The Family Vacation
By Teeny Weenie Paul.
As we lazed around at the beach, I was checking out other guys in their swim trunks, thinking how I had only a few years prior stopped kidding myself I had an average-sized cock. I’m not huge, but nothing to be ashamed about, I thought to myself. During this time, I remembered different things that people, including my wife, had said about it. There had been many references or jokes made about my penis, but I was so sure I was not small that I either laughed it off or dismissed it. Sometimes I think it just went over my head, to be honest.
My wife had said many times with a giggle that I was ‘a bit shorter than average’. Honestly, I just thought she was talking about my height, which is 5’8″. She had also said, with a laugh, that my name, Paul, meant “small” or “humble.” Again I thought of it as about my height, but I realize now it clearly wasn’t.
But by now I was starting to embrace the thought of her making fun of my penis size as we rarely (maybe once or twice a year) have sex anyway. The last time we had any regular sex was when we were trying to conceive our son. Even then she’d just lay there and wait until I blew a load inside her. Then she’d say in a bored tone, “Are you done?”
I’d say yes, and she’d push me off her and get out of bed. I always felt bad that she didn’t seem to enjoy having sex with me. So why not make it more enjoyable for her by letting her humiliate me about my penis size? Maybe it will turn her on more? But I can’t come right out and say it, or she will think I’m some kind of freak. If she believes she came up with the idea, she will embrace it wholeheartedly. That’s just her personality.
Well, after sunbathing on the beach for a while, mulling over my small dick issues, I started getting hot, so I went for a swim. I had a good swim in the waves for maybe an hour. The water was so cool and refreshing; body surfing the waves was great fun. I decided to head back to shore, and as I waded in, I started to worry that my new bathing suit might cling to my little cock and be a bit too revealing. Then I realized I was wearing trunks, so it should not be a problem. Well, as soon as I was to the point that the water was below my balls, it felt like they were clinging to me, but as I looked down, it didn’t seem bad, so I just kept going.
It was impossible to tell with everyone yelling, laughing, and pointing at everything and everyone on the beach as they enjoyed their day out if anyone had noticed or even cared about my crotch. I was pretty sure no one had or did, but I still had butterflies in my stomach each time I would exit the water. Like most small dick men, I always felt nervous in public like this. I felt inadequate compared to the other men walking around.
However, after a couple of days I started to relax about my bathers and just had a great time with my kid. It was his first time at the beach, and I became cognisant that nobody was looking or cared about my penis or my hang-ups about it. The fear was all in my head.
On our third day there, I was hoping to have sex with my wife, as it had been just under a year and a half since we last had done it. So I asked her if she felt like going to bed. She said that sounded good but maybe later that night when she would feel more romantic. I was fine with that and then desperately tried to get my little hard-on to go away before leaving the room for the beach.
When we got to the beach, it was very crowded, so we decided to go to the pool for a bit instead. We had a ball, and I spent most of the day with my son in the pool, splashing and yelling and such. My wife was starting to get hungry and called for me to go. I then made my way over to the steps and got out of the pool. As I approached where my wife was lying down, I noticed three very attractive young women sitting behind her, laughing and giggling, pointing at my son in my arm who was twisting around and really hamming it up.
As we got ready to leave, the women were still giggling and quietly talking among themselves. My wife was holding my son and held up his arm to help him wave goodbye, and they waved back in good spirits. As we were leaving, I glanced back at the three hot women, and one of them held up her hand and started waving her pinky finger at me.
I almost died!
I quickly turned and followed my wife to the exit, but I could hear them laughing at me, and I must have turned beetroot red with embarrassment. Thankfully, my wife didn’t see what happened and didn’t take any notice of the laughter and jeers being directed towards me.
As we went to the room, all I could think about was that sexy woman waving her pinky finger at me. It really happened! I now wondered how many people had noticed the same thing but just were too polite to comment or stare.
I was in a daze. Totally blown away.
When we got back to the room, I went into the bathroom and, to my horror, I could see in the mirror that my wet bathing suit clung to me in such a way that it left very little to the imagination. I got undressed and then walked into the bedroom nude to dress for dinner. My wife suddenly started to scream. I anxiously looked over towards her, expecting something bad. She was holding my son in his wet bathers, and lots of pee was running down his leg and onto her. A big wet patch appeared on her dress as he continued to piss away merrily.
Weirdly, she just froze. So I ran over and grabbed him just as the pee stopped and laid him on a towel on the bed and pulled off his bathing trunks. I then asked my wife to get me some wipes and a diaper to put him in. Well, when she came over with a diaper, she started laughing uncontrollably, and I said, “It’s not that funny; it’s only pee.” It was then that she stated in between fits of laughter, “Oh my god, you’re the same size as Brad!”
I could only stand there fully exposed near my 18-month-old son (also nude on the bed, wriggling his legs in the air), making a comparison painfully easy. I said with a hint of anger, “I just got out of the cold water. You’ve heard of shrinkage, haven’t you?”
She laughed, “Yes, of course I have, but he was in the water too!”
I was speechless and just quietly got dressed as she just giggled at whatever was going on in her head. It was what I wanted, but when it happened, the feeling of humiliation was so strong, and I could feel it welling up inside of me. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stayed kind of quiet.
Nothing else was said of it, but of course we did not have sex that night or any other time on our trip (not until two months later!), and I really can’t blame her.
That was a crazy day, with both strangers and my wife in separate occurrences making public and private fun of my tiny penis. For the rest of our vacation, I hoped to see the hot women who laughed at me at the pool again. But I never did see them. The experience turned me on so much that my jerk-off orgasms were intense. So I decided to keep wearing those bathers just in case I got more public humiliation from strangers.
Each time I got out of the pool or the ocean, it was an intense experience, as I was never sure if anyone noticed my teenie weenie. The idea, though, that some stranger might find my tiny cock a joke and laugh at it just made me so excited.
The End.
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