Show up naked at the church

“There is one thing. Father Herald lives at the church that is pretty close to Lake Honoway. We can drop you off by the church, and you can tell him you were skinny dipping and someone stole your clothes.”

“I can’t do that. I’ve known him my whole life.”

“Well, it’s the only thing we will do for you and your pitiful penis.”

“I will do it. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah. Your penis is still ridiculously small.”

We all walked to the car with a bare naked Timothy. He sat in the passenger seat while his predicament very much amused us. He covered his peanut-sized snub.

I hit his hands away from his itsy bitsy babyish nublette toy.

“Don’t be covering that scared, infant-sized winky from me. We’ve already seen how tiny and diminutive your pinky is.”

We arrived half a mile from the church.

“Time to go, baby dick. Show Father Herald how tiny you are.”

He ran out the door in tears. I slapped his jiggling bare butt as he ran in the dark night, utterly naked with his tiny cock flipping around. About 25 minutes later, he entered the church completely naked without covering his baby bits, as he was ordered not to. He frantically searched everywhere for something to wear, but he couldn’t find anything. He saw where Father Herald was living. He knocked on his door.

Father Herald came out startled by what he saw. Timothy decided to cover his little manhood.

“Timothy, is that you? What are you doing naked at my doorstep in the middle of the night?”

“I was skinny dipping in Lake Honoway, but someone stole my clothes, so I ran here.”

“The lake where I conduct my baptisms?”

“Yes, I am sorry, Father.”

“You should be, as I use that place for religious purposes only. You used it to satisfy your perverted fantasies.”

“That’s not true. I thought I could be closer to God if I did that.”

“What was it you were looking for?”

“Answers, Father.”

“Answers about what, though?”

“Well, I’ve always felt insecure about myself, specifically my body. I was hoping to learn why God gave me this body.”

“What specifically are you referring to? I can’t help unless you really tell me what is going on.”

“Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh or judge me.”

“You know I would never do that.”

Timothy uncovered his really small penis, now shrunken even to further nothingness due to the cold outside, to a bewildered priest. He smirked and just stared at it for a very long time questioning why Timothy was conceived with such a hex and betrayal.

“I see what you mean. What are you concerned about?”

“I am concerned no one will fall for me because my penis is, you know.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” even though the Priest knew strictly why Timothy should be concerned.

“It’s obvious Father because my penis is very tiny.”

He chuckled, “Haha, yes, it is quite unbearably microscopic. How fascinating. You see, my boy, I baptize baby boys all the time, and they are very comparable to yours. They would probably be bigger than you.”

Timothy couldn’t believe the Priest who baptized him was openly mocking his baby cock. A man he had looked up to for years now saw him for what he was, a man without a dick.

“What should I do?”

“I would say ‘pray’ on it because there’s nothing else you can do. God has given us different bodies, and we must accept them, even if they are humiliating.”

He held Timothy’s hand, “God gave you this useless package for a reason. It’s your job to figure out what your purpose is.”

Father Herald grabbed Timothy’s little dicklette with two fingers and massaged the grape-like head.

Timothy exclaimed, “Father, what are you doing?!”

“Be quiet, Timothy. If you are going to find acceptance in having such a small, puny dinkle, you need to let anyone do what they want with it. If they want a good laugh or if they want to have sex with a ‘man,’ but it won’t be considered homosexuality because you are hung like a woman. You understand, boy?”

“Yes, I do Father.”

He walked Timothy to the door, and smacked his big buns.

“Aren’t you going to give me some clothes to wear?”

“Nope, that is your punishment for skinny dipping. Also, you were always such a jerk to so many people. You somewhat deserve this. Maybe it will humble you and that very small abomination.”

The Priest looked right at Timothy’s exposed, hairless clit-dick with morbid curiosity, “I remember when you were a little boy running around the church with your little pee-pee bouncing around. You just loved being naked as a boy. Not much has changed since then. You are still mommy’s little boy. When you go, cover up your tiny schmekel. No one wants to see a grown man with a small, insignificant boyhood.”

He laughed loudly and closed the door on Timothy. Timothy ran all the way to his parent’s home in tears. He crashed through the front door, exposing himself to them. They just laughed at his little, small penis as it flopped around uncontrollably while he whimpered and cried. What a horrible night for Timothy and his little tweety.

I actually submitted the painting to an international art competition. It won first place, so everyone got a good look at Timothy's very small manhood. It landed me in several magazines where I discussed in detail the inspiration and why I decided to paint Timothy. I called the painting "The Tiny Truth Behind the Manly Man." Everyone in the small town laughed at his small penis everywhere he went. That put a smile on my face. In honor of me, the church allowed me to paint a mural of Timothy downright naked with his little tee-tee exposed.

Thousands of people traveled from across the country to see the mural. Most people took selfies with it, giving Timothy the small penis symbol or waving their pinkies. Last I heard of Timothy, he moved to a new state where I am sure he is still a little virgin with his half-inch baby cock that will never measure up to even a baby boy's standard. Poor guy, but I got into my dream art school and couldn't be happier.