Tiny Secret
By NetherRegions25.
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The easy part was realizing that my persuasive skills, assertive personality, and driven nature could be put to good use. Yes, I am a little cocky, as my stats scream star power: handsome face with a chiseled jaw, six-foot-three 200# sculpted build, and an ass that filled out tailored slacks enough to remind others of high school quarterback athletic days.
Naked, my skin is beautiful – owed to a healthy, organic diet – with perfect chest proportions lightly sprinkled with dark chest hair. I proudly display a right-arm ink sleeve to show I keep up with the young studs. My legs are strong, with thighs and calves, and the right amount of dark hair to show virility. Secretly, I let no hair grow between my ass and crotch for reasons I will get to later.
I was attracted to women, and, truth be told, still am. I only had casual dates in high school—more in college, where twice I decided to act with full-on intercourse. During a hot make-out session in my junior year of college, my date pushed for more, and I was all in, though still hesitant. She slipped her hand under my jeans, down my crotch skin, straight to my junk. She stopped cold, holding my ball mound. In shock, she told me she couldn’t do this and quickly left my room and ran.
Something similar happened in my senior year. This time, we were drunk and got naked under the sheets in my dorm room bed. Once our clothes slipped off, I rolled on top of her as I started kissing her. I got hard and started to grind, still kissing. Suddenly, she pushed me back and looked at my dick in the dim light.
“Jesus,” she blurted out and backed out of the bed. She quickly grabbed her clothes and said, “Sorry, I have to go.”
I knew. I’ve seen enough porn to know I am far below average. Not porn star inadequate, but fucking grown-man inadequate. My dick was not visible most of the time. It was too tiny and hid in the foreskin surrounding his head. The 3/4″ foreskin protected a small, volcano-style protective wall around a retracted dick. It took a lot of coaxing to raise his tiny member out of its shell. Even then, fully hard, it rose 1.5″ above the foreskin curved upward. 1.5 measly inches, and narrow to boot.
I had a doctor check me out secretly in those college years, but the only option was surgery. It was a risk that could be botched, and I may never have the pleasure of an erection again if it failed. Best to leave it alone, I decided.
So, no sex anymore. No risk of rejection. Later, I played on some online sites and decided to be anonymous and see if women were receptive to a man with a micro penis. It was the kiss of death. Every single one ghosted me, and that was that.
All my life, I was careful to hide the dick – at the gym, in the dorms, wherever men were naked. I would not let my secret be revealed only to suffer inevitable humiliation.
After college, I created a business, maintained a circle of friends, and worked like crazy. Once in a while, a date with a pretty woman would come along, but usually find an excuse not to have a second meetup.
Despite being attracted to women, I started focusing on men as I viewed porn. It was an outlet to beat off. As masculine and feared at work as I am, secretly I coveted the men with nice, big, hard dicks and low-hanging balls. They were superior even when less attractive or shorter. They all had a cock to be proud of. Every other man was naturally ideal in any naked side-by-side comparison.
By 30, I was frustrated, with no outlet. What good is just a career and a smoking-hot body with no one to show it off to? My fantasies held the clue about what turned me on the most: to be caught stark naked by a man somewhere and having him embarrass me over my tiny secret. I thought of men at work, or sometimes a representative from an account, accidentally discovering that I was less of a ‘real man’ in the most crucial way.
Our office had a workout gym that any employee could access 24/7. I looked through the logs and noted that no one seemed to arrive before 6 AM. There was weekend traffic, and sometimes a straggler would stay to work out after five.
My routine is to get to the gym by 4:15 AM, then do my sauna and shower starting around 5. The reality was that if anyone saw me, it could get around the office quickly, so I honestly could not bear it. Still, it got my heart racing like nothing else.
One morning, post-shower, as usual, I hung my towel on the wall hook across from the sink. It was about 12 feet away. I would shave, moisturize, groom, and so on. I am horned up each morning, and the thrill of someone catching me excited me. My little guy curved up like a hook, and it would take away any benefit of the doubt that I might be a grower. Of course, the reality is I would be emasculated if the tale got around the office, so my fantasy should truly remain just that.
I was done shaving and finished rinsing my face, using a small washcloth to wipe and dry. I tossed it across the room to the towel drop bin. I looked in the mirror at my chiseled body. Perfect, smooth – boyish with no pubes – but still excited me. I hold my own against most any fit man. I looked down and lightly stroked with my thumb and index finger, lost in the moment and oblivious to any potential danger.
Suddenly, I heard a sound behind me and looked in the mirror at myself. John, the beefy, forty-ish building custodian, was standing in a towel. He was positioned between me and my towel, directly behind me.
“Morning, Sir,” he softly spoke. He walked right up to the sink, leaned against it, and looked down at me. “You rise early.”
“John, you surprised me.”
“I can see that,” he replied with a straight look on his face as he studied my hard, tiny dick standing straight up.
Immediately, I turned in the other direction and grabbed my towel to cover up.
“A water main broke outside my apartment building overnight, so the water is off until later in the day. I need to shower here. By the way, you’re in great shape, sir. Top marks for keeping in shape, especially with your crazy schedule. I thank this job for keeping me in a decent weight range”.
I looked at John for the first time. He is not bad-looking, with greenish-blue eyes, often seen with a knowing smirk. He looks about 6’2″ tall, with brown hair, chest wild with fur, with just a few pounds of belly fat and a decent bulge under the towel.
“Thanks for the compliment, I never see anyone here at this hour.”
John chuckled. “I guess not.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to be an exhibitionist…”
“Stop, Sir,” John interjected, “this is between us men, and it won’t go further. Healthy men have wood first thing in the morning.”
“I appreciate that, John. If there is ever anything I can do for you, just let me know.”
After a thoughtful pause, John replied, “Thank you, I will remember that. Let me grab my shower and get going,” Then he pulled off his towel full frontal and stared me in the face, standing still for a few seconds.
I gasped when I took him in – a reflex. Soft, he looked about 5 inches, cut, thick with full balls. A natural full bush engulfed everything near his crotch. Everything he was, I was the opposite. I watched him slowly turn to the shower area, and of course, I was fixated on his beautiful back and hairy ass. He didn’t look back, and I composed myself enough to go to my locker, dress, and get the hell out of there.
Later, in my office, I reflected on what happened. I was naked, and my biggest tiny secret was shared with someone in my office. He seemed sincere with a man’s honor code. Yet it dawned on me that he has the upper hand, especially after exposing himself to me. His natural male dominance is the one thing that I can’t compensate for.
That afternoon, I couldn’t get John out of my head. It was Friday, and my administrative assistant had taken the afternoon off. Enough, I needed release. I jumped up and locked my office door. I stripped naked – and grabbed my secret lube tube out of my laptop roller bag. I lay on my sofa and started to beat my meat as fast as possible. Closing my eyes, I thought of John catching me beating off on all fours in the shower area and forcing me to suck him off while verbally abusing me. Before I could have just a few minutes to myself, I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it, believing they would go away. I lay still and quiet to be sure. Then I heard a key turn, and the knob turned quickly as John breezed in. He saw me naked and hard for the second time in one day! I froze again, trying to figure out what to say and whether to cover up.
John swiftly shut the door behind him. He had an air filter in his hand, which I surmised was the time of the month to change out.
“This is getting to be a habit,” John said, smirking. “Friday fever already hitting?”
“Get out, John!’
“Why? What were you thinking about? Be honest.”
“This is no discussion for your boss and the owner of this company to be having with you.” I got up and just stood there proud. Nervous and exposed, but my dick was so hard right now it was almost painful not to touch it.
“Maybe. But you are standing there naked and hard for the second time today in front of your custodian. Your employees would be very interested in that kind of story, wouldn’t you say?”
I got up and went to get my clothes, which were piled by my desk. John dropped the air filter and moved to scoop up my clothes before I could get there. He held them high, teasing and humiliating me. “Give them to me. Are you nuts? Someone will come in here!” I pleaded.
“Finish yourself off. Just do it, you know you want to do it. Our secret.”
“You like watching a man beat off?”
“Maybe. Especially when I have the upper hand over my boss, Jack off now, or I walk out with your clothes.”
“John…”
John turned around with my clothes and put his hand on the doorknob.”
“No! Lock it.”
“Beat that tiny dick now, bitch,” John ordered.
John locked the door, thankfully. I turned, squeezed more lube, and played with myself—two furious fingers.
“Look me in the eye,” he ordered.
Fuck, I’m a goner. It took 10 seconds, and I splattered several strokes on the carpet as I looked at him. John just smirked and turned to go while I dropped to my knees to catch my breath, still naked.
“Enjoy your weekend, Lexi,” he said.
With that, he turned to exit, not caring if anyone was outside the door. At least he closed it.
I raced to lock the door.
What the fuck just happened, and now what is next?
I’d find out soon enough.
The End.
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