Derek Apologizes

He had no idea where he was running to, but Peter had to get out of there. Haley had seen it! She had seen his small cock. Any hope that he had of ever being with Haley was gone; no, not gone, it was decimated! It wasn’t pulverized! Not only was his shot with Haley blown but it was gone with any other girl in the entire school, maybe the whole town! Everyone was going to know here soon! The gossip spreads fast around here.

He could feel his face turning red from embarrassment or anger, or some strange new feelingz, and he could feel something else happening to his face. His eyes were burning! Fuck! It was tears! Fuck! He hadn’t managed to leave the room yet; he could still hear the sneers and laughter. They had all seen his tiny dick, there was no way they were going to see him cry too!

In a panic filled daze, he scanned the area and saw but one reprieve, a heavenly god send: the men’s locker room. With every bit of will power he had left, he held back those tears and barreled through the door!

The place smelled of cheap cologne and body odor; the stench was always a bit overwhelming for him. He never tried to stay in there longer than he had to, but today he wasn’t going anywhere until he knew everyone had left. It was going to be a long haul, but at least he knew no girls were going to come in after him in the locker room.

His feet pounded against the concrete as he flew past the rows of lockers next to the door. There was a small bathroom in the back adjacent to the showers; it had just a a few simple stalls and a couple urinals, all of them in **** need of a cleaning. He quickly chose one and slammed the stall door shut.

He used far too much **** on it, and the resonating banging echoed through the dead space. He jumped back a little, startled by his own strength. But it felt good! Damn! Did it feel good!

The initial wave of shock and humiliation had faded and a new thought had sprung up. It was all Derek’s fault! If He would have just left well enough alone, none of that would have ever happened. He wouldn’t be in that smelly locker room stall! He wouldn’t have to live down the embarrassment of everyone knowing just how under endowed he was, and he knew that was going to be his defining trait for the rest of his high school career! If it wasn’t for Derek, he wouldn’t have to go to college never feeling the splendor of a vagina; because no doubt that once they knew how small his dick was, there wouldn’t be a single girl that would give him the time of day!

That bastard! That god damn bastard! And with that singular thought driving him, he balled up his fist and slammed it into the stall door! It hurt like hell; he could already feel his knuckles swelling up. But there was that loud banging sound again: that sound meant something else was being hurt, something else was being punished! And he desperately needed that right now, to be the bringer of some kind of pain, not the bearer! So he did it again! Fuck! That pain in his knuckles had intensified!

The tears were right there; the relentless stinging in his eyes had given way to streams running down his cheeks. But he barely noticed them; at that moment, all he could think to do was make that sound over and over. After a few more punches, Peter had tired himself out; plus, considering the pain in his hand, the odds were good he had broken something.

Now what the hell was he going to do? He paced for a minute, cradling his ever swelling hand, and let out a sigh. He was starting to think clearer now, and running in the locker room was a poor decision. The swim meet hadn’t even begun yet; he could be stuck in that stall for hours. And what was going to happen when the swim team came back into the locker room? It was such a poor decision.

Exasperated, he sat down on the toilet, another decision he almost instantly regretted, but that was when the worst happened: the locker room door creaked open. God damn it!

“Just go away! Please God! Just let him grab what he needs and go away!” Peter thought this, but had very little hope that God cared enough to give him any kind of luck; if he did care, God wouldn’t have given him a four and half inch (on a good day) dick.

“Peter! Bro! Can we talk? I know you’re in here!” It was Derek. Of all the people that could have waltzed in here; it had to be him! This was proof that God did not care about Peter.

“Go. The. FUCK. Away. This is your fault in the first place!”

Peter heard heavy footsteps making their way through the room; the sound stopped right in front of the door, “Look, I don’t know exactly what to say to make you feel better, but I-I am sorry.”

Peter could feel that rage welling up again, “You’re sorry? Oh! YOU’RE sorry?! Of what exactly? Are you sorry that I have this tiny ... CURSE in my pants! Are you sorry that you just ruined my shot of ever getting laid? Or are you sorry that I have to now face the entire school every day with the knowledge that they know my darkest ducking secret? Well! I don’t need your sympathy or your hallow ass apology!”

There was silence. Peter almost thought Derek had snuck out during his tirade, “No! No bro! I’m being serious here. I am sorry for trying to punch you and for pulling your pants down. It was an honest to God accident. No one deserves to be exposed like that. I’d take it all back if I could!”

Was Derek, the asshole jock who was dating (and most likely fucking) the girl of my dreams, actually being sincere, “Haley made you come in here and say that, didn’t she?”

“No bro! I swear on my mother’s life! I am truly sorry. I-I know . . .” There was another silence, this one far more awkward; a good thirty seconds went by without a word spoken. What the hell was happening out there?

“Go on!”

“This-this isn’t easy for me to say! I have to maintain an image. It’s not something I have told anyone else before, but I-I know how you must be feeling. I’m scared of that very thing happening to me; I would never want my dick exposed like that.”

“What are you talking about? You wear that tiny speedo almost everyday! You’re dick is essentially exposed to the world on the daily, and that bulge of yours is above average! Large and in fuckinh charge! There’s no way you could possibly know anything about...”

“I have a tiny dick too!” He blurted it out so loud, the words echoed off the walls and was repeated back to them two more times “I have a tiny dick too! I have a tiny dick too!”

“But your bulge is so bi...”

“It’s a sock!” There was a loud grunting noise that followed that statement; one of embarrassment and shame.

“You what?” Why had Peter never thought of that? So many baggy pants and swimsuits could have been padded all these years. It was such a simple solution that he was kicking himself for nothing coming up with.

“I stuff a sock in my suit before anyone else gets here and in my underwear when no is looking, ok?” He was sounding more and more agitated, “I am six foot three inches tall. I have a six pack. I can cup a basket ball with one hand! I wear size 14 shoes for fucks sake! By all standards, I should have a big dick! Hell! I SHOULD have at least an average one, but for some messed up reason, I have a 3 inch long, useless baby dick!”

“Three inches? He was smaller than me!” Peter thought that; he wouldn’t dare something like that outloud. But that actually did make him feel better; this Adonis had a smaller dick than him. But Derek could be lying. He probably was; he was undoubtedly trying to take away Peter’s shame, “You’re making shit up to make me feel better.”

“What?!” Derek’s voice got high in pitch, and he began pacing and started mumbling his words, “why would I ever...I poured my soul out to you and you just...I can’t-I just can’t believe...ugh! Just get the hell out here you little twerp!”

Peter didn’t know what to think anymore. This could all be a trick. He could just be planning to pants him again or try to finish that punch.

But what if he was telling the truth? Peter decided it was best to trust him; he figured no one would lie about something like that.

Peter unhinged the door and stepped out of the stall and was completely taken aback by what he saw standing directly in front of him.

Derek had taken off his suit! He was just standing there, dripping wet, a Speedo in one hand, a wet tube sock in the other and a raging hard on pointed right at Peter. He couldn’t help but stare at Derek’s cock, and the man wasn’t lying. It was small, smaller than his.

Derek began turning red; he reached down and quickly pulled his suit up and began to carefully stuff the sock back into place, “Are you satisfied now? We’re in the same damn boat.”

Peter was dumb founded. What could he say in this situation to make things better and less awkward for either of them, “Yeah I suppose we are,” A realization suddenly struck, “So....Haley is ok with a small dick? She-she doesn’t mind it?” There was hope again; maybe, just maybe he still had a shot with her? Could everything actually work out the way he wanted it to?

There was silence again; Derek was obviously struggling with something. He let out a sigh and sat down on the nearby bench, “She doesn’t know. We’ve never had sex. She’s never even seen it, let alone touch it. She keeps wanting to; it’s obvious she wants to fuck. Every time we’re together she tries to slip her hand down my pants and start something, but I end it before it goes that far. It’s embarassing bro; you clearly know that. I just tell her I’m not ready for something like that, but truth be told, I want her. I want her so damn bad. She’s all I ever think about, but the furthest we’ve ever gone is dry humping. Humping a sweaty sock you stuffed in your pants, when all you want is to be inside the sexiest girl you know, is Hell on earth.” Derek lifted his hands to his face and let out a small grunt, “But something has to change; we can’t keep doing that. She’s going to get fed up with me really soon if we don’t do something. Fuck, I really do love her man, totally and completely. She says she loves me too, but is it enough to overlook this little ... problem?”

Derek was really struggling with this issue. It was clear to Peter that he was in a lot of distress and pain. Yet it posed a very interesting dilemma for him. On one hand, he could befriend this guy; he could use his frienship with Haley to help her come to terms with the reality of the situation, maybe even accept it. But on the other, Derek had decieved her on countless occasions; he could use that very same friendship he had with Haley to destroy their romance. Derek may have even deserved it; he had always been an absolute asshole to Peter since they first met. This could be his one and only chance to take him down and win Haley’s heart.