The three “volunteers” drop their towels

The three of them froze. Even though, just as it concealed his face from the crowd, the partially-lowered screen also blocked Nate’s own view of the classroom, he could sense Professor Walford’s stern gaze upon him from across the stage. She would not tolerate their hesitation for long. But he could not bring himself to drop his towel. His classmates actually assumed he had a bigger dick than that jock Randy... and he couldn’t stand the thought of exposing the truth — the small, pathetic truth.

The professor’s voice rang out, “Well, it looks like our subjects have been overtaken by a bout of modesty. They should remember that they solemnly agreed to allow us to conduct a complete anatomical investigation.”

Nate heard disappointed whispers erupting from the seating area. “They’re gonna chicken out.” “Should’ve known these dudes weren’t gonna show us their junk.”

Professor Walford silenced the audience. “Please class, clam down. I’m sure that your immature chatter has done nothing but discourage our timid volunteers.”

“Yeah, not like they have anything else to be timid about,” some wiseass from the class barked, prompting a wave of snickers.

“Now, now. Enough of this foolishness. Class, you will maintain an atmosphere of decorum and maturity. This is an academic inquiry, after all. And volunteers….” She paused ominously.

“To our jock, you know why you are here, and you know the consequences of refusal.”

_Oh? _Nate thought. Of course Walford had something on Randy too. Probably had some dirt on Denny as well. Maybe the three of them could work together, turn the tables on that manipulative ....

Nate’s hopeful thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, collective gasp and a blur of movement to his right.

Randy had dropped his towel.

Nate turned his head ever so slightly. He didn’t want to seem curious, but he couldn’t help it. There it was. Randy’s dick. The pale dangle was out there for the world to see. It was... average, Nate thought. Not the impressive meat that Nate might have expected from the jock (but still bigger than his own, Nate thought, bitterly).

The classroom erupted in murmuring. There were even a few nervous giggles. This was far different than a textbook anatomy drawing. It was a real penis... and it belonged to one of their very own classmates, even if they didn’t know who.

‘“So.” The professor’s tone was studious now. She seemed unruffled by the nakedness of the athlete on the stage. “We have ourselves a good look at our jock’s... perfectly reasonable... proportions. What about....”

Before she could finish, Nate noticed movement to his left. Denny had joined Randy in shedding his towel.

There were no snickers this time. Nate could only describe what he now heard as an awed hush. And Nate could see why. His jaw dropped. The runt had a big... no, huge... penis.

Denny’s python drooped down a good five or more inches flaccid. How was this possible, Nate thought. That little twerp is hung??

The class erupted into whistles and even some applause. Even in the shadow of the screen that still concealed their faces, Nate could see Randy’s face redden in humiliation.

“Well....” Even the unflappable professor seemed startled. “That’s really very unexpected. But, like good scientists, let’s examine all our data points before making any judgments about the validity of our expectations concerning the male endowment.”

Nate knew everyone in the room was staring at the layer of terrycloth that was all that concealed his smallness from the many curious eyes out there. But, they would not see his face he reminded himself. To them, he’d be just an anonymous skinny nerd with a shockingly tiny dick, nothing more. And he would not have to see their cruel, amused faces either. If he could just tune out the chatter, he could get through this. Professor Walford would not report his alleged plagiarism to the dean, and life would go on.

Nate untucked the twisted corner of towel that held it in place, and released it. The towel fell to the floor in a heap.

An initial quiet gave way to raucous laughter. “Shit, who ever thought this guy would have a big dick? That’s the smallest I’ve ever seen.” “I can barely see it, it’s so little.” “Even his balls are tiny.”

Nate winced at their cracks, but kept telling himself it would be over soon. Still, he was alarmed by what one familiar voice — it sounded like one of the cheerleading squad he had a crush on — had to say: “I want to see tiny’s face.”

Randy smirked at him, clearly glad to have the attention taken off his unremarkable appendage. Denny, usually so sweet and guileless, grinned smugly as he peered down at Nate’s penis.

Nate was angry and humiliated… but far from surprised to see Denny so pleased with himself. After all, Nate has stared at his little trooper in the bathroom mirror more times than he could possibly count, and he knew how small he was, and that he was dwarfed by Denny’s oversized manhood. It must have been a massive ego boost for Denny to know he was so much better endowed than his brainy, condescending classmate.

Meanwhile, the whole damn class continued to gawk at Nate’s little pink nub of a penis and his marble-sized balls. Nate paled as he overheard more eager speculation about who the three anonymous dicks belonged to.

“There will be no faces revealed today, let me assure you,” Professor Walford pronounced, interrupting the din. “These brave volunteers — at least one of whom has shown himself to be very brave indeed to reveal such modest endowment — are entitled to their anonymity.”

Nate clenched his fists at her casual meanness.

She went on. “Now class, in the interest of accuracy, I think we need some additional information.”

“Measure it, measure it,” one boorish voice chanted. A few others joined in.

“That’s exactly what I had in mind, class.”

The professor offered each volunteer a ruler. Nate reluctantly took it. He could see Randy staring uncomfortably at the ruler in his hand.

“First our jock.” Nate watched Walford’s sexy legs beneath the privacy screen, so smooth and taut beneath her short skirt, as she paced in front of them, eventually approaching Randy. Randy nervously positioned the ruler against his limp shaft. “Three and three quarters inches,” the professor announced. Then she walked past Nate and over to Denny. “Five and a quarter impressive inches,” she declared.

Nate tried to angle the ruler into his abdomen to exaggerate his length. “None of that now, Nathaniel,” she whispered so no one else could hear. “I demand honesty in this, just as I demand it on my students’ papers.”

Nate paled. Then he positioned the ruler for the honest reading he’d viewed, with deep frustration, so many times before in the privacy of his own bedroom.

“Two, perhaps two a quarter if I’m being generous,” Professor Walford stated, her glee at humiliating Nate barely contained.

“Holy shit,” someone in the audience blurted out. “He’s less than half the size of the short dude on the left.”

Denny’s smile widened. Fucking conceited twerp, Nate thought. I’m ten times the student that he is, and in a few years I’ll be making ten times as much money. But his dick…, Nate thought. No matter how successful Nate was, now Denny would always have the knowledge that he was bigger down there.

Even as he stewed over Denny’s newfound superiority, the class continued to chatter and laugh at his meager genitals. Then, Nate’s blood froze when he heard the next question from one of his classmates.

“But Professor Walford, what if the nerd’s a grower?”