Erect Sissy in the Showers

It was the first week of college. I was anticipating a great week of meeting people and seeing what my first class schedule was like. Forget all the math and boring stuff. I had tennis scheduled twice per week, and that meant I was in the gym locker room twice per week. And that meant the showers were coming. Yes, the communal showers where all the shower heads were in the open and all the guys were exposed. I found myself dreading the showers (I think I was dreading it. Or could it be "anticipating" it. No, it was definitely dreading it because no one had ever seen my penis.)I was so nervous to be naked in front of others because I had a strange feeling that my little wee-wee was going to be the smallest of all. My little underdeveloped dicklette hung down a little bit rather than just a head pointing out, but it was short and thin...cute, but little. (I've always loved my cute little dick. I've even licked the head before.) I shaved my hair off in the hopes that it would enlarge the appearance of my penis, but it only made me feel even more inadequate, like a little sissy boy. But for some reason, I loved the feeling and the look of my little hairless dick and balls.And I was also dreading this shower time because I was scared that I might get a boner. My fantasies had evolved like this: Begin by thinking of lesbians kissing and sucking and grinding on each other, and then switch to pretending I was naked in front of someone or getting caught by someone while I was fondling my smooth self. But then my self-pleasure time always ended thinking about touching other guys' dicks. And sucking them.And Denizli Escort that's when I knew, I was probably the little faggot of my friends group. I was a little jack-off boy. I was the only closet sissy who fantasized about rubbing dicks together with another guy. And the thoughts never went away. And my dick never grew any bigger. And I was concerned that if I ever showered at the gym around other guys, that I wouldn't be able to stop my dick from becoming erect. I was right.The first day after tennis class I undressed and sat in the locker room hoping most guys would be out of the shower before I went in. What seemed like twenty minutes was probably only five. But I was so nervous that I figured I just needed to get this over with.So I finally put my towel on and walked to the showers very timidly, tightly holding my towel on my waist. I glanced into the shower, and it was still full of guys! Naked guys! My new friends. And they all seemed hung like real men. Oh my gosh. I knew it! There was Carlos, with his real man dick, curved a bit to one side. There was another guy, a white guy, who had a nice-looking full-size dick (oops, did I say "nice"?). Then there were the black guys, Edgar and Nathan, who hung so long that it looked scary. And finally, a little white guy named Derek, who was later nicknamed Donkeydick. And then there was me. My fears were confirmed. My dick was noticeably the smallest of all. I felt like a child.It was so embarrassing for me. Of course, being shaved down low didn't help. I looked like a total sissy fag, which I am, but no one knew it Denizli Escort Bayan until now. Now, I was feeling humiliated and exposed, yet still turned on and very flustered. I tried to cover up and hide my little smooth dick. I knew I was a boy among men, and hoped no one would see my tiny little wee wee.And another thing happened. Upon entering the shower that first day after skillfully hanging up my towel and spinning it sideways, I realized my dick was becoming erect! Oh no! I knew this would happen. My mind kept saying, "No", but the more I thought about it, the quicker I got hard. Was I the only guy who was getting a boner? I tried to glance really quickly to see if anyone else was hard. But it seemed that no one else was. And no one else was looking around but me. I was grateful that they weren't looking at me, but my dick was certainly rock hard.I tried to make my little boner go down, but it only got harder and so I tried to stay turned around where no one could see. But I was so turned on knowing that there were naked men next to me that I finally just turned around all soapy and subtly covered my dick with my hand.One guy looked down and laughed and turned around. But I was so embarrassed, so I hurried back to the locker room and sat on the bench with a towel partially draped over my lap. I wanted to get dressed but I was so flustered and turned on that I began to rub myself. I stroked it for about 30 seconds, hoping that nobody would walk in on me (but secretly hoping that they would). And then I flung the towel off me and bucked my hips up as I rubbed Escort Denizli my little wee-wee up and down. All of a sudden this overwhelming orgasm hit me and I began cumming all over myself. It was so powerful that I squirted all the way onto my face and hair, and all over the bench I was sitting on. And it seemed to cum double the amount and duration. I was so turned on!I just sat there stunned, covered in my own cum, some of it dripping off my face onto my chest. I couldn't move. I felt so humiliated (even though I had done it to myself). I don't even know if the two guys walking by me saw the cum on me, but I didn't care. I had just had my first faggy-shower-locker room moment.But this was just the first week of the semester, and I knew it was going to be a problem for me. Maybe I wasn't the only one dealing with this (getting hard around other guys in the shower), but as it turned out, I was the only one that ever got a boner. And I think I might have been the only guy looking around at the other guys. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to see their dicks. I wanted to see them naked. And I couldn't keep my little four-and-a-half-inch, shaved penis from poking up.I found myself thinking about the gym showers all week long. I couldn't wait for Wednesday and Friday's tennis class. I couldn't wait to get naked and shower with the guys. I kept hoping I would get the nerve to expose myself fully or see someone else with an erection. I kept fantasizing about the naked men and about the humiliation of me being aroused uncontrollably. I wanted a man to see me. I wanted to be touched. I wanted to touch a man's dick.Occasionally I would openly sport my wee-wee in the locker room just to see if I could handle it, but I always got hard, I was always the smallest, and I was the only one who was totally smooth. I know my new friends would catch me staring at theirs, but I couldn't help it.