This story happens shortly after John’s graduation ceremony.

I got into my dream Ph.D. program studying Astrophysics. The university was pretty far, so to make things easier, my grandpa invited me to come live with him. I usually call him papa. His name is actually Terrance but goes by Terry.

The commute would be far less living with him. I was hesitant because papa loved being naked because he used to live in a nudist colony. I was worried he would pressure me to be in the nude. My dad convinced me to do it because this was my dream.

I arrived and papa was excited to see me. He was wearing clothes to help me bring in my stuff. The moment everything was in the house, he stripped down from everything he was wearing. Papa is a silver daddy. He is bald with tattoos, a full white beard, and strong muscles. He drives a motorcycle. He was so quick to get naked, I couldn’t believe it. I looked at papa’s abs and huge hog between his legs. As he walked away, I saw his enormous dick just flap around.

I was so envious because mine just bounced like a small spring. He had a nice, tanned body for being in his 50’s. He encouraged me to be naked. He said it shouldn’t be a problem for me since I was always naked growing up with him. I usually was naked at home by myself but didn’t want him to see me like that.

After graduation, I actually didn’t want anyone to see my nub, especially my family, so I told him I would think about it. I knew I wasn’t though. I think he got the hint. It was fun spending time with him again. Being so busy with school, I never got the chance to see him as much. He was a huge part of my life growing up. I would see him more than my dad. My dad needed additional support because he was a single father.

We went outside for a picnic in the backyard on the grass next to his pool. He had a super nice house with a huge backyard. It was like a park. We talked about old times and wonderful moments we used to have. We reminisced about the good old days. He told me stories of when I ripped my diaper off and ventured forth naked into the magical forest.

I was his little knight. As a kid, this was a magical forest. I remember playing in this backyard casting make-believe spells and flying on the swing without any worries. I loved his garden. He handled his garden and trees very well.

Luckily, he didn’t pester me about being naked, even though I honestly wish I could. I would Love to skinny dip in his pool. I can when he runs his errands.

It’s been around a week. Everything was going well, until Friday night. That night, papa was acting a little weird, like he was waiting for something. He kept looking at his watch.

It was late in the evening, and I finally decided to take a Shower. Unfortunately, papa only had cold water running because of a city ordinance. I tried to Shower fast because it was so cold. While I was showering, I heard him yelling for me. I got out, wrapped the towel around my chubby body, and came out frantically.

He was on the floor. He must have fallen. He was grunting in pain. I told him I would call an ambulance. He told me not to. He wanted me to pick him up. Oh gosh! How was I going to pick him up? I came by his side and tried to pull him up. He was really heavy and muscular. That didn’t work, so I aimed for his hands. While I grabbed his hands to try and pull him up, they slipped off mine, probably because I was wet. As his hands slipped, he accidentally grabbed my towel and pulled it off my cold body.

The cool air kissed my pee-pee and bubble butt. There I was soaking wet and completely naked with my little dicklette exposed merely inches away from papa’s face. I was so exposed. He looked right at it with big, wide eyes. He examined it with such curiosity. I’m sure he was questioning how a grown man could be so underdeveloped.

This was much different than graduation. Papa saw it on the big screen from afar. Here, he saw everything closely. He saw every detail of the shrunken nublette. He saw how tiny and pathetic it looked. He saw how there wasn’t a shaft, just a mini meatball head.

He looked up at me and said in a sincere, apologetic tone, “Oh my, I am so sorry.”

I looked down and quickly covered it with my hands. I had a chance to see it briefly before I covered the little guy. It was probably 0.2″ inches. I was frozen. I was unsure if papa apologized for yanking my towel off, or for how tiny my little boy ding dong was.

Out of embarrassment, I blurted out, “I just came out of the cold Shower.”

It was the only thing I could think of to explain this mortifying situation. I know I shouldn’t have said that because he immediately gave me a loud, hearty laugh. What felt like forever, even though 15 seconds passed, his giggling ceased.

He got up easily by himself. I was confused and shocked at the same time. I figured it out and couldn’t believe it. There was no damn city ordinance. He turned off the Hot water because he wanted to make sure my bits were shrunken to the size of a baby boy. He pretended to be on the ground from a fall because he knew I would come out and help him. That’s why he didn’t want me to call an ambulance. He slipped on purpose and snatched my towel off me.

I couldn’t believe he produced this conniving plan just to expose me. It worked though. I was super embarrassed. I know he got a real kick out of my non-existent weenie on graduation, he actually said he was embarrassed for me but obviously got over that. Now he wanted to embarrass me. What a bastard to set this whole thing up to humiliate me.

He told me he knows I Love to be naked and just wanted me to be comfortable. I was being such a little prude about being naked the whole week, and he wanted to take me out of my frightened, little turtle shell. I was still covering my pinky-sized peter. He reassured me this was my house now, and I shouldn’t be embarrassed. I told him it was awful for him to do this to me for his sheer entertainment. He told me to lighten up, and take a joke.

“Stop acting like such a little snowflake. It’s fine, really, that I saw your little snowflake. It doesn’t bother me.”

He loved using the term snowflake to describe my generation. I never thought he would use it to describe my button cock. He saw I was annoyed with the situation. He was sympathetic towards me.

“boy, I only did it to build your confidence, so you wouldn’t have a problem being naked around me.”

He didn’t want to tell me, but he felt uncomfortable being naked when I wasn’t. I asked him why he didn’t just tell me that. He said this would be more fun and winked at me. He promised he didn’t mean to laugh. He said he knows how little wee-wees shrink from freezing water, he was surprised mine was that tiny. I was so red in the face.

He walked up to me and pulled my hands away from my crotch, completely exposing my prepubescent penis again. He was taller than me, so he physically looked down at my little penis.

“There’s the little guy.”

He smiled at it and hugged me hard. I felt like a little boy next to him because he is tall, fit, tan, and has a large dick. I, on the other hand, am short, chubby, pale, and have a meager dinkle with very tiny balls. He handed me my towel. I didn’t bother putting it back on. I turned around to finish my Shower.

He slapped my cold Ass as I walked back to the bathroom. I heard him laughing as I left. Was papa laughing at the antics of what happened, or from how small I was? I asked him if he could turn on the water heater. He agreed but was bummed I wouldn’t be as tiny. Later, I stepped into the Shower and this time, turned on the Hot water.

Despite the awful exchange with my papa, I had a nice Shower. I thought about his offer. After I finished showering, I dried off and hung the towel up. I was super nervous. I wasn’t sure if I should do this. After much deliberation, I thought why not. The worst part was over since he saw my baby cock already. How much worse could it get?

I walked in the living room absolutely nude from head to toe. I know papa was staring at my teeny tiny tee tee as it bounced left to right. I moved towards the couch and placed my bare behind on it. He just stared at me with a gentle smile. I saw him glaring at my baby cock.

“See, doesn’t that feel better, son? Doesn’t it feel liberating?” he asked me.

It did. I told him I’ve been nervous to be naked since graduation because of the incident. He told me not to worry about it because the human body is beautiful. He mentioned how nobody probably saw anything anyways with a smirk. He asked me why I was worried.

I didn’t want to tell him why I was really worried, which were about my insecurities regarding my private areas. I said I haven’t been naked around him in many years, so I didn’t know how he was going to react.

He told me I should already know how he would react because I grew up with him. He demanded I tell him the real reason. He wanted us to be honest with each other if we were going to live together. I saw he just kept staring at my crotch area. I agreed with him and sighed.

“Is it because you don’t measure up to the other boys?”

I cringed at his question. He even used the term ‘boys’ instead of ‘men.’ He already caught on. He could read my mind sometimes. But thinking about it, it was obvious I would be worried because it was so damn tiny. Reluctantly, I told him I was worried about my butt being too big and penis being too tiny.

He looked down at my crotch area, looked up at my defeated face, and gave me a smile out of pity.

“Boy, don’t be worrying about your dick size. It looks really cute.”

He apologized for saying my first girlfriend would need a magnifying glass to see it at the graduation dinner.

He was only joking on graduation night because everyone else was. He said it was an incredibly fun evening. He didn’t know it hurt me so much. I couldn’t tell if he were lying or not because how could it not make me feel bad, especially after the entire university openly laughed at my little boy dick, which he witnessed.

I asked him, “how would you feel if you had one like mine?”

He looked right at my little pee-pee and told me it didn’t look that bad.

“Well, mine hasn’t been that small since I was probably four or five years old.”

He found a picture of himself naked when he was four. I looked at it. I was tinier than him. I couldn’t believe I was smaller than my four-year-old papa. It was humiliating.

“Don’t worry, every body is different and special.”

He commented how I warmed up quite nicely though. I looked down and saw it wasn’t shriveled up like it was before. It was back to a teensy-weensy little inch. I thought it looked ridiculous. I wish he would stop pointing out how tiny it was. It’s horrifying to hear my papa, the one who changed my diapers and raised me, talk about how microscopic my winkle was.

He told me not to worry about having such a tiny penis because most girls won’t even care. I know he was just trying to make me feel better, but it was clear he was outright lying. He knew that was ridiculous. Looking at my baby nub, what girl would be interested in me. I virtually didn’t have anything between my legs.

I asked, “what do you even mean? Papa, look at what I have. I barely have anything between my legs. What girl would want me with what I have.”

He just sat there examining it. I can’t imagine what he thought.

“John, even though it is really small, it is extremely cute. You are still young though, so I am sure it will grow a couple of inches. Even if it doesn’t, it looks adorable. I am sure there is someone out there who will Love your little micropenis.”

I was annoyed and told him he was being a hypocrite because he just said we should be honest with each other.

“Sorry, little John, I’m being a little prick aren’t I,” he said with a noticeable wink.

He wasn’t even being discreet with me. I hated when he would call me little John. He’s been calling me that since I was a toddler. Since graduation, he has been constantly calling me that, and I know why. He agreed I was right and told me to come to him.

I got up and walked up to him. He was staring at my little one-incher bouncing side to side wildly. It is sad to say, but sometimes it doesn’t even move because it is so tiny. I saw he was trying to hold back a giggle. I stood in front of him. He wanted to check me out.

“Let’s take a closer look at this little thing.”

He was incredibly close to my little weenie. He looked at it from every angle. He was fascinated by it. I told him it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“It definitely isn’t a big dill, he said sarcastically. This is a really unique penis. Look, the head of my dick is bigger than your entire mushroom cap. How embarrassing. John, are you sure you want me to be honest with you about it?”

I doubtfully told him yes. I was nervous about what he was going to say. He told me it was the smallest penis he had ever seen on any man, and he has seen his fair share of cocks. I asked if he thought it might still grow.

“You serious? Boy, you are 25 years old, it ain’t growing no more. I only told you it might grow because I didn’t want to hurt your wittle feelings.”

I felt so humiliated. I didn’t think he was going to be so brutally honest.

“Papa, you don’t need to be so mean about it. It’s not my fault,” I yelled.

I shouldn’t have yelled.

“I should put your bare butt over my knee right now for yelling at me like that. You deserve it, but I’ll be lenient because I feel bad with how tiny your little schmekel is. Don’t get angry with me over your shortcomings. I get you are angry because you can’t do anything with your very small weenie. You just weren’t blessed with our family’s genetics. Maybe God is just punishing you for something you did in a past life. I think you should shave your pubic hair. It will make it look bigger, so you will actually be able to see it a little more, especially since your pubes are longer than your pee-pee. You don’t want it to be hidden. It would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I want to see your backside now.”

He turned me around to now examine my smooth, white butt. He grabbed both Ass cheeks with his hands. He was massaging and feeling them. He smacked them a couple of times. I whined in pain.

“Son, stop being a little princess. I barely touched you. Sorry, but this is an exceptionally large Ass. It’s so white as well. We’ll get you a nice tan soon. What a very spankable behind. You better be good, boy, or you will find your massive butt over my knee. Don’t think I won’t give you a spanking.”

He patted my fanny. I really hope he was bluffing with his spanking threat. He told me there was a razor in the bathroom I could use. I walked into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and began shaving my pubic hair. I trusted papa and would do anything to make this little thing less tiny. After I finished, I looked in the mirror and was horrified. Did my papa lie to me? It looked way smaller now. I couldn’t let papa see it now.

Afterwards, I came out into the living room. I walked straight to my room covering my crotch. I didn’t want him to see it. He asked me what was wrong. I told him I just wanted to get some sleep. He called out my lie, again. He pointed at my crotch and told me to show him my little gherkin. I removed my hands, revealing the baby carrot. He began laughing and snorting.

I asked, “why are you laughing? I thought you said it would look bigger.”

“Yeah, sorry son, it’s a known myth that shaving it makes it look bigger. No one believes that. I can’t believe you fell for that. You are so gullible. It was so easy to get you naked too. I can’t believe it looks even smaller. Wow, look at that little, hairless penis. I wonder if we should contact Ripley’s Believe It or Not or The Guinness Book of World Records. I think they would be extremely interested. I will give them a call tomorrow,” he said with a degrading laugh.

I couldn’t believe he made me shave, knowing it would look tinier.

“The size really only matters when it is erect though, so maybe you don’t need to worry.”

Without warning or anticipation, he grabbed it with his index finger and thumb. He began to lightly stroke it. It became hard immediately because no man has ever stroked me before. He giggled at how fast it hardened.

“Dayum boy, that was quick. Don’t blow your load on me. I just want to know the actual measurement.”

He grabbed his ruler and held it against my little cocktail weenie.

He actually laughed and said, “1.9 inches. That must be a world record. Boy, that is so embarrassing. You really should be worried now.”

I looked so sad, and he realized how he made me feel. He told me it was okay. He mentioned how I am the same cute, little boy he helped raise. I objected that I was a grown man, not a little boy. He said he was confused because of the little beauty mark between my legs. He did admit I was a grown man, and have grown up, just one area of mine remained the exact same since birth.

He said many men have little willies like I do, granted, mine is the smallest. They have learned to embrace it. I asked him how. He told me to show it off as much as I could, in the appropriate setting because he didn’t want the police to arrest me. He didn’t want the police to drag me to the police station nude and manhandle my child-like parts. If people want a good laugh, show them. It will spark major laughter from anyone. I told him I would try.

“Honestly, despite your embryonic, minute scrotum and oversized bottom, you have a lot going for you. You are pursuing a Ph.D. in Astrophysics. You are brilliant! Don’t worry about having a boy-clit. It’s not worth stressing over. I must be a genius to raise such a smart kid.”

“Yeah, sure papa.”

He lightly smacked the back of my head and laughed, “hey, you better not start acting like a smart Ass. You have no room to talk with your little dicklette, boy. Actually, you have a lot of room because that little thing takes up no space.”

We both smiled at each other. He gave me a hug and said everything will be okay. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me sweet dreams.

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite, really, if they bite your tiny wee-wee, there won’t be anything left.”

I went to bed completely humiliated. How was I going to live with papa for a couple of years? Tonight was horrible. I was incredibly embarrassed, and papa just thought it was hilarious.