Chicken Little

Chicken Little

          Having a small penis is a disability. Look I know it sounds like just something people with small tally whackers say to make themselves feel better; but it’s true. You start life off just like any other boy; happy content to ride your bicycle and climb trees. But before you know, it here comes junior high school and with it puberty, and girls, and sex, and all those other little things you use to hear your parents whisper about when you where around.

          I noticed for the first time that something was wrong in the boy’s bathroom at Palo Christi Middle School. Joe stood beside me shaking his giant snake until every last drop of piss dribbled out into the urinal reservoir. I couldn’t believe it the thing was a monster. I barely had enough room on the shaft of mine to grasp it with two fingers. What was going on? I thought at first perhaps I had a rare medical condition that would slowly turn my cock into a vagina and perhaps boobs would follow. (This would not have been so bad because at least I could still fondle my tits.) After finding out there was no such disease I had to face the facts. I had a tiny pecker. 

          I did everything I could for the next four years to keep as far away from the shower room as possible. If news of this got out, I’d never hear the end of it. While football players walked through the locker room with their giant trophy dicks wagging for the whole world to see; my petite boner and me would dodge the gym teacher who would make me expose my secret to the world. (Why to men’s locker rooms; not have shower curtains?)

           It got bigger but not by much and by the time I was twenty I had a full five inches. (Hard) But I was still on the watch for those who may find out my horrible secret and tell of my terrifying disfigurement.  There were other consequences to the small peter besides the paranoia. There was the pissing through the toilet seat when you sat down to take a crap and soaking your boxers. And every time you forgot to button your fly your little wanker was sure to peer out at the world through the barn yard door.

          I was fortunate enough to marry a good woman who never mentioned the smallness of my worm. But still day after day I live with the knowledge that my penis could very well be the smallest in all existence.