The wrong door

It was the third weekend after the start of the new university year, freshers fairs were winding down and the reality of studying and living at university were beginning to dawn on all those new students who had been so joyfully keen the weekend they turned up.

But there was one last ‘welcome’ party Mike and his hallmates wanted to go to. That hosted by the girls of St Mary’s Hall. The girls there had a reputation for being..fun. Mike had no idea really, but he was **** at this stage. **** to get rid of that invisible label of ‘Virgin” that he felt heavy around his neck.

Kirsty had invited him, someone from his class that he had also met during a drunken party being hosted by someone else they both knew. Mike had made some clumsy effort to come onto her, but had felt sure that he was going to be friendzoned almost immediately. He hadn’t realised that in their drunken fumblings, Kirsty had felt his little dick and jokingly informed her hallmates and friends about it.

He was surprised then to find himself being invited back to Kirsty’s room after the party. She had told him to wait a few minutes to let her get herself ready, then to come on up. It had taken Mike everything to slow his need to run to her but he felt his ego swelling. This was it. This was the night. He was going to fuck Kirsty so good!

Mike knocked on Kirsty’s door a little later, hearing a soft ‘come in’, before opening the door to an inky void beyond. “Hello?” Mike whispered into the dark room, as the door closed back behind him. “Shit…Kirsty…you in here, jesus, where’s the light.”

Suddenly Mike felt hands on his body, a soft feminine scent close to his face, a giggle as those hands tugged at his pants. Mike felt his heart beating in his chest. This was it. Finally! He was going to lose his damn cherry…and to Kirsty! Wow…wow…

He gasped as his jeans were pushed down around his ankles and he felt a soft hand close around the mound of his cock and balls through his shorts. Another giggle…this time it was slightly…odd. Off?

The lights flared on in the room, and as Mike took in the room filled with the girls from St Mary’s Hall all staring at him, most with their phones out…Kirsty whipped his underwear down to expose him fully.

There was a collective gasp, then laughter…laughter from throughout the room.

Mike had never been harder, excited as he was for Kirsty, but that meant his full three inches stood out erect and obscenely small against his otherwise fine body. His balls, pathetic little marbles that nestled beneath his tiny dicklet.

It wasn’t just that he was small, his shaft was so disturbingly thin that some of the girls would later talk about how it made them feel slightly sick. Others that they felt like they might get in trouble if they had kept or shared pictures of it because his dick was like a childs, not a grown man.

But enough did keep it. And share it widely.

He quickly tried to pull his pants back up, but Kirsty had pinned them around his ankles by stepping on them and instead he fell over onto his back. His dick already shrinking in shame, it now looked like a nub, an overgrown clit between his legs. More laughter, more cameras snapping away and multiple girls dared to put their feet out and fiddle with it. A peel of fresh laughter and disgust burst from the girls as Mike lost control instantly, spurting his load messily over his abdomen and missing the girls rapidly retreating feet entirely.

Eventually he managed to pull his pants up, stagger out the door and run home. But his phone didn’t stop lighting up all night and only ceased when he threw it against the wall.

Mike’s time at university would be humiliating, shameful and virginal. Until he gave up pretending he had any right to be called a man at all. Things became easier, more fun after that, but that is another picture.