyes half-closed, lips parted, a flush spreading across her chest. She was enjoying it and actually enjoying it. Not enduring, not performing. Enjoying.
She leaned forward and kissed him, her hips never stopping. “You feel so good,” she whispered against his mouth. “Your little cock feels so good inside me.”
He groaned and thrust up into her. She cried out and ground down against him, her clit pressing against his pubic bone. She moved faster, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
“I’m close,” she said. “I’m already close. Don’t stop. Just stay hard for me. Just stay right there.”
He did. He held her hips and let her ride him, her pussy slick and tight around his cock. She came with a high, keening sound, her whole body tensing, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He felt her clench around him—felt every spasm—and the sensation pushed him over the edge again. He came inside her, his hips bucking, his cock pulsing.
She collapsed on top of him, both of them breathing hard. She nuzzled into his neck.
“Daniel?”
“Yeah?”
“That was the first time I’ve ever cum from sex.”
He held her tighter.
—
They lay together for a long time after. She traced the lines of his body with her fingertips, mapping him. He watched her face as she explored him, cataloging every freckle, every expression.
“I want to keep seeing you,” she said eventually.
“I want that too.”
“Not just for the sex. Although, the sex is… I mean, God.”
“I know.”
“I mean it, though. I like you. I like that you swim at night because you’re self-conscious. I like that you cleaned your room twice before I came over. I like that you’re nervous and honest and that you don’t pretend to be something you’re not.”
“You make it sound like I have a choice.”
“You do. You could have told me to leave. You could have never texted me. You could have pretended the pool thing never happened. But you didn’t.”
He was quiet for a moment. “I almost didn’t. Text you, I mean. I stared at the number for a long time.”
“What made you do it?”
“I kept thinking about what you said about wanting to worship it. No one’s ever said anything like that to me. No one’s ever made me feel like it was okay. Like it was… good.”
She propped herself up and looked at him. “It is good. You are good. And I’m going to keep telling you until you believe it.”
He kissed her. Slow. Tender. She melted into him.
“Stay the night?” he asked.
She smiled. “Yes.”
—
They fell asleep tangled together, her leg thrown over his hip, her arm across his chest. At some point in the night, he woke to her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him slowly in the dark.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Don’t stop.”
She stroked him until he came on his stomach, and she licked it off his skin before kissing him and falling back asleep.
In the morning, he woke to the smell of the candle he’d forgotten to blow out and the sight of Marta standing at his window in his t-shirt, looking out at the campus.
“Morning,” he said.
She turned and smiled. The shirt hung to mid-thigh on her, and her hair was a mess, and she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Good morning,” she said. She walked back to the bed and climbed in beside him. “I was thinking.”
“About?”
“About what I said. About the humiliation thing. About maybe wanting people to know.”
His stomach tightened. “Yeah?”
“I think we should explore that. Together. But only when you’re ready. And only if you want to.”
He looked at her. “You’d be okay with that? With people knowing?”
“I’d be okay with anything that makes you feel good. And I think…” She paused, choosing her words. “I think there’s something powerful in it. In owning it. In letting people see you and not caring. In being small and being proud.”
“Proud of being small?”
“Proud of who you are. The smallness is part of it, but it’s not all of it. You’re kind, you’re honest, you’re gorgeous, and you have a cock that fits perfectly inside me. What’s not to be proud of?”
He pulled her close and held her. She rested her head against his chest.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s explore.”
She smiled against his skin.
Outside, the morning light came through the window, and somewhere across campus, the pool was empty and waiting. But Daniel didn’t need it anymore. Not tonight. Not for a long time.
He had Marta, and Marta had him, and for the first time in his life, his body felt like it was exactly what it was supposed to be.
The End.
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