The Change Room Incident! (Gay Themes)

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by anon

This is the story of something that happened to me while I was still in our local swimming team. I was 16 at that time. I was running late for practice so when I arrived in the changing rooms there was no one inside. Everyone had already left for the swimming pool.

Being the only one there, I quickly undressed to full nudity. Normally I always left my t-shirt on while changing into my speedos becuase it would hang down over my groin. This was because I was embarrassed by my small penis and didn’t want others seeing it. A cool trick which allowed me to be able to change like everyone else did and appear normal.

But I knew I wasn’t normal because I had been looking it up online and found out the average sized dick for a guy my age was 5.2 inches hard. That meant an inch or two should show when soft. I had measured mine often hoping it would grow but alas I was still stuck at 3.8 inches hard. I had barely a knob pointing out when it was soft.

It was so fucking embarrassing because in the change rooms I had noticed my friends who freely paraded around naked and they all seemed to be so well endowed. Why was I born such a loser? My brothers and Dad didn’t have dicks as small as mine either. It so sucks to be me!

But at least today I could parade around nude as no-one else was here.

Suddenly a group of swimmers entered the changing room, must have been the group that practised before the older swimmers. They looked like a group from the junior high maybe around thirteen years old, all giggling and chatting noisily as they collected their bags which had their dry clothes in and walked to the benched to dry off and change.

I quickly opened my swimming bag to look for my speedos becuase not only was I really late now but the last thing I wanted was to be laughed at by thirteen year olds who probably all had bigger dicks than me.

Luckily the little kids weren’t paying much attention to me. Only a few seconds later my heart skipped a beat as 3 male teacher’s entered the changing room to help their charges to change. They were chatting to each other but the conversation stopped when they saw me.

I didn’t dare to look, still frantically going through my stuff. My speedos were missing, I couldn’t find them! I was blushing so hard.

Running a bit late for practise aren’t we?” one of the teachers asked me across the throng of young noisy teens changing.

I thought I could hear surprise in his voice.

“Sorry Sir, I am on my way now,” I mumbled rustling around my bag in a panic.

It wasn’t okay, but I almost couldn’t say anything, I was so shocked. I tried to turn my back to where they were standing, so they at least wouldn’t see my tiny thing. –

“Are you sure?” Another teacher asked this time with a bit laughter in his voice.

“Yes Sir,” I managed to say.

Where the hell were my swimming trunks?

The male teachers seemed to have their attention drawn to a couple of the junior high boys that suddenly broke out into a bout of nude wrestling. It sounded like one boy had snatched the others underwear and wouldn’t give it back. I watched for a moment but knew this was my chance to get out of here.

Suddenly I could see someone approaching from the corner of my eye. “Looking for something?” the strong looking teacher asked me.

I panicked. Looked up and saw a blond man looking at me. He was standing besides me now. From that point I’m sure he had a good view of my little penis. I couldn’t answer I was so mortified.

“Can’t find your speedos?” he asked it in such a friendly way.

This is where the story really gets messed up. I don’t know why but a combination of his voice, the shame and embarrassment of being nude in front of all these people, and the fact that I still hadn’t found my swimming trunks brought tears to my eyes.

He must have noticed because then he said, “Oow, it’s nothing to cry about! What’s your name?” he asked.

“Michael Jenson, Sir?” I replied.

“Who’s your home room teacher?” he asked again looking down on me, my small cock right in his line of sight.

“Mr Garrity, Sir!” I replied obediently.

“Garrity eh? OK then let me have a look!” he said taking my bag off the bench and opening it up.

The other two male teachers had broken up the fight and had now come to the side of the male teacher who now had my bag in his hands. “What’s going on?” one asked.

“Junior here is in a fluster and can’t find his bathers,” the blond teacher said looking at his colleagues. The two other teachers stood there looking directly at my cock. I suddenly couldn’t fight my tears anymore. I was now openly crying standing there with my little willy in full view.

“It’s okay, little boy!” one of the men said winking to the other teacher.

“Yeah, It’s not a big deal!” the other one then said.

“Found it! Here you go!” the blond teacher said pulling my speedos triumphantly out of my bag and holding them in the air on his finger.

One of the male teachers suddenly laughed, “Anyone would have thought you found some gold in there, Joe!”

My bathers were still up the air seemingly so far out of my reach as the blond man turned and said to the teacher who just spoke, “Give the kid a break Mike. Can’t you see he is so embarrassed that his willy has shrivelled up to the size of an acorn?”

The other teacher smiled saying, “I don’t think acorns would be too pleased to be compared with that thing.” He then looked at me and asked, “How old are you kid?”

“Sixteen,” I replied feeling even more humiliated.

The three teachers laughed out loud all of a sudden and the blond teacher threw my bathers at me which I caught. “There ya go, you poor kid. I don’t envy you going through life with such a tiny package as that. Come on let’s leave the kid alone he has enough on his plate without us adding to it!”

“Who is his home room teacher?” one asked watching as I pulled my bathers up finally covering my small cock.

“Fred Garrity he says,” the blond one replied.

“Oh Fred will love this. Can’t wait to tell him!” the teacher replied.

“Mike how about you show a little kindness to our shrimp dick friend here,” the blond man said.

The teacher being referred to as Mike looked at me for a moment. Then he said curtly, “Why haven’t you left for the swimming pool young man? Get you and your tiny manhood poolside now!

I didn’t need to be told twice and I quickly turned and practically sprinted out of the change rooms. All I could hear was laughter as I left feeling totally humiliated by the whole event.

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