Walk home

Vincent walked home, absolutely humiliated, pulling his shirt down as much possible so it covered his private parts. He knew they people were staring, unshure if he had very short pants. Vincent blushed, but he had to keep on going. Now he saw a hooker at the sidewalk, smiling at him, and he became hard. This wouldn't be a big difference usually, but as he pressed his shirt down under tension, there was now a tiny bulge, looking like a nipple pressing through. Vincent did not realise that, and when he came home, he was glad he had made it, laid down on the couch and fapped on the experience with Ada.

The next day in school, he entered, and Jamala, a busty black girl with perfect big lips, expected him with "What's up, shrimpdick? You're famous now" and then even more girls showed up and made fun of "the tiniest penis in the whole state". That was the headline of the newspaper, where on the first page, there was an article about the guy with his micropenis, trying to hide his miniscule erection in public. On the big photo- it took half of the page- you could clearly see Vincent, in a fantastic sharp image quality, pressing his shirt down, and an obvious little boner, as small as a coin, pressing against the fabric, leaving a wet spot. Vincent knew his life had now turned an absolute horror.